Strange Attractor

"You ready yet?"
       "Shut the fuck up."
       "If you don't get a move on we'll lose half the night!"
       Sengoku Syunsuke (the Third) ran the comb through his hair one last time, grabbed his jacket, disabled the security systems with an ease borne of long practise, and slammed out of the penthouse. Minutes later, driving far too fast in a sportster 'borrowed' from his father and with Henry Takenada beside him taking potshots at the windows of the buildings with an old-fashioned firearm as they roared past, he accessed the police radio frequency, grinning at the information being broadcast.
       "... riot in progress. All available riot police report in..."
       Takenada laughed.
       "Great! They'll be too busy to worry about us! What you wanna hit first?"
       "Liquor store. Then that new leatherware place downtown."
       Takenada nodded. "Wanna pick up a couple hookers while we're there?"
       Sengoku grinned. "Why not? Haven't got laid in a couple of days. Then - the club!"
       It looked like being a fine fun night...

"This is so boring!! Remind me why we're here again?"
       Sakura sighed.
       "You have no sense of tradition..."
       Helena snorted quietly.
       "When the hell am I ever going to need to perform the tea ceremony, for god's sake? And as for this..." she raised a kimono-clad arm. "Every time I turn around I knock something over!"
       "You'll never pass for Japanese, that's for sure!" Sakura grinned, then ducked her head as the tutor glared in their direction.
       Helena smiled innocently and resigned herself to an afternoon of boredom.

"You want some sushi?"
       Helena shook her head absently, her eyes not leaving the screen where one of the news channels was running a short report on young criminals.
       "I'd prefer a burger... Hey! Look, it's dad!"
       Sakura leaned over the couch and peered at her roommate's little monitor. The screen showed two police officers arresting a youth. As they dragged him around to face the camera Helena whistled.
       "Oh, he's cute!"
       As if he'd heard her, the young man grinned cockily from the screen - much to the annoyance of the grim-faced officers. Sakura giggled.
       "Yeah, he is. Rich too."
       "You know him?"
       "Sengoku Syunsuke, third of the name. Daddy's the owner and CEO of the Nikkoyama Corporation."
       Helena's eyes widened.
       "The computer multi-national?"
       "Biggest in the world." Sakura nodded. "Hardware, software and liveware suppliers to the military, business, government: you name it, they do it."
       "Wow." Helena paused the picture and peered more closely, then smiled. "That kind of cute I could live with."
       "You and half the other girls in Japan! He's trouble though."
       "Oh?"
       Sakura inclined her head, frowning thoughtfully.
       "Perhaps I should say, always in trouble. Not exactly your wholesome boy next door. This must be the - what? fifth? - time he's been arrested. Have they said what for this time?"
       "Breaking and entering, theft, speeding, unlawful use of firearms, resisting arrest."
       Sakura nodded.
       "Pretty much the usual, then. Daddy always bails him out, of course."
       "I want to meet him."
       "Are you kidding!? Your father would have a fit!"
       "He doesn't need to know about it."
       "You think you can get to meet Sengoku-san and not have everyone find out about it? You don't get much privacy when you're that famous."
       Helena frowned: Sakura was right. Someone that important would have minders, at least, and no doubt the various press agencies would take an unhealthy interest in his movements...
       Still, he obviously was able to get around undetected - otherwise how could he have been arrested so many times? And on that subject...
       Helena seated herself at her computer and, using her father's security codes, accessed the central police database, firmly squashing the twinge of guilt she felt. It wasn't like she did it very often, and her father used the database a lot, she knew. The only danger was if he was using it when she logged on: it might be a bit difficult to explain why her father was using the database from two different locations at the same time. Still, it hadn't happened yet, and might never happen if she used the database sparingly.
       Seconds later she had what she was looking for: full details of Sengoku's criminal record. Sakura hung over her shoulder.
       "What you looking for?"
       "Seeing if there are any similarities between the arrest records... Hm. They all happened downtown. Where can I find a large scale map of Oedo?"
       Sakura's small fingers tapped an address into the keyboard and a minutely detailed map appeared on the large screen. Helena scrolled to downtown, noting the places where Sengoku had been picked up. They were all in one small area - an area with some sort of nightclub at its heart.
       "Sakura, do you know this place?"
       Helena pointed to the club. Her roommate squinted at it, then grinned.
       "Sure do! That's the Kujaku Klub. Not that I've ever been there, of course." she added hastily. "But I've heard it's amazing. All the beautiful people go there."
       "Think he goes there?"
       "Wouldn't be surprised. It's the sort of place he'd want to be seen at."
       "Do you need to be a member?"
       Sakura frowned.
       "I don't know. I wouldn't be surprised."
       Helena smirked and hacked into the member list of the Kujaku Klub: sure enough, Sengoku's name was there. She turned to Sakura, grinning.
       "How'd you fancy a night out?"
       Sakura's jaw dropped.
       "What!! Don't be stupid! Even if we could get permission to go out for an evening, we wouldn't be allowed there!"
       Helena's eyes twinkled.
       "Who said anything about asking for permission?..."

Sengoku slouched before his father's desk. Sengoku Syunsuke (the Second), a big bull of a man with the same dark good looks as his son, was speaking in a conciliatory tone to the police officers who'd brought his oldest offspring home...
       Sengoku senior did not like having to mollify the police. As head of one of the largest corporation on earth he felt such behaviour was beneath him. However, it was either that or see his only son and heir in jail...
       "Hai, Hasegawa-san. I do realise that this behaviour cannot be allowed to continue. I appreciate he is a disgrace to the family name, and I shall do everything in my power to make sure it does not happen again."
       "If it does, I'll personally make sure he spends time in prison. Do I make myself clear?"
       "Indeed, sir."
       Sengoku senior waited until the officers had left - then rounded on his son and knocked him off his feet.
       "Worthless little rat! What have you to say for yourself?"
       Sengoku wiped blood from his split lip and glowered up at his father, but remained silent. By now he knew that anything he said would only enrage the man further.
       "I have given you everything! A fine education - which you saw fit to waste. An allowance bigger than my deputy earns in a year. The freedom to do whatever you want to do. And what thanks do I get?"
       Sengoku senior grabbed his son by the front of his jacket and hauled him upright, flushed and furious face close to the boy's.
       "You are grounded." he hissed. "For a month. And your allowance is suspended for a month. I want no further trouble from you, understand?"
       Sengoku nodded, and his father dropped him to the floor, returning to his desk.
       "Now get out of my sight!"
       "Whatever." the youth muttered under his breath. "You'll pay for that, old man..."
       In fact that fine education hadn't been entirely wasted: Sengoku junior had learned a few things. He knew, for example, how to hack into his father's many bank accounts and siphon off money - so the lack of an allowance didn't bother him. He was also adept at falsifying access and security records: no one would be able to tell that he wasn't in his own penthouse if - when - he decided to leave for a while.
       He hadn't yet realised that he could put his skills to use in a much larger arena - that was still to come.

Helena had forged ID cards for herself and Sakura, which would allow them entry into the Kujaku Klub, and added their IDs to the list of members held on the Kujaku's system. She found a couple of blind spots in the school's security systems, and memorised them so getting in and out would pose no problems. The pair had also ordered themselves a couple of sexy little numbers from an online fashion outlet. Now all they had to do was choose a time.
       It seemed, from the police records, that Sengoku visited downtown every two weeks, on a Friday or Saturday night, and sometimes both.
       "What d'you think? Friday or Saturday?"
       Helena grinned, eyes twinkling.
       "Why not both?"
       Sakura shook her head.
       "Too dangerous. I don't want to get into trouble."
       "Wimp. I mean, what can they do? Expel us?"
       "Well, that won't do you much good, will it, if you're still determined to join the police."
       "It shows initiative and a willingness to take risks."
       Sakura sighed, scowling.
       "I'll come with you on the Friday. If you want to go back on Saturday, you'll be on your own."
       Helena smirked.
       "Aww, c'mon. It'll be fun."
       "No! Just Friday! And if you argue I won't come at all."
       Helena shut up.

"Will you be quiet!" hissed Helena as Sakura tripped over the step.

       "...sorry.... not my fault, it's so dark..."
       They'd reached the girls' washrooms on the ground floor, the only place they could open - and squeeze out of - a window without setting off all the primary alarms in the building. Sliding quickly into low-cut, tight black catsuit (in Helena's case) and rich blue mini-skirt and waistcoat (in Sakura's) the two wriggled out of the tiny window, leaving their nightclothes in tidy piles hidden behind two cisterns, ready for them to change back into on their return. Once outside they ran as quickly as they could to the exit, keeping to the shadows as far as possible.
       "Now what?" panted Sakura as they huddled in the alcove on the outside of the gate.
       "Now," replied her roommate, pulling a small, slender mobile phone from the small spangled leather pouch at her hip, "we call for a cab..."
       Half an hour later they were inside the club and Sakura was complaining of a headache. Helena sympathised: the music was so loud it couldn't really be recognised as music, just as a brain-mangling noise.
       He didn't come.
       Four hours later, in a foul mood, Helena gave up and followed the relieved Sakura (who'd wanted to leave three hours ago) from the club.

"I'm going back again tomorrow."
       Sakura sighed, wriggling back into her nightclothes.
       "I told you - I'm not coming with you."
       Helena grinned in the darkness.
       "Then I'll go alone..."

Henry Takenada had also been grounded - and not having such a wealthy father, had no choice but to put up with it. His angry face scowled at Sengoku from the vidphone.
       "Bastard's told me he'll enrol me in the military if I get into any more trouble."
       Sengoku grinned.
       "Tough... Well, better be a good little boy for a while then."
       "What about you?"
       Sengoku smirked.
       "If he thinks he can order me about, he can fucking think again..."

Saturday night, and he could feel the beat from the club well before he reached it. The street outside was teeming with kids trying to bribe, blackmail or seduce the gorillas on the door into letting them inside. To no avail, of course - though it didn't stop them taking what was offered.
       Sengoku grinned. It was sooo good being him. Good-looking, rich, sexy as hell... He sauntered through the entrance, waving a hand languidly as the guards saluted him respectfully.
       Once through the double inner doors he paused on the raised glass-floored catwalk that circled the club proper, gazing through the light-splashed gloom to see what was on offer tonight, but at that moment the beat changed to something he half-recognised as a very popular fast and frantic number always accompanied by violent strobe effects. Knowing he'd be able to see nothing much of anything until the music changed, he made his way - carefully - down the spiral steps and to the bar.

As the song ended and the lights returned to something approaching normal - well, normal for the club anyway, which in this instance meant a mix of ultraviolet and deep blue - he found himself standing next to the sexiest piece of ass he'd ever seen. A froth of pure white hair to the waist, almost electric blue in the light, the hand holding the glass slim and white with wickedly long crimson nails... Oh, even from the back she was really hot! Sengoku ran a hand down the red-leather-clad back to the tight little buttocks, cupping and squeezing the firm flesh.
       "Hello cute thing. Want some fun?"
       The figure turned slowly to him, ruby eyes cool under the long white fringe, gazing up and down his body with a calculating and disdainful expression.
       "You couldn't afford me."
       Sengoku yanked his hand away as though he been burned, wiping it furiously against his thigh.
       "Fuck! You're..."
       "Well out of your reach."
       "Friend of yours, Benten?" The tall blond laid a proprietary hand on the young man's shoulder, his cool blue eyes regarding Sengoku curiously. The albino raised an eyebrow.
       "Hardly."
       "Pity. He's pretty, in a rough sort of way. He could have joined the party..."
       Sengoku was gaping, too flustered to object, and before he could recover his poise a young woman, the blond's sister, going by the similarity in looks, joined them, yawning her boredom.
       "OK - enough slumming. I'm ready for some action." One slim hand stroked gently down Benten's body to rest at his crotch, kneading slightly, her eyes meeting her brother's. "Are you ready too?"
       "Oh, I'd say that's a definite yes." the blond chuckled. "Benten?"
       White hair slid across red leather as the albino turned his head.
       "Indeed."
       The girl took both their hands and pulled.
       "Come on then!"
       As the gorgeous trio left the club, Sengoku watched them, feeling his groin tighten at the sight of those long, long legs in thigh-length, high-heeled red leather boots... He mentally slapped himself.
       "Fuckin' perverts..."
       A cool voice murmured in his ear.
       "Hmm. Tell me, are pretty young men to your taste?"
       An angry denial on his lips, Sengoku swivelled to reply - only to be brought up short by a pair of the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, bright, large, fringed by long lashes. And a mouth just begging to be kissed. And a shining mane of pure blonde hair. He frowned slightly, running his eyes down the luscious body, pausing for a moment on a pair of mouthwatering young breasts. He glanced back up, brows drawn together suspiciously.
       "You a girl?"
       She raised an amused eyebrow, smiling faintly.
       "Last time I looked..."
       He grinned widely.
       "I'm Sengoku. But you can call me Tengoku, sweet thing."
       The blonde crossed her arms over her shapely breasts and gazed the youth up and down.
       "I'd have thought Jigoku was more like it!"
       Sengoku smirked.
       "Whichever way you like it, honey..."
       "I'm not sure I want it either way."
       "Aww, come now. How can you know if you don't give it a try?"
       She gave him another appraising look, liking what she saw but seeing no reason to let him know it. Yet, anyway. He stroked her cheek gently.
       "So, what d'you say, uh...?"
       "Helena." she supplied.
       "Nice name. Helena what?"
       Suddenly realising that telling him her real name was probably a really bad idea, she hesitated momentarily, then smiled, her eyes twinkling.
       "Helena Troy."

Sengoku danced well. Actually, that was a bit of an understatement - he danced really well. So did Helena. The pair of them attracted quite a lot of admiring stares as they commandeered their own section of the tiny dancefloor. Helena was practically purring under all the attention by the time Sengoku grabbed her hand and led her back to the bar, glowering at a brightly dressed youngster until he gave up his stool to the young woman. Sengoku gave the server some sort of hand signal, and moments later two tall glasses of something sparkling and very expensive were placed before the pair. Sengoku raised his glass.
       "Kanpai, beautiful lady..."
       Helena took a sip, rolling the liquor over her tongue appreciatively.
       "You buy this for all your conquests?"
       He smirked.
       "Only the special ones."
       She nodded.
       "I see. So I'm a conquest, am I?"
       He lifted her free hand to his lips, kissing her fingers then sliding his tongue lightly underneath to brush against her palm. He peered up at her from under the thick lock of jet black hair falling across his forehead.
       "Tasty.... Would you like to be?"
       She gazed at him, eyes half-closed.
       Would she? Would she hell!

He set the car on auto-pilot on the way back to the building that housed his penthouse, then turned to Helena, reaching out to stroke her face surprisingly gently.
       "Who are you, really?"
       She smirked at him, full lips curving upwards - and he leaned in and kissed her, one hand sliding down her neck to rest on the upper curve of her breast.
       She shivered delightedly, and pulled back a little.
       "Mmm..."
       He watched her face as his hand moved lower, stroking down the outside of her breast, thumb stretching to brush across the nipple. She gasped, sudden weakness making her glad she was sitting down. Sengoku grinned, predatorily - and pulled his hand away.
       Helena pouted, and he chuckled, a low, throaty sound, full of promise.
       "We're nearly there..."
       The car pulled itself into an underground garage, and moments later the pair were in the glass-walled elevator, speeding smoothly up the outside of the exclusive apartment building. Helena watched - somewhat breathlessly as Sengoku was running his hands slowly up and down her back, giving her buttocks a little squeeze every now and then, from behind - as they soared smoothly into the sky.
       Soft lights dimmed up automatically as they entered, Sengoku ushering Helena into a spacious, luxurious room with a magnificent view out over the city. She turned to him, hiding her awe and a sudden spike of jealousy, and inclined her head coolly.
       "Nice place..."
       He raised an eyebrow.
       "Like to see the bedroom?"
       "Later, perhaps."
       His face fell fractionally, then he smiled again.
       "So, can I get you a drink? Something to eat?"
       "Thank you, that would be nice."
       "Champagne?"
       "Mm, please..." She smiled at him. "And paté, if you have any."
       He blinked, then frowned.
       "I don't know... I'll check... Make yourself comfortable!"
       He disappeared into what Helena assumed was the kitchen, and she took the opportunity to glance quickly into the other rooms. Enormous, luxurious bathroom with a deep, king-sized tub: a well-equipped office with all the latest hardware, which, however, looked somehow unused: and finally the bedroom. Pretty much as she'd anticipated - ankle-deep carpet, huge bed, one wall and the ceiling mirrored... A playboy's paradise.
       "There's wild boar with truffles and duck with apricots. Should be the real thing, too, given how much it cost..."
       She glanced back over her shoulder to see Sengoku, loaded tray in his hands, shouldering his way through the kitchen door. He paused, smirking, then prowled to her side, purring into her ear:
       "Shall we eat in bed?"
       She brushed her lips across his cheek.
       "I think I'd like that..."

She had to give him credit for style! Before he even made a move towards her he'd lain the tray down near the bed, set the audio system going - something deep and smooth and seductive - and muted the lights: a beautiful gentle golden glow filled the room from the city lights outside, highlighting the rich wood and glass of the bedroom fittings, sleeking across the black satin of the bedding. He poured two glasses of champagne, then turned to Helena, handing one to her and raising his own.
       "To a beautiful woman."
       She smiled and returned the toast.
       "To a charming man..."
       He chuckled and put the glass down, reaching for her.
       "To business...."
       She bit back a giggle, placed her own glass beside his and moulded herself against him as strong hands found the fastener to the catsuit, pulling it completely down then sliding inside, cupping her ass and kneading lightly. Not to be outdone, she slid her hands under his waistband and over his buttocks, relishing the feel of firm muscle under her fingers... He moaned, very lightly, and buried his face in her neck, licking and nipping at her throat, the hardness at his groin pressing low into her belly. She squirmed against him, eliciting a gasp.
       "Little sl... tease..."
       As he peeled the catsuit slowly down her frame, she moved her fingers around to the front of his body, unlacing the fastening of his trousers with some difficulty, the leather very tight over his straining erection. She leaned against him, kissing him, and he groaned and pushed her slightly away, dragging off his leather vest and pulling her catsuit down to her feet: as she stepped out of it he moved back, running wide, appreciative eyes over her body.
       "You... You're..."
       "A natural blonde?"
       He chuckled, almost soundlessly, reaching out to run both hands almost reverently down her torso, lingering over her nipples, scratching lightly at her shapely hips, stroking the thick, soft, pale hair at her groin as she shivered and closed her eyes, head rolling back.
       "Perhaps we should get horizontal?"
       "Best idea you've had yet." she breathed, reaching for his waistband...

He was, she thought, distantly, before his lips closed around one nipple and started sucking hard, very well built. This was probably going to be a little painful...
       But he was considerate, if a little hurried, his fingers teasing her, fondling soft folds of flesh, pressing down on her clit, sparking heat deep in her groin, two fingers sliding into her, stroking at her juicy wetness.
       By the time he thrust his cock into her she hardly noticed the pain, too absorbed in the jolts of pleasure he was pulling from her body to care... She wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping, biting at his neck and shoulders as he rammed deeply into her, balls slapping soundlessly against her ass - then he rolled them onto their side and reached a hand between their bodies to her breast, rolling the nipple firmly between his fingers...

       She shrieked and came, and seconds later so did he, his body tight, quivering as he pulsed inside her, his teeth clenched and fingers digging into her back.
       Long, long moments later he collapsed, panting, against her, sliding from her as he slackened, come trickling stickily down her thigh as they fought to catch their breath.
       "Oh... god..." he panted, gazing at her through thick black lashes. "You're... fabulous..."
       She smirked and kissed him. It didn't seem the best moment to tell him he was her first...

Sengoku lay back against the heaped pillows, regarding Helena speculatively as she sipped champagne and nibbled at paté-laden crispbread, trying not to get crumbs in the bed.
       "Do you have plans for tomorrow - I mean, later today?"
       Helena glanced at the discreet little LED display on the low bedside table and gulped. 3 a.m? She was going to be in so much trouble....
       She glanced at Sengoku.
       Then at the paté. Wondering if he might be interested in smearing it over her nipples and eating it that way. Wondering what it might taste like, licked from his cock. Wondering what it would be like to fuck in that big, deep bath...
       She smiled brilliantly, shaking her head.
       "No, no plans. I'm all yours..."

© 2002 March 4^th Joules Taylor



For Valkyrie

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Kujaku - Japanese for 'peacock'.
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Tengoku - Japanese for 'Heaven'.
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Jigoku - Japanese for 'Hell'.
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Sorry folks - I've been itching to use that one for years!!
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