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The elevator doors closed and Alex was given a moment to herself as she went up. That same classical piece playing in the lobby was also playing inside the elevator. Unlike in the lobby, the music was volume was turned up slightly so Alex could hear it clearly. She didn't recognize it since it wasn't any of the more famous pieces she'd heard. Just a piano playing a piece that some long dead European wrote ages ago. The inside of the elevator was a gold hue and everything but the floor had a reflection. Alex could see herself from two different angles in the mirror like walls. The soft *ding* sound let her know she'd arrived on the floor she wanted. As soon as the doors opened a young dark haired girl nearly ran straight into Alex in her hast to get inside. She wore a pink party dress that had what looked like some cake frosting smeared on her skirt. The little girl stared up at Alex in shock before shyly mumbling _Excuse me..._ as she rushed inside the elevator. Stepping into the hall the first door Alex spots had party balloons and streamers decorating it, letting everyone know a birthday party was taking place there. The young brunette turned right and saw room 503 at the end of the hall.

It wasn't long before the young brunette was standing in front of the door to her landlady's apartment. She'd never had a real conversation with Miss Voreman before since her mother always seemed to deal with her. From what she could remember, the woman was rather pushy when it came to collecting rent. Normally she had the manager for their own apartment complex come to collect, but there were occasions when she'd show up if the situation required. Before Alex could knock, the door suddenly swung open and she was standing right in front of the woman that held their future in her hands.

[Assistant] "Right on time..." Miss Voreman smiled. "You must be Alex. I'm Therese Vorman, it is so good to finally meet you."

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Alex was glad to be trapped in this room, as it was completely different to what she had expected and she was quite close to having some kind of melt down. She tried to pull herself together but the classical music was not exactly helping her as she was shaking still. She was trying to calm and by the time she reached the floor she was meant to be on her breathing was back under control. She listened to the ding that distracted her, and slowly looked outside to the floor she had landed on. She stepped out but at the same time she didn't want to move any closer so she waited even longer as she was very nervous about getting out again. She was surprised about the fact that a girl nearly ran in to her as she stepped out the way, she looked surprised when the girl mumbled to her but she was sure she was out of the way soon. She turned right though, and she saw the room she wanted to avoid going to. She couldn't get any closer to the room without running but it took a long few moments for her to approach.

When she was in front of the woman's apartment she couldn't help but feel more and weirder. She was surprised when she realized she had never actually spoken to this woman before and yet the woman decided she wanted her... it just seemed like it was an unrealistic goal. She wanted to run, but as she went to turn and run the woman who pretty much held her future was in front of her. She couldn't help but let her eyes widen comically, as if she wanted to run as far as she could possibly run. But she didn't.

She looked surprised when the woman spoke and she breathed slowly to calm herself before replying with a slow smile. "Y-yes, it's nice to meet you too."

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"Well?" The older woman smiled. "Don't just stand out there, come inside you silly girl!" Miss Voerman took Alex's jacket and hung it up on a rack just next to the door before gesturing her to follow her. She lead them into the living room which displayed Miss Voerman's wealth quite well. It wasn't the largest apartment, but it was certainly bigger and grander than her mother's. Jackie did her best to make their home presentable, but in contrast with this it made their own apartment look very messy and chaotic.

Everything here seemed to be ordered, down to the angle of each pillow on the couch. Alex instantly smelled a pleasant floral scent in the air, possibly jasmine. She could even see a jacuzzi outside on the deck through the windows. Just past the deck, the apartment had an amazing view overlooking the river and bridge Alex took to get here. Miss Voerman herself looked just as expensive as the apartment she lived in. She wore a red dress with a slit to show off her leg and what was unmistakably diamonds adorning her earrings. Her blonde hair had a lovely shine and bounced as she walked around. She had the looks of a movie star.

"Come, sit down." Miss Voerman pointed to a spot on her couch as she went behind the bar and pulled out two glasses. "It's so wonderful to finally speak to you Alex. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to talk to you myself those times I've met your mother. I adore Jackie, really I do. It's unfortunate that I have to crack the whip when she's late on those payments..." The well dressed woman uncorked a bottle of red wine and began to pour into each glass. "Oh! I'm sorry, are you fine with red wine dear?"

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Alex couldn't help but feel a bit shocked, though on command she did enter the apartment as if she suddenly snapped out of her shock. She blushed as her jacket was hung up, she felt like she was the most messy thing in the woman's apartment and she should probably just leave. She did however follow the woman in to the living room and she felt her eyes widen a little at the display of wealth from the room alone. She was pretty certain her entire apartment could fit in this room alone, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. She also couldn't stand the way that everything was in order, as it made her feel like she couldn't move in the room and she daren't relax for fear of breaking something with one step. She did however glance out to the Jacuzzi and allow herself a tiny smile as she imagined the woman relaxing in it. But as soon as the image left her, so did the smile. However the smell of jasmine was slowly making her relax again, her eyes darting around the room and to the woman as if she was unsure of the way to proceed. She had to behave here, and she couldn't let her anger at her mother make an appearance in this house.

When she was told to sit she moved to the spot pointed to and lowered herself in to it instead of flopping down like she might at home. She let her eyes settle on the woman and she seemed surprised by the woman's admission. She felt her anger bubble a little as her mother's tardiness was addressed, as she knew it wasn't intentional. "She doesn't mean to be late Ma'am... It's just that she has a lot to do and it slips her mind..." She stumbled over her excuses, knowing that it wasn't going to get her anywhere in reality.

The question made the young girl blush as she thought about it. "I'm too young to drink ma'am." She answered softly, though she clearly wouldn't mind breaking the rule if the woman was to give her alcohol. She was very much in the mood to loosen herself up a little.

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The woman smiled at her answer and continued pouring. "Truly? You could have fooled me. You seem very mature for your age. I admire your honesty, it's so hard to come by this quality these days. Perhaps this one night you might make an exception? Please indulge me Alex." The wealthy blonde's heels clicked on the marble floor as she carried the two now filled glasses over to the couch where Alex was. She sat right next to the teenager and handed her a glass of red wine. "Honest and pretty... your mother is very lucky to have such a wonderful daughter."

Miss Voerman leaned back in her spot as she took a sip of her drink. Alex could see the woman's eyes look her up and down, a growing smile on her red lips as she did so. "Truth be told, honesty is precisely what I'm looking for. Everyday I deal with the stresses of work and managing of various other ventures that build up to an intolerable headache week after week. I'm in need of someone willing to take some time out of their day to ease that burden I carry. Make things more manageable and organized which could range from organizing my messages and emails to simply giving a much needed talk to a trusted friend. I suppose you can call this part the interview." She smiled. "Please, tell me about yourself Alex. What you like to do for recreation, your family, classes... lovers. Be open with me."

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Alex doubted being dishonest would help in this situation, though as the woman spoke she couldn't help but smile a little as if she was flattered by those words. She still seemed a little hesitant to accept the glass though she knew it was rude to say no again. "Just this once." She offered, though she knew to be careful with the amount that she drunk as she had to drive home again later on. As the woman moved over to her Alex did her best not to fidget as she desperately wanted to, she was still very childish in that manner as when she felt nervous she loved to shuffle and make herself feel a lot better by doing so. She blushed more at the woman's words. "Thank you for being so kind, though I am not a wonderful daughter. I am merely an economic liability in her eyes."

She watched as the woman leaned back, and she allowed the eyes to inspect her despite feeling awkwardly tense under them. She listened carefully as the woman spoke, and she found that it would appear that this woman was feeling lonely and just in need of a person. That... was something Alex could do---or so she told herself. She smiled encouragingly as she seemed to take things in, as if she wanted to process before speaking.

This was where she was destined to stumble---she hated talking about herself to people. But she knew she had to do it. "There's only me and mom so family is... awkward to say the least. Most of the time I am either at home or at school, I'm really determined to do well at school so I don't end up in the position my mom is in." She cringed as she spoke and looked embarrassed. "Sorry I didn't mean to make it sound bad... but I want to do something good with my life... have a home and a proper family instead of just cohabiting with a child who would rather run a mile you know?" She spoke shyly, her cheeks heated.

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"Sometimes it's hard to see the wisdom in a mother's decisions." Miss Voerman admitted after another sip. "A daughter will not always understand, but I think you will find that mothers do whatever is in their power to provide for their children. I may not always be obvious, but Jackie cares a great deal for you Alex. I myself never cared for my own mother, but it breaks my heart to see what could be fine relationship turn sour between a mother and daughter."

The glamorous woman took Alex's hand into her own giving it a gentle squeeze. "Daughters are a treasure that too often are not given the appreciation they deserve. But that appreciation goes both ways, wouldn't you agree?" Miss Voerman smiled and seemed to enjoy holding Alex's hand very much. She rubbed and caressed her hand in a motherly fashion, yet the older woman's expression came off almost as seductive and excited. Her eyes were hard to avoid as they looked deeply into Alex, making this much more intimate than was proper.

"Oh pardon me." Miss Voerman laughed as she pulled her hands back to her own lap. "I hope you're not terribly uncomfortable with physical contact. I tend to forget that not everyone is as open about it as me. I simply, love making connections with others..."

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Alex sipped her own glass of wine delicately, trying to be careful with what she drank as she knew it would be bad for her to become too relaxed and not be aware of what this woman expected from her. She did however let her head down as she heard that her mother cared about her and her free hand clenched and unclenched reflexively as unfamiliar emotions assaulted her. She did however like that the woman was trying to make her understand, even without explicitly saying is nicer to your mother. She may ever begin to be a bit nicer.

Feeling her previously clenched hand being taken in the woman's made her relax it again, worried that she might upset the woman in some way. "I think it goes both ways... but often it goes without being noticed and causes a break down in relationships." She answered softly, shyly looking back in the other woman's eyes as if that was what would protect her from everything going shits up. Even if she had caused it.

Each touch to her hand was making Alex relax more and more, allowing the woman to do what she wanted as she knew it would be stupid to pull back and stop the woman before she knew what she was wanted for. She found herself falling in the woman's eyes, as if she had nothing else to catch her which in many ways was an accurate description of how she felt about her mother now. When the woman pulled her hand back the younger girl hesitated, as if she wasn't sure how to react. She quickly moved her hand back to her leg and she smiled at the explanation, her eyes finally dropping to avoid Miss V's own eyes. "Its fine, I don't mind really."

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"You're such a sweet girl Alex." The woman smiled, and sighed. "I never had a daughter, I've always wanted one. Everything seems to conspire to rob me of this one wish. Sometimes life can be cruel to those who court success. Perhaps there is such a thing as karma... I've had to do some rather unkind things to get where I am and this is the way the world punishes me. It's silly really. I have property in the Bahamas and a closet that holds practically any dress I want..."

Miss Voerman stared into her glass for a moment before taking another sip. "...and yet, I can't think of anything that would make me happier than to braid my daughter's beautiful hair. Oh Alex... if I could have a daughter, I'd want her to be as sweet and pretty as you..." The older woman for the first time looked sad and melancholy. She still looked glamorous even in this state, but her confident and sparkling demeanor were gone, letting Alex see a woman that very few have probably seen before. She looked much more relatable and approachable. Miss Voerman's gaze drifted from her own glass and noticed Alex's was getting low.

"Oh my, listen to me go on and on!" She suddenly perked up. "Let me refill that for you dear." Miss Voerman brought the bottle over and poured the teenager more wine before she could refuse and refilled her own glass before settling down next to Alex again. "I can't thank you enough for coming here and listen to my silly problems and thoughts. But this is helping immensely. It really is."

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Alex seemed surprised by the compliment and she smiled shyly in return, as if waiting for the other foot to drop. She seemed surprised to hear that her new 'employer' felt this way. She listened silently a she head the way that the woman felt, and she was overcome with the need to cuddle the woman. She just wanted to help the woman out, and make her feel a little bit better than she did at that moment. She could tell the woman wanted to have a child and yet she had none. "It's not too late though right... you still could?" She was trying desperately to cheer the woman up but it seemed she was still in a saddened mood. She was so surprised by the next few words to escape the woman though as it went against everything she had ever believed about herself and what parents and daughters should be like. "I think that's a sweet dream to have ma'am, I don't really know what to say to make it better." She sounded worried.

Alex could see the glamorous way that was still there on this woman's beautiful way but at the same time there was a soulful sadness that was somewhat scary considering how the girl barely knew her. She saw the confidence was missing and she just wanted to wrap her up in her arms and let her know that it was okay. She was tempted to cuddle the woman and just try to comfort her. But she stayed where she was, letting the woman see how awkward she felt about touching the woman. It was probably a silly thing now. When the woman offered to go and get more immediately Alex reacted to attempt to stop her, though she didn't managed too with enough speed.

When the wine was topped up the younger woman looked at it before listening to the woman again and offering a soft smile to her. She put her own glass down shyly before she gently hugged the woman's side, hiding her head as she did. "I'm not doing anything, other than letting you say what you want to get out ma'am." She smiled shyly, happy about the woman opening up how she wanted to. Slowly she pulled back and hid her face shyly behind her hair.

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"Please, call me Therese." She giggled. "I can't have my special confidant put herself at such a distance by being so formal. You should be honest and open with me, as I with you."

Therese set her glass down and got close with the teen. She pulled Alex into a hug that felt very genuine and strangely not awkward at all. Like this woman had known her very well and they already had a friendly relationship. Her expensive perfume filled Alex's senses with a very pleasant sensation that made their embrace all the more intimate. Therese leaned back again, except holding Alex's hand again and letting her fingers mingle with her own. The sexy look in the woman's eyes as well as the bare shoulders and generous view of her cleavage reminded the young girl of one of those femme fatales in old movies.

"I want you, to be yourself around me." She said as she brushed some of Alex's hair away from her face and behind her ear.

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The offer of a personal name seemed surprising to the younger woman and she nodded a little, her head dropping a little shyly as she wasn't sure how to deal with having somebody want her to be close. "I'll do my best." She answered softly, almost reluctant to be honest.

When the woman got closer to her Alex's automatic reaction was to lean back but she refused to do it, and she just watched cautiously until she was pulled in to an embrace. She seemed surprised at first but she wound her arms carefully around the woman and allowed such an embrace to provide comfort or at least some kind of help to the woman. However each inhale of perfume was making her feel dizzy and more intimate than she had ever felt with another woman. When Therese leaned back Alex seemed a little bit spaced out, as if she was slightly lost. But she was still alert and bale to tell that the woman was holding her hand dearly and she was showing more to her than anybody ever had. Though that made Alex feel a little bit uncomfortable if she was honest with herself about what was happening.

"Which version?" She teased softly, though shy eyes peeked up at Therese's as she blushed shyly and smiled at the touch to move her hair.

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Therese smiled at Alex's bit of humor and looked as if she wanted to say something, but may have lost the words as they were forming. Her hand did not remove itself from Alex's cheek, indeed the older woman began to tenderly caress her skin. Slowly, she moved her fingers till they rested just under the teenager's chin and their faces become quite close. Urging her forward, Therese lead Alex by the chin into a kiss. She felt the woman's other hand wrap around her waist, keeping her from pulling away and also exploring her slender figure. Alex could feel Therese's lips form a smile as they dominated her mouth. The red dressed woman finally broke the sudden kiss and gave a seductive sigh.

"Mmmmmm....The one I see in front of me would do just fine."

[User] Alex had been partially honest in what she had said to Therese; there were many versions of her that she used to keep people from getting too close in some ways. She felt the caress to her cheek and without thinking her eyes closed as she pressed closer to the touch. She felt it move though and guide her forward in to a kiss. She whimpered a little as she felt it, trying to pull back before giving in and letting the woman dominate her mouth. For Alex it was scary as she had never been kissed like that before. "I'm sure she will..." She said softly.

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The older woman gazed into the teen's eyes, quite pleased by her response. She gave almost a relieved expression, seeing Alex's acceptance of her advances, followed by a sultry look as she traced her fingers along the younger girl's lips. She moved in, pressing up against her so she was trapped against the couch. Therese again pulled her in for a kiss, slowly making her way down, kissing Alex's chin, her lower jaw, and finally her soft vulnerable neck. The blonde woman's hand slipped into Alex's locking their fingers together as her lips kissed and lightly sucked on the teen's neck. In doing so she proudly marked her, leaving behind two prominent hickeys clearly to be seen. She rose up to meet Alex's gaze again running her fingers through her soft brown hair.

"I knew there was something special about you." Therese cooed in her ear. "From the moment I laid eyes on you... I could just tell. You were the one to help me."

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Alex couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the way that Therese was acting; she had been told she was here to work---not to be seduced. She shifted uncomfortably when she saw the sultry look, but she didn't pull away from the fingers on her lips. As soon as she was trapped against the couch though she squirmed nervously, trying to shift away from the kiss. She squeaked as she felt the kisses going down her neck, her hands almost restrained as the woman left her mark. She continued trying to squirm away and yet she failed marginally, not quite escaping. As the hand came to her hair though she relaxed, seemingly finding that to be a soothing action. Maybe it was just a distraction.

"I'm not sure I understand." Alex said softly, her eyes flickering open as she inevitably started to squirm again. She couldn't believe her mother had willingly sent her here to do this, did she know what was happening?

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The fire place crackled, sending a few sparks up. The glowing heat seemed to reflect the mood in the air. Therese's hot breath on Alex's skin, the girl's chest rising up and down from her increased heart rate. Therese keenly aware of her own heart beating inside as she stared down at the girl below her. It was not lost on her Alex's attempts to squirm away from her grasp. The hesitation in her quite response. Therese smiled as she realized she might have gotten greedy far too soon. It pained her to see this look on Alex's face. Yet, Therese knew something was there. Even if there wasn't, she would make this girl understand.

"I think you do." Therese matched Alex's tone. "For the first time, I think you're beginning to understand who you truly are."

The woman's grip on the girl's hand loosened as she changed position, laying her head next to Alex's on the armrest. No longer trapped beneath her, Therese still held her with a gentle yet firm arm to keep her from running away. "You're contract states that you shall assist me in any way I choose..." Therese brings her hand to Alex's chest, feeling her heart thumping. "This is what I need."

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Alex was only too aware of her surroundings as she was far more focused on that than she was on this woman right then, she thought if she focused on everything but Therese she would be able to escape. She felt the woman staring at her and she squirmed uncomfortably, turning her head to the side as she tried to focus more on something else. She also knew that the woman was aware of her hesitation, maybe it would work in her favor. She did however seem to notice that the woman saw something in her that nobody else saw... she saw an opportunity. She did however know that she couldn't get out of this, she had to work for the woman to help her mother.

"I don't." Alex denied passionately, fear in her eyes as she stared at Therese. The soft tone did little to soothe the teen's panic.

As the grip loosened so that Therese could shift Alex shifted a tiny bit to offer more room despite not quite wanting to be in this position. She quelled her squirming a little bit, only now feeling uncomfortable by the arm that denied her freedom like she wanted. She frowned as she heard the woman speaking, her eyes closing as she heard the words that she had feared. "I never signed the contract..." Her feeble excuse came, and she knew how transparent it was. "Y-You don't need me for this," She tried to explain, finally glancing back to the blonde.


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Misaki slipped into a little black dress and a pair of high red heels. Even in the shoes, she barely achieved the same height as an American woman in flats. She paused in front of the mirror before leaving her room, satisfying herself that all was in order with her appearance. Tonight was for socializing and networking, not training, but it was still a work function and it was important to her and her boss that she was presentable. Misaki was not very highly placed in the company and it was a great honor that she'd been invited to attend this training and team-building cruise. A few minutes later, she arrived at the bar reserved for the event, glancing around as she strolled up to the bar. She gave the bartender a pleasant smile and ordered a martini in her accented but excellent English.

Taking her drink to a nearby table, Misaki slid nimbly onto the high barstool, one ankle crossed neatly over the other. She took a sip of her drink and sighed. It had been a long day and while she wasn't tired, she was definitely ready to do something less stressful than training. A few drinks and maybe some dancing and flirting sounded wonderful.

Her gaze slid across the room, lingering for a moment on a particularly attractive man. Misaki thought he was a little bit older than her, but not excessively so, and something about him absolutely fascinated her. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she couldn't take her eyes off him. She took another sip of her drink, her eyes meeting his over the rim of her glass.

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The company trip has gone on pretty well, with plenty of new products being revealed aboard the cruise, everyone being rewarded for their hard work with a place in this little getaway. In his late twenties, Samuel has been giving most of his life to build a career, to stabilize his finances before thinking about settling down. That doesn't mean that he kept fully to himself, and there were slight whispers that the product manager was quite active in the city nightlife. He often brushed them away, his impeccable record in the company speaking for himself as proof that whatever was being spoken about him bore little to no adverse effect on his performance. This night was a night to wind down the trip and to allow the employees to relax. Most were here without their spouses, and definitely no children. Every person was an employee with high promise or people who management has interest in, and Samuel was more than happy to go out and meet a few of them.

The night was young as Samuel checked out the semi-formal attire he wore. A dress shirt and pants with a jacket around him, something comfortable and yet classy among the other guests onboard the cruise. He ordered a drink of his own, a light fruity cocktail to provide that sweet tinge as he went around talking to people. Most were senior guys who did little to interest him other than the financial connections they provided, Samuel giving them the respectful bit of chatter, enough to know one another but not to get drawn out into long conversations. Was there anyone young enough that he could get to know?

Just as he thought of that, he caught the eyes of someone glancing at him from the side. An Asian woman, definitely not older than him, sipping away at her own drink alone. Samuel gave a smile, aware that she was looking, as he ordered a fresh drink before walking over slowly, the ship not rolling too much as he slid in next to her, a nod towards the bartender ensuring that the man knew when to top up their drinks. "It's been a long cruise, hasn't it?" Samuel chirped, taking a sip as he turned halfway, a comfortable position to face her. "Haven't seen you much around this ship. Let me guess, Japan Branch?"

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Misaki's cheeks flushed slightly as she realized that the handsome man had caught her looking at him. Still, she couldn't help giving a little sigh when he turned away to get another drink at the bar. She rarely felt physical attraction this strong toward someone and she would have liked to talk with him a little bit.

She realized that she was going to get her wish when he headed her direction after refilling his drink. Her lips quirked in a hint of a smile and she uncrossed her ankles and crossed them with the other one on top. Up close, he had a charismatic presence that was, if anything, more difficult to resist than his looks. She had the urge to reach out and put her hand on his thigh before he'd even finished his initial comment.

"Yes," she replied. "I'm Mr. Kimura's personal assistant, Misaki." She gave him a warm smile and plucked the olive-laden toothpick from her drink. Slowly, she lifted it to her lips, forming them into a little "o" and sucking the first olive off of the toothpick. She gave a sigh of pleasure as she bit into the salty fruit and dropped the toothpick with the two remaining olives back into her drink. "Which office are you from?"

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_So she was from the branch in Japan alright._ Samuel noted to himself, giving her a slight nod as his eyes followed the toothpick. He caught sight of her luscious lips, her smile, and how attractive she looked in that black dress. It matched her hair, and being one of the few Asians onboard the ship, she exudes a slightly exotic aura around her. Among a bunch of Europeans and Americans... Japan was the first station they established, and it seemed that they did provide a few talented individuals, as well as a pretty one.

"Ah, Mister Kimura. I've met him once, seems quite a capable manager." Samuel replied, taking a sip of his drink as he caught an eye of the neckline and keeping up his smile. This would be an interesting night indeed. "I come from the New York office, a product manager in charge of development as well as a liaison with HR." He replied. "Samuel is my name, nice to meet you, Miss Misaki." He continued. "That's a nice dress you have, I must say." Samuel said. "How's... the night going for you so far?"

[User] "Yes," Misaki replied, lifting her glass to her lips and taking a sip. Her cheeks colored just the tiniest hint as she realized her was looking at the hint of cleavage exposed by the neckline of her dress. "The pleasure is all mine, Mr Samuel," she said with a warm smile. She shrugged as he asked her how the night was going. "Alright. Better now that I've met you..." Her lips curved in a hint of a smile. She knew it was a little wicked to flirt with him so blatantly, but she couldn't resist.

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Oh, she was quite a talker alright. Samuel noted as he listened to her. That her night was better after meeting him? Oh but the night is still young, and with most of everyone away from their rooms, there would be quite a bit of space for the two to mix around away from the prying eyes of others.

But first, he needed to make sure that she was comfortable around him, and that called for a fresh glass of wine, Samuel gesturing that it was for the lady next to him.

"I don't often have the chance to drink and chat with a lady such as yourself, given work and all... To be frank, those involved in this training cruise might be reassigned to a new headquarters, therefore new products and a new lesson plan was drafted..." Samuel shared, taking a sip of his alcohol as he looked into Misaki's eyes. "I'd like to know more about a... potential future partner. Any... kids? Married? These sort of things. I guess I'll start. Single, currently not looking, and... you can drop the formalities, just call me Samuel." He said with a gentle wink towards her.

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Misaki took the glass of wine with a gleam of amusement in her eyes. She swallowed the last sip of her martini and sensually sucked the last olive off of the toothpick into her mouth before leaving the glass for the bartender to take.  "Mmm..." she sighed contently as he spoke. She took a sip of wine, gazing into his eyes. "Of course," she said in apparent innocence. "Isn't that part of the reason we're here?"

"I don't have a husband or children, much to my mother's lasting regret..." She shrugged to indicate she didn't feel the same way. While she'd consider getting serious with the right man, she hadn't found him yet. Her mother certainly wouldn't consider Samuel the right man, but at the moment she didn't care---she just wanted him.

"Call me Misaki," she said with a wave of her hand after taking another sip of wine.

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"Misaki." He repeated, raising his glass as he took a sip. _So she's single,_ Samuel thought, eyeing how she partook of the drink, a sign of trust as he nodded, allowing her to speak while he waited bu the side. She was in a way, playing with him, that teasing tone and choice of words picked up as his smile widened. He allowed them some time to continue drinking, tasting the strong wine before he looked around, noting that plenty of people were around them. It was getting less conducive to know one another. Better make a move before someone spots them and conjures a rumor, Samuel thought.

"Say, would you like to come over to my room and chill out? It's getting... noisy around here. I do have a small sauna and jacuzzi if you'd like to sweat off the alcohol, or we could continue to drink more. I do have a few bottles from my boss. She was originally assigned the luxury suite but had to drop it at the last moment, therefore I did receive the room all for myself." Samuel said, leaning in to whisper into her ear.

[User] Misaki smiled as he said her name and took another sip of wine. She didn't plan on drinking much more, at least for a while. She was a small woman and she didn't want to get more than a bit buzzed. Her lips quirked slightly when he asked her if she'd like to come to his room and chill, slowly curving into a grin as he told her he had a sauna and jacuzzi. "Mmm..." she sighed with a shiver of excitement "Sounds lovely..."

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Samuel smiled, a hand daring slipping over to her waist as he guided her down, finishing his drink with his other hand as the two walked down towards the corridor, heading for their rooms. "Do you need to get a change of clothes? Maybe a bathing suit if you'd like." He whispered, subtly prompting her to get something which could fit the mood. It would not be good for Misaki to go into the pool in her underwear, getting them wet would not be ideal. Perhaps there might be something in her inventory which might spice the night up even more...

It was a large suite with its own small pool, glass doors separating the room from the small balcony. A large bed was nearby, so were some couches and a small fridge where a bottle of honey mead was kept in. Samuel went about the appropriate work quickly, guiding Misaki gently into the room as he prepared the hot bath. A couple of glasses were prepared, Samuel filling them with some alcohol but also passing Misaki a cup of cool water to refresh her palate, as well as being a cool drink to have before entering the hot bath.

Off his shirt went, Samuel pulling it off after a quick unbuttoning of the garment. His body was toned, six packs and all showing a body well worked in the gym. The water was warm to the touch, Samuel getting in before he turned towards Misaki, a hand prompting her to come over, but not before taking off that dress to show him what was hidden underneath...

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Misaki gave a little wriggle and a sigh of pleasure as Samuel's hand slid around her waist as he helped her slide down off the high chair. She slid her hand around his waist, her fingers hooking into his belt. "Hmm..." she replied, tilting her head, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she decided she wanted to step into the jacuzzi naked. "No, I don't need anything," she told him, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. She followed Samuel to his suite. Compared to her tiny and windowless, if nicely appointed room, it was palatial. She glanced around with wide eyes, her eyes gleaming as they slid over the large bed, the pool, the wide balcony, and the intimate jacuzzi. "Goodness!"

She watched him pour glasses of icy water and something golden and almost certainly alcoholic. She accepted the glass of water with a smile and took a deep draught. Her eyes lingered appreciatively on Samuel as he pulled off his shirt. Not only was he amazingly good-looking in his suit, he had a strikingly toned body. She smiled as he stepped into the water and gestured for her to join him. Light on her feet, even in her high heels, she turned around, her back to him as she reached behind her to unzip her dress, slowly revealing a sliver of creamy flesh and little stripes of red lace in the middle of her back and the base of her spine.

Misaki turned around again, taking another couple steps closer to Samuel where he waited in the water before she reached up to push her dress down and off of her shoulders. She stepped out of it as it fell around her feet, standing in front of Samuel in nothing but her red bra and panties and her red high heels. A smile on her lips, she reached up and unclasped her bra, sliding it gracefully off of her body before tossing it behind her on top of her dress. Her breasts were nicely-sized and firm, her nipples already slightly hard. She slid her hands down her sides, slowly pushing her panties down over her slim hips. Those two swiftly fell around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her high heels. A couple more steps brought her to the jacuzzi. She smiled, stepped out of her heels, and stepped into the water. She gave a sigh of pleasure as she sank into the warm water.

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Seeing her strip down to her underwear brought a smile to his face, Samuel eyeing her with a hunger in his eyes as he visually devoured her figure. Her red underwear fell off, revealing a well shaped figure with ample breasts and generous hips. She was curvy for some Japanese girls, he knew, Samuel making way as she slid off her heels, his reaction already telling from the way he eyed her, his manhood hard and begging for attention. When Misaki sat, there was little time for he to be alone. Samuel pushed himself over, the hot water of the jacuzzi nothing as he held her shoulders gently, facing her with the wall of the tub behind the lovely woman.

"How daring." He said with a smile, his eyes openly looking at her breasts, a devilish smirk coming onto his face as he leaned in closer. His lips pressed against her's, Samuel asserting himself like a hungry predator against his prey, fingers leaving her shoulder to catch a full globe in his hand. He molded her lightly, thumb brushing against her nipples more than once as he massaged that sensitive breast. Breaking off after a few seconds, he stared right into her face, his piercing eyes focused on her, tongue sliding across his lips to show his hunger, his desire.

"Is this your first time with a man?" He growled kneeling on the floor of the tub as his groping hand gave her nipple a final pinch, before sliding downwards to caress her milky thigh.

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Misaki shivered in delight at the way Samuel was eying her, lust in his eyes even as she glanced down to see his hard, throbbing manhood. He didn't leave her alone for long, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. Back against the Jacuzzi wall, she smiled at him. She enjoyed the thought that he could easily hold her pinned there. Her lips parted in a sigh of delight as he looked openly over her firm breasts. She kissed him back passionately, her lips parting in another moan of delight as he grasped her breast in his hand and again as he began to tease at her nipple. It hardened quickly at his touch.

She smiled at him, her eyes bright with desire, a shiver running through her at the hungry way he licked his lips. She reached up, trailing her fingers slowly down the hard planes of his chest, lifting her hand from his body only as her fingers slid below his navel. "No," she replied, "but I've never been with a man as big as you." A sigh and a shiver of delight ran through her body as his fingers slid down to stroke her thigh. "I want it so bad..."

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"Such a naughty girl are you?" Samuel replied, lifting Misaki up a little so her breasts were above the water. His mouth went to work, sucking and biting her breast lightly, teeth gently grinding against a hardened nipple. A hand moved along her thigh, fingers finding her slit as the warm water flooded her insides. A finger slipped in, Samuel looking up to eye the woman as he thrust her lightly, slipping in another finger after a short while to keep her filled with two hardworking digits.

His other hand reached out to grab at the edge of the pool, reaching her discarded underwear as he pulled her panties over. Dunking it into the water, the fabric went right into Misaki's mouth as Samuel continued to grope her, his mouth ravishing her perfect breasts.

"Alright, next." Samuel growled, reaching into his pants and tossing the wet garment aside. His manhood was big, erect and hungry. A rough jerk had Misaki taken away from the wall, made to sit on his lap as if to straddle him lightly. There, he grabbed a hand and guided it to his raging erection, Samuel's mouth breaking off as he reached towards Misaki's ear. "Stroke it. Pleasure me."

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Misaki shivered with delight and gave a wordless little nod. It was definitely naughty, but she couldn't get it out of her mind, especially as he so easily lifted her from the water to access her bare breasts. Sparks of pleasure ran through her as he began to suck and bite her nipple, only intensifying as he slid a finger inside her. She moaned in pleasure, her body squirming as he added a second finger. Her dark eyes were bright and warm with delight when she met his gaze.

They went wide when he lifted the panties he'd just dunked in the jacuzzi to her parted lips, her sex clenching around his fingers. With a shiver and a groan, she opened her mouth enough for him to stuff them inside. If she hadn't already been slick with arousal, she was pretty sure that would have gotten her instantly wet. Her fingers clenched against her thighs and she gave a slightly muffled moan as Samuel freed his manhood from his pants. It was hard, erect, and even bigger than she'd imagined. She wanted it inside her, wanted something bigger than his admittedly wonderfully skilled fingers filling her.

She groaned again when he jerked her up, loving the effortless way he lifted her. She kind of hoped he'd lower her right down onto his shaft. He didn't, by the way he grabbed her hand would have made it clear what he wanted even if he hadn't told her exactly what he wanted. She wasted no time in wrapping her slim fingers around his length and beginning to stroke his erection. She wrapped the fingers of her other hand around his upper arm. She was too eager to use much artifice when she finally had his thick shaft in her hand.

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The way she stroked him made him even harder, Samuel continuing to assault her breasts, continuing to savor the model-like body. The way she tightened as he fingered her, Samuel knew she would soon be ready. "Alright... here we go..." He whispered, lifting her up before turning so he leaned against the wall, before lining his manhood against her pulsing womanhood. "I won't go easy here."

Slowly, he lowered her, Misaki being penetrated slowly as he gave a soft moan. Water parted as he entered her, his fingers replaced by a hard and thick shaft begging for a woman's core. His hips began to move, bumping his groin into hers as Samuel began a slow rhythm, taking pleasure in this exotic beauty in both her looks and her body.

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Misaki moaned and wriggled in pleasure as Samuel continued to suck and gently bite her nipples while he fingered her sex. It was pleasurable and teasing and she wanted more, which just gave her more incentive to continue enthusiastically stroking his swiftly hardening cock. If the way he was fingering her was any indication, he wanted to be inside her as much as she wanted it.

Her dark eyes bright with pleasure, she nodded at his whispered warning, a shiver of pleasure running through her as he lifted her up again and again as she felt the thick head of his manhood line press slightly against her sex. She loved that his body was so firm and hard against hers. She groaned with desire as he told her he wasn't going to go easy with her. She didn't want him to, but she couldn't tell him that without pulling her wet panties from her mouth and she didn't want to do that either, so she settled for nodding again.

She gave a loud, albeit slightly, muffled moan as he penetrated her, the water that had filled her gushing out around his shaft as it filled her tight depths. He was so big! She belatedly realized that he'd probably been right to finger her first. She squirmed, becoming accustomed to the feeling of being stretched and his thick shaft thrusting into her. He was actually taking it slower than she'd expected given his warning, but she didn't think that was going to last long, only until he decided she could take more.


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"I don't know why I'm bothering with this training. I can't beat them. I should be out there living my last few days, not here with you people being yelled at all day to do this and do that and try this and try that. Why am I the only one who has accepted my fate?! I hate this island! I hate that bitch! I hate those fucking bubbles," the brunette Jojo slammed his fist down on the table in front of him and it cracked, "I know what you're going to say next. 'Don't call her a bitch, she's out Master. Have some respect for her.' Well don't say it. I don't want to hear it. If these rings don't kill me, those freaks are. It took three days to climb out of that oil pit and I haven't learned anything since. I only have twenty-three days left. I don't have time to be learning this slow paced shit."

Jojo collapsed himself into the nearest chair and buried his face in his hands. He gagged a little as his breathing went off pace due to his stress and the breathing mask choked him. He was a man subject to his emotions. Right now, he was in utter despair and didn't know how to pull himself free of it. All he wanted to do was go back home, climb into his bed, eat his food, and hang out with his friends. Would he get to see his Grandmother before he died? She meant the world to him. It was her who had raised him after his mother and father died in a tragic fire accident when he was five. She had lived such a hard life and he wondered if it would kill her to find out she outlived not only her husband, child, but her grandchild as well. He always hated when he caused her pain. It seemed to be what he was best at doing though.

He wished he was back at his favorite bar back home with a pretty girl in his arms and a beer in his hand. It had only been a week at Lisa Lisa's island and he was going stir crazy. The crazy mask she had stuck on his face wasn't helping matters. The moment he didn't take care to watch his breathing, it started to suffocate him. He hadn't slept more than a handful of hours since getting out of that pit. He was tired, hungry, and miserable. A black mood. That's what his grandmother called it. It didn't happen often, but when it did, it was hard to pull him out of it. She said his grandfather had fallen into a mood like this once, but it hadn't lasted long.

Jojo growled and grabbed a cup from the table in front of him and threw it across the room. It shattered against the wall and he reached for another one of the cups. He wanted to break everything.

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"Does he ever shut up? Does he really think that people listen to him when he goes on and on? I could be training right now, but instead I'm babysitting. He's such a liability. I can't believe he got himself into such a situation in the first place---actually I can." Caesar's features were outwardly calm as he blinked slowly in Jojo's direction, waiting for his predictable temper to settle down. He was impossible to talk to when he got so worked up, and so Caesar tried to just let him have at it until he got bored.

A slender eyebrow twitched and a frown crossed his features as he insulted Lisa Lisa, parting his lips in order to give Jojo a firm scolding. Unfortunately he was pre-empted, and instead remained silent as the rather expensive table was cracked cleanly down the middle. He folded his arms over his chest and cocked his head to one side, rolling his eyes as the cups were next to face Jojo's irritation.

"You're so hopeless." He muttered, striding forwards to slap the hand away from the china. "Our Master is doing all of this for you. She's trying to help you. Even I'm trying to help you! And all you do is throw yourself around like an idiot..." He sighed heavily, lifting a hand to rub at his forehead. "I don't know much much more of your whining I can handle.... that mask hasn't quieted you down at all, which is a shame."

There was no real venom to his tone---the effort it had taken the both of them to climb the oil pit had bonded them together in a funny sort of way. Theirs was a prickly friendship, but a friendship nonetheless. "...you need to try and breathe better. That's the only way to improve..." They both knew what was at stake. Caesar sure as hell didn't want Jojo to die. Maybe he needed a break? But would Lisa Lisa ever allow it? Hmm...

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It wasn't as if Jojo was all together ungrateful for what Caesar and Lisa Lisa were doing for him. He knew they were trying to give him his best chance possible at surviving this. It wasn't like he had to help him. After all, it was his own fault he was in this situation. He appreciated it, even if he didn't seem to at the moment. They wanted him to survive, but he was finding the idea of survival at this point to be unobtainable. They were wasting their time on him. Despite his lashing out, what he really wanted was for them to stop wasting their time on a lost cause. Deep down, he knew there was nothing wrong with the training or his trainers. It was him. Jojo knew he was the one who had the problem. He was hopeless and they had yet to see that. When they did, would they regret having wasted their time on him?

As Caesar finally laid into him, he narrowed his eyes and glared as hard as he could over the mask after having his hand smacked away. He knew his outburst was out of line, but he couldn't seem to help it. Jojo tried to steady his breathing and after another moment of choking, he finally got it settled and was breathing more easily.

He didn't hate the blond man. He even considered him a friend. One of the only people in the world that could even come close to understanding what he was going through and trying to accomplish. He wished their friendship actually had a chance at surviving. They were not only very different people, but he was sure Caesar would be outliving him shortly. He respected Caesar's control over his abilities and his emotions. It was something Jojo was seriously lacking.

"I'm sorry..." he didn't say that often. Jojo tended to believe that apologies were a waste of time. No point in excusing a behavior that had already happened and couldn't be changed, "I'm not used to be cooped up like this."

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Caesar had expected Jojo to launch into another tirade about how life was so unfair, about how their training was too hard and their Master too strict. He was prepared to roll his eyes and just leave him to his whining... what he wasn't prepared for was the apology. He blinked slowly, lips parting in a subtle display of surprise before he abruptly closed them and folded his arms over his chest. It sounded genuine, and the more he looked at his rather glum companion, the more Caesar felt his resolve wavering.

How would he feel if he thought he was going to die? The prospect of facing three near-Gods wasn't terribly positive, and Caesar could hardly claim that he would fair much better in Jojo's situation. "I... guess it has been a while since we landed here..." He mused aloud, pursing his lips and deftly fingering his bandanna for a few moments.

"Alright, I've decided." He nodded, clapping his hands together and offering Jojo one of his usual charming smiles---one could almost swear that actual glittering stars burst around him when he did that. "I don't want to deal with your moodiness, so I'm taking you out. I think we could both do with some relaxation..." He paused, tilting his head to one side. "I'll explain to Master when we get back." _Assuming she doesn't kill me on the spot._ he mused. "Get your things together, Jojo."

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What Caesar had said didn't fully register in Jojo's mind right away. In his mind, the other man was telling him to grow up and work his ass off. Pushing him to do more and being all whiny about it, because Caesar always sounded whiny in his head. Lisa Lisa's little kiss ass. That's how he saw Caesar in his mind some of the time. This was an opposite to the other times when he saw Caesar as someone better than himself. Someone who had taken care of himself most of his life and become stronger for it, meanwhile he'd lived a rather comfortable and relaxed life in comparison. It took a few minutes for him to realize that Caesar wasn't kissing up about Lisa Lisa or himself this time. He was actually trying to help him. Not lecture him.

"Wait... what?" Jojo looked up and saw the other man smiling as he said to get his things together, "We're getting off this island?" it was a beautiful place, but it was all built for training. There was so little to do outside of working ones ass off. Other than flirting with Lisa Lisa's maid, Suzy Q, who wasn't very receptive to his advances, he had nothing else to do. Jojo was sure if he could take this damn mask off, that Suzy would take him more seriously. She was a cute girl. The kind he flirted with back home. Also the same kind who wouldn't let him lay a finger on her till she had a ring on her finger. Jojo couldn't really see himself getting married any time soon.

"We're really going to get out of here?" he wanted a good, hard drink and food that was bad for him. He wanted to wake up in the morning and regret everything he'd done the night before. That's how he judged it being a good night or not. If he didn't wake up feeling like a dirty, sinner, then he knew he hadn't done it right.

"Alright!" Jojo seemed to cheer up quickly, as if his mood never existed. Just the prospect of getting out of here for even a bit seemed to perk him right up, "Don't have to tell me twice," he shot off like a bat out of hell to get his jacket and hat. He rarely traveled with more than that. Outside of money, he saw nothing terribly important to bring when he went somewhere. If you had money and street smarts, you could get anything you needed. Though he realized more recently that he was more lacking in street smarts than he'd realized. "Where're we going?" he was like a big child when he got excited.

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"How many times are you going to ask? Do you not want to go?" Caesar raised an eyebrow, casually pushing the door open with a flick of his wrist as he waited for the idea of settle in Jojo's mind. It took him a little longer than most people but that bumbling quality was part of his charm---even if it was annoying at times. When finally the lightswitch flicked on, it was like looking at a completely different person; all the grumpiness had vanished to be replaced with an almost childlike excitement that was undeniably infectious.

Caesar grinned and gestured for the other to follow as he stepped out of the room and down the hallway. "I'll show you Venice properly---you've never rode on a canal through the streets, never sampled the amazing wine... for one night we can have fun." But only one night. It would be difficult for him to fully forget about their training and the ominous countdown hanging over Jojo's head, but no one would ever call Caesar a killjoy.

As he pushed open the large double doors leading to the exterior he clicked his tongue, suddenly realizing that in order to get to the mainland they would have to ride the boat. He could probably get them there with no problems, but that wasn't accounting for Jojo bouncing around like a kid at Christmas. "Gonna have to boat there. Keep still, okay? If you fall in the river I won't pull you out." It was a lie, but never mind.

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He'd been excited to come to Venice at first, but it had been very short lived. Not long after coming here, he met Caesar and then got mixed up with those damned death rings. It had all happened so fast. Jojo wasn't used to how fast things were moving these days. It wasn't that long ago he was in New York and relaxing with his new friend Smokey. Now he was fighting Gods and his own mortality. This wasn't what he had in mind for his year. How could anyone plan for this? He supposed his grandmother was right in telling him all those times to live each day as if it was his last.

His last day. He had an exact date and time for it. No. Jojo refused to let it creep back into his mind. Not when a night of freedom was right here in front of him. If it was meant to be his last night of life, he wanted to make it good. Jojo wanted to do everything he possibly could. Maybe even find a cute girl to wrap the night up with. Caesar seemed to be better with women than he was, not that the would ever admit that to the blond man, so he figured Caesar would know where to pick up girls.

As he climbed into the boat hastily, it rocked hard and Caesar threatened not to rescue him if he fell overboard. He smirked under his mask, "Like I need you to rescue me," though Caesar had saved him from his black mood.

"All of that sounds just find and dandy. Boats and wine and stuff," the kinds of cultured stuff his grandmother liked him doing. She always encouraged his training, but she wanted him to be a well rounded man like his grandfather had been, "But we're going to do other stuff too, right? You're not going to drag me around museums and junk all night, are you? There's got to be somewhere to unwind around here. Maybe meet some people," he hopped Caesar understood what he meant. It was probably cliche American man of him to want to get right to the hard booze and women, but he was willing to do the other stuff first. After all, he would still find it enjoyable.

As soon as the boat cast off, he reached up and started tugging at the mask straps in his thick hair, "Get this thing off of me," Lisa Lisa had conveniently forgotten to let him in on how to get the breathing mask off and try as he might, he had yet been able to get the straps to break.

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"Jojo, I just said---!" The blonde rolled his eyes as Jojo's haste almost saw his prediction come true right then and there. The boat rocked precariously as Jojo fumbled around to sit down, and the young Italian could only sigh in exasperation at the forecast for their nightly escapades. He was sure that the other man would get them kicked out of at least one club before the night was over, but if he was honest with himself... he liked that reckless side of Jojo. Maybe he was even a little envious.

"Some people, right." Caesar grinned and threw one of the paddles in Jojo#s direction, beginning to row himself in order to bring them towards the glittering lights of mainland Venice. "Don't worry, with Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli as your guide, this night will be one to remember." He offered a brief flourish with one hand, the other maintaining a firm hold on the paddle before Jojo began to complain about the mask.

Caesar blinked, then rolled his eyes. He looked down to the water and briefly leaned sideways, touching the tip of his middle finger to the gently-moving waves. A Ripple dashed across the surface, spurring the boat onwards as he refocused his efforts on his rather troublesome companion. "Alright, alright. Hang on." He leaned forward, peering over one of Jojo's broad shoulders in order to examine the mechanism that held the mask in place behind the head of brown hair. It could only be released with a focus of Hamon energy---by the time Jojo would be able to remove it, it would no longer be needed.

"Don't move." He muttered, nudging a fingertip towards one of the straps. Energy prickled along the leather as it abruptly snapped free and fell apart, leaving Caesar to lean back and wiggle his fingers with a quietly smug expression. "One day you might be able to get it off yourself."


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Mrs. Holly Todd sat at the head of the conference table, chatting conversationally with two other women on either side of her as they waited for the arrival of the next scheduled meeting. She had arranged for it to be near the end of the day so that there wouldn't be any hurry with the interview... she had waited for this moment for more than 4 years and she wanted to savor it. The oval table in the conference room held 8 women, although only 3 of them were partners in the firm, all of the women had some position of authority within the firm... including the office manager, a woman of 52 with more gray in her hair than the chestnut it had once held. Strictly speaking, this could of been done in her office with just her there alone, but this was a special occasion... someone was up for partnership and Holly wanted to make sure that the applicant really wanted the responsibility.

Holly was an attractive woman with a trim, athletic body that she worked hard to maintain and at 38 she could pass for a woman almost 10 years younger... between the girl-next-door looks and the thick sable hair that fell to just past her shoulders, she was stunning... particularly from the back with a peach shaped ass that more than one man had wanted to grope. But, with her marriage to Paul Todd, the owner of the firm 2 years before, she had gotten what she had wanted through hard work, in spite of what everyone thought. These women knew her and what to expect today... a little payback.

4 years earlier, She had been on an equal footing with him, they had gotten along very well and in spite of herself, one night had given in to his charms and slept with him. But that had been a one-night stand for him and afterward... he kept a distance and she had been hurt... now... the night of average sex would get its comeuppance. She laughed softly and nodded to Helen Daggit, another partner as the door opened to admit the man of the hour.

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Finally. After years of hard work and dedication Travis would get the promotion he deserved. Polished, black dress shoes walked along the carpeted floor, making only the soft sound of impact. He wore a sharp, dark gray suit with some golden cuff links and a dull, blue tie. His blue eyes shined in the light, just under his soft, blonde hair. His body was trimmed, good muscle under pale skin and a tall frame.

As confident and excited as he was, there was also a sense of dread hiding away behind his facade. He knew who was going to give him this promotion, Mrs. Holly Todd. He'd had a past with her, one he wasn't a fan of, but perhaps she'd left it all where it belonged, she was going to promote him, after all.

He opened the door to the conference room and smiled, bright, clean teeth almost shining in the light. "evening, ladies." He said with a nod of his head. He'd go to the open chair, right at the head of the table opposite Holly and took a seat, "I'm glad to be here." His hands folded on the table as he looked about the room, a gold and purple ring decorating one finger, "How does today find you all?"

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Holly stared at him as he stepped through the door, as perfectly turned out as usual; with all the arrogance that any one man could have with an image of just being one of the boys. She couldn't believe that she had not only fell for it once, but had actually let him touch her. She had even given her anal cherry up to him. She managed to keep a calm, somewhat pleasant face as he slipped into the empty chair at the end of the table. She leaned back just a little in her chair and looked down the table at him for several seconds. "Good evening Mr. Marks. We are all grateful for your willingness to come in so late and speak with us." She smiled a slow, business like smile as she leaned forward again, her manicured hands rested on the table surface to either side of the file that held his personnel records. While everything was digital these days, A hard-copy of everyone who had ever worked for the firm was kept in a locked, fireproof cabinet for easy reference.

Holly had created 7 copies for effect. She opened it and flicked through the sheets of paper for a few seconds, just to draw things out. It wouldn't matter to him, but she wanted to give the receptionist at the end of the hall time to leave for the day; she had already made sure that all of the other assistants, aids and clerks were gone half an hour ago. Finally, she looked back up and closed the file, "Mr. Marks," she said in a conversational tone. "The partners have all reviewed your records and we all agree that you are qualified for the promotion to partner. There's just one more formality that we must go through and if you want the position, we're prepared to offer it to you."

She rose and strolled down the side of the table, her cream blouse under the deep green skirt suit's shell managed to accentuate her feminine form' of course, the cream stockings and matching 2-inch swingbacks didn't hurt either. "I'm sure that you won't have any problem submitting to just one more formality, will you Travis?" she asked with a growing, warm smile on her full, red lips. She paused by his seat and leaned down "All you have to do is..." She leaned in closer, her smile growing sharper, "Kiss... " she was just inches from him; her eyes meeting his with a heat in them. "My..." her lips were by his ear, "Ass." she all but whispered. Holly stood upright again and crossed her arms under her breasts, "Well, Travis, can you handle the requirements of the job?" she stared down at him, her smile cold now, vindictive.

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Travis would look with a raised brow as his personnel file was brought up, nodding to the woman across the table. It seemed there was a copy for every woman present, an observation that was gather by glancing around the room. It was a bit strange, this audience to the meeting, of course all of these women were qualified, but he felt this was made more public than was needed. "Well, I'm not surprised, really." He said with a confident smirk. He was a good worker, after all. He was the "first to arrive, last to leave" kind of guy and had been for quite some time. Truly this promotion felt very deserved to him.

As the woman rose and began speaking of one more formality a blonde brow rose once more, his blue eyes following her as she walked towards him. Something fishy was going on. He glanced about the room as Holly got close and closer, close enough for him to feel her breath, in fact. His eyes widened as she whispered right into his ear, glancing sideways up to her, "I'm... I'm sorry, what?" He asked, glancing around the room. He'd done quite a bit of ass kissing on his rise up in the corporate ladder, but something quite nefarious seemed to be going on.

A conundrum arose, Holly could give him this promotion or easily deny it. If she denied it he'd be stuck, permanently, in his current position and he'd worked too long and too hard for something like this to set him back. The man would gulp down some nerves and look determinedly up at Holly, "Whatever you ask of me." He said, calling her bluff to see how far she would really go.

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Holly leaned back against the table, her arms crossed under her breasts; seemingly relaxed. "You heard me Travis... if you want the promotion, you're going to have to kiss my ass... not metaphorically Sweetie, I mean pucker up and you better do a good job." She grinned at his acceptance, "Excellent. All of these ladies are here to watch and we wouldn't want to disappoint them, would we?" Her smile turned wintery... anctartica wintery... "You fucked me Travis, so I'm going to fuck you... I know how much you wanted my ass, so I'm going to give it to you."

She straightened up and pulled her shell off and passed it to one of the women, who folded it and placed it on the table. "Ready Lover?" she asked and reached behind her. The sound of a zipper and her pencil skirt loosened about her hips and slid down her legs to the floor; revealing that she wore nothing beneath it. Her neatly trimmed pubs free for him to see. "Now, be a good boy, do a good job and the job is yours... understand? Do a bad job and well... there won't be any job at all."

She turned around and placed her palms on the table top. she leaned forward a little and presented her bare ass... a very lovely ass. "Get going Travis." she ordered in a no-non-sense tone.

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Travis would stare, dumbfounded, as the woman stripped while maintaining an icy stare down at him. One of his blonde brows would constantly be upright in confusion and curiosity, amazed by this strange turn of events. As the woman stripped her skirt away he would glance at the other women in the room, this had all been a ploy to embarrass and humiliate him. He couldn't say he was horribly surprised, after all, Holly and he had had quite a sordid past before hand.

The day she'd gotten married he was a mixture of overjoyed and horrified, glad she'd moved on from him but horrified that she was now married to his boss. Nothing had come from it until today. As the woman presented her rear end to him, the perky cheeks shining in the bright overhead light, Travis would gulp down his nerves. "Understood." Was all he could really say to her. The women held his entire professional career in her hands and, if he did a poor job of rimming her, he could kiss all of his efforts goodbye.

One last glance was given to the judgmental eyes of the room before he leaned forward. He'd grab both of the woman's fine ass cheeks, parting them slightly to see the clean, winking hole. The truest irony of this whole situation was how he'd previously asked her for this exact opportunity some years ago, before their relationship went sour. He'd move in and press his lips against the tight hole before his tongue slid out, bridging the tightened rim before piercing inside to start properly kissing the woman just how she'd asked, his strong hands gripping her cheeks all the while.

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Holly was mildly surprised when Travis took his medicine and rested his hands on her cheeks. She closed her eyes and smiled; her head up as she wiggled her ass just a little, "Come on Travis, I know you can kiss ass better than that... really get in there and show me how much you want it."

The other women watched in rapt attention as the man humiliated himself by first licking, then driving his tongue into Holly's ass. They started whispering to each other and Holly grinned even wider. "Oh, Travis." She chuckled softly, "I forgot to warn you. Hubby and I had a little afternoon break. It was quite lovely and he was thrilled." She reached back, gripped his hair and pulled him closer into her crack, "It was the first time I ever let him fuck my ass... you might find a little of him up there, but it's OK, I don't mind." She laughed louder, merrily "Maybe some of the other girls might enjoy this, you aren't too bad Travis, Baby."

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Travis had to fight the urge to pull back when the woman mentioned her romp with the boss earlier that same day, though the instinct was stopped itself when the woman grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in closer. His tongue would dig in deeper to the tight hole, slobbering quite well on her tight squeeze. His hands would grab and squeeze her plump ass cheeks firmly, squishing the soft meat between his fingers as he grunted and groaned against her.

His eyes were mostly remaining closed but the occasional glance would show him the strange glances of the other women at the table and he shuddered to think that his services might be forced onto the rest as well. He could get through this, though, he deserved this promotion and no amount of public humiliation or degradation would make his certainty wain. After a moment Holly wold feel the man's arms wrap around her legs and move in close before he lifted her up from the ground, leaning her further onto the table in front of her and digging his face even further between those plump cheeks. Perhaps he could flip this situation, though he doubted she'd break for it.

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Holly gasped when he grabbed her thighs and pushed her closer to the table and she laid her torso down on it and parted her legs a little more. "Mmmm, that's it baby... mmmmm... You're so good at that I may have to have you come by and clean me up every morning." she was breathing a little heavier; the scent of arousal filled his nose. "Do you like the taste of my ass Travis?" she taunted, "Is your cock getting hard Sweetie?"

She slipped her foot out of her shoe and reached back to run her toes along his crotch, "Travis... naughty boy."

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Travis would growl and huff as he buried his face into the woman's behind, licking and slurping her asshole like a beast. He would keep hold of her thighs as he kept licking and twisting his tongue deep inside of her, getting the feint and vile salty leftovers of his boss' ejaculation from earlier that day. He fought through, however, he needed to persevere, he would not lose his entire professional career because of some psychotic witch.

He could feel the toes reaching up to slide along his groin, revealing the shameful fact that a thick bulge had filled his left pant leg. He would growl at the woman's comment and pushed her further on the table, reaching a hand up to grasp her ass cheek, spreading it apart from the other as he got deeper between them, letting her revel in her little victory of humiliating him.

[User] Holly laughed softly, "Oh my, you're getting off on this!" Her toes rubbed along his length before she pulled her foot away, "OK, that's enough Darling. Back off." She glanced over her shoulder and glanced down at the bulge, "Well, well, why don't you take it out, it's cruel to make you suffer like that... go ahead and take care of it, I'm sure that the ladies won't mind, will you girls?"

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Travis would growl as the woman accused him of his erection. It was humiliating, of course, but he was still getting to bury his face in a gorgeous woman's plump ass. It wasn't a complete loss for him. He would let his tongue slip out of her, wiping his wet mouth on his sleeve and crossing his arms under his chest. "That wasn't part of..." He would glare at the woman for a moment before sighing and reaching down to his pants.

He undid his zipper and reached inside, fishing through his underwear before a thick, pale cock was revealed to the room. It would have quite a good size to it with a visible head. He would look at the room before taking a seat on one of the chairs and starting to stroke himself begrudgingly.

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"Oh Travis!" Holly laughed and shook her head, "Ladies, I told you that he had a nice one, he's quite proud of it, actually." Holly grinned mischievously and patted the tabletop, "That's no place to do that Sweetie, hop up here so everyone can admire that piece of meat you have." She reached down and lightly squeezed it. "Oh, and the ladies won't be satisfied if they can't see those nuts too." She turned to the assembled women, "Believe me, they're like eggs, would all of you like to see them?"

The general murmur was positive and Holly turned back to her victim, "Why not go ahead and just take those pants off and lay back up here so we can all watch?" She met his eyes, "After all, you want to make sure that the ladies you have to deal with know you as well as possible, right?"

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Travis looked up as new orders were given to him, his stroking hand stopping. He would huff and stand up from the chair, undoing his belt and dropping it down to the ground without a word, soon followed by his underwear. He looked about the room for a moment and, despite the humiliation, he would be able to maintain an erection to his own chagrin. He would glance at Holly and nod, "Fine." He shrugged. He would climb onto the table, keeping his eyes at the polished wood surface before he took a seat, inspecting the room full of women.

Slowly he would spread his legs apart, revealing the long, thick shaft of his pale cock along with the bulbous head and his hefty, well defined ball sack. As he started stroking himself the lot of them would get a good view of his nuts starting to bounce up and down with each pump of his hand, "Nnf... ah... how's this?" He asked with a grimace as he continued to deface his pride for them all.