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Kunoichi: Working Girl Blues

Synne City Super Heroines in Peril Non Canon Short Story

By JK Waylon

Brown eyes narrowed behind a black mask. The Eurasian beauty seethed as she stared across the street at the Tenderloin’s newest sensation, the House of the Rising Sun. The brothel specialized in Asian women. Each and every one of those poor girls was a sex slave bought by the Daul Family from human traffickers.

“So insulting to me as a woman, but especially as an Asian woman.”

She wanted to go in there and rip the place apart. But other super heroines had already tried that, and now word on the street was the brothel’s manager installed an insidious trap for the next super heroine to try it. He installed an emergency system that would fill the entire brothel with the super-powered aphrodisiac Ultra Bliss in five seconds flat.

“Entering that place is a one way trip for any super heroine now,” she muttered.

Kunoichi looked down at her costume. Almost everything was black: mask, choker, double-slitted wrap dress, and thigh boots. Her opera gloves were gold, with black steel bracers over them, and her leather cincher was gold as well. Golden butterflies decorated her choker, bracers, and skirts. Kunoichi quirked a brow, a tiny smile stretching full red lips.

“But I don’t have to go in as a super heroine.”

She’d been thinking about it for over a week. A lone woman, especially an Asian woman, couldn’t just walk in there and expected to walk back out. Kunoichi’s research said only about three-quarters of the available rooms were occupied, so the brothel had slots they were more than eager to fill. But, an Asian man, say a sex tourist, could go inside without anyone giving him a second look.

And I’m really good at disguises. Kunoichi lifted up and flew away. She glanced back. It’ll be packed Saturday night. I’ll go in then for my first scouting mission.

~**~**~

Saturday night, 11:00 PM…

Kyoko stood in her bathroom, in nothing but a pair of white cotton thongs. She carefully, tightly wrapped a long cloth around her upper body to flatten her large breasts. A wry smile spread across her lovely face. She wanted to enhance the appeal of her chest ninety-nine percent of the time, artfully using clothes and foundation wear. It felt wrong to do the opposite, and try to look like a man.

It took several attempts, but she finally got the wrap to flatten her enough that a business suit could hide the rest. Then the Eurasian beauty went to work on her long, luxurious mane of dark brown hair. She twisted, turned, pressed, and otherwise did everything she could to get her hair as close to her scalp as possible. Then she put on the male wig, with medium length black hair. It was a style common enough in Asian to go unnoticed. She still thought it made her head look too large, but that wasn’t her biggest problem.

“Maybe I need a mustache,” she muttered after glancing into the mirror. Her youthful, makeup-free face looked more like a teenage boy than a grown man. And, if she was honest, she still looked like a girl dressed up as a man. “Maybe a mustache and beard.”

She had everything she could possibly need. Starting with just a thin mustache, she frowned into the mirror. Not good enough. She looked like a girl with a fake mustache.

“Sometimes it sucks being so ultra feminine,” she said, then flushed red and giggled. “I’m glad no one can hear me.”

Kyoko glued on a beard. Not too scruffy, but enough to break up her feminine features.

“It’s nighttime, and the lighting inside is supposed to be kind of dim,” she said. “So, good enough.”

Just thinking about what she planned made her stomach clench. She would be going in depowered. Since her Object of Power was a black steel choker, rather distinctive with the golden butterfly etched on the front, she couldn’t take it with her, much less wear it while in disguise and undercover.

If I’m caught…

Kyoko pulled on black dress socks, a pair of charcoal gray slacks, and finally pulled on a white, short sleeved button down shirt. A blue clip-on tie and sports jacket finished out her outfight.

The Japanese-American picked up her special eyeglasses – her spyglasses. She accessed her phone and pulled up the app. Then she turned on the glasses and video appeared on her phone.

“Testing. One, two, three,” she said. “Testing.”

She stopped the recording and hit playback. The audio and video came up perfect. Kyoko deleted that file, and put the black, horn-rimmed glasses in her jacket’s inside pocket. She headed out the door, being careful none of her neighbors in the condo building saw her.

The disguised heroine jumped in her late model Mustang and drove straight over to the Tenderloin. She found street parking as close to the House of the Rising Sun as possible. Then she took her character to heart, and slowly strolled up the street toward her destination two blocks away. She looked each and every hooker over with interest, but never spoke to any of them and moved on quickly. The streets and sidewalks of the Tenderloin were packed with horny humanity that Saturday night, so no one paid her any attention. Just another foreign tourist looking for some hot, nasty pussy in the world’s most notorious red light district.

Large, fierce looking bouncers stood outside the House of the Rising Sun. The horny men just ignored them, but Kyoko found it difficult. Then one of the bouncers did a double take on her, eyes narrowing. Did he notice something amiss? Panic started to rise within, but then his attention was pulled away by a minor fender bender right in front of the brothel.

Kyoko took the opportunity to hurry inside.

That was close, she thought, panting lightly.

Feminine laughter and giggles drew her attention left, then right. There were upscale looking lounges and bars on the ground floor. She spotted beautiful Asian women in cheongsam gowns and mini-dresses, all silky and cut in an overly sexual manner. Every one of them was drinking with very interested men, trying to lure them upstairs to their rooms.

Those girls would see through her disguise too fast and easily, so Kyoko headed up the wide stairs. She put on the camera-glasses and covertly activated the audio-video record app as she went. Kyoko found a large, bored looking bouncer at the top of the stairs when she reached the second floor. He was more interested in his phone than his job protecting the working girls.

Actually, his job is probably just to ensure they don’t escape down the stairs.

Kyoko moved to the middle of the wide hallway as she walked between the open and closed doors. Most of the rooms had a stool out next to the door, with a hot Asian girl sitting on it in lingerie and heels. A few wore bra and thongs. Men were flirting with them, asking about prices. She overheard one man ask a blonde Vietnamese girl if she did anal. She did, but it cost extra. Yeah, he quickly followed her inside and closed the door.

About halfway down the floor, she felt a twinge in her sex. Why was her pussy getting hot and wet while she looked on that horror? Women in bondage, forced to serve men in the most basic way just did not arouse her. And then she realized.

Ultra Bliss!

Kyoko froze, heart hammering. She felt like such a fool. Of course there was Ultra Bliss being pumped into the air within a brothel. Especially within a Daul Family whore house. The Daul Family was the only manufacturer of Ultra Bliss, so they would use it at every opportunity. But after a few minutes, she realized it was being introduced in very small amounts. Just enough to get the johns horny enough to pay for sex.

She gritted her teeth. Amazons were more susceptible to such drugs than regular people. So it would drive her crazy a lot faster and deeper given enough time. That meant her time in the brothel was severely limited.

She shook her head, stomach queasy, as she continued. Then she went up to the third floor, and found it the same as the previous floor. Lots of horny men, with just a few waiting Asian girls eager to please. For a fee. So she continued up, walking each floor, before reaching the top floor. The sixth floor only had four girls working, all Koreans in red, yellow, blue, and black teddies and heels.

Time to get out of here.

Noticing a blinking green light in a corner, she stopped to study it a second. First she ensured the bouncer wasn’t paying attention, then she moved up to it and squinted. And then it buzzed softly, and sprayed something cold in her face. The scent of roses filled her nostrils.

Kyoko froze, unable to breathe, insides on fire. That was the Ultra Bliss injector!

It wasn’t enough of that powerful aphrodisiac to cause instant climax, but it took all of her will power to hold it at bay. As it stood, she could barely think straight. She panted, all hot and sweaty. So horny. So damned horny!

I have to get out now!

Screams erupted in one of the rooms. The bouncer charged over, and then went inside. Kyoko saw her chance. The elevator doors stood open. Waiting. Maybe her last chance.

Moving quickly, she made it halfway before the fight inside the room came crashing out. And rolled over her. A knee or an elbow struck her in the temple, knocking off her wig.

Groaning, more horny than hurt, she rolled to her knees and shook her head. The blow to the head also knocked her bound up hair loose, and those dark silky locks flowed down over her shoulders, down her back.

More bouncers came rushing up the stairs to help. Kyoko was past the fight, close to the still open elevator. She stumbled toward it, all of her attention focused on reaching her goal. Then a john blocked her way.

“Hey, you’re a girl,” he said. From the look in his eyes, she could tell he’d been in that bliss-saturated air too long as well. He reached out and yanked off her beard, then her mustache. All she could do was gawk up at him. “Very pretty. Hey! You’re that TV reporter girl.”

“Shhh,” she said. He pushed her against the wall, pressing his face in close. “What are you doing?”

“Gimme a kiss, sweetheart.”

And he claimed her lips. Kyoko froze, her insides turning into a hot, fluttery mush. She tried to push him away, but he held on tight. Then his hands began to explore, and she felt herself slipping. Her strength faded. Her will to put up a fight vanished, and her body raged with need and desire.

“I’ll give you fifty dollars to fuck me.”

She looked up into his eyes, bliss-fueled sexual obsession burning brightly. Her pussy throbbed with achy need. Kyoko shook her head, but she couldn’t say no to save her life.

“Okay,” she whispered.

And that ended her internal struggles. They quickly stripped each other right there in the hallway. He even got her body-wrap off. Then he buried his face in her tits and motorboated the Eurasian beauty. She giggled and rubbed her tits in his face, even as her hips thrust and thrust, eager to get started.

Before she knew it, Kyoko was on her back in the middle of the hallway, a horny man thrusting into her like a man possessed. Every thrust sent the most amazing sensations rippling through her shapely body. She bucked and writhed, crying out with pleasure and encouragement.

He cried out, flooding her womb with hot seed. That pushed her over the top, and her insides exploded.

“Aaaaggh! Yes. Yes!” Kyoko smiled up at him, bit her lip, and wagged her brows. “Do it again, baby. That was great.”

“I don’t think so,” a large, Middle Eastern looking man said. He yanked the john off Kyoko. “Pay the woman and get out.”

The john quickly threw fifty dollars at Kyoko, snatched up his clothes, and fled into the elevator. She watched him go. Elevator. That sparked a thought. Wasn’t she headed for the elevator? Why?

Thinking was hard with her body still in the afterglow, belly quivering like crazy. Oh, it was so good. Kyoko looked up at the large, burly bouncer.

“You want to fuck me?”

He grinned, reached down, and grabbed a fistful of hair. Kyoko was yanked up to her knees, whereupon the bouncer thrust his dick into her mouth. She immediately forgot how rude and mean he was to her. Nope. All that mattered was that delicious dick in her mouth. The undercover heroine sucked, as she moaned and groaned.

Sluuurp!

“Mmmmmgh.”

The bouncer very quickly flooded her mouth with hot, viscous cum. Kyoko moaned and swallowed, continuing to suck as if nothing special happened. He laughed when she cried out in distress after he pulled his cock out.

“You’re not one of ours,” the bouncer said. “But you’re Asian and pretty, so I guess you are now.”

Kyoko was led over to a room. The stool was pulled out into the hallway, and she was shoved inside. The bouncer made her put on a pink teddy and black pumps. Then she was dragged out and forced to sit on the stool.

“You charge fifty dollars for a suck and fuck,” he said. “Anything more is extra. Haggle. Now get to work, whore.”

Two johns started toward her as the bouncer backed away. Black and white, they were both large and mean looking to her. The scariest looks of lust filled their eyes. The African-American won their race.

“I’m William,” he said, dark eyes locked on her tits. “What’s your name, sweet tits?”

“Sweet Tits,” she said with more sneer than she wanted.

“I thought so,” he said. “How much for a date?”

“Fifty.”

“I’ll give you – ”

“Are you willing to pay fifty for a date,” she asked the white guy hanging back.

As much as she hated being whored off, she wasn’t going to let some jackass turn her into the cheapest whore on the street.

“Fine. Fifty,” William said.

Rubbing her ruby red lips together, Kyoko nodded, cringed, and slipped off the stool. She led William into her room, and then over to the bed. He handed her fifty dollars, and promptly copped a feel. Gave her tits firm, kind of painful, squeezes. She allowed it for a moment, then directed him to undress.

It was easy getting out of her too tight teddy, and a little of a relief. Kyoko got William laid out naked on the bed, and then went down on his erection. As a super heroine, she knew too much about how prostitution worked. She knew what was expected of her.

Bobbing her head, full red lips sealed around his big black cock, she sucked, moaned, and hummed. The humming sent vibrations into his dick, and she prayed it made him come faster. She wanted it over with as fast as possible.

Less than a minutes in, she felt her body changing. Her insides heated up, and her belly got all fluttery and tingly. She understood that was in part due to the Ultra Bliss in the air. But mostly her Amazon genes.

“That’s enough,” William gasped out. “Climb up and ride me, girl.”

Kyoko pulled off his dick with a pop. She swirled her tongue around his dick head, staring into his lusty eyes. Then she slowly straddled the big black man, guided his monster cock to her pussy, and impaled herself.

“Ugggh. Oooooh, fuck me,” she gasped. “This is going to be so hard.”

Kyoko leaned forward, delicate hands splayed on his chest, and started thrusting her hips. She slid up and down his long, thick shaft, profoundly feeling every damned inch of him. She quickly worked his entire length into her, getting him balls deep, and then squeezed her vagina around him so tight that he grunted.

“Yes. Oh, yes,” she gasped out, leaning back to wrap her hands around her long, stiletto heels.

He thrust up into her, as she slid down and ground against his cock. In just moments she felt that rush to climax. Kyoko’s eyes rounded, she bowed up to the max, and screamed when her insides erupted.

“Aaaggggh!”

~**~**~

Brown eyes popped open. Kyoko found herself facedown at the foot of a queen-sized bed. All alone. All she wore was one stiletto pump. The AC chilled her naked skin.

She rolled onto her back, and felt the remnants of a hard night. Her tits ached, but her pussy truly protested. Her eyes scanned the dark room, the only light coming from a TV showing porn, sound muted. No clock to be found.

“What the hell happened to me?”

She sat up, noticing the bathroom up by the door. She hobbled in to empty her overfull bladder, removing the one shoe as she sat there running fingers through long, tousled hair. Something sticky was in her hair in a few places.

“Ewww,” she cried as soon as she realized what it was. Indeed, her whole body was covered in stickiness. Especially between her legs. “Oh my God. They caught me and put me to work!”

Oh, and she worked like a beast, too. Kyoko wasn’t sure if it was the Ultra Bliss, her Amazon Curse, or both combined with way too much sex. But she knew one thing for certain.

“I have to get out of here before…”

The door opened and four bouncers entered.

Fuck. Me.

“There you are,” one of them said. “Come along, girl. Boss wants to see you.”

“I’m sorry, but I’ll have to decline his invitation,” she said, wiping before she stood. “I’m pretty sure I’m already late for work.”

The bouncers laughed. Not a pleasant laugh. Their leader’s eyes narrowed.

“The boss will be discussing your… Employment situation,” he said, a cruel smile claiming his features. Another bouncer threw a black teddy and her other shoe at her. “Get dressed, girl. Or go naked. I don’t care.”

Kyoko stared at him open mouth. When she failed to start dressing, he moved toward her. She cried out as she snatched up the teddy.

“Okay! Give me a second to get dressed,” she cried. She held up the barely there teddy, all lacy and see through. “It’s there something else I could wear? Something with better coverage?”

“No.”

She cleaned up a little, but then slipped on the teddy. It was much too small, so was uber tight around her body. Her boobs literally bulged out of the breast cups. And the nether closure pushed up between her folds, leaving her with major camel toe. Very distressful, but she put on the heels and stood up straight before the lusty looking men.

“I’m ready.”

“Damn, Chuck, she might be the prettiest girl in the building,” another man said. “I think I need a shot of that tight ass.”

“I think we all do,” Chuck said. He grabbed Kyoko’s upper arm. “Come along, girl.”

Kyoko was fast walked to the waiting elevator. She entered bitterly. Memories of the previous night were starting to filter back in. She’d almost reached the elevator, before being intercepted by that blissed out john. Almost got away. Then she remembered all of the men she fucked. For money. And she did it so eagerly, too.

I hate Ultra Bliss so much, she thought.

Of course, Ultra Bliss only remained in the system a short time. That meant the rest was all on her, or more precisely, her Amazon Curse. And then she was reminded just how vulnerable her Amazon libido was to stimulation as the elevator descended, when all four men pressed in around her and ran bold hands all over her body. They had her panting, head spinning, before she was halfway down to the ground floor.

Oh God, they’re not going to just let me go.

The beautiful Eurasian was led by the hand to an office in back. A Daul Family man she recognized sat behind a desk and worked on a computer. Hans Wagner was tall, dark, and handsome, with a rather sexy German accent. He stopped working to look her over with relish.

“You said she was some kind of social warrior,” Hans said. “You never told me she was Action 6 News’ very one Kyoko Anderson.” He leered at her. “I watch you on the TV every weekend. I may or may not jackoff while staring at you.”

“Ewww, that’s too much information,” she said, cringing back against Chuck. “So y’all caught me. Great. I’ll take the “L” and go now.”

“Why did you come here?”

“Hey, can’t a girl go out and buy some pussy without being judged?”

He smiled, then picked up her phone and camera glasses. He demanded she show him the video she shot. Kyoko refused.

“Chuck. Start with her left pinkie,” he said. “Each time she says no, refuses to cooperate, break another finger.” Hans looked at her with cold steel in his gaze. “After all fingers are broken, we’ll start cutting them off.”

“Oh my God! What is wrong with you?” she cried. “It’s just prostitution. Even if I got you in trouble, it’d just be a fine.”

“What is your pin number, Kyoko?”

She looked at him, then at Chuck and the other three men. Without her Object of Power, she was no match for even one of them. Her shoulders slumped, chin dropped.

“My PIN is 7, 9, 1, and 3.”

Hans accessed her phone, and then she had to show him the app she used, and then the video. He deleted it, and she felt a little better. Maybe she’d get out of there after a brutal beatdown. Regretful, but better than the alternative.

At least it isn’t my super heroine phone.

“I want her on the third floor, Room 315,” Hans said.

“What?” she cried. “You have to let me go. I’m an important person in this city. You can’t just – Uggh!”

Chuck’s punch caught her between the shoulder blades. Kyoko collapsed to her knees.

“Mind if we…um…dally with Miss Kyoko for a bit, boss?” Chuck asked.

Hans looked at Kyoko, who stared back in horror as she shook her head adamantly.

“No problem, boys. Knock yourselves out,” he said. Hans grinned at Kyoko. “It will be very bad for you if they don’t have a good time.”

Chuck dragged Kyoko back to her feet, before shoving her at the door. She stumbled, but managed to stay on her feet. The men filed out after her, while she led the way back that they’d come. Exiting the short corridor, she paused and looked both ways. There it was again. The front door. Freedom if she was fast enough, and a lot luckier than she’d been so far.

“Oh hell,” she muttered, and spun into a kick that drove her sharp stiletto heel into Chuck’s knee. He wailed, eyes huge as he bent over to clutch the injury. Her knee came up into his face, snapping his head back. “Take that.”

Kyoko started to turn away and run for the door as Chuck fell back into the other men. Her eyes locked on the pistol stuffed under his belt, so she lunged at him and yanked the pistol away. Then she opened fire, pumping three rounds in the air over the bouncers and sending them scrambling for cover.

Turning, Kyoko took off running for the front door. A man stepped out a side room, so she popped off a shot above his head. She then emptied the magazine shooting all around. The way cleared out the door, and she raced down the street to her car. Reaching it, she realized her key was in the suit she’d worn the night before. So she continued on, vanishing into a dark alley when she heard pursuit coming.

The streets were almost empty that early on a Sunday morning. It made vanishing in the crowd almost impossible. Speed and stealth were her friends now.

They must’ve seen her go into the alley, because the men chasing her grew increasingly closer and closer. Her shoulders tensed, heart racing out of control. Then Kyoko raced out of an alley and spotted a young man nervously looking a pair of hookers over.

“Hey, handsome,” she said, running up to him. “You wanna date with me?”

“M-Maybe. How much?”

“Free, but you’ll have to pay for the room,” she said.

Kyoko grabbed his hand and dragged him into the nearby hooker hotel. She had the guy rent a room for half an hour, while she covertly stared out the window to ensure no one was coming in after her. The manager stared at her suspiciously.

“Fourth floor,” he said. “Room 404.”

She led him into the elevator, and didn’t relax until the doors closed and the car began to rise. She flashed the nervous john a smile, a million scenarios spinning through her head. How long would the Daul men look for her? Did they see her come into that hooker hotel? If so, she was sure the manager would tell them where to find her.

“So, what’s your name?” the guy asked. “I’m David. Dave. You can call me Dave, if you want.”

She smiled. He’s so adorable.

“I’m Annie,” she said. One name was as good as another, as long as it wasn’t her real name.

Kyoko hurried the john into Room 404. She locked the door, then looked out the window. It didn’t take long to spot the Daul men chasing her. They were continuing up the street. She was able to relax a little.

“So, you said this was free, but what if I want something extra?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. He didn’t look kinky.

“How extra?”

“A-Anal.”

“Ooooh, no. No. No,” she said. “Just a suck and fuck. Okay? You still want to do this?”

“I do.”

She grimaced. For a second, she thought she had an out. But she had promised him sex, and he came through. He helped save her from capture. So she told him to strip, while she undressed. Then Kyoko led him by the hand to bed.

Sitting him on the bed, she took a moment to rub her tits all over his upturned face. She let him motorboat her, and even kiss, lick, and suck on her tits and nipples. Finally, she dropped to her knees and went down on him.

“Mmmm, you’re a big boy,” she purred. He wasn’t, but her praise made him fluff up a little more. His dick definite got harder in her hand.

Kyoko sucked him with all the skills she had learned over the years. She got him panting within a few minutes. Any second he could blow, and her responsibility was over. It was in the hooker rule book. First climax ends session, unless the john pays for more.

“Okay, I’m ready,” he said.

She pulled off reluctantly. Kyoko crawled up on the bed and lay back. Dave moved above her, between her legs. He guided his erection straight to her cunt, and thrust in without any preamble.

“Uggh,” she grunted, eyes rolling up and back bowing. He pulled back and thrust in deeper. “Ugggh!”

Soon, he lowered his face into the crook between her neck and shoulders, and started kissing, nibbling, and sucking as his cock continued to rock her world. Her back bowed even more, pussy clenching tighter around him. That sent the most wonder sensation through her body. Moans and other tiny sound bubbled out as he hammered her like a boss. Soon, Kyoko started bucking, gasping, clutching at him. She raked her long nails across his back, over and over. He groaned, and fucked her harder and faster.

“God. God,” she cried, eyes huge. “I’m… Going… To…”

Her insides erupted. Insane pleasure washed through her shapely, oversexed body. She bucked and writhed, and started kissing the side of his head. Kyoko ground her pussy against his cock every time he thrust, desperate to milk him of every ounce of pleasure.

“Oooooooooh,” she sighed as hot cum flooded her womb. He pulled out too soon, and his second and third ejaculations splattered all over her pussy, lower belly, and inner thighs. “Oh, what a mess. What a mess.”

She let Dave use the bathroom first to clean up. He came out, and got dressed while she was cleaning up in the bathroom. When Kyoko came back out, Dave was gone and fifty dollars sat on the table. She stared at the money a long moment.

“Fuck it,” she muttered, and picked up the cash. “It’ll pay for a taxi if I can find one.”

Without her phone, she had no way to call for an Uber or Lift ride.

Putting the black lacy teddy on, she headed out. The busty Eurasian girl went out the back door, mostly to avoid a confrontation with the manager. The alley was clear of scary men and the homeless. She took off in a mile eating stride. Her only thought escape.

~**~**~

After her escape, Kyoko returned home and put together a bug out bag. She put on her Kunoichi costume, and prepared to fly away if anyone showed up at her door. All traces of her dual life were packed in that bag. But no one came a-calling. No threatening phone calls from Hans or Barbara Daul.

She still booked a motel room via the internet under a pseudonym. The motel was just a mile from the Channel 6 studios where she worked. Kyoko worked on a good excuse for why she missed her Sunday morning newscast. The fact she didn’t call in, either, just made it more problematic.

I wonder if the boss will believe me if I said some jerk slipped me a roofie? she thought. No, she’ll just want to use that as a story to showcase the problem, and thus make me the poster child of sexual abuse. Can’t go there.

In costume, she packed enough clothes for a week at work. Then she snuck out and flew to her motel. She had to find a place to change back into Kyoko before checking in, but that gave her a safe place to stay until the next day.

The next morning, Kyoko dressed up like a normal day at work: nice top and pencil skirt, with black pumps and matching purse. She walked the mile to the studio. Everyone froze and stared at her when she entered. Some of them stared open-mouthed, like they were seeing a ghost.

“Hey, Sidney, what going down?”

He looked at her chest, then stared at her mouth a moment. “Oh. Going down. Right. Um, I have to go.”

Kyoko noticed the station manager, Lucy Trevor, in her glass-walled office. The middle-aged woman was on the phone, but waved Kyoko to her. Stomach clenched, she walked toward the office. Time to see if her excuse would fly, and what the consequences of missing a broadcast without a call would be.

It would help if Lucy liked me even a little, she thought.

She heard a woman’s moaning, groaning, gasping while in the throes of sexual pleasure coming out of Brigit Owen’s cubicle as she passed by. Looking in, she found Brigit staring back at her with a smug smile and a sex tape playing on her computer. Then Kyoko realized it was a video secretly taken of her in the House of the Rising Sun.

“What the fuck?” Kyoko gasped out. “Where did you get that?”

“Oh, is that naughty sex tape of you being a hooker still playing on my computer. My bad,” Brigit said. The gorgeous redhead tapped a key, and a different sex tape of Kyoko came up. A video of the Eurasian reporter on her knees and sucking a large dick. “Better?”

Kyoko just looked at her boss, who was just hanging up and glaring back at her. “Oh no.”

“I have a damn good shot at getting your weekend anchor slot,” Brigit said. “So thanks for taking that part time job in the brothel.”

“Part time job?” she repeated. “Oh no.”

Suddenly, Kyoko just wanted to run away. Her face heated up bright red. It took all her will power to put one step in front of the other. But she reached Lucy’s office, passed inside, and closed the door.

“Lucy, something terrible happened to me this weekend…”

“Yeah, yeah, I saw the video tapes,” she snapped. “You humiliated this station. I don’t know if anyone will take our professional journalists seriously now because of your kinky extracurricular activities in the Tenderloin.”

“Nonono, Lucy, you don’t understand,” she cried. “I only went there to secretly film what was going on inside that brothel. It is full of Asian sex slaves.”

“Wow. I’m even more shocked,” Lucy said. “I’ve gone undercover to get a story before, but I didn’t become an actual working hooker to do it. You’re not our kind of reporter, Kyoko.”

“No, I didn’t go in as a… what do you mean not your kind of reporter?”

“You’re fired.”

“What? I wasn’t undercover as a hooker. I was blissed out in the brothel, and then forced into prostitution. I was an actual sex slave.”

“Yet, here you are before me, good as new,” she replied icily. “You look gorgeous and amazing, especially for someone who was forced to have wild kinky sex all weekend in a brothel. Or was it really just you out having your nasty sexual kink satisfied?”

“Nonono, that was me hopped up on Ultra Bliss,” she cried. “I swear. Have you ever been blissed? It’s terrible. And I’m a very professional reporter. Ask anyone here.”

“Well, I’ve overheard a few male staff talking about you. They seemed very excited to learn that you only charge fifty dollars,” Lucy said. “No one is talking about your professionalism, my dear. You’re still fired.”

“But…”

The door opened and two men in suits enter. Two men Kyoko recognized and knew as Kyoko and Kunoichi. Corporal Clarence Hollins and Sergeant Tom Michaels grinned at her. They were not pleasant grins, but victorious grins. It reminded her of her adversarial relationship with both men, and the Vice Department in general.

“Kyoko Anderson, you are under arrest for solicitation and prostitution,” Corporal Hollins said, pulling her up out of the chair. Sergeant Michaels quickly pulled her hands back and snapped handcuffs tightly around her wrists. She immediately groaned and started to struggle against her bindings.

“No. Please. You have to understand. I was forced against my will to work in that brothel,” she cried. “They used Ultra Bliss and sex to force me to do their will. I was a sex slave.”

“Then what are you doing here? Streetwalking?”

“No, I escaped.”

“Yet, you didn’t bother reporting it to the police,” Sergeant Michaels said. “But then real hookers never turn their pimps in for mistreatment. Let’s go, Miss Anderson.”

Handcuffed, escorted by Vice officers, Kyoko lowered her head and started the most humiliating walk of shame she could imagine. Everyone thought she was a hooker. A whore. And no one wanted to hear differently.

Kyoko was placed in the back of a brown, unmarked police car. The Vice cops drove her the few blocks over to the city jail, where they paraded through the halls like Caesar returning from Gaul. The Eurasian girl was taken into a small interrogation room, where the two cops spend the next six hours doing everything short of beating a confession out of her.

Finally, she was taken to be booked. Her mug shot was taken, along with fingerprints. She got her phone call, in which she called a lawyer she knew. She was then forced to strip naked, whereupon a large African-American female officer conducted a full body cavity search. It was a small, bright room, with a mirrored window. A one way window into her humiliation, and Kyoko suspected Hollins and Michaels were watching on the other side. Maybe others were enjoying the peep show. They might even be video recording it. It was the Synne City Police Department’s embattled Vice Department, after all.

A judge didn’t see her until after midnight, setting the bail too high for her to cover. She was taken back to her cell to spend the rest of the night to contemplate how utterly destroyed her life had become. All because of Barbara Daul’s stupid brothel.

The cell door slammed open to awaken Kyoko.

“Get up. You’re bail has been paid,” a jailer said.

Kyoko’s street clothes were returned. Her spirits finally started to lift as she put on the cute top, skirt, and heels. Well-dressed, she felt a hundred times better about her prospects. And then she was led out. Kyoko thought her lawyer bailed her out of jail. No. It was worse.

“There’s your pimp,” the jailer said, copping a feel of her butt. “Have fun, whore.”

Kyoko just stared open-mouthed. Hans Wagner and three large men grinned back at her. Then the big German grabbed her arm and walked Kyoko out to a waiting black SUV. Hans opened the back door and forced her to slide inside, to the middle of the bench seat.

“Barbara Daul?”

“You didn’t think I’d miss this, did you?” Barbara said.

Hans sat on the other side of Kyoko. The ex-reporter just looked back and forth between them, mind in chaos. The worst was definitely not over. The point was proven when they drove straight over to the House of the Rising Sun.

Barbara led the way straight up to Kyoko’s room during the weekend. They forced her inside.

“Strip,” Barbara commanded.

Kyoko moaned, rolled her eyes, but slowly removed her clothes. Then she had to stand at attention before Barbara and Hans. She felt their eyes on her body, evaluation, judging, calculating how much money they would make whoring her out.

Barbara cupped Kyoko’s cheek, forcing the young beauty to look her in the eyes. The mob boss smiled cruelly. She leaned in and kissed Kyoko. A sensual, lingering kiss. Then she bit her lip and smiled.

“I am going to enjoy owning you,” she purred. “Every time a strange man lays atop you, shoving his dirty little dick inside you, I want you to think about all those terrible things you reported about me on the air. That’s the real reason that you are here, and will stay here.”

Barbara kissed her again, and then turned on a heel and strode toward the door.

“Hans, put her to work.”

Hans dressed Kyoko up in a bright yellow teddy, black leather collar, and red patent thigh boots. After she did her hair and makeup, putting on the flashy jewelry they provided, Kyoko went out and sat on her stool. Her first john of the day approached right away.

Her blood ran cold as the ancient man stopped before her, lusty eyes soaking her all in. Oh, he looked excited.

“Wow, you’re beautiful,” he said. “Such big tits. How much?”

She glanced at Hans, watching from fifteen feet away. “Fifty for a suck and fuck.”

“Exactly what I want from you, Kyoko,” he said.

Her eyes widened. “You know my name?”

“Yes. I watch you every weekend in the mornings on Channel 6,” he said. “And I saw an internet add that said you left her TV job to work here. I came right over.”

She just stared at him. Kyoko remembered Lucy mention how the guys at the studio were excited to learn sex with her only cost fifty dollars. So her life was going to be quite busy for a while, and not in a good way.

The End