YF - Chapter 9

Okuta, the artist, trembles as she looks up at Riley. She nervously twists the hem of her sweatshirt between her hands, licking her lips.

“Please forgive me,” she squeaks. “I’ll pay.”

“People should do their jobs,” Riley says. She doesn’t like speaking the way that Baihara does, but admittedly… Baihara is good at being a scary Yakuza. “Shouldn’t they?”

“Yes,” Okuta says meekly.

“Then draw,” Riley says, pushing her roughly toward the table. Okuta falls to her knees and catches herself on the table. She desperately grabs a pencil and gets to work, hunched forward. Riley stands behind her, then plants her shoe on Okuta’s back. She moves her foot upward, pulling the hem of the sweatshirt up and exposing Okuta’s rear end, clad in blue and white striped panties.

“I’m drawing,” Okuta squeaks

“Keep drawing,” Riley barks.

“Y-yes!” There’s a hint of excitement in her voice.

“Focus!” Riley slaps Okuta’s trembling rump firmly.

“OK!”

The skinny artist draws desperately as Riley disdainfully surveys the room, taking in the empty ramen cups and coffee cans while she lightly runs her fingers over Okuta’s rear and tugs at the cotton panties. Riley takes her time, letting the woman’s excitement and panic build before she slides her fingers between Okuta’s thighs, finding the crotch of her panties soaked and her legs damp.

“What’s this?” Riley demands angrily.

“Sorry!”

“Huh? Huh?” Riley growls.

Okuta squeezes her thighs together, tears running down her face.

Riley pushes her out of the way and Okuta spills to the floor. She looks at the drawings, which are, of course, terrible.

Okuta stands up, apologizing.

“What good is an artist who can’t draw?” Riley asks. “And wears filthy clothes!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Okuta hurriedly peels off her soaked panties. Before she can go to get clean ones, Riley lifts her off her feet and pushes her into the wall hard enough to make it shudder. Okuta’s face blushes redder and her nakedly lusty look intensifies.

Riley holds her off the ground, pinned against the wall. Okuta eagerly wraps her legs around Riley’s waist as Riley unzips.

“Ah!” Okuta lets out a slutty moan as Riley pushes into her wet, hairy pussy.

“That’s right,” Riley says through gritted teeth. “Let that family next door hear who you really are. Do they know what you draw?”

Okuta stuffs her hand into her mouth and bites down as Riley fucks her harder, the wall thudding with every thrust as Okuta’s back hits it. The tears shine on her face as her muffled cries get louder and the grip of her pussy around Riley gets tighter. She clings to Riley like she’s trying to crush her ribs when she cums, but then she turns to liquid. Riley gently lets her go, and Okuta slides to the floor, her glasses askew, her tongue out, and her legs spread. Riley’s thick semen oozes from her swollen pussy.

Riley tucks her cock away. That should put Okuta in the right mindset to get her work done so she can pay her debts.