Charles Patricius

And so, Aihara Nao had a new job within hours of leaving the previous. He felt more positive about working for Nara Rita than he expected, but the concern hadn't gone anywhere. Oh well; all he had to do was fill out some paperwork. Keeping that in mind, he waited for Rita to provide whatever papers and pen he needed... though even that seemed suspicious. The work she had to apply for the sake of acquiring just the papers required some wiggling. A woman as buxom as her had no business doing things like that; unnecessary amounts of jiggle physics would certainly be applied. At the very least, there were no accidents attributed to the drawer opening. Nao let loose a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding, then buckled down. His right elbow landed atop the desk for stabilization purposes, his eyes focused firmly on the papers, and his left hand took up the pen to begin writing. Nao just had to focus and get the job done quickly... then, he could move on and give another job a chance. 'No accidents, no accidents,' he kept chanting mentally.

Shota was quite used to having compliments go a long way. He was obviously leaps and bounds above the average guy visually, and the confidence he wore when approaching women had to be a breath of fresh air. Oh, how good he was! This pink-haired lass had some humility to go along with everything else, diverting attention to the fact that major cosplayers still weren't at the venue. "You'll still put them to shame, cutie~" he argued from behind the phone. It was a shame that she was most often at the other end of a camera. From what Shota could see, she'd make one hell of a model, wholesome or otherwise. In fact, he was already thinking of what she would look like modeling some naughty lingerie, or even... nothing at all. "You should be on this end more! Let's get a turnaround shot while you look back at the camera!" he suggested. "Oh and these are some great pics! Why don't you share ID with me? I can send them to you so you can really appreciate how great you look!" he added, throwing in a very friendly wink.

Rita waited calmly where she was sitting. She had no issues waiting for him to finish with certain sheets so she could enter the date on her screen. It would only take a few minutes and then he'd be started properly as well, taking care of a long term problem. Her life had definitely started turning around since she met Hiroshi and reconnected with her family. She was practically beaming and seemingly wasn't even concerned about any stray looks that came her way. All the while that sturdy old desk had seen better days. It'd been here since the store had opened and though it was always stable, it seemed age was catching up to it. Rita already had it in mind to replace it, she simplyh hadn't gotten it together enough to have the desk she had back in storage put together and this one moved out. Whatever the case, the next few minutes would pass relatively without incident while she peeked at the cameras. She could see the antsy behavior developing in Mami as she watched the clock ready to get out of work. Oh well, she didn't expect anyone to be fully devoted to the job like that.

At the same time, that girl at the convention venue was still having a casual conversation and photo opportunity with a passing man. Though she was no cosplayer, this particular young man seemed fond enough of her look to want a few pictures of her, and she wouldn't argue about it. They were some harmless shots after all. At the very least he was quite good at talking her up. "Aww, that really is sweet, thanks..." she supposed in exchange for that, his next request for a particular pose was well within reason. "Hai hai, since you've been so nice~" she claimed. She understood what it was like to have an unresponsive subject, so she'd spin a little turn with a little bend and smile brightly at the camera. All the while, managing something between flirty and cute and innocent. Ah, but the sweet talker was this lad as he claimed to want to send her those pictures and buttered her up even more. Even if she was aware of the flirts she couldn't find any real fault in his approach. "Ano, you're really a smooth talker huh? I guess I would like the pictures... here..." she offered turning back her own phone in hand to give the ID needed for them to exchange some information. "Shichigu Mitsuki, by the way..." she offered her name along with that exchange, it'd be weird to have someone's number without knowing their name, she wasn't weird or anything.

Nao could almost happily continue with his paperwork. Not only was it the only thing he had let, but he and Rita were completely separated by the desk between them. Under any normal circumstance, he would have expected to happen upon a buxom owner who thought to look over his shoulder and generally keep in close proximity. Rita wasn't doing that, much to Nao's satisfaction and mental health. Little did he know, this wasn't so simple a situation. Most of the way through his paperwork, Nao heard something very disturbing. A simple creak was all it was... but it certainly came from the desk he was leaning into. Everything stopped then; he didn't dare make another move. He did, however, have multiple possibilities flash in his mind. There had to be a way out of an accident happening here, the young man thought.

Kakihara Shota was also going through a series of thoughts that involved two bodies making contact. The woman he already had half a dozen pictures of was receptive enough to his approach that she turned around just as he requested, even adding a bend to the pose as she smiled for the camera. Shota took two pictures: one tall shot overall, and one wide shot focusing on her legs, ass and that bend to her spine. "Wow! Cute and sexy! You go!" he exclaimed. With that, Shota moved on with the next phase of his plan. This girl was willing to accept an exchange of phone numbers as well, introducing herself while readying her device. "That's the ticket, Chigucchi! Kakihara Shota desu!" he greeted during the exchange. Once Mitsuki's contact was established in his phone, Shota went about sending the images he had one at a time. First came the initial shot that focused on her face. That one was immediately followed in sequence until that first picture focusing on Mitsuki's legs was sent. Following that one, there was a sudden image of his erection taken from a mirror in his old apartment floor, showing his cock and shit-eating grin from a low POV. As if that one hadn't been sent at all, he followed right after with the pictures of Mitsuki from behind. "Aaaand there! Ah, looks like I made a mistake though! I accidentally sent something else. Isn't that funny though? It's almost like the first set, plus that, equals something like the second set," he said, laughing cheekily.

Rita wasn't the type to invade personal space if it didn't need to be invaded. This young man was obviously coming to work for her, and she could at least trust him to do his own paperwork. She'd finish putting it in and all would be well. Ah, but that creaking wasn't just heard by him. Rita wondered if this old desk wasn't going to be a problem long before she managed to put together the new one. "Hm, that is a bit weird. But..." Rita stood in that moment, sliding her own chair back without a hitch she leaned forward to take the papers if they were complete. Once again her hip would touch the desk side and when it did the desk would start to collapse. Odd, it had been so sturdy in the days prior, it wouldn't be holding to that gentle tap and Rita would be sent tumbling towards Aihara, face and chest first, as if she would land directly atop him. "WOOAH!" was her only exclamation for this event. Whatever would come of it, it was clearly some kind of freak accident and nothing to truly be worried about, this was Rita's stance.

Meanwhile, something done with purpose, was the flirting actions of one Kakihara Shota. Perhaps, he got away with it, due to the uniqueness of the approach to any who didn't know? Whatever the case, the girl who'd introduced herself as Shichigu Mitsuki, was being fed compliments and very obviously locked in his sights. Cute and sexy, he called her. Such a juxtaposition was odd but not completely unheard of, Mitsuki could accept the compliment. The familiarity which he chose to address her with was also odd. Didn't he find it embarrassing to so openly address someone he just met? "Chigucchi? Never heard it like that before..." she mused it wasn't negative, maybe just a little weird a bit forceful in its familiarity? "Hai, nice to meet you, Kakihara-kun..." she managed. Ah, but that didn't matter, there were a lot of things going on at the moment including an influx of pictures. She went through them and found herself to be quite attractive on one end. "Eh! These are pretty good, I should praise myself~" she said rhetorically. "And you too..." she paused. She'd been about to offer some form of praise to Kakihara Shota for his abilities on the opposite end of a cmaera but... what she saw in the middle of that string was a picture of the lad straddling a mirror, fully naked. She gave a quick look at his physical form and given her own knowledge of photography and angles knew that there was quite a package inside his pats. There were other pictures sent to her that she should be looking at but this one would keep her attention. "Accidents happen sometimes... don't worry about it..." she mentioned. Oh, well there was something to it. Perhaps it was one of those artistic interpretation things. Or maybe he truly was just using this as an in, but even if he was, could she really not try a cock like that herself? As long as a condom was present it wouldn't be too much of a problem. And surely someone this candid about sharing his nudes wanted to engage in sexual activity.

The creaking of Rita's desk was more than just 'weird' as she put it. To Nao, it was an omen. Terrible things were about to happen to him. Would this be a job he lost before his paperwork was even submitted to complete the hiring process? Maybe, he thought. No! Nao had to fight; he had to be alert and ready for reaction. When Rita stood and reached for his papers, he thought the time was coming quickly. Ah, and it did. That desk gave way, and though he tried to circumvent fate by sliding back, the leg of his chair collapsed as well. "Chikusho!" he yelled. In the end, Nao's chair crumbled and left him sitting on the floor... and there it was. An unusually gorgeous face for an older woman was careening toward him, and so were two things large enough to feed the entire prefecture's infants. Well, at least he was in position to save her from injury. He was not, however, in position to avoid those hulking milkers landing square in his lap. The speed of impact should have hurt, but how could something so soft do harm to anyone? Of course, it helped that Rita's breasts were 'conveniently' landing on either side of his unmentionables. Wait... was that help? That definitely didn't make things better! As history would have it, Nao had reason to believe things would only get worse from there. Still, he couldn't help his genuine concern in the moment. "Are you alright?" he asked immediately.

Shota had no issues making himself very familiar with people. After all, he'd see to it they became very familiar with each other very soon. It would all start with that one picture he slipped in when sending Mitsuki the set. She'd been just on the verge of complimenting him too. What perfect timing! "Oh? What were you thinking of praising me for, Chigucchi?" he asked with a deviant little smirk. Either Mitsuki was playing along with his bit, or she genuinely believed that picture was sent accidentally. Either way, she'd left him the perfect opening ─ one only made better by the fact that her gaze lingered on that image. "Accidents do happen. I'm glad you're being a good sport about it, but you could still let me make it up to you. How about I be your photographer? I think there's more to the story we just made in that reel; don't you?" was Shota's reply. With that, he was looking around to ensure there were no wandering eyes in the vicinity. Things looked clear enough to him. "Or maybe we say it's not an accident. In that case, I showed you something and that skirt looks mighty loose on you♥~"

A creak, a fall, a collapsed chair. And Rita found herself saved from colliding with the floor but in exchange she was currently pressed into the upturned lap of her newest hire, Aihara Nao. His outburst connected back to something said earlier, just the same Rita would find herself not shifting immediately, instead having a bit of a laugh at the situation. "Heheh~ That one is my fault. I promise I'm not usually this clumsy and I've had replacing that desk on my to-do list for months. I was just a bit too busy to get around to it immediately, you know?" she asked mostly rhetorically. As for how she felt she easily answered. "Oh, I'm alright, come equipped with my own airbags and all... sorry that probably wasn't appropriate but if these are the kinds of 'accidents' you were talking about they definitely aren't the sort of thing I'd fire you over," she mentioned as she got her hands set on either side of him and gently sat up while double checking him as well. "Also sorry about the landing there, are you alright?" she asked of the lad, who seemed just as much psychologically traumatized as he could be physically harmed by the whole incident. Whatever the case, she'd be as fair to the lad as humanly possible, knowing that something like this was definitely just a build up of small things and not just some mystical form of bad luck or anything like that.

Moving on from that point, it seemed Kakihara Shota was about to be praised before an image interrupted the thoughts of Mitsuki enough to keep her from going further with just that. "I was going to say these compositions are pretty nice, from a technical standpoint..." she mentioned, still there she was looking at an unsolicited picture of someone's cock. Normally such a thing would garner sheer disgust and likely a tongue lashing along with an immediate block. It'd become a disaster story between friends, 'Remember that time some guy used taking pictures of me at a convention as an excuse to send me his dick', yeah that was a clear thought as a potential tale, but for some reason there was no immediate disgust, it was as if it was replaced by curiosity and allowed to continue based on sheer audacity. "Letting you make it up to me would sound fair. I'm not the sort of person who holds grudges or anything..." she said. Still she couldn't ignore the itch in the back of her brain, like something encouraging her to at last try it out a bit. "Eh? This is a pretty public place though... and I'm working. I can't do anything that revealing given the scene. But if that's your angle..." she gave it a bit more thought. "We could hold off a bit and let me finish up and find somewhere more private to discuss something like that," she settled on that. Surely no one could be upset about a deal like that. It wasn't as if he took that picture on the spot or anything. And obviously the end goal of such flirting was trying to get into someone else's pants.

Surprisingly, Nao wasn't in the same amount of danger he expected. It would have been normal for this turn of events to result in him going home, jobless... or even being in police custody. None of that was happening, though. In fact, Nara Rita was... laughing? She was far more comfortable with things like this than he ever expected, even taking blame for the faulty desk. That said nothing of the chair, however. As the one who'd been sitting in it, he knew nothing was wrong with its structure before. It was cruel and unusual fate that landed that giant, soft, luscious rack in his lap. Wait, why was he thinking like that? Well, how couldn't he? "It's not your fault. These things happen all the time. Well... around me at least," he said. Hearing Rita talk about her natural airbags was giving Nao a lot of mental images, which were immediately fueled by visual confirmation while she pushed up. Maybe she wouldn't fire him over that landing, but that said nothing about the erection he'd have in roughly twelve seconds. Luckily, she pulled away before that happened. Ah, but luck and Nao didn't really get along in these situations. "I'm fine. I'm fine," he said while trying to push himself up. In doing so however, his hand was rested atop a broken chair leg. What of it? Well, that same chair leg had already managed to slip into his belt loop, causing his breeches to temporarily catch between that and Nao's stiffening member. His rise was too swift to stop the pull before it went too far. As a result... "Guah!" he shouted as the immediate release of constraints had his tool springing forth over fully zipped and fastened pants. As things would have it, that spring-loaded dick would be swiping across Rita's face if not avoided, all before a bare-assed Nao fell back onto the broken chair again.

All the while, Shota was hearing about his picture-taking ability from a girl who kept looking at the still of his cock. "Well, you know... I tried to get the best angle~" he replied, clearly talking about the specific photo now visible on Mitsuki's screen instead of the others. After a few moments, it became clear that Mitsuki was interested in his advances. He'd soon be making that 'accident' up to her. Alas, it seemed she had something against his other suggestion. The public nature of the convention venue had her thinking the better of doing something revealing, leading her to suggest that they wait and find a private place to discuss such matters later. Well, Shota intended that anyway... eventually. "Oh come on, nobody's looking this way now. Look ─ they're all scoping the place out. Plenty of time to flip that skirt up for a quick peek and a shot. I'm not asking you to take your panties off or anything... Well, unless you're feeling that frisky♥~" he goaded, keeping his phone at the ready in case of a favorable response.

Nao wasn't in the same kinds of danger he was normally, simply because the owner of this shop, wasn't as held up on propriety or decency as other people. She saw life as a few moments strung together and saw no reason to hold happenstance against someone. Given she'd all but fallen in his lap, she felt the need to apologize. What she got in exchange for that apology was the knowledge that indeed these were the sorts of accidents he ran from. And that things like this always happened around him. "Sou ka, it seems like a lot still, not your fault. I was here during this, I witnessed it," she said as she backed away putting space between them. But surely she wasn't done witnessing the extremes of this particular from of happenstance. An odd series of evens saw this lad's pants being tugged by a broken chair leg and then rather suddenly a hard dick was flying towards her face. She was a party girl in her younger years, avoiding such a thing wasn't difficult, surprising thought it was to see happen. "Ara, I see why this ends up being a problem for you. Not this..." she said pointing to his cock, while looking at it from both sides. "Nice by the way... but yeah appropriateness..." she confirmed with herself. Getting up herself. "I can see now why you have so many problems if things like this are constantly happening around you. I feel like most would call it lucky and just go with it at some point," she mused shaking her head. "Still, you didn't do anything wrong and I don't think it will be a huge issue. I'll do my part as the owner though and make sure things are as reasonable for you as possible. I'll give you a minute and let you fix that up. And stand outside the door to make sure you don't have any run-ins with Nanami-chan, can't speak for her character or her potential reactions..." Rita said.

Meanwhile, Shota was choosing to think her compliments were about that one photo he shared of himself naked. They weren't but as the conversation had already taken a bit of a turn, arguing the point wasn't something Mitsuki would be doing. "We're definitely talking about two different things..." she mused but she didn't seem to be annoyed or anything of the sort. Her come back to his suggestion of flipping up her skirt, was heard but he pushed for more. That was about natural, maybe she shouldn't be turned off by it? He did already show her all he had going on, even if it was part of his pick-up... she was still Japanese and thus an ingrained sense of exchange existed. And though she wasn't one for public indecency she wouldn't show too much. She looked around a bit nervously, a hint of shame painting her face before she flipped her skirt up revealing a little white lace pair of shorts on her round bottom. That would be visible for approximately 7 seconds before she flipped it back down. "There, now we're even...Has anyone ever told you, you're kind of pushy," she stated. Moving on she supposed she'd finish her actual shots for the venue and get going with work.

Life wasn't becoming any less strange for Nao. Even with the accidental flinging of his dick, Rita didn't seem like she'd be firing him at all. No, she fully accepted it as yet another accident. Most women he encountered in this way were less understanding by a longshot. He couldn't count the number of times he'd been standing in front of the police, explaining himself for some girl falling on him, accidentally exposing him or herself, or... well, the list was quite long by now. Whatever the case, Rita expressed her understanding of his problem ─ specifically not his dick, which she took under scrutiny from multiple angles before complimenting. What the hell was happening? "Uh... what?" Nao was baffled even as Rita went on with her explanation. This was one of very few times he'd be able to walk away from one of these accidents and consider it lucky, if only because he was walking away without being slapped, handcuffed or something else aggressive. Rita was going to work with him and his condition. She'd even give him time to get himself together, but... he still couldn't get over the direction things were taking. Nao sat there bewildered, trying to wrap his head around things. "Ano... am I dreaming? This sounds like the plot of some new-age porno. Did I just accidentally apply to a sex job? Is this the part where I find out my bonuses are all sex favors and opportunities? Does that really happen? Is it illegal? What if I agree to it? Wait, how do I know this isn't a trap to finally put me away for life after someone's been watching everything that happened to me for years? That probably would have happened a while back. Apply late for job, interview, oppai, nice dick, keep job... no sense," he rambled. It didn't seem like Nao was even speaking to a person at the time. Indeed, his mind had broken just a bit.

Mitsuki and Shota were indeed having two different conversations, but Shota had every intention of keeping the discussion aimed in one direction: the one he favored. In doing so, he aimed to earn himself a bit of a show from Mitsuki. How would that work out? Well, a little goading and the tiniest hint of emotional blackmail was apparently enough. Before he knew it, Mitsuki was scanning the area. It was a clear sign that she'd soon be doing precisely what he wanted, so Shota readied his camera. These types didn't present themselves for a very long time at all; he had to be quick when taking the picture. Seven seconds, he had. Within four, Shota had two separate pictures. By the seventh second, his free hand was on the move. Mitsuki's skirt fell, but part of it descended only as low as his wrist. Shota's hand was below, a long middle finger hellbent on reaching a lace-clad crotch and rubbing into the folds of flesh beyond. Maybe he was pushy... but they definitely weren't even now. "Oh, that was supposed to make us even? Gomen, gomen! I must've misread a sign somewhere. Taking this tips the scales, right?"

Life for Aihara Nao was indeed getting better, whether he realized it or not. Rita truly wasn't bothered by his 'illness' and if she could help him and keep steady management for her shop, she'd do so without hesitation. Still, Aihara's immediate question about her looking over his manhood was one she noted with enough grace to look sheepish. "Sorry, I did say you weren't the only one going through some oddities at the moment. I did mean that, being recently single I might have reverted a bit... Still, I'll try to keep the lines a bit better if you prefer. I can't always help the things that fall out of my mouth sometimes though... I don't have much of a filter to begin with," she said managing to only seem a bit shy about the whole thing. The truth of the matter was, this lad was definitely more impressive than her husband had been, and found himself in interesting company like that of the tall man outside without having nearly the same height to offer. Ah, but it seemed that Rita's general acceptance of this situation and the young man in front of her caused his mind to malfunction a bit. It was like all the experiences of no one truly believing his misfortune had all built up to this particular break. "As far as I can tell, you aren't dreaming. I am not really so into porn so I couldn't tell you about that... This really isn't a sex job, I do just need a manager for the store to split the work load with when Fukuyama-san is gone. And while I am sure there are people trading sex and sexual favors for labor, but I do actually plan to pay you. If you'd accept sex I could see it happening but isn't the main draw here. No strings or anything like that. At least not with me, I didn't think about a fraternization policy but I honestly didn't expect to have so many employees so soon. But we're all grown ups, put your boundaries where you need them," Rita mentioned with a firm nod. "I am definitely not going to get you arrested or anything. I have cameras up, even ones you can't see, so if an accident happens just let me know. I'll review and we can go from there. I would however say it's best if you keep yourself out of the direct line of customers when possible to avoid something happening when no one is here to have your back on something. But I won't jump to conclusions. You can actually work this job and we'll treat it like an illness or disability. You tell me your limits and I'll try to make work approachable for you, sound fair?" she asked of the lad wondering if he'd even heard her during that gap in his brain's functionality.

While acceptance was being found in the convenience store, someone else was having their hand forced into it a bit more. Emotional blackmail wasn't what most would call a day one tool for dealing with a relative stranger, but it did seem to be working. Mitsuki, didn't like the idea of feeling unevenly indebted, so she'd shown her rear in those little white lace short styled panties. Seven seconds was enough for a few shots with the right kind of camera or the right trigger speed. It would seem though that this simply wasn't enough. Images received, for images received was indeed supposed to count as even, but it seemed that Kakihara was not here for established normal boundaries. No, he was pushing even further, a hand slipping under Mitsuki's lowering skirt and a long finger finding its way to her fonds from behind. There was a certain sudden influx of sensation which caused her to gasp a little, but her body wouldn't immediately moved either. "Gah! Pictures for pictures would have been even, this is definitely tipping the scales..." she uttered quietly. She couldn't risk drawing attention to herself in a situation like this, she'd definitely be blamed. And maybe he was just egar, there wasn't anything wrong with that. At least it wasn't his intention to just stick his dick in somewhere without working up to it. With her face already red, it seemed her body understood enough to want to slip away and make sure her skirt made it back down. "You shouldn't just spring something like that on me, I told you... I am working right now," the girl said only managing to look mildly huffy.