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Post by Yurisa Kaiba on Nov 10, 2016 16:13:37 GMT -6
“ Rally of The Rabble”: (continued) Yurisa was tending to one of the men that frequented her brothel when from the corner of her eyes she saw none other then Mitsunari Ono and five of his most trusted men with him step into view. Her attention then went back to the gentlemen she was speaking to.
"I will have that sent right up to the room, Hando." She smiled warmly, her hand resting to his shoulder as she leaned in and kissed his cheek closest to his ear. "Enjoy yourself this evening." The man blushed slightly as he nodded to her and hurried off.
She then looked to Mitsunari and his men as a seductive smile across her lips. Slowly she turned, her attire in colors of purple and lavender silk and sheer, swaying around her movements. The halter like top barely holding her ample breasts in place as the sheer slitted sleeves attached to her wrist with thin cuffs of silver, her midsection bare for all to see and the high cut of her long purple skirt showing her bare hips and long lush legs as she walked. Her long hair of periwinkle was pulled high to the crown of her head wrapped in beaded strands of silver and purple ribbon.
Making a path toward the men she stopped directly in front of Mitsunari, a hand lifting and resting to his chest just below his left shoulder. Slowly she let her hand glided upward as she reached out with her free hand and touched the visible chest of man next to him.
"What a surprise. Does this mean I finally get a taste of my distributor?" |
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Post by Matsudaira Miyoshi on Nov 10, 2016 16:44:17 GMT -6
Matsudaira raised a brow at the woman, stepping just out of reach of the woman. He sneered as he raised a hand, adjusting the pin in his hair. "Yurisa Kaiba, I presume."
"Ah." Yurisa smirked as her hand delicately fell to her side. "My reputation precedes me."
"I'm afraid not, my lady." Matsudaira gave the woman a smirk of his own. "I simply am well educated on my marks." He turned away from the woman, folding his arms behind his back. "You have business with Ono. Save your charm for him."
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Post by Yurisa Kaiba on Nov 10, 2016 17:22:20 GMT -6
Yurisa chuckled lightly her attention turning from the one back to Mitsunari. "It seems I am not someone's type." Mitsunari chuckled lightly himself as she stepped back, turning slightly from the men. Seeing one of her hostesses, Yurisa lifted a hand and gestured for her come their way.
After approaching her and stopping before them with a deep bow the hostess stood erect. "Welcome to Akumanosu, Gentlemen." Her tender sweet voice welcomed them.
The men behind Mitsunari smirked their eyes feasting on the beauty standing before them as Yurisa chuckled shaking her head. "You poor boys. Does Mitsunari deprive you of the true beauty of a woman?"
They were too stunned to answer as she looked back to her hostess. "Take them to the Emperor's Suite." She gave a side glance to Mitsunari as a small smirk drew up the corner of this lips. "Only the best for these gentlemen."
She nodded and looked back to the men bowing again. "This way please." She gestured with her hand then started on her path to lead them to the room.
Yurisa smiled as she touched Mitsunari's shoulder as he walked past. "I will join you shortly. Until then, enjoy yourselves. It's not just the women here that are tasty."
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Post by Fuwa Ito on Nov 10, 2016 19:38:14 GMT -6
Fuwa smirked as the hostess led them deeper into Akumanosu, his eyes savoring the view she had afforded him. The creamy length of her backless dress dipped just shy of forbidden territory, her hips swaying hypnotically. Her sheer crimson skirt swayed with each step, revealing more luscious skin from her dainty ankle to which a bracelet tinkled to the faint shadow of her firm thigh.
Then they started to climb the polished hardwood stairs and he decided to take in the rest of the view. He could take the woman before them when they reached the suite. In one room barely separated by sheer clothes and sliding walls, a woman dressed only in a length of black silk was dancing and spinning on top of a table, tantalizing the men eating and drinking. Another room a woman was only dressed in a silken thong and was posed against the post in the center, her pierced nipples on display. Fuwa took some grapes from a passing tray and popped two in his mouth.
“I wonder if she’s training any of ours in the recesses of this beautiful den,” he murmured. He winked at a young female who stood at the top of the stairs with a pitcher of wine. Her red hair had been piled on top and she was dressed in a robe that sloped down in the front revealing the rounded sides of her breasts and the golden chain and choker around her neck. The girl flinched and took a step back, before another woman yanked on the chain and she straightened, her green eyes wide.
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Post by Ahmes "Kazue" Sarraf on Nov 10, 2016 20:51:35 GMT -6
Kazue grinned while trailing a little bit behind the others, enjoying every inch of the building and corridor, "This is fantastic!" He left a hiss with the "s" on fantastic, "Why can't we have something like this?"
His grin faded as he mumbled, "Don't you dare say me, I don't want to have to hurt anyone in this beautiful place," He growled and turned his attention back to their hostess, "Nice ass, sweetie."
The girl continued to walk, ignoring the poor thug. Kazue got an obvious irritated look across his face before he looked at Fuwa and mumbled to him, "Well fuck her too."
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Post by Satsuma Fujii on Nov 10, 2016 21:03:53 GMT -6
Satsuma looked around the brothel as they walked, taking a moment to appreciate just how high class it looked. His eyes also caught on a few of the women that worked there, this place was definitely one that if he didn't enjoy what he did so much, he'd probably frequent often.
It was when he heard the final parts of what Kazue had said that he realized he hadn't been listening to a word that had been said, but he figured it wouldn't matter much as he went back to admiring the "merchandise". He figured that if that if it was something really important they would be sure to catch his attention.
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Post by Kotaro Naoto on Nov 10, 2016 21:21:28 GMT -6
Kotaro grinned like the Mad Hatter as his eyes wandered every female that crossed their path. All shapes, sizes, eye color, hair color. It was a smorgasbord of female flesh and everyone of them sexy, beautiful and on the menu. "I want one of each of those fine asses." He laughed, "and a doggie 'style' bag to take home."
As one of the women walked past Kotaro he reached out and grabbed her tit then her ass causing the woman to jolt, almost dropping her tray. Kotaro chuckled and smacked her ass with a pop. "Don't drop your tray sweetness."
Suddenly the breath was knocked from him as he clutched his chest a dagger glare shot at Matsudaira from after he struck him in the chest with his back of his hand. "Bastard! What was that for?!"
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Post by Matsudaira Miyoshi on Nov 10, 2016 21:37:33 GMT -6
"Unless you are in the privacy of a room, Naoto Kotaro," began Matsudaira. "Respect the woman." He folded his arms behind his back as he stepped closer to Naoto. "And, unless you've decided that your life holds no value, mind your words when you speak to me." He turned on his heels quickly, his ponytail nearly brushing against Naoto's face as he walked towad the table.
"Tell me, Ono, why am I here? Surely you trust your men to capture the nobles. Why call in a man like myself?"
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Post by Mitsunari Ono on Nov 10, 2016 21:48:38 GMT -6
Mitsunari smirked as Kotaro walked in mocking Matsudaira and took a seat at the the large traditional table in the center of the room with the others. His look then drifted back to Matsudaira. "It is not the women I need your help with, and one should be rather easy to acquire. It is the threat that shadows around the Masanobu woman."
He looked up to the hostess as she walked over to him with a menu and a canter of sake. Smiling warmly at her he took the menu and nodded for the drink as she filled his saucer, he looked back to Matsudaira. "Once we have ordered we will speak further on the matter."
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Post by Fuwa Ito on Nov 12, 2016 19:11:45 GMT -6
Fuwa grinned. “I have a feeling that each of us will be given jobs at this meeting. I’d better savor the fruits of this establishment first.” He grabbed their hostess’ arm and smiled at her. “How much are you offering for the virgin on the stairs?”
She extracted herself and smirked. “She’s already been purchased for the night, unless you can match $50,000.”
Fuwa sipped at his sake. “And there’s nothing for preliminaries?” he pressed.
Her eyes sharpened. “You may touch as long as you leave her a virgin for $5,000.”
Fuwa smirked and reached into his jacket, counting his money. “Hmm… I will keep that in mind. But for now, will you bring me the seafood platter and add the crab legs?”
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Post by Ahmes "Kazue" Sarraf on Nov 12, 2016 19:37:04 GMT -6
Kazue glared at Matsudaira, "Respect the girls? Is that a joke, asshat?" He crossed his arms and looked at Fuwa, "That is an easy prize... I haven't quite seen anyone to my taste yet though."
He quickly licked his lips and looked at their leader, "I wonder if there are specifically any that haven't been touched yet that I could possibly scar first." His words trailed off as he chewed on his lip, "Maybe for a good price.."
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Post by Mitsunari Ono on Nov 12, 2016 21:39:11 GMT -6
Placing his order with the hostess, Mitsunari looked to Kazue. "You will behave yourself in this establishment, Kazue. If rough and dirty is what you seek I am sure there are women here that cater to needs like that, but you will not be seeking out women that want nothing to do with it. Not at a client's expense. You will not."
"A client's?" He looked around the room. "You mean to tell me we work for this broad now?"
Mitsunari looked to Kotaro. "No. You still work for me, but she has contracted us for more females to fill her establishment. One of the reasons we all have gathered here tonight."
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Post by Satsuma Fujii on Nov 12, 2016 22:19:22 GMT -6
"How many females are we talking?" Satsuma looked around again at the various women and then back to Mitsunari.
"Seems she has enough women working for her as is." His eyes followed a woman with brown hair in an elegant kimono, who had happened to walk by as he spoke. "Not that I'm complaining though."
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Post by Ahmes "Kazue" Sarraf on Nov 12, 2016 22:45:18 GMT -6
Kazue's facial expression went from a smile straight towards a death glare at Mitsunari, "You have already put restrictions on me. Now you're putting MY work in another person's hands. I don't agree with this," a low growl rumbled in his throat, "I will do what I please because of who I am."
"I may work for you but I'm not going to do anything of the such. Professional or not, I refuse to work with more restrictions," Kazue turned his head and growled once more, "Especially if I can't get what I PAY FOR."
His voice went quiet as he chuckled, "One hell of a way to lose a worker if I have to say." He shook his head, "But whatever. Whatever you say. I'll follow all the orders like a damn dog and do what ever you want. Even if it is COMPLETELY FUCKING WORTHLESS." His eyes landed on his boss once more, showing how angry he truly was.
Before anyone could say a word, Kazue whispered his order to the hostess and went to the hallway to get some peace, muttering, "Starting to get on my fucking nerves."
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Post by Mitsunari Ono on Nov 12, 2016 22:58:06 GMT -6
Mitsunari shook his head as Kazue stepped from the room. "That boy will learn one day. I just hope it is by someone that will show him mercy."
"He needs a good caning if you want the truth about it. I don't understand why you put up with him, Ono. The fact of the matter of you raising him from a child does not stand now that he is an adult." Matsudaira explained as his arms folded over his chest.
Mitsunari nodded. "He is one that must learn the hard way in life. Caning him would only making him worse."
"Or turn him on!" Kotaro exclaimed with a chuckle.
Mitsunari looked his way. "Though you do listen better than Kazue. Your tactics are not much better, Kotaro. So you had better watch your ways as well."
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