It was astonishing what Yuki Aso knew about the candidates she was interviewing for the role. When Taro Takeda entered her office, she knew everything. She knew the types of pornography that he enjoyed. She knew that he had registered on an escort website but never paid for a girl. Perhaps he had been drunk and thought better of it sober. She knew he played video games. She knew he was lonely.
They looked each other over, and both felt a wry amusement. She was everything he’d vowed not to be, with her prim hair and her buttoned up style and her crisp, considered way of talking so that she said only what the company would want him to hear.
He was the type of man-child she’d abandoned years ago, the kind of guy she’d had flings with to shock her parents but, having succeeded, she’d settled down with a steady husband. Haughtily, she eyed his unkempt hair, his ear pierced and his slovenly style…jeans, to a job interview? Really?
“So, Mr. Takeda, our clients…” she uncrossed her legs, and felt him watch her, looking up her skirt. Of course, she had worn no knickers. Takeda saw her cunt, beautifully trimmed, gaping and damp.
“Will be seeking your expert advice on how to protect their data. I’m going to give you some scenarios, and I’d like you to tell me what you’d advise the clients to do in each case. Number one,”
She ran through the standard scenarios, and then the one she added at the end for the right candidates.
“Supposing a woman was offering access to her machine to perfect strangers and allowing them to browse at will?”
Takeda paused and thought for a moment.
“I’d insist on being granted full access to her machine to ensure there were no viruses. Then I would transfer from my pen into her inbox…”
She swept the desk clean and jumped onto it. He was on her in seconds, swiftly unzipping his fly and pulling out his cock. It grew hard as he looked down at her pussy, which she’d exposed by throwing her skirt up across her belly. Takeda entered Yuki and thrust urgently into her, which was easy as she was deliciously wet. He felt her hands on his body, but he grabbed her left hand, slammed it down by her head and pinned it to the desk by the wrist. She moaned, feeling orgasm come up upon her already. Takeda had never fucked a woman on a desk before and he began to worry it would break. But this was no cheap plywood desk. It was genuine mahogany and tough, albeit uncomfortable on his knees. He massaged her breast with his free hand. She lifted her legs a little and eased her dress up her back and now he could see her belly button.
“Keep fucking me, don’t stop. We’re alive, Takeda-San! We lived! Fuck me like we’re going to die tonight,” Yuki cried.
In the months following the great Tokyo earthquake of 2153, there had been a spike in sexual activity in Japan. The survivors had shed their inhibitions – and their clothes – and engaged in a mass outbreak of heedless promiscuity. A whole generation would later be known as earthquake babies.
Takeda took his shirt off and continued thrusting into Yuki, who writhed and moaned on her back, her pussy clenching and releasing his cock like a fist and he felt her juices lather his penis.
“Faster! Harder!” she shrieked, and he obliged, though his knees were really starting to hurt on the desk. Soon after, Yuki began to cry out and he counted the beats that her orgasm lasted for, one, two, three…she writhed on the desk as she came, and when she had done so, they stood, and she bent over that desk like an errant schoolgirl preparing for the swish of a master’s cane. Takeda took off his trousers and entered her from behind. His cock was a good size, and she moaned appreciatively. She was easier to fuck in this position, and his cock fitted her vagina perfectly. Takeda was getting close; he was pounding her now and she had to grip the desk and she buried her head in her hair. His cum surged forwards at last, up out through his cock and into her grateful pussy.
“So, can you come in on Monday? We can do the contract formalities,” she said, as he pulled up his trousers.
“Sure,” Takeda said, smiling. He bowed politely to Yuki, then left the office.
*
Walking home, he surveyed the ruins. There were four classes of building. Those in category A, Total Collapse, were already down and each site swarmed with diggers and cranes as the rubble was disentangled and removed. Category B buildings had stood but were unusable and scheduled for demolition. Category C, the majority, were Reinforcement Needed: they could be saved, with structural repairs. And category D meant a building had survived safe and habitable as normal.
Takeda lived in a category C building, so technically he should not be there for the present. It could give way and collapse. But so many people lived in category C buildings that the government was turning a blind eye to those choosing to remain while they met the immediate needs of the truly homeless. Takeda had to remain. He had nowhere else to go.
The saddest thing for him wasn’t the death and destruction but that he would not live to see it undone. Eventually, Tokyo would be rebuilt and full of people again. But it would take a generation at least, and he was already near the end of his thirties and the cancer that had carried off his father and brother was surely lying in wait for him.
Takeda was nearly home now, passing out of the shadows of the ruined skyscrapers as if he were leaving a forest of partially felled trees, and into the older bar and entertainment district, where the buildings were lower and what had done for them was not collapse but fire. Here, many gutted buildings were charred and black, but some had miraculously survived and were open for business. He went into one, fished out a hundred yen note and drank a beer despondently at a table alone. The dopamine hits from the sex and the new job had been extinguished by the depressing sight of the city.
A man came up to the bar and sat at the table next to his. He was younger, about thirty years old. He was wearing a black suit and carried a briefcase, so was probably a salaryman.
“Evening,” said the man.
“Good evening,” Takeda nodded politely.
“You look like you need cheering up,” said the man.
“Kinda. But it’s nothing you can help with, so thank you.”
“I’m actually in the business of selling some things that cheer people up. I can show you if you are interested?”
Takeda was on the point of politely making an excuse, when he felt his spirits drop at the thought of being left alone to his beer and empty flat. What harm could asking do?
“And what might those things be?”
The man grinned and flipped open his briefcase. Inside, Takeda saw a variety of pill packets hanging on the left side of the case, and some pellets, tiny pellets about the size of the nib of a sharp pencil hanging on the right in plastic packets.
“It’s called ‘Heroine’. With an E.”
“Drugs? Sorry, man. Not interested.”
“This is not a drug. It is an implant. Let me show you something,”
The stranger pulled out an i-pad. He turned it on then pulled up a video. Takeda frowned. It was a video of a naked guy walking into a bedroom. The man lay on the bed. A young woman entered and began to blow him.
“What the hell?”
“Just watch. Wait until he comes.”
The man on the bed began to writhe left and right as his cock was sucked. The stranger fast forwarded the video about fifteen minutes.
“He’s going to come in a moment. Watch this.”
The man on the video threw his arms back and jerked up violently. His body was twisting and turning, and he yelled something out. Now he was burying his head in the pillow, apparently in ecstasy. And still she was sucking…
The man climaxed and his sperm shot up onto the girl’s face. His cum dripped off her pretty red cheeks. Takeda nodded approvingly. That was quite hot. But why was the stranger showing him this?
The man was still writhing. In fact, he didn’t seem to be in control of his body at all. He jerked up again and hammered the bed with his fist. Then he resumed twisting and turning on his hips…
“I don’t understand. He came. Why is he still…moving about?”
“Because he has had the Heroine implant, the implant I’m offering you,”
Takeda looked at the man blankly. He was wondering if he was dreaming, so bizarre was the conversation. On screen, the man was at last beginning to calm. His orgasm had lasted about twenty seconds.
“Look, everyone knows that women have, or at least can have, if stimulated correctly and when their bodies are ready, much, much more intense and powerful orgasms than men. Men come every time. Women come better and harder. That’s been the tradeoff for millions of years. And it works, at least enough to keep people fucking. But with this inside you, you will gain the power to orgasm like a woman. And not just once but every time for the rest of your life!”
Takeda was incredulous.
“Every time for the rest of my life?”
“Yes, sir. Every single time.”
Takeda shook his head and ordered two beers, one for him and one for the stranger.
“And how much is this amazing device?”
“A thousand dollars.”
Takeda did at least have money. He had worked full-time since he was eighteen and was unmarried and childless. He was about to agree when a thought struck him.
“Wait a minute. How do I know that guy wasn’t acting? It’s not hard to flop about the bed a bit, pretending to have a woman’s orgasm. He could have been putting it on!”
The stranger nodded with a smile.
“That is what these pills are for. You can take one next time you have sex, and you’ll have a single female orgasm. It lasts two hours. That’s the pill, not the orgasm!”
Takeda chuckled despite himself.
“A pill costs a hundred dollars. But compare a hundred dollars a time for a thousand dollars for a lifetime! And if you buy a pill, you can get your orgasm right away with one of our girls, at no extra charge!”
So, he WAS a pimp. Takeda had assumed a reveal like that was coming. Still, it was tempting to try it out. Even if the pill was a placebo, he’d get to have sex.
“Ok. I’ll take a pill. Maybe the implant. I want to try it out.”
“Good choice, my friend. You won’t regret this. Now, here are our ladies available this evening…”
He opened a file on the tablet, and Takeda flicked through row after row of hot young women. There were hundreds of them, all between twenty and thirty years old.
“I don’t know. You choose one, I’ll say if I like the look of her.”
“Of course, sir.”
It was astonishing what the stranger knew about the men he was selling Heroine to. When Taro Takeda asked him to choose a girl, the stranger knew everything. He knew the types of pornography that Takeda enjoyed. He knew that Takeda had registered on an escort website but never paid for a girl. He knew Takeda played video games and which ones. He knew he was lonely.
“I think, for you, Miyazaki-San.”
She had long black hair and sultry blue eyes. She was astonishingly beautiful.
Takeda nodded dumbly.
“Then drink up and follow me!”
*
Miyazaki San was just as beautiful in the flesh. She was, what, twenty? About half his age and she looked like a movie star. He’d bathed before the act…all Japanese shower before sex…and he emerged from the bathroom in a towel. He had taken the pill in the bathroom.
She was wearing a white dressing gown, and her long black hair was beautifully brushed and shone in light reflected from the gown. She beckoned him to join her on the bed. He walked around to the side, where she was. She reached for the knot in his towel and unhooked it, letting it fall to the floor.
“It’s big,” she remarked softly. He knew she said that to all the guys.
Miyazaki took his penis in her hand and guided it into her mouth. She began to suck, and Takeda felt his penis quickly stiffen. In a moment, he was fully erect. Her scent was sweet and perfumed and she looked up at him from below as she blew him and smiled, and in the soft light, just for a second, Takeda was able to believe that he was young again and had truly seduced this beauty. Her saliva had moistened his cock now, and she was pressing it deeper into her throat until she was on the point of gagging. Takeda’s knees were trembling.
“Would you like me to carry on, Sir? Or would you prefer to make love?”
“Make love.”
“Just, give me sixty more seconds. I want to imprint your taste in my mouth.”
‘Give me sixty more seconds?’ He’d never had a woman request more time to suck him before. Miyazaki put it back in her mouth and tugged gently at the end of his cock with her lips, then she licked his balls. Oh God, this was intense. He wasn’t sure he would last long in intercourse.
When she stopped blowing him to undress, he knew he wouldn’t last long. Her hair fell about her back as she leant back to unhook her robe. Her breasts burst forth from the gown, full, soft and pinkish white in the lamplight. Throwing the robe off her shoulders, she reached for his hand. Taking it, she guided it to her breast, which he squeezed and caressed and now it was Takeda who rejoiced at having lived, who was utterly grateful at having survived.
Miyazaki glided elegantly to her back and opened her legs for him. Takeda penetrated her easily, and began to thrust slowly, slowly to prolong the experience, and her wet vagina embraced his penis and he half forgot that he had been promised a whole new style of orgasm. Miyazaki’s pussy clenched him then and the stimulation drove him along, drove him closer and he looked down at her deep blue eyes and her breasts as they shook as he pumped her. Oh, she was young enough to be his daughter, this felt so wrong yet so, so good…
The first real difference Takeda felt was that there was a strange sensation in his balls. There was kind of a tickle there, almost like an itch that needed scratching. He hadn’t felt that before. And as he moved in and out of Miyazaki’s vagina, as he felt their intimacy grow as she looked up at him smiling, so the sensation in his gonads grew more pronounced until it was like he had a boil or a spot there that would burst if pinched. But it was not a painful sensation. It was more like when you press a delicious candy to the edge of a half-torn packet, and it would burst out any moment.
Now, as he pumped Miyazaki, he caressed her breast and the sensation in his testicles grew more and more pronounced. Takeda began to gasp and moan. It was like his balls were being soaked in sweet, warm wine from the inside. He was going to come any minute. Now he made eye contact with Miyazaki, and she smiled sensually up at him and that was it…he felt the warmth burst from his balls and spread up to the pit of his stomach and he cried out, as much in shock as pleasure,
