The Misadventures of Josh

Part XI Character Refresher:

- Josh's Girls

o Allison: Head of the household.

o Beckie: Allison's BFF and head of J-Drop business.

o Callie: Charles' daughter.

o Jeniffer: Josh's daughter.

o Mikaela: Mayor's bratty daughter.

o Natalie: Tattoo-parlor owner.

o Rina: Callie's cousin.

o Kimi: Rina's twin sister.

o Elena: Maria's daughter.

- Josh's Collaborators

o Dana: Trust-fund manager.

o Alice: San Francisco Mayor.

o Maria: Wife of local studio head.

o Sister Emilia: Trusted sister of the local religious center.

- Sluts

o Lainy AKA Slut One: FBI forensic accountant imbedded in Dana's firm.

o Julia AKA Slut Two: FBI field agent.

o Anya AKA Slut Three: FBI field agent imbedded with the Russian cartels.

- Antagonists / Others

o Domingo: San Francisco drug-lord.

o Sevana: Previous head of production and distribution for Domingo.

o Davis: Dirty San Francisco police officer.

o Mateo: Maria's husband and local studio head.

Chapter 11

Aggressive Negotiations

Yukina slumped into the airplane seat, one leg dangling over the armrest into the aisle, her gum popping loudly between bouts of noisy chewing. She flicked her head to get the dyed blonde hair out of her face, giving a disinterested look at everyone else who crowded onto the plane. Only a few pervs glanced at her exposed panties, her pleated skirt rolled so high that it barely covered them even when standing.

She hated it here. Not just the plane, but this place. People were so damn meek. No one had the balls to do anything more than dart a few nervous glances before slinking away, hiding their tiny boners.

That didn't necessarily mean that she hated all of it though. It was easy to find horny losers who'd pay her good cash for a little thrill. They'd drool and paw at her and then retreat with nothing but a disgusted grunt from her. Still, they'd rain cash down in the vain hope that she'd let them stick their little dicks in her. They always disappear once they were done. Not that it mattered, as she'd clean them out before ever letting it get that far.

Guys could only be trusted as long as she withheld the pussy. Once they had it, they were gone. She'd learned that a long time ago. All they were good for was some cash and, maybe, a tiny orgasm if they knew what they were doing. Which they rarely did.

"Put your leg down," her mother hissed, slapping her leg and pulling it back down. "What is wrong with you? Don't you have any shame?"

Better that than be a raging alcoholic. What would her mother know about shame, considering she was usually too sloshed to do anything.

"Nope," Yukina said, a pop of her gum emphasizing her point. "Who gives a fuck anyway?"

Her mother visibly bristled at the back talk, but she kept her voice low as more passengers boarded. "I care, and so should you. Now, because of you, we have to leave Japan and live with your father."

Right, this mythical 'father' character she'd only ever seen in photos. Always off doing 'business' in some other country. And how was it her fault? It wasn't like she'd made them the family pariah. For all their talk of family and honor, boy had they been far too quick to dump them when things got tough.

"God, why do either of you care? Just go without me, why the fuck do I have to come?"

"Because...," her mother started, lowering her voice as a few eyes glanced over. "Because you need to finish school."

"Says you," Yukina said, blowing another pink bubble which popped loudly. "I was doing fine on my own. Now I need to find a new sugar daddy. Thanks."

"You are impossible," her mother said with a huff. She pulled the menu from the seat back, undoubtedly poring over the alcohol options.

"Order me one too," Yukina said, turning her head to check out the buff guy who'd just given her an appreciative nod. Probably too young to be loaded though.

"No."

"Fine, I'll get one myself. A quick blowie and I'll be set for the flight."

"What did I do to be cursed with a daughter like you?" her mother mumbled.

Yukina eyed the older flight attendant with a bit of a gut. He probably didn't see much action. She tucked her feet under her, giving him a good view of her G-string. His eyes kept darting over, seemingly afraid of getting caught. On one glance, she caught his eye. She poked her tongue into the side of her cheek in the universal 'I'll suck your dick' motion that made him burst into sweat. She nodded her head toward the lavatory and signaled 'five' with her hand. He gave a nervous nod, wiped his brow, and proceeded to hyperventilate.

Guys were so fucking easy.

###

Maria leaned over the toilet and spat out the remains of her husband's cum, crinkling her nose at the bitter flavor. He wasn't half the man Mister Josh was, nor was his cum nearly as intoxicating, but she still had to take care of him from time to time to keep up the charade. Hopefully old age would catch up to him soon and spare her from having to do more than the occasional blowjob to keep him happy.

Maybe she could get someone to start an affair with him, then she wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. Who though? The on-air talent wouldn't lower themselves to it, and any of the cute interns were already flagged for Mister Josh's use.

How nice it must be to be Mister Josh's exclusive hole. To know there would only ever be one cock that would be allowed inside.

Her pussy drooled at the thought of being pounded into a mattress, her teeth clamped around the sheets while she milked Mister Josh's thick cock for all his cum.

"Maria," Mateo said from the other side of the bathroom door, "don't forget we are having dinner with Mister Heso tonight. So..."

"Si, si, I know," Maria said, standing up and wiping her lips. Mister Heso was an important producer for a Japanese company that Mateo had been working hard to build a relationship with, and this was his chance to lock in a partnership. Giving him an eyeful, letting him get a few squeezes in, and the deal would be done. "I'll be charming, as always."

"Gracias, baby," Mateo said.

###

Maria covered her grimace with a hand and a giggle as Hanso Heso squeezed her ass again, his fingers playing along the hem of her skirt, already dangerously short and showing off the tops of her stockings. The man was all hands, but he was already four drinks in and still playing it coy with the deal.

"I hear your kids are going to be joining you here," Maria said, taking a sip of the champagne as Hanso's hand continued to squeeze her ass.

"Kid," he corrected, downing the rest of his drink. "She's coming over with my wife. She's... a handful."

"Do you need any help getting her into school?" Mateo offered from the other side of the standing table. "Middle of the year transfers can be difficult to manage, especially for international students."

"I'd appreciate it." Hanso tipped his cup as Maria refilled it. "And I appreciate you. You have a beautiful wife."

Maria giggled dutifully while stroking Hanso's leg. At least he wasn't fat and sweaty like some of Mateo's other business partners.

"You are a lucky man, Mateo. Such a lovely wife."

"Surely, your wife must be quite the looker," Maria said, pressing her chest into his arm. "I can't imagine someone like you with just a plain girl on his arm."

"Ah, she's alright," he said with a shrug. "Arranged marriage. We hardly see each other these days."

Probably had a bunch of mistresses to keep him company though.

"Why don't you just divorce her?"

"Nah, nah, can't do that. Her father is CEO of TNN, Tokyo News Network, and the primary sponsor for my company. Have to keep it up, for appearances if for no other reason."

"Speaking of business," Mateo finally segued into the topic. "Have you given any more thoughts to expanding your production here in San Francisco?"

"Well, let's just say... I could be persuaded," he said with a grin and another squeeze of Maria's ass.

###

The faint burn of the wine as it slid down Akiko's throat made her sigh, that pleasant haze settling back in. Shepherding Yukina halfway across the world to a place where neither of them spoke the language had been a miserable experience. And Yukina had done her best to make the trip as unbearable as possible. Akiko didn't even want to think about why Yukina had been out of her seat so frequently.

What had happened to that cute little girl in pigtails all those years ago? Replaced now with a blonde brat who hung out with all the wrong people. Drugs. Fights. Every day was something new with her. It had gotten so bad that the private school had kicked her out.

And her family... ugh. Everything Yukina did was Akiko's fault.

Yukina didn't get good grades? Akiko's fault.

Yukina was caught drinking? Bad parenting.

It was never Hanso's fault. Oh no, certainly not his fault. It was a mother's duty. He was providing for them. Not that he was ever around. She'd seen him perhaps twice since the arranged marriage. Once for the wedding, and then once when Yukina was born.

And that was her fault too, apparently. A good wife would have found a way to keep her husband home. A real woman would have taken care of her household. A good mother would have controlled her child.

Why was it all on her?

Akiko sniffled and took another swig, emptying the glass.

And speaking of the little strumpet, here she was, sauntering back from the bathroom like she hadn't been gone for ten minutes... in the men's room. Wiping her lips like she hadn't done something shameful.

And then there was the man behind the bar, who just so happened to leave the bathroom, pour her a drink and leave it with a wink.

That self-satisfied smacking of Yukina's lips as she sipped her drink made Akiko want to slap the drink from her hands.

"You aren't supposed to be drinking here," Akiko hissed at her, trying unsuccessfully to take the glass from her. It was hard to see exactly where it was.

"What are they going to do? Send me home?" Yukina countered, turning away and taking another sip, probably spreading her legs for anyone in the bar to see her underwear. If she was even wearing any.

Sometimes she just wanted to throttle her.

Screw it.

Akiko pointed at her drink when the waiter came back. He dutifully refilled it, asking something that she couldn't understand.

"Ah, eto, no, eh, Inglisu." Was that right? Whatever, he'd figure out she couldn't understand him.

She placed down a $20 bill, which the man took without another word.

Weren't they supposed to give change? The listed price was $18. And why was all her money gone? How many drinks had she had? She should have brought more cash.

"I'm so fucking done with this place," Yukina said with a sigh, putting down her empty glass. "Let's just go."

Like it was that easy. They'd been here for hours now waiting for their luggage. The overweight man at the desk had kept saying 'wait' in his very limited Japanese while dozens of irate fliers snaked around the luggage area. Some unknown number of drinks later, and the situation hadn't changed at all.

"And what is your plan, hm?" Akiko asked, wobbling in her seat. "We don't have any clothes whatsoever, the Japanese cards were all cancelled, and our cash is running low."

"Not my fault you won't suck some dick for booze. And who asked you to get drunk anyway?"

She oughta slap the bitch right out of her.

"Maybe some of us have enough self-respect not to be absolute whores," she spat, swaying in her seat as the world spun around her.

"Whores get paid," Yukina said with a shrug. "Not like you'd know anything about that. All you do is get spoon-fed by Hanso. You'll have to tell me how you managed to do that by only giving up the pussy once. Not that I'd go that route. Getting dick is fun."

Tears stung Akiko's eyes at what a disgrace her daughter was. Where had she gone wrong? All she'd ever wanted was for Yukina to be successful. She'd sacrificed so much to get her the best tutors, send her to the best schools, and have her join the best after-school programs.

Akiko drained the drink, barely feeling the burning sensation now.

What did she have to show for all her hard work? A daughter who hated her, a husband she never saw, and a loveless marriage of convenience. She was a social pariah now, all because of Yukina. None of the other families had this problem. All because they had a father-figure to keep their kids in line. But Hanso had left them to fend for themselves, only ever sending money back. As if that could make things better.

"Come on, mom. Let's just go. We can get clothes later."

"Why?" Akiko asked, her head hanging low as she sniffled. "Why do you hate me?"

***

Yukina groaned as her mother fell into her usual drunken stupor. They'd already skated by 'happy' drunk and then 'angry' drunk hours ago, and now they were at 'self-loathing' and 'weepy' drunk.

"Pull yourself together, mom," Yukina said as she got up. "How much cash do you have?"

"All I ever wanted was for you to be happy," Akiko cried softly.

"Yeah, yeah. Up we go." Yukina laboriously got her mother to stand, all while she swayed and blubbered on.

"Was it because of your father? It wasn't your fault, Yukina. He left us both."

"Oh my god, mom. I don't even know him. Why the fuck would I care? Besides, I had plenty of sugar daddies. I was spoiled for choice."

"No! Your daddy isn't supposed to fuck you!"

Back to angry drunk. At least this version of her mom knew how to swear. That was always fun. "But what if I want my daddies to fuck me?" Yukina teased as she carried her mother out of the bar.

"No! You fuck your husband! Once! Then never see him again!" Akiko burst into sobs, drawing more attention to them as they hobbled their way toward a taxi stand.

At least, Yukina assumed it was a taxi stand. People were lined up and yellow cars were taking folks away, though none of the drivers wore suits or white gloves. She really should have studied up on America.

The line moved rapidly, even as her mother continued her drunken ramblings about the importance of family, honor, and... wearing sensible shoes? She seemed to have gone off on a tangent somewhere. Not that Yukina cared to course-correct her as she manhandled her into the cab.

The driver asked something and then looked at her expectantly.

Yukina checked her mother's purse, finding a little note that she passed to the driver. He gave it a glance and then asked something again. He pointed at the dollar sign and tapped it.

Fuck, she really should have studied English.

Yukina pulled the remaining bills from the purse, pausing upon realizing there were only two left. She sighed. Her mother was such a lush.

The guy shook his head and tapped the sign again, holding up ten fingers.

Yukina rooted around in the purse but found nothing helpful. Returning her attention to the growingly irritated driver, she held up a finger for him to wait. She then rummaged around in her bra and pulled out a condom. She pointed it at it with a questioning look.

The driver's eyes glanced at her tits, then back at her before nodding eagerly and taking off.

Even in America, guys were easy.

###

Patrons at the bar sat packed like sardines, shoulder to shoulder with barely enough room for someone to squeeze in and place an order. Three harried bartenders moved with hardly a pause, pouring drinks and mixing as quickly as they could, with more orders piling up.

Pop music played above, the lilting Spanish voices carrying the tunes and saying... something. Josh really had no idea what they were singing, but they sounded nice. It had a nice rhythm with solid bass, moving the hips of all the dance patrons on the floor.

While not the most accomplished of dancers, Josh had certainly spent enough time at the clubs in his younger years to know how to move.

...more than some of these other guys at least. A bunch of them were basically just dry humping their dates. The ladies didn't seem particularly impressed.

That wasn't a problem for Josh though, as Maria was burning down the place, rolling her shoulders and swinging her hips like she owned the joint. They'd part for only a moment, moving to the rhythm before finding one another again and falling back into step.

Maria's dazzling smile could set any man's heart ablaze, but it was only for him. She laughed and gyrated, pressing herself against him before flittering away, waiting for him to chase after. He'd catch her hand, spinning her into a dip and then dancing in lockstep, her eyes locked onto his.

Maria hip-checked a young buck who'd gotten a bit handsy with her, falling back into the safety of Josh's arms as the man stumbled off in search for more receptive quarry. She was far too much woman for that guy to handle.

Josh wrapped his arms around her as she backed up into him, her hips grinding into his erection. He brought his lips down to her supple neck, which she offered with a happy sigh.

"Feeling better, Maria?" he asked as he nuzzled her ear.

"I haven't felt like this in ages," she moaned, running her hand through his hair. "Mateo never takes me dancing anymore."

"Maybe he can't keep up anymore?"

Maria gave a throaty chuckle, pressing her ass against him. "Not like you, Mister Josh. All he ever wants is to play business these days. That's why I need a lover like you in my life. I never knew what I was missing until I felt you throbbing inside my thirsty pussy."

Josh rested his hands on her hips, pulling her against him tighter. She squirmed against him, rubbing his erection through his pants, captured between her velvety cheeks.

"Well, seems she could use another drink," Josh teased.

Maria's deep moan rumbled through her. She cast a lusty glance over her shoulder and nodded her head toward the bathrooms. Taking his hand in hers, she made her way through the crowd, her juicy hips swinging tantalizingly beneath that tight skirt.

***

Bass pumped throughout the club, covering whispered conversations. Dim lights obscured groping hands and grinding bodies. The hallway to the bathrooms was shrouded in darkness, hidden away from the main floor. Few patrons wandered in and out, none paying any attention to the occasional couple disappearing into the stalls.

Maria pulled Josh into the second stall, locking her lips onto his before he could even shut the door. She groaned into his mouth as his hands caressed and squeezed her ass, pulling her short skirt higher.

She tugged at his belt, loosening it as he nibbled on her earlobe, sending that familiar tingling sensation down her spine. Her lusty pants grew deeper as his hands finally grabbed the bare skin of her ass.

"Yes!" she hissed as he pulled aside her thong, exposing her drooling womanhood to the air. "Fuck me, Mister Josh! Fuck your slut!"

Maria tugged down his pants as he lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wasting no time in sliding his hot cock into her burning pussy. One savage thrust was all it took to bury him fully inside her quivering tunnel.

"Si, papacito," Maria cried into his chest as she bounced on his cock, her insides sloshing with how wet she was. "Quiero que me cojas! Fuck my pussy! I need you!"

Josh's growl made her insides quiver. He hammered into her, shaking the stall she was pressed against. If there were other patrons around, they didn't seem to care.

"Such a thirsty slut," Josh grunted. He readjusted his grip and thrust hard, burying himself deep inside. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Si!" she squealed, her legs pulling him in tight as she rolled her hips against him. "Just like this! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep!"

"Careful what you wish for," Josh said with a grin.

Maria's eyes rolled up, her mouth gaping in a silent scream as he jackhammered into her deepest parts.