She turned, leading him toward the storage room at the back of the store, her steps measured. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Takashi crowded her against a shelf of coiled ropes, his body heat radiating like a furnace.
"Rules," she reminded him, tilting her chin up. "No touching unless I—"
He cut her off with a harsh laugh, spanking her hips and yanking her flush against him. "Rules?" His voice was a low, mocking growl. "You think you're in charge here?"
Takashi leaned down, his stubble scratching her cheek as he whispered, "You really think I'm gonna play nice after paying that much?"
Aiko exhaled through her nose, slow and controlled. Then she smiled—small, icy. "You'll play nice," she murmured, "because if you don't, I'll bite down hard."
His nostrils flared. For a second, she thought he might shove her to her knees right then. But then he chuckled, breath uneven. "Fuck. You're fun."
He stepped back just enough to unbuckle his belt, eyes never leaving hers. "Alright, ice queen. Let's see if you can melt."
His meaty hands immediately found Aiko's shoulders, shoving her to her knees with a cruel chuckle. The concrete floor bit into her skin through her stockings.
Aiko kept her face blank as he yanked his cock out, already half-hard and thick in his hand. He was bigger than most of her clients - not that she'd give him the satisfaction of seeing her react.
"That all you got?" she deadpanned, glancing up through her lashes. "Disappointing."
Takashi's face twisted. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, jerking her head back. "You little cunt—"
His cock was heavy against her lips, already leaking pre-cum over her chin—he hadn't even waited for her to start before thrusting forward, greedy.
"Open wider," he demanded, voice rough. "And don't you dare fucking blink."
Aiko's dark eyes remained fixed and glassy as she worked, her expression schooled into perfect neutrality while Takashi's thick cock stretched her lips. There was no flicker of disgust, no sign of enjoyment—just the steady, mechanical motion of her mouth as she serviced him with detached precision.
Takashi groaned, his fingers knotting in her hair, forcing her deeper. "Fuck—yeah, just like that, you tight little bitch. Take it." His hips twitched forward, but she adjusted immediately, bracing a hand against his thigh to control the pace.
Her tongue pressed flat along the underside of his shaft as she dragged her lips back, sucking just enough to draw another ragged curse from him.
"Shit—your mouth's made for this, ain't it?" he panted, his free hand palming the back of her head. "Bet you don't even think, just kneel and suck like a good little slut."
Aiko didn't acknowledge him. Just inhaled through her nose, let her throat relax, and took him deeper—slow, practiced. Her lashes didn't even flutter as he pulsed against her tongue.
Takashi's breath hitched. "Fuck, fuck—gonna use that throat, yeah? Gonna pump it full—" His voice cracked as she suddenly hollowed her cheeks, suction tightening.
Takashi's thighs trembled as Aiko's relentless mouth dragged him toward the edge. His knuckles whitened where he gripped the shelf, metal creaking under his weight.
"Fuck—fuck, take it, you icy bitch—" His voice broke as her tongue pressed firmly along his frenulum, the perfect pressure to—
Aiko didn't flinch when he came. No coughing, no exaggerated swallowing. Just the steady bob of her throat as she drained him, her eyelashes lowered in mild disinterest.
She pulled off with a wet pop, tilting her head just enough to meet his gaze. Her lips glistened, swollen.
A single pearl of cum escaped the corner of her lips—she caught it with her thumb and flicked it away before it could ruin her uniform.
"Look at you. Not even a fucking tear."
"Like sucking on a goddamn straw. You even human, bitch?"
She stood smoothly, adjusting her skirt with one hand while the other pulled a tissue from her pocket. Wiping her mouth with methodical precision, she finally met his gaze—expression still unreadable.
Takashi laughed hoarsely, zipping up with shaky hands. "You're a goddamn machine."
Aiko turned toward the door.
"Same time next week?" he growled, half-joking,
She didn't answer. The door clicked shut behind her like a period at the end of a sentence.