Women in professional baseball

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"

Tonight's going to be volatile. "

Minako prepared food and drinks while listening to the shower.

As she placed the basket of steamed fish on the glass table, Tatsuo Miyata, wearing only a towel around his waist, emerged from the bathroom
.

"Hey, turn on the TV, there's sports news, right?"

Minako turned on the TV and kept changing channels. She found a station reporting general news.

She glanced at the wall clock. 10:20 PM.

"Maybe after this program."

Miyata sat down opposite her, picked up the glass Minako had prepared for him, drank half of it in one gulp, put down the glass, and
lit a cigarette.

"What's wrong with my players? They're striking out, and the pitchers are walking everything.
What's the point of me working so hard if they don't do their job properly..."

Miyata was the coach of the Tokyo Angels professional baseball team. This year, they had suffered eight consecutive losses since the opening game, and by the thirtieth game, they were
nine wins and twenty-one losses, resulting in an unprecedentedly bad record.

This was also because the main pitcher, Hayakawa, and last year's stolen base king, Kiuchi, were reported for gambling before the start of the season
and were suspended for 100 days. Miyata believed this was the biggest reason.

"It's too much of a stretch for you to be a coach. You've been willful since your playing days, which has caused resentment among your teammates. You're only
fit to be a lone wolf."

Minako was also drinking, her lipstick staining the glass, which she lightly wiped off with her finger.

She would soon be thirty-three. Perhaps it was her hairstyle and heavy makeup, but the customers thought she looked younger.

She lifted her long hair that hung down in front of her chest with her hand, and her upper body leaned back. From her shoulders to the upper part of her breasts, her
black t-shirt was exposed, and it swayed with her breasts.

She started reporting on sports news.

"I'm going to take a shower too, ah, I'm a little tired."

As if to avoid Miyata's anger, Minako got up and went into the bathroom. She

took a hot shower from head to toe. The alcohol she drank at the bar seemed to make her drunk at this moment. She still thought she was young
, but after turning thirty, she often felt tired.

Many women marry in their mid-twenties, and by then they usually have two children and are
devoted wives and mothers .

Getting married now is something she really doesn't want to do.

Being a wife and mother is like being in the hell of installment payments; it's far more enjoyable to dress up and live surrounded by men
. Even her jewelry, like necklaces and rings, is much
more valuable than what the average housewife owns.

Minako would always think this to herself when she saw women holding children's hands and carrying paper bags.

After washing her hair, she lathered her body with soap and rubbed it.

A few folds of fat were beginning to appear on her skin, but it was still smooth and delicate. "

I'm an outdated woman..."

Minako muttered to herself, lifting her breasts with her hand, feeling their sagging; their elasticity seemed
to have diminished.

The color of her nipples, once pink, seemed to have faded slightly.

The bathroom door opened, and steam escaped. Miyata poked his flushed face in.

"How long are you going to shower?!"

"I'm coming out right now, don't yell so loudly."

Miyata slammed the bathroom door shut, making a loud noise.

"It's his own fault, he lost so badly, of course he'd be angry."

Minako washed off the soap. She wrapped her hair in a towel and tied it on top of her head, then put on a bathrobe.

Miyata was already in the bedroom. He was staring at the ceiling, spread-eagled on the double bed.

"Hurry up."

Minako took a sip of the remaining wine, turned off the living room light, and went into the bedroom to sit next to Miyata.

"There's still plenty of time, aren't there still a hundred games left?"

Miyata grabbed Minako's wrist.

"Lick it."

He untied the bath towel, revealing his still muscular lower body to Minako.

He was thirty-seven when he retired from the front lines of professional baseball. He had been a pitcher for fifteen years, winning 162 games, making
him a top-tier player. For the next eleven years, he worked as a team staff member and television commentator, until last year when he became the head coach.

During this time, she had probably been exercising, and her muscles were still elastic.

Lying on the dense grass was something resembling a giant sea cucumber.

Minako bent down, cupped Miyata's penis in her hands, first kneaded it, then took the head into her mouth,
stimulating the groove beneath the glans with her tongue.

"Last year we were fifth in the league, and at this rate we'll be last this year! I'm so angry!"

The man's penis gradually began to swell. She licked upwards from the base, and it slowly began to rise.

"Don't be so angry. The game is over, just do your best tomorrow. Come on,
let the bat grow bigger."

Minako said jokingly, kissing it while simultaneously kneading the scrotum with alternating strong and weak strokes.

The penis stood erect at a right angle. The head swelled, emitting a moist sheen, and purple veins appeared on the shaft.

Minako felt an itch in her lower abdomen, and something hot shot towards her uterus.

"Okay, let's start from above."

Minako straddled the man's naked body, kneeling on the bed, lifting the hem of her bathrobe,
straightening , and slowly lowering her buttocks.

"Ugh..."

As her upper body was about to fall, Miyata reached his large hand under her bathrobe, grabbing and kneading her breasts, thus
supporting Minako's body.

The intense pleasure made Minako feel like her lower body was melting, and as her uterine walls were compressed, her vision
began to blur as if fog was descending.

2

Anzai Minako met Miyata five years ago.

After graduating from high school in her hometown, she came to Tokyo and worked as a working woman at a computer company.

The following year, she fell in love with a man from an advertising company, but he had a wife, a so-called twisted relationship.

The two secretly met, but later their boss found out, the man was transferred, and Minako had to quit
her job.

Unemployed, Minako temporarily worked at a coffee shop, where she met a barmaid who introduced her to a
nightclub in Gotanda.

I started out with a "let's give it a try" attitude, but after a few months, I realized that this job was right for me.

Compared to working women who do the same job every day, dealing with different customers was incredibly interesting to her. She also
felt that with her looks, she could be hired by more upscale establishments.

Later, she used connections with customers to get into a nightclub in Ginza. Ginza was quite different from Gotanda; the customers were mostly
high-ranking executives from large corporations or celebrities.

However, Minako mingled among them without flinching. She used her body as a bargaining chip to control her clients
. Nightclubs prohibited such behavior, but she actively and proactively engaged in sexual relations with customers.

Her colleagues resented her because Minako was stealing their clients.

Nightclubs also didn't want their customers to be concentrated on one barmaid. Therefore, when the manager reminded her to be careful,
Minako took the clients to other nightclubs.

This is how she met Miyata at the third nightclub, on her fifth day there.

He had come with people from the TV station after a night game.

He introduced himself as a baseball commentator, and she vaguely remembered seeing him there, but she had absolutely no interest in baseball and
didn't know what kind of player Miyata had been.

Even the taller Minako had to look up to see his face. He had broad shoulders, strong muscles,
and was quite handsome; it was said he was often rumored to have affairs with movie stars in his youth.

But now he exuded a stable aura. When he looked at her, Minako felt drawn to him.

It was said that Miyata had been a regular at this nightclub for a year, one of the barmaids, Kazuyo.

Because Kazuyo happened to be absent that day, Minako filled in. From then on, he requested Minako
to accompany him for drinks .

Minako would seize any opportunity to seduce Miyata, possibly leading to an argument with Kazuyo and a potential departure from the nightclub
, but Minako's body demanded Miyata.

Minako didn't have a specific type of man; as long as she enjoyed socializing with the guests, she didn't need one
.

Approaching thirty, and a capable woman like herself, she felt she didn't need a man to act as
the head of the household.

Perhaps deep down, she had given up on marriage, hence her words.

Miyata possessed a different kind of charm than other men in her past. The man living in the world of professional baseball, Minako
smelled a dangerous aura about him, like that of a gambler, a masculine scent.

Miyata was male, and she was female; she hoped to follow her instincts, to expose their desires and entwine together.

With this thought in mind, Minako had already uttered the seductive words.

Miyata lived in Odawara, returning home two or three times a week. Otherwise, he traveled to various places to commentate on baseball, or
slept at his office in the city, sometimes staying in hotels. At the office, he wrote baseball articles for newspapers and magazines
.

Minako went to the hotel Miyata specified, secretly after closing time.

Before this, Minako had slept with several clients; although they were wealthy and influential, they were obese and ugly
middle-aged men , and of course, romantic feelings were impossible; it was all just part of the job.

But her feelings for Miyata were different; Minako's body felt itchy for him.

In the hotel room, just from his tongue licking her breasts and sucking her nipples, Minako's lower body was already
soaking wet.

(She was almost thirty when she finally fell in love, and with a man a decade older than her…) Minako
had these thoughts in Miyata's arms.

Two months later, Kazuyo found out. They started arguing as soon as the nightclub closed, and then the two women got into a fight.

From then on, Miyata never came to that nightclub again. Kazuyo went to his office, but Miyata ignored her.

A week later, Minako also resigned, and then immediately saw Miyata take her back to his apartment.

"I don't want to be a nightclub hostess, I just want to have my own place, even if it's small."

After the passion, Minako still felt the lingering sensation of Miyata on her lower body, and
said to herself.

"If it's not much, I can help, I'll take the money from the office's funds."

But Miyata added, "You must never tell anyone that it was a joint investment between you and me."

Soon after, Minako opened a shop in Shinjuku. It was a bar with only a bar counter and three booths, but they still
hired three bartenders.

Miyata didn't come to the bar, but he often went to Minako's apartment. However, fearing the media reporters, he
came and went secretly.

Just last year, the Tokyo Angels baseball team suddenly hired Miyata as their head coach. He wasn't one to think things through
, and immediately agreed without consulting Minako.

"Are you really capable? Can you be the head coach?" Minako asked the unusually excited Miyata.

"This is my dream. I want to lead the team to a championship within three years. I assure you, boss, that you just need
to run the bar well. Also, our business needs to be even more secretive than before. If a weekly magazine reporter
finds out, we'll be immediately disqualified."

But in his first year, they finished fifth in the league. Although the Angels had never won a championship before, they had always maintained
a Class A ranking, but now they had fallen to Class B.

The news media reported that the head coach was incompetent, but the team gave Miyata another year.

For Miyata, this year was a decisive one. However, just before the tournament began, their star player was suspended due to gambling
. Two months into the tournament, the team was already operating at a loss.

Miyata was severely impacted.

3.

"Boss lady, you'll have to keep me company tonight,"

a sales manager from a pharmaceutical company said, putting his arm around Minako, who was wearing a kimono, and whispering in her ear.

"You're drunk… don't joke around," Minako said with a smile.

"I'm serious, I want us to talk alone."

"Well then, this is fine. Come on, let's drink."

She picked up a glass and brought it to the man's lips, then pulled his hand away.

At the next table, two customers were each accompanied by a bartender.

One customer reached under his kimono skirt and touched the bartender's thigh.

At the bar, there were also two customers; one bartender was pressed against a customer, whispering something
.

Over the past two months, our turnover has dropped significantly, with no new customers coming in and even regular customers visiting
less frequently.

It could only be attributed to the economic downturn and the significant reduction in entertainment and business expenses by large corporations.

Minako had no choice but to manipulate customer bills, subtly increasing the amounts.
She knew it was wrong, but she had to do it anyway.

She didn't want to lose the money she had painstakingly saved; she wanted to run a bigger bar.

Before opening today, she told the three bartenders, "Be bolder with the customers, and increase revenue,
otherwise we won't even be able to pay your salaries."

After saying that, she started calling regulars to encourage them to come.

Despite not being fully booked, the revenue was acceptable.

After 11 PM, a customer sitting at the bar prepared to leave, and his bartenders, Mami and Minako, saw him to the door
.

After seeing him off, Mami rushed into a narrow alley about two meters wide between buildings.

"Ugh..."

she put her hand on the wall, bent over, and vomited.

"What's wrong? Are you drunk?"

She hated getting drunk so often. Thinking back on the past two or three days, her face had been pale, and she seemed listless.

"Could it be..."

Minako swallowed the word "pregnant" she was about to say, her hand, which was about to pat her back,
stopped halfway.

"I'm sorry..."

Mami wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and slowly sat up.

"You are..."

"I think I drank too much, but I'm fine now."

"Really fine?"

It definitely wasn't drunk; that behavior was a sign of pregnancy.

Shinmi was unsteady on her feet on the way back.

She encountered two bartenders seeing off customers at the shop entrance. Mami probably went to the restroom; she didn't see her.

The bartenders who had seen off customers returned.

"Close up for tonight! Thanks for your hard work."

Minako sat at the bar, resting her elbows on them.

Tonight, she managed to get through it by calling regulars, but this wasn't a long-term solution. What would she do in the future
? She immediately felt exhausted.

Miyata might come tonight; his team was playing at a stadium in the city. She wanted to vent her frustrations on him
and then forget everything.

As she lit a cigarette, two bar girls tidying up behind her said, "Boss."

Turning around, she saw Mami coming out of the restroom; she looked somewhat refreshed, probably because she'd redone her makeup
.

"What's up?"

Minako looked at the two bar girls in front of her, one twenty-five and the other twenty-four, both
poached from other bars.

"We have something to say to you."

"Oh, okay. Ah, Mami. You can go now, we'll take care of the rest."

She told the two bar girls to sit on the sofa and told Mami to go home first, planning to ask her again tomorrow if she was pregnant.

"What's wrong, you two?" Minako asked, sitting on the opposite sofa.

"We...we want to quit after next week," the older one said, both of them lowering their heads.

"Quit?"

Minako stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, noticing her own furrowed brow and tense expression.

"Yes."

"What's wrong now?"

Their salary is higher than their previous jobs.

"..."

"What are you unhappy about? The salary is higher than before."

One of them might be pregnant, and the other two said they wanted to quit.

"Someone's trying to poach you. Which company is it? Tell me."

Her voice became harsh, as if she had a burning anger inside.

"..."

"Tell me, explain yourself. Which company wants you?"

"Please forgive me. We agreed not to say."

The younger woman said, glancing furtively at Minako, and said sorry in a very soft voice.

She probably already received her signing bonus, and even if pressed further, she probably wouldn't tell.

"You're repaying kindness with enmity. Fine! That's it for tonight, get out of here!"

Minako took her purse from under the bar and pulled out a few bills.

"Boss lady..."

"This is your salary until tonight, plus severance pay. Now get out of here!"

She threw the bills in front of the two women, took out a bottle of whiskey, and poured it into their glasses.

"Never come back!"

Staring at the two barmaids who had left, Minako downed her drink in one gulp.

Because

she drank whiskey straight without water, she quickly became drunk.

As she got out of the taxi, her legs wobbled, and the door in front of her seemed to spin.

Minako looked up and saw light coming from a window, as if that was her room. There

seemed to be a flash of light, but when she looked back, there was only darkness and she couldn't see anything. She entered the apartment building and took the elevator
to her room.

As she inserted the key into the lock, there seemed to be another flash of light at the end of the hallway. She

pushed open the door and saw a pair of men's shoes in the entryway.

"You're here."

She locked the door and went into the room.

Miyata stood by the window with a whiskey glass.

"What are you looking at?"

"At the apartment door, did you see anyone?"

"No. Is something wrong?"

Minako untied her obi and tossed it into the corner of the bedroom, took off her kimono, leaving only an apron, and
sat down on the living room sofa as if she were lying down.

"Damn it! I must have been photographed."

"Photographed? What happened?"

Minako poured herself a glass of whiskey with water. Miyata looked out through the curtains again, then returned
to the sofa and said, "It must have been someone from a weekly magazine. They were
photographed when I entered the apartment and this room."

"Then it wasn't my imagination. I also felt a flash."

"I saw a car downstairs. They must be waiting for me to come out." Miyata picked up a cigarette and
said in an irritable tone.

"I'm going to take a shower and then go to sleep. Things are bad here too. Two people are quitting, and sales are plummeting
. Could you give me some funds?"

"This isn't the time to talk like that. I might lose my head as head coach."

Miyata slumped onto the sofa

, his hands covering his head. Minako went into the bathroom and turned on the water. The hot water felt nice on her skin. Getting her former colleagues
to help her tomorrow was a real headache.

The faces of those two bar girls flashed through her mind.

"Get out! Don't come back!"

Miyata pushed open the bathroom door and walked in, naked.

He hugged Minako tightly from behind, licking her neck with his tongue while turning off the water and roughly kneading her breasts. At the same time,
he thrust his hips forward, and something slippery pressed against her buttocks.

The woman's body arched backward, an electric current shooting through her protruding nipples, sparks exploding deep in her lower abdomen
.

"That's enough! No matter what that shop is like, just kill me now."

Minako pulled the rubber mat over with her feet and slowly sat down.

"Those weekly magazine guys, if I find out, I'll kill them!"

"Hold me tight! Hurry up and put it in… then I'll take you out the back door!"

Minako lay on her back, Miyata pushed her upper body down, pressing her down in a 69 position, his face against her lower
abdomen, his tongue licking the garden entrance.

Minako thought as she stroked Miyata's thighs.

(What would happen to me if the weekly magazines really photographed Miyata coming in and out of my place? Would I
become a news topic because I'm head coach Miyata's lover?)

If the weekly magazines really published about her relationship with Miyata, I'd definitely make good use of it, even if
it caused Miyata to lose his head coach position, I wouldn't care!

Another Minako screamed inwardly.

Minako's mons pubis was covered in curly hair, and its slope was quite steep. Among the men she had been with before,
one had said with a moved voice after inserting his penis, "Ah! Your place is a high embankment, a rare gem
. I'm about to ejaculate just from the friction of your pubic bone against the base."

Therefore, after a man penetrated her, Minako tried to lift her buttocks as much as possible, using her pubic bone to press against the man's penis. Miyata

's fingers opened the woman's opening, from which sticky nectar overflowed.

When Miyata played with the swollen clitoris, which was the size of a little finger, Minako couldn't help but grab the edge of the rubber pad,
her naked body arching into a bow shape.

Miyata continued to lick the clitoris, and also moved his tongue up and down along the folds of flesh, putting his mouth to the opening and making sucking
sounds to draw out the nectar.

"And... suck out what's inside your belly too."

Minako's muffled voice echoed in the small bathroom.

The long fingers, symbolizing a pitcher, entered the woman's fleshy hole, and then rubbed against every fold of flesh inside.

Minako grasped the erect penis in front of her with both hands, raised her chin, and stuck out her tongue to lick the reddish-black glans.
It tasted slightly sweet and sour. The blackness pressed against her face, plunging her vision into darkness.

Miyata's fingers stirred deep inside her vagina, his fingertips finding and rubbing the granular part at the top of the opening, then forcefully thrusting his fingers
in and out, pressing against the cervix.

Minako's expression changed as she licked the penis; her eyebrows trembled, her nostrils flared, and her breathing became rapid.

Snow-white teeth peeked from her half-open mouth, her red tongue wriggling inside.

Miyata flipped Minako's body over, then pulled her up by the waist, positioning her on the edge of the bathtub in a
doggy-style position.

Miyata thrust his hot, erect penis forcefully into her from behind.

"Ugh…"

She arched her back, her buttocks raised, a jolt of electricity running through her back as she tilted her head back.

Soon after, Miyata, while forcefully thrusting his lustful member into Minako's body, ejaculated hot
semen.

5.

"Tokyo Angels Baseball Team's head coach visits his lover! The reason for the losing streak lies in the head coach's private life!
"

Weekly magazines published photos of Miyata entering the apartment and in Minako's room.

Miyata was not seen at the game that day; instead, the acting coach took charge.

The next day, the sports sections of the newspapers all reported, "Head Coach Miyata has been suspended!"

Reporters also came to the apartment looking for Minako, but she refused to meet with anyone there.

So the reporters went to her bar, along with customers who came specifically for her.

"I have no comment on my relationship with Mr. Miyata," Minako repeated the same words dozens of times.

Miyata seemed to have disappeared, with no contact whatsoever.

She had to call her former colleagues to barely manage to handle the large number of customers; Minako hadn't felt so fulfilled in a long time
.

But this only lasted a week; the reporters stopped coming, and the customers stopped coming too.

She called her former regulars.

"I used to go there often because I wanted to pursue you, but I never imagined you were Head Coach Miyata's lover... and after all
that media coverage, it's really inconvenient to go."

Most of the customers gave this reply.

The friends who came to help had all arrived by today, and only two women who applied for jobs were expected to come tomorrow. Both had previously
worked in cafes, and this was their first time working in a bar.

The only one left, Mami, was indeed pregnant; because she had been with several customers, the father of the child was unknown.

They gave her money for the abortion and barely kept her working.

After closing time, Minako was drinking alone at the bar.

At that moment, Miyata called to say he was at a nearby hotel.

Minako closed the shop door and staggered to find Miyata.

Although it had only been a week since they last met, it felt like years.

Miyata was sitting naked, cross-legged on a round bed, drinking whiskey.

Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly.

Minako felt a burning sensation in her heart. Miyata

looked listless, his expression dull, his face pale, and his eyes appeared dark.

"Is it alright in a place like this?" Minako asked, trying to sound calm.

"Oh, changing hotels every day, I'm exhausted."

"Didn't you go home?"

"There are reporters waiting there."

"In that case, when will you be able to go?"

Minako sat down on the edge of the bed, noticing a dark patch of flesh on Miyata's inner thigh, limp and lifeless.

"I talked to the boss, I can go back next week."

"That's good."

Miyata pulled Minako's hand, and Minako leaned against Miyata on the bed, taking the empty wine glass from his hand and
placing it on the bedside table.

As their lips met, the glass rolled to the floor.

Miyata's hand unzipped Minako's clothes behind her back, and Minako stood up, taking off her clothes, including her bra and panties
.

She wanted to feel Miyata's skin directly; only a naked embrace could comfort him.

"I am Xiu's lover, not his wife. But what he needs now is me…"

Minako felt a stinging sensation in her eyes, her body turned around, Miyata's body pressing against hers, his tongue
entering her mouth, her breasts being roughly kneaded.

But Minako felt it was him sharing the pain of being a coach with her, wanting to become one with her.

"Ah… I'll have to be extra careful from now on, don't get followed by reporters. We can move to a different apartment."

The hand that had been caressing her breasts moved to her full thighs, her snow-white legs gradually parting, exuding a sweet and sour fragrance.

Miyata, licking Minako's shoulders, neck, and collarbone, pulled up her arm and began kissing her armpit. The woman
's side convulsed, her body arching, and Miyata's lips found her engorged nipple, his fingers simultaneously slipping inside her folds
.

Minako felt as if she were floating, a numbness spreading outwards from her uterus.

"I'll move apartments right away, but you can still come to my place from now on."

"But…"

Miyata said something, but Minako, nearing the peak of climax, didn't hear him clearly, only
holding his head to her chest, twisting her naked body and shaking her head frantically.

Her long hair became tangled, broken strands falling onto the sheets.

Her body flipped over, her breasts pressed against the bed, making it difficult to breathe.

Minako turned her face to the side, as if struggling to breathe.

There were lipstick and saliva residue stains on the sheets.

Should I come from behind? Just as Minako was about to ask that, she felt a sharp pain in her anus. It felt like a hot
iron rod was being shoved inside her, and Minako fainted instantly.

But the intense pressure quickly brought her back to reality. Miyata grabbed Minako's shoulders, assuming a bestial position
.

"Minako, agree to break up."

"Ah...don't move. It hurts, please don't move."

Her buttocks contracted rhythmically, and she felt a numbing sensation spreading from deep within her lower abdomen
.

"Minako, break up! I've already agreed to the boss..."

Miyata collapsed onto Minako's back.

"Ah..."

Minako groaned, foaming at the mouth, and fainted again.
[The End]

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