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 Title: Heat, Stress, Burns, and Cuts Ch.  03
Summary: Danger In Paris Leads Danny to Tokyo Sooner Than Expected!
Keywords: inc,fic
   Her kisses were tender, as they made their path down my back and around
to my abs.  Megan sat on the couch looking over at me and my estranged
little sister play with me.  I had seen Samantha as my sister, the one who
I talked to on the phone and never really knew much about.  But in this
moment, in this light, we were lovers, that was all.  She was as sensual as
I, every kiss, lick, and nibble, were all placed in a methodical and
intentional manner.  At this point the world disappeared, it was only us
three, in this room.  That is all that matters.
   I took her into my embrace and buried my face into her neck.  This
excised many a moans from my little sister.  I laid down onto the coach, a
top of her, kissing down her body.  It was then that I felt a hand on my
back and her hair next to mine.  Megan mirrored my method, slowly kissing a
trail down to her toes and then back to her thighs.  Samantha had already
started to writhe underneath us, but she wasn't getting off that easy. 
Megan made her way up to Samantha's little pussy, she teased it, and licked
it.  I went up to Samantha's face, and pulled my cock out.  Like a good
little slut Samantha grabbed my pole and licked it with gusto.  I felt the
vibrations through my cock from Samantha's mouth, Megan must be good at
muff-diving, who'd of thought?
   "Megan," I called to my girlfriend "you seem to be really good at
licking cunt because Sam here is moaning up a storm.  Is there something
you would like to tell me about your sexual orientation?" The only reply I
got was from Sam, in the form of a large moan.
   "Ooohhh" I moaned at the unexpected vibrations.  It was time for Megan
to moan, I took my cock out of Sam's mouth and got behind Megan.  I inched
my member into her.
   "Uuummppphh" She moaned into Samantha's pussy.  I kept thrusting at a
fast pace into her, she took the thrusts like a champ and never halted her
assault on Sam's little box.
   We eventually switched places, I was about to thrust into Samantha, but
I had a sudden feeling of regret, what kind of person would I be if I
fucked my own sister?  Should I do this?  That question was answered for me
when I felt Megan behind me, she took my cock into her hand and guided it
into my sister.  She felt amazing, for her experience level she sure was
tight.  Megan walked around to Samantha and gave her a deep kiss on the
mouth.  She then started to kiss, twist, and pinch her nipples.  This made
Samantha go ape-shit with moans and groans.
   "Alright Sam," Megan paused to flick her tongue across Samantha's nipple
"you are going to cum around this big cock that is stuffing you pussy.  The
only question is whether you are getting into multiples." She said her best
mistress voice.  Soon enough, with my cock pounding in and out of her, and
Megan's mouth on her clit, she came screaming.  I nor Megan had cum yet, we
switched places.
   With Megan on top of me, and Sam to the side, egging us on.  We
approached our mutual releases.  Megan enjoyed Samantha's master treatment,
which included nipple play, ear biting, make outs, and licking... 
Everywhere.  It was our turn to make Megan cum.  Samantha was the first to
talk.
   "Come on Meg, how does that cock feel buried inside your wet cunt?" Sam
started "Do you like it?  I sure did, you look like your going to cum." She
turned around and looked at me "You too, Danny?  Ooh!  Goodie, you are both
going to cum at the same time then.  Alright both of you, come on now, fuck
each other." With a hand vibrating Megan's clit and a hand massaging my
balls, our release was imminent.  "Oh, you got that face Danny, that means
your going to cum.  So go on then, cum Danny, shoot deep inside Megan's
filthy little cunt.  You too Megan, squeeze him tight, get that load out of
him, come on!" We both let out a deep moan and came together, her pussy
squeezed me tight, as she felt with warm seed plaster her insides.
   We were all sexed out for the day, so I whipped up some breakfast and we
ate.  After everything was cleaned up we all sat on the couch and cuddled.
We all got up and dressed at about nine.  We split up to do our respective
tasks.  I had to go and get some supplies for going back to Paris, and
Tokyo.  First on my agenda was the bank; I hadn't even gotten a card to my
billion-plus dollar fortune that were in banks all over the world, the bank
here in Boston has about twenty million in it, enough to last me a very
long time.
   Once I arrived at the first national bank, I was surprised by the
interior.  My original assumption was that it would be a grand, and
luxurious bank.  A bank where you were offered some pompous drink, like
strawberry flavored seltzer or Icelandic water with an orange peel, that
wasn't the case.  In fact, I walked by the bank twice before I actually
realized that this shitty, rundown, old apartment building was the bank. 
Upon walking in I found one vomit green couch and a very, very, attractive
receptionist.  I walked over and inquired about my account.
   "Hello, my name is Daniel Vanderbuilt, I here to get a card for my
account..." I said
   "Good afternoon" She said in a lethargic and bitter tone "He'll be with
you soon.  For now you can go and sit down.  I have work to do."
   "Thank you," I looked at her name-tag "Ms.  Grace Martinez.  Try to have
a better day." I finished with a smile.
   "What the fuck is that supposed to mean you fucking douche?" She
snapped. I decided to snap back.
   "That means that your an employee and I'm you client, a client who
happens to have many millions of dollars in your bank.  That's the great
thing about Capitalism, you aren't indispensable.  Remember that." Her
facial expression quickly turned from angry to remorseful.
   I turned and walked back to the couch and took a seat.  Grace quickly
excused herself, whether she was going to get away from me or to get the
bank manager, either way, it wasn't much of a concern to me.  I can't stand
those types, who don't treat you with respect.  It's not productive, nor is
it appropriate in our society.  As I waited, Vitur and I played a game of
chess.  The timing was perfect, as we were caught at a stalemate.  Wait,
how did I just put a complex AI like Vitur into a stalemate?  I just
started playing chess today!  Anyway, Thomas Alexander emerged from his
office, with Grace in toe.
   It looked like she got a verbal smacking from Thomas.  The sadness
didn't fit her face.  She was a leggy women, of Latin descent, probably
about 5'11", she had jet black, wavy hair that went past her shoulders down
to her upper back.  She had mid sized breasts; enough to grab a hold of and
give a nice suck, but not excessive.  Her ass though, big and round, enough
to grab hold of and give her the ride of her life.  Her eyes were a
piercing blue, the shade changed when she was in sunlight or in shade. 
Navy blue one second and teal the next.
   "Mr.  Vanderbuilt," He started "I would like to formally apologize for
my receptionists behavior." Grace stepped up and started to talk "I am very
sorry sir, I was not in the proper frame of mind, thank you for the wake
up, per say" She finished.
   "Grace, its fine, we all have those days." I said smiling, she flashed
me her pearl white smile in response.  "Mr.  Alexander, shall we?" I asked,
his head nodded and he led me back into his office.
   "Mr.  Vanderbuilt, after viewing your account here at first national,
and especially after the debacle outside, we would like to offer you a gift
to show our dedication and loyalty to you.  I picked these up a few days
ago, I hope it is to your liking." He opened his drawer and presented me
with a pair of Arfaq Hussain Cuff-links.  They were very unique; the cuffs
themselves were made of yellow and white gold.  The design was very cool,
instead of just being a rectangle or square, no, these were in the shape of
two crossed sabers, and atop of them was a crown.  Than handle and guard of
each sword was yellow gold, along with the crown.  The sword blades were
white gold.  I was speechless.
   "I...  I don't know what to say, they are breathtaking."
   "You don't need to say anything, now, lets get down to business." He
replied, smiling.  "You currently have around 20 million dollars in your
account with us, you would like to be able to access that, correct?" He
asked.
   "...  Ah, yes." I muttered, still infatuated by the cuff-links "I am
going to be doing some traveling and need to have a card that I can use
internationally, will that be a problem?" I asked, my head now firmly
planted in the game.
   "Not in the slightest sir, when do you leave on your trip?" He
questioned.
   "In about..." I paused to check my watch, "three hours.  If this is a
problem I cou-" he cut me off.
   "No!  I can have the card ready in an hour.  If you would like to go
grab some lunch and come back after, it should be ready."
   "Excellent!" I beamed "One last question; do you need the help of Grace
for any of this?"
   "No, sir."
   "Would it be okay if she took some time off and came to lunch with me?"
   "Not a problem sir, I will see you both soon!"
   "Thank you very much for your help and time sir." I said getting up to
shake his hand.  I made my way out to the waiting room and went up to
Grace's desk.
   "Is there anything I can help with, Mr.  Vanderbuilt?" She asked.
   "Actually yes, are you hungry?" I asked.
   "I...  I don't understand" She said apprehensively.
   "Allow me to rephrase, would you mind if I took you out to lunch?  I'm
buying!"
   "Ah," She thought, then smiled "Sure!  Let me check if my boss needs
anything before I go." She said, quickly excusing herself to go to her
bosses office.  After two minutes, she came back, purse in hand, ready to
go!
   We decided on one of the best places in all of Boston; The Boston Diner.
Okay, not the best place in Boston, but quaint and full of character
nonetheless.  We arrived at the diner and got a booth overlooking the damp
streets.  As we ordered our drinks and breakfast Grace and I made nice
conversation, it was boring and uneventful for the most part.
   "So," I asked after twenty minutes of small talk, "Do the Martinez's
live in Boston?" I asked
   "No!" She replied, chuckling a little bit.  "My father is currently
practicing in LA, brother number one is living in South Africa, and brother
number two is living in the UK."
   "What does your dad practice?" I inquired.
   "He is a brain surgeon." She replied.
   "No shit!  That's impressive?  What about your mother?" I asked.
   She got quiet, "She passed four years ago, leukemia." She whispered this
almost to where I couldn't hear it.
   "I...  I am very sorry, I know it doesn't mean a lot but my condolences
to you and yours."
   "No," She said, putting her hand on top of mine, "It means a lot, thank
you." She said, holding back a tear.  We didn't talk much after that, as
the food arrived soon after our moment and we were both very hungry.  After
the food was eaten we decided to walk back to the bank instead of take the
town car that Ed, my bodyguard had waiting.  As we walked, I made sure to
try my best to make her laugh and brighten the day up for her.
   "If you don't mind my asking, why did you snap at me today?  You
mentioned that you weren't in a good frame of mind..." I asked.
   "Yeah, sorry about that.  Me and my boyfriend had a nasty fight and we
broke up a week ago.  I found out that he was already fucking someone new
last night." She answered.
   "I'm sorry to hear that, was it serious?" I asked
   "If you had asked me last week; I'd of said yes.  But I realized that it
was faked attraction.  There was nothing special about him, I am done with
him."
   "If it makes you feel better..." I started "If I was in town for longer
I would totally take you out for a drink!" I smiled.  "A girl like you is a
prize, someone that should be loved."
   She hugged me and thanked me for the kind words of encouragement.  She
also gave me her number, in case I was back in town and wanted to meet up
either romantically, or as friends.  We arrived at the bank, I received my
card, and I was out of there.  When I arrived back at the Ritz, my bags
were already packed.  Megan and Sam were both on the couch watch a movie.
The clock struck five and we needed to leave for the airport.  I hopped
into my study's secret study, and grabber two of the twenty suits that
resided in the closet.  I think that they would fit fine, if not, Paris is
full of great Tailors.
   We said our goodbyes and we were out.  I was going back home, even if
just for four days.  As we stepped outside, Edward had the car brought
around, with a duffel bag in his hand he seemed extremely excited to
travel. I went up to him, put an arm around his shoulder.
   "So bud, you ready to go on an adventure?" I said smiling.
   "Oh, fuck yes!" He replied, a big smile plastered on his face.
   We arrived at the airstrip, we saw the jet we would be taking.  It was a
Learjet, the definition of luxurious travel for many.  We also saw Mae's
car pull up next to ours.  We all hopped on board, soon enough we were off
the ground.  I was quickly on my way to a nice buzz with a glass of whiskey
in my hand.  Looking at the vast Atlantic Ocean under me.  Vitur and I
continued our chess game.  Then I had a thought.
   'Vitur, can you induce a dream?  And can you be in that dream too?' I
asked.  I had experimented with lucid dreams in the past and it would be a
great asset to work with Vitur in a seemingly physical world.  Then I could
work out concepts and inventions in my head, the safest place on earth!
   'Yes sir, are you thinking what I'm thinking?' He asked.
   'Yup, lets do it.  Gimme one second though.' I said
   "Hey guys" I said out loud, "Just to let you know I'm going to close my
eyes and think for a while.  If any of you are too horny to wait, we have a
second dick on the plane now." I said, pointing to Edward, who looked both
scared and happy at the same time.
   'That's the proper reaction' I chuckled 'Alright Vitur, hit me with your
best shot!'
   'With pleasure, sir.'
   Everything around me changed, I was no longer on the plane, I was in my
secret study back in Boston.  I was fully able to walk around.  I quickly
turned and saw Vitur, dressed in a leather vest and fur cloak, he looked
pretty bad ass.  I wanted to have a whiteboard in the room so I just
thought it, and there it was.  This is just too cool!  I decided to stay in
this dream for the duration of the flight, what was an seven hour flight
was a sixteen hour dream for me.  I had the ability to slow the dream down
as much as I wanted.  I could be there for years on end in just seconds. 
For the duration of the dream, Vitur and I just chatted, about all of my
predecessors, my father, Aldrich, everybody.  We also began to devise a
plan that would be put into action after a meeting in Paris at 10:00am.
   We arrived in Paris at 8:00am local time.  I came out of my dream just
as we landed, I saw some red panties on the floor, Samantha's I believe.  I
looked to my left and saw Edward with his shirt off and pants unbuckled,
sleeping.  After I woke up the girls, I woke him up and as he was getting
dressed he was giving profuse apologies for his state of dress, when we
were all ready, we quickly departed the plane.  I made sure to keep
Samantha's panties in my back pocket, for research purposes, of course.
   As we got off the plane, we found a variety of vehicles to choose from.
Ranging from armored BMW's, to Yamaha R1000's.  For their comfort and
safety, I had Mae and Samantha go in the BMW.  Ed, Megan, and I would grab
the bikes.  Edward got his own, while Megan rode bitch on mine.  Let me
tell you, it was fun to be home.  When I was here before, struggling for
money, I saw Paris as a brutal city that could chew you up and spit you
out, and to a certain extent I still see it like that, but now, coming back
with a net worth too big to count and the love of my life, the romance and
carefree attitude was in the air.
   As we cruised at 90mph on the A17 going towards Paris center, the air
smelled different, the road was better, the colors were more vibrant, I was
home.  We quickly made it over the Pont Du Gariglino and to the apartment
to get reacquainted.  With my new found strength due to the comic book-like
drug that I was given, I carried Megan up the two flights of stairs with
one hand and effortlessly opened the door up to find our apartment just as
it was before, pristine condition.  I carried her over to the couch and we
both sat, snuggled and overlooked are wonderful view.  Edward waited
outside to help the others carry in their bags.
   They soon arrived in the apartment with their bags.  Samantha and Mae
were impressed by how nice the apartment was, along with impressed that I
could obtain such a nice place on my previous salary.  That reminded me:
   'Vitur?' I asked
   'Yes, sir?'
   'Could you double the monthly rent payment to Norma?  She has been so
kind over the years, I think it is only just to return the favor.  Also,
transfer fifty thousand into her account as and upfront.' I replied.
   'Of course, she will have the bonus in her account by tonight and the
rest I will guarantee monthly payments, the banking protocol is already
uploaded to my server.' He replied.
   'Thank you- Wait, servers?  Are they secure?' I asked slightly
concerned.
   'Well, they were constructed with alien technology in the 1800's and are
currently buried under two hundred feed of ice in Antarctica, safe enough?'
Vitur asked smart-ass-idly
   'I'd say so, good work.  Thanks, Vitur.' I finished.
   'Anytime sir, talk to you soon.' He said.
   After we got settled in again I was off to go to my meeting.  I had
Edward stay with the girls, I had figured that my 260lb beastly self could
be slightly better at protecting myself than petite women who are all under
150.  As I jetted through the streets of Paris, the nostalgia came back of
all the pub crawls, one night stands, and just plain fun I had.  Those were
some great times.
   My meeting today is the first step in obtaining the restaurant that I
still technically work at; L'Ambroisiea.  Why you might ask?  Because I
know how old Aldrich, my mentor and father like figure is getting.  He said
that he wanted out of the kitchen, I want to give him the opportunity to
own and operate the restaurant.  Talk about a promotion.  The owner of the
restaurant was a man by the name of Pierre Dubois.  I arrived just in time
for my meeting with him at a local pub; Le Barav.  He had ordered a bottle
of wine; a 2010 Castello di Ama.  We made small talk, we each talked about
our pasts and acolytes respectively.  I decided it was time to talk
business.
   'Mr.  Dubois, as much as I love talking about my past, I like talking
about the future even more." I said, taking a sip of my wine, "I am looking
to purchase L'Ambroisiea from you." As I finished, his face showed that he
didn't expect the blunt route that I decided to take.
   "And why would I ever sell such a successful business?" He questioned.
   Poker face was on, time to reel him in.  "Because I am going to give you
a blank check.  Name your price and I will pay it."
   "L'Ambroisiea takes in ten million euros a year.  So in order to even
consider selling we would need to be talking north of eighty five million."
   "Okay, then my offer is one hundred million." You should of seen his
face, he almost spit out his wine.  He quickly composed himself again and
responded.
   "I will sell for $150,000,000 no les-"
   "Deal." I said.  His facial expression was one of sheer excitement and
surprise.
   "Do you even have that much money?  Your barely twenty, how do you have
that much money at your disposal?"
   "I inherited it.  Now, are we going to do business?" I asked.
   "I need proof you have the capital, and then I would be delighted." He
finished, I had Vitur send me a bank number that had more than $400,000,000
in it to show him.  His mouth dropped open when he saw the balance, if only
he knew about the other accounts.  He would of shit his pants...  I shook
his hand and we made arrangements for the papers to be sent to my Apartment
later that night.  By the time we made the deal, and finished the second
bottle of wine, and the forth cigar, it was already dark, but I couldn't go
home yet.
   I hopped back onto my motorcycle and sped towards nowhere, I was so
exhilarated by spending more money than I have ever made in my entire life
combined that my adrenaline spiked massively and I have to keep the feeling
up for a while.  As I flew upwards of 150mph down the 4 miles of straight
asphalt that was the Route Nationale, wind in my hair, I felt invincible.
Until I noticed a car behind me, gaining quick, it wasn't the police,
because last time I check Parisian police didn't drive Lamborghini's.
   'Vitur...' I said as I saw the car advancing closer in my side view
mirror 'Someone is chasing me, what do I do?' I asked.  All of a sudden a
map, video feeds of street cameras, and a digital speedometer displayed in
front of me, and I herd Vitur's voice:
   'Take the next left at approximately 125mph if you tuck into the corner
really tight then you will make it.' He said.
   Just then, my fight or flight response went into overdrive, quickly
dropping two gears and slamming the brakes 100 yards before the turn.  As I
started into the turn I felt the bike wanted to stay upward until I reached
the turning point and it stayed down and grounded for me.  My jean-clad
knees were mere inches from the pavement.  Just when I thought it would
never end, it did.  I have good luck sometimes, not that much though
because the Lamborghini was still on my tail.  Vitur put up navigation and
speed instruction on my HUD.  Hard right in one mile that I could make at
85mph, but it is sharp enough to make the car slow down further.
   It was rather interesting how fast I was learning to drive the bike
well. I didn't even realize that I had up shifted and tucked my head behind
the windscreen until it had already happened.  With my skills increasing
rapidly I saw a change, my fear turned to confidence, this was just a race
now, and they can't get me.  I was closing in on 170mph before I had to
slam on the brakes and rapidly downshift until I hit 85mph, but I knew I
could take the turn faster, so I hit the throttle and up-shifted, I took
the turn at 102mph.  I go within two inches of the side of the road but I
knew I was still on the road so I opened the throttle all the way trying to
get distance.  As I was pushing almost 200mph Vitur informed me that they
were no longer in sight.  This was my chance, I stopped as fast as possible
without make any skid-marks and pulled into an abandoned warehouse.  As I
was still at 50mph I turned the engine of and glided into darkness.  I
dropped the bike on its side in the grass and got down to the ground just
as I herd the Lamborghini screaming down the road, now chasing a ghost.
   The people who are following me are too smart to think that they are
still chasing me, they should be on there way back now.  I knew I needed to
get out of there, I quickly got the bike up and sped towards unused
railroad tracks.  I sped a mile down the tracks before the bike decided
that it long longer wanted me on the back of it and promptly dumped itself
into the gravel.  I found a car park and 'borrowed' a truck from there.  I
was able to make it back into the city with no issue, but this threat
wasn't going anywhere, I needed training.  However I am still surprised at
how quickly I learned to drive that motorcycle.  Is this another effect
from the drugs?  I need to ask my father about that.  I was not safe at
home tonight, on the way into Paris I called Edward and told him to be on
high alert but to stay put, I didn't want them to know what had happened.
   I needed a safe house 'Vitur, are there any strictly American safe
houses in the city?'
   'Let me check sir...  One...  and you won't believe where it is.'
   'Great...  tell me!' I said.
   'Um...' He started 'Can you swim?'
   'No...  it can't be' I said, a smile coming to my face.
   'Yes, yes it can be.  Directions are on the HUD.' He said.  I was led to
a small plaza on the Seine.
   'Okay, what now?' I asked.
   'Go and jump into the Seine.'
   'Your not fucking with me, right?' I asked.
   'Nope, completely legitimate.' He said.
   I chuckled as I jumped into the water I took a big breath of air, once
underneath, I opened my eyes and it was like a spotlight was shining
wherever I looked.  Man, this is cool.  Vitur led me down an underwater
concrete duct that led me to a door.  I put my finger to it, and with a
little prick, the door popped open.  I closed the first door and and sat as
the water drained.  Once all the water was drained I opened the door to
find an extremely old safe house.  It looked as though no one had used it
for a while.  But lights came on as I stepped in, and there hung an
American flag.  The layout was simple; it was a studio, with a queen sized
bed, a kitchenette, a couch, a toilet, and shower.  I opened the small
closet and found some dry clothes and a waterproof backpack.  As I slid
into the cloths I started to feel a bit better.  I let Edward know that I
was safe for the night and to tell the girls not to worry.
   I found a case of bottled water so I drank three of those.  Then I sat
down and tried to figure out who these people were.
   "Can you display yourself in a hologram, Vitur?" I asked aloud.
   "Yes sir" He said back, appearing next to me on the couch.  "How may I
be of service?"
   "I need someone to talk to...  to try and figure out who is doing this.
Saga, show yourself as well." As I said that an extremely attractive 5'6",
red haired beauty presented herself between Vitur and I.
   "How my I be of service sir?" She asked.
   "Vitur, update her on what has happened."
   "Huh!" She gasped.  She then shrugged, "Well, at least you had rapid
learning skills, only Thomas Vanderbuilt, the first hidden adviser has
experienced that." She saw my confused facial response "Oh!  You didn't
know, yeah, Thomas Vanderbuilt was able to learn things at an extreme rate.
I once saw him memorize the entire constitution in one reading, what a man,
too much stress for him to take though.  But essentially you can learn
things by just doing it." She finished.
   "That isn't an effect of the drug, but a biological trait?" I asked, she
nodded her head.
   "You have had it all your life, the drugs could of kick-started the
memorizing process...  That's my best guess." She finished.
   "Okay good to know.  Now, down to business.  Vitur; scan all of the
cameras around Paris and find me that Lamborghini and identify it.  Saga;
draft a list of possible enemies that we have experienced before who
operate like this and work in Europe."
   "On it" They both said in unison.
   "Good, I am going to go see if they have something to drink here."
   Even with the computing power of Saga and Vitur it still took nearly all
night to find anything.  While Vitur and Saga handled there respective
tasks, I took it upon my self to make my own task; get absolutely
shit-faced with the help of a bottle of whiskey that is older than my
grandfather.  I completed my task rather soon, but they didn't get anywhere
until the wee hours of the morning.  I think I might of gone unconscious,
that whiskey hits hard.  I came out of my drunken blackout at around
6:00am. As my eyes opened I saw Vitur and Saga both sitting in the same
position as before.
   "Sorry sir, you were becoming belligerent and started to sing the
national anthem at the top of your lungs so I had your brain make you think
that you blacked out...  We have good new though!" He said, slightly scared
of what my reaction would be.
   "Its fine bud," I started "I'd of done the same thing.  What have you
got?" I asked eager to fine out.
   "We tracked the Lamborghini, and we saw that it had a German plate.  So
I monitored where it was going, and it made a 250 mile run back to Cologne,
Germany-"
   "And there is only one organization that has ties in Cologne that isn't
The Collective; It was The Society of Assassins, they aren't our direct
competition but they have been hired a few times to attempt to kill leaders
of The Collective.  We think that they might have also had a hand in your
fathers demise..." She stated.
   The anger started to boil up, I wanted to barge into their head
quarters, and stomp them to ash.  Aldrich taught me to keep my calm around
competition, to not let them see your anger, so as soon as you strike they
will have no idea.
   "Two questions," I started "First, are there any more assassins in the
area from this society, and second, are they payed but the attempt or by
the hit?"
   "No, to my knowledge there are no more in the area, and I believe they
are payed per attempt, not per hit.  They are aware at how skilled their
targets are and they know it could take upwards of twenty attempts in order
to eliminate them."
   "So as of now, I am good to get out of here?  Until they come around
next time?" I asked.
   "Yes" They replied in unison.
   Great!  I got my close on and packed up a fresh pair.  Once I was up and
out of the river I changed and made my way to the truck.  I made my way
back to the apartment.  I was barraged by hugs and kisses once I got back.
I needed to focus on the matter at hand so I had to make a plan.  I told
the girls what happened, they needed to hear it in person to not freak out,
I think.  I got down to business.  I had the holograms of Vitur and Saga
show up.
   I had my list, now I just need to give people their tasks.  "Okay, lets
get to business.  I need you guys to do some tasks for me:
   Vitur, I need you to start collecting and storing footage from Tokyo,
when we arrive there I want all of the cameras within a mile radius of us
looped.  I also want constant surveillance everywhere I go in case anyone
is sent back.
   Edward, I need you for an hour today to teach me all you know about
fighting, sounds weird I know, but I'll explain soon.
   Mae, get in touch with your father, Tell him we will be there late
tomorrow morning.
   Megan, get in touch with Aldrich and schedule a time for the three of us
to meet.
   Samantha, call up a bike dealer, get me any fast motorcycle you can find
and have them deliver it outside for me.  I need to go and make a call" I
finished, everyone got up and went to accomplish there tasks.
   I made a call to the manager and had him change the departure date, but
not the flight plan.  So even though we are leaving tonight, the plan will
say we are leaving in another two days, going to Osaka instead of Tokyo. 
After I finished up on the phone I went and found Edward.  I explained to
him about the fast learning and I had him just fight me for fifteen minutes
and soon enough I was keeping up with him really easy.  He taught me knife
skills and Krav Maga, which is his preferred fighting style.  Mae
approached and told me that her father had a house ready for us, it was a
top floor fortress in Tokyo, guarded by Yakuza.  Samantha had an Aprilia
RSV4 motorcycle sitting outside, with 230hp going to one wheel, I should be
set for speed to out run anybody.  Megan and I decided that we would head
over to the restaurant to see Aldrich now.  We both threw on some nice
cloths and hopped on the bike.  We were at the restaurant in five minutes.
   For the first time since this insanity first started, I saw my mentor,
hell, my father, in the back, cooking his food.  I jogged over, not to make
too much of a disturbance for eager Sunday-brunchers.  He saw me, dropped
his knife, and closed the distance to bring me into a hug.  It had only
been a week since I last saw him, but he knew, just by looking at my face
that shit had went down and that I was in the middle of it.  He called over
Jordan, acting sous chef over to take over the pass while we went over to
his office to get reacquainted.  We explained to him what had happened over
the past week, minus the tons of sex, and he was stunned.  After I told him
I had bought the restaurant he was dumbfounded.
   "Why Danny?  Why did you buy the restaurant?" Aldrich asked.
   "Well, I have an unlimited amount of money and you said you were too old
to be in the kitchen..." I said grabbing some paperwork out of my bag "So I
thought you might like to be a restaurant owner?" I said, a big smile
coming across my face.  His jaw dropped when he saw the ownership papers
already signed by me.
   "I...  I do-...  I don't know what to say" He said, tears streaming down
his face.
   I put my hand on his shoulder "You took me in when I had nothing, you
fed me, mentored me, you deserve a lot more than this in my book.  I trust
that you will run this place right and you will find the right staff."
   He quickly took me into a hug and started to cry tears of joy.  We had a
beer and caught up but he knew I couldn't stay for long.  "Well," I said
capping off my beer "We will meet again friend, If you ever need an" I was
cut off.
   "No," He said holding up the paperwork "This is more than I could ever
ask for.  I wish you well Daniel.  Oh!  wait here!" He said as he went back
into the kitchen.  He emerged with my knifes!  I completely forgot about
them.  "You can't be forgetting these Danny!"
   "I can't believe I forgot about these." I was grinning ear to ear.
   Aldrich turned his attention to Megan "Megan, dear.  I will miss you
too. Take car and make sure this one doesn't fuck himself or you into a
comma, huh?" He said, pointing at me, chuckling, on the verge of tears.
   "I'll try my best!" Megan said, hugging him.
   "Till next time, and there will be a next time." I said.  With a final
hug, we were gone, on the motorcycle driving back home.  No danger this
ride, thank the gods.
   Megan and I decided that if we won't be back in Paris for a while we
might as well get some lunch.  We stopped at on of our favorite Creperies,
for a carb-filled treat.  We walked around for a while until I led her
inside of Tiffany & Co.  I went under the cover of 'Babe, don't you want
some earrings!' But my real intention was to get a ring.  As she looked at
bracelets I went up to an employee.
   "Hello" I said smiling "I need you to send an employee over to my
soon-to-be fiance and distract her while you and I pick out a very
expensive ring." I'd never seen an employee move so quickly.
   "Okay, Francine is helping her now, what would you think she would
like?" She asked.
   After a bit of browsing, I decided on a 2.5 caret ring, coming in at a
comfortable $52,500.  I had the women get the ring prepared while I went to
join Megan.  In order to cover up the expensive sale; I bought an over
priced money clip, and an over priced flask.  Megan decided on a $20,000
pair of earrings and a diamond bracelet coming in at $22,000.  Women, am I
right?  The grand total for today's Tiffany run came out to $96,000.  Damn.
I guess I adapt pretty quick to wasting money, huh?  I had Edward come and
get Megan so she wouldn't go home by herself in a cab by herself.  I headed
back in and picked up her ring, now I just need to find the opportune
moment to propose.  As I didn't have a bag full of diamonds I was able to
take the motorcycle home.  When I got home I immediately had to get packed
and head to the airport.
   Our flight was at 4:00, and it was twelve hours till we arrived in
Japan. The thought just came to mind that I have not had sex in two days, I
might need to remedy that on the flight.  Samantha and Mae were out cold
because they were up the whole night worried.  Edward was out cold because
he was up all night ready to kick some ass.  That left Megan and I awake.
The flight from Paris to Tokyo was a lot longer, that meant we needed a
larger plan, this one happened to have a bedroom, with a king bed in the
back.  After the fasten seat-belt was off, I went over to Megan's seat,
picked her up, and put her over my shoulder.  I opened the door to the
bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed.
   After I hopped onto the bed, Megan got up and started to give me a
little strip show.  First she slowly pulled off her tee shirt, then she
unbuttoned her short shorts, slid them down her slender legs, and revealed
a set of violet-colored lingerie, you could see a small wet spot on her
panties, her little show was revving her up just as much as it was me.  She
started with her bra, unbuttoning, and teasingly sliding it off her body,
what a tease.  After her bra was off, her hands circled her nipples, until
she reached the little nubs, she started to rub and tweak them.  Her hands
trailed down her body until they reached her covered sex.  She started to
rub her panty-covered cunt, this made the wet spot grow.  She took this
opportunity to pounce on me.  She started to attack me with kisses,
everywhere as I began to shed clothing.  Shirt, pants, then boxers.  I
grabbed her body, pulling it close to mine, flipping her over, leaving me
on top.
   I slid her panties to the side and eased my aching member into her hot,
wet, pussy.  Her insides gripped me insanely tightly as I ventured deeper
inside.  Her rapid breaths and constant moans were all the guiding that I
needed.  I held her close as we fucked, kissing her deeply, taking my thumb
I led it down to her clit, and rubbed her for extra stimulation.  She
responded by moaning deeply into my mouth.  She took her hand, and started
to caress my balls, this warranted the same response in turn from myself.
   "Man, I really did find the perfect girl didn't I" I said.
   "Damn right you did!  And I found the perfect man, you are fucking me so
good Danny, don't stop!  Don't stop!" She chanted.
   "Well I didn't plan on if...  Tell me what you want, Megan." I probed
   "I want you to fuck me in my pretty little pussy until I cum and you
shoot your load inside me!  Please, fuck me.  Fuck this little slut to your
hearts desire!"
   "If you keep talking like that, we won't be fucking for much longer, I'm
gonna cum soon..."
   "Its okay baby, we got twelve hours!  Shoot your load in me, I am gonna
cum too, do it baby, do it now!" She urged.  That pretty much did it for
me, my balls tighten and with one final thrust I shot my load deep into
her. In the same moment, she clinched me tight and let out a scream as she
let her orgasm spread through her body.
   I love it when she talks dirty to me, its wonderful.  We must of fucked
for hours, in different positions and everything!  I was surprised she
didn't pass out afterward.  Doggy, missionary, cowgirl, hell even
wheelbarrow, we hadn't fucked that much since we first started going out.
All night fuck sessions had disappeared after the new-ness of the
relationship went away.  But man she was horny tonight!  After a barrage of
orgasms we decided to halt our sex-capades for a while.  We settled into
the jet's couch and sat for a while.  She eventually fell asleep, I
couldn't sleep but I just sat with my eyes closed and fell into a
quasi-sleep where I wasn't asleep but I wasn't quite awake.  As I was
there, cradling Megan in my arms, I lost track of time until I felt her
stir and stretch.
   As I opened my eyes, I saw sun beaming in from the small windows of the
jet.  I rose and made some coffee for everybody, along with some food.  As
the sun shined brighter, I herd the others wake.  As we all sat at the
table and had some breakfast I herd the captain's voice on the loud
speaker.
   "Ladies and gentleman, we are beginning our descent into Tokyo.  We
should be on the tarmac within fifteen minutes.  Thank you and have a great
stay." He announced.  This was the signal to head back and grab one of my
Dad's suits.  Prada, He sure wears fine cloths.  It fit like a glove.  He
must of been in good shape.  I got plenty of cat-calls as I emerged from
the bedroom.  Megan was wearing a little black dress the accentuated all of
the right places.  In contrast, Samantha was wearing a strapless red dress,
I wanted to pull to the ground almost as soon as she had it on.  No time
for any tom-foolery though.
   After we finished Breakfast, we got into our seats just as the plane
began its final descent.  We had a nice smooth landing, we got our luggage
and walked over to the car that Mae had waiting.  She spoke Japanese to the
guards who were driving us back to the house.  We got into the armored
Rolls Royce they had waiting and we were on our way.
   'Vitur, We are looping, correct?' I asked, making sure our location was
still hidden.
   'Since you were below six thousand feet, sir.' He said proudly.
   'Good work bud.  Thanks.'
   The whole way through the city, Mae and the guards were catching up. 
Tokyo was a whole different animal than the US or Europe.  It was so
populated, People walked down sideways bumping into other people, it was
incredible.  Hiro Takida, Mae's father, was kind enough to let us stay at
his residence for our stay.  His apartment was in Kasumigaseki, a more
politically populated part of Tokyo.  We arrived there soon enough and as
we walked it, I counted roughly twenty two guards in the lobby, and ten
more on Hiro's floor.  Vitur had taught me how to properly introduce myself
to Hiro in a traditional Japanese way.  The tradition is to greet a
superior by bowing, even though Hiro is technically an equal, for me, his
age superior age grants him respect.
   We made our way into the huge apartment, and Mae immediately went to hug
her father.  I had Sam and Megan stay behind me as we waited for Mae's hug
to end.  She soon stepped back and spoke in Japanese, she said our names
and ages.  Wait, how did I know she said that?  Ah, I guess fast learning
thing also applies to languages.  Hiro Takida turned to us.
   His appearance with a bit puzzling.  He was extremely fit, an extremely
straight back.  He was slightly shorter than myself at about 6'0" and
around 220lbs.  However his face was aged, and wrinkly with thinning Grey
hair a top his head.  he had the body of an athlete but was at least in his
seventies.  I quickly bowed to him.
   "Hello, Mr.  Takida, it is great to meet you." I said in perfect
Japanese.  I guess I picked up a lot from Mae's conversation on the way
over here.
   "You know the common tongue very well, Mr.Vanderbuilt." He said smiling
brightly.
   "Somebody once told me I was a fast learner..." I said returning the
smile, letting him draw his own conclusions.
   "Ah, People tell me the same." He replied, he turned his attention to
Samantha and Megan, "Do you mind terribly if I stole away Danny for a
while?" He asked, switching to English.
   "Not at all," They replied in unison, still in awe of my fluent Japanese
and the breath-taking view in front of them.  His apartment overlooks all
of Tokyo, seeing all of the city with the large mountains as the backdrop,
it was almost hypnotizing.
   "Shall we?" Hiro said, switching back to Japanese.  He extended his hand
and pointed towards his office.
   "Let's" I finished.  We made our way into his office.  It was a
traditional office, wood floors and walls, he had two Kendo sticks hanging
behind him.  We sat down and began to talk.  "You practice Kenjutsu?" I
asked.  He seemed impressed that I knew what it was called.
   "Why I do in fact.  Why?  Does it interest you?  I have found that I
must keep learning new things in order to stay sane.  When you can learn
things in only one day, there is only so many things for one to learn.  I
knew some of my ancestors who had the power to learn quickly could no
longer harness there abilities if not challenged.  A couple words of wisdom
to you Daniel, never stop challenging yourself."
   "I will most certainty keep busy." I said.  "I was actually going to
look for a master here, in both Kenjustu and Iaijutsu.  Would you be
willing to teach me?" I asked, rather surprised at how cool this guy was.
   "Sure!  I have meetings through some of the day but I have no doubt you
and I can carve out some time, as neither of us sleep..." He trailed.
   "Very true.  Tell you what, as thanks for both letting us stay here and
teaching me this art, how about I cook you and yours dinner.  From what I
hear, I am very talented." I said cracking a small smile.
   "It is funny you say that, I herd the same thing.  I know it will be
great!" He said, smiling.  "Now, we will talk more later, go be with your
girlfriend and check out your accommodations, I believe that there are some
perks there you will very much appreciate."
   "Excellent!  I looked forward to seeing them.  Thank you." I said bowing
again.
   "Daniel," He started "I appreciate the bow, but it is not needed for you
and I.  A simple nod will suffice." He finished.  I nodded and headed
towards my room.  I really should call it my wing of the house.  I had a
full living room, bathroom, and two bedrooms in my living space.  Also, a
sound proof room with a grand piano!  Fuck yeah!  The Takida's know how to
treat their guests.  I went into our bedroom and saw Megan unpacking, I
went over to her and slithered my arm around her waist and pulled her close
to me.
   "This place is...  amazing" I whispered into her ear.
   "I know, it is so beautiful.  A girl could get used to this new life,
Danny.  Traveling the world like college students, but just with a bit
more, style.  And by style, I mean money." She said laughing.  She then
took me in for a deep kiss.  We both got unpacked and I went to go and get
Samantha, who was in the next room.  I think it is important to spend some
time with her one on one.
   "Hey Samantha," I knocked on the door and came in to see her sitting on
the bed playing a game on her phone.  "Wanna go out and do some grocery
shopping?  I am dying to go and get a drink, too." I said..
   "Um...  Sure!  Let me get dressed.  Is anyone else going with us?"
Samantha replied.
   "No, just you and I.  We haven't talked much since I got back." I smiled
and left her to get dressed.  I went and informed Megan as to where we were
going and when we will be back.  She was worried, worried about the
assassins and my safety.  To put her mind at ease, I took a few guards with
us.  This was for her peace of mind and for Sam's benefit.  I was confident
that with the training I have had that I could fend of a would-be-assassin.
It defiantly wouldn't be easy, but it wouldn't be impossible.  I pulled on
some jeans and a tee shirt, the proceeded to wait twenty minutes till Sam
was ready.  I took Hiro's words to heart about staying challenged.  In my
downtime I played chess with Vitur, or I worked on complex algebraic
geometry, just to challenge myself.  Just as Samantha entered I had an
idea.
   'Vitur, drop me into a dream, gimme five minutes within a second of real
time.' I said, instantly, I was back in Boston, in the study.
   'What's so important?' Vitur asked.
   'This.' I said, writing down a diagram 'If my ring can change its color,
and shape, to a certain degree.  Could I make an Rohdum-alloy that can
change its form?  So I could wear it as a necklace and convert it into a
sword?' Vitur, a computer, was stunned by the idea.
   'I...' He paused and looked back to my diagram 'I think that might work.
We would need to do more research, we would also need to find another metal
that would work as some sort of catalyst to the Rohdum to cause the
physical change.'
   'Good, we'll look into it more tonight.  This could be really good!' I
said happily.  Just like that, there life resumed and Samantha kept walking
towards me.
   "Ready to go bro?" She asked, two guards right behind her.
   I extended my hand "Lead the way." We emerged on the street and headed
towards a close grocery store to pick up some food.  I had a list written
down, so I took the opportunity to have same and one guard go and get some
stuff, and the other guard and I went to get the rest.  They got some weird
stuff in Japan, but also some very good looking things!  I am very happy to
be cooking for Hiro and with my knifes of all knifes!
   After we all met at a designated location and paid for our stuff, we
bowed out and made a b-line for the nearest bar.  I wanted a drink and a
nice chat!  We arrived to the bar and ordered a few beers for all of us,
guards included.  No Sake for them though!  We started to talk as our beers
were being poured.
   "So sis, now that you have enough money to live the rest of your days
have your plans changed?" I asked.
   "Yeah, actually had been doing a lot of thinking about that.  I still
want to work, but I don't know in what field.  I have always loved
traveling, but I want a purpose, you know?" She finished.
   "Defiantly," I paused to sip my beer, "I feel like that a lot nowadays.
But I think that with time you will find something.  What are your
hobbies?" I asked.
   "Well, I haven't told many people this before, but I like to invent
things.  Like electronics and computers...  Is that something I could do?"
She asked.
   "Fuck yeah!" I shouted "In fact, I think that if you invented something
people need than that could be a very good business.  Tell you what, I will
give you money towards this.  We will go in half and half to get you a
workshop that you can create what you want in.  Then, when you have your
product, I will put forward more capital.  What do you say?" I asked.  The
answer was apparent by the large and enveloping hug she gave me.
   "Where will my base of operations be located?" She asked.
   "If you could choose one place to live where would it be?" I questioned.
   "Budapest!  I would love to move to Budapest.  Would you come and visit
me?  I feel like now that we just came together, in multiple ways I don't
want to loose that connection we formed." She confessed.  It seemed like
she thinks I would forget about her.
   "Of course I will come and see you!" I brought her in for a hug.  "How
about this.  You stay in Japan with us, and then one of our next stops will
be Budapest.  We can stay there for a week and help you get settled.  Then
we can also find a work-space for you.  Okay?"
   "That will be so cool!" She shouted with joy.
   We finished our beer and took a shot of Sake for good measure.  We
headed back to the apartment.  Upon walking into my room I saw Megan on the
bed.  I jumped onto the bed next to her and she snuggled up next to me.  As
I slowly stroked her hair, I told her about Samantha's plan, she loved the
idea and fully embraces it.  We started to talk about Aldrich, the
assassins, everything.  Throughout the whole time, she just said that it
would figure itself out.  She grounds me, gods, I've said it, and I'll say
it again:
   I love that women.
   to be continued....
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