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Appalled, Sakano saw he was in an impossible situation. He wanted desperately to be rescued. Equally desperately, he did not want to be rescued by Eiri Yuki, the most sarcastic man in all Japan. Yuki would LAUGH at him. The writer had no shame. He was a romance writer to boot, which proved it. What if this incident turned up in the Nittle Grasper biography Yuki was always threatening to produce? For a long moment, there was only the smell of cigarette smoke. Then, "Mika, I have to confess to you. Tohma and I fucked up your wedding, and I'm sorry." Oh SHIT, thought Sakano. He's drunk, too. Yuki's foggy tone was unmistakably that of a man under the influence. "Yeah, he was kissing me. I suppose it's time I told you Tohma and I had an affair right before Kitazawa, but that motherfucker Yuki destroyed us." Wait, what was this? An AFFAIR with Tohma? His beloved Shacho? "Kitazawa and I had a nice little platonic thing going as well, but then he found out about Tohma and me well, our affair wasn't so platonic as Kitazawa's. Yuki went berserk with jealousy and decided to take revenge. That's why he kidnapped me. Afterwards, I was so traumatized I didn't even want Tohma to touch me, so we broke up." The writer exhaled cigarette smoke. "It was the only real love affair I'd ever had. Now it's yours. Tohma's your husband." "Well," the writer added. "Only the second real love affair. Tatsuha doesn't count, since he's my brother. Though a damned good lay. Shit, I must be really drunk to have told you that. Forget what I said." Meanwhile, Sakano was going wild, silently. An AFFAIR with his Tohma. He was picturing knives, guns, nuclear bombs, anything to destroy this hideous writer. By now, Sakano was ready to axe-murder the entire Uesugi family. "What was that?" The writer went still. "I think I need to leave, someone's coming down the hall." The door shut behind him, and for a second Sakano heard voices conversing outside. Then the door opened, and someone was saying, "Are you sure she's not angry?" It was Tohma's voice. Sakano nearly died. His Shacho was in the room. "Mika, most beloved wife," said Tohma. "I have no excuse for my behavior. I soiled your wedding day because of my stupid drunken prank with your brother, and I'm sorry." Frantically, Sakano grunted. He was facing death, but subjecting his boss to further embarrassment was even worse. "Is that all you can say to me?" Tohma asked. Sakano felt the bed drop as Tohma sat down on it. "An angry 'humph?' Let me make it up to you, Mika." Sakano felt the zipper on his wedding dress being drawn slowly down his back. The painful constriction of the past hour(s?) faded, but his dread grew. He'll find out, he'll find out. He'll find out. A hand slid over his back. It felt good. "I must be really drunk," Tohma commented. "I just realized what position you're in. So you're not mad at me at all. I'm such a fool." NO! thought Sakano. NOT AGAIN. And by his beloved Shacho? His overused ass was suddenly filled. Sakano whimpered. "You want more?" Tohma asked gently. "Alright." He reached around, fingering under the dress. The hand closed on Sakano's limp dick. THIS IS THE END, thought the producer. Now he knows I'm male, and not his wife. Except a strange thing happened. The hand did not leave. The fingers stroked up and down the shaft, pleasantly. And Sakano surprised himself. He grew hard. Nothing happened. No punishment, no screams of surprised outrage. Just the massaging fingers, and the fullness plunging deep inside him. Soon, Sakano came, and a minute or so later he felt more wetness add itself to his already moist canal. The man behind him sighed and rested contentedly for a while in the warm grip before pulling out of Sakano. The lights turned on. The producer shut his eyes, waiting for a yell, or a gun. Anything, as long as it was a quick death. He felt nudges on his wrists and ankles, poking and doing something. His hands and ankles were free. His legs, long cramped, gave out and he flopped over on his side. The knot of the gag came loose and the slimy thing left his mouth. Thank God, thought Sakano. He has some propriety left. He's going to release me before he kills me. He opened his eyes. Tohma was bending over him, wearing his perpetual smile. "You didn't have to do this for me just because I quarreled with my wife on our wedding night," said Tohma. "You're always so thoughtful. You're such a good employee, Sakano." "Shacho?" Sakano asked weakly. "I know you're probably surprised. But Ryuichi told me a few minutes ago that Noriko and Mika were bonking each other outside in my car. At first I didn't believe him, but I guess it must be so. Therefore, I'm going to be alone tonight. I'd rather have company, Sakano. Ready to earn that paycheck?" "Yes, Seguchi-san!" Sakano sang happily. The End
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