Slut Girl 6: Tosa Vs. Bizen, Round 1
This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original.
Boy, I was in for a shock.
My name's Satoru. I live in a small apartment by myself. As you probably know by now, I'm frequently visited by a super-hot-shit mega-babe that goes by the name of Sayoko Bizen. 5' 10", tanned, athletic, with huge 36DD tits and a fine ass, she's a major slut and a grade-A fuck. She bunks with me, Average-Joe Satoru; she says she's got debts and stuff, but she doesn't talk about it much. In any case, she wasn't the person I was thinking about at the moment.
It was the two thugs that had cornered me in front of a closed convenience store. They dressed god-awful, but they had sly, evil looks on their faces and I knew they meant business.
"Now, that ain't very nice, buddy...you actin' like we're muggers or something!" The first punk hit the nail on the head as he tried to make it more like a con than a mugging. "Me and my pal here are insulted...ain't we, Kuni?" He looked over at his bigger partner in crime, who glared at the smaller, more pathetic me.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm like, TOTALLY insulted dude!" He mocked. "We is just businessmen, see?" I was shaking as the first thug grabbed my shirt and pushed me against the metal gating protecting the closed store.
"All ya gotta do is buy one'a these here concert tickets." He said coolly. His partner was playing along.
"Yeah, what's yer problem, dud? Don'cha like music or somethin'?" he pushed me a bit. The first one frisked me and pulled out my wallet. Opening the billfold, they revealed a load of cash. I yelped.
"Hey, check it out!" he called, "The kids' got a wallet fulla dough!" I tried to grab at it, but they pushed me away.
"B-but that's my entire salary! I just got p-paid today!" I protested. The larger mugger snickered.
"Whazzat, dude? You say you is gonna buy ALL our tickets? Dude! You are, like...a dude!" he complimented me mockingly. If this guy was one thing, it wasn't a master of wordplay.
I would've tried something, but the next thing I saw was a gloved fist forcing itself into the face of the first mugger, knocking a tooth loose. Blood shot from his nose as I heard a voice call out to match the attacking fist.
"Lemme punch your ticket, 'dude'!!" She said sarcastically. He flew back onto the wall, but before his surprised partner could react, his crotch was met by a swift kick from a leather boot; it was hard. I could hear something crack as the long-haired muscleman became impotent. His partner groaned.
"Hey, who the fuck are—GMNPH!" His protest was cut short as a roundhouse kick sent a matching leather boot into the other side of his face, crushing his nose.
I stood there, dumbfounded. My two attackers, who had had me shaking in my shoes not seconds before, were on the ground writhing in pain. The first one was clutching his bleeding face and crying for his mommy, while the other was in the fetal position on his knees, clutching his balls in agony. I looked up to see my savior. I half-expected it to be Sayoko herself.
"Jesus H. Christ...I've had enough of you little punks hassling decent people. Go dig ditches or something, if you're too fucking stupid to get a real job." She complained, kicking the latter thug in the gut for good measure. She stood tall—six feet I was guessing. Her hair was auburn, and she had two large bangs hanging down the sides of her face, slightly over her deep, piercing sea-green eyes. She had a small beauty dot on her forehead, but she looked bad-ass. She was wearing an all-black leather biker outfit, toting a helmet in her right hand. Her figure was very trim. She looked like she could tear your ass up, and she proved it. She turned to me, a thin eyebrow cocked as she put her hands on her hips. Her leather jacket was zipped open slightly, revealing a thin t-shirt.
"And what's your problem, you weenie? Be a MAN, for chrissake! Don't let this trash push you—" I stopped her lecture by kicking one of the muggers, trying to put up some semblance of manliness.
"Asshole! Gimme back my wallet! I'll show you!" I yelled, snatching my wallet from his hand. She glared at me.
"Well, better than nothing, I guess." She sighed. I smiled sheepishly at her.
"Oh, thank you SO much ma'am!" I was relieved as I began checking my wallet. All my money was there. I was thanking god that I had my living expenses back.
"If I'd lost it, Ms. Bizen would tear my heart out." I sighed, overwhelmed. She regularly pilfers my bank account for her expensive wining and dining, but she fucks my brains out, so I can't complain! My rescuer seemed intrigued by the mention of her name.
"'Bizen'? Er...unusual last name. Er...her first name wouldn't happen to be 'Sayoko', by any chance??" She asked. Her eyes were wide, as if she was in a candy store at eight years old. I looked up from my money-counting.
"Huh? Yeah...It is, actually, why?"
Clunk. Her helmet fell to the ground in silence.
"No way...wait—she's always puffing a butt, is she? And has a dark tan?" she smiled cheerfully at me, holding up a burning cigarette. I arched a brow.
"That's her, all right. How do you—"
"Wait! One more thing...she doesn't do her hair kind of like, you know, this?" She pulled her hair into a series of long, thin bangs hanging down one side of her head. I nodded.
"EXACTLY like that." I blinked. "Uh...sounds like you know her. You a friend of hers...?" I asked curiously. She had her back turned to me.
"Let's go, kid."
"Hah? 'Go'...?" I asked. She spun around, grabbing my arm.
"It's DANGEROUS out on the streets at this time of night, or hadn't you NOTICED?! I'm taking you home, so let's GO!" She shouted, excited about something. I was surprised, to say the least!
"Huh? Th-thanks, ma'am, but I'm pretty sure I'll be okay from here. You don't need to—" I protested, but to no avail.
"GET ON THE DAMN BIKE! NOW!" She ordered. Next thing I knew I was climbing onto the back of her bike behind her as she strapped on her helmet. I was worried.
