53 3.10- What She Can Do, I Can Definitely Do Better...

Friday, 12th May 1995

3:15 pm

The school bell rang and another slowly and dreadfully slow paced school week had ended and everyone was looking forward to the futsal match on Saturday at 10 am held at the Inazawa Futsal Stadium near the Okuda Station just 35 mins away from Asahigaoka High School.

Nearly everyone was talking about it as the defending champions was Aichi Commercial High School. They were undefeated for the past 2 years and its all up to us to topple their position and to take the glory soon.

Meeting in school will be the usual school hours tomorrow where several school bus will ferry us to Inazawa Futsal Stadium. Nearly the whole school would be there tomorrow following the overwhelming response from the supporters.

I flipped my phone and sent an SMS to Akira asking her if she was free and accompany me to the President of the Sports Committee's office. Soon Akira's head poked into my classroom and flashed an OK sign to me. Well, send an SMS and you got a visual reply from the recipient instead. Cute...

I packed my bag and looked at the clock hanging on top of the blackboard to gain some composure of what's to come during the meet with the President of the Sports Committee. I came out from class and was soon joined by Akira with the paperback novel clutched to her chest in one hand.

Is this a sign of body language that she doesn't want to be holding hands right now? I guess it is since we were still in the school compound.

We walked to the ground floor and reached the General Office. Even if the President of the Sports Committee was a student but her prestige stood out just like a teaching staff and has her own space in the School's General Office to conduct her business there.

It was still early after school so we waited in the lounge area and sat on one of the red cushioned long benches while waiting for the President of the Sports Committee. A few moments later, Ayumi walked in and both Akira and I stood up and bowed slightly towards her.

"You seemed to be early. Give me 15 minutes while I gather all the necessary documents and information for you to digest. Also, there is an academic sponsorship as well for you to read in case you could make good use of both at the same time. I just need you to be present so your female companion may wait for you here while we finish up the business inside."

With an air of confidence exuded from her commanding posture, she turned and entered her designated office and closed the wooden door. So Akira and I sat down back on the long bench and she took her paperback novel on her lap and turned to her bookmarked page.

She had read almost halfway through the paperback nov and she spoke softly to me, narrating some of the parts of the plot that she was unsure of. I listened to her for the next 15 minutes and I told her to wait for me as I would be having a discussion with the President of the Sports Committee.

I rapped at the door and waited for a few seconds before I entered upon hearing the approval to enter. The President of the Sports Committee was sitting behind a large mahogany desk and a lot of frames adorned her surroundings and mainly are from the earlier and rare 'Sports Illustrated' cover magazines.

There was a small memorabilia showcase just adjacent to her table that held many autographed baseball bat, an autographed soccer ball from Pele, some baseball cards as well as some medals of silver and gold achievements.

A wall mounted fan behind her was oscillating and it helps to circulate the already air-conditioned room. Leaning across her table was a bamboo-type kendo stick, presumably to ward off perverts from taking advantage in any situation.

Prior to my attendance with her, 3 sets of papers were set in the table facing the interviewee and were weighted with a stone paperweight to prevent them from flying astray due to the oscillating wall fan.

"Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable. There are three sets of conditions laid before you and I want you to read through all of them and try to comprehend before asking any questions pertaining to the academic sponsorship, sports sponsorship as well as a contract."

Ayumi pointed out the 3 sets of documents as she explained to me. I took the first set of a single piece of contract on the leftmost and read that it was kind of remuneration if we emerge as champions for tomorrow's match at Inazawa Futsal Stadium against the defending champion Aichi Commercial School.

The remunerations states as the following:

1. Goals against ¥5,000. Each for players

2. Individual Goalscorers ¥8,000 per goal

2. No Goals conceded ¥5,000

3. CHAMPIONSHIP ¥25,000

Each of the remuneration for the individual as well as the team was early stated in the contract. As a captain of the Futsal team, I had no objections as I signed the acknowledgement for it. It was a very good deal.

As I was reading the next documents which were the sponsorships for academics, Ayumi Rose from her seat in front of me and sassily walked around her big mahogany table. She planted her sweet butt cheeks on the edge of the table in front of me while crossing her legs.

She leaned back while using both her hands behind her and eyed me while I was reading the sponsorship for academics. I looked up and smiled at her and proceed to ponder through the sponsorship and while I was meticulously arranging the questions in my head regards to it.

"I kinda like boys such as you. The rest would be idiots who chase me around for my number and asking me to go out with them, but you are one that's hard to put down. It's either you are trying to play hard to get or simply trying to strike when the opportunity arises... "

She slithered her wet tongue over the upper lips, cocked her head slightly sidewards and she spoke she caressed one of her foot between my thighs, sending an electrifying current that affected my body's lower part.

"Hmm... President-sama... T... There is something that I... I am not sure about this s... Sponsorship... D... Do I need to sign t... This before or after the s... Sporting sponsorship...?"

I stammered as I was fighting against the Rise of the Kraken underneath as she kept sensually stroking my inner thighs with her foot. After I spoke these words, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of the blouse, exposing the cleavage that most guys would love to dive their noses into.

She moved from the edge of the table she was sitting on and she sat on the right armrest of the armchair that I sat. Her mini skirt had hitched a little higher and I can see her milky white thighs and the edge of her jockey slipshort were peeling through.

She draped her left arm around the backrest of the chair and leaned over close to me that I could almost feel her warm breath. Her cleavage was so close to my face that I could almost hear them inviting me to lay on them as if they were pillows.

"You can sign those forms simultaneously after you read them. You don't have to ask any questions prior to these 2 sponsorships. As long as you are able to fulfil what I need in the remuneration package contract, there's no problem in getting these two approved."

She reached her right hand and stroked my left side of the face and ended under my chin. She then pulled my chin up and moved her face so close to mine that our lips seemed to almost touch.

She guided my head with my chin and my eyes seemed to lock on her cleavage that almost popped out from the enclosure, begging to be snuggled or kiss or even licked if there's a dollop of ice cream there.

I could smell the thick sweet fragrance of her body and the pheromones of a sexually active ovulating young female. I'm an animal and I could smell her wanting me; to grind our loins together in an embrace and howl at the moon.

Director...! What in the world was the above script got to do with howling at the moon...!?

"Do you like what you see down there? You know heavens are somewhere up above but you may look down and saw your own heavens instead..."

I was perspiring profusely and I can't help to yelp, "Ya...! Ya...! Ya...! " just like Joan of RTW when communicating with Maggie, while the breasts were replying, "Coo...! Coo...! Coo...! "

Ayumi suddenly left out a soft laugh and sassily went back to her seat before me. I would appear to be bleeding through my nose, ears and eyes of I was drawn by a comic artist.

Ayumi's Cleavage: Where No Man Had Gone Before... (complete with a theme from Star Trek)

I wiped the beads of perspiration that had formed on my forehead even if I am in a cool air-conditioned room. "What the hell...!?!" I thought to myself wildly....was she trying to seduce me? The next I got from her was my answer that I dreaded while some readers would love to have a harem, right? *wink**wink*

"So... What is gonna be? You win the championship for the school and both the academic and sporting sponsorship will be yours...That's my condition and another thing... I want you to be my boyfriend...And furthermore, what your little girl can do, I can do much better! "

The last sentence Ayumi had said rung in my head like as if there were a thousand churches bell a-tolling. Was I kind of a chick magnet or something? How about Akira...? She had known this Shiro for more than 6 months already. What was her second last sentence, was it a threat or something?

"I guess this concludes the meeting, President-sama. I find there's no fault and since you had mentioned about winning the Championship, we see to it that our school will lift the Championship Trophy this year. I'd better be going now... "

I summed up my courage, gained my composure back and responded in the most Shiro-like manner. After I check all the paperwork had been finalised; I rose, bowed slightly and thanked her. As I turned towards the door, my left arm was suddenly swooped by hers in a vice-like grip.

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"Remember what I said... What your little girl can do, I can do better...!"