by Amy Faye
The grip held tight, in spite of his twisting and jerking. Wes let his weight go limp and tried to slip that way, but the guy tightened and held him up as the other one on the ground started to get up.
Wes rained down blows on the big guy's back, neck, and head, hoping to get him to loosen, but even as his fists pounded the grip just got tighter. The other rocked him with a hard punch that caught him on the point of his chin, and for an instant the world spun around him.
Then the rain of blows started once more. The grip loosened, but not enough. Wes swayed back to avoid another punch aimed at his head and caught the guy's head in his hands and pulled him into a headbutt.
The big bastard fell back onto his ass and clutched where his nose had busted open, and Wes turned his attention back to the guy who had apparently regained his composure and was trying to squeeze the life out of Wes from around the waist.
Wes twisted and turned to face him, finally getting around, and put his knee in the guy's mouth. That got him to loosen up real good. Wes slipped the grip and stepped away. This was a job, and he didn't necessarily like seeing the other guy hurt. He had some semblance of sportsmanship, after all.
But as he took two steps and lined up the kick, like he was going to do a football kickoff, he had to admit, he wasn't too upset about having to ruin this guy's night.
Thirteen
Minami
Minami's eyes blinked open. The sound of birds chirping as she woke was still strange, even after she'd lived in America for years. The birds were so different from the ones in Japan, their song so strange. But she liked it, too, she had to admit. It seemed odd that such a small thing seemed so strange.
Minami rolled over into the empty half of the bed where Wes had been sleeping. She'd felt him get up in the night, to use the lavatory she supposed, and gone back to sleep. He'd taken his sweet time with it, but that wasn't something she was going to criticize.
But he hadn't come back at all. She pushed herself up further, to get a look around. The whole apartment was one large open wall, except for the little kitchen section that was separated by a half-wall. That had the sink and stove built into it.
The place was empty. No sign of him. The bathroom door hung open a little way, the light inside turned off. Aside from the sound of birds singing, the place was silent. The realization made her feel strange. There was no television in the entire place, only a few books with spines spider webbed with cracks from reading dozens of times. No magazines, no newspapers. Minami stood up and grabbed her phone from the floor beside the bed, where she'd left it plugged into a wall charger.
No calls. No messages. No texts. Where in the hell was he? She unplugged the phone. So what was she going to do? She certainly hadn't planned on staying the night, but then…
Minami hoped that the man who drove her out wasn't going to be punished, but she suspected that hope was faint with her father being who he was. Oh, well. He wasn't a man near and dear to her heart, in either case. It was sad, for him, but she wasn't going to lose her mind over his problems. He was a Yakuza, after all, and more than likely deserved whatever was coming to him.
What was she supposed to do with herself now? There wasn't much in the place. The whole apartment was surprisingly spartan, for someone who spent time with American gangs. What she had seen had been that they liked to flaunt their money, and they had a good deal of it. If he was the kind of man who Higa would know, even through an intermediary, then he could get money to furnish the place better.
Yet, he had only the one sofa, and it looked rough. Cheap, and worse, old. There was a table, a couple of mismatched chairs. The walls were bare. There was no television, and there didn't seem to be enough in the place to make it look dirty or messy.
She stood up. The kitchen was similarly sparse, but it saw use, and she could see where Wes had burned food on the stove eye. Looking at the clock on her phone and wondering how much longer he would be, Minami took in a deep breath.
Where was he? How long would he be? It was presumptuous, even rude, to start fussing with someone else's things, but what else was she supposed to do?
Finally, frowning, she turned and pulled a washcloth from the counter beside the sink and wet it, pulled out the iron heating element in the stove, and then the catch dish, and started rubbing the soot and burn marks off.
The work gave her something to do, at least. Something that she could use to pass the time until she got some sort of better sense of where the hell Wesley had gone, and when he was going to be back. She found herself looking at the phone, waiting for him to call, even as her hands kept moving. She wanted Wes to call and explain where he'd gone. But he didn't, and she knew he wasn't going to. Did he even know her phone number?
She replaced the dish, replaced the heating element, and moved on to the next one. It was obviously less-used, but it still had some caked-on muck.
Minami put her body into cleaning, the frustration of not knowing what's going on starting to build up faster than she was able to dissipate it with working. Finally she set it down. Any more work and she was liable to throw the dish clear across the room.
What was wrong with her? Why the hell was she cleaning some fucking stranger's stove-top? Why was she here?
After a minute, she reached back in and kept going. She had started, and that meant she was going to finish, even if she couldn't understand herself what her reasons were. She rinsed it off and gave it an inspection. It might be that it was stained, and she'd done all that could be done. Which was a shame, all told, but she wasn't going to try to do the impossible.
She fit the dish and heating iron back just in time to hear the door opening. Wes stepped through the door looking like he'd been flattened by a steam roller.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Minami said, half-true. She wasn't doing anything, after all. She'd just finished.
"Who said you could mess with my stuff?"
Minami felt her jaw setting in frustration and forced herself to relax as best as she could.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touched your things."
"You're right, you shouldn't have," he growled, moving in closer to her. "What are you here for? Looking for something?"
"No." He didn't scare her, not the way that she thought he would. She was too angry to be afraid. Minami had seen her father angrier than this, and he was at least as scary as Wesley. After all, she had very real suspicions that she didn't have anything to worry about from him.
On the other hand, she'd seen what happened to anyone else who disobeyed him. That was enough to make her wonder, even if she was his daughter, could she be absolutely certain that he wasn't going to do something like that to his own daughter?
Underneath it all, she thought, trying to hide the grin it brought to her face, Wesley Park was a kitten compared to that life.
Minami broke the silence between them. "Is everything alright?"
"It's fine," he said, walking away. Wes slumped down into the sofa.
"You look like a cat."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know. Figure it out yourself. I'm just telling you, you look just like a cat."
"Thanks, I guess."
Minami came out and joined him on the sofa, settling in and looking at him.
"What do you do around here for fun?"
"Fun?"
Minami raised one eyebrow. "Yes, fun. Haven't you heard of it?"
"Obviously I babysit Asian girls. Sometimes even some light kidnapping."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yep. I kidnapped one girl the other day, and now she's sitting in my apartment asking all sorts of weird questions."
"Must be a real hassle."
"She's good for some things, though."
"Oh yeah?" Minami could see from the way his face was set exactly what sort of things he was talking about, and she could feel her body flush with arousal.
"You want to find out?"
Fourteen
We
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Wesley could feel the arousal already growing in the pit of his stomach, masquerading as frustration. Replacing the annoyance he was already feeling. The fire was already lit inside him when he forced himself to sit up and forward.
"You want to find out?"
His body ached badly, but it didn't matter, not when he had Minami sitting right there, her plump breasts making a little stretch in the fabric of her shirt.
"Let's say I do, and see where it goes."
Wes could feel himself growing hard already, as he heard the words come out of her mouth. The look on her face told him that she knew exactly what she was doing, that she knew exactly the sort of effect she was having on him, the little minx.
She didn't know exactly what he was going to do next, though, and that was part of the fun. He reached over and grabbed her by her hips, lifting her up and shifting his own weight until she was straddling him.
The weight of her body on him was satisfying and enjoyable by itself, but when he pulled up on her shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it across the room into a pile, he had other, more enjoyable things to think about.
Her dusky nipples were already starting to harden with arousal, right there ready and waiting for his mouth. He opened up and took one between his lips, tracing it with his tongue and feeling it crinkle under his ministrations.
Minami pressed herself into him, trying to take more pleasure from his mouth than he could give. Her hips had already begun to rock against him, where she pressed herself against his hardness. Wes enjoyed the feeling for a long minute, her body rocking back and forth, up and down.
Her nipple came out of his mouth with a soft pop, and then he pulled the other in. Her grinding was starting to have an edge to it as the pleasure of her rubbing started to build up in her body as an erotic energy that she couldn't control and didn't want to stop. He let her continue, even as he wanted to give her more pleasure still.
Minami let out a soft mewling moan at the contact between them, and Wes thrust his hips up to meet her grind forward, eliciting a soft yelp of pleasure from her lips. Wes let his teeth meet the soft flesh of her neck, his hands replacing his mouth on her breasts, tweaking and teasing her swollen nipples.
She let out another gasp. It was so cute, how she tried to stay quiet and simply could not, no matter what she tried. Wes pushed her back and off, eliciting a moan of disappointment. He pushed his weight up a bit, undid the fly on his jeans and pushed them a little way down his hips.
"Suck my cock," he growled, enjoying her obedience as she slipped to the ground. Her mouth opened and took him inside, and all of a sudden he was experiencing heat and pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him from the moment that her lips wrapped around him.
"Fuck."
He could see in her expression that she enjoyed his saying that. He let her dictate the pace, forcing his hands away from her head even as they wanted to find their way back into her thick black hair and force her to take it deeper, force her to go faster.
She rewarded him for his patience by using her tongue, shooting pleasure through his whole body as she swirled it around him, still in her mouth.
"Jesus, fuck, girl!"
He pulled her off. As much as he wanted to cum, and he wanted to cum inside her mouth, he wanted more than that, too, and it would be a shame to waste himself in her mouth when there were so much more inviting targets.
"Is everything okay?"
"Fucking Christ, Minami—get up here."
She reached down to pull her panties off, and then moved back onto the couch, straddling his hips and lining her moist pussy up with his hard shaft, then settling her weight down until Wes was inside her all the way to the hilt.
Wes let out a low groan as she pushed inside, the feeling of her squeezing down and clinging to him as she started to move no less than the first time they'd done it. It shot little wild thoughts through his head, pleasure that he couldn't stop or control, until he wasn't anything more than the feeling of a cock and the knowledge of what he was supposed to do with it.
Wes shifted his hips and tipped her over even as she bounced on his cock, pushing her off to the side until she was on her back, the two of them still mated together. It was his turn, now.
He pressed one desperate kiss to her lips before pulling back to put his hands around her throat, enjoying the way that her body pressed into his hand, looking forward to the high that the oxygen deprivation would give her even without knowing it.
He plowed into her with a powerful thrust and put his weight down on his hands at the same instant, eliciting a choked moan from Minami's lips, even as she no doubt wanted to do anything else.
Her body writhed under him as he fucked her, the feeling of their bodies connected too much for either of them to bear for long. Wes could feel the orgasm that was currently ripping through her in the way that she clung even tighter to his cock, as if it needed to memorize the exact shape of his head, as if it wanted to make sure that he couldn't pull out in time.
He didn't have any intention of making that mistake, not when he didn't have to. He put more weight down on her throat, Minami's eyes starting to roll in her head at the pleasure, and pushed inside with one last, powerful thrust before he let himself cum.
Shot after shot of potent cum shot out inside her as the two of them lost themselves together in orgasm. Wes lifted his hand from Minami's throat and pressed a kiss against her lips. She took his lips between her teeth, the pair of them still coming down from the incredible high of sex.
"Jesus Christ, girl," he panted. "Your body was made for fucking."
"Oh yeah?"
"Well if it weren't," Wes said, thrusting his still-hard cock inside her again for emphasis, "then you're a god damned quick learner."
She moved her hips up to meet his next slow thrust, and a shock of arousal shot through Wes even as he could feel his cock starting to grow softer.
"You promise?"
"Jesus, Minami, you don't know what you're doing to me."
"Or maybe I just had a good teacher."
Wes closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her around him for another long moment before pulling out, tracing a line of kisses between her jaw and her breast.
"I certainly hope so."
"I'd say he did alright," Minami answered, her hands tracing lines through Wes's hair.
Wes could hardly remember what had him in such a bad mood before, and now that he was feeling a little better he sure as hell didn't want to go trying to figure it out.
"How'd you sleep?"
Minami's eyes drifted shut a second, post-sex tiredness threatening to overtake them both.
"Fine. How'd you sleep?"
"I didn't," he said, surprised that he told her the truth. Minami Shimizu was doing all sorts of things to him, and some of them she damn well shouldn't have.
Or he shouldn't have let her.
Fifteen
Minami
Minami sat in the car and tried not to think about what was going to happen next. There was a good deal of trouble that she was going to get in, and there was no doubt about that.
Whether she called for Majima to get her or not, there was going to be trouble. Only, there wasn't. In fact, there wasn't much of anything happening, which was all that much more surprising. Her father didn't come to ask her where she'd been. Nobody came by to talk to her about anything, really.
Even Mother didn't really say much, besides stopping in to say that they were going to a thing, and she was on her own for dinner. That suited Minami just fine. She'd grown up eating fish, but living in America and eating fish every night could get tiring quickly. Had gotten tiring.
She thought for a minute about what to do, and then decided that she wasn't going to make any decisions at all, not really.
"I want to go for a drive," she said, to the first person to show up. They told her the usual spiel, and then started to take her to the cars. There was some consternation when she said that, no, she'd like
to drive herself. She wanted to go for a drive by herself.
But they weren't going to tell her no, were they? Of course they weren't. As much trouble as they might get into for letting her go, they knew they'd get in at least as much trouble for arguing with the chairman's daughter.
Minami slipped into the Bentley's front seat and turned on the engine. It had been a long time since she drove. Months. Now it was going to be doubly odd, because this car was worth more than everything she'd owned when she was here on her own, all of it put together.
She slipped the clutch and let it out in gear, took the car slow up the driveway and into the street. Driving was comforting. She'd liked it, back when she had reason to do her own driving. Sometimes it would be nice just to go out at 2 A.M. and just let herself… drive.
Look at the street-lights, watch the four other cars on the road whip by. It didn't matter how slow she went—and, for that matter, it didn't much matter how fast, because there wasn't anyone out watching, not most of the time anyways.
Minami took in a deep breath and slipped the car into the next gear, let herself go on auto-pilot to Wesley's place. A car like this, it might not be smart to leave there, but she didn't have much other choice, and she wasn't planning on staying long.
She left the car on the side of the road and went on up. Wes agreed to let her take him out, started to grab his car keys from the hook on the wall when she shook her head.
"No, I'll drive."
"Oh?"
"I've got a car waiting."
"I see," he said, pulling a face.
He followed her down and out the front. Minami blushed and hurried into the car when she saw the 'Fire Lane — No Parking' sign, but no ticket meant nobody had noticed yet.
She slipped it back into gear and they were off.
"Where are we going?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "I hadn't really thought about it."
"Someplace Japanese?"
She shot him a look. "I could eat that at home, if that was all I wanted."