The guys have all taken turns in the shower, leaving the big garden tub open for Blue and me, of which I am eternally grateful. I know she’s exhausted and a warm bath and fresh clothes will do us all a world of good.
I pour some body oils and bath salts into the rolling warm water, and then help Blue peel off her sports bra, jeans, and boy shorts. She steps into the tub, waiting for me. I give her a quick little strip tease of shaking my ass as I slide off my boxers. Then into the tub, I go, pulling her back up against my front. As much as little Fletcher wants to rise to the occasion, I keep telling him ‘down boy’ so that this experience is about soothing Blue, not about me getting off. It’s a challenge to keep my thoughts from wandering as I soap up a washcloth and let it trail down Ayida’s neck going between the valley of her full breasts and perky pierced nipples, but I manage it. Once I am sure every inch of her is thoroughly scrubbed and kissed. I helped her step out and wrap her in a fluffy towel.
I can hear the TV on in the master bedroom, the news playing, and what sounds like Ahmya speaking to reporters as I walk to the closet to find some boxers for me, and Ayida one of my t-shirts to slip on to sleep in.
I can just imagine Ren and Jiro in their suits standing guard in the background behind her as she takes to the podium for her official statement.
Opening the bathroom door to leave my clean t-shirt on the sink for Blue, I step back into the bedroom. The guys are spread out around the room watching the news, and sure enough, there is Ahmya, in an honest to god power suit looking like a fierce mythological beast/Japanese princess ready to take on her enemies.
“Good evening. My name is Ahmya Takahashi Nakamura. I am here today, visiting your beautiful city of Miami, but under unfortunate circumstances, which I am here to share with you tonight. Behind us,” she indicates an empty warehouse and empty container, “is where fifteen women and ten children were being held captive for days as they were being smuggled from Puerto Rico to Florida in a sex trafficking ring. At this time, I am not at liberty to say who arranged this despicable act of cruelty, but my inside sources tipped off myself and other members of the Nakamura family where we were able to intervene on these women and children’s behalf.”
She pauses, taking a steadying breath, “My family, in Japan, takes pride in our humanitarian relief efforts throughout Asia, and I hope to do the same here in the southern United States, starting today by helping these women and children. I have spoken with Homeland Security, the CIA, the FBI, and local law enforcement. We do not believe at this time that this was anything untoward planned by these women and children. They were the unfortunate victims of a sex trafficking ring, and I plan to make this right. Currently, they are being examined by my own personal doctor and his staff. Once their physical exams are complete, and any evidence collected, I am having them set up in a local hotel under guard for their protection, and their families are being contacted. While they are being interviewed by the police, of which I, and my family, have provided legal counsel, they will also have opportunities to speak with mental health counselors.”
Straightening her suit jacket and looking at the different camera angles, she continues her speech, “These brave victims will be given the option to return to Puerto Rico, or if they wish to stay, I will do my best to be an advocate for them to remain here. I apologize, but I do not have any additional time for questions at this moment as I wish to speak individually with these women and offer comfort where I can. I will put out another official statement in a few days. Thank you for your time.”
Blue walks out of the bathroom in my t-shirt, towel drying her pink hair.
“Wow. Ahmya did that shit. Good for her.” She says with a smile coming to sit in my lap as I nuzzle and kiss the side of her neck.
“Come on, Blue, let’s get some rest.” I curl my body around her on the bed, with Clint at her front, and Holder and Cole on the far ends on either side of us.
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The next morning Cole has arranged for the limo to get us after breakfast. We hang out in our room, with room service, and enjoy the sunrise looking over the balcony.
When the limo pulls up, we all slide in along with Dante, Winnie, Auggie, and Bastien.
“How was your first gangbang, Winifred?” I ask her jokingly.
Everyone laser focuses their eyes at me, including Bastien, Augustine, and Dante- Bastien cracking his knuckles, Augustine suddenly playing with his switchblade, and Dante, who pulls a glock out his waistband and points it at my dick, growling in annoyance.
“Dude! What is your dysfunction?” Clint asks, eyebrow raised.
“Why your parents decided not to smother you as a baby, I’ll never know.” Cole says, shaking his head.
“Troublemaker,” Blue snickers under her breath at my antics.
I look to Holder, and he’s kicked back, hands behind his head, smiling that evil smile of his like he has no problem that my dick is about to be blown to kingdom come. Guess he doesn’t need to kick my ass over picking on his baby sister anymore, she’s got three big guys more than willing to do the job for him.
Greeting the flight crew, we hand them our bags and take our usual seats on Cole’s family jet; this time, Ahmya, Ren, and Jiro are staying behind in Miami, so Winifred takes the extra sofa seat, pulling Dante in next to her, and holding his hand.
Cole and Blue are sitting across from them on the other sofa while the rest of us are scattered around taking seats until we hit a cruising altitude where we can walk around freely. When the fasten seatbelt light turns off, we all gather back around Winnie and Ayida.
“Wanna talk about what went down after your kidnapping, Winnie, or maybe later when we are in private, just the two of us?” Blue asks delicately with tenderness in her face.
Auggie and Bastien get closer to the sofa, Bastien pulling Winnie up before depositing her back in his lap. Not to be outdone, Auggie squeezes his big ass on the sofa as well. Dante looks annoyed, but keeps his alpha attitude in check, taking Winnie’s free hand again, and kissing her palm.
“Yea, okay, I-I can do that….” Winnie says, starting her story softly. “But first let me get this out the way… What Dad had planned for those poor women and children. Their stories may go silent, unspoken but I won’t be speechless.” she finishes with determination in her words and voice. “I’d like to go with y’all when you talk to the Heads and tell my side of the story. I need to purge all this ugliness out of my mind to move on”.
Ayida looks to Holder for confirmation. They must both mentally agree, as they both know more about abuse than most of us. “Yea, you can do that, if you feel comfortable.”
“So, it felt like a perfect night to have breakfast at midnight… I texted Dante to meet me at Judy’s while you were with Blue and the others.” Winnie says, looking up briefly at Hold, gaging his temper. “In retrospect, I’m guessing he never got the message, but Dad did.” She shivers at the memory.
“I barely made it out of the fire escape, trying to sneak out when I saw Bastien was already on the ground level below me, and Auggie was following me out the window…. Guess I wasn’t as stealthy as I thought I was.” She looks at the big guys with fondness in her eyes. “We never made it to Judy’s. We were jumped by two of Dante’s guys…. They stabbed Bastien and hit Auggie in the chest and face with a baseball bat.” her voice catching, trying to prevent a sob.