Milky

Chapter 5 - Slippery

The next evening out confirmed that Mr. Takashita definitely had some sort of evolving plan for my gradual degradation. Each week he had pushed me further down a slippery slope, but this week he must have sensed that I was unable to resist anymore: I was in a foreign country bereft of support and my only real friend was his personal secretary.  I was trying to survive by complying, unable to even search for a way out.  In this sense sharing with Reika was fatal, I liked her and she was my friend but it did mean I was never free from the company’s supervision. I never had the time to think for myself. And by giving me the route of working hard on my job they gave me something escapist to focus my mind on.  It was too late to run, maybe it always had been.

We were at a different club that week with a bigger room, brightly lit, finely furnished but not quite so up-market. This time all the eleven managers in Commodities Trading were there, the six I knew well by now and the five others on my grade who did not have PAs yet.  The six secretaries were of course there too together with a number of hostesses from the club, one for each male manager present without a pliant secretary. The format was as before, food & alcohol followed by the entertainment: me. I was between Mr. Takashita and Mr. Minamoro and expected to pay attention and compliments to both.

I was dreading the end of the meal and when the waitresses started clearing away I was already close to tears from the coming humiliation.  I didn’t know if I could suck off eleven men.

“Suzichan, undress and show everyone how different your American body is from Japanese women: long legs, wide hips, curly pubic hair and big breasts.  Walk around and give all your fellow managers a good look.”  Mr. Takashita sounded as if he were giving instructions in an office meeting.

In tears I stripped and went around displaying myself trying to keep the barest modicum of decency by at least keeping my legs close together.  Everywhere were the grins and leers of the men and the giggles of the women as they commented on my ass, my tits, my legs, my pussy, my mouth, etc and all in the crudest Japanese terms.  Humiliating and degrading as it was I did not want it to end but all too soon the glass was put in my hands.

“Gentlemen,” said my boss proudly, “for those of you who have not seen Suzichan in action before I present you: our Milky Girl!”  There was a round of applause from all the men.

“Suzichan, as last week.” Slowly I slid to my knees and crawled to Mr. Minamoro before asking his permission to suck him.  And so on from man to man. Somehow the new, younger managers were worse than the older ones, perhaps because they were on my grade or maybe because they kept commenting on the way my breasts swayed as I crawled or how good my throat felt as I swallowed their entire length.  One came in my mouth and I spat his goo into the growing mess in the glass. One tried to facefuck me until Mr.Takashita told him to relax and let me do the work.

Finally there were eleven doses of sperm in the glass and I crawled to the centre of the room and knelt on knees while I swallowed the whole load. I was managing bigger swallows and managed the sticky, slimy mess in just six mouthfuls.

“Sake for the milky girl!” Mr. Takashita was obviously delighted with my performance.  Even so I was required to remain naked till the evening ended.

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That weekend brought yet another shock. Reika and I’d spent a lovely Saturday: shopping, eating and a walk in a park.  It was so nice I did not mind that she had made all the decisions.  Sunday was to be our lazy day: sleeping in, a little housework and a DVD in the afternoon. Perfect for someone who did not want to think too much about the coming week.

We settled in to the sofa and Reika switched on the DVD player. I assumed it would be a chick-flick dubbed into Japanese. Suddenly on the screen were all of us from Thursday evening, eating and finishing our dinner.  I stared in horror as I heard Mr. Takashita order me to undress.

“No Reika, switch it off!”  She didn’t but she paused it, ironically at a frame that showed Mr. Takashita with Reika kneeling at his side looking at him admiringly. I realized that the evening had been filmed.  I had given the two small blank windows at either end of the room no mind at all.  Or rather I’d had more pressing things to worry about.  And it explained the brighter lighting. I was unable to speak for a minute. “Why?” I gasped.

“As a souvenir. All the managers got one yesterday and I was given one to watch and give to you.”

“It’s for blackmail, isn’t it?” I began crying again.

“No, don’t be silly.  Look you can see all our faces. It’s just for fun.  Let’s watch!” Reika appeared not to realize how upsetting I found this.

“I don’t want to, Reika.  Please?” I was trying not to completely break down.

“I think we should watch it.  Mr. Takashita gave it to us,” my friend said quietly, trying to comfort me, “he will be expecting me to have shown it to you.”

And so we sat there on the sofa together and watched it. It turned out there was a third camera in the ceiling too, which they used when I was crawling from cock to cock or to show my face buried in someone’s lap. I was pleasantly surprised how good my body looked as I stripped and paraded. But my face and make-up was a mess from all the weeping. And I looked like a complete slut moving from man to man on all fours. And wherever possible the camera would zoom in on my sucking and deepthroating.  No one watching this would think I was much better than a whore. And the last shot where the camera was glued to my face as I drank the nearly half-full glass of congealing spunk was awful. You could even see my throat working as each big mouthful slid down it.  It caught my woebegone look perfectly with screwed shut eyes still leaking tears down my face.  The whole disc lasted about 45 minutes. And, yes, all faces were recognizable: maybe it wasn’t intended as blackmail but if they wanted to it would serve that purpose: I never wanted anyone back home to see this home video.

As I sat stunned on our sofa, Reika popped the DVD out of the machine, put it in its box and placed it on the shelf next to the TV in our little collection of more regular films and a box set of ‘Friends’.

“May I see it?” I whispered to my friend.

Reika passed me the box and I burst into sobs. On the front was a close-up frame of me raising the glass to my lips for the first time a look of barely suppressed disgust on my clearly recognizable face. Above it was the title ‘Suzichan: Milky Girl 1’ and Thursday’s date. On the back were four more stills: me full-length parading naked, deepthroating a cock with my face in a man’s pubes, holding a prick as it shot into the glass and lastly taking the final mouthful from the now empty glass. I couldn’t believe how well done the production was.

“Who made it?” I choked between sobs.

A professional company that specializes in this sort of film.  They are very good and work for all the big companies when they need it.”

*****

This time when I got to work on Monday (having travelled knickerless on the subway again) I noticed a distinct change amongst the traders. They knew for sure. I could tell by the whispers and the stares. I tried to brazen it out as I went straight to my office and got to work. As soon as I went for a coffee an hour later three men asked to go with me at lunch: all traders.  I accepted one as quick as I could just to get it over with.

Sure enough, once we had got to the little room at the Cherry Blossom and stripped he wanted me to suck him, deepthroat him and finally just as he came he pulled from my mouth and shot off all over my face. This had never happened to me in my life; it was unspeakably disgusting. It was on my eyelids, my nose, my lips, my cheeks and even my eyebrows.

“Lick it off, milky girl!”

“What?”

Lick it off! And use your fingers to clean yourself.”

I knelt there, in tears, using my fingers to get the sperm off my face and then licking them clean, while the trader watched me intently.  If I missed a bit he pointed it out.  When I was sufficiently clean he paid me and left.  It had only taken ten minutes, a new record, and he could easily have asked for some other service. Still I spent the next half hour vigorously scrubbing my face with soap and reapplying my make-up. I was completely debased.

*****

That Thursday was really a straight repeat of the previous one with the whole management team present. The two differences were that the two cameramen did not bother to remain hidden behind their windows and that they put on a couple of Britney Spears’ songs for me to strip to.  Indeed the windows they had filmed through were now covered by pictures in the Japanese style.  Instead the cameramen moved freely around the room picking up the best possible angles and coming in for close-ups.  It was excruciating for me. Every time I looked up there was a camera catching me.  And everything was on film: stripping, sucking, deepthroating, milking into the glass and finally swallowing.  It even caught me sitting there afterwards naked with everyone else dressed and chatting about my performance.

Friday lunchtime Reika bounced into my office just after I came back from the Cherry Blossom (another facial cumshot, this time after some rough anal) and put a copy of the new DVD on the desk. There I was on the cover, under the title ‘Suzichan: Milky Girl 2’, close-up in a deepthroat with my lips around the very root of an anonymous penis; I couldn’t even tell whose.  A tear was rolling down my cheek; it was impossible to tell whether it was from the discomfort of the cock in my gullet or the humiliation of being forced to do perform this service. As I sat there staring at it I realized that my face, though distorted, was recognizable and that the bulging throat indicated where the tip of the prick had to be.  It was so utterly obscene as to take one’s breath away.

Watching it on Sunday was another horrible ordeal made all the worse by Reika’s off-the-cuff commentary. “You’re stripping needs some work!” as she watched me trying to keep time to Britney’s ‘Baby, One More Time’.  “Wow, that is so deep, where does it all go?” as I deepthroated Mr. Takashita’s prick. “I wonder how many calories that is?” as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of jism.

The next couple of weeks were in much the same format except without new DVDs, for which I was grateful. The cameramen were still there but more in the background so I could easily pretend they were absent. I was however introduced to another Japanese fetish: dressing up.

The first week I was taken aside by Reika as we reached the club and led into a side room.  There she told me to strip so I could dress up.

“As what?” I asked, worried that it might be some sort of French maid costume.

“As Britney. From the video.” Reika giggled.  She was already helping me off with my suit. From a bag she took my new clothes: black sports bra, white blouse which she tied off beneath my breasts, grey cardigan, pleated navy sports skirt, white schoolgirl knickers, long socks that finished above the knee and navy school-type shoes. My hair was put into two pigtails finished with little pink ties.  When I looked in the mirror I saw a hot schoolgirl except that I am a chestnut brunette, not a blonde like Britney.

“Just finish it of with this,” said Reika, applying a little pink lipstick. I couldn’t recall that from the video but couldn’t argue as I was led by the hand into the room.  There were wolf whistles and compliments from all the men.  Later on I had to strip to the song which was strange 9but a little exciting).

The second week my outfit was that of Sailor Mercury from the Sailor Moon cartoon series. I wore a tight dress which consisted of a white bodice with a tiny blue skirt and a sailor type top. It had a huge bow in the small of my back and a merely large one over my breasts. To complete the outfit I had matching elbow length gloves, knee-high blue boots and a yellow V-shaped band on my forehead.  If you have never seen the outfit it is hard to describe.

One benefit of this outfit was that it was so formfitting that there was no easy way to strip out of it.  So I got to keep my clothes on (just as well as it was that time of the month).  I still had to perform as the milky girl but for the first time in a month I wasn’t stark naked in a room full of people as I was doing it.

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