Ozaki moved with practiced grace as he wiped the dust from the cabinets. A mask covered his mouth and he wore a bright blue outfit of a moving company. Three other coworkers were working on disassembling the furniture while one of the ladies was carefully packing dishes away.
They all worked in silence. No one talked while working, not with his boss watching from the doorway.
No one talked to him after work either. Ever since he was arrested for assaulting a man two years ago, there was a stigma hanging over him. No one talked about it, but he knew that they were aware of it. It was hard not to be when someone would post a picture of it on his locker when he was least expecting it.
He finished one shelf and moved to the next. He switched dusting rags as soon as it became too dirty. One of the younger girls picked it up as soon as he set it aside and gave him a fresh one. He finished the last few swipes of the shelves before getting up and moving to the next one.
Leaning over, he began to pull out the video tapes from the shelves and dusted each one before stacking it neatly. The man they were moving, a black American, had six shelves of videos in his apartment. Most of them were porn and Ozaki noticed that almost all of the porn had a black man in them. He guessed they were the same person, but that would mean that the American had been in hundreds of videos.
He also had a huge cock, easily three times Ozaki's own length.
But, looking at the customer's possessions was against the rules of the moving company. Ozaki set aside a stack of tapes and grabbed the next one. He flipped it over and started to dust it.
And then when he saw Kikuchi Harumi's face on the front, he froze. It was her, the lost idol. She disappeared years ago and left him with a broken heart. But, there she was. In his hands. In a porn video with the same black man in the rest of them.
The tape shook in his grip as he stared at her perfect face and body. He could see flashes of her naked breasts in the background and his cock responded instantly with a hardness that he had never felt before.
The crack of a dish broke his reverie. He jumped and looked around guilty. The lady packing the dishes was staring at a single shattered plate on the ground. She was on the edge of tears and the manager was storming over her.
In a flash, Ozaki unzipped his jumper and jammed the tape into his shorts. He zipped it up before anyone noticed that he had stolen something. Guiltily, he looked around him but everyone was watching the drama unfolding near the broken plate. The thrill of his crime rushed through him and he stood up.
When no one stopped him, he circled around the others rushing to pick up the broken pieces. As soon as he reached the door, he ducked out while preparing an excuse to run to the bathroom. His plan was to head back to the company van and shove the tape under his bento box.
He would be back before anyone realized he was gone.