Nik placed the bag of ice against his aching head, leaning against the plush seat in the back of the expensive limo. Musashi and Ryuji were jubilant thanks to Nik winning his sector, and securing the bet.
"I have to give you credit, Gaijin, you did the impossible. I only heard rumors and speculation about what happened with the Highlander," Ryuji commented, clinking his can against Musashi's.
"Tell us how you beat him?" Musashi asked before chugging his drink.
"Beat who? The weirdo who called me a brother, talked nonsense and then walked off? That was this Highlander person?"
"If he made a big deal about your Muramune, then yeah, in the flesh," Musashi replied.
"There is my report. He takes the ink more serious than he should."
Nik's head ached. His entire body ached. All the punches he tanked did a number on him, and he knew he'd be feeling every bodily function for a week.
"I still have to give you credit. You could have bullshited us and hoped we wouldn't ask Daisuke or someone else in your sector. We have ourselves an honest man, brother," Ryuji observed.
"Yay for me. So mind telling me what I won that is so valuable to you that you're celebrating over my pain?" Nik asked, shifting to lay on the plush seats.
"The three of us are celebrating getting an exclusive, foreigner-popping contract with Jessica," Musashi grinned.
Nik blinked a few times, the name ringing a bell. Turning his head, he saw Musashi nod at him as if he knew the next thought inside his head.
"I think the gaijin is going to like his next gig, brother. He might even crack a smile and not be a mopey wreck for a hot minute."
"Jessica, seriously? Isn't that going to ruin her image to get fucked by a foreigner on screen?" Nik asked.
"She is getting up there in age. If she didn't want it, I told you before, she has the clout to say no. Hell, nothing stopping her from retiring tomorrow if she wants. Only so many teacher gangbangs and behind the husband's back scenes before it gets stale. Scaling that Ivory Tower of yours is fresh, even if the film setting is the same," Musashi explained.
"Whatever, fine with me."
"Not even a minute," Ryuji stated, shaking his head. "Good thing you deliver when the time comes. We got her for a full movie, not a one-scene handoff. That means you two are going to get close, so don't break her like the Ueno women. Treat her like your new backseat friend."
"How many people saw the tape?" Nik asked.
"Just us two. Don't worry, people have done far worse on a security camera than fuck in the backseat of a car," Ryuji replied. "Much worse. Remember that muscle we hired who we found out had a thing for twinks?"
Ryuji took another can from the cheap cooler on the backseat, tossing it to Musashi.
"That was a wild security tape," Musashi said, grabbing the can out of midair.
"When is the next rumble?" Nik interjected.
"Don't know yet. Far enough away that your body can heal. Ryuji, next shoot, give Nik a script that makes use of his bruises."
"Already ahead of you on that."
"Do it with a cop," Nik commented.
"A cop?" Ryuji asked.
"Yeah, something physical. You want the bruises put to good use, have me set as some kind of criminal character opposite a female cop."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Musashi said.
Ryuji shrugged.
"I won't argue with the logic. Cop it is. Speaking of cops, they've been poking their nose in our territory more. I got word from some of the clubs that more officers have been showing up, supposedly off the clock."
"As long as they pay their tab, don't bother them," Musashi stated. "I'm sure one or three of the ladies can charm a couple of them well enough to let some info slip."
Ryuji nodded.
"That actually work?" Nik asked
"What? Getting info from a cop? You're too used to getting all the pussy you can handle thanks to that giant cock of yours, Gaijin. Some of these guys work shit hours, for shit pay, and won't get looked at twice by a six out of ten. Have a ten chat them up, and inflate their ego for a couple hours, they'll pay their tab with info if it means more ego boosting."
"Sounds like a source you can trust. What happens if he blabs to another family?"
"What would he blab about? We don't tell them anything we don't want them to hear. Besides, we run the vice in Nagoya, the best vice. We slip the right amount into her purse, and one of those hostesses will happily go suck him off and make it seem like he charmed her. Putty in her hands for intel."
"You're getting a top tier education, Nik. I hope it is all sinking in," Musashi added before chugging down the ice cold liquid from the fresh can.
"I'm soaking it all in like a sponge. When am I getting the test, sensei?"
"I think he is lightening up through all that sarcasm," Ryuji smirked.
Musashi knocked on the window behind him. The driver put it down, allowing Musashi to talk to him.
"When we hit the city, take us to the Chinese restaurant. You know, the one with the great spring rolls. Winning worked me up an appetite."
"Yes, sir," the driver simply replied, putting the window back up.
