Women in professional baseball

"
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, Miyata Tatsuo, 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 throwing four balls every time. 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 suffered eight consecutive losses from the opening game, and by the thirtieth game, they had a record of nine wins and twenty-one losses, resulting in an unprecedentedly bad record.
This was also because their star 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.
"Being a coach is too much of a stretch for you. You were willful even as a player, which caused resentment among your teammates. You're only fit to be a lone wolf."
Minako was also drinking, her lipstick smeared on her 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 to her chest, her upper body leaning back. From her shoulders to the top of her breasts, her black t-shirt was exposed, swaying with her breasts.
She began 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 feel drunk at this moment. She still thought she was young, but after thirty, she often felt tired.
Many women get married in their mid-twenties, and by her age, they have two children and become devoted wives and mothers.
Getting married now was something she really didn't want to do.
Being a wife and mother, suffering in the hell of installment payments, is far less enjoyable than dressing up and living surrounded by men. Even her jewelry, like necklaces and rings, is far more valuable than that of the average housewife.
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.
Some tan lines were beginning to appear on her skin, but it was still smooth and delicate. "
I'm an outdated woman..."
Minako muttered to herself, her hand cupping her breasts, feeling their sagging and loss of elasticity.
The color of her nipples, once pink, seemed to have faded slightly.
The bathroom door opened, releasing steam. Miyata stuck his flushed face in.
"How long are you going to shower?!"
"I'm coming out right now, don't yell like that."
Miyata slammed the bathroom door shut, making a loud noise.
"It's his fault, he lost so badly, of course he'd be angry."
Minako washed off the soap. She wrapped her hair in a towel and secured it on top of her head, then put on a bathrobe.
Miyata was already in the bedroom, sprawled on the double bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Come on."
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 a hundred games left?"
Miyata grabbed Minako's wrist.
"Lick it."
He untied the towel, revealing his still-muscular lower body.
He was thirty-seven when he retired from the top lane 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, he probably also worked out, as his muscles were still elastic.
Something resembling a giant sea cucumber lay on the dense grass.
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, slowly working on the head.
"Don't be so angry. The game is over, just do your best tomorrow. Come on, let's get this big."
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, a hot sensation shooting 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 the erect penis, and slowly lowering her buttocks down.
"Ugh..."
Her upper body slumped forward as Miyata reached his large hand inside her bathrobe from below, grabbing and kneading her breasts, thus supporting Minako's body.
Minako
Anzai had met Miyata five years prior.
After graduating high school in her hometown, she came to Tokyo and worked as a career woman at a computer company.
The following year, she fell in love with a man from an advertising agency, but he was married—a so-called twisted relationship.
The two secretly met, but their affair was discovered by their boss, 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.
Initially, she was just trying it out, but after a few months, she felt the job suited her.
Compared to the daily routine of a career woman, dealing with different customers was very interesting. She also felt that with her looks, more upscale establishments would hire her.
Later, she used connections with customers to get into a nightclub in Ginza. Ginza was different from Gotanda; the customers were mostly high-ranking executives from large corporations or celebrities.
But Minako remained unfazed, mingling with them. She used her body as a price to control her clients. Nightclubs prohibited this, 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 concentrated on one barmaid. Therefore, when the manager reminded her to be careful, Minako took the customers to other nightclubs.
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, which she vaguely remembered seeing before, but she had absolutely no interest in baseball and didn't know what kind of player Miyata had been.
Even the taller Minako needed to look up at his face. He had broad shoulders, strong muscles, and was quite handsome; it was said he was often linked to 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 was absent that day, Minako filled in. From then on, he requested Minako accompany him for drinks several times.
Minako seized every opportunity to seduce Miyata, potentially leading to arguments with Kazuyo and a desire to leave 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, Minako's lower body was already soaking wet just from his tongue licking her breasts and sucking her nipples.
(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's all you need to do. Also, our business needs to be kept even more secret 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 an A-level ranking, but now they had fallen to B-level.
The news media reported that the head coach was incompetent, but the team gave Miyata another year.
For Miyata, this year was the decisive year. Before the tournament even started, their star player was suspended for gambling. Two months into the tournament, the team was already operating at a loss.
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, here will do. 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, there were two customers, each accompanied by a bartender. One
customer reached under his kimono skirt and touched the bartender's thigh.
There were also two customers at the bar, one of whom was pressed against a customer, whispering something to each other.
For the past two months, their business had plummeted, with no new customers and even regulars coming less often.
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 the customers' 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 regular customers to come back.
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 off at the door.
After seeing the customer 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 rarely; she remembered that for 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 Mami's back, stopped halfway.
"I'm sorry..."
Mami wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and slowly stood up.
"You are..."
"I think I drank too much, but I'm fine now."
"Are you really okay?"
It definitely wasn't drunkenness; that behavior just now was a sign of pregnancy.
Mami seemed unsteady on her feet as she walked back.
She encountered two bartenders seeing off customers at the bar entrance. Mami probably went to the restroom; she didn't see her.
The bartenders who had seen off customers returned.
"Let's close for tonight! You've worked hard."
Minako sat at the bar, resting her elbows on them.
Tonight, she had managed to get through it by calling regular customers. This wasn't a long-term solution; she immediately felt exhausted, wondering what would happen in the future.
Miyata might come tonight; his team is playing at a stadium in the city. I hope to vent my frustrations on him and forget everything.
As I lit a cigarette, two bar girls tidying up behind me said, "Boss."
Turning around, I saw Mami coming out of the restroom; she looked somewhat refreshed, probably because she'd reapplied her makeup.
"Is there something you need?"
Minako looked at the two bar girls in front of her, one twenty-five and the other twenty-four, both recruited 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."
"Any complaints now?"
Their salaries are higher than their previous jobs.
"..."
"What are you complaining about? The salaries are higher than before."
One of them might be pregnant, and the other two say they want to quit.
"Someone's trying to poach you. Which company told me?"
Her voice became harsh, as if a fire of anger was burning inside.
"..."
"Tell me, explain yourself. Which company wants you?"
"Please forgive us. 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, you can go now!"
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. You can go now!"
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!" Because
she
drank the whiskey directly without water, she quickly became drunk.
As she got out of the taxi, her legs were unsteady, and the door in front of her seemed to be spinning.
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 was standing 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 threw it in 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 filmed."
"Filmed what?"
Minako also poured herself a glass of whiskey with water. After peeking out through the curtains again, Miyata returned to the sofa and said, "It must have been someone from the weekly magazine who was photographed when entering the apartment and this room."
"Then it wasn't my imagination; I also felt a flash."
"Seeing a car downstairs, they must be waiting for me to come out." Miyata picked up a cigarette and said in a irritable tone.
"I'm going to take a shower and then go to sleep. Things are really bad here; two people are quitting, and sales are plummeting. Can you give me some funds?" "
This isn't the time to talk about that. I might lose my position as head coach."
Miyata buried his head in his hands and collapsed onto the sofa.
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.
"You two! Don't come again!"
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, her waist arched forward, and something slippery pressed against her buttocks.
The woman's body arched backward, an electric current emanating from her protruding nipples, and sparks exploding deep within her lower abdomen.
"That's enough! Forget about that shop, just kill me now."
Minako pulled the plastic sheet closer with her foot and slowly sat down.
"Those guys from the weekly magazine, if I find out, I'll kill them."
"Hold me! Put it in... and then I'll take you out the back door!"
Minako lay on her back, and Miyata pushed her upper body down, pressing down in a 69 position, resting his face against the woman's lower abdomen, sticking out his tongue to lick the garden entrance.
Minako thought as she stroked Miyata's thighs.
(What would I become if the weekly magazine really photographed Miyata going in and out of my place? Because I'm Head Coach Miyata's lover, I'd become the talk of the news media).
"If they really publish her relationship with Miyata in a weekly magazine, I'll definitely make good use of it. I don't care if it causes Miyata to lose his head coach position!"
another Minako thought to herself.
Minako's mons pubis was covered with curly hair, and the slope there 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 inserted his penis, Minako would try 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 saddle, her naked body arching into a bow shape.
Miyata continued to lick the clitoris, and also moved his tongue up and down along the slit of flesh, putting his mouth to the opening and making sucking sounds to draw out the nectar.
"And... suck out what's inside her too."
Minako's deep voice echoed in the cramped bathroom.
Long, slender fingers, like a pitcher's, entered the woman's vagina, rubbing against every fold of flesh.
Minako grasped the erection in front of her, raised her chin, and licked the reddish-black glans with her tongue. There was a slightly sweet and sour taste. The darkness pressed down on her face, and everything went black.
Miyata's fingers stirred deep inside the vaginal opening, his fingertips finding and rubbing the granular part at the top of the opening, then his fingers forcefully thrust in and out, pressing against the ring around the uterus.
Minako, licking his penis, changed her expression; her eyebrows trembled, her nostrils flared, and her breathing became rapid.
Snow-white teeth peeked out from her half-open mouth, and a red tongue wriggled inside.
Miyata flipped Minako's body over, then pulled her waist up, making her hold onto the edge of the bathtub in a doggy-style position.
Miyata thrust his hot, erect member forcefully into her from behind.
"Ugh..." She arched
her buttocks high, tilting her head back, a jolt of electricity running down her back.
5
"Tokyo Angels Baseball Team's head coach visits his lover! The reason for the losing streak is the head coach's private life!"
Weekly magazines published photos of Miyata entering the apartment and in Minako's room.
Miyata wasn't seen at the game that day; instead, the acting coach was in charge.
The next day, the sports sections of the newspapers all reported, "Head Coach Miyata has been suspended!"
Reporters also came to Minako's apartment, but she refused to meet with anyone.
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 dozens of times.
Miyata seemed to have disappeared, with no contact whatsoever.
She had to call in former colleagues to barely manage 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 come here often because I wanted to pursue you, 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 replied.
Her friends who came to help had all left by today; only two women who applied for jobs were coming tomorrow. They both used to work in cafes, this was their first time working in a bar.
The only one left, Mami, was indeed pregnant; because she had been seeing several customers, she didn't know who the father was.
She was given the money for the abortion, barely managing to keep her working.
After closing time, Minako was drinking alone at the bar.
Just then, Miyata called to say he was at a nearby hotel.
Minako closed the shop and staggered over to find Miyata.
Although it had only been a week, it felt like years.
Miyata was sitting naked, cross-legged on a round bed, drinking whiskey.
Their eyes met, sparks flying.
Minako felt a surge of heat within her. Miyata
looked listless, his expression dull, his face pale, and his eyes appeared dark.
"Are you alright in a place like this?" Minako tried 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 get home?"
Minako sat down on the edge of the bed, noticing a dark patch of flesh on Miyata's inner thigh, soft and lifeless.
"I've talked to the boss, I can go back next week."
"That's good."
Miyata took 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 wine glass rolled to the floor.
Miyata's hand unzipped Minako's zipper behind her back, and Minako stood up and took off her clothes, including her bra and panties.
She wanted to feel Miyata's skin directly with her own; 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 was turned around, Miyata's body pressed against hers, his tongue entered her mouth, and her breasts were roughly kneaded.
But Minako felt that he was 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, so I 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, who had been licking her shoulders, neck, and collarbone, pulled Minako's arms up and began kissing her armpits. The woman's side abdomen twitched, her body arching, and Miyata's lips found her engorged nipples, while his fingers slipped into her folds.
Minako felt as if she were floating, a numbness spreading outwards from her uterus.
"I'll move to a different apartment right away, but you can still come to my place from now on."
"But..."
Miyata said something, but Minako was on the verge of climax and didn't hear him clearly, only holding Miyata's head to her chest, twisting her naked body and shaking her head desperately.
Her long hair became tangled, and broken strands fell onto the sheets.
Her body flipped over, her breasts pressed against the bed, and she felt difficulty breathing.
Minako turned her face to the side, as if she was struggling to breathe.
There were lipstick and saliva residue stains on the sheets.
Just as Minako was about to ask, "Should I come from behind?", a sharp pain shot through her anus. It felt like a hot iron rod was being shoved inside, and Minako fainted instantly.
But the intense pressure quickly brought her back to her senses. 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 saliva, and fainted again.

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