As Akari stepped out of the elevator, she was immediately greeted by a breathtaking view of the sprawling cityscape below. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic vista, allowing her to gaze out over the bustling streets and towering skyscrapers that dotted the horizon. Akari couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility wash over her as she pressed her face against the cool glass, taking in the serene scene unfolding before her eyes.
However, her moment of peaceful contemplation was soon interrupted when she realized she was not alone - Duri and Omani were seated at the kitchen counter, their eyes fixed on Akari as she stood there in Terry's oversized sweatpants and t-shirt. The garments fit tightly against her curves, yet the length of the pants pooled around her feet, a testament to the significant height difference between Akari and their mutual friend. Akari fussed with the ill-fitting attire, tugging at the fabric and attempting to adjust the waistband, when suddenly she turned and noticed the curious stares of Duri and Omani.
The unexpected attention caused Akari to jump, her heart racing as she realized she had been caught unawares in her haphazard ensemble, a stark contrast to the serene, picturesque view that had initially captivated her.
"Fuck," Akari placed her hand on her chest, "how long have you two been there?" she exhaled.
"You should stay alert, Mama," Duri teased. "You don't know who might reach out and grab you," he winked.
But Omani was the one who realized she was in different clothes. "Where did you get the clothes?" he asked, while the back of his hair stood up with a rugged urge at his fingertips.
Akari looked down at her clothes. "It's Terry's, and I used Dom's soaps, so I smell like a dead man," she pointed at them. "So, yeah, Terry is amazing, by the way"
Omani felt a flicker of anger of course, but he hid well as for Duri. His eye was twitching with anger. "Did you eat?" he growled at her.
"Yeah, Terry made these amazing oat banana pancakes with protein shots, so I am a bit of an energy buzz and loving it, so what's the assignment?" Akari began shadowboxing.
Omani looked at Duri, who was on his last nerve. "We discovered a mole in our organization," he said before Duri could lose his temper. "We want you to seduce him, get the information, then take him out silently"
Akari thought for a moment. "No limitations," she asked, looking between them both.
"Just get the information" Duri's nose flared as he spoke.
"So what is he into?" They both looked at Akari when she asked. "Is he into shy women? Uwu." Akari put her finger together with a thumbs up. "Or an elegant woman?" She flickers her non-flowing hair and poses. Akari began to ramble, but Omani gently placed his hands on her shoulder.
"He likes masculine women, the gym type, I will take care of that" Omani patted Akari's head.
"I need to start dehydrating," Akari whispered to herself.
"I will inform you of your target," Duri commented, still steaming.
Omani grabbed Akari's shoulder, directing her towards his bedroom. "Isn't it a bit morbid to wear a dead man's cologne?"
"Is it?" Akari said, looking up at him.
….
Akari entered the dimly lit interior of 'The Morning Reaper' club, a popular establishment owned by the duo Duri and Omani. As she made her way through the crowd, her sharp eyes quickly located her target, who was unwinding with a drink at the end of the day. With a determined stride, Akari approached the bar, where she ordered a drink to match the ambiance of the club. While waiting, she took a moment to adjust her outfit, casually unbuttoning another button to exude confidence. As the bartender skillfully prepared her drink, Akari ran her fingers through her hair, giving it a quick fluff to ensure she looked her best for the task at hand.
Akari felt a hand caress her arm. "Hey, beautiful, let me buy you a drink?" Joe smiled, a tall man with pitch black hair and gold chain around his neck.
Akari raised her glass of amber liquid and shook it slightly. "Maybe I should buy you one," she purred, biting her bottom lip.
"I am Joe" he presented his hand.
"Tessa" she took his hand, which covered hers effortlessly. "Now, what can I get you, big guy?" Akari tilted her head slightly.
"If you're buying," Joe chuckled at Akari's forwardness. "Whiskey Smash, double please," he told the bartender before turning back to Akari. "Is this your first time here, because I would have recognized a sweet smile like that?"
Akari giggled, rolling her eyes internally. "I go to this gym not far from here. When I saw the luxury of this place I had to pop in," she sheepishly smiled.
"Well, thank you, I did the construction of this place," Joe nodded proudly.
"Oh, really, this place is gorgeous" Akari knew that. She beamed. "So you work in construction?" She took a sip of her drink.
"I own a company in construction," he nodded, leaning in. "If you need any work done, I will be sure to satisfy you" Joe winked, handing Akari his card.
She took and tucking in her exposed bralette under her loose shirt. "I will be sure to call you for needs and wants to be met" Akari intently cringed at her line. "But construction, I heard the clients are the worst part" she leaned into him.
Joe chuckled. "Not for me, sweetheart, I have a good handle on my clients" he looked into her eyes.
"It's a big guy to hold such power" Akari turned to the lustful. "I wonder what it would feel like to be at the end of it," she purred, licking her lips.
"Maybe you should come check my private gym and I will help you figure that out" Joe leaned into Akari space, lifting her chin. "Are you willing to break a little sweat for me?" He growled against her lips.
"Learn the way, big guy," Akari purred and with heavy eyes.
….
Joe and Akari stepped into the exclusive gym, where Akari is pleasantly surprised by the lavish amenities. The gym featured expansive windows that showcased a breathtaking view of the city lights, a diverse selection of weight machines, benches, mini fridges, and towels conveniently placed at each station. As Akari caught Joe's watchful eye in the softly lit space, she chose to add a slight sway to her hips, relishing in the inviting atmosphere of the fully equipped gym.
"If I had a view like that…" Akari stood before the window. "Hot yoga would be even more enjoyable" she turned to look at him.
"You do hot yoga too" Joe slowly made his way towards her.
"Girls got to stay flexible," she winked at him, when Akari noticed a weight machine she always wanted to try. "Is that the force fitness G15 Pro Smith?" She touched it, then turned to him.
"Yes, a bit purchased, man. It was worth it" Joe moved to stand in front of her.
"Can I try it?" Akari turned towards him, actually excited about it.
"Sure," he gestured to the machine.
Akari was about to take a seat, but she paused. "You don't mind if I get comfortable, right?" She purred.
Akari, with a gentle touch, begins to unbutton her shirt, taking her time to reveal the soft fabric gliding off her shoulders. Her movements are deliberate and graceful, each button undone with care. As she turns away from Joe, a soft smile plays on her lips, and she slowly eases her pants down, revealing a delicate pair of boy shorts that hug her curves lovingly. The fabric slides down her legs effortlessly, pooling at her feet as she steps out of them with a subtle elegance.
Underneath, a lacy bralette adorns her frame, adding a touch of femininity to the moment. The intricate lace dances along her skin, a delicate contrast to the simplicity of her attire. Joe, with a warmth in his eyes, reaches out to cup her backside tenderly, his touch conveying a sense of lust and eagerness.
"Be as comfortable as you want, Tessa," he growled into her ear and she giggled.
"Maybe your big hands can help me with that" Akari wiggled her ass against his crotch before pulling away, leaving him wanting. "Spot me?" she laid down on the bench, letting him stand over her.
"Take it easy," he whispered as she began to lift the weights with ease. Joe stared at her abs, working, moving under the pressure, but he wanted more. "I'll show you a more effective way," he urged as they switched positions. "If you keep your back flat on the bench and your feet firm on…" he felt Akari sit on his lap and her warmth pooling on his crotch.
"Go on" Akari wiggled, making sure her vagina lips were on either side of his hardness. "I needed a better look," she purred, placing her hand on his hips.
Joe bit his lip and tried to focus on the barbell, but Akari was making it hard. "Your feet firm on the ground" he began to lift, his hip thrusting up ever so slightly.
Akari nodded, moaning, "I see" she leaned forward a bit, making sure to grind against him. "Do you arch your back or…" she asked, arching her back, her breasts thrusting out, showing off her hard nipples.
"No, I just…" Joe trailed off, looking up at Akari. "Fuck it" he placed the barbell back and sat up, but Akari stopped him.
"No, no, baby" she pushed him down, kissing his lips. "teach me more…"