Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Keiko Conspiracy ❯ File 003 ( Chapter 3 )

THE KEIKO
CONSPIRACY:
FILE 003

By Hardcover

It was late afternoon, the sun was shining, people moved here and there coming and going with their business. People stopped to patron shops, buy food to fill their bellies or simply chatted about the day’s events. Couples chatted playfully, families dined together and laughed; friends hung out and exchanged stories all down the usual stretch of road, the main district in town where everyone sooner or later spent some time. Everyone was doing something; everyone was engaged in some kind of activity.

And I was following a dead man.

I slipped easily between the throngs of people, keeping an eye on my target up ahead, and making sure to be as natural and unassuming as possible; making sure that he didn’t suspect he was being followed. I had a slight advantage now in that respect, as not too many people would think to suspect a pretty eighteen year old girl in a school uniform. Of course, they had no idea that I was really Tako Mitzuhara, an experienced intelligence operative, some how and inexplicably transformed into Keiko Yamato, school girl. Yet, that was the case, and I was having to learn how to live in the body of a teenage girl.

It wasn’t easy, I had just developed my first school girl crush on my classmate Makoto, and I was still getting used to the idea. But it was impossible to deny how I felt about him. We’d just exchanged phone numbers and the simple act of doing that had made my heart do a complete pitter patter. I had it bad for him, that was the short and long of it. Damn this eighteen year old body and its silly school girl emotions.

A shook my head and tried to focus on what I was doing: Following a man who was supposed to be dead; a man who used to be my old friend Bruce Anderson.

The Path Of The Dead Guy

Bruce Anderson had been a top notch operative for the American CIA, a fact that usually confounded people when confronted by his laid back, easy going manner. But that was pretty much deliberate; Bruce was one of the best there was. I had worked with him several times during international operations, and we became fast friends. Bruce was a man in his late thirties, with brushed back black hair that was streaked with a little grey and a large pointed chin that was unmistakable. I had known Bruce for many years, and had been his friend for most of them.

All that had ended when terrorists flew a plane into the pentagon on September 11th 2001, killing many including Bruce.

So how the hell could he be here? However it was, I needed to find out. I skipped down the street, looking playful and nonchalant while I kept my eyes on Bruce. I was positively surreal, so see someone whose funeral I had attended strolling down the street like that. He stopped to look at a few things as he went, and I followed, hot on his trail.

He stopped for a second at a huge billboard reading “Re elect Mayor Shiro” with a huge picture of the Mayor of Moriyama on it, grinning his usual shit eating politician grin. He shook his head and moved on.

At one point, he stopped for a bite to eat at a small café. I slipped into one adjacent from him and kept my eye on him. It was the same old Bruce, looking around and noticing everything. He was dressed casual, at least casual if you lived in (which Bruce, incidentally, did not. He lived in in a loose fitting Hawaiian shirt and blue jean shorts. I kept my cool and hoped he wouldn’t recognize me from the park. Even if he did, I wasn’t sure if he’d find Keiko suspicious or not, but spies are trained to regard everyone as distrustful, so I kept my distance as he moved, keeping a few people between myself and him.

There was certain advantage to the fact that he couldn’t possibly recognize me like this at all. There was nothing of Mizuhara Tako left in my appearance. As far as my looks went, I was all Yamato Keiko. I slipped after him warily, until finally he went into a large electronics store. As I got closer I looked up the sign and raised an eyebrow:

It read “Bruce’s Electronic Depot”.

For some reason, it seemed Bruce Anderson, dead CIA agent, owned an electronics shop in Moriyama. I wondered if it could be a front for something, maybe some sort of CIA operation. Oh, god, let it be a CIA operation, something I recognize in this loony new life I had woken up in.

Well, at least I didn’t have to come up with any elaborate excuses for why I would be going into this place. It was, after all, an electronics store, and all I had to do was walk in and look around.

Bruce’s Electronic Depot

I pushed open the doors and heard the familiar chime as I entered the store. I looked around inside. The store had a wide sales floor, separated into several sections of merchandise. I could see big screen HDTVs, DVD and Blu Ray players, Computers; the place was like a Best Buy with no household appliances, if slightly smaller. I walked into the store and slipped over to the MP3 player section, browsing the section while keeping an eye on Bruce.

I noticed something going on: One of the girls who worked for him came over and told him something. He instantly got very upset and agitated, quickly running into his office. I moved closer to the front counter, hoping I could hear something of what was being said. Unfortunately, the sounds were too muffled, and I couldn’t make them out. I did see as the girl was leaving his office, that he was having some kind of heated discussion on the phone. Very heated, and very frantic; whoever he was talking to, it was about something important.

I looked around; the place seemed big but was sparsely populated with customers. I wondered how he could stay in business. The whole set up reeked of a front for something else. The question was what? What could Bruce be up too? Hell, what could he be up to at all, being dead and stuff? I scratched my head through my long black hair and wondered. There were so many unanswered questions about my new life, so many things I didn’t know.

Still, the thought was constantly present that, given the chance, I might not go back to my old one. Just thinking of it gave me the willies: I’d been down on my luck; disseminated, abandoned by the country I’d served for so long. Slowly dissolving my liver with alcohol, dealing with every lowlife and scum sucking pig in the world; it didn’t take a genius to notice that a lot of my life was better as Keiko. It may seem absurd; a middle age man contemplating living out the rest of his life as an eighteen year old girl, but if you’d lived my life before, well, you’d understand.

My ears perked up as I noticed a young man in his twenties glancing over at me. At first I thought he might be plain clothes security, making sure I wasn’t shop lifting. After a second, I blushed when I suddenly realized why he was looking at me.

He was checking me out.

My heart beat a little faster and I got that now familiar thrill that I got from knowing a guy was interested in me. He was looking at cell phones but I could tell he was watching me. The exhibitionist part of me was rearing its head again. I tried the fight down the impulses, but I knew by now that I was fighting a loosing battle. I was too much of a flirt and too much of a slut now to act any different. With a bit of a smile, I lightheartedly gave in.

I coyly leaned over the counter, pretending to look at an IPod, and let my skirt ride up a bit. I was sure my panties were peeking out just a little bit. I glanced over at him and saw his eyes lighting up, a slight smile on his face. I was instantly excited, my face flushing a little and feeling warm. I loved his eyes on me, the way he undressed me with just his imagination. My breathing deepened, I wanted more.

With one hand, a discreetly undid one button, just at my cleavage. When I was sure he was looking at me, and shifted my body so the material separated, giving him a glance at the naked tops of my breast.

I ‘accidentally’ dropped my cell phone and bent down to pick up. As I did so, I let my legs open and gave the mysterious patron a good look up my skirt and at my panties. He took the look that I gave him, his eyes running between my legs lovingly. I had a sudden urge to pull my panties aside and give him a quick flash of my pussy. Believe me, I really thought I was gonna do it.

And then, my phone rang.

I yelped, surprised by the unexpected ring, and stood up right away, flipping the top open. I was excited; it could be Makoto calling me, now that he had my number. Giddy expectations welled up in me as I looked at the screen, only to be dashed against the rocks as I saw who was calling me.

It was The Mansion, the town brothel were I worked, along with many of my classmates, as a prostitute. Yeah, as fucked up as it sounds, I was a teenage barely legal hooker. But I sure as hell made a lot of money doing it; my personal bank account was astonishing. I hadn’t actually been to the mansion yet, but I had made one house call with my friend Michiko-chan. I knew that The Mansion would sooner a later call me for a specific client, but I had been dreading that call.

I answered the call, “Moshi moshi?”

An older woman’s voice answered on the other end, “Keiko-chan, we have an important job for you. I’m texting you the details.”

I sighed, if I skipped out on the job it would look suspicious, and I was trying to blend in as if nothing was wrong until I knew more about what had happened to me. Investigating Bruce would have to wait; at least now I knew where he worked. I hastily left the shop and pulled up the text as soon as I got it.

Finding The Warehouse

I seemed like a strange job as soon as I read the details. It wasn’t being held at The Mansion, but rather in a warehouse on the other side of town. I had two hours to get to the gig; my outfit and make up would be provided there. I stopped at one of the Café’s and pulled the map of Moriyama out of my purse, comparing it to the Google directions on my cell phone, just to sure.

I frowned, looking at the map: Why hadn’t I noticed that before? As I ran my eyes around the corner of the map, I found that only Moriyama was featured on it. On most maps, a little bit of the surrounding cities were always shown after the borders, but not here. As I looked a little bit closer, I made a startling realization: There were absolutely no roads leading out of or into Moriyama; all the roads that reached the end curved away, leading back into the city, and those that didn’t dead ended at the border. The freeways all ran only within Moriyama, and not a single one of them crossed over into any neighboring towns.

I bit my lip looking over the map with a renewed puzzlement. There were also no airports or train stations anywhere in town, and no ports. It seemed, at least according to this map, like there was no regular way in or out of the city.

This was damn peculiar. How could there be no way in or out? TV showed other cities and other places, movies took place there. Food and goods were delivered to stores; they had to come into the city somehow? A gnawing bit of fear lurked in my stomach; were we trapped in this city? Were we all some kind of prisoners? I ran my fingers through my hair, contemplating this. Hell, for all I knew, we were all dead and this was some kind of purgatory. It might explain Bruce-san’s presence, at the very least. Damn, a girl could go crazy thinking about this.

I got up and turned down the street, following the directions towards the warehouse. As I kept walking, keeping a brisk pace, I kept an eye out around, looking for anything unusual. So far, nothing else. It all seemed an ordinary day in an ordinary Japanese town. I kept walking and turned down a wide street. As I kept going, I heard the sound of some music. Up ahead I could see a wide truck going down the street.

It was your typical billboard on wheels, a political campaign underway to re elect Mayor Shiro, who as far as I was aware, had been mayor of Moriyama for the last twenty years. Nobody ever paid much attention to his opponents, as far as I knew the main financier behind his campaigns was some reclusive billionaire named Mister Kuroi that nobody had ever seen.

As I watched it go by I thought about the two to of them. Who was this mysterious Mister Kuroi? Could he have some connection to what was going on around here? You never saw Kuroi at all, but you certainly saw Mayor Shiro all the time, there were more pictures of him around then there used to be of the Iatola Komani in Pretty much, Mayor Shiro was around at every function of any importance.

I continued down the road, checking my watch. There was still plenty of time before I had to be at the event. I kept going, trying to take in as much of my surroundings as possible. As I passed a wide alley, I was suddenly surprised by a figure lurching out of the darkness at me. My hand went to the hidden compartment in my purse, reaching for my Berretta until I saw what it was.

A homeless woman, with graying hair and multiple age lines, staggered out of the ally. She was clearly mentally ill, her crazed eyes darting back and forth as she approached me with her arms spread wide. She wore dirty red stretch pants and a tattered jean jacket that was at least three sizes too big. As she moved her dry chapped lips, I could see that several of her yellowed teeth were missing. She had to be at least in her seventies, but she may have been much younger, and just aged by her hard life.

Her lips quivered as she reached out to me, I backed up apprehensively, not sure what the crazy old lady was going to do.

She spoke in a voice cracked by cigarettes and alcohol, “Why? Why?”

“What do you want?” I demanded.

She grabbed my by my shoulders. In a second, the gun was out and I pointed it right over her heart. If she noticed it, she gave no indication of it. I didn’t shoot, as her grip was not strong. She didn’t seem to be attacking me, only trying to say something to me. I wondered what could have done this, what could have turned this woman’s life so miserable. Once, she had been a young girl like me, how had this gone so wrong for her.

“Why?” She asked me again, “Why?”

“I don’t know what you want.” I told her.

“Why did you betray your country?” She asked me in horse whisper.

My blood froze, my heart skipped a beat. I tried to tell myself that she was crazy, that she didn’t know what I had been accused of, but the question chilled me. She stared into my face; her blood shot eyes wide and wild.

She shook my shoulders, “Why did you do it? Why did you betray your country?”

I shoved her back, breaking her grip, my breath coming out in heaves. My emotions were igniting all at once from what she said. Again, I tried to tell myself that it was all my head, that she was nuts and that she probably said that to everyone who passed by, but I could not shake the chilling eeriness of it.

She pointed an accusing finger at me, “Because of you . . . because of you . . .”

And then, her expression changed, her eyes shifted and she looked behind me and up. She dropped her hand and began to back up frightfully. Her lips trembled and she eyed whatever she was looking at with fear. She shook her head rapidly back and forth as she continued to retreat into the ally.

I risked a glance behind me at what she was looking at, and I gasped. Across the street on top of one of the buildings, I saw a white clad form quickly disappear behind one of the AC units. I could swear it looked like one of the same white robed figures form before. I caught only glimpse of it, on all fours, and it vanished from sight.

I looked back at the old woman; she had her face in her hands as she backed away. She sobbed softly, mumbling to herself.

“No!” She cried, “No! I said nothing! I said nothing!”

She turned and fled back down the alley way. I stared after her, my gun still clutched in my hand. As she ran, I noticed a peculiar trick of the light, it seemed almost as though some of the shadows moved and followed her down the path as she fled. I shook my head but the motion remained, the dark patches of shadow seemed to follow the terrified homeless woman as she ran.

As I watched her go, my heart thumped in my chest. It was impossible for her to know who I really was, but something in the way she’d said it made me feel like she did. And for some reason, the thought scared me to no end.

After a time, I put my gun back, and continued towards the warehouse.

The Warehouse Job

Once I got to the ware house and was ushered in through a back door, I found out what the gig was all about. Right as I came in I spied Michiko, who waved me over as I entered. I felt a warm flood of affection as I saw her, my good friend, Michiko-chan. Technically I’d only known her for two days, but something about her felt like I had known her all my life.

“Konicchi wa, Michiko-chan.” I said as I came over.

“Konnichi wa, Keiko-chan.” Michiko said and hugged me, before explaining what she knew of the job.

It turned out; we were to be part of an auction. The Mansion had laid their hands on several pricy sports cars, and the girls were supposed come out with each one and do a strip act. Once the act was complete, the bidding would begin. The winner not only took home the car, but got an hour in a private room with the girl who presented it for whatever they wanted.

A small stage was set up with ramps for the car displays and office dividers separated the rooms. The stage even had a brass stripper pole for our use. Not surprisingly, I was completely nervous about this. As Tako, I had been to plenty of strip bars, but I didn’t know if I could actually take my clothes off in front of all of those people as Keiko. Then again, I seemed to be a bit of an exhibitionist, but could I do it well enough to avoid suspicion.

Even as I thought this, I began to get excited and a little wet at the prospect.

Michicko grabbed me and took me behind a large curtain that was set up. Inside, was a wide dressing room, with a large troupe of girls all between ages eighteen and twenty milling about and talking before they were given their jobs. Most were in school uniforms, I noticed. As I looked around; I saw several familiar faces from my school; including two that completely surprised me.

Michicko waved her hand at them, “Chiharu-chan! Ashley-chan!”

My two school mates ran over to us with the usual squeals and greetings. Chiharu took our picture. It was a little surprising, as they had never mentioned anything about being hookers with as well while we were at school, but I supposed they were just keeping it secret. All three of my friends seemed really enthusiastic about this new show. We chatted good naturedly, as usually I was finding the company pleasant and pleasing, the kind of simple joy I had never been able to have in my old life. A simple feeling, of the “warm fuzzy” kind I’d heard described settled over me. It really was the simple things in life you treasure.

We were interrupted as the Mansion’s leading figure, Madame Niiro-san appeared, clapping her hands and getting our attention. I hadn’t seen her before but I knew who she was from Keiko’s diaries: Niiro-sama not only ran The Mansion, but ran all the prostitution in Moriyama, apparently having a monopoly on the business. My mouth dropped open when I saw her for the first time; it was someone else that I knew from before. She was dressed differently, but I was quite sure this was the same older woman I had seen with Yasuhiro Koname outside the apartment complex, just before being drugged and waking up as Keiko.

She was dressed in a long black cocktail dress standing in high heeled shoes and wearing black velvet gloves that ran all the way to her elbows. She wore an elaborate diamond necklace and multiple rings on her fingers. Her hair was now wavy and curled at the bottoms as opposed to being strait like before, but here was no mistaking her distinct Thai features: It was the same woman I had seen in with Koname; Koname who bore an unmistakable resemblance to Michiko.

“Okay, okay, may I have your attention girls?” Niiro-sama called, “As you know, this is a very big event. I’m sorry for the last minute notification, but we had this opportunity and we took it. Here is how this will go. Each of you will be given an outfit and assigned to a car. When each car is brought out, you will come up on stage with it and do a strip act for them for two songs. No burlesques or tease shit, you need to be completely naked by your second song.

“The customers will bid on the car as you dance. The winning bidder will take the car, and then get an hour with you in a private room that has been set up, where you will service him or her in whatever way they want.

“I expect good performances form all of you, and make sure you serve your winner well, we want them to come back the next time we do something like this. Always remember to please the customer, you are providing a public service.”

She clapped her hands again and some large burly guys who I’m sure also functioned as bouncers came forward and began handing out our outfits. I took mine walked over to an area where a large line of shelves for our clothes was set up. Taking a place near Michiko, I started to get undressed.

I pulled off my top and folded it up neatly, placing it on the shelf, dropping my skirt next and then pulling off my shoes and socks. Undoing my bra in the back, I slipped it off letting my pert breasts fall out. I was completely bare chested, my nipples exposed. I gripped my panties by the sides and slipped them down, taking them all the way and placing them on the shelf. As soon as I was naked, I heard the click of a digital camera and turned to see an equally nude Chihiru snapping a picture of me, as always.

“Hey!” I said, “Don’t do that!”

“Why not? You’re pretty when you’re naked.” Chihiru chirped happily.

I put my hands on my hips, “At least wait till I’m posing.”

Actually, I was suddenly finding it quite the turn on to be photographed naked. A giddy little naughty thrill was running through me as I struck a pose, and Chihiru took another picture of me. Michiko came up behind me and put an arm around me, striking some poses herself.

“Awe common, I looks just as good as Keiko-chan, don’t you think?” She giggled playfully.

Ashley hopped up and joined us as Chihiru, shutterbug that she was, snapped pic after pic of her friends au natural until we decided we needed to get ready. More of those huge guys came around, eyeing us rather intently not unreasonably (hey, they were in a room full of naked girls) and handed out our outfits. They were all basically racing girl outfits, the kind of thing you’d see models wearing at speedways all over the world, tying in with the car theme.

I put mine on; it consisted of a pair of tight black hot pants with checkered flag stripes on both sides and a red tight short sleeve half top with matching stripes along the sleeves and at the bottom leaving my midriff bare. There were also high black leather boots. Since we were all pretty young girls, we filled these out the way they girls at the actual races did, maybe not quite as glamorous, but I’m sure we looked hot enough for our customers. I checked myself out in the mirror that was provided, noting that I looked pretty good showing all this skin, especial my not inconsequential cleavage. I fussed with my hair a little bit, and found myself wishing I knew how to put on make up.

There I went again, all those strange unwelcome girlish thoughts. It was so hard to get used to them, part of me still rebelled at thinking of myself as a girl. Bur then there was another part of me that was embracing it with gusto. My situation was indeed a conundrum, and a confusing one at that. Still, I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed being pretty, and I enjoyed the attention boys gave me.

Especially Makoto.

I grew warm again thinking of him, while Nirro-sama gave out the order we were to dance in, and I was taken to the car I was too be “advertising”. God, of all the stupid things to have happen to me, getting a crush had to be the most unwelcome. But I couldn’t sit there and pretend it wasn’t there. It was there, oh god, it was there. There sure as hell was no way around it; I had fallen for him hard. Christ, I had only been a girl for two days and here I was pining after Makoto.

But he was cute, I had to admit. And funny, and smart.

Oh, god damn, I wanted to kiss him so badly.

My fluttering heart was interrupted by my arrival at the car I was to be promoting. Seeing it, I think this machine actually got me as wet as thinking of Makoto did. I think my eyes completely lit up as I looked at what I was to go on stage with.

It was a candy apple red brand spanking new 2008 Ferrari FXX Evolution. My eyes rolled over the sleek curves and stylish lines of the sports car. It was the kind of machine most people could only dream of ever owning. I think my legs quivered a little as I looked at the car, licking my lips as I gazed at its polished, shiny surface. As I got closer to its open driver side door, I could smell the new scent of highly polished fine leather from the interior.

I was almost giddy with excitement. I wondered if they’d let me drive it.

Then I remembered that I was a teenager. No, probably not, reckless youth and all that.

I slipped up to the car, almost reverential as I looked at it, “Can I touch it?”

The burley looking guy who was standing next to it smiled at me, “You like it?”

“I love it.” I breathed.

“Sure, touch it. But don’t mark it.” He said.

I ran my hands along the finely waxed surface of the hood, feeling tingles of excitement all over my body. I pressed by body close to it, feeling the cool, smooth touch of the metal on my bare midriff and across my breasts. I had no idea what I was going to do for my dance, but I knew I would be running my naked body all over this thing. I just had to; it was such a fuck’n cool and sexy automobile. I went around the back and ran my fingers over the spoiler.

The guard chuckled, “You really like Ferraris, huh?”

“I’d fuck you right now if you’d take me for a ride in this.” I breathed.

I think he blushed a bit, “Sorry, but I can’t take you up on that offer.”

Damn.

I heard the start of an engine as the first car, a classic cherry condition 1972 Mustang GT Cobra, was rolled out onto the display stage and the auction was under way.

The Girl Auction

Car upon car rolled out onto the stage, and my turn got closer and closer. I bit my lip nervously. Obviously, I had never been a stripper as Tako, although I had been to many a strip bar in my time. Hell, I had never been much of any kind of dancer, let alone exotic. I had no idea if I could do this or not, or if I was just gonna blow my cover with a stilted strip act. I held on to the hope that as long as took my clothes off, no one would care. But that hope died as soon as I remembered some of the really awful strippers I’d seen over the years.

I had never been shy, so I was sure I could take my clothes off in front of all these people. At least I hoped I could, unless there was some new Keiko-chan personality trait that was lurking in there somewhere that gave me dire stage fright. This would mark my second trick turned since I became Keiko, and the third time I’d had sex in this body, so I was pretty sure I’d be okay with the rest of it, but the dancing was making me jumpy.

I gritted my teeth; I would just have to do it. As a spy I had been trained to adapt quickly to a situation. I would have to do so now. I tried to think of all the best strippers I had seen, how they moved and danced, what they did to keep their audience entranced. I could do this, I had to do this. Michiko had already gone out, dressed in a yellow swimsuit that matched the yellow 2009 Lamborghini Reventon she was in. There was one car in between her and I. The young girl presenting it looked exceptionally beautiful, especially standing there next to a 2010 Corvette ZR1.

I tapped my foot nervously, as Michiko’s time went by and the other girl got into the passenger side of the Corvette while the guard near her took the wheel and drove the car onto the stage. After a while, the music started, and I shifted my feet nervously. I used to reflective surface of the windows to check my appearance over and over again. Jeeze, since becoming a girl, I had been more and more worried about how I looked with each passing moment. How long before I just started pushing a mirror around in front of me?

The two songs went by fairly fast, and soon it was my turn. The guard got into the driver’s seat and opened the passenger door for me. I slipped in, feeling the soft leather against my exposed skin. I shivered with an almost intoxicating enthusiasm, just being in this ultra cool car. The engine started with a throaty roar and we drove up the ramp and onto the stage.

Once the car pulled up on stage, I got out and struck a pose Vanna White like next to the machine. There were whistles and hoots as I appeared, making me blush a little. As before, being noticed was turning me on a bit. The stage was side and well lit with white, blue and red pools of light. Two large brass poles were set up in on either side, and the whole stage was in front of flat white backdrop on which was projected the words “The Mansion First Annual Car Auction”. In front of the stage sat a small audience of maybe twenty people or so, most of them in expensive looking suits. Quite a surprising number of women seemed to be here and I wondered briefly if I would be servicing one of them. My experience with Bellanger-Sensei had taught me that as Keiko, I definitely swung both ways.

Niiro-Sempai was standing behind a podium, off to the left. She spoke into the microphone with a smooth sound to her voice, with the rapid speech most auctioneers tended to use. As she spoke, she was clearly reading a prepared speech off her papers.

She said, “Our next item on the block is a 2008 Ferrari FXX Evolution, presented by the lovely and adorable Keiko-chan, who will be happy to perform whatever acts the winner of this fine automobile desires.

“Courtesy of Ferrari; the innovative FXX program, based on the eponymous prototype car and launched by Ferrari in June 2005, is being extended to 2008/2009. The FXX, which is the most advanced GT ever created at Maranello, has been updated with an evolution package aimed at further improving its handling and performance. The package was developed as a result of Ferrari's collaboration with its Client Test Drivers. The FXXs equipped with this package will also sport a new livery in addition to new rear wing profiles.“Maranello's engineers studied the wealth of information gained to develop a kit which will cut the FXX's Fiorano lap time to under 1'16'' (previously it was 1'18''). The FXX's 6262 cc V12 engine can now punch out a massive 860 bhp at 9500 rpm. Gear shifting takes just 60 ms, a drop of 20 ms on the previous time, and the gear ratios have been adapted to make use of the extra 1000 rpm now delivered by the engine. “The car's new traction control system, developed in close collaboration with the GES Racing Division engineers, gives the driver a choice of no less than nine different settings (plus the off position) which are selected using a switch on the central tunnel. The FXX's traction control is also now less invasive and more flexible, adapting more efficiently to the individual driving style of each driver - a requirement pinpointed when this very extreme car was being driven on the track by non-professional drivers.The FXX's special 19" Bridgestone tires now last longer too thanks to a new car setup and new front suspension geometry, while the Brembo brakes, which boast large Composite Ceramic Material (CCM) discs, are more efficient with the result that the brake pads last twice as long. Thanks to the drivers' feedback the Ferrari engineers have also developed new aerodynamic solutions aimed at increasing downforce over the rear axle. The FXX now sports a new rear diffuser, nolder and rear flaps which have combined to increase aerodynamic efficiency by 25% overall. The active front spoiler control system settings have been adjusted to take these modifications into account too. New telemetry monitoring of the steering angle and brake pump pressure will further boost the interaction between Client test drivers and the company's engineers also. From next year onwards, it will be possible for drivers to have two extra video cameras mounted on their car in addition the existing rear-facing one. This will, of course, give the drivers excellent rear visibility without having to impinge in any way on the car's aerodynamics. And of course, the care comes with Keiko-chan, who’s own aerodynamics and performance and also exemplary.

“Bidding begins at ¥340,000,000.*. Let’s get this show on the road, Keiko chan, show them what you’ve got.”

I couldn’t believe the huge number she’d just quoted. The music started and, not really sure of myself, I began to dance. As the rock music, something from the 70s but I couldn’t recall the band, continued, my dancing quickly got better and more erotic. It was like back in Bellanger-Sensei’s class, when I suddenly found I had artistic skill as Keiko that I’d never had before. I moved and gyrated and twisted my body sensually in time to the music, and the bidding began.

I danced and moved, slipping my top off, and sliding over the Ferrari’s slick metal as I danced. It felt good, really good to be performing like this, my naked breasts bared to the crowd. It was suddenly like I was feeding of the audience, and their lust energized me, making me dance more feverishly and seductively. My pussy was moist and stimulated; I was incredibly excited taking my clothes off in front of these strangers.

As I slid my pants off and stripped myself completely naked, I began to feel a strong intoxicating sense of power. I was the center of attention; all the eyes were on me. I was controlling attention in the room, controlling it with my most intimate parts. There was something liberating about what I was doing. As I slid my naked body down the hood of the Ferrari, I began to feel connected, sharing the most intimate places on my body with everyone who cared to enjoy them.

By the time my second song began, some rock tune from the 80s, I was gushing between my legs, whipping myself around, smoothly spreading my legs and opening my pussy lips for the onlookers. I writhed snake like on stage, naked as the day I was born, winking and smiling at my audience. The bids climbed and climbed and I danced, the excited onlookers vying for the win, either me or the car, it was hard to tell what they wanted more.

Damn, I liked being a stripper that was for sure.

When the song was over and I wound up my dance, I remained naked by the car as the bidding continued, getting higher and higher. The car finally sold to a large black man from for a whopping ¥500,000,000!** I will say that was a little ego gratifying. I tossed my hair happily, somehow pleased that I had helped this car bring in so much money.

The car was taken out to the parking lot where the winner could claim it later, and he was brought over to Niiro-sama where he explained what he would want from me. I was quickly ushered into one of the private rooms.

The rooms were wide and had a large bed in the middle of it. The walls were made of simple office dividers. After a few minutes of waiting, Niiro-sama came in with a small card and spoke to me.

“Okay, Keiko-chan.” She said, all business, “We’ll finalize the paperwork with the winner and then he’ll be in to see you. His name is Barrymore Kurt. I’ll have someone bring in the outfit you’ll need for this. Barrymore-san just spent a good deal of money for this car and for you, so I expect you to service him to the best of your abilities. Can I count on you, Keiko-chan?”

“Yes, Niiro-sempai.” I nodded.

Nirro-san smiled without a trace of warmth, “I knew that I could. There’s a reason why you’re our top draw, Keiko-chan.”

She then reached out and rubbed my chin, I got chills having her touch me, and there was something intrinsically frightening about this woman.

“Besides, I know you’re a natural whore.” She said, “Just the way we like you. You’ll never betray us.”

I shivered at that word again; ‘betray’, but I told myself it meant nothing. Niiro-san handed me the card she was carrying.

“Here are his requirements.” She announced, “Do you best for Barrymore-san, Keiko-chan.”

She then turned and left, leaving me to look over the card. As it turned out, Barrymore wanted a bit of father/daughter incest role playing. And a few seconds later, and guard came in and laid a little girl outfit on the bed for me. I looked back at the card and looked to what he’d want sexually. Oral sex, spanking (I’d leaned I liked that from Saito-sensei), strait sex and . . . oh no.

There it was printed on the bottom of the card. I shivered as I realized what was about to be done to me. There it was in clear as day in big black letters.

“Anal”

The Private Room

The dress I was given was a school girl outfit, but much skimpier then my real one, low cut exposing large amounts of my cleavage and with short mini skirt that flashed my panties whenever I moved. It was a standard sailor suit uniform, but much sexier. I put it on and the frilly panties and stockings that went with it. There were a few ribbons with the outfit, and I tied my hair up on the sides in pig tails for good measure. I kept thinking of the card and what I would have to do. Sure, I had met lots of girls over the years that loved it up the ass, but I was still scared to do it myself.

At this point, I felt more or less accepting of the fact that as Keiko, I liked men. Again Makoto sprung to mind, and I felt my heart beating faster. I wondered if I could pretend it was him doing this to me, and maybe then it wouldn’t be so bad. I tried to run my thoughts to the rest of the job, the father/daughter role playing thing. This would be strange in and of itself, but I had role played once before, doing the Catholic school girl thing for Saito-Sensei.

I looked around and found a mirror placed in the room. After thoroughly fussing with my appearance, which was something I seemed to feel compelled to do in this girl’s body, I began practicing with wide eyed girly expression, and talking in a higher, more girlish voice.

“Daddy, are you sure its okay to do this?” I sang.

“I love you, Daddy, come and play with me.”

“Oh, Daddy, that’s so naughty!”

I practiced that a lot until I was sure I had the personae down. As a spy, psyching yourself up to slip into a role like this is part of your training, and something you do quite frequently. It seemed to be to my advantage for this job, as perverted as the scenario sounded. I was fairly confident in the role, when Barrymore came into the room.

He stopped, his eyes lighting up as he saw me there in the outfit. I turned and flashed him a big smiled, giggling girlishly.

“Hi, Daddy.” I said, bouncing a little, which had the intended effects on my bosom.

Now that I got a good look a Barrymore, I realized he was in pretty good shape and not bad looking at all. He had a shaved head and skin a light coco color. He had deep penetrating eyes, and a handsome face. Under the blue suit he was wearing, I could see that he was in good shape. He strolled in, with his jacket over his shoulder, looking for all the world like he was coming home from work.

Once again my girl’s body was betraying my male past and mind. I felt my heart beat faster and a warm feeling radiating between my legs. I had become a little moist as well. I felt that familiar tingle running through me, pleasant and stimulating. God, I was such a little slut, and this incest scenario was turning me on. It seemed I was also a little weird.

Barrymore smiled at me and spoke with a soft low voice, “Hi sweetheart, did you want to play with Daddy?”

I nodded vigorously, “Mmm hmmm, I wanna play with Daddy.”

He came over to me and picked me up, cradling me in his arms. I giggled happily, not all of that was fake as he kissed my lips quickly, but deeply.

“Let’s see what kind of games we can play?” He said.

“Oooo, I like playing games.” I cooed.

He carried me over to the bed, and I wrapped my arm around his neck, giving him the best adoring daughter look I could come up with. He dropped me down on the bed and I giggled as I bounced up and down on the soft mattress. I sat up and the bed with my arms behind me and he sat down next to me putting a hand on my leg. I shuddered with a little pleasure as he touched me, licking my lips a bit.

He reached over with his other hand and tilted my head towards his face. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips, softly, but very sexily.

“I love you sweetheart.” He whispered.

“I love you too, Daddy.” I whispered back.

It wasn’t like I actually meant it, obviously. Come on, I had just met this guy; but somehow going through these motions was a turn on all by itself. I was really beginning to understand the appeal of sexual role playing. I had never been much into it before. I remembered that I had once dated a girl who wanted to play ‘secret agent’ all the time; which was pretty much like bringing my work home with me, so that didn’t fly.

He moved his hand up my leg and onto my thigh, and I shuddered at his touch as my lips touched his, our tongues intertwining with each other. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. His hand ran along my thigh, pushing my dress up and exposing my panties. For some reason, even through I had just been completely naked in front of him; I blushed a little and felt a giddy thrill as they were uncovered. He lightly ran his hand over the side, and then slipping his fingers under the material briefly.

“It’ll just be our little secret.” He said.

“Our little secret.” I whispered back.

I knew it was a corny line, but I liked hearing it. He pushed my dress all the way up revealing my panties entirely, and a little of my belly in the process. He ran his hand lovingly on the material.

“My my my, such pretty panties.” He cooed.

I blushed and grinned at him, then let out a small gasp as he hand briefly touched my pussy under the cotton. He kissed me again, and I took his tongue in between my lips, my arms running over his chest, feeling the heat from his body beneath my palms through his shirt.

He broke the kiss and said, “Now, be a good girl for Daddy and take your dress off.”

I grinned, “Okay, Daddy.”

Reaching behind me, I undid the small ties on the back and then slid the dress up head and off, tossing it in a corner somewhere. I was now clad only in my frilly bra and panties and stockings, my cleavage heaving against my bra, my stiff nipples pressing against the material. Again Keiko’s exhibitionist impulses were on the rise.

Barrymore ran his hand over my arms and then caressed my breasts, letting his fingers lightly touch my nipples.

“You’re so pretty, Keiko-chan.” He said.

I would have said thank you again, but he kissed my mouth and cut it off, his fingers gingerly playing with my nipples and squeezing my boobs. It felt good, the way he touched them, Saito-sensei and Bellanger-sensei could have learned a thing or two from this guy. He pulled me close to him and then kissed me deeply. Our bodies mashed together as out lips moved on one another, his hands sliding down my back and gently squeezing my butt. I wiggled it a little, enjoying his fingers on my sensitive flesh.

He stood and undid his tie sliding it off as I leaned back on my hands, watching him. He undid his shirt buttons one by one, opening up his shirt as he did so. I don’t know why, but for some reason I was excited to see him bare chested. He slipped his shirt off and I wasn’t disappointed: He had a smooth chest that was well toned, not big, but tight and ripped.

He came to me and I ran my hands over his dark skin. He looked down at me, a warm grin on his face.

“So, would you like to suck Daddy’s cock?” He asked.

“Boy would I!” I squealed.

The thing was, I really actually did. I reached up, looking at his mischievously, and undid the buckle of his belt, fumbling a little as my hands were trembling at bit nervously. What the hell was wrong with me, I was getting so excited. I tried reminding myself that I was a guy, but my female body was not listening. I wanted his cock so badly at this point. I pulled open his pants and grinned when I saw the bulge of his erection under his underwear. Reaching into his boxers, I felt a small tremor between my legs as I wrapped my hand around the shaft of his hard penis. With my other hand I pulled down the elastic of his pants and let his cock pop out.

It wasn’t especially huge, not like the stereo type of black guys would lead one to believe, but it was large enough for me. I bent down and gave it a lick with my tongue, running it upwards from the base. I then took the head between my lips and let the whole thing slide down my throat. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking his cock faster and faster, the stiff organ pressing against my tongue. My lips ran across the shaft, feeling the skin and veins. It felt so good in my mouth, I kept on sucking.

This was only my second time sucking cock, really, but I was trying hard to do it well. And no longer just to preserve my cover.

I could no longer deny a sobering fact: I liked to suck dick.

He moaned and ran his hand through my hair as I gleefully sucked him, tingles running all over my pussy from excitement. I felt his hard dick inside my mouth and shivered in arousal, moving my head up and down as I sucked, stimulating him. His groans seemed to energize me; I found that I liked the fact that he was enjoying what I was doing for him. It turned me on even more.

He pulled me off him and lay me down on the bed, kissing me. He rolled me over on my stomach and gripped my panties on the sides with both hands. I squealed with glee as he pulled them off of me, stripping me naked. He reached up and squeezed my butt cheeks playfully, causing me to coo with delight. He kissed my back, running his mouth down my spine before kissing my butt a little, making me giggle.

With both hands he rolled me over on my back. Hi crawled over me and kissed my lips. I shivered, feeling his hard cock brush against my slit. It brushed there briefly, enough to make my tiny body shudder and my hips move a little as fluid dripped from my snatch.

Squeezing my boobs gently with his hands, he leaned down and licked my nipples, running his hands over my ample chest. He kissed down my belly, tonguing my belly button a little, before he gently pushed my legs up wide and back to my ears, exposing me in the most pornographic way possible, my pussy and asshole completely bared to his eyes. Just being exposed like that alone had my libido cranking into overdrive.

I let out a small moan as he kissed the inside of my thighs.

“My, what a pretty pussy you have sweetheart.” Barrymore breathed, looking at it.

I slipped a hand between my legs and spread the wet lips, “It’s all for you, Daddy.”

He moved his head down and gave my snatch a little lick, causing me to gasp a little and tremble all over. He spread my lips and ran his tongue all over, licking at the lips and the clit, teasing me with his mouth. I moaned and bit one finger as he ate me. It was good, really good; this guy was a talented pussy eater. He slipped his fingers inside me, penetrating me, teasing my asshole a little bit with his thumb.

“Oh, Daddy.” I groaned.

I suddenly thought of my father, Keiko’s father that is. The one in this life. I wondered what it would be like to do these things with him. My thoughts went down a strange path, but at least I wasn’t thinking of my actual father. I shoved my thoughts aside before that could start.

I rolled my hips at him as he expertly licked and fingered my vagina; my hands caressed my body, squeezing my own breasts and tweaking my own nipples with my legs in the air. As before, I felt particularly feminine when having sex. While my body was stimulated like this, I felt wholly and completely like a girl. And the feeling was exhilarating.

Getting up over me again, Barrymore kissed my lips which I eagerly returned, and pushed my legs even further back. My new body seemed to be quite flexible, and I squirmed as I felt the tip of his penis rub against my wet tingling cunt. I moved my hips at him, pressing the organ against mine more and more. My body clenched, aching for his hard cock to be inside of me, my inner slut rising and obliterating all other concerns.

“Do you want this?” He asked me seductively, “Do you want Daddy inside you?”

I writhed, my clit swollen and my body now covered with goose bumps, my nipples hard and erect.

“Yes, Daddy.” I moaned, “Please put it in me.”

He entered me slowly, and I arched my back as his cock penetrated me, wrapping my legs around him. He slowly slipped deep into my apparently Gumby like stretchable pussy, moving all the way in before starting to fuck me, moving in and out with a rhythmic pace. I moaned with pleasure and pulled him closer to me as he fucked me hard, my teenage body undulating under him as I was screwed. Damn, I cock felt so good inside me.

Our lips met again as he thrust deep inside of me, moving in and out rapidly.

“Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy!” I cried.

Just using the word “Daddy” while I was fucking was turning me on. Was I a sick little slut or what?

He rolled over onto his back, holding onto me and rolling me on top of him without ever taking his dick out of me. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I began to ride him, moving my hips erotically and shoving his cock deep inside me where it belonged. I moaned and cried out as I took him in, grinding my hips on him, delirious with pleasure. I gave a little squeal as he reached behind me and squeezed my butt.

His hands kneaded the flesh of my ass as I rode him, squeezing my butt and sending prickling sensation through me and up my back. He brought his head up and licked my hard nipples again, running his tongue over them and massaging my sensitive teenage breasts. I moaned in joy as he did so, enjoying his lips. I was lost in passion at this point, feeling like there was nothing else more important then the hard cock between my legs.

Suddenly, my eyes flew open and I gasped as he slipped his fingers between my butt cheeks and pushed them inside my ass. He shoved two fingers in there and began moving them in and out while he fucked me. It felt bizarre and humiliating at first, but I suddenly found that it stimulated me, making the fucking feel even better somehow. A third finger was inserted, then a forth, and he began to twist them in me as he screwed my pussy.

I was yelping and gripping him, the fingers in my ass felt way too good. I couldn’t believe how good they felt. My man’s brain was screaming in the background, trying to tell me that I was a guy, and a guy shouldn’t take things up his butt, but it was drowned out by the perverted needs of my teenage girl’s body. In that moment I didn’t want to be a guy, I wasn’t a guy, I was Keiko and Keiko liked the fingers up her ass and didn’t care.

After a lot of that, Barrymore stopped and lifted me off him. I actually tried to push down get him back in me, but he sternly pulled me off and put me on the bed on all fours. He spread my legs wide and I looked back over my shoulder at him as he retrieved a tube of lubricant. He came back to me, leering at my exposed backside.

I bit my lip with apprehension as his fingers slipped back into my asshole, making me gasp a little bit. He twisted them in there, causing my legs to shake and strange feelings of pleasure, much different from what I got with my pussy, made themselves known. Once again the fingers felt really good in my ass. I was both dreading and longing for the main act.

He placed the tube over my ass and I felt the warm sticky sensation of the slippery lube sliding into my crack and coating my butthole. It dripped down, slickly running over my pussy, making me shiver.

Oh my god, this was it! I was really going to be fucked up the ass!

I bit my bottom lip, “Be gentle.”

Yeah, I know, that was the corniest thing I could have said, but it was apt.

I felt the tip of his penis against the rim of my asshole, and was thankful it wasn’t one of the huge horse cocks you see on black guys in porno movies. Barrymore pushed the tip in and I clenched my teeth. He’d loosened me up enough, but there was still a little bit of pain. I hoped he’d get this over with fast. He pressed in deeper and deeper, carefully sliding into me, pausing ever so often to let my ass get used to him. He was very gentle, they way I’d asked.

He began to slowly move in and out of me, thrusting his hips and pushing deeper and deeper. There was no pain anymore, just the feeling of him inside me. I began to rock my body with his thrusts, moving him deeper. My whole body was flushed red, it felt so strange to be doing this, but taking a man’s penis in my butt felt great. Even though I was a girl, it felt so submissive and dirty. And it began to turn me on. Very soon, I began to like it, the pain being replaced by pleasure as the black dick in my ass began to stimulate me in way much different from the way it did in my pussy.

A moan escaped my lips, and then a grunt. This felt good, really good, I realized, and I started moaning more as he screwed my ass.

He must have notice because he said, “You like that honey?”

I heard myself groan, “Yes!”

“You like my dick up your ass?”

“Yes, I love your dick up my ass.”

He was thrusting rapidly now, burying his penis deep in my butt, making me squeal with glee. One of my hands went to my pussy and I started rubbing my clit, masturbating myself while I was sodomized. There was something wild and unhinged about the act, I felt like I was all animal, all beast grunting and moaning as I was penetrated. Sweat covered my body now from the exertions and rocked back and forth thrashing my head as I was sodomized doggie style. My hand gripped the sheets, pulling them into balls as my body quaked and spasmed.

“Deeper,” I begged him, “Deeper.”

He obliged, and I let out a wild screech of joy, my legs and arms trembling. I licked my lips, not believing how much I liked this. His member plunged into me, filling my ass with its hot presence, sending my body into spasms of pleasure. I cried out loudly, a shrill wail of enjoyment.

My mind flashed back to Makato, and I began to imagine that it was him behind me, pushing his cock up my ass. I found the thought pleasing, and surge of emotion joined my lust. My heart was pounding in my chest and my breath came out in great gasps.

I dropped my head to the sheet, and with my butt up in the air, was screwed into delirium. I cried out and begged for more as my hand worked by swollen clit and wet pussy. I was thrashing my head and moaning as he fucked me good and hard.

Without realizing it, I cried, “Oh, Makato!”

When the orgasm came, it exploded out of me in a blast of joy and pleasure. My eyes rolled back in my head as I writhed in delight, rubbing my pussy frantically as I came. Even after the cumming had subsided, I still felt pleasure and delight at his cock inside my ass. Her continued to fuck me deep and rapidly, making me moan and moan over and over again. To my surprise, I came again, shuddering with a second, smaller orgasm that made me blubber incoherently. Still, he continued to fuck my ass. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled out.

I rolled over and he jammed his tasty dick into my mouth, just in time for all his hot love juice to flow down my throat. I greedily swallowed every last drop as he unloaded onto my tongue. He moaned and cried out with pleasure, and some part of me was thrilled that I was the source of his enjoyment. I playfully licked up and cleaned his cock of every last drop of cum, feeling completely and totally feminine, and my whole male personae temporarily forgotten. And felt good and at piece with myself.

We kissed and after a whole lot of “I love you, Daddy” type pillow talk, we were silent for a long time, resting up. I thought of what had just transpired; of how I was as Keiko. Fantastic, it seemed I was not only a slut, bisexual, an exhibitionist and a whore, but an anal queen as well. Despite my outward appearance of wholesomeness, I was just a dirty girl deep down. I suppose that everyone is like that, no matter how much veneer they put on, in the end human beings are just animals itching to either mount or be mounted.

After we caught our breath, Barrymore asked, “Who’s Makato?”

“Huh?” I said intelligently.

“You called out his name. Is he your boyfriend?”

I couldn’t help but smile a little bit, “I wish.”

Back To The Dead Man’s Store

After I had caught my breath, I had gone to the make shift showers that had been set up and cleaned myself off. While running the soap and water all over our naked bodies, Michiko, Chiharu, Ashley and I swapped stories of our jobs, giggling and chatting amiably, sounding really like typical teenage girls and thirty year old whores all at once. Once we got dressed, we all left together after Niiro-sama had transferred our pay, which was considerable, into our accounts. We walked back, talking about our favorite subject, boys, in more graphic ways then we had before. Now that I knew Chiharu and Ashley were fellow prostitutes, I didn’t have to censor much of my conversation around them. Again, I found all the nasty talk fun, just us girls by ourselves, comparing notes. There was a warm swell of affection in my chest for my three friends. And a little bit of lust, I certainly wouldn’t have minded having some girl/girl time with the other two like I had with Michiko.

After we got to a certain point, we split up and I walked the rest of the way alone. Rather then go strait home; I decided to stop by Bruce’s store for a little more reconnaissance. I called my Mom and made up a lame excuse about helping Ashley buy a gift for her uncle, and then planted myself at an outdoor café right across the street where I kept an eye on the now closed electronics store.

I ordered a strawberry Sunday, the kind of girlishly cute ice cream I wouldn’t have been caught dead eating before I was Keiko-chan, and settled in to watch the place for a while.

I felt I had to look like I was doing something, so I fished into my purse and came out with a small sketch pad. Shrugging, I pulled it out along with a mechanical pencil and began to draw. Like in class, I suddenly found myself sketching out all sorts of details. The artwork came fast and easy, and found myself enjoying the simple act of creating something out of nothing but paper and led. I loved to draw, I realized, I really enjoyed it. Maybe there was something to that. I examined what I had done so far.

I wasn’t half bad, I realized. Actually, I was quite a bit good at this. I began to wonder if I could put this new talent to some kind of good use. Before I knew it, I was wondering what kind of art schools Moriyama might have to offer. I was starting to think about a future as Keiko-chan, I realized, thinking of a possible career after school. Was I really that happy in this weird new body, could I really cast off my former manhood and live the rest of my life as a woman?

If my art skills were as good as they seemed, I might do well. Perhaps a job as a graphics designer? Actually, that sounded a little boring. What kind or artist would I like to be? How would I like to work? I got giddy and excited as I thought of all the possibilities all opening up before me.

My thoughts were interrupted as the front of the store opened, and I saw Bruce come out. I watched him, taking note of where he was going. I decided to continue following him, find out all I could, such as where he lived. I got up and left the money for my Sunday on the counter (Lord knows, money wasn’t a problem with the cash in my bank account), and nonchalantly walked in the same direction.

I saw the two men in black suits a split second before Bruce did. They leapt out of an alleyway as he passed it by, grabbing him and pulling him inside. He was grabbed with hammerlocks from behind by one of them, and the other proceeded to belt him hard with a painful punch across the face. Both men were dressed identically, in dark black suits that looked like they’d been ripped off from a funeral director, black fedora hats, and dark sunglasses despite the late hour. They also both had shaved heads; although they didn’t resemble each other in very many other ways. The one holding Bruce was tall and quite pale, while the one dealing out the punches was short and slightly tanned.

The short one delivered a heavy blow to Bruce’s stomach, causing him to double over in pain and heave disgustingly. The short one grabbed his chin and shoved his head up, meeting his eyes. He sneered with an unforgiving glare.

“Listen, gaijiin.” Shorty spat, “I’ve got a message from Kasshoku: You and your whore ain’t welcome in our turf unless you pay us our cut of your profits, got it?”

“Fuck you.” Bruce said, a little blood spewing out of his mouth.

Shorty punched him again, hard in the face. Bruce sagged back, groaning, but his face still hard and defiant. He glared at his attacker with the intensity of a trapped tiger.

“This isn’t Kasshoku’s turf, he knows it and you know it. I’ve got just as much right to work out of here as anyone. This is Lady Guri-n’s territory, and we have her permission. My arrangement is with her, not your asshole boss.”

Twisting his lip, Shorty stepped forward, leaning in close to Bruce’s face, “Guri-n’s history, old news. Kasshoku’s the new boss in town, and sooner or later it’s gonna belong to him. You can either get with the winner, or go down with the loser.”

“You’re dreaming, loser.”

“Shut your mouth, you son of bitch.”

“I’m sorry you had to meet my mother, but you’re still a loser.”

“Yeah? You’re punk assed whore won’t think I’m a loser when I rape her up her tattooed ass.”

Bruce’s response was the slam his head hard on Shorty’s face, crunching it against his nose and drawing blood. Shorty staggered back, howling in pain and fury while Gigantor behind Bruce tightened his grip with bunch crunching intensity. Shorty staggered around, blood dripping from his nose. He looked up, angry and furious, his eyes ablaze with indignation. There was a clicking sound and the biggest switch blade I had ever seen popped out in his hand. He advanced on Bruce with malice in spades.

So far, none of them had even noticed me, despite the fact that I was standing in plain sight.

“You goddamn mother fucking son of a bitch!” He bellowed, sounding like a profanity dictionary, “Let’s see if your whore still likes you after I cut your fuck’n dick off.”

I knew it was potentially blowing my cover, but I couldn’t just let this happen. In what can only be described as a series lapse of common sense, I stepped into the alley a little and made me presence known.

“Let him go.” I said, not sounding nearly as threatening as I would have liked, not with my school girl’s voice.

There was a pause as they took in the sight of a young girl in a school outfit, staring at me with incredulous looks. Then, they burst out laughing after a bemused look at each other. And then, Shorty moved forward, waving the blade back and forth, grinning maliciously at me. I stood my ground, trying and probably failing miserably to look tough.

He stepped up to me, “Now isn’t this just adorable, the little girl wants to be a hero. Well, let’s see if your so heroic after I cut your fuck’n tities off. Or how about we cut up your pretty little face so no one will ever want to look at you?”

He jabbed the knife at me, threateningly. A wave of anger and loathing for this foul little man ran through me. He giggled at me, thrusting the knife at me in quick jabs. When he got too close, I made me move. In a split second of reflexes, I caught his arm with my left hand and slammed the ball of my right hand hard into his arm just above the elbow. There was a soft slapping sound as my hand hit his flesh, and then the unmistakable cracking sound of the bone breaking.

He yelped in surprise and pain. For good measure, I twisted his broken arm in a complete 360 turn, twisting the broken limb until the skin looked like a cloth that was getting wrung out. Shorty howled in pain as I spun backward and slammed my foot into his stomach. I dropped my purse and kicked it aside. I followed that up with a hard punch to his face, breaking and shattering his already injured nose and feeling the satisfying crunch as three of his teeth were knocked out as well.

He staggered back, filling the air with profanity, most of which made little or no sense. Bruce took advantage of the distraction and slammed the back of his head into Gigantor’s face, connecting hard with his chin and disorienting him. He followed that up with a strike to the kneecap with his foot. Gigantor yowled in pain and let him go, clutching his knee. The thing was, Bruce had hit it with such force and such accuracy that it should have totally shattered the knee and bent it backwards. Gigantor, however, seemed to only have a bad sprain from the experience.

Bruce spun around to attack again, but Gigantor, who was apparently smarter then he looked, was ready. He counterattacked with a hard punch to Bruce’s stomach and chest and then a fist on his rather pronounced chin. Bruce fell back and his attacker moved to advance.

I darted forward, meaning to help him, but suddenly felt Shorty’s good arm around my neck and felt the knife pressed against my cheek. His injured arm trembled and hung loosely at his side, the knife gripped in the same arm that was around my neck. I cursed myself for being so careless and forgetting where he was, but I knew I could break out of this, especially with his injuries.

“Now I’m gonna cut you up good, bitch!” He hissed.

“Rothrock Scorpion!” My leg flew back and up in an arc behind Shorty, slamming the ball of my foot into the back of his head.

His teeth clacked together and he bit his tongue from the impact. I wasted no time and grabbed his arm, slamming it hard over my shoulder. This time the arm gave with an agonizing crunch. The bone snapped and shattered as his arm was quickly twisted into an unnatural position, the tough guy screaming and shrieking in agony, dropping the knife and falling back, writhing in pain with two broken arms. Almost idly I wondered if he’d still be stupid enough to come after me.

I dropped the ground and scooped up Shorty’s knife, running full at Gigantor who was trying to pulverize the rapidly darting Bruce. He saw me coming and switched targets in an instant. This guy wasn’t as clumsy as his boss that was for sure. A plan had formed in my mind. Bruce tried to get up, be Gigantor slammed him down with his foot without looking still ready to meet my attack. I took a swing with the knife, deliberately missing. Gigantor did what I expected him too, swinging hard at my face.

I took the blow and let myself fly back, looking like I was down for the count. Gigantor turned back to Bruce and reached out with one huge hand, grabbing his neck.

He was interrupted by the click of my Berretta right behind his head, which I had retrieved from my purse after I’d been “knocked out”. He froze, turning to meet my gaze. He searched my eyes, meeting them with an unblinking stare. He met his gaze, keeping my face hard, the gun steady in my hand.

Still moaning in pain, Shorty cried, “Take her, she hasn’t got the guts to shoot!”

Gigantor searched my eyes, and quickly knew that I did. He stood, and backed off, walking back to where Shorty lay sprawled on the ground. With one massive hand, he lifted him off the ground, not taking his eyes off me or the gun in my hands.

Shorty bellowed, “You just wait! Sooner or later, little girl, you’re gonna find out that I am not the man with whom to fuck!”

“Oh, I already know I don’t want to fuck you.” I told him sarcastically.

Shorty screamed something else at me, but Gigantor had already carried him around the corner and out of site. Bruce had gotten up to his feet, holding his bruised areas with a wince. After I was sure the other two weren’t coming back, I turned to him.

“Are you alright?” I asked him.

Bruce looked at me incredulously, “Me? What about you, kid? What would possess you to take on those two?”

I shrugged, “I was just trying to help you.”

“That’s crazy, whatever shit I was in . . . I mean, how old are you? Fifteen? Sixteen?” He asked.

“I’m eighteen.” I said defensively; Hell, I was actually older then him, “And I can take care of myself.”

His face softened a little, “Yeah, I noticed that. But maybe you should give me that gun. I don’t know where you got that, but those dangerous . . .”

He voice trailed off as he watched me expertly pull back the slide, switch the safety on and slip the gun snugly back into the hidden compartment of my purse. It must have seemed really bizarre to him, to see a teenage school girl handing a gun in a way that obviously indicated she knew how to use it.

“Oh common,” He said, “An Ipod looks better on you then a gun.”

“I have an Ipod, and an Ipod wouldn’t have just saved your ass.” I commented dryly, coming over to him and letting him support himself on my shoulder, “Come on, Bruce, let’s get you patched up.”

“How’d you know my name?” He asked.

I cursed my slip of the tongue before answering, “You run Bruce’s Electronics Depot, it doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure that out. Hell, Larry Holmes could’ve figured that out.”

The Back Office

We walked along behind the building through the alley and up to the rear entrance of the store. Bruce unlocked it and we went in, moving in the back towards his office. I found a first aid kit in bathroom and went to work patching up his bruises and scrapes. For some reason, I felt strong maternal instincts coming on and a desire to take care of him. I supposed it came with my new gender.

While I tended him, I got a general explanation about what was going on, although it was very guarded. He referred to his ‘business’ which I knew damn well wasn’t the electronics store, often, but without explaining what it really was. He probably thought I was assuming he meant the store, but I could tell he didn’t.

Apparently, Moriyama’s underworld ran in territories like old prohibition era Bruce operated his business in territory owned by a woman known only as Lady Guri-n, who ran all the business within a certain section of the city. When he describe the territory, I realized my house, my school, and The Mansion were all part of Guri-n’s turf. This basically meant, in working for The Mansion, I was working for Guri-n. Kasshoku, it seemed, was a once small time crook who had been making it big and muscling in on Lady Guri-n’s territory.

It seemed Bruce held Lady Guri-n in rather high regard as far as gangsters went, considering her fair, while he reserved all his venom for Kasshoku. It seemed like the whole city was in a sorry state of affairs similar to the gang situation at my school. I supposed I should get used to this, since I was now running one of the school gangs.

I touched some alcohol swabs to his head. I wanted to ask him about how he came to be here, about me, and about everything about this place, but I kept my mouth shut. Instead, I tried to find some common ground with him.

“You know,” I said, “I work for The Mansion. I guess that means we have the same employer.”

He turned his head around to look at me quizzically, “You work for The Mansion? So . . . you’re a hooker?”

“That’s what they tell me.”

“Jeeze, fighting, guns, turning tricks . . . and you looked so sweet and innocent.”

“Don’t let that fool you.”

I leaned over and cleaned off a rather nasty gash on his forehead, lifting one leg over his lap as I did to reach it better, my frame being much shorter then his, him being an American and all, and a rather tall one to boot. As I did so, I decided to try getting some information in a more subtle round about way. I decided to make use of the fact that I was young.

Putting on my best excited face, I asked him, “Hey, you’re American, right?”

Bruce nodded, “You betcha, born and raised in and Rapids.”

“America always sounds so exciting.” I said using my wide eyed girlie expression, “You must have been to some interesting places.”

“Yeah,” He smiled, “You could say that.”

“Ever been to The Pentagon?” I asked him, gauging his reaction.

He paused a bit, eyeing me slightly before he answered, “Why would you ask me that?”

“I’ve always wanted to see that.” I said playing up the wide eyed enthusiasm, “The Pentagon, and Mount Rushmore. Have you ever been to either?”

He looked away and then furrowed his brow, “I . . . I’m not sure.”

I said nothing, looking at him as he frowned, struggling to get a grip on something, when he finally spoke; he had a funny, haunted expression on his face.

“I . . . I can’t seem to remember.” He admitted, “I know I’m from but I can’t seem to remember what it was like living there. I’m not even sure what I did. I . . . I remember a few things, but they feel disjointed, vague, like trying to remember a dream.”

He looked up at me, suddenly looking very troubled, “How do you suppose I could forget something like that? What’s going on here?”

I shook my head; I had no answer for him. We looked at each other in silence until I noticed something that suddenly distracted us from the conversation. With my left leg over his lap like it was, I looked down with a bit of a gasp when I suddenly realized that Bruce had an erection.

He looked down, turned red, smiling sheepishly. As soon as I felt it, I felt my pussy tingle a little and that familiar twinge of arousal between my legs.

“Ah, sorry.” He said, blushing.

Not moving my leg, I replied, “Hey, hooker for The Mansion, remember? Seen my fair share of boners.”

I sounded nonchalant, but I was anything but. My pussy had started to moisten, and tingles of desire were flooding through my body. I could feel my uncontrollable lust building up again, that raging horniness that I couldn’t ever seem to resist as my libido began to rip out of its cage. I tried to look like nothing was wrong, but I felt my face flush as my body got warm.

“Um, it’s not like I’ve got a thing for school girls.” He explained.

“How disappointing.” I replied, it was supposed to come out coy, but it came out in a gasp and we both new I was just as turned on as he was.

There was a long pause as neither of us said anything, just froze as my heart pounded in my chest with excitement. And then, the damn broke, and we were both suddenly slaves to our lust. In a split second, we were kissing. Not soft kissing like before, we were mashing out lips against each other, our tongues shoving into each other’s mouths as our arms tightly wrapped around each other.

I had lost control like this before, first with Saito-sensei and later with Belanger-sensei. I wondered if I was some kind of nymphomaniac. I wondered it that really was such a bad thing.

Our breaths came out in heaves and I fumbled with the buttons on Bruce’s tacky shirt, undoing it to reveal his chest, a manly mane of chest hair covering it. This was something that had never really turned me on before, but it got me hot now. He grabbed the bottom of my top and I threw my hands in the air, letting him strip it off me. Soon it was off and my cleaved exposed over the cups of my bra, my partial nudity driving me even more out of control.

I grabbed the clasp in the back and unhooked my bra. Bruce grabbed it and tore it off me, stripping me topless, and exposing my pert teenage breast, my nipples hard and swollen.

He kissed my lips hard and then moved his head down, sucking on my hard nipples and squeezing my boobs. I moaned rolling my head, running my hands through his hair. His tongue stimulating my nipples felt really good, making my pussy juice even more. I licked my lips and he lightly bit my nipple between his teeth.

Sliding off of him, I got down on my knees on the carpeted floor and grabbed at his pants, hastily unbuckling them with and almost desperate desire. I knew I wanted his cock; right now I wanted it more then anything else. I was already sweating, my hands trembling as I undid his pants. I could see the bugle of my goal underneath the material. I pulled his pants down and let his large sized adult cock pop out in front of me. I got chills and goose bumps as I saw it.

Using only my feet, I kicked my shoes off.

“I want this in my mouth!” I cried, shoving the organ between my lips.

I took his penis in my mouth and began to suck on it, taking it down deep in my throat and bobbing my head up and down as I jerked off the base with my soft girl’s hand. I felt wild and unhinged, like I had no control. And it was very liberating, to be throwing off all my chains and just being the little crazy slut that I wanted to be deep down. My hand went between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my panties and his wonderful dick filled my mouth.

Whatever misgivings I’d ever had about sucking cock were cast away in this tidal wave of lust. Bruce moaned and rolled his head, running his hands through my hair. My head bounced up and down on him as I wetly moved his penis in and out of my quivering lips. Simply having the organ in my mouth, the simple knowledge that I was sucking his dick was stimulating me in an insane manner.

“Oh, you’re so good.” He moaned.

“I’m a professional and I love it.” I hissed.

After a while he stood me up. He reached behind me and unzipped my skirt. He started to push it down and I impatiently shoved it down myself, letting it drop to the floor. I was now clad only in my panties and socks.

Bruce kissed me deep on my lips and then grabbed me, lifting me off my feet and shoving me onto the desk. He shoved a few papers aside and then pushed me down on my back. I was breathing in deep breaths, my pussy gushing fluid, my legs spread wide already, the moist crotch of my panties a little transparent now, giving a preview of the show that was to cum.

Bruce dropped his pants and quickly stripped himself naked, his hard cock sticking out deliciously in front of him. I quivered looking at it, feeling how much I wanted it. He hooked his fingers on the sides of my underwear.

“Want me to pull these off?” He asked.

“Rip them off!” I said impulsively, “Strip me naked.”

He obliged me, grabbing my underwear and ripping it off with a quick savage pull. My whole body was raised up off the desk as the garment was ripped off my body. There was slight pain where the material dug into my flesh, but it was minimal, and the act of having my panties torn from me so incredibly exciting. Great, was I going to be one of those girls who fantasies about rape as well?

I was naked now except for my socks, and it felt so good to be forcibly exposed like that. I licked my lips and spread my legs, showing him my pussy and how it dripped for him, teasing my swollen clit with my finger. Bruce dropped down, grapping both my legs with his arms, and shoved his head between them, eagerly licking and sucking at my preteen pussy.

I gasped and moaned, rolling my hips and throwing my head back as he ate me, sucking on my lips and my clit and slipping his tongue deep into my vagina. Goose bumps covered my skin as I moved and undulated with his skillful tongue. This was almost crazy, Bruce had been my friend for a long time when I’d been a man, but now that I was a young girl, a little teenage slut, I couldn’t restrain myself. Hell, I no longer wanted to.

“Ah, oh, eat me! Oh, that’s right, lick my fuck’n pussy.” I moaned.

I wrapped my legs around his back, pushing his face against my crack, lifting my body up a little on my elbows. His tongue was doing wonders for me, and I squealed as his fingers slipped into my vagina, pushing past the lips and into my body. He finger fucked me rapidly while sucking on my clit, making my whole body tremble. I ran my hands through his black hair, tilting my head back as my body responded with shimmering jolts of pleasure. Sweat was covering my body, and I was sure my hair was a mess, but for the first time since I became Keiko I didn’t care.

Finally, I could wait any longer. I lifted Bruce’s head up and kissed his lips.

“Ever seen The Exorcist?” I asked him.

“Yeah.” He replied

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” I yelled in my best Linda Blair, spreading my legs and lying back on the desk, “Rape my ass.”

Of course, asking someone to rape you is a little silly, since you can’t rape the willing, but it didn’t seem so at the time. It just seemed hot.

Shoving my legs apart, and pushing them back to my ears, Bruce entered me. I arched my back and squealed with glee as he violated me, penetrating me deep. He started fucking me hard right away, the slapping sound of his thrusts mingling with our moans. This was rough, hard sex, but it was sending pleasure all the way through me. My breasts flopped back and forth as I moved. I yelped and cried out with his thrusts, wrapping my legs around him and gripping his back with my hands. My teenage naked body twisted and moved under him, my tits jiggling, as I enjoyed my penetration.

Again, I imagined Makato doing this. Just throwing me down and forcing himself on me. That should have seemed like a nightmare scenario, but the idea of being just taken and raped by him set something off in my head. Once more I leaning something grotesquely surprising about myself. I think I called out Makato’s name a couple of times, but if I did, Bruce didn’t notice it.

Happily being ravaged, I suddenly knew what I wanted next.

I pushed him off me and rolled over, bending myself over the desk. I spread my legs wide and shove my fingers into my asshole, looking over my shoulder at him with wide excited eyes.

“Fuck my ass.” I pleaded, panting hard, “Put it in my ass.”

A smile flitted over Bruce’s face as he looked down at my naked squirming form, “You got it, sweetheart.”

I pulled my fingers out and suddenly, he was in me, cramming all the way into my asshole, filling my butt with his hard cock. It hurt like hell at first, but I gritted my teeth and rubbed my pussy while the pain subsided. He fucked me hard and deep and soon, I was liking the sodomy again. I had been right, I was an anal queen. My body rocked and spasmed as I was sodomized, moaning and grunting with the violation, my body twisting and my head thrashing wildly.

This was much wilder, and way more perverted feeling anal sex then it had been with Barrymore-san. I felt wild and untamed, like a naked animal in the jungle, being mounted and subdued. And I loved it; I was loving every single minute of this rough crazy sex. I moaned and cried out loudly; hoping Bruce didn’t have any over night cleaning staff within earshot. Then I thought of them watching us went even wilder, although to my disappointment, none materialized.

My fingers rubbed and shoved into my pussy, masturbating myself while the whole length of Bruce’s cock plunged deep into my eighteen year old ass. It was different then the sex I’d had up to now: Before, the sex had made me feel more feminine and submissive. This was making me feel just crazed and animalistic, like every bit of humanity had been sapped away and I was just a beast on all fours getting raped. It was scary how much I liked feeling like this.

I couldn’t hold back anymore: I came, writhing in delight with his dick in my ass. I screeched loudly as powerful orgasm rocked my body, my boobs flopping around, sending me into delirious convulsions of pleasure on the desk.

Pulling out of me, Bruce rolled me over on my back and began jerking himself off over me. I reached up and took over, masturbating him until he moaned and shuddered, ejaculating in spurts that splashed his warm cum all over my body, splashing over my big boobs warmly. I swore one day I would have Makato do that to me. I milked every last drop until there was none left.

He fell back into one of his chair and I just lay sprawled out on the desk as we both caught our breath after that intense experience. I felt completely drained and totally satisfied, a warm euphoric feeling flowing all over my body. Damn, I really was a sick bitch if I got this turned on by a rough rape fantasy. Still, I licked my lips a little; it would seem I rather liked being a sick little teenage slut. I like it quite a bit.

It took a while before I finally sat up. Thinking over the fight earlier, a rather obvious question had come to mind.

“By the way,” I asked Bruce, my voice still a little shaky from the exertion, “Who’s the whore?”

“Huh?” Bruce asked, still a little bleary eyed.

“That short guy called someone ‘whore’ twice before.” I explained, “Does he mean your girlfriend?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t want someone coming in here and getting all pissed because I screwed her boyfriend, that’s all.”

That was a lie; of course, I was really interested in what Bruce’s business was and who was involved in it with him. Everything I could learn about Bruce or Michiko, or anyone I recognized from before for that matter, could possibly lead to an answer. Knowledge, as they say, is power.

He chucked and smiled a little, “Maybe in her dreams. No, he meant my partner. Nobuko-san, she co runs the business with me.”

I thought about asking him strait out what his business was, but I was pretty sure he’d stick saying electronics. Winning his trust would more then likely take a whole lot more then just taking it up the ass from him. Still, he and Michiko were my only real links to what was going on. I had to endear myself to him and insert myself in his life a bit. Well, we could start with the sex, and work our way from there. I sure as hell wouldn’t have minded a second course.

There was a buzzing sound from my purse. I jump down without bothering to get dressed and pulled my cell phone out, thinking it might be Makato. My hopes were deflated when I found it was just a text from my mother asking where I was and if I’d be home for dinner. Damn, I really wanted to be with Makato so badly, more so then anyone else, I wanted to do all the nasty stuff I’d been doing with him.

My giddy thoughts were interrupted by a figure entering the office. It was a woman, who stopped in surprise when she saw the two of us naked. A smile crept across her face. My mouth dropped open as I saw her: She had close cut short spiky hair, dyed a blue color, and a wide face with narrow eyes. Her body was lean and muscular, well revealed under the shorts and leather top punk rock outfit she was wearing. Her breasts were small, practically non existent, A cups at best, and quite a bit smaller then my then mine, I noticed with a little satisfaction. You could see tattoos all over her body. She wore knee high punk boots, tightened in the front by several metal studded straps.

I suppressed a screech when she walked in, and fought down the urge to grab my gun.

Bruce chuckled a little, “Speak of the devil, konnichi wa, Nobuko-chan.”

A wide grin spread across her face as she looked up and down our naked bodies, “Konnichi wa, Bruce-san. I see you’re finally starting to appreciate the young stuff.”

Bruce introduced me, “This is Keiko-chan, she was a big help to me.”

“I bet.” She giggled.

“In more ways then that.” He muttered.

Nobuko-chan leaned over looking at me playfully, “Why hello there, Keiko-chan. I’m Inoue Nobuko.”

I couldn’t answer, my mouth was dry and I was speechless in my shock as seeing her. I knew her name. I had met her before: She had been a freelance mercenary that both myself and Bruce had associated with in the old days. Although she was Japanese, she had not had any real attachment to any particular country of government; effectively a spy for hire (ironically, her name means “faithful child”). She was particularly useful in operations where the powers that be needed plausible deniability for an operation. She was very good at what she did, if particularly trigger happy and brawl obsessed, to say nothing of completely self serving.

I had known Nobuko for a long time, and had been in quite a few tight spots with her. As Tako, we had been lovers for a long while. Not in the sense that we contemplate marriage and kids or anything, but we had definitely had a very intense and very sexual relationship. I couldn’t count the number of times we’d spent locked away in some cheap motel while shove my cock into every hole she had. Somewhat ironic that now I was the one he needed the cock in all my holes.

But that wasn’t why I was so shocked to see her: Like Bruce, the Nobuko I knew was dead. In fact, I was completely and totally positive that she was dead, without mistake.

Because I was the one who had killed her.


*Roughly about $3,750,000 US; which is how much one of these costs. In reality, they’re not actually street legal, and are manufactured only for race track events.

**About $5,600.000 USD, more or less.