Whitewash High: Rising Sun

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.

"I know you're going to eat the table," he added on. "Don't worry, it is on me tonight, so make it a feast. They do a good Peking duck as well."

"I hope they have fresh ice," Nik groaned, shifting his body again to find a comfortable position to rest.

"What kind of restaurant doesn't have ice?" Musashi replied. "With the dough we'll be spending tonight, they'll special order it if need be."

"Going to need all the energy you can get, Gaijin, with your shooting schedule coming up, if you truly want to make use of those bruises. Most likely you'll shoot tomorrow, if I can find the right actress for the gig."

"The way you're inflating my ego with all the talk about numbers and sales, there must be a long list of women waiting for a shot with me in the next film," Nik commented.

"That is half true. There is a line-up, but you're still a gaijin. Mask or not, the advertising lets the cat out of the bag, so some bigger names want to keep their pure rep intact, like you stated earlier," Musashi explained.

"It is the twenties, Musashi, I've no doubt there are a few young and open-minded women who'd not think twice about getting fucked by a foreigner on screen. Fresh enough to not worry about ruining a non-existent rep."

"I know who to pair you with, Gaijin," Ryuji interjected. "Just be ready for tomorrow. You're going to need to do some running."

Nik waved his hand, turning over on the plush chairs in the back of the limo. Eyes closed, he tried not to move to kill off some of the aching before needing to sit up for the victory feast.

X

Nik ran down the alleyway, losing his balance from the sudden drop in the pavement as it sloped downhill. His body crashed against the hard cement, rolling around haphazardly. He tried to pick himself up quickly to continue running, but he heard a voice shout out to him.

"Stop! Police!" a feminine voice called out. "Move and I'll shoot."

Nik turned around, looking bruised and beaten. Blood ran down his mouth outside the mask, and his knuckles looked cut up.

"Alright, alright, I'll give up," he replied, putting his hands up in the air.

The flat officer jogged over to him in her patrol outfit, gun pointed directly at him.

"Don't move, I mean it. I've been practicing. I'm a crack shot. This bullet will Spring clean your skull" she boldly stated.

"I get it. You don't need to tell me twice."

As the officer got closer, Nik remained calm, his breathing only heavy due to a long chase away from the cops. Somehow this lone officer found him. She took out her set of cuffs, latching one onto his wrist immediately. However, Nik's ears strained to hear the subtle sound of freedom. The officer had to put her gun away to cuff both hands. A rookie mistake to not get him onto his knees or stomach before cuffing him. Once both ears heard the sound of metal rubbing against leather, he quickly bolted around to tackle the woman.

The pair hit the cement hard, knocking the wind out of the officer. Dazed, and very confused, she let out a startled scream as he just as quickly mounted her. His hands reached for the gun, taking control of it.

"Too cocky for your own good, Officer," Nik gloated.

Out of reflex, she spat up at him, catching him off guard. The spit got into his eyes, forcing Nik to fall backwards, temporarily blinded by the fluid. This gave the officer the chance to scramble to her feet, looking to escape and call for backup.

The spit stung his eyes but it didn't completely blind him. Nik saw the hasty movement, following suit with his own wild scramble. Reaching out, he grabbed one of her arms. She was quick but he was quicker. As if knowing what came next, Nik closed his legs, only taking the kick to his thigh meat, and not the pair of sensitive balls carefully protected between them.

"That'll cost you, cunt. I'm going to enjoy this more now," he replied, yanking the cop towards him into a bear hug.

His strong, powerful arms squeezed the grit out of the female cop. Her smaller frame did not house the strength necessary to fight off the pressure for long. Nik didn't need long though, walking the attractive officer to the closest building wall. She stood a good half a foot smaller than him, and had a flat chest to match what he assumed was a flat stomach underneath her uniform. Dark hair hung down below her ears, giving off an idol aire rather than the authority needed for police work.

Nik pushed the officer against the building's hard wall, face first. He kicked her legs open before pushing his bigger body against hers. One hand palmed her ass over the police skirt, groping her lewdly without a care in the world.

"Should have left all well alone," he told her, lips an inch from her ear. "I left those other cops on the ground like a pile of corpses, and you wanted to play miss superheroine all by yourself. Should have stayed away by taking the hint a dozen unconscious officers put on display."

"Justice will prevail," she grunted out, trying to fight back.

"Yeah, yeah, justice. I've got my own nightstick of justice right here for you. If you caught me, I'd have been put away for a long time, so I might as well get my fun out of it before the next chase happens."

Struggling only made the female officer's butt push more against Nik's craving hand.

"Getting turned on, Officer?" he joked, before running his other hand up her stomach and chest. "I know you're turning me on right now. I could use a good fuck after the week I had. Beating up your compatriots didn't do it for me. Using my nightstick to beat up your holes will do the trick though."

"Get off of me! Get away from me!" she screamed out, still meekly struggling against the tougher, bigger opponent.

"I'll be getting on you is what I'll be doing," Nik replied.

One hand snaked up under her police skirt, feeling up where her panties were. Without any pretense he ripped them clean off.

"I don't know how much time we have, Officer, so forgive me if I plan on doing a cum and run," he grunted in her ear. "I love a woman in uniform."

Up went her skirt, getting the position ready to mount her from behind against the wall. She kept struggling, attempting to escape his grasp, but it did no good. Then she felt it, making her eyes go wide. The soft, thick mass of manmeat slapped against her tight ass. Slowly he humped her butt, making it grow bigger.

"Stop, stop, please, just go and I won't follow."

"Can't do it, Officer. Do you know how hard it is to run with a hardon as big as mine? I wouldn't get far."

Nik rubbed the cockhead against her pussy lips. It surprised him to feel wetness coat his cockhead, her cunt already preparing to welcome him inside.

"You're telling me no, but your body is saying yes. Can't make up your mind? These mixed signals confuse a guy."

The officer felt him enter her pussy, thrusting inside her with hedonistic intent. Grunting filled her ear drum as thick as the cock filling her pussy. She felt sick, used, like a piece of meat as the criminal took her. Plopping sounds echoed in the air, a telltale sign for any curious onlooker wanting a free show.

Within thirty seconds she felt her stomach turn up in knots due to feeling her pussy get wet from the rough fucking.

"A defence mechanism, that has to be it, right? Yes, it is getting wet so it won't tear from his huge size. I heard foreigners were big but I thought they were rumors," she thought to herself, trying to keep her mind off the actual pounding sensations ripping through her body. "I'm not getting turned on by being fucked by this foreign, white man. No, my body is on auto-pilot is all."

"Getting wet for me, Officer?" he grunted in her ear. "Your tight cunt not getting enough cock being the precinct bicycle?"

She grimaced, turning her head away in a desperate act of defiance from his taunts. The plopping noise only got louder thanks to pussy juices running down the insides of her thighs.

"You're tight as hell. Either the officers in your precinct are the smallest of the small, or you're not getting any. Are you an ice box? Going to melt for me, Officer? I'll keep you warm at night to melt this icebox of a cunt you've got. Fuck, Jap cunts are the tightest on the planet. They know how to milk a white man until there is nothing left in him."

She bit her lip, one final act of defiance to keep from moaning. The quick, hard, powerful thrusts pushed her body to break, cave-in with desire. No one fucked her as good as this despicable criminal, nor from the awkward position against a dirty wall. Wearing a police skirt gave him easy access to her holes, and now she'd never look at them the same way again.

A hot liquid ran along her pretty face, smearing makeup as it lathered pale skin. Nik licked her face, not caring that he'd be giving the cops another DNA sample to locate him. He figured why bother caring when that tight cunt would be dripping out his jizz for days. If they needed his saliva to bust him then they were a laughing stock of a police force.

"I'd love for this to go on for hours, Officer. You've got a hot, tight body, but I need to dump and run. I hope you understand?"

The female officer shook her head, but her body betrayed her. Pussy muscles clenched and grabbed at the thick shaft, wanting all the potent seed inside her body quickly. It wanted it more than the criminal wanted to inseminate her.

"Got a business card, Officer?" he grunted, sounding close to cumming. "I'd hate you to think I only care about sex. I'll take you out for a coffee and a movie before cumming inside you again. Better than what your co-workers do for you."

She blushed, humiliated at how he treated her, or thought she got treated by fellow officers of the law. Did they all think of her as a walking sperm receptacle? Did they all want to fuck her like this man did, dirty and rough in an isolated, abandoned alleyway? The softest of moans escaped her lips thinking about it, too soft for the man's ears to perk up in realization.

"Yeah, I'm about to cum any moment now. Straight up your cunt, Officer, right where I know you want it. Don't worry, I'll pound it in there good."

His pace slowed down but each thrust rammed harder into her pussy. He intended to ram every ounce of jizz into her cunt so none dripped out. Soft moans betrayed her mind, that young, fertile body craving to be seeded. The tough act only turned this criminal on.

Nik let out a loud grunt. He licked her cheek at the same time his cock flooded her love tunnel with all the thick, potent sperm. She'd remember him, even if she didn't want to. After the jizzing stopped, Nik kept ramming it in with another dozen hard, strong thrusts.

"You'll know where to find me if you want to arrest me again, Officer. You can suck me off next time so your cunt doesn't get beat up so much."

He laughed, pulling out. Releasing her body, she slumped to the ground in shame and humiliation. Words escaped her. She made no movement to stop him, clutching her body in a weak attempt at protection. Sensitive ears heard a zipper zip up, then footsteps walking off in the distance. Unbeknownst to Nik, long out of sight, the officer's hand slid between her legs. One long, tentative finger rubbed against the sore, aching, yet pleasurably sensitive pussy lips...

X

Nik walked into the main office, noticing Ryuji behind Musashi's desk. The second-in-command looked up from his newspaper, smirking.

"What? The cat is away, the mice will play. Stick around long enough and you too can sit in the big chair, Gaijin."

"You already know I'm doing all this for one reason."

Ryuji waved his hand in acknowledgment, then pointed to the chair in front of the desk.

"Yeah, yeah, revenge. If you were not a stick in the mud all the time, I'd think you were bullshiting for sympathy points. I've got to hand it to you though, Gaijin, mastering Japanese and getting your body back into primo shape in a year. That took guts."

"It took an unquenchable amount of anger to pull it off."

"I still cannot believe you brained that guy at the dojo awhile back. I know I give you shit and push those buttons, but that guy pressed the wrong one."

"Did he actually die? Musashi seemed not to care either way."

"You don't get into this business expecting to retire with a pension. It is a life for thrill seekers. Fast times, fast women, and fast money. The smart ones are able to slow it down, but when everyone else is speeding around you, accidents happen."

"That didn't answer the question," Nik asked again.

"Whatever his name was got out of the hospital, on your tab, and got sent packing. Bad for business that guy. Rookie hazing or not, when the first reaction is to go after a man's woman, it tells Musashi all he needs to know about that person's character. The little actions speak the loudest. Everyone can act proper when the magnifying glass is on them, but when no one is looking tells the real story."

"Deep."

"We live in a deep world, Gaijin. You're here for something less deep, I'm guessing."

"Is the actress okay after the shoot?"

"Going soft on me? She is fine. A better actress than you gave her credit for, if her faking makes you worried about her."

"It got a bit rougher than I intended, and it was not like she had basketball player height to add some inches to handle more of me."

"That is a great idea for a future film. I'll make sure to write it down," Ryuji replied, searching for a pen and paper. "She'll be fine. Not your run of the mill actress. First time riding with you, but not her first rodeo. A little ice and she'll be back on set tomorrow for the next scene."

"The warehouse scene?" Nik asked, noticing Ryuji scrawl the basketball idea down on a discarded piece of paper.

"Nah, I need you rested for that one. Can't have a weak creampie for the big finale. We need to outdo ourselves. It'll just be some normal action shots. Nothing sexual. Storyline stuff. You don't need to be there for it considering you play the bad guy."

"Right, I could use the break to rest up after the brawl."

"All you can get, Gaijin. Your schedule is only going to get hotter. Lucky bastard. You really get to perform with her soon. Appreciate it for all us average individuals who don't get a chance to be on film."

"You're the director of record, can't put yourself into the scene for a handy?"

"And ruin my rep? No, I'll stick to our clubs and get sympathy jobs thanks to this," he laughed, reaching over to tap his cane. "Sometimes I don't even need to pay for it."

"Did Musashi tell you what special reward I'd get for winning in the brawl?"

"Aside from doing a tape with her? No, he didn't, but he promised you a good reward then it'll be good. He always does a good job at getting people what they want to make them happy...happier. Be patient and it'll be coming. I'm guessing he didn't leave a deadline when you'd get the mystery package."