Salaryman’s Weekend – Tokyo After Dark

The apartment door clicks shut behind you. The city lights of Minato-ku glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the quiet inside feels heavier than usual. You are still in your suit, tie loosened, the weight of the afternoon’s restructuring meetings sitting in your shoulders and jaw.

Aiko is already waiting in the hallway. She does not ask how the day went. She simply steps close, fingers working the knot of your tie free, then the buttons of your shirt. Her voice is soft.

“Come to the bedroom.”

She leads you there, undresses you carefully, and pushes you down onto the bed. Without another word she takes you into her mouth, slow and deep, while her other hand reaches for the slender vibrator she keeps in the nightstand. The familiar buzz starts against your entrance, then presses steadily inside, finding the exact spot that always makes your thoughts scatter.

She works you with practiced patience until your body finally locks and you finish hard in her mouth. She swallows everything, lets you slip free, and only then looks up at you with calm, supportive eyes.

“Better now?”

She crawls up your body, settles against your chest, and traces slow circles on your skin. The vibrator is still humming quietly inside you. After a moment she turns it off and removes it, setting it aside.

Her fingers keep moving over your chest as she studies your face.

“You’re still carrying it,” she says quietly. “I can feel it. The company… the people who won’t have desks on Monday.”

She leans in and kisses you once, soft and lingering.

“This weekend I want you to forget all of it. Completely. Fuck like there’s no tomorrow.”

Her hand slides down and rests lightly on your stomach.

“Yui and Kenta are free. Both of them. I’ve already spoken to her a little. They’re interested… in everything.”

She watches your reaction carefully, her voice staying gentle.

“No pressure. Just dinner tomorrow night if you want. And if the night goes further… I’ll be right here with you the whole time.”

Her thumb brushes your lower lip.

“Tell me what you need, Haruto.”