Chapter Three: Banality

Trunks left the school, made a couple of unannounced appearances at potential clients' headquarters to casually remind them that the deadline for their Capsule Corporation proposals was only four days away, then returned to his office once he was certain everyone had left for the day. He helped himself to a pile of contracts from his mother's desk and spent a good few hours reading, initialling and making amendments. By 9:30pm the clauses within them had lost all meaning and become a jumble of nonsensical sentences. He fought his way through the final contract, scribbled an illegible signature across the final page and placed it in the basket beside him. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, a habit he had become very fond of recently.

A high pitched beep interrupted his short-lived rest. His eyes slowly opened, resting on the source of the noise – his laptop. A new email had come through from Capsule Corporation Private School. He sighed and opened it, wearily scrolling through the contents. It was the same banal content every month: Headmaster's update, student achievements, something about a staff function, and the odd photograph of a group of students in lab coats. He had wanted to block these emails from the start but his mother had insisted that he at least feign an interest – he was the benefactor, after all. He was about to hit the delete button when the final sentence caught his eye.
"Staff profiles have now been added to our website!"
Intrigued, he clicked the hyperlink to the newest section of the website and began scrolling through a sea of unfamiliar faces, mostly ageing men and women. A man with black hair within the sea of grey stopped Trunks from scrolling. The man had smiled uncomfortably for the photograph. His glasses were slightly lopsided, a red bow tied tightly around his neck. Trunks clicked on the image, sniggering.

Professor Son Gohan
Head of Sciences
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Professor Son has been a valued member of staff since Capsule Corporation Private School opened three years ago.

He holds a varied and interesting academic background. He studied physical sciences at the prestigious University of Tokyo and became the youngest ever person to graduate with a . at the age of 26. After attaining this qualification he followed his passion for teaching, starting his career at Orange Star High School as a Mathematics and Physics teacher before making the decision to take his current role as Head of Sciences and shape the direction of our science programme for our future leaders.

Outside of teaching Professor Son enjoys martial arts and spending time with his wife and daughter.

"...and saving the world from certain destruction, which his father-in-law takes full credit for to this day. They forgot that part," Trunks mused to himself, reloading the previous page. As he scrolled down the page the faces became younger. Less wrinkles, more colour. Near the end of the page he found who he was looking for. A brunette woman with a demure smile stared back. Trunks clicked on her photograph.

Miss Aisa Himitsu
English Teacher
BA, PGDip Teaching

Miss Himitsu is our newest staff member having joined the teaching team six months ago.

She completed her secondary schooling at Orange Star High School before completing a degree in English Literature at Oxford University in the United Kingdom followed by a postgraduate diploma in teaching. After completion of her studies she returned to Orange Star High School where she worked with remedial English students and became the first teacher to achieve a 100% pass rate for her classes.

Trunks leaned back in his chair, surveying her smiling face. This Aisa was very different to the one he had met in person. He also found it odd that they did not add a paragraph about her personal life as they had with Gohan. He was surprised that a woman who was Oxford-educated and clearly had a passion for English would decide to teach high school students...then again, Gohan was also short-changing himself given his academic qualifications...

He turned off his desk lamp and swivelled his chair around to face the large window, his favourite distraction. The night sky was illuminated by an impossibly large moon and thousands of stars. The silhouettes of the trees swayed sleepily below him. Entranced, he felt his eyes grow heavy. As his eyelids drooped closed the door to his office creaked. His eyes sprang open.

"Hey there Mr President."
Trunks swung back around to address the intruder. A blonde woman in a tan double-breasted coat and strappy red heels stared back, smiling angelically.
"How did you get in here?"
The woman rolled her eyes at him.
"Hi baby! It's great to see you too," she replied sarcastically as she crossed the room. "I haven't seen you for over a week!"
"How did you get in here?" he repeated, eyes narrowed slightly.
The woman produced a white key card from her pocket and dangled it in front of his face.
"You left this at yours. Seeing as you weren't home I figured I'd come here and see you instead."
Trunks snatched the card from her hand and pocketed it.
"You know you're not meant to be in here, Mi," he scolded.
"Chill out," she retorted, tossing her blonde tresses behind her shoulder. "I wouldn't have to come looking for you if you would answer my calls occasionally. That stupid little assistant of yours couldn't even manage to forward my calls through to your mobile...or pass on a message, as it turns out."
Trunks inwardly smiled. Ryoko was evidently still doing her job perfectly.
"There was a message?"
"I had dinner delivered to your place at six. It's gone cold now."
"Oh, sorry," he replied simply.
"Don't worry about it," she replied coyly. "That's not what I was hungry for anyway."
She unbuttoned her coat and let it slide to the floor behind her. Underneath she was wearing an impossibly tiny lace bra and g-string which matched the colour of her heels. She fluttered her eyelashes and began crawling across the desk towards him. Trunks felt himself grow hard instantly.
"You've been working so hard lately," she purred into his ear.
She reached the edge of the desk and crawled into his lap, straddling him in the chair.
"I thought you might like to relax a little."
"I'm kinda tired, Mi."
"Come on," she pouted as she ground herself against his hardness. Trunks growled pleasurably, much to Miyuki's delight. She lowered herself to the floor and expertly freed him from the confines of his trousers. She smiled against the tip, softly kissing it before devouring him expertly. Trunks groaned, taking her hair in his hands and pulling her back and forth along his length. She could only manage half, but that was enough. Her hand worked his base as she greedily sucked and licked him, her little moans heightening the sensation. As she felt him tighten she released him and crawled back into his lap, grinding furiously against him. Trunks undid her bra and cast it to the side, running his thumbs over her tan nubs. She moaned appreciatively."
"Fuck me, baby," she whispered, batting her eyelashes sweetly.
Trunks growled in approval and flipped her over on top of his desk, reaching into his bottom drawer for a condom.
"Come one," she whined, dropping her lip. "We've been together forever. Just this once?"
"No," he replied firmly, smacking her left ass cheek. Miyuki jumped.
"I've been on birth control for years," she pleaded.
He smacked her right ass cheek in response, signalling the end of that conversation. She shuddered in a delightful mix of pleasure and pain, whining impatiently as he rolled the sheath down his length. He pressed against her, hands on either side of her body.
"Ready?" he hissed.
Without waiting for a response he roughly pushed himself into her. She squealed in delight, pushing back into him. Trunks reached underneath her and kneaded her small breasts in his hands, keeping a quick but steady pace. He could feel her walls slowly pulsing around him and grit his teeth.
"I'm...gonna...come...baby..." she choked in between thrusts.
"I know," he hissed, picking up the pace.
Her walls grew tighter, tighter, tighter...
The room was filled with the sound of Miyuki screaming in ecstasy, followed closely by Trunks' satisfied groans. He collapsed on top of her, the pair breathing heavily. Once he had stopped twitching he pulled Miyuki's hair to the side and softly kissed her neck. She smiled appreciatively in response, moaning once more as he withdrew from her and left to tidy himself up.

Trunks re-entered the room, smoothing down his tie. Miyuki had thrown her coat back on and was frantically trying to smooth her tousled hair.
"Hello?...What do you mean you've lost it?...Have you checked for the spare?...Seriously?...Okay...I'll be home soon...bye."
Miyuki turned to Trunks, pouting sadly.
"Stupid roommate lost her key again," she sighed in annoyance. "I have to go and let her in. Not much point going back to yours, it's late now and the shoot starts early tomorrow morning."
Trunks nodded in agreement. Miyuki flashed him a dazzling smile as she sauntered over to him, biting his neck playfully.
"I knew you'd understand, baby. Maybe I'll come over tomorrow and we can pick up where we left off tonight?"
"Maybe," he replied. "We're pretty busy at the moment."
"Work, work, work. It's all you ever do," Miyuki rolled her eyes.
"Money doesn't make itself," he reminded her, sitting back at his desk.
Miyuki opened her mouth to rebut his claim when her phone rang again. She sighed deeply and answered it.
"I'M COMING!" she yelled down the phone, before terminating the call and smiling sweetly as if nothing had happened. "Or should I have said, I already came?"
She licked her lips and winked at Trunks, kissing him softly. He half-heartedly responded.
"Bye baby, love you!"
He watched as the beautiful blonde crossed the room and left.
"Goodbye."

Trunks' eyes fell back to his laptop. Aisa's face stared back. He quickly closed it, feeling slightly uncomfortable that her static image had just witnessed the sordid scene that took place on his desk. He scrawled a messy note for the cleaner to sanitise his desk the next morning before heading home for a well-deserved rest.

Author's Note

This story was rated M for a reason, boys and girls! Figured I needed to introduce the sweet lemony goodness sooner rather than later, I know how frustrating it is following M rated stories with no juicy content until 10 chapters in (boring!). Not overly happy with this chapter but hey, such is the life of a someone who is her own worst critic.

Bad news: I don't foresee any updates until after the New Year.
Good news: I have pre-written quite a lot of my future chapters! Y'know how it is, the creativity bug strikes in the middle of the night and you just have to get that chapter typed before you lose it.

I wasn't expecting anyone to read my work. I'm so stoked to have readers, let alone followers!

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