Director of Marketing
by Eric Robert, EricRRobert@hotmail.com
A Japanese girl costs him the job (F/m, wrestling, humil)


My name is Mark Sande.  I've been working in the marketing
department of a medium-sized technology firm for about two years
now.  I'm a single guy, with no family - my career is the focus
of my life right now.  The marketing department is small - six
people - and our director, Bob Markham, was an incredibly
talented writer who'd been with the firm since it was
incorporated 15 years ago - until last week, when we got the
conference call from the boss.

"I've got bad news," he said.  "Well, maybe good news for one of
you.  We lost Bob to a headhunter.  They offered him a salary I
just couldn't afford to match.  I'm flying back from Florida
tomorrow morning.  I'm going to hold interviews for the Director
of Marketing position at 8:00 a.m. sharp.  By noon, one of you
will be promoted."

This was actually great news.  I looked around the room at my
four remaining co-workers.  Tina and Angie were pretty new to the
workforce, and the boss would never pick one of them.  Justin
would probably apply, but I had seniority, and I was a better
writer anyway.  And Kuni - well, I wasn't sure how Kuni even got
hired in the first place.

Let me tell you about Kuni.  She's an absolutely stunning
knockout of a Japanese girl.  She's 27 years old, and she's been
working with the company since the day she graduated college at
age 20.  She's about 5'7" - on the tall side for a Japanese girl
- with the firmest, smoothest, longest legs I'd ever seen.  She
was always wearing these tiny short skirts to work that really
aren't allowed under the dress code, but no one's ever
complained.  Long, luxurious black hair.. small, perky B-cup
breasts that are just so incredibly firm and round.  I mean,
those little tits just stand up and beg you to play with them.

Last spring, we had an office party, and Kuni had a few too many
drinks and started dancing on one of the tables.  I stared at her
for 15 minutes, watching her hips gyrate under that tiny skirt,
laughing and giggling, every now and then a flash of her tiny
pink panties showing from under her skirt.  When I went into the
bathroom to relieve myself, both stalls were full - two guys had
already been unable to take it and had run in to jack off.  Kuni
had that effect on men.

But this is a marketing department - and Kuni's English, well, it
sucks.  She's been in America for more than a decade, and she
still hasn't figured out that articles go in front of words.  A
Director of Marketing with bad English?  No, I was sure I had
nothing to worry about.

5:00 rolled around, and everyone went home, but I had a few
things to work on - I wanted to look good for tomorrow.  At about
5:45, as I was filing the last of my paperwork, there was a knock
on my door.  I looked up - and in walked Kuni.

"What's up, Kuni?" I asked.

"Mark, I want job.  I want you not apply," she said in that thick
accent.  Kuni's grammar was terrible, but her voice was so cute
and melodious - almost hynotic.

I stood up and smiled.  "Kuni... this is my career.  I can't pass
up this opportunity.  Look, I mean, you can apply, but I'm also
going to."

I expected her to look angry, but instead, she smiled.  "Mark...
how about, you not apply tomorrow, I give sex to you?"  And with
that, she stepped in close to me, locked her fingers behind my
waist, and kissed me.

It was heaven.  That firm, smooth body without an ounce of fat.
Those full, pouting lips.  I kissed her for ten times as long as
I should have.  But then my rational mind kicked in.  What was I
doing?!  This was my career on the line!  And, abruptly, I shoved
her away.

"Kuni!  What the hell..!?" I asked.

Now she looked pissed.  She slapped me across the face - it stung
a little - turned on her heel, and walked out.

I was more aroused than I think I've ever been in my life.  I
went to the bathroom, jacked off not once but twice.. and went
home.

---

The next morning, I woke up extra early at 6:00 a.m.  This was
the big day.  I got in the shower (and jacked off again thinking
about the way Kuni's perfect little tits had brushed against my
chest while I kissed her), blowdried my hair, and got dressed.
Suddenly, there was a knock on my door.

I remember wondering whether it was Kuni - and wondering whether
I wanted it to be or not.  I went to the door and opened it.

It wasn't Kuni.  But it looked a lot like her.  There was a cute
little Japanese girl standing in my doorway.  I'd guess she was
maybe 18 - I have a hard time with Asian girls' ages.  Maybe 20,
maybe 15.  She was a little shorter than Kuni - about 5'4" - and
she also had an absolutely stunning body.  She was wearing a cute
miniskirt and a tight black top.  Her legs were absolutely
perfect.  Long, smooth, a tiny bit muscular.  Not a blemish
anywhere on them.  She smiled at me.

"Um.. hi," I said.  Who the hell was this?  Had Kuni sent over
her sister to try to seduce me?

The girl said something in Japanese.  I couldn't understand a
word.

I laughed nervously.  "Look..." I said, "um, are you related to
Kuni?"

"Kuni ichichi nari yuka hitari," she said... well, that's not
really what she said.  She said "Kuni" and a bunch of Japanese.

"Look, I don't know if you understand me.. but.. I'm not going to
sleep with you.  Look, I have to get to work."

She didn't budge.  She was just standing in the doorway, blocking
my path.

I put my hand on her shoulder and tried to gently shove her
aside, but again, she didn't budge an inch.  I laughed nervously
again.

"You're just going to have to get out of my way," I said, still
smiling.

This time, I tried to shove her aside a little harder.  She
planted her back foot on the carpet in my hallway, and again, I
couldn't move her.  Now I was getting frustrated.

"Okay, look, I'm just going to move you," I said.

I grabbed her around the waist.  She didn't resist.  And I tried
to lift her off the ground.

Her hands shot out and she braced herself against both sides of
my door frame.  Damn, this girl was strong.  I grunted with
exertion as I tried to lift her, but she had herself pretty well
stuck in there.  How could this girl be so strong?

I took a couple steps back, took a little running start, and
slammed my shoulder right into her midsection - and bounced right
off her, landing hard on the floor.  Her only reaction was to
giggle at me.  It was infuriating.

What the fuck?  I'm a grown man, between 160 and 170 pounds.  Why
was I lying on the ground, unable to budge this maybe 100 pound
girl from my doorway?  And to make matters worse, my shoulder
really hurt.

Now I was pissed.  I jumped to my feet.  "Get the fuck out of my
doorway!" I shouted.  I looked at the time.  7:05.  Okay, I still
had plenty of time.

For the next ten minutes, I pushed, pulled, and tugged on that
girl.  But nothing worked.  God, her arms were so deceptively
strong.  I grabbed one arm and tried to pull it from the frame.
For a couple seconds, I was even hanging on it, tugging down as
hard as I could.  She was just smiling.  I was getting really,
really pissed.  7:15.  I really had to go.

The other annoying thing was that my cock was rock hard at this
point.  I mean, this girl had such incredibly soft skin. And she
just smelled wonderful.  And she was gorgeous.  So putting my
arms around her.. was incredibly erotic.  I wanted to fuck her as
much as I wanted to move her.  But I tried to put those thoughts
out of my mind.  I had to get to work!

"Okay!  Fuck!!  FUCK!!  That's it!"  I hated hitting a girl,
especially a little Asian teen girl, but she left me with no
choice.  I balled up my fist threateningly.  She just smiled.  I
threw a punch.

It didn't connect.  Her arm did leave the doorframe - for a
second - long enough to connect with my wrist, and guide my fist
right into the frame in a perfectly executed block.  I screamed,
as I somehow ended up punching my door hard enough to really
bruise my knuckles.

I threw a punch with my left hand, right at her stomach.  This
time, she didn't block at all.  My fist connected with her tight
abs - and I swear, this time, it hurt my hand as much as the
doorframe had hurt the other one.  This girl was built out of
steel or something.  Her waist was slim, but.. indestructible!
She giggled.  I was pissed.

I took a couple Tae Kwon Do lessons when I was a kid, so I
figured a sidekick would probably dislodge her.  I backed up,
lifted my leg, and launched my hardest kick at her chest.

She saw it coming from a mile away.  Before I could even react,
she ducked down, grabbed my ankle with one hand and my thigh with
the other, lifted my leg up, and threw me, backwards, onto the
floor.  My head crashed into the floor and I saw a flash of
blinding white light.  The whole time, I could hear her giggling.

I just lied there on the floor for five minutes, trying to get my
bearings, trying to figure out what was happening.  Obviously,
Kuni doesn't want me at work this morning.  So now I have a
little Japanese girl in my doorway who knows martial arts, is
strong as a fucking ox (despite being the sexiest fucking woman I
have ever seen), and, let's face it, can kick my ass in a fight.
My brain reeled.  This was hard to accept.

Either way, I had to get to work.  I looked up at the kitchen
clock above me.  7:35!!  Fuck!!  I was going to be late!

I looked up at my little tormentress.  She was just standing in
the door frame, her arms crossed, smiling at me.  And, of course,
from my position, I could see right up her skirt.  God!  She was
wearing this little tiny black thong.  It was semi-transparent in
the front, and I could totally make out the outline of her little
Japanese pussy.  And not surprisingly, she had the nicest little
tight ass I'd ever seen in my life.  I was lying on the floor
with a headache and a hard-on.  This was not how I had planned to
spend the morning.

Okay, I just had to get out of the apartment.  I had to get to my
car.  I decided I was going to go out the window, down the fire
escape, and into my car.  I'd wait until she looked away, and
make a break for it.

I watched her for another five minutes.  The girl did not look
away.  I swear, she didn't even blink.  She just stood there,
smiling at me.  It was surreal.  Finally, I decided I couldn't
waste any more time.  I had to go for it now.  I jumped to my
feet, spun around, and ran to the window.

I made it about five steps before I was tackled from behind.
Hard.  My legs gave out, and I went down.

I tried to throw her off me, and at first, I was successful.  I
mean, she only weighed 100 pounds.  I flung her over to my couch,
and started to get up, when she tackled me again, wrapping those
little arms around my legs.  I went down.  Fuck, she was fast!

I kicked out at her, but she grabbed my ankle and twisted it
sharply.  I cried out in pain.   Before I knew it, she had
twisted my arm behind my back and was sitting on my lower back.
The pain in my shoulder was agonizing.  I was trapped.

I thrashed around like a fish out of water.  I could feel her
perfect butt and the warmth of her pussy against my back through
my thin dress shirt and her flimsy little thong.  But I was
totally impotent against her.  My shoulder was cramping up badly.
God, it hurt.  I moaned in frustration.   I thrashed around for
another five, ten minutes.. and then I just didn't have any more
fight in me.  I slumped down, defeated.

I checked the clock again.  7:52.  Fuck.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Then the girl did something that surprised me.  She let go of my
arm, climbed off of me, and just sat down on the couch above me..
And watched me.  And she was still smiling.  God damn it, she was
so confident that I couldn't escape that she didn't even need to
hold me!

Feeling was returning to my arm, and after another minute or two,
I started to think.  I'd thrown her off me onto the couch before.
I mean, she was only 100 pounds!!  She wasn't like some freak of
physics or something.  And now my door was unguarded.  So if I
just got up, threw her down, and ran out the door.. I could show
up maybe 20 minutes late.  Maybe the boss would interview Justin
first, and wouldn't even notice I was late.

In retrospect, it was a bad idea.

I got to my feet as fast as I could.  But she was on hers by the
time I got to one knee.  By the time I had taken a step, she had
jumped on my back.  She wrapped her legs around my waist and her
arm around my neck.  And began to squeeze.

I made it about five more steps before collapsing.  This gorgeous
little girl was a python in disguise.  She wasn't really choking
me with the headlock - but her legs!!  Her fucking legs!!  I
couldn't get a single breath.  I could feel my ribcage bending
inward.  It hurt more than anything I'd ever gone through in my
life.  I would have screamed, but there was no air in my lungs.
Finally, I just collapsed - and she stopped squeezing me.

"Younouni kuni shounen!" she exclaimed (I made up those words.
She said something in Japanese).  She sounded so cute.. just this
little Japanese schoolgirl in this short little black skirt.
With the most perfect legs I'd ever seen.  And right now, I was
trapped between those legs.  They were enveloping me.  She wasn't
applying any force at all, but I was terrified of them.  Just
terrified.

I tried to get up.  She gave me a tiny squeeze with her legs -
just enough to counteract my motion.  It felt like fire running
through my already damaged ribs.  This time, I did scream.  She
giggled.

I put my hands on one of her thighs.  I'm not sure what I thought
I was going to do.  God, it was wonderful.  She had the softest,
smoothest skin I've ever felt - and yet I knew they were as hard
as steel, too.  She giggled and flexed the thigh.  I could feel
her muscles tensing beneath my fingers.  I was hurt, and scared,
and horny, and frustrated, and humiliated.  I was a fucking mess.

She held me there for three solid hours.  Three fucking hours.
Every time I tried to move even the slightest bit, she'd respond
with an equal squeeze of her legs.  She had really bruised my
ribcage with that first squeeze, and every time she used even the
tiniest little force, it hurt.. it hurt so much I couldn't stand
it.  Finally, humiliated and hurt more than I'd ever been in my
life, I began to sob.  I sobbed like a fucking baby.  I put my
head on her leg and just cried and cried.

"Ohhh," she said, sympathetically.  And she released me from her
leg prison, put her arms around me, and held me against her
chest.  And she started to stroke my hair.  I rested my face
against this little teenage girl's perfect little tits and just
sobbed all over her.  God damn it, I was humiliated.  She beat me
up and now she wants to comfort me, like she's my girlfriend?
She ruins my fucking career and she's going to stroke my hair and
murmur reassuringly in my ear?  FUCK!  But I have to admit that
on some level I needed her to do it.  I just needed someone to
hold me.. and.. well.. she was there.

I think I cried on her chest for twenty minutes.  And then, I
just started to feel exhausted.  Exhausted from exertion,
exhausted from crying.  And she was petting my hair in such a
hypnotic way.. and her body was so warm, and so soft, and so
strong... I'm ashamed to say it, but I went to sleep like a baby
in her arms.

When I woke up, she was gone.  And I was in bed.  And I was in my
pajamas.  Unbelievable.  I couldn't even make sense of it.  I
guess she must have found my pajamas, undressed me, and changed
me.  How could I have been sleeping that deeply?

More to the point, it was 7:45.  Holy fuck.  Not only had I
missed the interview - I had pulled a no-call, no-show.

---

I showed up to work the next morning, still sore, not sure what
to expect.  Bob would have fired me in a heartbeat for playing
hooky.  But maybe Justin would have mercy on me.  I mean, it was
his first day and all.

What was shitty is I couldn't even make up a good story.  I mean,
I couldn't say "I got beat up by a teenage girl".  Hell, I
couldn't even say I got beat up.  There wasn't a mark on me.

I walked straight to the Director's office - but Justin wasn't
behind the chair.  I shouldn't have been surprised.  It was Kuni.

She smiled at me.  "Hi Mark!" she said.  "You not showed up
yesterday!  I have to fire you.  Sorry!"

"Kuni.." I started.. "Kuni..."

"Yes Mark?"

I thought about yelling at her.  But of course she'd just deny
everything, and I'd be out of a job.  Maybe I didn't get the
promotion, but I didn't want to be unemployed!

"Kuni, please don't fire me."

She smiled again.  "Well..... okay!  But you have do anything I
tell.  OK?"

"Yeah," I said, dejected.

"Okay!!" she said.  "Justin, you work now."

And with that, I saw Justin climb out from under her desk.  His
face was red and puffy.  He had been crying.  He didn't even look
at me as he left the room.  So that explained why he didn't get
the promotion - she got to him, too.

"Okay!!" she said again.  "Mark, you under desk.  Start by
licking feet."  She giggled.

What else could I do?  I got under the desk.