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Chapter 5 of the prequel story to [link] written by

Chapter 5

Now I know what you might be thinking. Why would you surrender free catering just to be with fans? After all, you already mentioned not having money.

Okay, look at this from where I’m standing. I’m a mega star among a group of 25+ people I promise to answer the questions of, and they know food will to keep me happy and make me stay longer. So who do you thinks paying for the food?

That said, kept my hand on my hips, making the same exaggerated steps I was before making sure everyone’s drinks would ripple when I put my weight down. I stopped where I was when to the right of me I heard a bunch of shuffling and scraping. When I looked I saw two people in aprons had put together two chairs and three tables for me.

“Please stay as long as you want” they both said in unison.
Making sure to keep up my earthshaking steps, I made my way to the seats. Before A couple feet from where I was going to sit down, I had to turn my body to squeeze through two table that were placed strangely close together.

*Gasp*, I let out when I felt something pinch me. I looked behind myself to see some weirdo with a cheesy smile with his hand still holding on to my bum.

Now I’m fully aware that I show more skin than most other sumo women, let alone women in general, so I come to expect rude treatment on both ends of the spectrum depending on where I am. If I was still on Earth and someone was stupid enough to call me disgusting while my tush was that close to their face, I’d probably just bump them and sarcastically apologize. Doing this really wouldn’t work that well here though. Chances are if I did that it would only encourage his behavior, so off world I have to deliver a different punishment.

Without even looking at him, I put my hand behind my back and grabbed his arm, making him let go. He didn’t respond the way I wanted him to though. He laughed under his breath probably enjoying the view. My anger level rose hearing this, and I turned around to face him. Seeing my face his expression became blank. I started squeezing on his arm as hard as I could and lifted him up.

He didn’t make a noise, but looking at his constantly changing expression, I knew I was hurting him. Everyone else was watching with look of satisfaction on their faces. At this moment I knew my display wasn’t going to change anyone’s opinion of me. They knew he deserved and they all saw this as the preshow to the Q and A.

I released my grip and he fell flat on his back.
While laying there, another man walked to my side, and said,”Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. I can’t tolerate this kind of conduct, in my restaurant.”

He still didn’t stand up, but it really didn’t matter because the two who set up my seating arrangements grabbed him by his legs and drug him out.

Everyone watching let out an audible laugh and he started to make his way down the street and eventually out of sight.

“Now”, I said when the laughter went away, “How about we start.”

I finally had made it to my seat and using one chair per cheek, I sat down.

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Chapter 5 of the prequel story to [link] written by

Chapter 5

Now I know what you might be thinking. Why would you surrender free catering just to be with fans? After all, you already mentioned not having money.

Okay, look at this from where I’m standing. I’m a mega star among a group of 25+ people I promise to answer the questions of, and they know food will to keep me happy and make me stay longer. So who do you thinks paying for the food?

That said, kept my hand on my hips, making the same exaggerated steps I was before making sure everyone’s drinks would ripple when I put my weight down. I stopped where I was when to the right of me I heard a bunch of shuffling and scraping. When I looked I saw two people in aprons had put together two chairs and three tables for me.

“Please stay as long as you want” they both said in unison.
Making sure to keep up my earthshaking steps, I made my way to the seats. Before A couple feet from where I was going to sit down, I had to turn my body to squeeze through two table that were placed strangely close together.

*Gasp*, I let out when I felt something pinch me. I looked behind myself to see some weirdo with a cheesy smile with his hand still holding on to my bum.

Now I’m fully aware that I show more skin than most other sumo women, let alone women in general, so I come to expect rude treatment on both ends of the spectrum depending on where I am. If I was still on Earth and someone was stupid enough to call me disgusting while my tush was that close to their face, I’d probably just bump them and sarcastically apologize. Doing this really wouldn’t work that well here though. Chances are if I did that it would only encourage his behavior, so off world I have to deliver a different punishment.

Without even looking at him, I put my hand behind my back and grabbed his arm, making him let go. He didn’t respond the way I wanted him to though. He laughed under his breath probably enjoying the view. My anger level rose hearing this, and I turned around to face him. Seeing my face his expression became blank. I started squeezing on his arm as hard as I could and lifted him up.

He didn’t make a noise, but looking at his constantly changing expression, I knew I was hurting him. Everyone else was watching with look of satisfaction on their faces. At this moment I knew my display wasn’t going to change anyone’s opinion of me. They knew he deserved and they all saw this as the preshow to the Q and A.

I released my grip and he fell flat on his back.
While laying there, another man walked to my side, and said,”Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. I can’t tolerate this kind of conduct, in my restaurant.”

He still didn’t stand up, but it really didn’t matter because the two who set up my seating arrangements grabbed him by his legs and drug him out.

Everyone watching let out an audible laugh and he started to make his way down the street and eventually out of sight.

“Now”, I said when the laughter went away, “How about we start.”

I finally had made it to my seat and using one chair per cheek, I sat down.