>>1594250Chikako glances up as the bell rings. "Hey, Mariko," she says cheerfully. "Cute outfit."
Mariko scratches the back of her neck, self-conscious. In Ms. Oshiro's spare clothes she looks every bit the respectable office worker, and they're only a very little bit too tight.
"So what can I do for you?"
"Uh, I'm not sure yet," says Mariko. "Maybe just a packet of-" Her face scrunches up as she listens to unheard directions. "Oh, no, no. I can't do that here!"
"I don't mind." Chikako's all innocence. "Who're you talking to?"
"I'll get thrown out!"
"No you won't."
"Shut up!" Mariko casts a panicked look in her direction. "Not you, I mean - nobody! Just talking to myself. And now I'm going to leave - "
There is the sound of something very hard and firm impacting Mariko's backside. She bites her lip and looks helplessly at Chikako, who is grinning from ear to ear.
"Listen," she says, "I have to, uh. Please don't ask why I'm doing this."
"I really don't care."
"And would you mind turning the security cameras off?"
"Sorry, but they're vital to, you know, security."
"Can you at least look away?"
"Not a chance."
Over the radio tinny J-pop starts playing all by itself.
Slowly, Mariko begins to gyrate.
She's an okay dancer, though "sexy" is not her forte. Her attempts to wiggle her hips make Chikako giggle. The cameras are getting her from four angles at once.
She undoes the top button of her jacket, then the second, before getting to work on her blouse. Chikako's leaning over the counter, head in hands, staring at the hint of cleavage this reveals. Mariko turns away to hide and comes face to face with a startled young couple who've just walked in, the sound of their entrance muffled by the radio.
Of course she's not allowed to stop. She puts her hands up and begins awkwardly to undulate, conscious of two pairs of eyes on her tits. The pair, too polite to say anything, sidle around her with muttered apologies and begin picking through the magazines.
