"No. He doesn't need a hospital. How many times do I have to say that? He's fine." Min-jin said in Japanese, speaking into his cellphone. The cellphone's glow was the sole light source in the room. Min-jin didn't intend on having a clear view of his hired Yakuza thug trembling in the bed. But Dachi's groans met Min-jin's ears. Releasing a frustrated sigh...
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Pt. XII: The Yakuza Jack began to stir about noon. Something under the covers made him quite alert. Kim encouraged him to rise in more ways than one with her warm and wet lips. When she finished she stuck her head out from under the covers and said coyly, as cum dripped from her chin, "Thanks for breakfast." Over coffee Jack and Kim discussed their strateg...
When Simon and Slamaria walked through the portal back to the mansion leaving the Sovereign court empty, both Slamaria and Simon noticed that Harmony found her way to the mansion in the UK. While Simon and Slamaria was walking through the mansion they both noticed that all the demons were looking at Simon with weary eyes. "They can sense that you are now a s...
MOSKVA, PRESENT DAY. "Winter becomes Mother Russia," Dominika Nedel'ka Patroph mutters to herself. Her brandy-toned eyes stare out the trolley's ice-incrusted window at the fur-wrapped Muscovites trudging along the snowy street. She glances down at the evening's duty assignment sheet in her gloved hand. "Infiltrate a formal business gathering and sniff out...
Your feedback is most welcome. ***** My name's Dan Zander. I've been working as a journalist since I graduated from college. For a long time I covered local news for local newspapers, basically hopping from one sinking ship to the next. Fifteen years ago I got a break, and for a while now I've been in the jet set, working for Rolling Stone. Traveling a...
Author's Note: Friendly reminder. I don't speak Japanese ... or Romanian. *** Ana's blood chilled in her veins. Within a second, many different thoughts jumbled in her mind. A small but cozy apartment. A stove with only two burners. Shoes left in a genkan. A teenage girl's legs with a pair of long, baggy socks. Cheezy pop music blasting from a CD pla...
"Hey, hey, hey, Tanaka," a eighteen-year old Chinese boy said to Reo after the peeper opened his own apartment's front door, the Chinese gangster speaking Japanese with a Chinese accent. "I'm Li Wei. I fuck a new girl, or woman, each week. Sell people, buy them, the usual. And a mutual friend of ours hired my services. She wants me to entertain you, so you w...
On the cellphone, Yuri had told Min-jin she was close to Yokohama. Min-jin stood on the train station's platform, waiting for his former girlfriend, holding a won bill in his hand. The won bill was a gift Min-jin hoped Yuri would cherish. People around the world savored holding foreign currency in their hands. To the average person, holding foreign money...
The next night my ride came to the hotel again, and I was ready. I didn't wear panties this time. The driver was one of the male slaves. I knew him now, so I sat in the front with him. I pulled up my skirt and kept it up the rest of the drive so he could see me. We pulled up next to a Jeep of young males, and they beeped the horn, shouting and yelling and po...