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Yuki
Book Two of a Political Saga
(Note: You MUST read ‘Protection’ first)
By

Nessus

Music: (Yuki’s Theme) “Sly” by Massive Attack on the “Protection” CD

Chapter One

Karen was waiting for me when I finally stood at the airport at the end of my journey. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, she was smiling nervously at me as I walked towards her, my small bag in my hand. 

“Hi,” she said, taking my bag and leading the way to her car. “I was glad to hear you were coming back,” she said as she started the car, pulling out from the airport and driving towards the research institute in the desert. I smiled at her and then watched the desert rush past. “Are you afraid?”

“A little,” I admitted.

“You can change your mind.”

I shook my head. “No, I can not do that. I am halfway between a man and a woman. I am more woman than man so it is easier, I think, to go forward than back but I'm still afraid.”

Karen helped me get settled in my room and left me so I could take a long bath. Relaxed and clean, wrapped in a soft white robe and feeling fresher, I lounged on my bed and read a magazine.

A knock on the door and the doctor and Karen entered. “Hello, Yuki,” the doctor said in that crisp Germanic accent of hers. “You are well?” I nodded. “We have scheduled the process to begin tomorrow.”

I swallowed. “That soon?” Karen perched on the bed and patted my arm.

“Yes, it is better. All the body parts, internal organs and tissues have been harvested and we need to progress the operation. First step is the surgery to remove the male genitals and then into stasis to graft the parts to you. It will take at least three months in stasis but you will be a complete woman when you emerge. Extensive hormone therapy and mental conditioning will take place in that time. I assume you wish your memory reblocked?”

I was puzzled. “What do you mean, please, by reblocked?’

“You will emerge from the tank a fully functioning female with, due to the mental conditioning and hormones, you will begin to think and act more deeply as a female. If we do not reblock your memory you will remember you were once male and all your past experiences. It is better for you to forget so you can begin again. It’s a rebirth and we can arrange a new identity and we can change your appearance again. Although,” she said a little wistfully, “It would be a shame to alter your appearance as we did such beautiful work there. It is perfect.”

I shook my head. “No,” I said calmly. “No loss of memory, please.”

“But you must. Otherwise you will be a young woman who once used to be a male and knows it! It will be difficult.”

“I understand but I do not want to forget. The experiences make me who I am and I am Yuki. Besides,” I smiled at Karen, “I do not wish to forget my friends.”

“I see,” the doctor said stiffly. “That is your choice. I want it noted that I advised you not to, as it will be difficult.  As I said, we begin to morrow.”

It was a long process and I do not remember any of it clearly. I recall being prepared for the surgery and being wheeled to the operating theatre with Robyn and Karen walking with me, forced cheerful looks on their faces and concern deep in their eyes.

There were dreams, of course, many dreams of different shapes and tensions. Dreams of people past and present, visions of the future.

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The sunlight was strong on my face as I gradually woke. My throat was sore, probably from the tubes in stasis and I felt light and relaxed. I was in a light and airy room, lying in a bed with crisp white linen with the slight breeze rustling the curtains. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming and then I released I was back.

“Yuki?” I voice softly said and I turned my head in its direction. It was Karen, staring down at me with concern as she pressed a button next to the bed. “Yuki, are you awake? It’s me, Karen. Can you see me?”

“Yes,” I croaked and she carefully put a glass tube between my lips so I could suck some water. “How long?” I said hoarsely.

She knew what I meant. “Twenty seven weeks,” she said. “A long time. How do you feel?”

“Tired,” I said sinking back and closing my eyes. When I woke again, Karen was there but dressed differently so I guessed I had slept for a few days or more. The doctor was also there.

“Her eyes are opening. Excellent,” the doctor said and Karen leaned close. “Yuki,” the doctor said in a loud voice. “Can you hear us?”

“Yes,” I murmured. “Please do not shout.” Karen giggled softly and the doctor frowned briefly.

“I wasn’t aware I was.” 

“I apologise,” I said more loudly. “Was it a success?” I asked and the doctor brightened.

“It was a complete success in everyway. The transplant was perfect and the hormone therapy has added a higher fat content to your body and you are officially female.”

“Can I see?” I asked hesitantly and the doctor moved closer.

“Of course,” she said more softly and gently lifted the linen. I was naked underneath and I looked down. My breasts appeared larger as they lolled on my chest but my eyes were drawn to my groin where I could make out the smoothness of my groin with the visible lips of my vagina. “You recall we use a defoliant so, I’m afraid, you will never have pubic hair.”

“Think of the bikini’s you can wear,” Karen said a little too brightly and I smiled slightly.

“The hormones have increased the size of your breasts as well. We will do a complete examination after you’re completely rested.” She dropped the cover back over me and I blinked the tears away as I turned my head.

“Yuki,” Karen asked softly. “What is it?”

“I’m so happy,” I said tearfully and she held my hand as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

Chapter Two

The days wandered on with conditioning educing from every other day to just one day a week and discussions with Karen on my body and coming to terms with it. My first period came and went, my emotions were changing and I found myself crying at a television program I would never have watched in my previous life.

 I was becoming familiar and very comfortable with my body although I was a little embarrassed by the increased size of my breasts and unconsciously chose to wear baggy tops to hide them until Karen pointed this out. For the first few days of wearing tighter clothes, I felt embarrassed but was getting used to it, although I had not yet graduated to a bikini. I also had not yet experimented with my sexuality as; frankly, I didn’t know how and was too shy to ask. 

My hair had grown very long while in the stasis tank and it now reached to the small of my back and I spent hours thinking as I mechanically brushed it, staring blankly into the mirror while I tried to plan a new life for Yuki Toshiro.

Every now and again, I would take the envelope out that Chorister had given me and look at the airline tickets and the address for the hotel in New York. The time was drawing nearer and sometimes I wondered if I should go or should just disappear with my precious documents to start a new life. The thought also occurred to me that Chorister might not even show and this was, somehow, a cruel joke.

One afternoon, the week before I was to go to New York, Andaluan Krill entered my life.

I was lounging on my bed, dressed in black stretch pants and a large white over shirt with my hair pulled back and just staring out the window at the desert.  A tall older woman walked in as if she owned the place and, I found out later, she did. A striking woman, she was dressed in a white pantsuit that highlighted her dark skin and had large gold hoop earrings dangling from each ear. 

“I’m Krill,” she said and immediately made herself comfortable in the visitor’s chair. “Have you heard of me?”

I scrambled to my feet and offered a small bow. “No,” I said quietly. “I must apologise because I am not aware.”

“Good. Our security is working. I’m the current leader of PFPP and, I guess you could say, I’m the Centre you maybe have heard about.”

“Please, what is PFPP?”

Krill smiled a little. “A fair question. Penis Free People for Power. We work to achieve a fifty percent of the political and business power for all women through out the world.” She suddenly switched tack. “Yuki, why did you choose not to have your memories removed? “

“My memories make me who I am,” I explained patiently.

“I see. Chorister said you were a very strong person.”

“I did not use to be. I think I am very weak.” Strangely, my heart was beating faster at the mention of Chorister’s name. 

Krill leaned forward. “Yuki, I know you must hate us for the cruel and strange things that have happened to you. Do you plan some revenge?”

I looked out the window while I thought. Revenge? The idea had not even entered my mind. Was that the conditioning or because I was becoming more and more grateful for the events that had changed my life and body?

“No,” I said slowly. “I do not hate you.” Krill relaxed a little but I went on. “I do not like you much either.” She smiled and nodded agreement as if she understood. “But I can not hate. Perhaps it is your clever conditioning? I do not plan revenge.”

Krill leaned back and crossed her legs. “Yuki, would you consider working for our cause and joining the PFPP? You don’t have to answer right away, just think about it,” she quickly added.

“Please, why would you want me as I could bring little value?”

“You’re certainly qualified.” Her smile quickly vanished as I tilted my head and looked at her. “I mean, you are a woman, a woman who knows the most intimate thoughts and driving emotions of men. You understand men in a way our psychologists can never do. That is of extreme value.”

“I see. Please, I will think about it as you ask but I do not feel the commitment that you do for this cause.” I waited a few minutes and hesitating a little, spoke. “Please, you have spoken to Chorister Wolf?”

Krill smiled and nodded. “Just last week. She’s looking forward very much to New York. Are you going?” she asked, studying me closely.

Strangely, my heart was beating faster again and I felt myself flush a little. “Yes, I too am looking forward to New York.” It was at that exact moment that I came to the realisation that I was actually looking forward to the trip and, more importantly, seeing Chorister again.

Andaluan Krill stood up and placed a small white card on the dresser. “Yuki, think about it and call me on this direct number anytime you want to talk. Anything else I can do for you?”

I hesitated and then spoke slowly. “When I speak to people, I see laughter in their eyes and it is, I fear, because of this accent of mine. Please, can this be removed?”

Krill placed her hand on my arm and spoke gently. “Yuki, that isn’t laughter in their eyes, it is wonder. The formality of your accent, together with your striking beauty, gives you a very regal presence. When I first saw the videos of you my jaw dropped. You look and act like an Eastern Princess.” I blushed at her comments and she smiled gently. “The accent will probably go in time but to remove it through the conditioning would also remove memories. Do you want that?”

 I shook my head. “It will remain then and I will try not to look into eyes as I talk because I still see laughter.”

Krill laughed, dropped her hand and walked to the door. “In time you will begin to understand the impact your presence has, Yuki.” She paused and turned back to me. “Yuki,” she said in a serious tone, “our plans did not include all that happened to you.” I must have looked puzzled as she rushed on. “Jennifer was the leader prior to me and she stood down to pursue her ambitions. I don’t know what happened but she has gone a little crazy somehow. The forced seclusion and planned murder or suicide were her plans and as I was unavailable no one pushed back except for Chorister.”

“I do not really understand.”

“I know I can’t apologise for all of this but it got out of hand because of Jennifer. Chorister found out what she was doing to you and stepped in against orders. Told her you were dead and then cleaned up. At one point she thought it would be kinder to terminate you.” I nodded as I remembered that moment. “Chorister had no idea the changes to you would be so drastic but the scientific team sometimes forget the human side of their work when exploring their technology.” She waited but I said nothing. “Just thought you should know,” she said stiffly and opened the door.

“Please,” I said. “Could I ask two favours from you?”

“Two?”

“Could you arrange for a good hairdresser to visit me?”

“A hairdresser?”

“Please, I would like my hair to be cut.”

“Why? Yuki, it is so beautiful.”

“It takes so much time to care for it and I do not know if I will have that time in my new life. Please?”

“Takes a bit of work to be a woman, doesn’t it. Ok, I’ll arrange it for tomorrow. I know just the guy and he’s good. He’ll cry over cutting it but he’ll do a great job.”

I bowed. “Thank you so much.”

“The second favour?”

I felt myself blushing so I lowered my face. “Is it possible for you to tell Chorister I am looking forward to travelling to New York?”

Krill smiled. “I can do that. She’ll be pleased. Goodbye, Yuki, I hope you call me.”

As the door closed, I turned back to the mirror and tried to imagine what my new hairstyle would be while dreaming of New York.

Chapter Three

The cab driver fussed over me all the way from the airport into the city, even personally loading my bags into the trunk. He kept glancing at me in his mirror, chattering away to me in his thick Russian accent and I would nod politely, not really understanding him.

The hairdresser had been good as Krill had promised and I my hair was in a more modern and fashionable spiky style that just touched my shoulders. I was wearing an Italian pants suit in a peach colour over a simple low cut white top with gold jewellery. Although more comfortable with my new body shape, I noticed that men’s eyes were constantly drawn to my chest when talking to me.

The hotel was in the new minimalist style with high ceilings, white walls and metal. The cab driver insisted on carrying my bags into the lobby and my heels clicked on the marble as I followed him. The lobby was crowded with upwardly mobile fashionable people, wishing for paparazzi and the conversation dropped as I walked through the groups. I felt their eyes on me as the cab driver placed my bags in front of the stainless steel reception desk.

The cab driver smiled at me when I thanked him for carrying the bags. “You are the most beautiful woman I ever seen,” he said in that thick Russian accent, gallantly sweeping his battered cap off and bowing slightly. “I wish you a happy stay in New York.”  I had paid him on the sidewalk and he strode off through the crowd that was watching me intently with no pretence of doing anything but.

The three people, two women and a man, behind the desk looked expectantly at me and I took a step forward but a large black shape quickly stepped in front of me. It was Chorister, dressed in black, complete with her dark glasses, suddenly looming over the reception desk.

“This is Yuki Toshiro,” she said in that commanding flat voice of hers. “She has reservations.”

The woman nodded and studied the screen and when she saw the details she turned her smile up by a few thousand watts. “It’s a pleasure to have you stay with us, Ms Toshiro,” she beamed and I bowed slightly. The woman looked up at Chorister and her smile faltered for an instant but returned. “You are Ms Wolf, Ms Toshiro’s bodyguard?” 

“I prefer Personal Assistant,” Chorister corrected and a buzz of conversation swept through the watching people in the lobby.

“Of course,” the woman said. “We have given you our best suite with two bedrooms and it’s on the top floor. The porter will take your bags. Welcome to New York, Ms Toshiro.” I smiled and bowed and was surprised when all three behind the reception desk returned the bow. This hotel obviously trained their staff well.

The crowd watched as I followed Chorister and the porter to the elevator doors where I suddenly stooped and turned to face them. I bowed slightly from the waist and politely said, “Thank you for being most attentive.” Suddenly, everybody in the lobby appeared to be busy doing something and quickly talking about trivial things. Chorister’s lips twitched as we rode in silence to our suite.

Chorister tipped the porter and I wandered through the enormous suite. It was beautiful with polished timber floors, sparkling steel columns, white walls and soaring ceilings. One side of the suite consisted of floor to ceiling windows that framed the breathtaking view of the New York skyline.

“You like it?” she asked, seemingly almost nervous.

“This is very beautiful. Thank you for arranging this.” She smiled. “Please tell me what you told the hotel staff about me so I know what part I am to play?”

Chorister cleared her throat. “That you are a famous Japanese film star and travelling incognito. They bought it especially when they saw you. You’ve changed a little, even more beautiful. It went well?” she asked nervously and I smiled at her.

“Thank you, it went very well, although it did take a long time, I am now complete.”

“I’ve been thinking about everything I did, about you everyday for the last ten months and I wanted to tell you how sorry I was for the things I did, things I made you do,” her smile faltered.

“Don’t,” I said gently, turning to look at the view. “There is no reason for you to apologise to me.”

“You must hate me,” her voice cracked.

“No,” I said still looking at the view. “There are times when I think I should thank you. I come to realise my life, as a man was narrow, confined and shallow. I have all ready experienced emotions and values I did not know existed. I am sure there are other emotions I have not yet experienced,” I said shyly, lowering my eyes.

We stood in an awkward silence for a few moments until I turned and smiled brightly. “So, I will enjoy luxury of that wonderful bathroom and then you can take me to dinner in this wonderful city of yours.”

Chorister smiled and did a mock bow. “My pleasure. I have arranged it all ready.”

“Thank you,” I said returning the bow. “Could I please ask you one small favour, Chorister?’

“Anything.”

“Please do not wear those awful things that hide your eyes.” She smiled broadly, removed the dark glasses and revealed her sparling green eyes. I smiled and walked into the bathroom.

Chapter Four

I soaked in the bath for a long while, wondering what to wear and wondering about the strange feelings that were stirring within me. Ideas flooded through me as I worked on my face, mentally discarding that outfit and wondering about another.  Finally, I settled for a simple black cocktail dress. Although I found myself wondering why I was doing it, I chose black lace lingerie complete with garter belt and black stockings.

 Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt sensual, sexy and absolutely female. Part of me also whispered in a corner of my mind that I was acting as seduction machine and I also knew that any normal man, would have jumped all over me, driven by wild desire. The question was, who was I seducing or was I just experimenting as I moved forward in my new life?  

I finished it off with simple jewellery and a musky perfume that swirled around me as I walked. Chorister’s jaw dropped when I walked in and I bowed, clutching my small purse in front of me. “I apologise for keeping you waiting.

“Don’t worry about,” she croaked. “It was worth it.”

We ate at a small Italian restaurant where the staff fussed over us all night, a piano accordion player stood at our table while he played and, even the chef visited our table to implore us to try certain dishes. He was a big smiling man who laughed and cajoled us until the problems of the world seemed unimportant and vague.

“This is wonderful,” I said to Chorister as I took a small sip of the red wine. “Thank you.”

She nodded her head and I marvelled at those green eyes. “It’s my pleasure.” The restaurant was full and noisy; the sound of people enjoying themselves filled me with happiness, and happiness I had not felt before. After a moment she put her glass down and looked at me. “Do you miss Harvey?” she said suddenly.

“Harvey?” I said, surprised. “I have not thought of him for a long time.” I suddenly realised I not only thought of my former self as a completely separate person but I had not even thought of him for a long time.

“You made the right choice?” Chorister asked, her finger circling the top of her wineglass.

“Yes,” I said simply. “I am very happy. I am more at home as a woman than I ever was as a man. Yes,” I said looking deeply into those beautiful green eyes, “I am happy.” I took a small sip of wine. “Chorister, do you have a lover?” I asked, surprised that I did. “I am sorry,” I said quickly. “That is not for me to know.”

“I don’t mind. No, I don’t have a lover and I haven’t for a long time.” We sat in silence and she suddenly smiled at me. “You are very beautiful,” she said in a husky voice. “I thought you were before you went back to the Institute but now, you’re extraordinary."

I tilted my head in a coquettish way. “That is very kind of you to say that.”

“It’s true,” she said, waving her hand at the restaurant. “Look around, every man and a few of the women have their eyes glued on you all night.”

“Please,” I whispered, eyes lowered, “Do not say those things in such a loud way as it embarrasses me.” 

“The chef doesn’t usually come to the table and entertain people, you know,” she said, lowering her voice and leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure the waiters said something to him and he had to come out for a look.”

I raised my eyes. “Does this attention embarrass you? I am sorry if it does.”

Chorister smiled. “Embarrassed? No, I’m kind of proud in a funny sort of way. It’s not every night I get to dine with a movie star, you know,” she added mischievously, raising her glass to her lips.

“Of course I had forgotten I am a famous movie star but yet, no one has asked me for my autograph.”

She lowered her glass and looked at me quizzically. “Did you just make a joke?”

 “I am sorry, it was a small attempt. It is this accent. I am surprised you do not laugh every time I speak.”

“Why would I do that? You’re accent is not funny, it is different but it suits you and makes you so, oh I don’t know,” she finished lamely.

“Krill said it mad me royal.”

“Yes, she told me you were like an Eastern Princess.”

I blushed. “I am surprised she told you that.”

“Why?”

“I did think it was something she said to make me feel better.”

“Oh no, she meant it.” Chorister toyed with her glass. “It wasn’t all her fault, you know, all of this. She was in stasis for three months and Jennifer took over Centre again by default. No one could stand against her and she hated,” she paused and then rushed on. “Harvey so much she ordered the seclusion, hoping it would lead to suicide.”

I nodded. “Krill informed me you lied to Jennifer and saved me.” There was silence and I’m sure we were both remembering that moment when Chorister had to choose between killing me or saving me. “Why was Krill in stasis?” I asked changing the subject.

“You know what female circumcision is?” she asked slowly and I nodded. “Andaluan was a victim when she was very young.”

“That is horrifying? That is still done to young girls against their wishes?”

“Yes, unfortunately.  Our technology has just evolved where we can grow and graft. She chose to be the first to check the results. It was when she was in stasis the incidents escalated.”

I watched the scene around me, lost in thought for a few minutes until the waiter hovered. “More wine mam?” he asked and I shook my head.

Chorister raised an eyebrow. “Had enough here?”

“It was very wonderful, Chorister. Thank you.”

“Where to now, Princess,” she teased. “I am yours to command.”

“Then I command you to take me back to the hotel,” I said quietly, mentally falling into those green eyes.

Chorister swallowed. “Ok,” she said in a small voice, waving at the waiter for the bill.

Chapter Five

We rode in silence in the cab and I got the distinct feeling that Chorister was nervous. I on the other hand was not, although there was a strange excitement running through me as I felt her big body pressed against me in the back seat of the cab.

Standing on the sidewalk outside the hotel as the cab roared off, Chorister suddenly stopped. “I can see photographers,” she said quietly, “waiting in the lobby and we can’t have photographs of the two of us around. I’ll go around the back and you go through the lobby. It’s you they want anyway,” she smiled at me.

“Me? Why would people want to take my photograph, please?”

“You’re a movie star, remember and you’re beautiful. That’s enough in New York. See you upstairs.” I blinked and she had vanished into the night.

The doorman opened the door for me, smiling and tugging at his cap, and I walked into the lobby to be greeted by a sudden silence. Then, in a rush, a group of about five or so paparazzi converged, cameras flashing as I walked quickly to the elevator, ignoring their cries to turn this way or to turn that way.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator doors closed and in a few moments, I was standing outside the door to the suite. Before I could get the key from my purse, Chorister swung the door open for me and I slipped inside. The lighting was low and the New York City skyline dominated the room through the windows. Without looking at Chorister, I walked to the stereo and found a station playing jazz, filling the awkward silence with a low sensual rhythm.

I turned my back to her, standing in the centre of the room. “Please, it is difficult to unzip.” I felt her moving behind me, her heavy breathing on the back of my bare neck as her trembling fingers struggled with the zipper of my dress.

Finally, she moved it down and I felt her eyes on my back as her fingers brushed the black lace bra strap and the small of my back. I could hear her rough breath as I stood passively waiting, my dress open at the back, my own excitement building.

Suddenly, her lips brushed my throat and nuzzled my ear as her fingers stroked my hair. “Yuki,’ she throatily whispered in my ear, her breath hot on my cheek and I melted back into her arms as her hands slipped through the opening of my dress to cup my breasts.

We stood like that for a moment as the lights of the city danced before us, her fingers stroking the lace of my bra cups as her lips brushed my cheek. Then, wordlessly, she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Chorister looked down at me and slowly brought her face down to kiss me, her kisses light and soft on my lips as her hands slipped the dress from my shoulder so it puddled around my shoes.

She stood back and looked at me standing there in my erotic lingerie and her eyes widened. “God,” she exclaimed throatily and she held me tight, sealing my lips with a passionate and lingering kiss.

My body smouldered and it felt like my period came in a rush, as my panties became so wet. Gently, she removed my bra and she stared as my large breasts hung free, bending to gently kiss the nipples, teasing them with her tongue.

Chorister laid me back on the bed, sliding my panties and my garter belt off but leaving my stockings and shoes on. Lying back on the white pillows as the city lights lit the room, my hair splaying across the white linen, I watched her face as she stared at my hairless pussy, slick with my juices.

A long delicate kiss and her lips slid down my throat, exploring every inch of my neck and my ears as her fingers caressed my breasts. I heard a low animal growl in the darkness and suddenly realised with a shock that it was I, moaning in guttural pleasure as my smouldering desire exploded into a raging inferno.

Her lips travailed to my breasts and my stomach, lingering on my pubic bone but ignoring my yearning pussy, travelling instead on to the inside of my thighs where she teased inside my legs. Gently she slid each stocking down, her lips travelling behind the nylon until she was gently sucking my toes, my shoes tossed carelessly in the corner. When she had finished each foot, I was wantonly splayed across the bed, trembling with a desire, a hunger; I had never felt before.

I cried out when her lips gently nuzzled my pussy and then they retreated, coming back to travel up and down with a gentle flick directly on to my clitoris. “So wet,” she murmured. “So sweet,” and I watched through half closed eyes as her finger rubbed against my pussy, collecting my juices until she smiled at me as she gently licked my juices from her finger.

“Please,” I cried softly, not knowing what I was begging for but so full of lust I didn’t care.

Her face lowered to my bald pussy and, this time, she stayed using her lips, tongue and her nose to push me further and further and I rose to each new level, not knowing what was waiting but groaning, moaning and yelling as I trembled on that bed.

It hit me with a long lingering deep rush, holding me in its grip as I cried out loudly, my fingers in her hair as her talented tongue took me to the edge and over until I yelled with the final intensity of my first orgasm.

Chorister held me for a moment, gently kissing and caressing me as I fought to regain my breath. Then she pulled away and I watched her strip to her plain cotton underwear. Her body was toned and tight with breasts much smaller than mine, giving her a more masculine appearance compared to the softness of mine. Soon, she was naked, rubbing her body against me in the dark as I cuddled her. We lay like that for minutes, her fingers gently roaming over my body until, to my disbelief, I felt my desire building again.

“Again?” I croaked my body moving against her hand as her finger started to explore inside me.

“The benefits of being a woman,” she murmured. Suddenly, she slipped away and a few moments later returned to the bed. My eyes widened in shock when I saw a dildo jutting from her crotch, attached by a strap around her waist. “Shh,” she soothed. “Do you trust me?” I nodded slowly, looking up at her through wide and frightened eyes.

I felt the tip of the dildo at the entrance of my pussy and I held her tight to me, her breasts flattening against mine as she slowly slid it in. “Hold me,” she whispered and I held her tightly, waiting for the pain. The pain was sudden, tight and I groaned as it intensified and she was suddenly filling me with that fake cock.

We lay like that until the pain subsided and she slowly started to move in and out until desire covered the pain. Suddenly, she stopped again, just holding me, the cock filling me as she flexed her pubic bone against my clitoris. “Chorister,” I whispered in her ear as I felt her sweat on my lips. “Fuck me please,” I begged urgently and she started to build to a powerful rhythm, taking control of my body until I was writhing under her in passion.

“Princess,” she croaked. “My princess,” as I cried out as an orgasm, completely different from my first swept over me like a long warm wave at the beach.  She held me for a long moment and then slowly withdrew, leaving me huddled on the bed as salty tears trickled down my cheeks.

Chorister sank onto the bed and pressed against me, the dildo gone so I could feel her thick pubic hair against my bottom. “Yuki?” She whispered in my ear when she saw the tears. “Are you all right? Does it hurt?”

I smiled through the tears. “No, it does not hurt too much. I feel very happy.” She cuddled me for a while until I turned towards her, wiping my tears away on the pillowcase. “I wish to please you,” I whispered. “Shall I get the thing?” I asked with eyes lowered.

Chorister shook her head and smiled up at me as I leaned over her, her eyes were closed. “No, I don’t really enjoy that. It felt wonderful making love to you, seemed natural.” 

I kissed her gently on the lips. “Then I would like to love you another way,” I whispered, kissing her small breasts as I slid down her taught stomach.

“You don’t have to,” she said but her legs were all ready parting.

“I would like very much to do it. And do not forget,” I added with a little smile, “I have experience.”

Her pussy was covered with thick pubic hair, wet and matted from her juices and using the strap-on. My tongue travelled over her plump lips and gently caressed her pulsing nubbin. Her breathing was ragged and she groaned gutturally as I pleased her.

When her orgasm came, she cried out and held me close, as her breathing became normal. I then crawled up beside her, snuggled against her while we slept. 

Chapter Six

A weak Sun peeked through the windows and I sleepily opened my eyes to see Chorister, all ready dressed, smiling down at me. I started to open my mouth when she placed a finger on my lips. “Sh,” she said softly. “I have to do a little work. Go back to sleep and I’ll be back later.” She gently kissed me, tucked the bed linen up over my naked breasts and left.

I slept for hours and, feeling completely refreshed and alive, I walked naked to the bathroom where I lazily got ready for the day. I wondered what Chorister was doing as I dressed in a smart grey skit and jacket with a soft blouse with shiny pantyhose and heels. I noticed spots of blood on the bed linen and smiled to myself.

As I was finishing my lipstick, the telephone buzzed. “Yes?”

“Ms Toshiro, there are two gentlemen to see you.”

“I am sorry, gentlemen?”

The woman lowered her voice. “Ms Toshiro, they are detectives. Police.”

My heart pounded but I managed to sound calm. “Please send them up.”

A thousand thoughts powered through my mind as I paced, waiting. Suddenly, the door buzzer and I peeked through the peephole. Two men in coats were holding badges up so I could see them, one black and the other Hispanic. I opened the door and the Hispanics mouth dropped open. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered and the black detective glared at him.

“Ms Toshiro?” he asked and I bowed slightly. “I’m Detective Johnson and this is Detective Gomes. Can we come in?”

“Please,” I said, bowing as they past, Gomes staring at me, looking me up and down.

Johnson waited as I shut the door and then asked, “Ms Toshiro, you speak English or will we need to get an interpreter?”

“I speak some,” I said. “I am not too excellent but I understand.”  For some reason, I decided to hide behind my accent.

Gomes smiled as I spoke and Johnson nodded. “Sounds ok to me. Ms Toshiro, do you know a Chorister Wolf? The hotel staff tell me she was your bodyguard?”

I hand flew to my mouth. “Please, something is wrong with Ms Wolf?” I asked and the two men shot glances at each other.

“There’s been an accident,” Gomes said. “It’s not too good, I’m sorry. She was hit by a delivery van.” I cried out and Gomes continued. “We found her hotel key in her belongings.”

“Please,” I cried, “is she dead? Please tell me!”

Johnson shook his head. “She’s still alive but a mess, Ms Toshiro. Sorry to be so blunt but sometimes that’s the best way.”

“Tell me,” Gomes asked. “Did she have any enemies?”

I shrugged, my head spinning. “I do not know. Where is she, please?”

Johnson extended a white card. “This hospital and that’s the name of the doctor. We have witnesses who say she was attacked by three men who started beating her up. We understand she was trying to get away when she ran into the path of the van. The hotel staff also said you’re a movie star? Did your agent hire her to look after you while in New York?” I nodded and he gave me another card. “That’s my name and number. Can you get your agent to call me?”

I nodded and stood there shaking my head, trying to figure out what to do. “Would you like us to drop you at the hospital?” Gomes gently asked and Johnson shot him a glance. “It’s on our way,” he said defensively and Johnson shrugged.

“Would you do that, please? That is very kind,” I said bowing low and they looked at each, smiling.

“Better get a coat, Miss,” Gomes said. “It’s turning cold.”

Wrapped in a thick dark grey overcoat, sick to my stomach, I huddled in the back seat of the police car while the two men sat in front, Johnson driving. Gomes leaned back and looked at me. “Would we have seen any of your movies?” he asked.

I shook my head and my hair fell across my face. “Asia only, so sorry,” I answered exaggerating my accent even more to try to dissuade any attempts at further conversation.

“That’s a shame. You’re a fine looking woman, Miss, I would’ve like to have seen one.”

Johnson laughed. “You like action movies, Gomes. Do you think a woman like Ms Toshiro,” he said, jerking a thumb back at me, “would be in dumb action moves?”

“Maybe adult movies?” Gomes said to Johnson. “Miss?” Gomes turned back to me. “What kind of movies do you make?” he said very slowly, hoping to make me understand.

“I think it is called serious here?” I said softly and Johnson nodded.

“Told you,” he said to Gomes. “Drama, romance, stuff like that. Now, I can see her in that sort of stuff.”

Gomes turned to look out the window at the passing streets. “Pity,” he said.

They pulled into the emergency entrance of the hospital and I ran inside to the nurses’ station where they gaped at me for a second until a black lady spoke. “Can I help you?”

“Please,” I said. “My friend has been in an accident. Her name is Wolf. Please help me,” I asked, bowing a little.

“Sure, sweetie. Here she is,” she said looking at the computer screen. “Oh,” she said as the details came up. “I’ll page Doctor Poults for you.”

I waited on a little bench as the constant stream of people moved passed all glancing at me and glancing again as I stared into space. The nurse came up with a cup of coffee. “Here you go,” she said and I looked up at her to take the offered cup. “Girl,” she said. “You have got some face on you. Damn.”

A young man in a green coat walked up and his mouth fell open when he saw me. Guessing he was the doctor I quickly stood up. “Please, are you doctor for Chorister Wolf.”

“Well, uh, yes,” he stuttered and the nurse grinned at him.

“Better close your mouth, Doctor,” she giggled. “That’s not a cool look.” She was still giggling as she walked back to the nurses’ station.

I bowed. “Thank you, Doctor. I am Yuki Toshiro, friend of Chorister Wolf. Please, tell me the condition of Chorister?”

“I’m afraid it’s not very good, you have to prepare yourself for the worse. Her injuries are extensive and she is in a coma, one she may not come out of.”

I wiped a tear away. “Please, can I see her?”

He shook his head. “Not for sometime, I’m afraid. She’s in intensive care at the moment and she won’t be out for some hours.”

I walked back to the nurses’ station, looking for the black nurse that gave me the coffee. “Please,” I said softly to her and she turned. “Is there a telephone that I could use to make private call?”

“To Japan?” she raised an eyebrow. “Not here, sweetie.”

“No, it is in this country. Please?”

“Well,” she said looking around and gently steering me to a door. “In there, sweetie but hurry up before the Ward Sister comes back.”

I bowed and scampered in, pulling the white cards from my purse and quickly dialling Krill’s number.

It rang and rang until a crisp female voice answered. “Yes?”

“Krill,” I said hesitantly. “This is Yuki.”

The voice warmed immediately. “Yuki? You’ve changed your mind all ready?”

“Please,” I said urgently. “You must listen, there has been a terrible accident.”

The crisp voice returned. “What’s happened?”

“Chorister! She was attacked and then hit by a truck. She’s in a coma and is dying.” My voice rose in pitch as the hysteria swarmed up in me.

“Yuki,” she soothed. “Tell me where you are?” Fighting back the tears I read the hospitals address and the name of the doctor back to her. “I’ll mobilise a team and we’ll be there soon to take her back to the institute where we can work on her.”

“Thank you,” I sobbed in relief.

“Anything else?”

“Police are involved. They want my agent to call them.”

“Agent? What kind of agent?”

“Chorister told the hotel I was a Japanese movie star,” I said, embarrassed and Krill chuckled.

“I see. Name and number,” she asked and I gave it to her. “Go back to the hotel, Yuki and we’ll get you once we pick up Wolf.”

“No, please. I stay here.”

There was silence for a moment. “Ok, see you soon.”

Time dragged by so slowly as I sat on the hard bench next to the nurses’ station, waiting. After a few hours, Gomes suddenly appeared at my side. “How’s it going?” he asked and I started in surprise. “Hey, it’s me,” he said quickly. “Detective Gomes.”

“Of course. So sorry.”

“We thought we might be able to get a statement from your friend but that’s not going to be possible for a long while. She’s stabilised, though.”

I blinked back the tears. “I know. The doctor of Chorister told me. It is good news.”

“Yeah. Hey, your agent called. Boy, is she a real ball breaker. Oh, sorry miss,” he said suddenly embarrassed. “I shouldn’t talk like that.”

“Ball breaker?” I said, trying to look puzzled and the nurses giggled while Gomes scowled at them. “Please? She does not break things, she is an agent.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said while the nurses openly laughed and then he brightened. “She said you were here to talk about movies and you might be in a Hollywood movie?” Damn Krill, I thought, she’s pushing this joke too far.

I bowed slightly. “If I am acceptable,” I said, “it may be possible.”

“Hey, you’re acceptable. I got to go. Hope your friend makes it.” He sauntered off with one last scowl at the nurses.

The nurse came up with another cup of coffee and I smiled gratefully at her as I took it. “This is very kind of you.”

“No problem sweetie. When you’re a big time movie star in Hollywood, you can remembers me.”

“Please, what is your name?”

“Mel, short for Melanie,” she said. “Mel Wilson. You gonna remember that?”

“I will never forget it,” I said seriously and she stared at me for a moment.

“No, I don’t think you will. Got some news. Your studio is sending in a hotshot medical team to take your friend to a private hospital.  They’ve just landed at the airport in some special plane and they’re on their way in.” I nodded and sank back against the wall, lowering my head and Mel sat next to me, patting my arm. “Look sweetie,” she said, “I can let you rest on a cot behind the nurses’ station, if you like.” I looked up at her. “Just lie down for a minute and I’ll call you when the medical team gets here, ok?” I nodded slowly and she helped me up, leading me towards the cot. “I think every guy in the hospital has tracked past you three or four times in the last two hours so putting you on the cot will cut the noise.”

“I am sorry if I have caused a problem but I do not understand,” I said apologetically as my mind was wandering, thinking about Chorister. 

Mel laughed and let me sink onto the cot behind the nurses’ station. “Honey, I’m starting to think you don’t know just how gorgeous and cute you are wrapped up in one.” She pulled my shoes off and covered me white a light cotton blanket. My eyes fell shut and the last thing I heard was Mel saying, “Poor child, she’s exhausted.”

A hand gently shook me awake and, when I remembered where I was, I sat bolt upright to see Krill squatting beside me with Mel standing behind her. “Yuki?” she said. “Are you ok?” I nodded and quickly stood up, adjusting my skirt, slipping on my shoes. Krill turned to Mel and handed her a simple white card. “Thanks for looking out for her. Give me a call if I can ever help you with anything.” Mel smiled at me, nodded at Krill and returned to the nurses’ station.

“Krill,” I whispered. “What’s happening?”

 Krill led me to the glass doors at the entrance as I wrapped my coat around me. “Chorister is stable and in our stasis transportation unit. We had to disguise it for the medical staff here but we did it. The team is travelling to the plane now in an ambulance and I’ve got a car for us so we can get on the same plane. Don’t worry, we’ve cleared the hotel rooms, taken everything.” She looked at me keenly for a moment and I blushed, remembering the dildo and the blood on the bed linen.

“And Chorister?” I asked, hesitantly.

Krill stopped and studied me. “Yuki, it’s not good, I’d be lying if I said otherwise. Her body is irretrievably damaged and we can not repair without her coming out of the coma. Once that happens, we can start working but not until then.”

“What can we do?” 

“We wait,” she said, leading me to the car and we sped to the airport.

Chapter Seven

I watched the flurry of activity around the bed through the glass observation window. The heavily bandaged shape on the bed was Chorister and even the people at the institute had been unable to revive her, even after four days.

Krill was waiting for me in a room with a tall blonde woman I was introduced to as Ingra. “Yuki,” Krill began. “I’ve decided to brief you on the background as you were in stasis when this all occurred. You remember the information,” she raised an eyebrow to emphasise the word, “on Copeland?” I blushed a little when I remembered the photographs but nodded. “We never got to use them. Chorister went to see him but on that day the Prime Minister called an early election, apparently on his own whim. We knew he was tired but we now suspect a mental breakdown.”

Ingra cut in. “Copeland, even though he was Party Whip, couldn’t stop it. The election was called, they lost and the Prime Minister resigned.”

“Which meant a new leader of the party had to be elected to be Leader of the Opposition in Parliament. Our intelligence told us Copeland would run as would Jennifer of course but Copeland became ill and Jennifer was elected Leader of the Opposition.”

“Please, what was wrong with Ernest?” I asked.

“Viral Influenza was the official answer,” Ingra explained, “but we suspect a mild poison to take him out of the race. He is now the opposition spokesperson on Health and is afraid of Jennifer.”

“We sent Chorister to talk to Jennifer, to get her to raise the Women’s Bill as a plank in their platform but she refused. Told Chorister that the PFPP had failed and she had made it on her own. Now, she had to get elected without our assistance and the Women’s Bill was political dynamite.”

“Of course,” said Ingra, “we kept going back but she refused to see us. Intelligence says her mental balance has shifted, in fact, she has been off balance for some time.”

“As you found out, Yuki,” Krill said, studying me and I nodded slightly in agreement.

“At Choristers last attempt, she had been warned off and we believe the attack on Chorister was a signal to us. We don’t believe Jennifer meant to kill her but she may kill the next person.”

“I am sorry,” I said softly, “but could you please explain what you intend to do now?”

Krill wrinkled her brow. “About what?”

“About this person who has caused such damage to our friend Chorister? She was my friend and, I am assuming, your friend too?”

“Well, of course but what can we do? There is no way any one from PFPP can get close to her, she knows us all. Don’t forget she used to be the leader.”

“I was going to approach her,” said Ingra, “but Centre has overruled.”

“Excuse,” I said quietly, “but I believe that I can get close to her.”

Krill and Ingra were startled. “You?” said Ingra. “How?”

I held her gaze. “I have my ways and I can not tell you.”

Krill stared at me coolly. “Yes, I suppose you do but why would you do this?”

I thought for a moment, searching for the best way to put the words together. “You asked me once if I hated, wanted revenge?” Krill nodded at the memory of that conversation. “I do not want revenge now either but I want to make sure this will stop forever, so my friends are safe.” I bowed my head and waited.

“Ok,” Krill said slowly. “Maybe you are our only bet to stop Jennifer.”

I smiled at her. “Thank you, Krill. I can do that but I do need someone to support me there. Untasteful things will need to be done.”

“I’ll go,” said Ingra and Krill shook her head.

“She knows you. She just has to see you and Yuki would be put at risk.”

Ingra thought for a moment. “There is someone we thought of recruiting but never got around to it. She’s a bit strange but tough and reliable.”

“We’ll work those details out, along with a place to stay. You sure about this, Yuki?” Krill asked.

I nodded and walked to the door. “I have some special needs, a potion and an antidote.” I told them and they looked at me strangely but agreed to get the research team to work on it immediately

“When it is done, get it to me, please. Excuse me, please but now I have to say goodbye to Chorister.”

They exchanged glances. “Yuki,” Krill said gently. “She’s in a coma, don’t do this to yourself, she can’t hear you.”

“Excuse, but you do not know that and I must try.” 

Krill stared at me for a moment then shook her head slowly. “Yuki,” she said, “you’re an incredible woman.”

I shrugged and moved to the door. “Please,” I said a faint smile on my face, “I think this means I have joined your organisation?” I raised an eyebrow and left them to work out the final details of my travel.

Chapter Eight

Rain and cold winds swept the city as I arrived and I snuggled deeper into my coat in the back of the taxi. The flat they had arranged was comfortable and I found a card with a name and telephone written on it and placed on a table with two small containers next to it. One was labelled P and the other A.  The research teams had delivered on time.

After unpacking and enjoying a long bath, I called Krill and told her I was settled. “Please,” I asked, “any change to Chorister?”

I could almost see her shaking her head. “Sorry, Yuki, she’s still the same.”

The next morning, refreshed after a good nights sleep, I ate a light breakfast and relaxed in my silk pyjamas, watching the news. I had the number of Copeland’s office and I dialled it at around ten in the morning.

“Please,” I began when the cold female voice answered, “I would like to see Ernest Copeland today. What time do you have available?”

“I am sorry,” she said in a tone of voice that demonstrated she clearly wasn’t sorry. “Mr Copeland is unavailable today.”

“Excuse,” I said politely, “but I think Ernest will want to see me.”

“I am sorry but I can not interrupt him.”

“Please, I suggest you do or he will become very angry. Tell him Yuki Toshiro called and wants to visit him.”

“Yuki Toshiro?”

“Yes, that is correct”

“At what number can you be reached?”

“Excuse, I will call back in thirty minutes to be told the appointment time. Thank you.”  I rang off and sat with a trembling hand and a beating heart. Maybe I should be in the movies as I think I carried that off very well. I imagined the secretary wondering if she should interrupt or let it go and I was hoping she would be too worried to forget it.

I waited forty-seven minutes by the clock on the mantelpiece, then called again and this time the greeting was entirely different. “Ms Toshiro,” she said with forced warmth. “How very good of you to call back, I hope this hasn’t inconvenienced you?” I smiled inwardly; Ernest must be very enthusiastic about seeing me.

“Please, no inconvenience. At what time will Ernest be available?”

“As a matter of fact, Ms Toshiro, Mr Copeland would be delighted if you would lunch with him. Would that be acceptable?”

“That would be very acceptable and a great surprise. Please, where should I meet Ernest.” 

I heard her put her hand over the phone and muffled voices in the background. Ernest must have been standing next to her, waiting and probably pacing. She came back on and gave me the name and address of a very fashionable and expensive restaurant for half past twelve.

I chose a tailored black suit with a short skirt and a half jacket with a silk blouse underneath. Of course, I wore dark shiny pantyhose and black high heels. A short red silk scarf around my throat, my hair touching my shoulders and I wrapped myself in a charcoal cashmere overcoat.

It was closer to one before I arrived at the restaurant and I could see Ernest through the window, anxiously looking at his watch. Conversation died as I walked through the restaurant towards Copeland’s table and smiled at him, bowing slightly. He pushed his chair back with a clatter and bolted upright, a nervous smile on his face. “My dear, Yuki,” he gushed nervously. “So very good it is to see you.”

The waiter held my chair as I sat and gently pushed it in, then waiting as I removed by coat for him to take away.  “Ernest, it is a present that you take me to lunch. Thank you.”

He smiled with delight. “Yuki, I thought I would never hear that sweet accent of yours again. You don’t know how pleased I am to see you.” His brow furrowed. “Of course, I must apologise for my behaviour previously,” he said, blushing a little as his eyes darted about. “Had a bit too much to drink, I’m afraid.”

“Ernest,” I said in a teasing tone. “You have forgotten our last time together?”

He looked around the restaurant cautiously. “No, no, of course not. I just don’t know what to say.”

“Then please say nothing more about it. What do you recommend in this wonderful restaurant? I am lost in the book of instructions.”

“Instructions? Oh, I see, the menu.” He laughed heartily and I inwardly cursed the conditioning, as the words in my head did not come out as intended. One day, I’ll have conquered this silly accent.

We chatted after he ordered and I told him I had been in Japan but now was looking for work here to further my political studies. “And what sort of work would that be, Yuki?”

“I am in office administration, but Ernest, I would like to be able to observe a woman leader.”

“Like Jennifer Garret?” He narrowed his brows at the name.

“Perhaps,” I answered and steered the conversation back onto Ernest so he could happily talk about himself for the rest of the lunch.

The waiter finally came with the bill, signalling the end of the lunch and Ernest helped me on with my coat. “You are the centre of attention, Yuki,” he said quietly in my ear as he slipped the coat on. “Every man and every woman in this place is staring at you, wondering what you are doing with an old has been like me.”

I turned to smile at him and slipped my arm through his. “Then let us give them some more gossip, Ernest,” I said. His face broke into a broad grin and we walked through the restaurant into the rain where he hailed a taxi. Clambering in, I made sure he had an opportunity to gaze at my thighs in the short dress and he seized the opportunity.

“Where can I drop you, Yuki?’ he asked wistfully. “Suppose you have so much planned?”

I shook my head and placed my hand on his arm “I would very much like to see your office, see the inside of your political system at work.”

He brightened. “Fantastic! And we can have a pot of tea.” 

The secretary plastered her face with a false smile, took my coat and Ernest ushered me in to the office. I arranged myself on a winged chair, crossing my legs so the light highlighted my shiny pantyhose. I caught him staring at my legs and he blushed. Quickly, he looked away and called for a pot of tea.

“So, I’m not sure I can help you, Yuki. Jennifer Garret doesn’t listen to me any more, I’m afraid. I’m on my way out, a has been.”

“Poor Ernest,” I said. “Please, could you not introduce me to the person who administers the office?”

“Diana Vaughan? I suppose I could, you would have met her when we first met.” I nodded politely as the tea arrived and took a cup from the secretary.

When she left, closing the door behind her, I looked up over the rim of my cup at Ernest who was standing before me. “This is a beautiful room,” I said. “Will we be disturbed here?”

He stared at me and I watched him swallow, then lick his lips as I uncrossed my legs slowly and crossed them again. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Perhaps you would make certain?”

He rushed to the door, opened it and told his secretary he wasn’t to be disturbed, returning to stand before me. “I think you still are the owner of the fetish?” I teased and his eyes were glued to my thighs as I let the skirt ride up a little. “Ernest,” I said a little more sharply and his eyes jerked up. “You should sit down,” I said more softly and he looked around for a chair. “No, I think not,” I said, tilting my head at the floor in front of me. “That is a good spot for you.” 

He got down on the floor with a little difficulty, dressed as he was in a pin striped suit, and he started to sit directly in front of me until I playfully wagged a finger at him. “No Ernest, you should kneel as you are the owner of the fetish and I am the owner of the pantyhose,” I giggled and, red faced he knelt in front of me.

Sipping from my teacup, I uncrossed my legs again but this time paused with my legs slightly apart for a moment, then moved them together. “Ernest,” I said, watching the sweat on his forehead, “were you looking up my skirt?”

“Yes,” he croaked.

I smiled, shaking my head slowly as I put the cup down on the table beside me. “Did that make you hard, Ernest?”

“Yes,” croaked again, a faint sheen of sweat on his face.

“Show me,” I said sharply and he fumbled with his suit trousers, pushing them down around his knees with his underpants until his hard cock jutted from his hairy groin. “Ernest,” I teased. “All of that from just a little peek? Come closer to me.” He struggled across the floor until he was close to my knees. “Tell me, please, what you see?”

“Your legs,” he groaned. “In pantyhose.”

 “Are you holding yourself?”

“Yes,” he grunted, his trembling hand encircling his stubby penis.

“Now,” I said, moving my legs apart more, “tell me what you see.”

“The tops of your legs,” he grunted his hand moving on his cock as I opened my legs more. “I can see white panties through the nylon,” he grunted, hand moving faster and faster. “The crotch, my god,” he groaned as he spurted onto the carpet, still frantically pumping his cock.

 Demurely, I closed my legs, adjusted my skirt and stood up so I was looking down on him for a change. I leaned forward and tenderly kissed him on the top of his head. “Sweet fetish,” I murmured as I stroked his hair while he frantically adjusted his clothing. I smiled when he scrambled to his feet and moved a rug to cover his mess on the carpet.

Shamefaced, he avoided looking at me until I reached up and tenderly patted his cheek. “Thank you,” I said as he tried to look away. “Do not be ashamed as I do understand.”

He looked down at me, his bottom lip trembled for a moment. “Yuki, thank you.”

“I must go. Perhaps we can get together once again, Ernest?” I asked cheekily and he smiled faintly.

“Yes, that would be nice.” He opened the door for me and I stepped through to the outer office. “I’ll arrange that meeting with Diana Vaughan,” he said in his booming voice, a picture of a man in control, far different picture than the one moment’s before.

I bowed formally. “Thank you, Ernest. That would be most favourable. I will call you tomorrow to arrange my appearance.” I nodded to the secretary and left.

Chapter Nine

The taxi driver insisted on opening the door to the taxi and holding my umbrella over me as I emerged. Standing in the rain with the umbrella over my head, I bowed to thank him. “You have been most helpful, I must thank you.”

“Not at all, love,” he said. “You are a picture, my pals won’t believe it when I try to tell ‘em.”

I sloshed through the rain to my flat, peeled my coat off and sank into an armchair. Smiling to myself, I remembered my little scene with Ernest and how easy he was to manipulate. If all women knew what I know, I thought, there would be no need for groups like PFPP as they would have complete power. One just has to find the key to a man’s fetish and, make no mistake, no matter how many times men deny having a fetish, they always have one.

The phone range. “Hello?”

“Krill, Yuki. How are you?”

My heart pounded. “I am fine, thank you.”  

“Things going according to what ever plan you have in that mind of yours?”

“Yes, thank you, I believe they are progressing well.” I waited and there was an ominous pause.

“Yuki,” she began hesitantly. “Chorister came out of the coma early this morning.”

I screamed in delight. “That is so wonderful. Is she going to be all right?”

I sensed a hesitation, then Krill continues. “The medical team explained to her that her body had to be rebuilt and she would need time in the stasis tank.” Krill paused again and I waited until she finally spoke. “Yuki, Chorister has demanded that we rebuild her as a man.”

I froze, puzzled. “Excuse me please. I did not hear you correctly, I am sorry.”

“You heard me all right. Yuki, Chorister wants to be rebuilt as a male.”

“Can you do it?” I asked in a small voice.

“We’ve never done it, in fact you were only the second the other way so this will be dangerous. We tried to change her mind but she is adamant. Stubborn bitch,” she muttered and I smiled to myself.

“So,” I said slowly. “It is happening?”

“We could not change her mind, Yuki, believe me we tried. The process is under way and she has just emerged from surgery to prepare her for the grafting. Then it’s the stasis tank.”

“Please, how long in that tank?”

“At least fifteen weeks and conditioning after that.” I was silent so Krill rambled on. “It’s a huge gamble but she says she’s always wanted it.”

“Krill,” I said in a small voice. “After the tank, will she remember me?”

“After the stasis tank, Yuki, he will remember you. Chorister has refused reblocking, just like you.”

A tear trickled down my face and I sighed deeply. “Yuki?” Krill asked down the line. “Are you there?”

“Yes, I am here, with tears but here.”

“She said to tell you, Yuki. No, she made me promise I would tell you this. She said, ‘Tell Yuki, she’ll understand’. Do you?”

“Yes,” I sobbed. “I do. I must say good bye as I am full of tears.”

I rang off.

Chapter Ten

All night I tossed and turned, on one hand feeling glad for Chorister as I guessed this was something she always wanted but, on the other hand, frightened for her safety through the process. Finally, I stumbled out of bed and prepared myself for the day.

Around lunchtime, I range Ernest and was told by the now so very charming secretary that I should return to the office in two days time to meet with Diana Vaughan. I confirmed and sat back, staring at the white card that had been left in the flat by Krill’s people. Finally, I dialled the number and, after a few rings, a female voice picked up.

“Yeah?”

“Please, can I speak with Nicky?”

“Who is this?”

“I am Yuki Toshiro.”

“Good for you. So what?”

“I wish to speak to Nicky, please,” I said firmly.

“Wake up, lady. This is Nicky. Now, what the fuck do you want?”

“Thank you,” I said politely. “I am told you may wish to discuss work.”

“A job?” she asked with a suspicious tone. “What kind of job?”

“Protection, please.”

“Ah. You?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

Silence, a long silence and I could hear her breathing.  “You’re not trying to set me up are you?”

“I am sorry, I do not understand.”

“Yeah, right. Ok, meet me tonight.” She gave me an address and I wrote it down on the back of the card. “I’ll be in the corner.” Click and gone.

The address she had given me was a small cafe in an industrial part of the city, a less than salubrious establishment and vaguely depressing as I stood outside in the rain. Mustering my courage, I pushed open the door, shook my umbrella and looked around.

Reggae music was playing from a radio, a small group was playing snooker on the full sized table in the corner, a few other people were scattered at tables and the counter while a dog slept in front of the small electric fire.

A a young woman was seated at a table in the corner, talking into her cell phone, her back to the room. I guessed that was Nicky and stood next to her table, waiting patiently for her to finish her conversation. She was dressed in torn jeans with a leather jacket, her dark hair short and spiky with a splash of purple through one side. One ear had at least five rings through it and I spotted a small tattoo of a dolphin on her left right arm and about four wristwatches on the other.

She completed her conversation and turned around, her eyes travelling around the room until they landed on me, her mouth gaping. “Fuck are you for real?” she exclaimed, looking me up and down several times.

“Excuse,” I said. “I am sorry?”

“Let me guess, you’re the Yuki whatever, huh?”

I bowed. “Yuki Toshiro,” I said. “And you are Nicky?”

“Yeah. Sit down.” I perched on the chair, crossing my legs and trying to pull my skirt down. “Bit overdressed, aren’t you?” she said, inspecting me with her eyes and I shrugged. “Ok, lady, what do you want?”

“I require protection and someone to assist me in some distasteful work.”

She raised and eyebrow. “Distasteful, huh? You mean illegal, against the law?” 

“Possibly, that could be so.”

“Sorry, lady, I don’t break the law.” She watched me keenly as I’m sure disappointment showed on my face and I was about to speak when she placed a finger against her lips to silence me. “I think we need to go to the little girls room,” she said and I looked at her in surprise as she beckoned me to follow.

I felt eyes on me as we went into the dingy ladies toilets and Nicky pulled me into a cubicle where she motioned me to be quite. Suddenly, her hands were running over me, feeling me through my clothes and then she pulled my skirt up to reveal my pantyhose and black panties underneath.

She stood back and I pulled my skirt down, looking at her angrily. “You’re clean,” she said calmly. “Thought you might be setting me up, carrying a recorder or something.”

“I will return to the table,” I said icily, “if you wish to discuss employment.”

“Go ahead, I’ll be a minute, lady.” I thought I saw a slight giggle as I strode out of the drab toilets to the table.

A large man in a black overcoat, unshaven and with long greasy hair, sat and the table and leered at me. “Well, hello to you, love,” he said and I could smell beer on him. “You are a treat, a real treat,” he said, putting a grimy hand on my knee.

“Please,” I said, moving his hand, “I am waiting for someone here, excuse.”

“You’re waiting for me, baby. That’s what you’re doing.” He calmly gripped my thigh and started sliding his hand up my skirt as I struggled to push it away. 

I looked around desperately but no one moved, all watching. “Please,” I said to him, “do not do this.” My hands were trembling and I knew I was no match for someone of his build as he could pick me up with one hand.

His fingers plucked at my blouse. “Let’s have a look at those, love. Look nice from here.”

There was a sudden movement, an ominous click, and the barrel of a gun was jammed into my attackers left cheek. “Take your hands off her, Boris or your fucking brains will be all over the wall!”

Boris froze and looked up out of the corner of his eye. “Nicky,” he said, attempting a grin. “Hello, love, didn’t know you were here.”

“I’m not wanting a chat, Boris, take your hands away now!”

“Nicky,” he soothed. “Just a bit of Jap junk, what’s it to you?”

“Look at her, you fucking half-wit, she’s hardly a pro!”

Boris looked a bit uncertain and eyes shifted back to me and then back to Nicky. Slowly, his hands pulled back. “If you say so, love. She’s nice, though, real nice. I never seen anything like it.”

Nicky moved away and Boris stood up, looming over her. As she slipped the gun into her coat. “Fancy her yourself, Nick?” he leered. “What will Winston say?”

“I’m working for her, fuck-wit,’ she snapped.

“Is that right?” He wagged a finger at Nicky. “I should smack you a little, you bitch for pulling a shooter on me.”

She stared back calmly. “You want to try, Boris? You try and I’m going smack you, smack you real hard.”

He licked his lips. “Next time,” he said and as he swaggered away, he waved to me. “See you later Tokyo Rose.”

Nicky sat down at the table. “Fucking idiot. Thinks with his cock,” she muttered.

I bowed slightly towards her. “Please, I believe that is how all men perform their thinking.” She looked up in surprise and laughed. “Thank you, I was very frightened,” I added.

“You didn’t show it, looked like the ice Queen to me..”

“You are prepared to work with me in this things I must do?”

“I guess I am, huh?” she said ruefully, looking over at the other side of the room where Boris sat, smouldering. “Let’s get out of here and you can tell me the details.”

Chapter Eleven

I had told Nicky what she was to do without any other details and gave her money to buy the cameras and other equipment. After dressing, I made sure I had the small bottle of the special potion in my purse. My appointment to meet Diana at Ernest’s office was for late in the afternoon so I had time to do a little shopping. 

I riffled through the packets of hosiery and selected a dark pair of pantyhose in an extra large size. “Excuse,” I said to the salesgirl and she looked at the packet.

“These will be too large for you, my dear,” she said looking at the packet.

“They are for a friend,” I said. “Please, is it possible to get them gift wrapped?” She looked at me strangely but did it.

It was cold and I wrapped my charcoal cashmere overcoat around me as I quickly walked through the streets to the offices, ignoring the looks of men as I passed.

Ernest’s secretary was effusive when I entered and I bowed slightly in greeting, then followed her into his office.

“Yuki,” he greeted me in delight. “How wonderful to see you again,” he smiled as he looked be up and down. Under my overcoat I was dressed in a black skirt and jacket with a turtleneck top under it. His eyes lingered on my legs in black pantyhose and I smiled. “You remember Diana?”

I bowed to the black woman seated in the visitors’ chair and she smiled. She was quite striking in her light blue skirt and jacket with white blouse, hose and shoes. “It is very good to see you once more,” I said softly.

“You too,” she said looking me up and down. “I had forgotten how beautiful you were, Yuki.”

I bowed again. “Thank you, you are most attractive also.”

She laughed and raised an eyebrow at Ernest. “Not in your league, I think. Now, what’s this all about?”

“Yuki is studying our political system, Diana,” Ernest said. “And she’s interested in working for a while in a senior parliamentarians office, preferably a woman.”

Diana nodded. “I see. For how long?”

“Perhaps four weeks would be suitable?” I asked and she shrugged.

“We can’t afford to pay. Jennifer runs two offices as it is now.”

“Of course, there will not be any payment required. Excuse, you said two offices?” I asked.

“Yes, I work upstairs in this office and Sylvia runs the other office across the city. Jennifer is usually in that one but she does come over here occasionally. We always can use extra help, why don’t you come upstairs with me now, Yuki and I’ll show you what you can do when you start tomorrow.” Diana rose from the chair and shook Ernest’s hand and headed for the door.

I held out the gift to Ernest and bowed. “A gift for you, Ernest, to thank you very much for your assistance.”

He took the package and shook it. “Should I open it now?”

I smiled. “Please, not now. When you are alone.” I walked to the door and he stared at my legs. “Perhaps I will come back later to see if you enjoy the gift?” I teased and followed Diana to the elevator.

Diana showed me around the office. “That’s Jennifer’s office there,” she said, pointing to a closed door and there is Sylvia’s” After about half an hour, she suggested a drink, I had a mineral water for me while she had a gin and tonic and for herself. She was chatting gaily away about life in politics when she was interrupted by the telephone and she took the call in the other office. 

When she returned, I noticed she was frowning. “Bitch,” she muttered and suddenly looked up, remembering I was there. “Well,” she said with false gaiety. “That was Jennifer checking tomorrows schedule. Are you fine to start tomorrow or would you like to start next week?”

“Tomorrow would be very favourable,” I said.

“Ok, tomorrow it is then.”

Ernest’s outer office was unlocked and the staff had gone for the night so I walked straight over to the inner office. He was standing next to his desk, a drink in his hand when I poked my head around the door and he started a little when he saw me.

“Ernest,” I smiled as I sat in his chair behind his desk. “Did you enjoy my gift?”

“Yes,” he croaked.

“Please, you show me?” He pulled his trouser leg up and I could see the sheer nylon on his ankle. “Come here, Ernest,” I said, pointing in front of me. “Drop your trousers to show me completely,” I said and he undid his belt, letting his trousers fall to the floor around his ankles.

I tittered. “So cute,” I said and he blushed, standing there in pantyhose, his cock hard and bent against the nylon. Stretching back in the chair, I slid my skirt up to reveal my pantyhose and my black lace panties underneath. His eyes bulged and his cock twitched. “Is your pantyhose the same as mine Ernest?” I teased. “Do you think it is?”

“Yes,” he croaked, his hand dropping to his cock.

“Except I have panties on and you do not. Can you see my panties, Ernest?”

“Yes, oh yes,” he moaned, staring at my panties as he rubbed himself through the nylon. “Oh God,” he cried and he came, his sperm thick and matted against the nylon.

I pulled my skirt down, stood up and kissed him on the cheek. “That is my little gift, to say thank you for helping me. I must now go but perhaps we see each other during my stay upstairs?”

He nodded. “I would like that. Thank you,” he said hesitantly, “ Yuki, for being so understanding.”

I laughed softly. “I understand completely. Now, Ernest,” I said a little more sharply and his head jerked around. “You must wear that wet pantyhose home under you suit, to remind you of me.”

“I hardly need reminding Yuki,” he said sheepishly.

“Very sweet, Ernest but I am the controller of your fetish and you want to be controlled, do you not wish?” He nodded his head. “Then wear it home, all squishy and damp and think of me. Goodnight, Ernest.”

Chapter Twelve

During the first week, I did not see Jennifer at all. At first, I was nervous about seeing her, at the back of my mind was the thought she would know who I once was but, as I stared at myself in the mirror in the ladies restroom, I knew that would be impossible.

Diana introduced me to Sylvia who stared at me keenly and then stated she remembered meeting me when I was with the embassy. “You are very excellent with names,” I said and she smiled proudly.

“In my business, you have to be.”

I worked quietly and efficiently, impressing Diana with my skills and energy. “Yuki,” she said once afternoon. “I don’t know what we did without you.”

Then, late one afternoon, Jennifer burst through the door like a whirlwind and I froze as our eyes met. “Diana,” she said sharply. “Who is that?”

“That’s Yuki,” Diana said brightly. “She’s studying politics and she’s working with us for a month.”

“Get rid of her,” she said, completely ignoring me. “You know I don’t like strangers near me.”

“But Jennifer,” Diana protested, “you said no Americans. Yuki is Japanese.”

“I can see that,” she said icily. “Does she speak English?”

Diana darted a glance at me, obviously embarrassed. “Yes, quite well.”

I bowed deeply to Jennifer, my heart pounding. “Please, I am very excited to meet an important political lady.”

Jennifer studied me in silence and Sylvia walked in. “Good morning all,” she said brightly.

“Sylvia,” Jennifer said sharply. “You know this person?”

Sylvia looked quickly at all of us, summing the situation up quickly as she always did. “Jennifer,” she soothed. “It’s ok. This is Yuki Toshiro and we met her last year at some function. She was with the Japanese Embassy then.”

“She was?” Jennifer visibly relaxed. “Is she still there?”

I bowed again. “Excuse, please. I returned to Japan to study and now I have come here to study the western style of politics.”

“Well,” Jennifer said slowly, “it seems harmless. How long are you with us, Yuki?” she asked, civility returning.

“Unfortunately, I have only another three weeks with you. I am pleased to be here as I am learning much.”

“She’s great,” Diana said quickly. “I’d love to have her here all the time but she has to go back to Japan.”

Jennifer walked over and smiled at me. “Welcome, Yuki,” she said, extending her hand which I ignored and bowed deeply again. She laughed nervously withdrew her hand. As I went back to my work, I heard her talk softly to the other women. “God, she’s incredible, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” Diana said in a low voice. “I’ve never seen anything like her.”

“Now,” Jennifer said sharply to the other two women. “Don’t you two start anything with her!”

“Jennifer!” Sylvia protested.

“She’s so regal I wouldn’t know how to come on to her,” Diana said wistfully. Tactfully, I kept my head down and kept working.

The afternoon wore on and I was sipping some tea when a deliveryman entered with cases of wine and other drinks. I helped Diana put them away. “Once a month, Jennifer has a small soiree here for influential women,” she explained. “You don’t have to stay.”

“Please,” I said. “I can help by distributing drinks.”

“Oh no,” she said. “They can help themselves.”

“Excuse,” I said firmly. “That is not appropriate.” She laughed and patted me on the arm before she left the room. As I placed glasses on a tray and filled them with white wine, I knew this was, at last, my chance.

Groups of women started to arrive and I greeted them with my tray, bowing slightly as I offered them drinks. They stared at me as they moved on and milled around the room, talking. “Who is that, Jennifer?” one of the women asked.

“That is Yuki, an exchange student from Japan.”

They all turned to look at me and I smiled softly. “Very attractive,” a mature woman in a severe grey business suit said. “Very attractive indeed.”

I moved to Jennifer and offered her the tray. “Please, wine for you also?”

“No thank you, Yuki. I’ll get a G&T in a moment.”

“Excuse, G&T?” I asked, pretending to be confused and the watching women laughed.

“Gin and Tonic,” Jennifer laughed and I smiled.

“Of course, gin and tonic. I know that drink, I will get it for you.”

As I hurried away, I heard one of them say, “She’s really cute, isn’t she?”

I mixed the drink and returned to Jennifer. “Thank you, Yuki,” she said absently and returned to her animated conversation. The evening moved on and, as I kept distributing the drinks, the voices grew louder and faces were flushed. 

Jennifer had moved into her office with a group of women and through the half-closed door I could hear laughter. I mixed an another gin and tonic and place it on the tray with more filled wineglasses. Surreptitiously, I removed the special potion from my purse and opened it. Quickly I used a dispenser to deposit a measure of the potion in the glass.

I carried the tray into the office and found the woman gathered around a television set, giggling. As I moved through the group with the drinks, I glanced at the television screen to see what they were all watching and laughing at. I was stunned to see on the screen naked man on his knees, face obscured by a hood, masturbating in front of a woman. With a shock I realised it was Harvey! A long lost memory, a memory of shame that helped me steel myself for what I had to do.

I offered the gin and tonic to Jennifer and she absently took it as she stared at the screen, laughing when Harvey admitted he had a small dick. I lowered my eyes with memory of the shame. I watched as she drained the glass and mentally counted the time. The potion was incredibly fast acting and irrevocably tied to my DNA and the recipient would be violently sexually aroused by my presence. She also would not be able to reach orgasm unless I instigated it. In other words, until I gave her the antidote, she would be sexually dependent on me. For the first time in a long time, I remembered what she had done to me and considered revenge, for me and for Chorister.

The group started to break up and, as I gathered my coat and purse, I felt Jennifer’s eyes on me. From lowered eyes I glanced at her and saw she was flushed and staring at me with a look I knew well. Jennifer was aroused, incredibly aroused and, what’s more, aroused by me. The potion was working well.

I walked over to her, standing very close and rested my hand on her arm, feeling her tremble at my touch. “Please,” I said softly, “thank you for allowing me to stay here and learn.”

“Not at all,” she croaked, gulping her drink. “Are you going?’

I bowed slight, leaving my fingers on her trembling arm. “I must go home.”

“I’ll drop you off,” she said quickly.

“Please, do not bother, it will be too much trouble for you.”

“No, I insist.”

We sat together in the back seat and I uncrossed my legs, pulling my skirt up a little as I adjusted my position on the seat.  I felt her eyes on my legs and saw her lick her lips. The diver asked for the address and I gave it, settling back to watch the city glide past.

As we approached my flat, Jennifer slid the glass partition between us and the driver closed so he couldn’t hear us. “Can I come in?” she asked hesitantly and I smiled.

“Please, why?” I asked and I saw her flush even more.

“I want to,” she mumbled, her eyes lowered.

I touched her knee, sliding my finger up her leg. “Please, I think you want to make love to me, yes?” She blushed again and nodded and I knew, knowing Jennifer, she must have been humiliated by admitting that. “Please,” I said softly, moving my fingers to the hem of her skirt. “Are you wet?” She nodded again.

Cruelly, I removed by hand and moved away. “Maybe tomorrow,” I smiled. “Maybe not. Until then, perhaps you do what the man on your television was doing.” She looked up in shock. “Yes,” I said, smiling. “You should go home and play with yourself and think of me.” The stunned look on her face was priceless. I knew that she could masturbate all night and she would not get relief, in fact, she would keep pushing herself to high levels of arousal.

Taking a marker pen from my purse, I slid her skirt up a little and wrote my telephone number on her pantyhose on her trembling thigh. “Call me if you still want me.” I laughed softly and walked quickly into my apartment, wondering what she would do. Would she masturbate all night or would she fuck the driver on the way home? Either way, she would not get satisfaction and she would be even more aroused.

Nicky let herself in a moment later. “Was that the target in the car?” she asked.

“Yes. Have you set the cameras in place?”

“You can’t seem, can you? Yep, it’s all set; press button nine on the television remote to start them up. We getting close?”

“Yes, I believe it will be tomorrow. “

“You sure about this?”

“I have no choice. There is more at stake here than me, Nicky. This is for all.”

“If you say so. Just another job for me.” She let herself out and I slumped in the sofa, dialling Krill’s number.

“Hello?”

“Please, this is Yuki.”

“How are things going, Yuki?” she asked cautiously.

“The progress is very excellent,” I said. “I expect I will be able to deliver the information to you soon.”

“Good. Are you protected?”

“Yes. Please, how is Chorister?’

Krill’s voice softened. “Very well. I’ve been monitoring the progress.” She paused for a moment and then continued. “Yuki, you should be prepared for the changes.”

“I see,” I said slowly. “Very well, I will prepare myself.”

“Be careful with this Yuki, be very careful.”

“I will. Goodbye, Krill.”

Chapter Thirteen

Saturday, the day the telephone call I knew would come. Jennifer would have to call, as she would have found by now that it was impossible to reach orgasm and her arousal level must be incredibly high. 

Nicky dropped by early in the morning and invited me, in that off hand way of hers, to breakfast. I wrapped my coat around me and we walked through the cold streets on a wet grey Sunday to a small cafe she knew.

We settled in to that little cafe and drank tea, ate toast and honey while talking about nothing. It was perfect. We made a strange couple and attracted few stares from some people in the cafe, although several called greeting to Nicky when we entered.

She dipped a piece of her toast into her mug of tea. “You got a lover back home?” she asked, not meeting my eyes. I looked away as my mind raced. Where was home now? 

I shook my head. “No, I do not think so,” I said wistfully. 

She placed her mug on the table and someone started playing “Unfinished Sympathy” on the jukebox. “I have to ask, love,” she said. “Are you into just chicks or do you swing?”

“Both,” I said immediately and realised I was telling the truth to myself for the first time.

“I like you, Yuki,” Nicky said. “You’re bloody different but I have to tell you I’m not into chicks, I’m into dicks.”

I nodded, as I understood she was afraid I would come onto her and I smiled to myself. Big tough Nicky afraid of what might be hidden within her own sexuality. “And your dick is?” I asked politely and she was startled for a moment and then laughed.

“Winston. At least, I’m into him but he’s not into me as much.”

“He does not love you?” She shook her head and I reached across and placed my hand on hers. “That is sad when love is not returned.”

“Caught him with a friend of mine in my bed. She was sucking on his black dick and he just smiled at me when I started screaming.” The tough Nicky returned. “Well, that’s life and I’ll get over it.”

A young man in a cook’s apron, baldhead with a large gold earring  in his left ear came to the table. “Nick,” he said, nodding in greeting to Nicky but staring at me.

“Phil,” she said, watching him with amusement. “How’s it going?”

“Usual shit, love, you know what it’s like,” he said, still looking and I smiled shyly up at him. 

“Who’s your friend?” he asked, staring.

“This Yuki,” she laughed. “Yuki, this is Phil, cook and one of the best bass players around.”

I bowed slightly and smiled. “Please, you are a musician?”

“Try to,” he said. “I have never seen anything like you, love and around here you see all types.”

“Yeah,” laughed Nicky. “Other girls don’t stand a chance around her.”

“Yeah,” Phil agreed. “Gotta get back to the kitchen.”

“Do you get sick of it?” she asked when he had gone. “Blokes staring at you all the time? Be good for a girls ego though,” she said, looking trough the glass at the bleak day outside.

Before I could answer, another young man slid into the bench next to Nicky. “Shove over girl,” he said and she slid over slightly. “How are you, love?” he asked .

She smiled weakly. “Ok Andy. You?”

“Can’t complain,” he said. “Why don’t we go out dancing tonight? Cheer you up?” he added and she kept looking out the window. 

“Can’t,” she said. “I’m working.”

“Oh,” he said crestfallen. “Maybe some other time. Keep your chin up girl, he’s not worth it.” A quick nod and he left.

“Please,” I said softly and she turned to look at me. “He is in love with you?”

“Who, Andy?” Nicky said surprised. “You crazy?”

“Nicky,” I said gently. “He did not look at me once.” Her mouth opened and she looked at me in shock. “It is sad,” I reminded her, “when love is not returned.” Her eyes travelled to the window and we both watched Andy walking through the rain, shoulders slumped and both hands buried deep in the pockets of his overcoat.

The phone call came at around three in the afternoon. “Hello?”

“Yuki?” she asked hoarsely. “It’s me,” she croaked.

“Ah,” I said coolly. “It is my little slut.”

“Please,” she begged. “Can I come see you? I don’t know why I’m like this but I need to see you.”

“You wish to be my slut?”

There was a moment’s silence and I could picture the humiliation on her face. “Yes,” she said softly. “I wish to be your slut.”

“That is good, slut. You may visit me at six.” I hung up and smiled. This would soon be all over.

I selected my sexiest lingerie, a chocolate coloured bra and thong set in wispy lace, garter belt and stockings with high heels. I covered it with a silk robe that reached my knees and went about preparing what I would need. It was when I was compiling the razor and towels that I realised I felt no sexual feelings at all, this was an objective to be accomplished and that was all.

At six there was a small tap on the door and I used the remote to turn the cameras on. I opened the door and Jennifer stood there, flushed and nervous. I turned and walked back and she followed me in. “Shut the door, slut,” I said coolly, sitting on the couch.

“Please help me,” she said, standing in front of me, her fingers nervously playing with her jacket.

“Sluts should be naked. Please, why are you not naked?” She stared at me then quickly took her clothes off and I studied the body I remembered so well as she stood in front of me, blushing in embarrassment until I gestured at her pubic hair. “So untidy and should be shaven. Go away and return when shaven,” I pronounced and she looked at me in shock.

“Please,” she said brokenly, “don’t send me away. Couldn’t I shave it here?” she asked hopefully and I pretended to think for a moment and then nodded. “Where’s the bathroom?” she asked with a shy desperation.

I shook my head. “No bathroom, you can shave here.” I rose from the couch, letting my robe move open slightly so she could glimpse the lingerie and took some items from the kitchen cupboards. Calmly I laid a battery power shaver, scissors, shaving lotion, a razor, a towel and a bowl on the bench. I tossed another towel onto the floor and pointed at it. “Do it there so I can watch my slut work.”

 Humiliated and red with embarrassment, she filled the bowl with warm water and squatted over the towel to cut her pubic hair as short as possible before using the shaver to cut it even more. Finally, she lathered her pussy and carefully shaved it bare, squatting over the towel as she did so. Using the other towel she patted her self-dry and I could see her pussy so swollen and red.

“Show me,” I said and she stood in front of me, her legs apart, face red. “Better,” I pronounced. “Now, get your panties and cut them up as western sluts do not wear panties.” Horrified as she realised she would be leaving here without panties, she slowly picked them up, cutting them with the scissors into pieces. “Very excellent,” I said slowly. “Now cut big hole in your pantyhose so your shaven cunt is shown to all who look up your skirt.” Again, she did so and I smiled at my building victory.

Regally, I stood up. “Kneel slut,” I said and opened my robe and she stared hungrily at the wispy lace of my panties. “Would my little western slut like to kiss Yuki’s panties?”

“Please Yuki,’ she begged brokenly and I let her stare for a moment before thrusting my panties in her face. Hungrily, she kissed and kissed until I pushed away, closing my robe.

“No, slut is not worthy.” I pointed to the big coffee table. “Slut is like a dog. Kneel on that table like a dog, like a bitch in heat.” Shamefaced, she crouched on all fours on the table and I slapped her hard on her wobbling ass cheek. “Is slut in heat?” I taunted and she nodded desperately. “Here,” I said, giving her a huge black dildo and red faced, she thrust it into her sopping cunt desperately.

Standing over her, I slapped her hard agin on her ass and slapped her breast that were hanging low over the table. “Does slut want Yuki to get her off?”

“Please,” she begged, her head hanging as her hanging breasts wobbled. I didn’t want to prolong this as I was getting sick to my stomach so I slipped my hand between her legs and standing behind her, played with her clit as she pushed against me while pushing the dildo in and out. It didn’t take long and she howled with relief, tears running down her face as she finally reached climax.

I walked away from her, leaving her slumped on the table, her bottom in the air. “Please, now get dressed and get out,” I said simply. She didn’t look at me but quickly dressed in the remaining clothes and escaped the flat. I knew the fact she was naked under hr skirt would start to build the arousal again.

Not at all proud with myself, I turned the cameras off and was cleaning up the mess when Nicky walked out from the bedroom. “Was that who I think it was?” she said coolly.

“Please, this is to be secret.”

“I’m not going to tell anyone Yuki, believe me. That wasn’t nice, lady. Did you enjoy that?’

“No,” I said slowly, “I am very ashamed of what I did but it has to be done.”

“Tell me,” she asked. “Is this some sort of revenge thing?”

I shook my head. “No, it is politics.”

Music: (Yuki’s Theme) “Sly” by Massive Attack on the “Protection” CD

Chapter Fourteen

I spent the night editing the digital images, making sure that all references to me were wiped until all that remained was Jennifer’s lewd display while shaving herself, her desperate thrusting with the dildo, kissing someone’s panties and her explosive orgasm as she rocked on an anonymous hand. I was ashamed of myself and I hoped these images would be enough to ensure Jennifer’s compliance once I gave her the antidote.

Nicky took the copies and sent them to Centre so Krill would have them tomorrow. I began with the plan to doze Sunday away in front of the television, watching old movies on video. Nicky arrived as I was watching the end of “Casablanca” with tears running down my cheeks.

“Do you always cry at old movies?”

I shook my head. “This is the first time,” I sniffled.

“Visitor coming?” she asked as she poured a cup of tea from the pot on the table.

“Please, I do not understand?”

“Your period due?” I nodded and she sat on the sofa with me. “Want to watch it again? I’ve never seen this old flick.” We watched it again and we were both crying silently at the end. “She made the wrong choice! Jesus, that’s sad,” she said. “And my periods not even due. Jeez.”

 We cooked some fish with rice for tea and Nicky opened some white wine. “Yuki,” she began, “I’m guessing this is nearly over?” I nodded. “How about telling me the real story now? You know you can trust me.”

And I did tell her about the PFPP, their mission and their plans.  I skirted around Chorister and I did not mention Harvey at all. At the end of it, Nicky nodded. “I see,” she said. “This has been awful for you, hasn’t it?”

“Please, I did not enjoy this at all. Before this all started, I thought I would but it makes me sick to my stomach.”

We finished up and Nicky stood uncertainly near the door. “So, Yuki, no problem if I disappear for a while? You’ll be ok?”

“Of course. I do not expect anything to occur tonight. I shall sleep soon.”

“Cool. I’m going dancing for a while, that’s all,” she said, a little embarrassed.

“Please,” I said smiling, “that is excellent news. I am thinking you will be dancing with Andy?”

She shrugged. “Well, I don’t know if he can dance, you know. Most men can’t so I’ll have to check him out.” She paused with her hand on the doorknob. “Well, thanks Yuki. Thanks a lot.” I smiled as the door closed behind her.

Jennifer was out all day Monday so I worked quietly in the office and then went home to wait. I didn’t have to wait for long and the phone call came.

“Yuki, I need to see you,” Jennifer begged hoarsely. “Please.”

“In one hour,” I said and hung up. “It is time,” I said to Nicky.

A tap on the door and Jennifer stood there, a desperate look on her face. When I shut the door behind her, she hung her head, embarrassed and asked, “Should I take my clothes off?” I shook my head. “I don’t know why I’m like this,” she said tearfully, “but I’ve never been so horny and I just can’t get off. I don’t know what to do!”

“Please,” I said slowly, “lift your skirt.” Jennifer raised her skirt and I saw she had a hole cut in her pantyhose and wore nothing underneath. Her pussy was framed by that hole and was slick with juices, swollen and red. I moved quickly to her and brought my hand to her groin, fingers slowly caressing her. Jennifer groaned and buried her face in my hair as my finger sought out her clitoris. Suddenly, she stiffened, cried out in a guttural tone and orgasmed.

A few moments later, I broke away and she smoothed her skirt down, head hung low in shame. “I should go?” she asked.

“Please,” I said pointing at chair, “sit there.” She perched on the chair and I pointed at a glass of water on the coffee table between us. “Drink.”

She looked at it carefully. “What is it?”

“Please, it is the antidote to the potion I gave you to make you behave the way you have. Drink, please.”

Jennifer nodded slowly, drained the glass and placed it down with a sharp noise. “I thought I had been poisoned by something. I suppose I should have realised but I haven’t been thinking rationally the last few days.” She laughed harshly. “So, I imagine you’re part of Krill’s merry little bunch?” I nodded and held my silence. “And, of course, you have all of last night’s performance recorded?” Again, I nodded and she slumped wearily in the sofa. “I suppose you’re going to force me to watch it? I don’t want to watch it.”

“You do not have to.”

Jennifer rubbed her eyes. “Krill has the tapes now?”

“Yes, I am sure of that.”

A little biter laugh escaped and then she snapped back to stare at me. “Is your name really Yuki?” I nodded. “All right, Yuki. What’s the deal? I resign? What?”

“You support the Women’s Bill.”

“What?” she said incredulously. “That old thing?”

“It is important.”

“All this for that?”

“No,” I said evenly. “For the Bill but also for Chorister and for Harvey.”

“Chorister was an accident. It wasn’t meant to happen that way. Is she dead?”

“Chorister is no more.”

“I see.” Jennifer stared off into space. “What do I have to do?”

“Announce tomorrow that you support the Bill and commitment to bring it to Parliament once you are elected.”

“If I don’t?”

“Please, do not force me to spell it out.”

“No, you don’t have to.” She stood up and stared down at me, her face cold and hard. “You’re such a soft little thing, so small and defenceless.” Jennifer walked casually to the kitchen and took out a carving knife. “Krill and her people still need me but I can send them a warning by slicing up that pretty little face of yours.”

“Please,” I said calmly, although my heart was pounding. “I do not think that is a good idea.”

“Not a good idea?” she laughed. “Of course you wouldn’t!” She started walking towards me with the knife when the bedroom door opened and Nicky stood in the doorway, gun pointed at her.

“Hold it,” she said mildly.

“Who are you?” Jennifer demanded, knife wavering.

“A friend. Put it down.”

“Or you’ll kill me?” she laughed harshly. “I don’t think so, too much has gone into this.”

“We don’t plan to kill you,” Nicky said mildly. “A bullet in the leg, that’s all.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“No? I’ve loaded this with dum dums, lady. One shot and it’ll take your leg off at the knee. You’ll be one legged for life. Maybe I’ll do the other to even you up. It’s your fucking choice, lady.”

Jennifer looked at me. “Not as soft and defenceless as I thought, eh?” she said, placing the knife on the table.

“No, people often make that error but please do not think you can toy with us. You have until six-tomorrow night to make your announcement. If there is no announcement, we will release the taps to the world. It is your choice and I do not care which choice you make.” I stood up and stood next to Nicky. 

 Jennifer strode to the door but paused. “You mentioned Harvey. Did you know him?”

“Yes,” I said slowly. “I knew Harvey.”

“Was he fucking you as well as all the other little girls?” she snapped and I shook my head. Jennifer slammed the door behind her.

Chapter Fifteen

Jennifer made the announcement at lunchtime and she was the headline news on all television stations and newspapers. Sylvia called it a ‘masterstroke’ and was suddenly very enthusiastic about the bill. “She’s doing it in memory of her late husband,” she explained to me and I nodded wisely.

I slipped downstairs to say goodbye to Ernest and told him I would never return to see him if I heard he did not support the Bill. He effusively agreed to support it and I let him kneel on the floor and masturbate while looking up my skirt. I was feeling sad and affectionate so I allowed him to delicately kiss the nylon of my pantyhose as it covered my panties just as he came in his hand. He will never forget me.

All men have a fetish of some kind and if a woman can gain knowledge of that fetish, she will have power and control of that relationship forever. Men are ashamed and embarrassed by their desires and feel that by confiding to someone, they will be diminished in that persons eye. It is really so very simple if a women gains knowledge through affection and always using the power of the fetish in a considerate and affectionate manner.

Krill had phoned me with congratulations and details of my flights back to the States. Nicky helped me pack and we stood in awkward silence as I waited for the taxi to take me to the airport.

Holding up the two glass bottles that contained the potion and the antidote, she asked, “A few drops of this would make Winston mine for ever, huh? Tempting.”

“Please, that is not the case. A few drops would make Winston mine forever as it is tied to me, my DNA.”

“Oh, I see. What do you want me to do with them?”

“Please, destroy them for me.” She smiled and nodded. “You did not tell me about your evening with Andy?”

She flushed a little. “Well, he’s a good dancer.”

“Ah, I am so pleased for you.”

“Yeah. Something’s are right under your nose.” Nicky flushed again. “Yuki, I’ve only been with blokes. So, I was wondering what kisses would be like. Oh, forget it!” she said, looking away.

“Please,” I said quietly. “I would very much like to kiss you.” We came together awkwardly and she bent down to kiss me. Our lips met and softly explored each other.

Finally, she broke away. “Well,” she said breathless. “That was different. Interesting.”

“But,” I smiled. “Not as acceptable as a kiss from Andy?”

“Well, no. Andy’s a nice little kisser but that was different. Softer, slower or something. Shit, I don’t know!”

There was a rap at the door. “Please, that is the taxi. Goodbye Nicky, please make sure you contact Krill for future benefits.”

“I will. Thanks Yuki, you’re a smooth chick. I’ve learnt a lot.”

“A smooth chick? That is good?” I laughed. “I may see you again, I hope.”

As I sat in the back of the taxi, the wipers beating a tune to the rain, I quietly cried all the way to the airport.

Chapter Sixteen

“You’re going to have to go in there sooner or later, Yuki,” Krill said and I nodded but still kept staring at the door at the end of the white corridor. “He’s fine, a bit sleepy but everything is fine.”

“Yes, so I have been told by the doctor.”

“Yuki, look at me. He really is fine and is still Chorister.”

“Please,” I said with my head lowered. “I know that but I am afraid.”

Krill tipped my chin up and looked directly into my eyes. “Yuki,” she said softly. “Go in there, he’s been asking.”

I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door, closing it softly behind me. The room was dim and I saw a thin white sheet covered Chorister as he lay dozing. Holding my breath, I moved very quietly so I could down and study him. His hair and skin was dark and his face held memories of the old Chorister but was more chiselled, more masculine as was the Adam’s apple that bobbed in his throat as he breathed.

His chest was broad and taut, as was his flat stomach. Leaning forward so I could look at his face, his eyes suddenly opened and I felt my heart leap as I gazed into those deep green eyes.

“Yuki,” he whispered a brief flicker of fear in his eyes and I knew he was afraid I would find him repulsive.

“Chorister,” I breathed, leaning forward I gently kissed his lips, my first kiss with a man. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt the strength and the hardness of his muscles as he held me to his chest.

After a moment, I gently pushed away, holding his hand in mine as I smiled down at him. “Very handsome man,” I said, bowing slightly. “Very handsome,” I repeated and he smiled a smile so warm, unlike the old Chorister that it melted my heart. “Please, you are in excellent health?”

“Yes,” he said in that deep voice. “Everything went well, even the extra conditioning.”

“Please, what extra conditioning?” I asked, concerned.

His face crinkled into a smile again. “To make me love Japanese women.”

“Please,” I pouted, “I think you make a joke.”

His face grew serious. “It’s no joke, Yuki. You make me complete and I do love you.”

My heart thumped and I squeezed his hand. “Please, it is like you have held my heart in your hands and breathed life into it.” We kissed long and hard and I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers running under the bed linen. “Please,” I said mischievously, “I think I should inspect?” I pulled the covering back and his large penis lay curled on his stomach but, as I watched, it slowly started to harden. “”I see the doctors have done excellent work,” I teased, “ and it is good to see it works.” I glanced at Chorister and was surprised to see his face was flushed with embarrassment with eyes closed. I realised he felt vulnerable at not being able to control this new body.

“Please,” I said softly as my fingers gently stroked his cock, “it is good.” Slowly, I slipped my fingers around it and started gently pulling up and down. Pre-cum was leaking from it as it pulsed in my hand so I used both hands to rub the lubricant all over his large cock.

His breath was ragged and he groaned softly as my hand moved faster and faster on his cock. “Yuki,” he groaned, “that feels so good. I never knew,” he gasped.

 “Please,” I whispered in his ear as he gasped for breath, “wait until you feel my mouth or my pussy.” It was too much for him and he tensed, groaned as he spurted onto his belly. I smiled down at him as I milked him until his cock began to shrink and then I got a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean him up.

He watched me wipe him down. “Yuki,” he confessed, “I had no idea it was like that, so out of control.”

I smiled and, holding his flaccid cock in my hand, I gently waved it from side to side. “Please,” I said mischievously, “perhaps I should control it for you? Where did you get that chastity tube from?”

His eyes widened in shock and then his face crinkled again as we both laughed.

Epilogue

Roland Young sat in the back of the bus, staring at the breathtaking scenery while trying to ignore Rupert and Daphne Cunningham. He was completely unsuccessful.

“Roland, you won’t believe this hotel, it’s fantastic and so exclusive. Tell him, Daphne,” Rupert said, a huge smile on his whippet like face.

“It’s wonderful,” gushed Daphne. “Usually only exclusive women’s groups and political organisations are allowed to use it for conventions but we’re so lucky to go there every year.”

“It’s the Chairman, old boy,” Rupert pointed out. “Knows the owners and gets us in every year. This is our second year as I qualified for the first time last year. After staying there, Daphne said we had to come again.”

“I pushed him and pushed him to qualify. If he didn’t qualify, I was going to divorce him.”

“I think she meant it, old boy,” laughed Rupert. “You did jolly well to qualify in your first year. Fantastic effort.”

“Thank you,” Roland said, still watching the world go by.

“No Mrs Young?” Daphne prodded and Roland shook his head. “Surely there’s someone you could have asked to come with you?”

“No, I’m afraid not.”

“Oh well, maybe next year,” Daphne said. “This would be a marvellous place for a honeymoon. Fantastic service.”

“Everybody there is an owner so they’re so committed to service.”

“I beg your pardon? Roland asked, surprised.

“The first owners were a young couple and then they invited friends to take ownership as well. Everybody there is an owner so they all put that extra special effort.”

“Some sort of share ownership?”

“No, more than that. Wonderful people and you wait until you see her.”

Roland watched the yachts bob on the sparkling blue water as the bus slowed down to let some cyclists pass. “I’m sorry, see who?”

Rupert and Daphne smiled at each other. “The lady who owns the hotel. She is the most beautiful woman you will ever see,” Rupert said.

“I’m sure she is,” Roland said politely.

“Believe me,” Daphne said, “she is.”

“Possibly the second most beautiful woman,” Roland said morosely. “I saw the most beautiful woman several years ago.”

The bus pulled into the circular drive and the group got out in front of a beautifully restored grand villa that overlooked the sparkling water below it. Vineyards stretched up the hills and there wasn’t a cloud in the pale blue sky.

“What did I tell you, old boy,” Rupert boasted as if he owned the hotel.

“Yes, it’s wonderful,” he agreed politely.

“Look, here comes the Chairman,” Daphne said excitedly. “Good morning, Sir Ernest,” she cooed to the big man who was accompanied by a Chinese lady.

“Mrs Cunnigham, how nice to see you again. Rupert, how are you?”

“Fine thank you sir. Can I introduce Roland Young?”

“Heard a lot about you Roland, show a lot of promise.”

“Thank you sir.”

“This is my wife Mae. Dear, the Cunnighams and Roland Young.”

“Very pleased to meet you all,” she said in a cultured accent and she laughed when she saw Roland’s look. “Born and bred in London, I’m afraid,” she said, smiling.

A dark woman appeared on the front steps. “Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of all the owners, welcome to ‘The Garret’. Please move into the foyer where we have champagne. Your bags will be taken directly to your suites.” She smiled and moved towards Sir Ernest. “Ernest,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “How wonderful to see you and Mrs Copeland again.”

“Great to be back, Diana. You know the Cunnighams from last year?”

“Of course, Daphne and Rupert, welcome back.”

“It’s wonderful to be here,” Daphne said. “Is she here today?”

Apparently, they all knew who she was as Diana shook her head. “Back tonight. Let’s have some champagne.”

 Roland sipped his champagne as he examined the paintings, which lined the walls. “Hi,” a black woman with a huge smile and an American accent greeted him. “I’m told you’re Roland Young?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“The only single person here?” she raised a cheeky eyebrow and Roland flushed.

“Well, yes. I’m not married.”

“I’m Mel Wilson,” she said extending her hand. “One of the owners and here is your key to your room.”

“I don’t have to register.”

“All done,” she said briskly.

“I detect a New York accent.”

“Very good,” she laughed.

“Did you work in any of the hotels in New York?”

Mel shook her head. “No, I was in medicine then, a nurse. Excuse me for a moment.” She walked over to another group and started talking.

Roland put his glass down, walked to the elevator and rode to the top floor. It was when he had got out he realised there was no number on the blue key. A young man and a woman in the hotel uniform were pushing a trolley down the hall so Roland stopped them.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “but I’m afraid I don’t know where my room is. I’m Roland Young, just arrived.”

She smiled. “With Sir Ernest Copeland’s group?” He nodded. “I’m Nicky and this is my husband Andy. Do you have your key?” Roland showed it to her and she smiled. “Go down that way until you find a blue door. That’s your suite.”

“Gosh, I feel like a frightful fool.”

“No at all. Bye.”

Dinner that evening was formal and Roland struggled into his dinner suit, wandering down to the grand ballroom. He found, to his surprise, that the seating plan showed he was seated at the main table with Sir Ernest.  A small jazz band was playing in the corner and the owners were circulating through the group.

Finally, they sat down to dinner and Roland found himself seated next to Sir Ernest’s wife Mae. They enjoyed polite conversation when Sir Ernest walked through with a tall handsome young man at his side. “Chorister,” he said, “you remember Mae?”

“Of course,” the young man said, suavely kissing Mae’s outstretched hand. “It is always a pleasure.”

“You smooth devil, Chorister,” she laughed. “Where is that lovely wife of yours?”

“She is dressing Reiko. They’ll both be down soon.”

Ernest beamed down and introduced Chorister to Roland. “This is Roland Young, Chorister, one of our brightest young men. Roland, this is Chorister, one of the original owners of the hotel.” They shook hands and Chorister sat on Roland’s left but left a spare chair between them.

Mae sipped her champagne and smiled at Roland. “You haven’t met Chorister before?” Roland shook his head. “I suppose you haven’t met his wife either? You are in for a surprise

The room filled and soon the only vacant chair was the one between Roland and Chorister. Suddenly, a hush fell over the room and Roland looked towards the doorway. Everybody was staring at the vision that walked in, the most beautiful diminutive Japanese woman, dressed in a flowing white dress with her long black hair hanging down her back. Holding her hand was a beautiful young girl, probably about three years of age, and dressed in a similar white dress. 

Mae leaned over and whispered, “Close your mouth, dear boy.”

Suddenly, everybody in the room stood and applause rippled around the ballroom as the woman bowed politely to the various tables as she and her daughter made their way through until they stood at the main table.

Ernest leaned forward. “Roland Young, meet our lovely host Yuki Toshiro and, of course her wonderful daughter Reiko.”

Yuki bowed politely. “Please,” she said in a soft voice, “we have met before, I think.” Roland just stared, his mouth still hanging open. “In a department store and you kindly offered to show me the Palace.”

“You remember?” he said weakly.

“Of course, it was a kind gesture.” She sat down and Reiko clambered into her lap while Chorister leaned over and gave his wife a soft kiss on the cheek.

The evening wore on and Roland was in a trance, hypnotised by the charming beauty that sat beside him. At one point in the evening while Ernest was table-hopping, Mae leaned across Roland to speak to Yuki. “Yuki,” she said in a low voice. “Thank you so much for explaining it to me.” She raised an eyebrow and Yuki obviously understood what ‘it’ was as she smiled. “It has made a difference.”

Yuki giggled. “Please, where would we be without nylon?” Both women laughed. Reiko, who was becoming restless, crawled across from her father’s lap to sit in Roland’s. He looked down at the little curious face in surprise. “Please, is that disturbing for you?” Yuki asked. 

“No,” Roland said, surfside at himself as he said it. “Not at all.”

Late that evening, Roland smoked a cigar on the terrace and watched the lights on the bobbing yachts below. He felt like he never wanted to leave this wonderful place.

“Can I intrude?” a soft voice said behind him and he turned to see Mel smiling at him. 

“Of course,” he said gaily. “Anytime.” 

“You’re in a good mood.”

“I’m not drunk, well not too drunk but I feel happy as I’ve seen that paradise can exist. You only have to look for it.”

Mel smiled at him. “Sometimes it’s right under your nose.”

Roland studied her and smiled. “I think you’re right. Let’s get a drink.”

End.

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Author’s Note:
Thanks for reading. 
This is the second book in the series called ‘A Political Saga’.
If you are confused, it’s because you haven’t read Book One first! Do so, as it makes it all clear.
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