Diplomacy. (i) "Vanity, thy name is Juzo." Well, that was old English, so it was probably meant as an insult. Still, he could always get revenge on his dearly-beloved antiquity later - assuming he remembered to translate the phrase. Hasegawa turned to a new posture in front of the dressing mirror. His hands worrying at the folds of the sarong, again. "Narcissist !" Yes, that definitely sounded scathing. "I could always go in one of my work suits instead", he yelled back. Uh-huh. Force two raspberry, idea strafed - but not quite blown out of the water. Still, despite some reservations about the ensemble, he found the jacket most acceptable. Pure linen almost unheard of now - in a deep burgundy shade of red. Hasegawa smirked unconsciously. The style was Oceanic-modern, as was the sarong, but the colour gave it a classical air. Definitely one of Melissa's better choices. Hmmm... Maybe they needed to talk about where she'd found the money for this outfit. Either she'd borrowed it from some new fashion exhibition at the centre, or she was robbing banks. The world's vainest police-chief pirouetted for an easier view of his rump, in the glass. He sighed; the jacket was cut to emphasise just those features Melissa wanted on show - and he rather preferred to conceal. Tugging at the hem had done no good, only provoking his baggage into making ominous ripping noises as she passed. There was no way he was going to ruin cloth this expensive, but... And the underwear ! Or rather, what he chose to dignify with the name. Again - Melissa's choice, evil trollop! "I swear ! Everyone wears this style under trendy clothes these days. It prevents the dreaded V.P.L. And if you must wear knickers..." It transpired that the initials translated as "an-unattractive-reminder-of-underclothes-where- only-a-smoothness-of-line-is-aesthetic". She seemed quite winded after the explanation, and swore the original phrase was much briefer. Like the underwear. Ah, but it had been enter- taining getting dressed. Never having worn anything like this type of nether garment before, he'd insisted he needed help getting into it. Which had necessitated getting out of it again, pretty damn quick. A frenetic half-hour later, Hasegawa'd called a halt, otherwise they'd have been late getting ready. He suspected Melissa hadn't shared his enthusiasm for punctuality this time and, no doubt, he'd be made to pay later on. She'd probably try to rape him in a public fountain again... 1. *"Don't scowl at me, Sunshine ! It's not my fault we're wet. You're the one who climbed in there in the first place !" "I was trying to get away from you !" "So how come you pulled me in ? Trying to commit murder were we, Git-face ?" "No. I was hoping it'd cool you off..."* Hasegawa smiled ruefully, ducking her had been a bad move. She'd gotten sulky, then hypothermia, (she claimed), then needed her core body-temperature raising. And he'd nearly scalded his vitals when she upset her cup of herbal tea. Trying to combine too many pleasures at the same time was always a bad idea, as he kept telling her. "Are you not ready yet ? I'd like to remind you that it's traditionally the woman's prerogative to fart-arse around like this !" "Please to be reminded honourable mekake, this is my tradition." He could hear Melissa sighing deeply. However, she had shut up - it was amazing how being particularly formal, and/or extremely polite affected her nag-control centre. He could hear a kettle rattling in the kitchen. "We don't have time for tea. I've arranged with the embassy that their chauffeur will pick us up in fifteen minutes." CLANG ! Oops. Maybe he had better hurry up. Hasegawa gave the jacket one last tug, in the forlorn hope that it would, magically, stretch the hem to a more respectable level. He had to reluctantly conclude that the age of miracles was past. One last check: hair tied up in a severe knot, pleats of sarong straight, jacket free of marks, cosmetics on evenly. All right, they were ready now. "Lissy, what are you doing ? Didn't you hear me say the car would be here soon ?" BOOM ! (ii) "Oh, whey-hey ! Look at this Ju-chan ! A fully stocked mini-bar, and pharmaceutical rack." "Lis ! Did you see the manoeuvre that fucking moron of a driver just made ? That's reckless driving, endangering passenger safety, undue care and attention, moving violation code seven, and noise pollution !" The short wahine looked up from where she was rummaging in the courtesy box. "Did you get the licence plate then ?" The tall, Japanese, male was already dialling out on the car's mobile. So far he'd reported three crimes in progress, and two traffic delinquencies. The chauffeur was really beginning to regret taking this short-cut. She glanced into the monitor, the Dekacho had finished his call, and had turned his attention to his companion. "Are you sure you want a drink so soon ? You'll be doing enough of that at the reception." The wahine narrowed her eyes at him, and the image of a lizard rose - unbidden - to Pele Kaahumanu's mind. "Yes, I want a drink. Do you want a smack on the bum ?" The man looked suitably chastened. "Later, honourable mekake." He moved a little closer to her, and changed the music setting. Something vaguely classical now drifted from the speakers, the wahine looked mollified - the man visibly relaxed. Interesting home-life they must have. Kaahumanu cursed mentally, as the 2. on-board automatics made a jerky correction to avoid a large mobile home that had just cut them up - how come eagle-eyes in the back didn't notice that one, eh ? A big hand waved at her from the side window. Cocky bastard ! If she wasn't on duty she'd have given him a hand gesture to remember ! She'd just heard the Kacho saying that if his honourable... something... was sure, then he'd like a drink as well. Please. Very polite. What was this woman ? His boss, as well as anything else ? No. From the sound of their conversation so far, she was just another random, stroppy, bitch. It was probably easier in the long run to humour her. Kaahumanu risked another look, you sometimes saw people doing the most intimate things back there; they tended to forget the presence of the driver. To most of her passengers she was pretty much hinin anyway - wretched, Japanese, super-elite, scum. With a start, she realised the Kacho was staring straight at the back of her head. *Shit! Eyes on the road wahine, before you lose your job!* And Pele-above help her if he was some kind of psych ! Hasegawa was sure the driver was watching them. Well, it was no doubt part of her job to keep an eye on embassy guests. The car was probably rigged to detect hidden weapons on the passengers, as part of the usual anti-terrorist security hardware, but the human touch was often just as effective to spot software - like unarmed assassins. He sipped the drink Melissa had given him, and winced. In keeping with the Lesser Pacific-rim theme of tonight's function, it was full of fruit juice, and brightly coloured liqueurs. Sickly. He tried to set it - unobtrusively - to one side, in the bracket provided. Melissa noticed anyway. "Sorry, Ju-chan. They just don't have anything plainer in the cabinet." She grinned malicious- ly. "At least I didn't put a dolly-brolly in it for you." "You're so thoughtful." "I do try." By now they'd climbed enough road-levels to see most of Oedo laid out beneath them. This high up a lot of the summer mugginess was cut from the air. Hasegawa was grateful, his impending migraine might give over in slightly fresher conditions. And if the air-conditioning wasn't going full blast, his sinus' wouldn't dry out so quickly. Now, if he just behaved well enough not to disgrace the department, the party might be a success for him. He'd been briefed on the ambassador a long time ago. Aprianda Yati Dwi was noted for his love of wealth, and the high life. He sponsored a Sumo stable, owned several golf-courses, and was reputed to have gambling links to the Yakuza. The super-elite regarded him as the worst sort of social climber; an Indonesian with pretensions, he was - after all - only a, `Little Pacificer'. Melissa may have been the reason he had been chosen - of all the available chiefs - to attend. She was gaikokujin, and was judged to be unlikely to offend, or be offended by, another foreigner. It probably reflected on the standing of the cyber-police, as well. He wasn't the Kacho of a proper squad, just a bunch of fucking criminals. Melissa watched Juzo's brows beetle. Uh-oh. Tropical storm on the horizon, *maybe I should just have let him wear one of his work suits.* She touched the back of his hand lightly. "One day the wind's going to change, and your face will stick like that." He smiled, wanly. *Baaad sign. I haven't even thrown up in a potted plant yet.* "Come on sweets, cheer up. I promise to behave myself. If it's really wretched I'll come down with some horrendous allergic reaction to something, and you'll have to escort me home early. How does that sound ?" "It sounds like you think you might be sick in the shrubbery again." 3. (iii) The embassy hove into view, a little faded - but wearing well for all that. L.E.D.'s had been strung around every available surface and were patterning in time to something, most likely a music track, inaudible at the moment. Advertisements for Indonesian goods were cunningly woven into the light-show, and even a few for Oceanic, Macro/Micronesian, and Polynesian products. "Tasteful." Melissa's tone suggested she found the display anything but. Juzo sighed inwardly, *just don't let there be any marketing people at this bash. For me?* The chauffeur was pulling them up as close to the door as possible, weaving her way around several illuminated bushes, (the benefits of batik), with great care. Kaahumanu was having problems of more than one variety. Normally she had a fair idea of which side of the car to wave the doorman to first. But this seemed to be one of those cases where both the passengers were of equal status. She didn't know for certain if a Kacho out-ranked a Head-Archivist, and this was complicated by their living together. The doorman was darting her anxious glances now, time to make a decision... She risked another peek into the monitor. Ah-ha. Problem - probably - solved. Wahine looks like she could sit there all night, *she's not even finished her drink*, and man looks twitchy. Get him out first. Melissa was still licking the sugar frosting from the rim of her glass, as Hasegawa almost leapt from the car. She replaced the used utensil in the courtesy box, and waited for someone to open her door; just for tonight she wouldn't complain about the central locking. Juzo looked about ready to explode - or cry. He'd already beaten the doorman to her side of the car - not bad for a man in a tight skirt. "Are you coming ?" Ah, patient as ever. He extended his arm to steady her as she swung herself out. If his outfit was snug - hers was voluminous, and heavy. The Ambassador had had a fancy for people to come in `ethnic' costumes. She'd chosen the sarong kabaya for Juzo, to flatter the host nation - and it's diplomatic staff - but for herself nothing would do but an outrageous, faux-celtic, creation. Kazeko-chan, and her own good self, had spent many an hysterical hour designing it; but now she rather wished a little less fun had gone into it's creation, and a little more practicality. It wasn't just that it was made from wool - a very light cashmere, (thank Goddess) but it had pleats like the wrath of God, enough material to bankrupt the average salary worker, and Juzo had said it would give her trouble. At least it forced her to walk at a slow, and stately, gait - which almost matched Git-face's elegant glide. She caught sight of their driver staring at the wiggling backside, so she waved and mouthed silently. "Nice arse, isn't it ?" The woman seemed quite taken aback, so Melissa exercised her lungs, and called out. "Thank you driver, a most pleasant ride. I hope to enjoy the benefit of your expertise on the return journey." Strange wahine - obviously not a super-elite. 4. (iv) Ambassador Aprianda met all his guests at the door personally. He was going to be recalled to Jakarta soon, and had had quite enough of Japanese, super-elite, and ambassadorial restraint to last him a life-time. This was not going to be a po-faced farewell do, if he could help it; and what was the point in being Ambassador if you couldn't help things go with a bang ! Ah, the Archivist, and the Dekacho. That costume looked awfully impractical for summer wear - still, with the amount of very expensive aphrodisiacs in the food, she shouldn't be wearing it for long. And her companion - Aprianda raised his hands in a gesture of horror - he was obviously in need of a massive dose of relaxant. If all his muscles were clenched as tightly as the ones in his face, his hindquarters would be able to crack coconuts by the end of the evening! Melissa smiled as the rotund, turbaned, figure bounced towards them. She'd heard all about Ambassador Aprianda as well, but from different sources. Although nominally paying heed to the Islamic laws of his country, the use of chemical stimulants at his residence was notorious. He bought vast quantities of alcohol for one, a fact which did her ownership of a small, whisky distillery, in the Scottish free state, no harm at all. Especially as the Glaswegian Ambassador spent a lot of her free time with Aprianda, and he always patronised the business concerns of friends. "Hello ! Hello ! Come in most honoured guests, a thousand blessings on you for patronising my miserable house. Please, lovely lady, divest yourself of any unnecessary garments. Noble Sir, I beg you to do me the honour of accepting this completely unworthy drink." As Melissa shrugged off a layer of cloak, aided by the Ambassador, Hasegawa sipped at the glass of liquid. It was pleasant, smooth and smoky, a very good whisky. Didn't the Ambass- ador seem to be trying to help Melissa off with too many of her clothes ? Oh well. She was an adult, and could look after herself. HELL ! She could punch him out, and create an incident ! Hasegawa opened his mouth, and drew breath, then let it go - in a gentle sigh. Both parties were laughing, and she was still in that cumbersome robe. No need to panic, perhaps he could relax. This was an official farewell function, after all- it was hardly going to be as nerve-racking as an office party. The giggling pair linked arms conspiratorially, and made royal progress into the main entertainment area - trailed by a rapid calming police-chief. Good whisky hides a variety of sins. Food had been laid on in an adjoining room, `dishes of all nations', being the theme. Melissa had serious misgivings that anyone would eat skirly on a night like this, but the tropical fruits looked very tempting. The Balinese troupe were dancing up a storm on the stage - they'd played to packed houses for three weeks at the exhibition she'd arranged at the Centre - the retro techno-funk they moved to was amusing, but possibly only because she recognised the tune from the first time it had been popular. A large Hawaiian woman walked past, and grunted briefly at Aprianda, he smiled indulgently. "Lani, love of my life, and joy of my days; as sweet-tempered as ever. Her brother's here as well tonight, you might have heard of him, Melissa. He's one of my best Sumo wrestlers Kamapua'a Aloha ? They're very alike, so I just wonder how my darling Lani will go down with the relations back home." Melissa considered the immense, retreating, figure - in the completely authentic bark-cloth wrap. From behind she looked a little like `Maru-chan. "Well, Yati. As she outweighs them by the odd kilo - or ten, and she's a good thirty centimetres taller than most of them, they'll either learn to live with her. Or she'll eat them." Aprianda roared. "I've always been in favour of restoring the old traditions, but until now I'd never found an excuse for cannibalism ! I must give Lani the good news !" 5. Aprianda scurried off in search of his long-suffering wife, leaving Melissa to look for her charge. Hasegawa was standing by the buffet table glaring thunderously at some dish, she just hoped it was something that wouldn't curdle. "Hiya, pet. Found anything to eat yet?" Hasegawa looked up. "I don't know? What the fuck is this!" Melissa peered at the object of his attention, sadly - he was right - it looked distinctly unappetising. "At a guess? Manioc. Pounded. Here, try some satay instead." It was hard not to notice that Juzo's attention was riveted elsewhere, so she scooped peanut sauce over the skewers of onion, and pepper, and covertly directed her gaze in the direction he was facing. *Just don't let it be one of Yati's yakuza friends. At least, not one that's on the wanted list at the moment*. It wasn't. Hasegawa's jaw had drooped a little at the sight of a man who bore a striking resemblance to Lani Haumea-Aprianda. *Goodness, gracious me! I'd almost forgotten you liked your men big, Juzo. This one's got to outweigh even Tomi - but then even Lani's built along `Maru dimensions. Careful my love, he makes at least two of you - and if you stare any harder, his back will start to smoke.* "Seen something we like, Sir?" Hasegawa gave a little jump. He took the proffered plate, and began to worry at the food. Swallowing gently he asked in an oh-so-casual way. "Is that one of the Ambassadors famous wrestlers, or a guest then?" "A bit of both, my sweet. Like the look of him, do you ? I could always introduce you - Kam*" Hasegawa frantically hissed her to silence. SHIT! She'd really have done it as well! At least he had found something to praise in her choice of fundoshi, it kept his chimpira from displaying his interest to the world. All safely strapped down. God! But that man was sexy! "I've just got to talk to Yati about something, dear. Get me some grub, would you? There's a love..." Happy at being given something to do, Hasegawa turned back to the provender-laden tables, and failed to notice one of creation's most evil trollops, approaching Lani Haumea, with malice aforethought writ plain, all over her face. (v) Kamapua'a was a little bemused, it was still early on in the party, but his sister had already told him someone wanted to talk to him, in the tone of voice that usually meant he was going to get lucky tonight. He was disappointed to see that it was a wahine. Not that he disliked women, he just didn't want to shag them. He smiled sweetly, best to put her off gently, he didn't like to hurt anyone's feelings. "Aloha, pretty girlie. What can I do for you?" She peered up at him, archly. "Hello, little boy. Does your Mummy know you're out on your own?" "Oh, yes. And she's left my sister in charge of me." "Good God! That makes things easier then - perverts don't generally come any bigger than Lani. Tell me Kamapua'a, are you attached - or single?" Now was the time to let her down easy. "I'm sorry thousand-blossom, you are the loveliest wahine here, (barring my sister), but - unfortunately - I only love men with my body. Please forgive this terrible flaw in my nature, 6. and accept my friendship instead." "Nonononono! I'm sorry, most excellent of men. It is not for myself I ask, it is on behalf of another." Melissa motioned the gigantic wrestler to follow her. She held up a hand to warn him to stop, then craned her head, surreptitiously, around the corner. Beckoning with one finger she hissed, far less formally. "That one there. The skinny one with the..." Her hands described a cupping motion in the air. Kamapua'a poked his head around the corner of the wall - equally cautiously. A tall man, with long, dark, hair was bending over the food - piling titbits onto a plate with an artistic flair. Well he was a little more under-nourished than Kamapua'a normally liked them...but the eloquent gesture had summed up quite an outstanding feature. The Sumo wrestler retracted his head. "He is too shy to ask for himself?" "Yes. He's a git most of the time, but he lacks a lot of self-confidence when it comes to approaching a prospective, sexual, partner. Besides - he's my git - and I want him to have a good time. And I think you're it!" "I see. You have been talking to my sister, haven't you?" (vi) Hasegawa spotted Melissa approaching, she was deep in conversation with the Ambassador. He stretched, and yawned. Normally he'd have been bored, and anxious, waiting for her to return. He didn't like to be left on his own in strange parties, people might strike up a conversation. But tonight he felt perfectly at ease. *Must be that herbal concoction she made me drink earlier on*, he thought. Camomile, White Sage, and Valerian - it had tasted vile, but was obviously of some benefit. However, he wasn't just feeling relaxed - he also felt amazingly randy. Whilst he was used to the sensation of his underwear suddenly becoming too tight, at a moment's notice given the nature of the garment she'd made him wear - he was actually in some discomfort. "Back are you, honourable nibu-mekai?" "Yup. Did you miss me?" "Mm-hmm." She had come and sat on his lap, so Juzo passed her the plate of food he had so lovingly prepared; that'd keep her hands occupied. He smoothed the hair back from the nape of her neck, and brushed his lips over the sensitive skin. He enjoyed making her wriggle. She continued eating, and was regarding the activities in the rest of the room rather too intently. Things were starting to hot-up. Aprianda had organised a game of twister in the middle of the dance-floor. Somehow there seemed to be a lot more people than a few moments ago - his mind must have been drifting. The dancers on the stage were streaming with sweat, but as beautifully controlled as ever. Shrieks of laughter rang out over the hub-bub, glasses chinged, cutlery rattled. *Fuck it!* Melissa smelled so good, he ran his tongue along the side of her throat. Kissed the corner of her right eye. No-one seemed to even notice them, so he slid his free hand under the hem of her skirt - tracing the line of her leg up, over the knee, easing his fingers into the damp junction of her thighs. His digits found hair, and he curled it around, and about - tugging gently. She was sitting very still now - all too aware of the betraying flush that was flaring, out of control, from her bosom up. *Damn it, Yati! You've put something in the nosh, I can tell. Ju-chan's good at the worst of times, but I'm about to do an impression of a water-fall!* 7. She twisted as much as she was able, so that she could see his face. * Jesus, Juzo! You're stoned!* His eyes were half-closed, but were mostly made up of pupil anyway, and he was wearing that dopey, little, grin. Hasegawa considered moving Lis' leg there, so that she was astride him, then they could... Juzo had eased his middle, and index, fingers between her labia and was rubbing her clitoris in a most distracting fashion, making wet little noises that Melissa was sure could be heard above the cacophony, like gun-shots. "You're cunt's so juicy. Let me stir the honey in the pot." Melissa set the plate on the table's edge, with a hand that shook badly. Juzo's left arm pulled her closer, his hand moving up from her waist to roll her nipple between his fingers. His right hand moved faster, masturbating her, fingers deep inside. "I love the way you smell, and taste." He withdrew the taunting fingers, and raised them to his mouth. Licking, and sucking at the moisture on them. She was sure her blush had now reached fluorescent levels. *That's it! Sorry Kamapua'a! I've changed my mind!* Aprianda jumped up on the stage, and waved his arms for attention. When that didn't work, he signalled to one of the staff and his voice boomed out over the throng. "Most esteemed, and beloved guests! This miserable person craves your indulgence for a few moments! As you know I am soon to leave your glorious company, the thought of which weighs down my heart with sorrow." A resounding, `Ahhhh', echoed around the room, mingled with other expressions of sadness, and loss. Most of the guests here were regulars, and no-one knew how to throw a party like Yati, and Lani! "The only things which brighten my remaining days here are the knowledge that I carry the love of the friends I have made, back to Jakarta with me - and the belief that you will do anything I want tonight, to show me a good time!" The crowd erupted into raucous cheers, and some quite blisteringly funny obscenities. "To this end, my friends, I want you all to join me in a game of sardines. Form yourselves into groups, as orderly, or disorderly as you wish, and pick the one who has to find you all. You can use the whole of the residence to hide in. No-where is forbidden. No security tapes will be kept. You can change your hidey-hole as often as you wish. I'll be giving special prizes to the one who finds the most of their group; and for those who don't get found - enjoy yourselves, and breakfast starts at ten!" The crush of revellers began to stream from the room, in knots. Hasegawa drew Melissa closer and murmured in her ear. "This isn't your usual Embassy `do', is it?" "It is for this Embassy !" Hasegawa suddenly realised that the Ambassador's wife had hold of his arm, she was grinning broadly. Then the Ambassador himself scurried up. "Melissa, Dekacho Hasegawa, you're on my team. You two, Lani and her brother, and my three disgraceful children, (he waved his hand in the direction of three leggy teen-agers, one of whom looked entirely disapproving), are all going to hide. And I'm going to find you! Isn't this FUN?" Melissa elbowed Juzo in the ribs, and he managed a faint assent. "Excellent! Now, I'm going to close my eyes and count to fifty then...I'm coming to get you!" He exchanged a significant glance with Melissa, and she winked back. "Lani's brother has already hidden, the devious fox! But that won't help him. I'll find you all!" Melissa dragged Juzo with her as Yati started to count, and the others scattered. 8. (vii) Melissa led her favourite git through the house, in a torturous route that was designed to take them to the location where she'd hidden Kampua'a. Lani was standing guard on the door, so that no other guest could get in, and take advantage of her baby brother. The only fly in the ointment was Juzo. He was proving remarkably adept at finding places to hide. *Tell me, just how did you spend your childhood again, Juzo?* Thankfully, so far, every space had been occupied by groups of people. But it was becoming harder, and harder, (if you pardoned the pun), to fend him off. And Melissa was becoming increasingly unwilling to do so. One last attempt then, if they didn't get to that under-stairs cupboard, she was just going to drag him off into the night. She pushed his head up, dislodging his tongue from her cleavage. "Oi, you! We're supposed to be finding somewhere to hide. Not providing the floor-show." "Oh, come on Lissy. This whole set-up's just an excuse for an orgy, isn't it?" "In an Embassy? Well, all right then. It is - but we're still going to play the game Yati's way." Finally, they had arrived. Melissa spotted Lani scooting around a corner - amazing really how quiet she could be when she wanted to. Any second now she'd alert Yati, and he'd make a great deal of noise; providing her with all the excuse she needed to push Juzo into the cupboard, and his destiny. He was looking quite alert. Had Yati started already? "Where's the Ambassador's brother-in-law?" he said. "I don't even know what he looks like." "Don't you worry your pretty, little, head about that, Ju-chan, Yati does - and that's all that matters." Where was the little toe-rag? He was taking his own sweet time! "Did you like that wrestler then? You know, the big Hawaiian one?" Hasegawa smiled sheepishly down at her. "Oh, yes. He was very nice." "Nicer than me?" "No. But different. There's always a difference between fucking a man, and fucking a woman. Different but equal." "I think that makes me quite uneasy, Juzo. I could have a rival for your affections here." "Never, beloved mekake. I know when I'm well off." Just then a noise broke out, like the advent of a new world war. Yati, and Lani - no doubt. Goddess alone knew what they were doing, but the whole bloody floor was shaking ! "I can see you!" Yati screamed - obviously he couldn't, but that was her cue. "Quick, Juzo! In here." Kampua'a had already obligingly opened the door. At least Juzo was facing the direction of the noise, and hadn't noticed. He was still boggling at the din the ambassadorial couple were making, as she bundled him through the opening. "I wonder where everyone else is?" he managed before she closed the door on him. "Now's your chance to find out, sweetie!" "Hello sexy. Dark in here isn't it?" 9. (viii) Hasegawa stood stunned, in the dark. He didn't need to ask, he knew who was in here with him - even without Melissa introducing them. Dimly, he could see the outline of the Hawaiian in the light that filtered in from a small window, high up in the wall. "Well. Are you interested?" The shadow of the other man loomed over him. Big cupboard. SHIT! He'd been fucking well set up. The beloved bitch had set him up! * So, do I get furious, or naked?* Large hands clasped him around the waist, much the same way he had held Melissa that evening. It seemed the decision was being taken away from him, and the initiative. Just the way he liked it. "You can always say no. Your wahine said you wanted me but, I can always take rejection you know." FUCK! He hadn't felt this hot in ages. And he was still rigid from earlier on. *All right, you've given your permission, now I intend to enjoy it. But don't you dare complain later on*. The Hawaiian's hands were skilfully undoing the sarong. He was an expert at this, it seemed, and with the arcane mysteries of Juzo's underwear. A large finger sought out the crack of his arse, and probed into him. Hasegawa gasped, and arched forward, his erection rubbing against the wrestler's naked thighs. He was nuzzled and the other hand moved up over his belly, and chest. "Here, let me." Juzo unbuttoned that terribly expensive jacket and slid it off. Others would have just let it drop, he managed to find a coat hook to hang it on. Kamapua'a had pushed the cotton singlet up, and was sucking at his nipples. One hand caressing Juzo's back, the other stroking his prick. He rested his hands on the other man's head, feeling the wavy texture of Kamapua'a's hair. Tenderly feeling the shape of the other's skull, and face. Pulling his head up - by that hair - so his mouth could be filled by the other's tongue. Face to face. Body to body. "Fuck me. Fuck me, now. I want to feel you ripping into me. I want your cock all the way up me." Kamapua'a thought he heard someone, hang on , it was the police-chief. Was he always this quiet? "Speak up for what you desire, lover. I'd begun to think I was on my own in here." "Go on then, make me beg for it." Oh, well. He was obviously just a quiet one. It happened sometimes - Kamapua'a had no intention of letting it cramp his, vocal, style. "There is no need to beg blossom-child. You're going to get me now, whatever happens. I don't like to play those games." "Then fuck me stupid, NOW!" "Slowly, slowly." But Hasegawa wasn't willing to wait. His hand caught at the man's penis. He rolled his hand about the ampalang bar. There were other implants along his shaft, as well. *Heh*. It was going to be a bumpy ride. He knew he was seeping madly, semen trickling along the underside of his cock. He wanted this bastard up him NOW! Wrapping one leg around the other's waist, he raised himself on the toes of one foot, and tried to impale himself on that glorious organ. "Patience is a virtue." Kamapua'a was pouring a fragrant oil along his shaft. "This is ylang-ylang, the perfume of lovers." For reply Juzo bit him on the collar-bone, and Kamapua'a raised him effortlessly by the waist, to hold him pinned against the door, whilst he rubbed the lubricant in. Then - slowly, (for he was not a man to be rushed), he lowered Hasegawa all the way down. 10. "FUCK ME HARD!" Kamapua'a began a steady rhythm, ignoring - or not noticing the hollow booming noise they made, as they bounced against the door. (ix) "Yeek!" Melissa hadn't counted on that. She and Yati were standing with their ears pressed to the wood, when the door suddenly belled out. Catching them both a solid clout, on the side of the head. "We asked for that, I suppose." Melissa was seeing stars. The door rattled again. "Do you think the frame can take it?" Yati asked thoughtfully. "My honourable brother-in- law does weigh quite a lot. And he can be quite vigorous once he gets going." SHIT! She hadn't thought of that! Juzo would be happy enough to be given a good night's shagging - but less than delighted if he fell out into the hallway where just anyone could see! "It's up to us then, to save the day!" So saying, Melissa braced herself against the heaving door and, after only the briefest of pauses, Yati joined her. "Sun of my existence, most worthy of friends, Melissa," he said, "I've spotted the obvious flaw in this plan. We can't reach the drinks trolley from this position." They both grimaced wildly at the object of their affections, but didn't dare move from the place they had wedged themselves into. The disapproving teenage son waved, as he left on his way out to some trendier happening. And - despite the appeals to his filial duty - resolutely refused to help out, bearing his father's curses with him. It was Lani who proved to be the cavalry. Melissa had just about had enough, there was no way they were going to keep the bucking, (there but for one letter !), door closed, so they might as well die with drinks in their hands - when Yati's better half returned to join the fun. Assessing the situation with one glance, she sank to a cross-legged posture at the threshold. Instantly the threat to the fixtures, and fittings lessened, and an assault was launched on the alcohol. "Okay, girls! Let's drink a rainbow! First one to throw up's a sissy!" All about them the sounds of sardines in full swing, and behind them - the sound of something swinging. A naked woman ran past them persuade by her lover. "That looks like my driver." Melissa mused. "But who's the rangy bint chasing her?" "One of the Balinese dancers, by the look of that arse." Lani replied. Yati was perched in his wife's lap, his head buried in the cleft of her awesome bosom. She cradled him tenderly. "Does he not need to come up for air, then?" "Only if he thinks something more interesting is going to happen." "Fair enough... Was that your brother?" "Yup! Sure sounds like it." "Thank Goddess for that. I thought someone had lost a wolf there, for a minute." "Yours is very quiet. Think he's got his mouth full?" "Always possible. Then again he never makes much noise - it was beaten out of him at an early age." "I hope you say that in jest." Melissa sighed. "No Lani, I'm afraid I don't." The larger woman's face settled into a scowl of disgust, perfectly describing her view on the subject. 11. "But when he got older, surely..." "They didn't believe in sex either, at least - not for their first-born son." Yati's head shot out of Lani's amplitude, with an audible pop. Now they were both staring at Melissa in horror. The sapphic couple ran another lap past them. "His parents tried to forbid him sex?" "A strange concept, I know. I think they were hoping that if he did nothing but study, with the occasional foray into baby-sitting, by way of light relief, they'd create the perfect child." "How unlike the home-life of my own dear Queen." Lani muttered. "He seems to be making up for it now, `though." "Yes, my own little Caesar." Yati cocked his head at her questioningly. "To paraphrase - and misquote: a husband to women - a wife to men." The Balinese dancer re-appeared. She darted her gaze, frantically, about her. Melissa caught movement out of the corner of her eye - hiding behind the bird-bath? Daft cow'd catch a chill! The three wise monkeys waited to see what the dancer would do next, but her face wore such a forlorn expression that the soft-hearted Yati gave in. Soon all three primates were miming directions to the chauffeur's hiding place. The old woman raced off gratefully. "I like to do a good deed daily", Yati said smugly. "He was a girl-guide, you know?" said his wife. The door continued it's undulations, and the drinking outside continued. A suitable round had been named, "I want a green one". They'd travelled the globe - liquid-wise. Fruit had been steeped, and consumed, and Melissa had demonstrated her Dekacho-embarrasing trick of tying a cherry-stalk into a knot. In public. With her tongue. Now they were becoming a little bored. "Lani, are you sure this isn't the cleaners' trolley you found? This blue one tastes a lot like drain-cleaner." "Well you should know. YATI!" The Ambassador jerked out of his reverie, with a small scream. "What are we going to give out as prizes? Assuming these two stop humping before we move back to Jakarta?" "Oooo. I hadn't really given it any thought. There's money, I suppose." "A lot are super-elite, I don't think that'll tempt them." "How about our first-born?" "Nah. Too traditional." "A trip to Indonesia?" "Boooring!" Silence reigned as Yati stretched his over-taxed, fun-providing, brain cells. "Got it! You can give them one of your tit-fucks, Lani!" Melissa's jaw dropped, this seemed to be going a little too far, even for the odd couple. Lani noticed her expression, and winked at Yati. "Maybe you're right." She jiggled her mammeries up and down, with her hands. "Okay. we'll round up the first group and I'll start!" "You haven't lived until you've seen what Lani can do with her tits!" "Yati, Lani, forgive me. I have a very active imagination, and living with Git-features gives me plenty of scope to practice thinking the impossible, but there are things woman was not meant to know. Mysteries too deep for the occidental soul to bear..." Either her hearing had suddenly improved, or the noise from the cupboard had stopped. Three heads turned in unison. Lani surged to her feet. "Thank Pele-above for that! There were times there when I didn't think the three of us were 12. going to be enough. Now I suggest we return to the ball-room, with the trolley, and pretend to be handing out prizes." She swept away, pulling the other two into her orbit like small satellites. "Here. Let me help you back on with that." "Thank you. Where are my...underclothes?" "Damn. I've got no idea satin-skin. Where did you see them last?" "In the mirror. At home." "Oh." (x) Hasegawa ventured cautiously into the main function area. He glanced at his watch. Piss, it was very late. Maybe Lissy wouldn't be here. Maybe she'd gone home on her own - or with someone else! He chewed on his lower lip. There was a scattering of people about, but the majority he'd seen about the place were... otherwise occupied. A loud bark of laughter attracted his attention. The Ambassador's wife was holding court to a group of awe-struck party-goers. That looked like a good place to start. And sure enough - there was the bitch herself, drink in hand, adding unsavoury detail to the - already incredible - anecdotes. "Hello, sweetheart." She slid a companionable arm about his hips, then paused. In an evil undertone she said, "Got dressed in the dark did we?" Hasegawa looked down in a panic, ah - fucking hell. His sarong had plainly been tied on by someone else, and in a rush. Kamapua'a chose that moment to stride in and kiss the police-chief, loudly, on the back of his head. He passed by and yelled a familiar greeting to Lani. Hasegawa paled in mid-blush. "You let me fuck the Ambassador's brother-in-law?" "And just how was I going to stop you, once you'd gathered speed? Thrust myself between your sweaty bodies?" "I think I'd like to leave now. I'm getting a head-ache." Yati had tried everything he knew, to get them to stay - but Dekacho Hasegawa was adamant that he wanted to sleep in his own bed that night. Or what was left of it. Lani had to find them a different driver. The Kaahumanu woman was still tied in an elegant love-knot with her dancer, and Yati didn't believe in spoiling anyone's evening. Even a last-ditch offer by Kamapua'a to form a threesome had provoked only a momentary pause. Sadly the diplomatic couple stood at the head of the drive-way stairs, and waved the goodbye to the departing car, and its occupants. "Think there's any jelly left in that bath?" "Last one in's a hapa haole!" (xi) "You're thinking aren't you, honourable mekake? I can hear the plots hatching." Melissa leaned against the proffered side, resting her head on the conveniently sited arm. "No petal. Brain in neutral I'm afraid. I always get this way so close to dawn, you're lucky I've not turned into a pumpkin." "I thought vampires turned to dust. Not vegetation." Melissa's eyes widened in a momentary panic. Then she relaxed, he was just being a sod. Situation normal. She had lied to him, `though. She was thinking. 13. *How do I feel about the fact that you were making love to someone else, only inches from me? Am I really happy that you enjoyed yourself - or am I still just paying off my guilt-debt? Do you like him better than me? Could I lose you? Could I bear to? Could I let you go, or would my desire to possess over-ride all other considerations again? And how come I always get the forebodings at this time of night?* She turned her head to stare out of the window. Hasegawa murmured sleepily, and snuggled closer. "Soon be home now Ju-chan. So how did you enjoy the official function?" "I always find it instructive to see how the other tenth live." Good enough. He was obviously still drugged sufficiently not to be dissecting the event, looking for ways he'd screwed up. Yati was going to give a glowing report of his behaviour to Hasegawa's bosses, said he'd write it today. Ah. Maybe she'd just have to get `Maru-chan to pirate her a copy, before Yati sent it. Then she could edit out any potential eye-brow raisers. "So, honourable mekake, you still didn't tell me what you were thinking about." Her hand slid up the curve of muscle that was the topside of his thigh. Slid down into his crotch. *So, lost our knickers somewhere did we?* "I was thinking honourable oname - know any good fountains?" 14.