“Baby Blue, if you steal all my jokes, what will I bring to this relationship?” I say with a smirk, helping her untangle herself from the blanket. I smack her plump, juicy ass before growling in her ear to wear something sexy for me.
Blue makes her way to the closet and comes back with a loose-fitting cropped t-shirt and cut-off shorts. Her nipple rings tent the crop top as evidence that she is bare underneath. The new rainbow Vans I bought her complete her look. Ayida could be in a potato sack, and she’d still be sexy as hell. It doesn't matter that she is a head of a major crime syndicate; she’ll always be our perfect Blue.
Her hair is still in the fuck-me-harder bed-head style, and her lips swollen from our kiss. She bends over to brush her hair, showing me her ass in full glorious view. Pulling her up, I place her hand on my covered cock that is already tenting my pants. I want her to know how much I appreciate the view she is putting on for me as is.
Reaching up on her tiptoes, she nips at my lips before pulling me out of the room and towards the front door leaving Cole and Clint still sleeping in the bed.
“You were the one who said we had places to go and people to see. Come on, big boy, now is the time to get a movin’.”
She trudges ahead of me towards where all our cars are parked. Running up to her, and throwing her over my shoulder, I spank her on the ass as I carry her to my SUV. Her sweet giggles and little yelps light my insides up. This girl doesn't have a clue what she's doing to me. “That smart mouth of yours is gonna get you fucked good, Blue.”
As we load up and roll out, I bite the bullet and decide to tell her my plan for the morning. Here goes nothing. “So, I have us an appointment with a hacker friend of mine… well of Holder and mine.” I feel her gaze on me, but I keep my eyes on the road. “We are meeting up in a neutral location in Baton Rouge at an internet cafe.”
“So, what’s this friend’s name, and can we trust him?” Blue asks.
“Her name is Ahmya Takahashi Nakamura.” She doesn't seem put off that I mentioned this friend is a female-yet...
“Why does that name… Nakamura, sound vaguely familiar?” Blue questions.
“You may have read about her family in the paper. They are big into helping disaster relief efforts throughout Asia- be it earthquakes, tsunamis, mudslides, additional housing, food banks…” I trail off as Ayida nods her head taking it all in.
“So, how did this ‘Mother Teresa’ become friends with the likes of you assholes?” she asks, batting her long eyelashes at me trying to look all innocent.
“Ahmya also is a member of the Nakamura Yakuza syndicate based out of Japan, but they are making some waves here recently throughout the U.S., too. Ahmya is currently stationed locally, wanting to be a bigger player here in the south.”
“Shit, Fletch. We already have to deal with the Asesinos gang, and now you are getting us dragged into the Yakuzas as well?”
“Listen, Blue, she’s meeting with us as a favor to me, but she is the best of the best when it comes to hacking. If we pay her fee, that’s it. We can wash our hands of having to see her again- if that’s what you want. I wouldn’t drag her into this if I thought there was any other person we could possibly trust that wasn’t already linked to the Saupoudrer Family. I don’t want to risk another Jimmy, aka ‘The Rat’ situation again. Jimmy fell under my purview, and I won’t ever put you in that situation again.” I shrink back into myself, feeling a wave of guilt for the torture she went through partially by his hands.
“Fine. I trust your judgment. Give me the info, what should I be prepared for when meeting this princess of the Yakuzas?”
“Actually, she’s a lot like you.” Blue turns sideways in her seat to face me.
“And by that, you mean…?”
“She’s outspoken, smart, a young leader in her family’s gang, and Holder and I both used to date her,” I mumble that last part under my breath.
She sighs heavily. “I know you are expecting me to chastise you, or cuss you out, or beat you with a fuckin’ crowbar or something over that last part, but we all have pasts, Fletcher. I don’t need to know about that part of your life unless it directly affects our business relationship with her now.”
I gulp, “I can’t say for sure whether it would or wouldn’t.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“Okay, so here’s the thing. Like I said, Holder and I both used to date her, or rather ‘share’ her. She was a domme and taught me many of her ways, and we used to ‘play’ with Holder. Only problem was, she took her relationship with me a lot more seriously than I did, while Holder fell in love with her, she mistakenly fell in love with me.”
I shudder at the memory of the breakup flashing in my mind’s eye. “Anyway, long story short, I broke her heart, and she broke Holder’s. We parted ways. After several strained months, Holder and I finally reconnected under The Sons of Fortune when we started taking on more serious ‘business transactions’ together with the other guys. So, for obvious reasons, I didn’t tell Holder I was meeting her today, and thought maybe we could do this part without him?” I shrug up my shoulders and turn to Blue briefly to gauge her reactions. She looks a bit, I don’t know, in shock.
“Ok, got it. The ex is a badass hacker, a humanitarian, a heart breaker, and a leader of Japanese gang?” Blue then laughs almost hysterically, wiping her eyes from the tears welling up in the corners. “Sorry, sorry. I know, not funny. I just can't help thinking how much has changed for us all in the last several months; this is really my messed-up life.” She then quickly unbuckles and leans over the middle console and kisses me passionately before going back to her seat just as quickly with a goofy grin on her face now.
“Jealous? Marking your claim on me?” I question with a smirk.
“Why? You’re the one with a raging crush on me.” she says as she jokingly pats and then pinches my cheek.
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We pull into the internet cafe, and park. Ayida swings open her door before I can get around to open it for her. “This should be hella-fun.” She says before giving me a wet smack on the lips, taking my hand, and dragging me behind her towards the cafe.
“Protocol says I need to go in first and approach her, Fletch. I’m the Head in this situation. You can introduce us if you want, but then you are going to have to step back and let me take the lead.”
“Got it, boss.” I say, grabbing her ass one last time, as I pull the cafe door open and hold it for her.
“How will I know who she is?” She says, her eyes roaming around the cafe. “Never mind, I see her.”
I guess my telling Blue I thought Ahmya was similar to her wasn’t so far off. Blue went straight towards her. Ahmya, still beautiful with her long inky black hair and dark almond-shaped eyes. I can still remember the placement of her favorite Yakuza tattoos. The intricate dragon on her upper left arm, the koi fish over her right breast, the Samurai warrior on her thigh, the geisha girl on her neck, the cherry blossom tree that started on her lower back and crept over each shoulder… She takes that much of her Japanese Yakuza history to heart, appreciating the symbolism in that her tattoos focus on wealth, prosperity, honor, moral code, fertility, good fortune- tradition. And yet I feel nothing for her. I can only look at her appraisingly as any man would, but there is no stir in my dick. Blue really is my world.