Jumping up off the couch, I lock the door, turn the blinds and gather up my fully charged vibrator as I squeal with delight. “Time to work, Jai.” Flicking off my hideous non-designer heels, I unzip my linen pants. My pink toy ready to roll. Moaning at the instant it fills my wanton core, I hit the button. “Yes…” This is what I needed to get over the pompous arseholes today.

His dark chocolate eyes, his strong jaw. His even stronger tongue, with the rough beard that scrapes the sides of my lips as he works my clit like a starved man.

I flick the raised bud. “Jesus, this is just what I needed,” I say to myself.

Standing is harder to do, but the memory of him on my body as I wrapped my legs around his shoulders is more vivid this way. Resting a hand on the high back chair, I raise the speed on Jai. I melt.

“More! More!” I moan, and in a way, I don’t care if anyone hears me. I was dragged back to Japan after finally having an experience that rivalled my pocket cock, so these old guys will just have to get used to me. Pinching the swollen nub, pumping my toy in and out, I increase the power to my favorite setting. It sends me to the heavens in seconds.

“Oh my gosh!” I scream out. Maybe it’s a bit loud, but I don’t care. All I see is Jamieson holding me on that glass and caressing my greedy pussy.

As I’m rocking back and forth, rushing toward the finish line, I hear a heavy bang on my door. The door that I thought was soundproof. With loud screams from the other side, further banging, and panicked male voices, the door splits open as I let out a joyous peal of happiness while my orgasm crests.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I yell. With my bare ass on display, a hot pink vibrator hidden within me, and a smile of ecstasy, I look over my shoulder. Standing in the doorway with not only shocked faces, but my noodles, are Kato and Kenta.

Seeing more of their boss than they thought they’d ever get, I grab a napkin. Pulling my vibrator free on a groan, I lay it down and give them my attention.

“Oh. You brought noodles.”