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  1. A Knee

    A Knee "We're all trying to forget someone" Assistant

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    His comment earned him a scowl. "You bitch. You know why I'm here." She growled, wrapping her hand around his tie. "And I didn't bring an extra pair. Unless you have something, looks like I'm stuck in this." She smirked.

    Her heart pounded as she yanked him close to her once again, allowing her lips to find his own. That same electrifying feeling shot through her once again. The feeling her body had been missing. His kiss had gotten under her skin and it was a feeling she wanted back. Her hands remained tight, her lips exploring his excitedly. Her knees began to shake as she began to feel lightheaded. She pulled away just for a moment to catch her breath, her body trembling with excitement. His scent surrounded her like a warm blanket. She imagined it was something she could just get lost in. "Sorry if that was a bit abrupt..." She answered hastily, taking a step back and readjusting her clothing, her face a bit red. That's when reality hit her. "Wait you said company?" Her eyes widened as she realized the situation. The suit. The sword. The mysterious circumstances. "Oh fuck." Althea stammered, leaning back against her car, her hands running through her hair anxiously.
     
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  2. Lucien M. Durand

    Lucien M. Durand Even angels have their wicked schemes.... Member

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    "You bitch," Were the first syallables out of the journalists mouth. "You know why I'm here." She then said, shutting the car door. and started towards him with some measure of authority. She didn't quite grasp the nature of why Hideyori Sanada was so well dressed, why he had a well-made handmade tachi that had been tempered in clay and had a bronze lion motif.

    "Well, that's quite the greeting to your gracious host who let you in uninvited," Hide teased tilting his head. the 45-year old male looked to be only 30 at most, maybe 35. " Dont suppose you have a change of clothes--my compatriots will be starting quite a bit voraciously at you in that--honestly, I'd rather it be my treat alone." He confessed.

    "And I didn't bring an extra pair. Unless you have something, looks like I'm stuck in this." Althea stated, tugging on the once neatly tucked tie, pulling it free. A bit of a thoughtful look composed on his face before he was suddenly jerked into a long, heated kiss.

    Theirl lips crackled and sizzled like electricity building static in between the two. Though he wascertainly the more composed of them, he could almost feel the sword slipping from his hand as he wanted to embrace her fully, not with just a calloused firm hand on one side of her face--no, he wanted to hold her. Without looking or being able to lift his eye lids he could feel her trembling in excitement.. When she pulled away, she seemed highly reluctant to do so.

    "Sorry if that was a bit abrupt..." she breathed heavily and regained some semblence of composure.

    "Not at at all, I like womene who know what they want and arent afraid to take it--by force if necessary." He answered truthfully.

    "Wait you said company?" She questioned quickly, suddenly coming to grips with the situation.

    "Ah, yes--I did. The Kumoichi, the head of the 42 clans of Kyoto is here." He told the young woman who took in the information about as well as someone who was about to be executed.

    "Oh fuck." Althea fell back against her car, her hands toying with her hair out of nervous habit.

    "Yes, he is very...traditional too so your outfit--as much as I myself like it, he wont--but don't worry--I have an idea but you're going to have to trust me. Deal?" Hideyori asked sliding the scabbard through a special belt that functioned like the girdle of a hakama. "I have a kimono, it belonged to my mother when she was younger--before she left me on the street. I will dress you in that but---" He paused momentarily. "It will require that I obviously undress you and put it on you.."
     
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    A Knee "We're all trying to forget someone" Assistant

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    Her eyes widened with surprise. "Uhm..." Blush covered her face. "I-I don't know... A-Are you sure I can't just wear this? I-I can fix the buttons if that's what you're worried about." She said hastily, fumbling with the top buttons on her shirt.

    "I-I mean we aren't really even technically an official couple yet- isn't that a big step? I-I could just come back another time." She stammered, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. In all honesty she didn't want to leave, but she was worried about undressing in front of him. What if he expected more? What if he didn't like her after that? And what if it lead to something else?
     
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  4. Lucien M. Durand

    Lucien M. Durand Even angels have their wicked schemes.... Member

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    "Oh, I see--I see now. You want me to be your boyfriend." Hideyori stated, laughing rather amused.

    " You want that life, you're better off looking somwhere far from here," He told her with a smile, a grin that made him all the more charming as the Yakuza Leiutenant tucked his hand into his black dress slacks which had been neatly folded and ironed out making crisp lines in them all the way down to his polished black italian leather shoes. His expensive watch

    "You don't want to get tangled up in this life, with me." Hideyori admitted, his smile faded replaced by something just as defining.

    It wasn't quite shame, but it left him at odds with himself over the things he had to do; things that Althea would, perhaps even coulldn't accept. Morals were ambiguous at best in this way of life. Thea's words rang alarm bells in the older man's head. He was certainly flirting with disaster with this one. But part of him couldn't help itself, it was like walking towards a storm surge. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd felt this way towards anyone or anything--except the first time pointed a gun at some one. The rush of adrenaline, the intoxicating euphoria of the experience were nearly identical.

    "I-I don't know... A-Are you sure I can't just wear this? I-I can fix the buttons if that's what you're worried about." Althea suggested, her modesty and sudden awareness that he could very well make her do whatever the hell he wanted given his status and ranking in the syndicate.

    Placing one hand ont the hilt of the sword that hung from his waist, his head tilted one way then the next, observing Althea Xuno with his undivided attention which would only make the young woman all the more bashful. The way his mature eyes were looking at her now. It would feel as if were staring at her completely naked as he mved to her left side; his right hand reached out and trailed his fingers up her pantyhose that covered her shapely limber legs. At first it was his fingertips 'walking' up from her knee but as he moved onto her thigh his hand became flush with her leg. He almost seemed to hold it in place even as his hand slid under her black pleated skirt.

    Hideyori's hand slid over the tights she wore, feeling the black lace of Althea's panties as he drew his lips to Althea's ears, breathing slow and deep; hot exchanges of air misting her skin along the hinge of her jaw in warmth and light moisture. "I'm very, very sure." he asssured Thea, his hand playfully if teasingly slapping her ass making her shift closer to him.

    Smiling, as he stepped backwards away from her, he then nodded towards the entrance to his home rather than towards the guest wing where his Kumicho, Hatake Komosa was at and lead her inside where they removed their shoes. This time he led her down an enclosed veranda with sheet glass windows which over looked a verdant garden illuminated by several weathered stone lanterns which made the garden look so peaceful and serene. Hide continued leading Thea through the lengthy veranda until he stopped, he opened the fusuma doors wide before he stepped cautiously into the darkened room.

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    Hideyori pulled on the hanging cord to illuminate the room before he stepped over to a very old trunk; the brass all but tarnished and faded and laquer was aged so the veneer had no patina left to it. He opened the heavy lid and slipped his arms into the trunk and retrieved what they had come to this room for. It was a furisode a very formal type of kimono. Mostly black, it was painted with a large peony with a unique touch on the gold-through ground of black. The hem blur is purple. Hideyori held the attire with care before placing it on a rack for Althea to get acloser look; it was made of pure genuine silk.

    As Althea stepped closer to the wardrobe, Hideyori stepped up behind. As she took in the extravagent detail and amazing workmanship, Hide pressed his lips to the back of Thea's neck, brushing her dark strands to one side so that he could better entice the young woman. His hands followed her limber and supple figure to her hips where one hand grabbed the zipper at the back of her skirt, the other lipping under her shirt, palm flat to the reporter's toned stomach, his hand encroaching lower flirting with the brim of her black underwear as he pulled the zipper down further and further, loosening the skirts once firm hold around Althea's midriff. She could feel his touch was very, vert experienced--in many ways but one was very discernable right now and it would show her body just how it wanted to be kissed, carressed and lightly touched....
     
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    When his hand found her leg, Thea's heart began to pound. She felt it trail up, her knees growing weak as his hand slid beneath her skirt. Once his hand found the lace, she had lost it. Her body trembled with excitement. As he leaned closer, she could feel her breath slowly accelerate. As she felt his breath against her face, she let out a quiet sigh, allowing her eyes to close as she sunk into the moment. His words were like honey. She was brought back to reality with his playful slap, her face turning a bright shade of pink. She stumbled into him, biting her lip, a bit of disappointment following as he began to lead her away.

    She followed him through the beautiful house, her eyes filled with wonder and happiness. As they approached the old trunk, curiosity trailed through her body. When he pulled out the beautiful kimono, she gasped.

    Althea slowly approached it, the beauty taking a hold of her, not knowing of him approaching from behind. Once his lips landed against her neck, she gasped once again. She felt his hands slide smoothly onto her hips as the zipper of her skirt was almost effortlessly undone. She bit her lip, closing her eyes with a soft sigh as she felt his soft hands against her body. The feel of his fingertips against her underwear was almost intoxicating. His touch was perfect and experienced, like a painter painting a mural. Each little touch was meaningful and brought a new form of excitement.
     
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    Hideyori drew the zipper slowly on the back of the black mid-length, pleated skirt, revealing the dark rim of her black cotton-lace panties. The older man guided the nubile and much younger woman up against the wall. Her padded lace bra with floral designs pushed out further from her provocatively open white blouse. It was a wireless bra with adjustable straps. It was visible through her top the closer one came towards Althea, the more noticeable it was that her bra clearly showed through the light-colored chiffon and polyester mix of the long sleeve top.

    She was trying to appeal to his tastes, though what she did not realize was he preferred more modestly and traditionally dressed women. While there was that part of him that found the seductive outfit she had worn attractive, he was very much like his adoptive father Hatake Komosa, the Kumicho the man who led the Shimabata-kai syndicate, the one who excused him to greet Althea and the one he was trying to make Althea presentable for, for her own good. It was not him dismissing her sense of style or trying to insult her in any way, but there were standards, rules--guidelines that had and needed to be followed. He did not want to see the disapproving scowl of his adoptive father's expression should she greet him wearing something he would see as 'skimpy'.


    The very fact he was letting her wear his mother's furisode, an elegant and dignified wardrobe that would take some time putting on correctly, meant something. There were a lot of 'parts' to wearing a kimono. Luckily, Hideyori ran several okiya in three hanamachi or geisha districts where okiya and ochaya were found. Okiya were establishments like an inn that geiko and maiko often lived in during their tenure and training, Ochaya were Japanese tea houses were the maiko or geiko would often work, though there were also theatres where they would perform plays.


    He was a Danna of 13 maiko. Danna were, very affluent men who paid for the training of the geisha, they also paid for the lodging, meals, and even their kimonos which could cost thousands of dollars on their own let alone all the other expenses. This is to say they were sponsors to geisha though Danna were an outdated tradition, some still existed. Hide took being a Danna very seriously. He was very protective of the young women under his care and supervision. He had worked over a few rowdy customers who did not show proper respect to the women in his employ. His temper in this regard was somewhat well-known throughout the hanamachi that the maiko under him worked in.

    If there was ever a time, or an act that could send Hide into a rage it was and mistreatment of the girls that worked for him. One incident where a gaijin, an outsider--a foreigner had gotten too drunk and took the graceful flirting of a maiko named Mayuri too seriously and tried to force himself on her. Hideyori tied the man's hand to a table then took a hammer and shattered every bone in his hand--one by one. Each knuckle of every finger and even the plates that formed the palm. The man screamed for hours until the pain was so intense that screaming didn't help so he fell into an almost catatonic state where his senses were dulled to the point he was incoherent when they left him in the ER at the nearest hospital. the man never said a word or even described Hideyori so there was nothing to go on and the case fell the wayside,

    Nonetheless, here he was. This violent criminal--this volatile man slowly and gently undressing a reporter who had snuck on to his property a week ago just for the chance to get a scoop, a bit of dirt on him or any of his fellow yakuza family members. He did not really know Althea, but there was something about her that just...captivated and enthralled him. So, as he placed his heavy, calloused hands along her wide hips of her svelte frame he did so with purpose and intention. He eased her skirt down after he pulled her hips back and out while ensuring her upper body remained pressed into the wall.

    Using his feet to guide her, he made sure her legs were spread far enough apart that when he began to peel her skirt down and away, it moved fluidly and didn't catch or snag on her dark cotton panties which also had a lace trim to them. Kneeling slowly, his rough textured hands were felt molding to Althea's toned round buttocks; palms flush with the exposed portion the brim did not quite cover. The he touched her it was reminiscent of a person molding malleable clay into something else entirely. These were the same hands that were capable of terrible violence, of shedding blood and taking lives so effortlessly.

    He let her skirt crumple at her bare feet on the floor. Hideyori gripped Althea, spreading her cheeks and kneading them after he ran his fingers up the woman's limber legs. As he stood up, he coiled an arm over one of her hips, placing his left hand against the front of her pelvis, pressing his fingers deliberately into the region between her legs.; grinding slowly up and down before the reporter would feel him rub the petal like folds of skin covering her entrance through the soft cotton material of her panties making Althea slowly, and gradually release a hushed gasp, an abrupt involuntary exhale that expressed her delight even if in the back of her mind she was seriously questioning her motives and what she really wanted--why she was really there.

    Yet, as his hand slid upwards, to a highly erogenous part of her anatomy she breathed heavily, closing her eyes as her clit released wave after wave of adrenaline and euphoric sensations the poured through her veins like venom; it was intoxicating being touched so intentionally and with such experienced movements that when his hand continued to rise, slipping under her blouse to press against her smooth, flat stomach--she found herself biting her lip whining a bit because she was enjoying his careful touches and strokes. They had been so efficient at making her feel that she wanted him to touch her more. He pressed his pelvis into Althea's ass, letting her feel and know the self-evident and distinct shape of his groin which had begun to swell with anticipation and need. However, Hide was a man of great self-control and even she wanted it and he wanted; he was not going to force himself on her.

    Instead, he used his hips to push hers forwards straightening her out, making her parallel and flush with the wall, The mobster then guided her to turn around slowly, and step out of her skirt, as he stood there before her, eyes almond colored eyes locked on hers as he began to unbutton her blouse revealing her navel and midriff and slowly her ribs then finally her ample and supple breasts covered only by the pad, uplifting bra she wore. this whole time he had not said anything but then he leaned in and whispered in a deep, throaty voice that was sultry and highly attractive to her ears.

    "Do you want me to keep touching you--or would you rather I just hurry up and put the kimono on you?" He inquired, standing so near her, she could feel the stern rigidness of his build pressing into her lissome frame; she could feel the heat emanating from every slow, deep exhale he released.
     
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