Cultural Note:
just a head's up; despite the fact that the story centers on a specifically Japanese meal/custom, I went with a multi-ethnic selection of Asian mobsters as our antagonists, with a Chinese 'big bad'. This was for various reasons, but mostly so I have an excuse for them to all speak in English so I don't have to mess about with a bunch of translations; and also to ignore any specific cultural details I may have been ignorant of.
All characters depicted in this work are over the age of eighteen.
It was a hot and steamy night in Beachport. Down by the docks, on the outskirts of the city's traditional Chinatown, sweltering humidity seemed to roll in from over the sloshing harbor. In a dark alley, a small man stepped out of the back of the Golden Palace Gentlemen's Club and into a festering cesspool. All around him a dark urban chasm loomed. The pavement around him was littered with stray trash and broken bottles, and lit by a single flickering incandescent bulb over the door. Dressed in an ill-fitting white suit, the man leaned against the grimy back wall of the club, directly underneath that single bare bulb, and reached into the breast pocket of his jacket to pull out a cell phone.
"Put that thing away," a melodious voice said from the shadows. "I don't care who you're planning on talking to. They can't possibly be more important than us."
From out of the darkness of the alley three voluptuous and scantily-clad figures slunk forward. Every motion of their lithe and athletic bodies spoke of perfect confidence and power. The small man gaped, his jaw dropping open - and made not a move as they bore down upon him.
On his left came the Rebel Belle, clad in her distinctive costume. This was almost entirely white - her pale legs strutting in long white thigh-boots with tall spike heels; long white opera gloves, and a tiny white bustier that struggled to contain her prodigious rack. Between her large pale breasts, joining the huge cups together, there nestled a red glowing jewel. Besides that jewel she had only two more scraps of color on her. Below, her buxom loins were clad in a pair of Confederate Flag panties, and above her gorgeous face glowered at him sultrily from behind a matching mask - and half hidden by a long spill of bright red hair.
Upon the other side on his right, meanwhile, strutted up the Scarlet Sleuth. As she sauntered forward, her exceptionally buxom curves seemed barely contained by her skimpy red bikini. She was visibly a little more mature than her comrades, yet every inch of her was flawlessly toned and exceptionally curvy. Her large rack, straining at her enormous scarlet cups, sloshed back and forth within the lapels of her shiny red jacket. Her gorgeous face smirked at him from behind a matching red mask, amidst a spill of raven-dark hair. Besides red boots and red gloves, the rest of her sleek and richly tanned flesh was on full display - and looked absolutely stunning considering how both sleek and muscular every inch of her appeared to be.
Meanwhile last but not least, from out of the darkness between them appeared the invincible Valiant Valkyrie herself. Her towering body, that of a true and literal blonde Nordic goddess, swayed with bold confidence in her trademark blue and gold bikini - and very little else. A golden belt lay cinched tight around her narrow waist, just above the dramatic swell of her hips. Her bikini was covered in a pattern of little golden double-Vs. She wore gloves and boots to match, and upon her brow a matching mask.
Soon enough, as they sauntered boldly forward and he remained frozen, the buxom champions came forward until they surrounded him on three sides - pinning him against the grimy wall of the club. The man stared in particular awe as three pairs of gigantic breasts, each clad in a distinctive skimpy superheroine top, came rolling up to slosh and sway just before him, like six enormous bowling balls threatening a last lone terrified pin. Putting their hands upon their hips, the three champions spread their legs wide and, for a few seconds, stared in expectant silence at the trapped little man.
"Well?" Rebel Belle finally snapped, harshly.
"Well what?" he asked back.
"It's time for you to spill your guts for us," Scarlet Sleuth cooed. Playing good cop, her voice came more kind than her seemingly fire-tempered redheaded colleague. "Tell us everything you know about your masters," she specified. "Unless... that is, you want to go to jail after all, Dick."
"Make it quick - and make it good," Valiant Valkyrie snapped, impatiently. Her voluptuous scantily-clad hips whipped back and forth, in her little panties - clearly upset to have to spend any time entertaining this lowlife, rather than punching thugs' heads in. "Or else!" she added.
"Such tough guy talk. Tough gal talk? Whatever..." the little figure said - rubbing his chin, and looking them over. "Yeah... Deep Dick got some info for ya broads," he said, at last. "The good stuff. But before I talk... don't I get some kind of reward?"
Scarlet Sleuth lifted her chin. "What kind of reward?" she asked, guardedly.
He glanced downwards, then back up to their faces, and grinned.
"I dunno..." he said. "Just a little taste of them hot bodies of yours, perhaps?"
"Sure," Valiant Valkyrie said sweetly, and took her hands off her hips. "Here, Dick. Have all you can handle."
A moment later, her shiny blue-and-gold boot smashed up between his legs with the force of a ten-ton steel wrecking ball. His body shot five feet up the wall, like the bell-ringer at a carnie's test-your-strength game, the top of his head missing the searing lightbulb by inches before he smashed back down to earth. He sprawled out in a groaning heap at her feet, his eyes bulging in pain.
"How's that?" Valkyrie lilted down sweetly, hands back on her fertile hips.
"Not... what... I... had... in mind..." he croaked, from somewhere down near her ankles.
"It's more reward than you deserve, given all the scummy shit we could put you away for," Rebel Belle said. She shook her finger correctively, over his sprawled and greasy body. "Now cut the shit and start talking - or else my 'reward' will make what Valkyrie just gave you seem generous indeed!"
"That's right," Scarlet Sleuth growled. "And after that a one way trip to the city jail - where you belong."
"Alright, alright," Dick said.
He slowly sat up and collapsed back against the wall... and found himself staring right at the heroines' panty-clad crotches, all lined up before him. Their hands tightened simultaneously upon their hips, on seeing where his gaze was - and even as he let a little grin spread across his lips over such a lovely view he got talking quickly, before they could make good on any of their threats.
"So here's the story, babes," he said, "Big Xiang is here, in town, in person... to supervise the imminent delivery of an entire shipping container of Warp."
Instantly, a gasp passed through their lips, and a shiver ran through the three superheroines.
While they knew Xiang only by vague reputation - his normal haunting grounds being several thousand miles away - that reputation was quite bad. But it was the second part that was far more chilling. Beachport had largely been spared the ravages of East Asia's favorite new designer drug. An entire shipping container, in the hands of a single vicious villain and his gang... the consequences for their fair city and its fine inhabitants were not worth contemplating.
