Sutorippa Jenny

By Brummie

Firstly an apology. For this story I have ignored the first rule of writing and

not followed the axiom 'Write what you know about'. How Science Fiction writers

get on I don't know, all I know is that I know almost nothing about Japan so

everything in this story has been gleaned from the Interweb and Charlie Chan

movies. The characters without exception are a bunch of clichéd stock Orientals,

also the names have been chosen because they sounded OK and it's quite possible

that they translate into something very unfortunate. Therefore if you are

Japanese, live in Japan, have ever been to Japan, know were Japan is, can spell

Japan, have ever eaten Sushi or own a Toyota I most humbly apologise for what

follows.

I've also decided after the debacle of Fu Man Ackenthorpe to dispensed with any

attempt to have the characters talk English with a Japanese accent. There's

going to be none of the 'flied lice' or 'this chickens rubbery' kind of

dialogue. Frank Fluck.

Prologue.

Clouds blanketed the sky obscuring the ground. To the planes passengers it

seemed as if the whole world had been wrapped in cotton wool as the Boeing 747

traversed the great blue yonder on it's way Eastwards.

In the Economy cabin Jenny Richards stared out at the fluffy whiteness with

sightless eyes a maelstrom of confused thoughts whirling through her mind.

Things hadn't been going so well with John lately. Their work seemed to keep

them apart so much and then there was Mike. The tall handsome blacksmith had

come into her life and turned it upside down.

The memory of their meeting at Spectre Castle flashed into her mind causing her

loins to stir with desire. They'd escaped with their lives after the nefarious

Solicitor Fraser had set explosives meant to bury them in the basement as he and

his brother made their get-a-way. The emotional high Jenny and Mike had received

as they cheated death by the narrowest of margins had, she was sure, driven her

into his arms. They had both lived out their basest fantasy when Mike had taken

her hard and fast while she was locked in a set of stocks kept in the Castle

dungeon. Once the desperate need to slake their frenetic lust had passed they'd

retired to her room and they'd made love on the huge four-poster bed baring

themselves literally and emotionally giving unreservedly of themselves as they

slowly, tenderly and with deepening intensity merged together and climbed upward

until their world exploded into blinding sunlight.

It should have ended there but they made the mistake of taking a shower

together. Their joyous laughter inevitably turned into an orgy of tickling,

touching and stroking which resulted in another session of urgently wet

thrusting bodies.

In the following days Jenny agonised over her situation. During her marriage to

John she always considered that she'd been faithful. The sexual shenanigans

she'd indulged in had been forced on her literally or by circumstance and

curiously she didn't count her occasional assignations with Suki as she thought

of that as just paying her debts. But now she had crossed the line. She had

deliberately and willingly been unfaithful with another man and it was preying

on her mind.

After many sleepless nights she'd confided in Suki about her predicament.

Marital relations weren't really her area of expertise and the only suggestion

she could come up with was for Jenny to take a complete break away from the

current situation, work, John and her home, to think things over. Jenny thought

this a splendid idea and agreed. Funds were good at the moment. The contents of

Spectre Castle had been stolen and the building was in such poor repair that it

would have taken many thousands to make it liveable but when a film company

offered to take it off their hands for a reasonable amount to use as a set for a

horror film she and the other family members gladly accepted their cheque. Also

she'd been working hard all year and had plenty of time available and

fortuitously John was away on a mission at the moment.

So there they sat at 35,000 feet on route to Tokyo and a re-union with Suki's

family.

Of course had Jenny known of the dastardly plan fermenting in her oriental

friends mind she would most certainly have stayed at home.

Chapter One.

Their flight arrived on time at Narita Airports Terminal One. All glass, steel

and concrete, ultra modern, clean, efficient. Suki guided them both through the

arrivals channel and spotting the black on yellow logo of a mother cat carrying

her kitten they headed to the Kuroneko Baggage Delivery counter. Narita is over

70 Kilometres from the centre of the capital so rather than drag their cases up

and down the stairs of the connected train station they'd decided it was easier

to have them delivered from the airport direct to Suki's parents house.

Having handed over their luggage and the small fee they walked to the Keisei

line. As a native Suki found it easy to negotiate the confusing corridors and

stairways but they left Jenny baffled and there was no way she could have re-

traced the route they'd taken. The train was relatively empty and they sat down

for the hour long trip to central Tokyo. Once there they had to change to a

local train for the short trip to Suki's parents home in the suburbs.

The local platform was completely different to the mainline version. It was

packed with people. Thousands of them. All the men were identically dressed in

dark suits, white shirts and ties. The women were more varied but still dressed

soberly. They'd arrived in the early evening and many commuters were on their

way home. Mostly Office workers who had stayed late as well as others who had

been out on the town for a drink before heading home.

A train pulled in and they felt themselves transported by the flood of humanity

toward the carriage door. Jenny was sure she heard Suki start to shout something

but she didn't catch it as they passed into the packed train.

More and more people forced their way into the confined space until everyone was

crushed together then station employees pushed even more passengers in until

they could only just force the doors closed. Jenny felt people pressing in on

all sides so she didn't need to grip one of the hanging straps. She couldn't

have fallen down if she'd wanted to. It felt like everyone of Tokyo's 12 million

population had all tried to get into this one carriage. With a jerk the train

set off. They were only going a short distance, one stop, about 8 minutes Suki

had said.

Jenny felt a hand on her butt. Slowly it squeezed her plump cheek. She blushed

and whispered 'Suki. Stop it' but the hand continued touching her stroking round

and round. She bore it. It wasn't as if she had much choice she was pinned by

the press of humanity around her. A second hand gripped her other cheek pinching

and kneading her. 'Suki! Pack it in' she hissed again. It was when the third

hand insinuated itself around her and rested on her stomach that she realised

something was not quite right. She looked left and right and eventually spotted

Suki about two yards away similarly penned in. She gasped as she worked out that

none of the hands belonged to her friend. She looked around again but every

identical face bore a look of angelic innocence. The hand on her abdomen stroked

upward until it reached her bosom. It stopped as if surprised at the enormous

mound it discovered before continuing up until it covered her left breast. The

anonymous hand squeezed her tit firmly.

Jenny began to wriggle as best she could but failed to dislodge any of the hands

in fact they became even more intrusive. Her face went even redder as she felt

her skirt being raised. Both hands dipped under her dress and gripped her butt

now only covered by thin white cotton. The more adventurous hand started to push

down to stroke her thigh then round to the front and upward. Jenny had just

opened her mouth to scream as the fingers dipped under the material covering her

pussy when a commotion erupted nearby.

Suki gave out a loud stream of angry Japanese and nutted a businessman who had

been standing crushed against her face to face. Jenny had no idea what Suki had

shouted but she could imagine the gist of it if she had been enduring the same

treatment she had been. The nose of the sober suited gent exploded in a spray of

carmine as Suki's forehead smashed it flat. The crack was audible through the

whole carriage even over the noise of the tracks. She followed it up with a knee

to the groin that dropped him like a stone. Suddenly the hands molesting Jenny

disappeared back to their owners as Suki forced her way to stand beside her. She

stared round menacingly until miraculously a small space appeared round them.

'I tried to shout a warning as we got on but you didn't hear me' said Suki.

'Women are considered fair game on the local trains especially to the men who've

been drinking. It's gotten even worse since I was here last. They've introduced

women only carriages it's got so bad'. 'What did that chap do to make you hit

him?' ask Jenny. 'I felt something sticking into me so I clobbered the pervert'.

'Could have been his briefcase' mused Jenny. Suki looked thoughtful 'Hmmm. Never

thought of that. Oh well. Here's our stop. We'd best go before he recovers'.

They alighted amid another flood of people and climbed the stairs to the station

exit. After a short walk dodging left and right around the myriad people they

reached the apartment block were Suki's parents lived.

Suki's mother ushered them in and hugged her daughter. She was small. Very small

and wore modern clothes not the kimono some older women still favoured. Suki and

Jenny entered the main living/dinning room and Suki bowed to her dour looking

father who stood waiting then rushed to him and hugged him warmly as he broke

into a wide smile. She introduced Jenny who followed suit and bowed to the man

then shook his hand. Suki's father, Goro Namura, was a middle manager for a bank

and the staid banking atmosphere seemed to colour his life even at home.

Formality seemed the order of the day. Perhaps this was why Suki was such a

rebel Jenny thought as a reaction to the austere home life. The apartment was

big by Japanese standards and due to Suki's older brother Akito moving out

recently there was a spare room available for them to sleep in.

Goro spoke a little English and they conversed slowly with Suki translating

whenever he couldn't think of an English word while her mother prepared supper.

As the meal was brought in another member of the family let himself in through

the front door.

The boy was as tall as Suki's mother was small. It's a western misconception

that all Japanese people are small. The older ones who lived though WW2 were

small because food was scarce. As soon as the country picked itself up and

turned into a world economic superpower the young people became better fed and

they shot up. Six footers while not common were not that rare in Japan. Gaiko,

Suki's younger brother may not have reached six foot yet just past his sixteenth

birthday but he was well on his way. Jenny was introduced and found his

handshake the very opposite of his fathers firm grip. It felt like shaking hands

with a wet fish. His voice was soft and he had trouble meeting anyone's eyes as

he talked.

Everyone sat at a low table for a meal of noodles. Jenny stared when all the

family slurped them down noisily in a way most westerners would have thought of

as rude. Suki had to tell her it was the accepted way and she joined in fumbling

with the chopsticks desperately trying not to cover herself with the food.

Later that evening the girls retired to their room where two futons had been

laid out. Now with some privacy Jenny asked about Gaiko and Suki looked

troubled. She explained that her parents were quite worried about him. He'd

shown no interest in girls yet, nor boys she'd added quickly but if it did turn

out that he was gay it could effect her fathers position with the bank. Gay's

were not uncommon in Japan but the world of banking was still hidebound to the

old conservative ways and decades behind the rest of Japanese society.

As Jenny was about to slip under the covers Suki said 'I know you've been

troubled yourself but tomorrow we'll go to a place I know. They specialise in

smoothing away all your cares, at least for a few hours' then softly, soulfully

kissed her goodnight. For a moment Jenny thought Suki would try to share her bed

and claim her reward for saving her life in Spectre Castle. If she had she'd

probably have welcomed her if only as a way of taking her mind off her troubles

for an hour or so but after the kiss she returned to her own futon. Jenny tossed

and turned well in to the early hours until exhaustion finally claimed her.

Chapter Two.

The next morning Jenny was pleased to see breakfast consisted of cereal, toast

and marmalade and not the more traditional rice and Miso soup. Suki's parents

were making a effort to make her feel more at home.

Once they'd eaten they left the apartment on Suki's surprise trip. It was the

first time Jenny had seen Tokyo in the daylight. Just like any major city it was

a mixture of the quite old and the brand spanking new. Shimmering skyscrapers

adjoining brownstone apartment blocks and crumbling shops and dwellings. There

was only two things she didn't see. One was open spaces. Every available piece

of land was in use or being built on. The second was any single story buildings.

With the most expensive land prices anywhere in the world much ingenuity had

gone into ensuring the maximum amount of living or office space was extracted

from the minimum amount of land. Even the bungalows had two stories.

A short walk in the sunshine later they reached a non-descript brick building,

above the door a tasteful sign in Japanese characters. Suki pronounced it 'Dison

Geisha'.

'Is this a Geisha House' asked Jenny wide eyed. Like most westerners she held

the mistaken view that Geisha equated to prostitute but Suki soon put her right.

'In a proper Geisha House' she said as if reading from a travel brochure 'The

women are professional hostesses who entertain guests through various performing

arts and traditional skills; Japanese ancient dance, singing, playing

instruments like the shamisen, flower arrangement, wearing kimono, tea ceremony,

calligraphy and conversation.

So what's this then?' Jenny persisted. 'Well I suppose you could say it's a

Geisha house but brought up to date and with a wider range of services' replied

Suki smiling slyly. They went in and were greeted by a severe looking

receptionist. An elderly lady in full traditional dress. Suki spoke to her in a

babble of Japanese occasionally turning to indicate her blonde friend. The woman

looked her up and down and nodded.

Suki turned and said 'You are to go with Madam Sumiko here and she will arrange

your treatment. This is a sort of spa so they'll do everything needed to relax

you. This is a full service and you won't need to do one single thing. They will

do absolutely everything required. It's unlikely anyone speaks English but they

can usually make themselves understood so just follow their directions. I'm off

to meet someone but I'll be back in an hour or so. Place yourself in their hands

and enjoy the experience and relax' she finished emphasising the last word.

Jenny nodded her thanks and turned to follow Madam Sumiko through to the

interior. Inside, Suki had been right, it resembled a Spa or Health club. A

combination of swimming pool, Gym, Hairdressers, massage, manicure and beauty

parlour. The receptionist walked with tiny quick steps in her tight Kimono until

they reached a small individual changing room. She indicated for Jenny to sit

then summoned two other youngish girls and gave them the instructions Suki had

specified. Turning back to Jenny she indicated the first girl and said 'Kiko'

then 'Tamika' the other. Jenny looked at the two newcomers. Her first impression

was of a matched pair of pretty porcelain dolls. Slim figures with jet black

hair pulled tightly back and crisp white, almost medical looking, pencil thin

dresses.

They approached Jenny and with a bow and a gesture requested she stand. Kiko

reached forward and began unbuttoning Jenny's blouse. Instinctively she raised

her hands to do it herself but Kiko gently but firmly took her wrists and moved

them back to her sides. A polite admonishment and she continued. Jenny blushed a

little as her buttons were undone and the blouse slipped from her shoulders and

down her arms. The smallest of glances passed between the two Japanese girls as

they uncovered her magnificent bra clad bosom. Tamika lowered the zip on Jenny's

skirt and tugged it down over the plump curvaceous buttocks and down around her

ankles waiting for her to step free of it. The discarded clothes were carefully

folded and placed on a nearby bench.

The treatment was already starting to work for Jenny. It felt good not to have

to think, not to have to take any decisions, to be told exactly what to do and

to have everything taken care of, just to let thing happen and not have to

react.

Jenny shivered although it wasn't cold. Next her shoes were removed leaving her

in just her pretty lace bra and panties. While Tamika fetched a robe Kiko

unsnapped the back of Jenny's bra and tugged it down her arms. Again Jenny

automatically covered herself but Kiko didn't object this time. She instead

hooked her thumbs into the sides of Jenny's white cotton panties and slipped

them down her long athletic legs leaving her naked. Tamika held the robe and

Jenny quickly slipped her arms into the sleeves and tied the towelling belt.

The girls placed her underwear with her clothes and indicated she should follow

them through a door into an adjoining room. The small square room contained

nothing except a sunken bath in the middle with shallow steps leading down into

it. Kiko released the belt and held the robe as Jenny stepped out of it and

walked down the steps and into the warm water. She sat on a lower step with the

water up to her waist and began to wet her arms.

Suddenly the two girls sat down beside her on the steps. As she'd luxuriated in

the warm water they'd slipped silently out of their dresses and shoes leaving

them in only tiny white panties covering their slim hips. Jenny slowly covered

herself again. This time Tamika spoke the word of admonishment a little more

firmly and indicated Jenny should sit lower down and lean back. Both girls

descended into the water and taking soap they each took one of Jenny's feet and

ever so slowly began washing them. Jenny watched them warily but as they

continued she began to succumb to the warm water and stroking hands. Both girls

were meticulous in their application even carefully washing between her toes.

Having finished her feet and calf's to above the knee Kiko indicated she should

stand and tugged her hand until she stood on the step which brought the water

above her knees. More soap and the knowing hands began washing her thighs. Jenny

giggled as their hands tickled her but soon quieted as Kiko shot her a severe

look.

A hand suddenly stroked across her butt closely followed by another. It seemed

the full service included a full wash. Soapy fingers kneaded her plump cheeks

and hips making her wriggle at the lovely sensations. Until that is Tamika's

tiny hand insinuated itself between her thighs and stroked firmly over her

pussy. Jenny jerked and moved to grip the wrist but Kiko spoke the word so she

stopped and let the hand continue it's work. She gasped out loud as a second

hand pushed between her butt cheeks and stroked up and down occasionally

stroking right over her anus.

She closed her eyes her body trembling a little until the soapy hands left her

nether regions. Kiko tugged on her wrist indicating she should now sit. She

followed the instruction lowering herself on to the step above the one she had

been standing on greatly relieved that they'd stopped their soft slippery

caressing. She didn't want to embarrass herself and presumably the girls by

allowing her body to succumb to their ministrations. The soapy hands resumed

their work moving up on to her back. Gently washing and massaging her from waist

to neck.

A hand on her shoulder pressed her to lie back. Kiko took Jenny's left arm and

Tamika the other and began washing her again. They washed her hands carefully

between each finger then up her forearms and biceps and on to her shoulders.

Again Jenny closed her eyes as the warm caressing lulled her into a deeply

relaxing mood.

Soft hands rested on her hips and began washing upward over her marvellously

flat stomach. Higher they rose until ever so softy they reached her breasts.

With a glance between the two Japanese girls they began washing the mammoth

spherical mounds. Jenny stiffened at the first intimate touch then groaned

softly and relaxed as the exquisite sensations filled her chest. Neither

Japanese girl had ever seen breasts as large or beautiful as these and watched

entranced as their massaging hands moved the firm but pliant flesh around into

all sorts of interesting shapes. The pink areolas darkened as they caressed the

blonde and the nipples erected to an alarming degree until they stuck up a good

inch.

Jenny was beginning to writhe when both girls stopped massaging her and took up

small plastic cups. Using them they scooped up the warm water and used it to

rinse the soapy suds from her body. Then with a word gently pulled the reluctant

blonde upright and indicated she should climb out of the water.

As she stood dripping by the side of the bath both Japanese girls fetched big

fluffy white towels from a cupboard. Jenny reached for one but Kiko uttered a

negative word then they applied the towels vigorously to the blondes body.

Starting at her legs they rubbed firmly bringing more warmth to her skin. As

expected they didn't shy away from any spots and while Kiko dried Jenny's plump

butt Tamika applied the soft towel to her naked hairless pussy. Jenny moaned as

the girls briskly rubbed her then moaned even more when they stopped.

Her arms and back now dry the girls stood one to the front and one behind her.

Kiko reached round and applied her towel to Jenny's abdomen and began rubbing

upward. Tamika dried Jenny's shoulders and headed downward. They met at her

chest and both girls used their towels to dry her breasts. They rubbed and

massaged vigorously moulding the flesh until Jenny's head fell back onto Kiko's

shoulder and she moaned out loud. The now forceful rubbing turning her on

arousing her until she was at their complete mercy. They could have done

anything they wanted to the almost comatose blonde. Instead they stopped.

Jenny almost objected but slowly gathered her senses as Kiko draped the

towelling robe over her shoulders and ushered her back into the changing room.

They directed her to another doorway which led into yet another room. Again the

room was mostly bare except for a long padded table. Tamika covered the table

with a crisp white sheet as Kiko again removed Jenny's robe and indicated she

should lie on the table face down.

Resting her head on her hands she closed her eyes as the girls selected some

scented oils. They dripped the oil onto the blondes back and legs and began to

massage it into her skin. They were experts at massage and soon Jenny began to

feel the effects as the hands slowly worked the oil into her flesh. Again they

missed no spots and massaged her until her body gleamed under the rooms harsh

neon light. Kiko seemed to take the utmost care as she reverently applied her

educated fingers to Jenny's buttocks moulding the flesh around even dipping her

fingers into the centre bringing her oily fingers to caress the tiny button hole

between them.

Jenny purred like a well contented cat.

Kiko gently shook her and indicated she should turn over. Jenny swung round and

lay on her back her hands by her sides. More oil was splashed on the her legs

and stomach and arms then the soft massaging resumed. Kiko took her legs and

Tamika her arms and torso. Working as one they firmly massaged the flesh with

their oily slippery hands. Jenny softly moaned and began to move in unison with

the caressing fingers. With a glance between them Tamika slowly trickled a

generous amount of oil over Jenny's breasts and Kiko added some over her lower

stomach and hips.

Jenny flinched as Tamika seized her breasts and began to vigorously massage the

oil into her mammaries. She pressed the breasts together and gripped the nipples

between a thumb and finger pulling upward. Kiko meanwhile had smoothed the oil

into Jenny's hips and stroked her hand downward until she cupped the blondes

pussy mound. She began to firmly and rhythmically squeeze her mons until Jenny's

hips began rising from the massage table. An oily finger slipped inside her and

gently pushed in and out.

Jenny couldn't last much longer as the girls drove her higher and higher. Her

breath rasped in her throat as she moaned. Suddenly a mouth fastened itself onto

her pussy lips and a tongue drove deeply into her body. Clamping onto her clit

the mouth sucked hard and a tongue was dragged savagely across it. Within

seconds Jenny screamed out loud and reached the summit exploding in a release of

joy.

Her heaving chest gradually quieted as her breath returned then she slowly

forced open her eyes to look around for the girls. Suki stared down at her, her

mouth and chin shiny with oil, smiling broadly. She leant down and kissed Jenny

softly on the lips. 'I hope you feel good and relaxed now' she said. 'Yes I

certainly do thanks to you and the girls'.

'Well I'm glad you're feeling better because now It is your turn to provide the

relaxation. You owe me big time. You're mine to command slave so now you can do

for me what the girls just did for you'.

During the following hours Jenny extracted climax after climax from Suki's

slender body using all the skills she'd leant from their previous times

together, first in the warm water and then on the massage table. She knew just

what Suki liked and could build her up to a nearly unbearable high before

sending her crashing over into body locking orgasm. Time and again she forced

the Japanese girl to scream out in ecstasy until she was left a limp wrung out

sweating wreck. Finally the two snuggled together, a satisfied smile on their

faces and dozed for a short time recovering from their exertions while lazily

caressing each other.

Chapter Three.

A couple of days after their fun and games in the Geisha House Jenny and Suki

were sitting watching some television. Jenny couldn't understand a word of

course but the show was a music program so she could enjoy the tunes. They'd

just finished a late lunch and were feeling pleased with themselves after a

heavy morning of retail therapy. A little knot of excitement tightened Suki's

stomach as she waited because her dastardly plan was shortly to be put into

motion.

A knock came at the door and Suki faining surprise wondered out loud 'Who could

that be?' She rose and after a few seconds returned with a man in tow. He looked

like the standard sober suited businessman they'd seen so many of over the last

couple of days with one exception. Jet black hair, good looking face to Jenny's

eye, heavy black rimmed glasses, fit and mid to late thirties, all normal but

the difference was the goatee beard he wore. Of all the thousands of Japanese

men Jenny had seen this was the only one who sported any facial hair. Beards and

moustaches were very rare in the business class. Suki introduced him as Matsuko-

san. He bowed politely and said 'Kon nee chee wa Jenny-san' then shook her hand

giving her a quick appraising look as he did so.

'Matsuko-san is with the Japanese Police. The drugs squad in fact' said Suki. 'I

was instructed by Commander Holt to inform Japanese Internal Security that we

were coming here just as a courtesy between agencies. It seems that this was

passed on to the Drugs squad and that's why Matsuko-san is here'.

'Yes' he began in reasonable if stilted English. 'We have situation that needs

urgent attention. Nothing bad. Just watching but must be done immediately and we

are short of anyone with the right, how should I say, qualifications'.

Jenny was intrigued. 'What do you want Suki to do?' she asked. 'The two Japanese

exchanged glances. 'It not Suki I here to talk to, It you Jenny-san' he

answered.

Jenny looked at him surprised as he continued. 'In Tokyo Suki is ordinary but

you are exotic one. Tall, blonde and..' he exchanged quick burst of Japanese

with Suki then finished 'big titted'. 'Suki!' Jenny exclaimed but the oriental

only laughed while Matsuko looked confused.

'Well if it's a small task I don't mind helping out the Police. What's the job'

She enquired.

Matsuko spoke for five minutes occasionally consulting Suki over a difficult

word or concept. It seemed some local mafia types known as the Yakusa were

taking delivery of a drugs consignment that evening but the Police didn't know

where. Matsuko had been asked to supply someone who could do a surveillance job

in a bar that the Yakusa owned and met up each evening. They had learnt that

there was a vacancy at the club for a waitress and he needed someone the

gangsters wouldn't suspect to take the job just for the evening. The last thing

they would suspect is that the police would plant a blonde gaijin in their midst

so might be inclined to let their guard down a little.

'We don't want you doing anything to arouse suspicion, no breaking and entering

or safe cracking just keep your eyes and ears open. Someone will make contact

during the evening to see if you've got anything to report. I am sorry to ask

this of you Jenny-san but we are desperate to catch these people. They are the

dregs of the criminal world, they sell their drugs to anyone, men, women even

children. We must stop them if we can'.

Jenny pondered a while. 'Well OK. I'll do it. You can tell me where I need to go

and any final instructions after I get changed'. Suki immediately said 'Jen wear

something revealing. We have to be sure you get hired don't we?' Jenny grimaced

but nodded agreement.

The two Japanese watched her depart and when she had closed the door of their

room both broke out into beaming smiles. Suki quietly patted her elder brother

Akito on the back and whispered 'Well done. I knew you could do it. She fell for

it completely'. 'Do you think so? I thought selling drugs to the children was

the master stroke. That sealed it'.

Yes. She's a sucker for the kiddies. She'll go through with it in spite of that

tiny little thing you forgot to mention.

'But why are you doing this to your friend' he asked curiously. 'Suki's face

hardened a little and her left eye twitched as the memories flooded back. The

main concourse at Heathrow airport. Her naked and frozen in place as hundreds of

people strolled past staring at her, intrigued. Her slim toned body exposed to

all and sundry. Pert breasts and black haired pussy revealed as she stood statue

like trapped by Jenny wielding the power of the Voodoo doll. John Richards had

tried to help but every time he draped a coat around her it was ripped off by

some invisible force. He got so exasperated that eventually he had tried to

cover her with his hands which made Suki scream as he touched her in the most

intimate places. That would have been bad enough but just at that moment the

Police turned up and arrested her for public indecency and him for sexual

assault. It took some fast talking and a call from Commander Holt to the Chief

Constable himself to convince the cops to let them go with just a warning.

'Lets just say the punishment fits the crime shall we and leave it at that.

Believe me she's getting off lightly. If I'd put my mind to it I could have come

up with something a whole lot worse than an evening as a waitress. Even if it is

as a waitress in a topless bar.

Akito smiled. Suki had told him that he and his friends should turn up later in

the evening, he would be without the false beard and glasses disguise of course,

and give Jenny as hard a time as they could. He knew the bar she had selected

and that the girls were required to wear the smallest of black mini dresses as

well as practically invisible white thong panties. She would already, no doubt,

be moving between tables delivering drinks and desperately dodging the groping

hands of the drunken patrons. He was looking forward to seeing the blonde with

her great big bosoms bouncing around and on display for all to see and no matter

what they did to her she was duty bound to stay in character and endure every

indignity they could dream up.

Suki would be avenged in spades.

Chapter Four.

The taxi pulled up and Jenny paid the driver. She pointed at the card she'd

shown him with the address of the club written on it and as he drove off he

pointed vaguely toward a dingy doorway. Above the door there were two large

tacky neon signs. Once inside she was presented with a problem. The corridor

split in to two. She stood looking at the card trying to work out which route to

take but nothing presented itself so she signed and picked one.

She entered through another doorway and was relieved to find herself in a dim

Smokey room. Looking round she saw tables with a smattering of men drinking and

at the far end a long bar. Relieved she'd found the right place she approached

the bar and once the barman finished pouring a drink and adding it to a tray for

the waitress to deliver he came over. Jenny watched the waitress take the drinks

tray to a table of businessmen. She was dressed in a quite conservative black

waitress dress with a white apron.

'Hai?' queried the barman. Even Jenny had learnt this meant 'Yes' and asked if

there was anyone who spoke English. He didn't speak it himself but recognised it

and beckoned an older woman across. 'I'm here about the job' she said slowly.

The woman asked her name as she looked her up and down. Jenny had done as Suki

asked and worn the most revealing dress she had brought with her, a low-cut

little black cocktail number. Normally when she wore it she spent the entire

evening tugging the hem down to avoid showing to much leg. She wasn't sure why

she'd packed it in the first place. She was usually to timid to wear it anyway.

'You do this sort of thing before' the woman asked. 'Oh yes' replied Jenny 'I've

served drinks and waited tables loads of times. 'What you mean wait tables. We

no need waitress. Job Sutorippa'. Jenny looked at her confused. 'Sutorippa?' she

queried. 'Sutorippa, Sutorippa' the woman repeated then mimicked dancing and

removing her clothes. Jenny blanched. 'Oh Jesus. She means a bloody stripper'

she thought. 'Those Police berks have got it wrong. Oh blimey what do I do now'.

Her face screwed up with indecision as she weighed the alternatives. On the down

side she felt utter panic and almost terminal embarrassment at the thought of

cavorting around taking her clothes off in front of an audience of presumably

men. On the other hand the club was practically empty but that might change

although it was a week day so maybe it would be slow. It was dim and smokey so

with a little luck no one would see to much and maybe she could get away with

more of a burlesque and a quick flash rather than a full strip. But it was the

final thought that clinched it. There were the children. The poor children

innocently being offered drugs. Their lives ruined by these criminals for

profit. She couldn't let them down.

Jenny resolutely straitened up. 'Blimey the things I do for Queen and Country,

well the Emperor this time I suppose' she thought. 'OK' she nodded tapping

herself on the chest. 'Me Sutorippa'.

She followed the hard faced Madam into the back stage dressing room. In a chair

sat another none-oriental girl who turned as they entered. 'You do three acts.

This Chantelle. She show you what to do' then turning on her heel she stalked

out.

The sitting girl rose and stuck out her hand. 'Hi Honey' she greeted in a broad

Brooklyn accent. 'You're American' said Jenny relieved that she would have

someone to talk to. 'Yer' she answered. 'We're both a long way from home ain't

we. Come on I'll show you the costume rack. You'll be doing the first set as a

Cheerleader'. She held up the tiniest skirt and top for Jenny to see. She took

them and grimaced. 'What's up Honey'. 'I thought there'd be more...well you

know...to wear' she stammered. 'Oh no don't tell me you're new to the game. Are

you?'. 'Yes' nodded Jenny. 'But please don't tell Madam. I need the cash' she

lied. 'Don't worry. I ain't gonna tell on ya. Get yer gear off and we'll get you

ready'.

Jenny shyly unzipped her little black dress, slid it down her body and stood

trembling slightly in her lacy black underwear. 'And the rest Hon' said

Chantelle. Jenny un-hooked her bra strap and shrugged it down her arms then

covered her chest with a forearm. 'It's no good being shy in this game girl' not

if you're gonna give the punters a show. You've got to go for it first time or

they'll kick you out if you're no good and the Japs don't like you'.

'Look you finish changing and I'll get you something'. Jenny waited till she'd

turned her back and quickly stripped off her panties and pulled the gold thong

up her mile long legs and made sure it was snugly in place then tried to fit her

enormous bosoms into the tiny gold bra. She was just fixing the skirt when

Chantelle returned with two glasses.

'Here drink this' she said offering Jenny a tumbler. 'What is it?'. 'Happiness

in a glass Hon. Don't worry it's just some Sake. Help the nerves no end. Get it

down ya'. As Jenny took a slug of the Sake Chantelle eyed her up and down and

nodded approvingly. Her eyes betrayed a little bit of jealously but also a whole

lot of desire. Jenny coughed as the spirit burned it's way down her throat.

'How's that Hon'. She did actually feel a little fortified thanks to the drink.

'Better I think' and tossed back the remaining alcohol.

'Let me do your garters for you'. 'Garters?' Jenny enquired. 'Yer. Where's the

punters going to stick the cash if not in yer garters. There's nowhere else left

when you're starker's dear'. Jenny blushed at being reminded that soon she would

be naked in front of some anonymous men. Chantelle knelt down and with a garter

around her hands allowed Jenny to lift her foot and began to feed it up her leg.

She took her time and stroked slowly up with both hands wrapped around first

Jenny's calf them her knee and finally her supple athletic thigh. She wriggled

it around until she was satisfied it was in just the right place having

thoroughly explored most of Jenny's soft thigh then knelt and did the other one.

'Honey. You're gonna be a smash. The Japs are gonna love you. Don't you worry

about a thing. A tip for ya. Leave the skirt on. That way you can give them

tantalising flashes but not have to end up totally naked. Now drink up'.

'Ok?' asked Chantelle. Jenny nodded. 'Yer but do you feel sexy'. 'Sexy? err...no

not sexy really. 'Look you've got to feel right or you're not going to convince

the punters you're into it. They can tell if you're not enjoying it and they'll

keep there money in their pockets if you don't seem right. Never forget the name

of the game is getting the cash out of those trousers and into your garter. Here

have my drink as well'.

Jenny downed the second drink as Chantelle watched her eagerly. 'Let me help ya'

she said and using a thumb and forefinger gripped the point of each of Jenny's

bra cups and pinched and twisted her nipples. Jenny's face flushed as the brassy

yank teased her nipples into erection then releasing her looked down at the

prominent peaks pushing out trying to burst through the bra. She nodded. 'There

ya go Hon' no one'll think you're not enjoying it now. 'Err. Thanks' said Jenny

uncertainly.

Suddenly there came a knock at the door and a harsh word in Japanese. Chantelle

said 'OK Hon. You're on. Now look, you're a girl, wow are you a girl. You know

what men like so get out there and give it to em'. Jenny squealed as Chantelle

gave her butt a quick squeeze and ushered her out toward the dimly lit stage.

Stopping at the curtain she suddenly realised just what she'd got herself into

again. Loud rock music shocked her ears as Chantelle pulled the curtain aside

and pushed her out on to the wooden stage.

A bright spotlight shone straight into her eyes nearly blinding her as she

stepped out. She couldn't see anything past the light and for a moment actually

felt alone then she moved forward and realised with shock and horror that while

she'd been back stage the club had filled up and she was faced with over fifty

expectant oriental faces all staring at her hungrily. Like a rabbit in the

headlights she froze. The crowd looked at her then started to cast querying

glances around when she didn't go into the usual wild cavorting they were used

to.

Thankfully the drink was starting to kick in and with a start she began to

gently undulate her hips. Nobody spoke as she strode up the long thin stage

toward a shiny metal pole at the far end. On reaching it she stopped and posed

as sexily as she could and stared at the faces watching her. Then she took a

deep breath and swung around the pole. For a second it looked like she had lost

her grip and would fall straight into the laps of the nearest people but caught

herself just in time. Jenny quickly realised that she couldn't do the usual

stripper things so she had to improvise. She might not have been used to

stripping but she could dance and so began moving sensually to the music trying

to block out the staring eyes.

She danced for as long as she could but realised she'd have to take something

off eventually. 'Oh well here goes' she thought and reached for her bra. Holding

it in place she unclipped it and teased them for a minute before whipping it off

dramatically. The collective intake of breath was audible even over the rock

music as they crowd broke into spontaneous applauds. Jenny was surprised then

pleased at the reaction and continued dancing her now unencumbered tits swaying

in time to the music.

A man near the stage held up a banknote and remembering Chantelle's words she

danced towards him and squatted down to allow him to tuck it under her garter

but not before he'd grabbed a handful of her butt. She squeaked and dodged away

giving him a reproachful look. The drink was really going to her head now as the

music changed to something faster. Her dancing quickened keeping pace with the

beat until a second man held up a note. Again she squatted down and this time

received a pinch on the bum before the note was deposited under her garter.

Jenny started to use the skirt lifting it giving them a quick glimpse of her

butt or thong covered loins. The crowd were now clapping in time to the music

urging her on. Her face was flushed with the effort, the drink and the sexy

thoughts running through her mind. With a flourish she whipped the thong off and

threw it into the crowd. They erupted with cheering as she danced around the

pole. Quick flicks of the skirt gave tantalising glimpses of he plump round butt

and sometimes her hairless pussy slit. Inevitably a man held up a note and she

squatted down. With one hand he tucked the note in with the rest. The other

flashed under her thigh and his fingers stroked over her now unprotected pussy.

Jenny leapt up as the man turned triumphant to his friends showing them the

fingers that had succeeded in touching her so intimately before sticking them

under his nose and smiling as if he could smell her aroma.

From then on notes appeared all around the stage and Jenny was hard pressed to

collect them all. In the process of course she was touched and probed and

tweaked and stroked until she was red in the face and her garters could hardly

hold any more currency.

Thankfully the music came to an end and Jenny bowed quickly and ran off the

stage to rapturous applauds. Back in the dressing room Chantelle helped her

unload the cash and counted out nearly 50,000 yen. 'Wow' thought Jenny I could

buy a new car with that. Unfortunately Chantelle had to tell her it was only

worth about a four hundred dollars or two hundred and fifty pounds and she'd

have to give some of that to the club. 'Still' she thought 'two hundred for

twenty minutes of dancing ain't so bad although she wasn't so keen on being

pawed by loads of sweaty drunken businessmen.

Back in the dressing room Chantelle had dressed as a cowgirl. When she went out

to do her set Jenny quickly threw on a robe and poked her head out of the

dressing room and seeing no one in the dim corridor crept out. The corridor had

four doors. The first was the ladies bathroom so she continued on. The next was

the door to the bar area. The next held crates of bottled bear and other stock

for the bar. The last was locked. As she was standing there with the door knob

in her hand the bar door opened and the barman came out. He spotted her

immediately and uttered a curt question in Japanese. Jenny walked toward him

while he watched her suspiciously. After some comical motioning she managed to

convey that she had been looking for the ladies facilities and he pointed

briskly back to the first door. He stared after her as she entered then slowly

turned and went into the store room.

Returning to the dressing room she started to dress in her next costume when a

Japanese girl rushed in. On seeing Jenny she nodded to her and began tearing off

her own clothes and dressed quickly as a sexy secretary. Chantelle came in and

introduced Jenny to Miko the other girl who rushed out to start her set.

Unloading the notes from her garter Chantelle looked Jenny's new costume up and

down and said 'Let me do your hair Honey'. She gathered the long blonde hair and

using rubber bands gave her two pigtails then together they counted up the money

on the dressing table. Chantelle's smile became slightly fixed as the total came

to less than half what the blonde had collected.

Chapter Five.

Jenny stood at the curtain once more waiting for the music to start. Not

thumping rock music this time but a sweat tinkling teenage oriented pop song.

She pushed through the curtain out onto the stage and skipped toward the pole.

The crowd around the stage had swelled to maybe eighty strong and to a man they

all stopped chatting and drinking and looked at her stunned in to silence with

mouths open wide. Jenny was dressed as the most sexually provocative schoolgirl

any of them had ever seen. Her long blonde hair was split into two pigtails and

her little tongue licked a giant lollipop. The blazer she wore was so small it

couldn't meet in the middle. A semi transparent white shirt was tied beneath her

braless breasts and her dark prominent nipples poked through the material. A

tiny pleated skirt came just two inches below her butt and she had small white

ankle socks and black pumps on her feet. The slightest movement made the skirt

sway and gave the leering mob a flash of the white cotton panties she wore

underneath.

The crowd watched enraptured as she cavorted round the stage occasionally

bending forward and flashing her white cotton covered butt at them. Chantelle

had forced another Sake into her and the alcohol was giving her a worm glow. The

crowd took up the beat again and began clapping to encourage her. Notes were

beginning to build in her garter and she was getting more practice at dodging

the probing hands as they tried to stroke or pinch her flesh.

Jenny put the lollipop on a chair on the stage and mimicked being hot. Teasingly

she tugged the blazer from one shoulder as the crown cheered. The other shoulder

came off and she dropped it down her arms and threw it on the chair. Dancing

along the stage she collected more notes as her unfettered bouncing breasts

loosened the wallets of the cheering punters. She caressed her breasts cupping

and lifting them tweaking her own nipples until they darkened even more and

poked out.

Suddenly she froze and bent slowly forward. Her skirt rose gradually revealing

her panty clad bottom to the salivating men on one side of the stage. Giggling

she wiggled her butt and then crossed over and did the same on the other side.

Moving forward to the very front of the stage she did the same again then

collected more notes from frantic men.

At the deserted front of the club the door opened and a tall man entered. He was

immaculately dressed in a light grey designer sports jacket over perfectly cut

black trousers and highly polished black patent leather shoes. He quietly moved

to the bar managing to avoid the furniture even though he was wearing dark

glasses. The barman seeing him enter broke off from the customer he was serving

without a word and poured a drink and placed it before him. With a bow he

returned to the customer who made no complaint what so ever at having been

ignored.

As the man reached for his drink the cuff of his pristine white shirt rose up

and revealed the telltale tattoo around his wrist. He turned quiet eyes toward

the stage which appeared unusually crowded for a week day. He gestured to the

barman who told him that the new girl was proving quite an attraction. He turned

back and watched her carefully still not removing his shades.

Back on the stage Jenny spent another minute bouncing round then froze again.

Bending deeply she reached back and ever so slowly started to lower her panties.

The men behind her stared open mouthed as gradually the while cotton material

revealed more and more of her pink butt. Lower they went until her pink pussy

peeped out and one punter in the very front row fainted dead away.

Stepping out of the underwear Jenny skipped round the stage swinging her panties

around a finger. Every eye in the room watched the white material hungrily until

she casually flicked them off the stage.

They landed right in the lap of a middle aged businessman in the front row who

for one single second considered himself the luckiest man alive then eight of

the nearest punters leapt on top of him and he went over backwards under a

sweating, swearing scrum that the All Blacks would have been proud of.

Eventually the biggest, meanest guy extricated himself from the melee and held

his prize high. Spreading the panties out on his upturned hands he buried his

face in them and took a deep breath drinking in the aroma of her pussy. He stood

for a few seconds with a beatific smile on his face.

Then someone hit him with a chair.

The scrum of struggling desperate men reformed until the barman weighed in with

a short wooden club and restored order.

Jenny continued her set. She'd teasingly unbuttoned her shirt but left the

bottom tied then pulled back each side until her tits popped out. Dancing

suggestively, she flashed her pussy and bum and collected a kings ransom from

the punters.

About an hour later Suki walked along the street looking for the club she'd sent

Jenny to. When the blonde hadn't returned straight away she'd known her plan had

worked and she was now inside serving drinks in a tiny skirt, thong panties and

with her tits out for all to see and for some to tweak and stroke no doubt. She

could just see how the punters would tease her. They'd order drinks and she'd

bring them. Then they'd indicate who got each drink and as she reached over to

the far side of the table her tits would swing out and dangle, a perfect target.

Hands would cup her, pinch her stroke her while others would stroke up her legs

and over her plump butt. By now she'd be red in the face and dreading every

order. Suki thought her revenge would be sweat and Jenny utterly humiliated.

She entered the same door Jenny had but then turned left into a different door.

The bar was less than half full and topless oriental girls swung between tables

delivering trays of drink, collecting tips and giving girlish giggles when a

punter managed to distract one enough to grasp a handful of soft flesh.

Approaching the bar Suki attracted the eye of the manager she'd made the

arrangements with and enquired where Jenny was. She was mortified when he told

her she hadn't turned up. She thought hard. Had the Taxi delivered her to the

wrong place, had she got lost somehow on the short journey. She sipped a drink

as she turned over possibilities in her mind.

Chapter Six.

Jenny was ecstatic. She was making tens of thousands of Yen. Chantelle wasn't so

glad. Her tips had dwindled. The new girl was taking all the cash and she was

losing out. She glowered at the blondes back as there came a knock on the door

and a string of Japanese told her the boss wanted a word so she pulled on a robe

and went out into the club.

Yamichi-san was one of the partners who owned the club. He scared the crap out

of Chantelle who knew what he was and what he was capable of. He and his partner

had 'bought' the club from the previous owner when he begged them to. Actually

he was begging them not to drop him in the harbour with chains around his legs

at the time but they'd given him a fair price. Well fair if you were buying a

packet of cigarettes.

'Who's the new girl' he asked. 'Jenny-san' she told him. 'Fresh over from

England'. It crossed her mind to try telling him to get rid of her but she knew

he'd seen her act and if she did she'd just look foolish. He thought for a while

then told her 'Find out how far she'll go. Use the Heroine set'. Chantelle

smiled broadly seeing an opening, seeing a way she could get rid of the new

girl. She nodded and practically ran back to the dressing room.

'OK Honey, your last set is a little different. You'll be on stage with Miko and

me' she told Jenny. 'The Japs go for this one in a big way. They love Super

heroines and a stripping Super heroine drives them nuts. We should clean up on

this one'. Jenny's eyes shone. The drink and adulation as well as the money had

removed most of her inhibitions and stripping in front of all the slobbering

punters had lost some of it fear for her.

Chantelle explained that Jenny would be a Super heroine like in the comics, like

Wonder woman or Supergirl but a Japanese version and she and Miko would be the

nefarious criminals that she would try to capture. Jenny nodded happily as she

dressed in the costume, a bright red bra and blue panties and black knee high

boots. The other two put on purple Lycra one-piece swimsuits with masks that

covered the tops on their faces.

Chantelle explained some more 'This isn't just a strip love. The Japs like their

Heroines to lose and then to be punished and humiliated. Here's what we do. Miko

an I'll be on stage then you enter and challenge us. We'll fight, don't worry

just playing so you react as if we're hitting you really hard and then we'll

defeat you and strip you off. Alright?'. Jenny nodded 'Err..OK'. As she turned

away Chantelle continued under her breath '...and then there's the humiliation

part of course'.

The two purple clad girls went out and pulling their masks on crept out on to

the stage. They mimicked searching round and acting suspiciously looking around

worried that someone would spot them. The crowd erupted when they saw them.

They'd seen the set before and knew what was going to happen. Adding the new

blonde girl would turn it from a popular scene into an amazing one so they

cheered and clapped like crazy.

After a few seconds Jenny pushed through the curtain and posed, her hands on her

hips, a haughty expression on her face. Mayhem ensued as the crowd went mad. She

shouted above the noise and the two criminals whirled round shocked to be

discovered. All three then stalked round the stage ready to fight. Miko stepped

forward and threw a punch at Jenny's stomach and she bent double as if mortally

wounded then staggered erect again. Chantelle attacked her and swung a foot

which gently touched her knee and she dropped again. Miko took the opportunity

and attacked from the back grabbing Jenny round the neck and pretended to

strangle the blonde. Jenny threw her off and attacked herself.

They play fought for another minute until Miko got behind Jenny again and

succeeded in looping her arms under Jenny's and lifting up joined her hands

behind her neck forcing Jenny's arms upward. She wriggled ineffectually her tits

encased in the tiny bra wobbling alarmingly. In this defenceless position Jenny

looked on fearfully as Chantelle stalked her, hands extended, fingers like

claws. She rushed in and gripping the red bra ripped it from Jenny's body. The

blondes enormous mammaries burst from their confinement and the crowd went even

more bonkers.

In the bar next door the manager came back and chatted to Suki. She commented

that the club seemed quiet tonight and he replied 'Yes. The Strip clubs got a

new girl. A gaijin. Someone came in and told someone else and soon half the

bloody customer left to go and see her.

A light bulb appeared above Suki's head as she realised what had happened. Jenny

in a strip club, surely not, Oh my god' she thought 'this could be even better

than I ever imagined'. She finished her drink and nodded to the manager. Turning

out of the front door she went further along the corridor and slipped quietly

into the Strip Club. Standing at the back in the darkness she stared astonished

at the scene being played out on the stage.

Jenny struggled in Miko's grip making her now naked tits wobble and swing to

left and right. Chantelle advanced again and sunk her fingers into the soft

breast flesh. Jenny reacted as if her tits were in a vice screaming and moaning

until Chantelle and Miko released her leaving red finger marks on her abused

mammaries. All the girls then stalked around again allowing the punters to stuff

notes in their garters.

Both purple clad girls could easily see Jenny was collecting more than both of

them put together. Chantelle moved close to Miko and whispered in her ear until

she nodded and they split apart again to resume the fight.

At the back of the club Suki was in raptures. Jenny giving a strip show was more

than she could ever have hoped for. Just wait till she got back to HQ. They'd

never let Jenny forget it. Now if she could just get some photos.

Back on stage Jenny tried to defend herself hampered by her tits which were

flying all over the place until Miko gripped the back of her panties and began

pulling. She squealed and tried to hang on to her only garment as Miko pulled

harder and harder. Chantelle grabbed Jenny's arms and after a brief tug of war

with Jenny as the rope Miko dragged the panties down and off. She didn't throw

them into the crowd this time as she wanted to avoid a riot. Jenny was left

naked under the bright lights in front of eighty odd customers for the first

time. She shrieked and tried to cover her pussy with her hands but Chantelle was

having none of it. She grabbed Jenny and twisted her arm up her back bending her

double. Miko slowly stalked round before darting in and letting fly spanking

Jenny's upturned butt. Jenny squealed as Miko spanked her again and again.

Chantelle held her tight and slowly walked her around the stage while Miko kept

up the assault making sure all the punters got a good view of Jenny's plump

quivering butt. She put on a good show as she struggled and writhed in Chantelle

grip screaming while her hanging breasts swung below her and her cheeks turned

pink under the unceasing onslaught.

Eventually they let her up and bowed to the braying crowd as Jenny ruefully

rubbed her smarting cheeks. Then Chantelle said to her 'Want to earn some real

money?'. What could she say. She though 'What sort of stripper would say no'.

She had to maintain her cover until she was contacted even though she'd got

nothing to report yet. Pensively she nodded and Chantelle and Miko gripped her

arms as if they'd captured the Super heroine.

They led her to the front of the stage and down the steps onto the club floor.

The men nearest drank in her naked charms as the two girls held her arms so she

couldn't cover herself. One man held up a 500 yen note and Miko shook her head

and flashed her hand up twice indicating 1,000 yen. He pulled out a new note and

approaching pushed it into Jenny's garter. She nodded and smiled at him then

gasped as his hands closed over her tits. He gently squeezed her soft warm

bouncing mammaries pushing them together kneading them. Gradually he became more

assertive gripping her harder until her flesh squeezed between his fingers and

forcing a moan from her lips. They held her arms as the man molested her

mammaries kneading her and tweaking her nipples until her cheeks turned red and

her breathing quickened. A minute later with a word from Miko the man released

her breasts and retreated.

Suki was standing in the shadows staring goggle eyed as Jenny was mauled by the

customer when the front door opened again and another man entered. He was

shorter but more thickset then the first but obviously of the same ilk. He also

wore dark glasses as if they were some sort of badge. Suki tried to melt into

the background as the new man appeared. She knew him and knew what he was.

Before she'd left for England she'd worked for the Japanese Police and local

members of the Yakusa were well know to them. This one was known as one of the

most violent of them all which was saying something.

He joined his partner at the bar and after a few words turned and together they

watched the remainder of the show.

'More money?' asked Chantelle. Jenny grimaced but nodded reluctantly and they

led her round until an enormously fat man held up a 1000 yen note. Again Miko

looked disdainfully at it and flashed her hand four times. 4000 yen. The man

nodded his deep set piggy eyes shining and with one podgy hand fondling Jenny's

thigh used the other to push notes into her garter. She stared wildly at the two

girls. What was this one going to do she speculated frantically when suddenly

Miko and Chantelle swung her round and pushed her backward until her knees met

the mans legs and she collapsed onto his lap.

With the girls still gripping her arms she was powerless to prevent his hands

circling round her and stroking up her body to capture her breasts. He fondled

her gently savouring the soft warm flesh in his hands and the pointed erect

nipples pressing into his palms. His head buried in her hair he sucked her neck

wetly. Suddenly Chantelle lifted Jenny's arm and looped it up over the mans head

and behind his neck. His face now rested right next to her tit and squeezing her

flesh between his fingers he fed her tit into his mouth and began sucking

strongly. Jenny writhed about on his lap as he assaulted her tits inadvertently

greatly increasing his pleasure as she rubbed her butt into his groin.

His right hand gripped her right tit and kneaded it while his mouth sucked on

her other breast drawing more and more flesh into his hot mouth as his teeth

gnawed her nipple. Looking down she gasped and rolled her eyes wildly as the

hand that had been holding her left tit slowly stroked down her stomach and

darted between her thighs cupping pussy before she could react and slam her legs

closed. She wriggled and writhed as he squeezed her pussy then she gasped

mortified as a fat podgy finger pushed between her labia and invaded her moist

womanhood. They held her writhing body immovable and let him maul her for fully

five minutes as his fat finger thrust inside her rapidly moistening pussy. He

could feel her internal muscles gripping his finger as he forced her towards

climax. Chantelle watched closely and as Jenny's breath rasped in her throat and

she groaned 'Oh yes, yes, just there' cruelly dragged her clear of the fat man's

grip.

Yamichi-san said 'This new girl's fantastic. She could make us a fortune if she

could be convinced to entertain a few selected clients. Were did you find her'.

The second gangster stared at him as if he'd gone mad. 'I didn't find her. I

thought you must have' he replied. 'You mean you didn't employ her either?'. 'No

I didn't' Yamichi replied slowly turning back to star at the blonde. Both men's

eyes narrowed behind their dark glasses and the deep-seated paranoia of their

criminal minds turned suspicion to certainty. 'She's a Police spy' they almost

chorused as one.

Jenny practically hung between the two girls now sexually over stimulated then

jerked clear just as climax approached. Dazed she was paraded before the hot

hungry clients once more until a thousand yen note appeared but Miko flashed her

hand five times. The man pushed the notes into Jenny's garter and threw himself

on the floor with his head between her feet. Jenny couldn't understand what he

was doing as she stared down at him until the girls drove a knee each into the

back of her knees and she with a shriek she sank down until she ended up

kneeling across his shoulders with her vagina directly above his face. He

grabbed her hips and pulling her down the last inch forced her pussy right into

his mouth. With the girls still holding her firmly and also pushing down on her

shoulders he attacked her pussy with lips, teeth and tongue while his hands

gripped her pink plump butt cheeks. Jenny threw her head around as his tongue

invaded her, probing, thrusting into her again and again forcing her higher and

higher. He captured her clit and sucked rhythmically then dragged his tongue

across it faster and faster. Jenny screamed out loud and exploded covering his

face with hot juice and slumped forward as if she'd fainted.

The man climbed out from under her and raised his arms accepting the cheers of

the crowd as the first to climax the new girl as Miko and Chantelle dragged her

to her feet. They led her round once more almost having to pull her as she

staggered in a post orgasmic daze. Jenny slowly regained some semblance of

awareness as a10,000 yen note was raised and Jenny urgently asked Chantelle what

this one would do. She smiled like a shark and inserted a finger into Jenny's

mouth pushing it in and out. Jenny realised what she meant and tried to free

herself shaking her head frantically and trying to pull free. 'No, no' she

shouted until Chantelle released her and she raced back on stage and escaped

through the curtain.

Chapter Seven.

Suki ever so slowly edged her way out of the front door thankful that the two

Yakusa were being distracted by the show. She knew the club was due to close and

assuming Jenny hadn't gone and blown her cover she would just leave with the

rest of the staff and be non the wiser as to the danger she'd been in. She would

probably be pretty ticked off when she got back to the apartment but she might

just decide to report that she'd found out nothing rather than admit she'd been

playing the part of a stripper for the evening. Suki thought that was more

likely than the blonde accusing the Police of getting the job wrong and telling

her she'd been up there on the stage dressed as some sort odd exotic Super

heroine and being stripped naked by two other masked girls for the entertainment

of a load of horny drunken businessmen.

Inside the club Yamichi and his partner had been thinking hard. They were

convinced the cops had run a foreigner in to spy on them. If she was they

couldn't just eliminate her. It would only confirm the cops suspicions and

they'd probably go mad and bust the place wide open. They had to think of a way

of getting rid of her before she could find anything out about their operations

but in such a way that no suspicion fell on them.

Suddenly Yamichi said 'I've got an idea' smiling as wide as a alligator and just

as friendly. 'Here's what we do. We tell her that a very important client has

requested she do a private show for him. We offer her big money so she can't

refuse or she'd raise suspicion and break her cover'.

'What sort of show?' asked his partner frowning. 'The sort of show provided by

Mistress Natsumo of course. After that she won't trouble us again, the Police

will think twice before trying to sneak a spy in here again, we get paid a huge

fee, and one of our best customers gets the show of his big fat life.

It was agreed and while the partner went to fetch the mysterious woman Yamichi

went behind the bar and through to the corridor behind. Turning left he passed

the restroom and knocked respectfully on the dressing room door. Chantelle

opened it and on seeing him stepped back quickly to allow him to enter. Inside

Jenny had put on a robe and was just about to start getting ready to leave. The

tall Japanese man bowed slightly toward her and introduced himself. For the

first time he took off his glasses and Jenny saw he was a very handsome man if a

little mean looking around the eyes.

'Jenny-san' he began in very good English. 'You have done a wonderful job here

this evening but I find myself with a problem. A very important client has asked

especially for you to do a private show for him. I realise you must be tired but

I would be very grateful if you could fulfil this mans request. He puts a great

deal of business our way and I would not like to refuse him. Of course you would

be paid a great deal of money for this one performance as would the other girls'

he said nodding at Miko and Chantelle.

Jenny thought hard and fast. A great deal of business. This could be the drugs

man, this could be the guy doing the delivery. If I do the show and can contact

Suki straight after we might just catch them with the stuff on the premises and

they'd be cooked.

She looked at the tall stranger and asked 'What sort of show does your client

require?' 'He smiled broadly. 'He is a big fan of the Super heroine set so it

would be similar to the one you performed tonight. There will be an extra girl

helping but very similar'.

'OK I will do the show for you and your important client' she said. Yamichi

turned to the other girls and told them to go and prepare for the show. 'Miss

Natsumo will be joining you'. At the mention of the name Chantelle looked at him

with a little touch of fear in her eyes but quickly turned to leave as he stared

at her with a deadpan expression daring her to complain.

'Jenny-san. The set the client requires is the same as the one you just

performed but he likes a little more of everything. The girls will fight you and

strip you as before but the client likes some sex with his show so the girls

will pretend to make love quite forcefully to you once they have overpowered

you. Then he likes to finish off with some suffering and humiliation so again

the girls will pretend to hold you and beat you with specially prepared light

strap. Please remember to scream and shout as if you are in real agony to give

the customer a life like show even though we will know it's all pretend. In

these circumstances we find it prudent to have a safe word that you can use if

things get to intense for you. If you find the girls are being to rough just say

'Motto'. It means Stop'. Jenny repeated the word over and over memorising it.

Suki waited outside for forty minutes before she began to get worried. The club

had emptied of clientele and later some other staff had left but Jenny remained

inside. She watched the excited chattering customers boiling out of the front

door, more than one of them appearing to be mimicking weighing some sort of

giant melons in front of them. One of them had spotted her waiting and

approached her thinking in his erotic excitement she might be touting for

business. Her disdainful gaze was as effective as a bucket of ice cold water

straight in the crotch and he slunk away shamefaced mumbling an apology. Having

waited long enough she deciding to investigate and wandered down the road a

little to a small gap in the buildings. Scaling a gate she dropped down into a

dark alleyway. Further down she could see a window with light shining through

and a convenient dustbin allowed her to climb up close enough for her to hear

voices from within.

Yamichi was giving instructions to three purple clad girls. 'She's agreed to a

special show for the Fatman and she knows what to expect. I've told her to make

it look good so she'll beg and plead for mercy, scream and shout but don't worry

it'll just be for show. She knows the safe word so listen out for it. At the

start lay the sex on hard you know what the Fatman likes. After that finish it

off with the usual whipping. Just the pretend strap. OK. Off you go'.

Suki hearing this thought hard 'I've got to get reinforcements to get her out.

She's no idea what these Yakusa are capable of'. She hopped down silently and

raced back toward the gate. If only she'd stayed a few more seconds.

Inside Yamichi put his hand onto the shoulder of the new girl so she stopped

while the other two left the small room. Closing the door he said 'We don't want

this one to come back. Don't ask why just make sure she remembers her visit with

less than fondness. Do you understand'. The girl smiled coldly and nodded

silently.

Out in the main club area the Fatman who had molested Jenny earlier was seated

in a large comfortable chair. The girls were going to perform on the floor of

the club to give him a better unrestricted view. His face was a little flushed

as he waited. It had cost him 200,000 yen, over 1000 pounds but he'd never seen

a better looking Super heroine and he thought it money well spent.

The three girls in their purple lycra suits and face masks were waiting

patiently until Jenny appeared through the curtain. She strode across the stage

and down the steps then struck up her pose challenging them. The Fatman started

to sweat excitedly as the criminals circled her menacingly.

The fight began with each girl darting in and pretending to kick or punch the

heroine who reacted as if badly hurt as each blow landed. As before the purple

covered figure of Miko wrestled her until her arms were trapped then another

ripped the bra from her swinging breasts. She expected them to release her to

continue the fight but instead they dragged her over towards the fat man so he

had a clear view and then each seized one of her tits and began molesting her.

The girl holding her captive jerked back her blonde head and kissed her

obscenely mashing their lips together. 'Hey girls. It's only supposed to be

pretend' she though but they continued to maul her unmercifully. Kneading her

flesh and tweaking her nipples until they darkened and erected then used their

mouths to lick and suck on them. Miko released Jenny's lips and moved to suck

noisily on her exposed throat while she struggled and shrieked at the assault.

Gradually her shouts and writhing got weaker as they aroused her defenceless

body more and more.

Suddenly they all released her and sprang back. She stood there dazed her

mammaries red and swollen. One of the girls sprang forward and again threw a

punch to Jenny's midriff. She was unprepared as the blow landed and the breath

whooshed from her mouth and she collapsed to her knees. Behind her hands gripped

her panties and ripped them from her then all three girls leapt on her and bore

her to the ground.

The fat man leaned forward as they pinned Jenny down on her back. One girl held

her arms over her head and another took her ankles. The sweat from the Fatman's

brow could almost drop straight down onto the captive form. The mystery girl

slowly used the fingers on one hand to spread Jenny's pussy wide open so the fat

man could see the pink flesh inside then jammed two fingers deep into Jenny's

moist tunnel.

She moaned and writhed as the girl thrust her fingers into the tender skinned

tunnel pumping harder and harder. She wasn't gentle as she reamed the captive

vagina. Jenny shouted out 'Motto, Motto'. Natsumo looked up surprised then added

a third and fourth finger. Mistress Natsumo forced them as deep as she could

pumping her fingers faster and even more forcefully. The blondes pussy was moist

but not enough to allow her to go the whole way so she contented herself with

using her thumb to pinch the now red and erect clit until the gaijin writhed so

much the other two girls had to hang on to her for dear life.

Suki ran and ran as hard as she could back to the only place she thought she

might find some help, her parents apartment. Her brother and his friends should

be there and together they would try and rescue Jenny. She couldn't just go to

the Police. She'd got no proof of any wrong doing and the club was just

providing a private show for a client with girls who had consented to do the

show. She was out of breath after the ten minute run and panting hard when she

burst through the front door. The flat was quiet and her heart sank when it

seemed that no one was there then Gaiko emerged from his room to see what the

noise was all about. Suki demanded to know where everyone was and he told her

they'd gone to the bar but when they found Jenny wasn't there they'd gone

somewhere else, he didn't know where.

Ever since she'd first laid eyes on Jenny Chantelle had been determined to have

the blondes body for herself so now with her held and stimulated near to climax

she took her turn. They dragged her round so her head faced the Fatman and

Chantelle kneeling above her facing down her body lowered her pussy onto Jenny's

face. 'Suck bitch' she ordered but Jenny turned her head resisting. Chantelle

wasn't going to take no for an answer and raising her hand brought it down on

Jenny's unprotected pussy with a loud slap. She jerked and shrieked 'Motto.

Motto'. Chantelle paused uncertain then shrugging spanked Jenny's pussy again.

'Suck it bitch or I'll slap it silly like this' and gave it another meaty slap.

Jenny couldn't take any more and opened her mouth and did as the American wanted

sucking vigorously on the proffered pussy and probing it with her tongue. The

Fatman dribbled down his shirt as he watched the fantastic blonde service the

other girl who thrust her hips back and forth riding the thrusting tongue until

she screamed out and came spraying juices into the blondes mouth.

Satisfied she had suffered enough with this latest torment they dragged the

sweating girl to her knees while still holding her captive. The Fatman sat back,

unzipped his fly, and nodded to Natsumo.

They shoved Jenny forward forcing her to crawl and just as her head came to rest

on the man's thigh she raised her hooded eyes to stare straight at the column of

flesh sticking from his trousers. It was a respectable size but in relation to

the rest of his corpulent body looked quite small. To Jenny as it was an inch

from her nose it looked huge. Before she could react he grabbed a fistful of her

hair and rubbed his dick over her face. She groaned and grimaced until he jerked

her head back and as her mouth shot open jammed himself into her. Effectively

gagged she could only moan and groan as he used her hot wet mouth repeatedly

pushing her head down then dragging it back up. She gagged as he hit the back of

her throat forcing her down farther each time until with an obscene groan he

poured his hot milky seed into her.

'Damn' swore Suki. As she thought she absently told Gaiko Jenny was in trouble

and she would need help to rescue her. There's no one else It'll just have to be

you and me' he said. Suki stared at him amazed. She knew Jenny and Gaiko had

been getting on well. She'd helped him with his English speaking and they spent

time chatting about things but if someone had told her their conversation had

been about how to apply make-up she wouldn't have been surprised.

'Don't be stupid' she spat coldly, insultingly. 'What could you do? Looks like

I'll just have to do it myself' and turning raced out of the apartment. Gaiko's

anger and embarrassment turned his face red as he watched her go.

Back in the club Jenny slumped to the floor coughing trying to spit out the

taste from her mouth. The Fatman zipped himself up then nodded once more to

Natsumo.

The girls grabbed the shocked blonde once more and forced her struggling body

face down flat on the floor.

On a side table Natsumo perused a number of items all meant to deliver pain. Her

fingers traced over each one as the blonde writhed in the grip of the two other

girls. This was mostly for the Fatman's benefit to heighten the tension but she

already knew which one she was going to choose. Passing over a light strap she

picked up a heavy three inch wide leather belt and snapped it between her hands

with a loud crack. Jenny heard the slapping noise and looked round. Seeing the

girl with the belt she renewed her struggling shouting and screaming, begging

for mercy. Chantelle thought 'Jeez this babes a great actress as well. If I

didn't know better I'd think see was in mortal terror'.

Jenny's legs kicked frantically as she fought. Each girl gripped her arms hard.

One hand at the wrist the other pressing down on her shoulder pressing her face

into the carpet.

Natsumo sauntered over and stared down at the naked writhing body. Not many

questions occurred to her about the clients who used her services but one

thought came to her now. 'I don't know what you did girl to upset Yamichi-san

but he's a bad man to cross as you're about to find out'. She stepped across the

blondes kicking legs and flopped down kneeling either side trapping them under

her. From this position she looked straight up the white wriggling body. Miko

swept aside Jenny's hair baring her long slender back. Reaching forward Natsumo

stroked a hand across the plump butt cheeks gently kneading the flesh, testing

it for resilience. Satisfied she raised the belt high. The Fatman's cheeks

flushed and the sweat plastered his shirt to his wide corpulent back. His heart

beat rose dangerously high and Saliva dibbled down his chin as the belt swept

down swishing like an angry hornet.

Suki raced back to the club in record time almost as if her life depended on it.

Like Jenny's life depended on it. Through the streets, dodging late revellers

until she stood once more in the dingy corridor. Stopping she waited trying to

calm her stentorious breathing. She couldn't sneak in to the club while gasping

like a wounded buffalo. Within a minute she felt as if she was ready to begin

and stealthily cracked open the club's door. Most of the main area was in

darkness with just a small pool of light near the stage. She quickly took stock

of the situation, noting everyone's position, which way they were facing, who

was the most dangerous and therefore the one to be taken out first. The Fatman

could be discounted and she didn't think the purple masked girls would interfere

either, no profit in it for them so that just left the two Yakusa.

They flanked the Fatman as he watched what was going on on the floor in front of

him. Suki couldn't see what he was looking at. The tables and chairs hid the

action. She decided to sneak around the edge of the bar area low down between

the tables as far as she could in the darkened parts until she could attack

Yamichi's partner. She'd picked him as her first target as his reputation marked

him as the most likely to be armed and moreover the most likely to react fast

meeting violence with violence. She was confident that with the element of

surprise and her training she could take them out before anyone got hurt.

Sinking down she began to crawl forward going under tables when she could,

trying to avoid knocking into the furniture or giving them any warning of her

approach until it was to late. She had to go slow and it was made doubly hard by

the sounds she couldn't avoid hearing. Meaty whacks usually followed by agonised

whimpers or the occasional pleading 'Motto'.

It took her nearly three minutes to manoeuvre herself into position all the time

the whacking sounds came like a metronome but the whimpering and pleading

gradually faded. 'Hold on Jenny. I'm coming' she silently screamed to herself.

Suddenly she erupted from the side of the stage toward the nearest Yakusa. Just

as she thought he was fast and started to rise from his chair almost

immediately. No hesitation. No shocked gaping open mouth he started to position

himself to meet her charge. He was just a little too slow. Suki took three quick

gliding steps and planting her left foot brought her right swinging round in a

beautiful high arc until her foot slipped just under his chin and stove in his

windpipe. The Yakusa dropped grasping his throat making no sound. His smashed

larynx and ruptured trachea stopped air from entering or leaving his body. He

lay twitching unable to breath, unable to scream.

The power of her assault had thrown Suki off balance and as she rose she

realised with a sick feeling that Yamichi was just as quick and deadly as his

partner and had reacted just as fast. He'd risen and reached into his coat. The

gun was already nearly clear enough to allow him to bring it to bear on her. The

black hole of the automatic swung round and she stared down the barrel. A noise

caught the gangsters attention as a second dark figure rose at his side.

Frantically he started to swing the gun round to meet the closer danger but

before he could bring it to bare Gaiko threw himself forward. The uncoordinated

gangly youth wasn't trained, knew no martial art's couldn't kill a man or

disable him. All he could do was try to distract him and allow Suki that extra

second to recover. The Yakusa's arm swung fast and the gun thundered as he

fired. The bullet zipped past Gaiko's cheek missing him by less than an inch and

his momentum carried him forward. He flailed at the gangsters gun arm managing

somehow to knock the pistol loose sending it clattering away into the darkness.

A massive hand swung up and smacked into the back of his head adding to his

momentum sending him crashing into the side of the stage.

Quick as a flash the Yakusa turned to meet Suki's onslaught. She seemed to be

intending to use the same move on him as his partner as she glided forward

planted her left and swung her right again. He raised his hands to protect his

head and throat from her swinging foot but at the last second realised his

mistake as it came in low not high and smashed into the side of his knee. The

joint jerked sideways dislocating with a snap of overstretched tendons and he

fell screaming clutching his leg.

Suki regained her balance in a second and drew back both her hands clasping them

behind her shoulder. She looked down at the bowed head of this predator, this

parasite and with every hate filled scintilla of power she could muster brought

them down smashing into his skull just behind the ear. The double snap echoed

though the empty club and the Yakusa slumped, his head at entirely the wrong

angle.

Suki grimaced. In her blind fury she'd ignored one of the first rules of unarmed

combat. At training school they always said never strike at an opponents head

with bare fists. The first loud snap had been the gangsters neck breaking. The

blow knocked him unconscious but it was the snapping of his vertebrae and the

severing of the spinal cord which stopped his heart as the brains instructions

to continue beating were interrupted, terminally. The skull is a hard case of

bone and bone against bone is just as likely to hurt you as much as your

opponent. The second snapping sound had been Suki's little fingers that had

taken the full force of the blow when she'd smashed her interlocked fists into

the Yakusa's head. She knelt her hands held out both little fingers bent at a

very odd angle.

Movement registered in the corner of her eye. The attack had been so sudden that

the purple clad girls were only just reacting. All three of them leapt up and

raced towards the front of the club to escape. Suki watched them with dull eyes.

Gaiko shook his head to clear it and slowly got to his feet. He saw Suki was OK

and turned toward Jenny. She lay on her side on the floor curled up in the

foetal position moaning quietly. Gaiko knelt beside her and reached out touching

her arm. She flinched and shrank back her eyes wide with fear her whole body

trembling. 'Motto. Motto' she whimpered.

'Jenny-san' he said softly. 'It's me Gaiko. You're safe now. Suki's here. You're

safe'. She gave a great sob and shrank back down flinching once more as Gaiko

gathered her in his arms. She sobbed quietly into the crook of his neck and

shoulder her tears wetting his shirt. His hand felt strange on her back and he

gasped as he lifted it to see three thin parallel lines of blood across his

fingers. 'Oh Jenny-san' he said quietly gently rocking the sobbing girl.

Suddenly she began to tremble alarmingly almost as if succumbing to an epileptic

fit. 'Suki!' shouted Gaiko 'Help me. Something's wrong'. Suki looked up. Quick.

Go and find some clothes, anything to keep her warm. The trembling is shock.

Find dresses, coats anything. He leapt onto the stage and ran through the

backstage curtain while Suki fetched a glass of Sake ignoring the pain in her

fingers in her haste.

Cradling Jenny's head she coaxed her to sip the Sake. As Jenny drank she looked

at her back. She blanched white as a sheet then came to her senses and screamed.

'Gaiko. Hurry up'.

Gaiko found the dressing room and looked round frantically. The rack was no

good. Suki would probably break his neck as well if he returned with a skimpy

latex nurse costume. He looked round more and spotted some towelling robes the

girls wore between sets hanging on the back of the door so he grabbed them and

ran back as fast as he could.

'Bring them here then get a taxi. Go on fast as you can now' said Suki. The lad

handed over the robes and raced off glad to have something to take the scene

from his mind. Anger was building in him but now there was no one left to kill.

He just needed something to keep him busy. Anything to stop him bursting into

tears himself.

They got Jenny back to her parents apartment as fast as they could. Luckily

they'd brought a supply of Professor Q's numbing, healing cream which was now a

normal part of an agents travelling kit. With her broken fingers it fell to

Gaiko to treat Jenny. After cleaning her back with warm water he applied the

healing balm. At first she struggled as he massaged the cream in as gently as he

could. As the numbing took effect it became easier and Jenny just lay there on

her front, unmoving, eyes staring. He performed the task mechanically no thought

of anything erotic crossed his mind at her nakedness

Chapter Eight.

In the following days Jenny said hardly a word. She lay in bed in the apartment

staring at the ceiling with sightless eyes. They couldn't take her to Hospital.

Suki had killed two men and they hadn't actually done much that was illegal.

Actual bodily harm maybe but not enough to condone their deaths so they treated

Jenny themselves. Suki had immediately sent a message to London requesting more

healing cream and it arrived the next day in the Embassies diplomatic bag so

Jenny wouldn't feel anymore pain. Not the physical kind anyway.

The same couldn't be said for Suki herself. Her fingers had been bandaged but

she wanted to feel the pain. She felt she deserved the pain. Jenny's injuries

were her fault. She'd set up the juvenile plot and although she couldn't have

imagined the way it would turn out she could only blame herself. Tears welled up

filling her eyes as she thought of the trick they'd played on her friend. She

wished to every Japanese God she could think of for the Yakusa and the Fatman to

be still alive so she could kill them again and again. Jenny had been mumbling

'Motto' over and over. She had been told it meant 'Stop'. Suki clenched her

fists until the pain washing through her caused her to cry out. In Japanese

'Motto' didn't mean 'Stop'. It meant 'More'.

On the first night Suki had risen twice to quiet her friend when the nightmares

came until she remained with her and cradled her shaking body until exhaustion

claimed her once again.

She was becoming more worried. Jenny was healing well but the psychological

damage was immense. This young girl had been brutalised while the men had looked

on revelling in the sight as she pleaded with them, begged for mercy. It wasn't

until they were about to leave the club that Suki had felt the prickling

sensation between her shoulder blades as if someone was watching her. Turning

slowly she saw that the Fatman was still sitting in his chair silently regarding

them with staring eyes. Warily she approached him noting his flushed face and

sweat stained shirt. Maybe the racing heart had finally given out on him as he

watched the leather belt slashing down time and again. Then she spotted the tiny

hole in his left temple and thin drip of now dried blood that had trickled down

the side of his face. The bullet fired at Gaiko by Yamichi's gun had found a

mark. Just not the one it had been intended for. The slender soft tipped shell

had penetrated the bone and spreading continued on at 400 feet per second

ripping, tearing, shredding the marshmallow brain within until it smashed

against the inside of the skull on the other side exiting in a welter of blood

and gore creating a four inch wide hole.

Epilogue.

Nearly two weeks later the two MI6 agents were seated in the airliner taking

then back home. Jenny was mostly recovered from her ordeal. The bruises had

turned a light yellow now and wouldn't last more than a few days and the scabs

and livid red stripes on her back had faded after a course of Professor Q's

healing cream.

Jenny sat quietly musing over the eventful trip while Suki kept up a gentle

monotone of conversation. Eventually she got around to Gaiko. 'They're still

worried about him you know. I think father will have to have a man to man talk

with him very soon. At least I hope it's man to man'.

Jenny's thoughts immediately turned back to her last night in the apartment. She

had been lying awake trying to think of some way to thank Suki's family for all

their kindness. Suki's mother had clucked over her like a mother hen and cared

for her while she spent two days in bed unable or unwilling to get up to face

the world again. Gaiko had also sat with her talking gently to her about his

life, about school, about nothing at all, sometimes in Japanese, sometimes in

halting English, holding her hand, trying to raise her spirits as she stared

into space. When she finally emerged from the long dark tunnel she'd agreed to

help him with his English homework and they'd spent a few hours each day until

he'd greatly improved his language and writing skills. Suki seemed to think he

might now pass his all important exams which was something else that had been

worrying the family.

'A small gift?' she'd thought but how could that convey her appreciation.

Suddenly an inkling of a thought entered her head. There was something she could

do. It would certainly help Suki's parents and probably help Gaiko and it might

even help her as well.

Silently she slid out of bed trying not to wake Suki and donning her robe padded

along the landing to stand outside Gaiko's room. She quietly eased back the door

and slipped inside. Standing above him she gazed at his young innocent face as

he slept peacefully. Lowering herself to sit on the side of his bed she quickly

put a finger to his lips as he stirred. His eyes flew open but alarm quickly

turned to recognition and then to curiosity as he realised it was Jenny sitting

beside him.

Eventually when she had recovered sufficiently and returned from the dark place

in her mind Suki had told her what had happened in the club. How she'd killed

the Yakusa and how Gaiko had risked his life to save his sister and her English

friend. What sort of a gift could say 'Thanks for saving my life'. He'd changed

her life now she hoped to change his.

Her finger remained on his lips until she was sure he would stay silent and not

blurt out a question. Slowly she opened her robe and lowered it from her

shoulders revealing her nakedness. The white's of Gaiko eyes showed up even in

the dim light as he stared wondrously at her alabaster flesh. A tingle began to

build in Jenny's stomach as she felt his gaze on her. She reached for the young

boys hand and raised it to her lips kissing each of his finger tips then lowered

it to rest on the slope of her breast. Gaiko's hand trembled as he felt the soft

warm curve resting under his palm. He looked up at Jenny's face and she smiled

at him encouragingly then drew in her breath as he stroked his thumb across her

nipple.

Gaiko stared at her as she reacted to his touch on her body. He realised the

pleasure he could give this vision of loveliness who had appeared by his side

just like she had in his dreams and teased her prominent peak even more until

she moaned involuntarily.

Jenny stood. The robe dropped to pool around her ankles then lifting the bed

clothes she climbed in beside him. Over the next hour she showed him where to

touch her, all the secret places, how to be gentle and sometimes not so gentle.

She took him on a tour around her body teaching him where to use his finger tips

and where to use his tongue. He stroked her behind the ear and caressed the nape

of her neck and back of her knees. Sucked her fingers and toes as well as the

more obvious peaks and troughs.

She taught him how to kiss. Softly at first then with building passion until

first her tongue invaded his mouth and then his probed gently into hers. The

first time he moved above her he lasted less than thirty seconds. The second

time no more than two minutes and she had to cover his mouth to stop the whole

apartment hearing his exaltation but with the stamina of youth the third time it

was he who had to hold his hand over her mouth as she rose up in orgasmic bliss

as they climaxed as one. In one night the effete boy passed into masculine

manhood.

Gaiko slept, his head resting on her breast giving him the softest pillow in the

world while Jenny stared into the darkness with sightless eyes. She was sure he

would remember her just like all men remembered their first time. No doubt she'd

given him the greatest pleasure but he'd also renewed in her the need for

another's body close to hers. She'd been afraid her experience would have dimmed

her desires but the gentleness then urgency of the young lad had filled her with

renewed hope. She had taken a confused boy and directed him down the path to

masculinity while he had restored her faith and confidence. A fair trade.

She slept for a few hours then in the dawning light gently eased Gaiko's hand

from her breast and slipped back to her own room.

Coming out of her reverie Jenny turned to Suki and over the noise of the jet's

engines told her 'You can tell your Father not to worry. I have a feeling Gaiko

will be everything he hoped for from now on'.

A smile lit up her face then she closed her eyes to sleep the sleep of the

righteous. The sleep of the good. But most of all the sleep of the very well

shagged.

Suki looked back at her friend. She was pleased to see the radiant smile again.

The first since the incident. She'd noticed a change in her friend that morning.

Even though Jenny's injuries had mostly healed the haunted look could still be

seen in her eyes. That was until today. Now she looked more at peace with the

world. She couldn't think what had changed. Maybe it was going back home and

away from Japan and the associations it held. Whatever it was something had

happened overnight to restore her friend. The serenity had returned to her and

Suki thought it would all be all right again. Oddly, she'd also noted a change

in Gaiko. He seemed taller somehow, less nervous and gawky. She'd been talking

to him in the departure lounge when his eyes had wandered to intently study the

swaying figure of a pretty young stewardess who had walked past. 'Could there be

a connection' she thought then chided herself for being so stupid. 'How could

there be'.

The family had done everything they could to help the blonde English woman. Suki

particularly made sure that she'd seen a small news report on the TV one

evening. It showed a woman being wheeled from a building in downtown Tokyo and

into the back of an ambulance. Apparently one of her customers, a slim Japanese

woman, had gone mad and turned the tables on her giving her a taste of the

services she provided for fetish minded men and women. Jenny had watched but

only a slight narrowing of the eyes betrayed any interest she felt. The Police

treated it as a minor incident. They had more important things to deal with not

least of which was the sudden outbreak of inter clan reprisals between the

Yakusa families precipitated by the execution of two of their number in

mysterious circumstances. If they couldn't put a stop to it soon there was a

chance they'd run out of the detested criminals.

The young Doctor on A&E duty that night had grimaced and tutted in dismay when

the Japanese woman had been brought in. Her back was severely lacerated possibly

by a cane or whip. He was glad she was sedated as he cleaned the seeping blood

away. He looked at her back puzzled. 'No' he thought 'That's too ridiculous' and

applied a dressing. Although if you looked at just the right angle he would have

sworn you could just make out a word hidden amongst the marks. He dismissed it.

'Didn't make any sense anyway. What sort of a word was OLLOW'.

The End

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