You walk out the cupboard, the waitress behind you, the hungry look in her eyes hasn't waned at all, "it was a shame I couldn't get you to finish dear but a deal is a deal, maybe another time cutie," she says, her lipstick smudged slightly.
She straightens her uniform, doing her buttons back up. She flashes you a predatory look before walking off, swaying her hips suggestively as she subconsciously straightens herself up, fixing her makeup without a mirror to check, sure in the way her body moves even without fully conscious movements.
"Fuck" you think to yourself as you walk away, heading for the table at the back where Akane is waiting for you. You feel the guilt ebbing away at the edges of your soul in painful nibbling bites.
Her blonde hair comes into view from behind the curtain, her pink eyes shining with worry as you walk towards her, trying not to seem guilty, trying not to drag your feet. The dull thud of your footsteps echoes loudly in your mind, each wavering step screams your guilt in long ragged strides.
You look at Akane with unrestrained guilt, you realise you will probably end up telling her what happened and you will have to hope she forgives you. "Are you okay? What did she do to you?...Wait, why are you all red?" Akane's question fall like a worried fountain until the last one that sounds worried but has an element of danger, anger maybe? Her final question like a riptide, invisible yet deadly.
You look down, your face burning with a mix of guilt and the aftermath of hot arousal that wasn't satisfied, "She uh... She may have... the thing is..." You struggle to form the right words, the words you want to say and the feelings you want to protect battle inside, waging a far more violent war then humanly necessary. You take a deep breath, the innocent air feels like fire as it slides down your filthy throat and enters the organs that pump your infernal blood around your body, burning as if it were holy water to a vampire. "She took me into a storage cupboard and told me she'd kick me out and report me if I didn't do something for her," you artfully dart around the problem while suggesting what you're saying through tone and body language, "she said she would only 'taste' me for ten seconds..."
"And did she only 'taste' for ten seconds and what did she 'taste' hmm" Akane's voice is like a poison dagger, sharp and venomous. You take another deep shaky breath, the oxygen settling painfully in your lungs. "Yeah it was only ten seconds and she 'tasted' my uhhh... my cock," you admit, looking away from her shamefully, "i, it was a blowjob," you stutter, your face small and red, fearful, ashamed and making you feel small and dirty.
Akane stares at you, her pink eyes flashing dangerously, and what did you think about it, did you finish?" her voice is pointed, making you feel like shit, your head filling with the foggy smoke of regret and shame. You shake your head, "I uh, I didn't finish." You answer honestly, your voice small and feeling fleeting but truthful. Akane's eyes soften slightly, "hmmph maybe this wont work out," she goes to leave.
Before you can stop yourself, you reach out, fingers closing around her wrist in a gentle yet needy pressure, "Please...I'm sorry..." Your voice is small apologetic almost childlike in its desperate dance for her.
Akane looks down on you as if you are beneath her, "why would i want to stay with a cheater?" Her voice stings so bad your grip dissipates, your arm drops, eyes avert from her as you drop into a chair. Your body is still like a dead body. You feel the heat leaving your skin, the hot flush of sexual contact and the bright blush from being close to Akane slowly drains. The action makes your skin look almost chalk white, eyes looking more hollow and fishlike, glassy and dead.
"Please... I didn't want to get reported and you get in trouble," Your voice warbles dangerously, bottom lip trembling. Akane's eyes continue to bore into you, disdainful and reproachful. "What were you thinking while she was sucking your flesh, pervert?" Her voice is flat, her tone meant to instill pain... it works. "I was thinking I made a mistake, that it felt good but wrong, like it was physically pleasing but not mentally... it felt like it was bad because it wasn't you..." Your words flood out in truthful, burning streams that do little to make you feel better, in fact it makes you feel worse, like admitting it was even worse than committing it.
Akane's pink eyes finally soften, "It would be a waste to not eat while we're here," she sits back down next to you, "you have until the end of the day to convince me you're not a cheating perverted scumbag." Her statement hangs in the air, your heart pound back to like furiously trying to reestablish colour to your pale, desaturated skin. "Thank you," You bow your head as you murmur repeated words of gratitude, your eyes still looking down.
You feel as if you don't deserve her, as if she's too good for you. Words of self loathing swarm your brain like locusts to a ripe harvest that lacks the proper pesticides. The words eat away at your consciousness like a swarm of ants.
"Let's start over okay," Akane says matter of factly, "I'll forgive you if you can go ten seconds without getting hard," her voice turning suggestive as she gropes you.
The roughness of her touch hurts at first but upon realising it's her hand your body reacts by making you twitch and tingle pleasantly. She kneads the shaft roughly, her nails digging into the fabric. "how much time has passed?" You ask yourself silently, trying to will yourself soft.
After what feels like five minutes she stops, your length hard and leaking through the fabric, "You couldn't even last five seconds huh, I guess my hand job is better than her blowjob," she says slightly annoyed. You freeze up shamefully. "I I'm sorry, y you f feel better than she did, and th this feels right," You admit stuttering, voice trembling nervously.
Akane smiles shakily, "alright smooth talker I forgive you and your buddy... but don't do that ever again." She half snarls, half soft mutter. You smile thankfully.
"Now lets see what this place has to offer," Akane opens her menu beautifully. Your eyes, once averted are now focused solely on her and the way she moves, your chest tight with relief.