The music from the club was loud, some Snoop Dog song blaring from the speakers, half naked women prancing about, shaking their assets in people's faces. Perverts, scumbags, married men, bastards, creepy lesbians, practically anyone could be found here, at this dingy but popular nightclub.
Chicago was famous for those, perhaps.
She sat in a dimly lit corner, combat boots propped up on the low table, a smoking joint rested between her thumb and index finger. Two scantily clad women sat on either side of her, sly smirks adorning their attractive features.
She brought the joint to her lips and inhaled deeply, loving the way the smoke filled her lungs. She leaned back in her seat, blowing o's lazily. She attracted many looks from both strippers and other customers. She wasn't from around here.
She had delicate, almost doll like features that came with her Japanese heritage. Long, raven hair nearly fell to her waist, often mistaken for blue on first glance. Sleeves of tattoos littered her toned arms, collarbone, and most of her neck. Pale skin, full lips, sultry, intelligent emerald eyes. Lean, athletic build, above average height, she broke necks left and right.
How did she end up in Chicago, Illinois, so far from home? It was simple really. Japan hadn't been up to par with her business. She came to the States looking for buyers and employees that would jump start her business. It certainly did. She had these Americans lined up, practically fighting over her supply.
Of course, being so infamously popular came with a few hits on her. She was always loaded of course, packing heat in more ways than one. She was a nomad, never staying anywhere longer than six months. She traveled all over the world with her girls and her circle.
She'd already been to Amsterdam, London, Paris, Italy, and a few other countries Europe had to offer. Chicago had been pleasant so far. It's cold weather and gorgeous women served well. Seattle, Washington was next on her list. Los Angeles, San Franscico, Seattle, and Atlanta in that order were next on her list.
Her girls would love Los Angeles.
"Hey boss, sorry I'm late. Traffic was a bitch. Stupid Bulls game tonight." A tall, dark-haired woman huffed as she took a seat across from her boss.
Alex Vause was one of her most trusted smugglers. Strikingly attractive, highly intelligent, and slicker than an oil spill on an iceberg. Probably just as toxic too. She started working for her just under a year ago, and her contribution to her business was well appreciated.
"It's fine. Where are the rest of them?" Her boss asked, her deep voice sending shivers through the women sitting close to her. One of the girls inched her hand up her thigh, dangerously close to her groin. She swatted it away, drawing forth a pout from said girl.
"Right here."
Karen "Blue" Hernandez was a sneaky little fuck. Crossed the Mexican/American border more times than one could count. Did it for fun too. She was small, attractive, and had wavy brown hair. Strong Columbian accent, sharp tongued, and one of the fastest little shits the boss had ever seen.
Used to run track in high school before she dropped out to be a dope dealer. Natsuki valued her contribution as well.
Rocky Williams could lift about a hundred pounds without batting an eyelash. Tall, dark skinned, also very attractive and intelligent. Didn't speak much. More of the silent and brooding type if anything. Her cold grey eyes burned holes into the ground in which she stared at.
Last but not least was Yuuki, Nao. Nao had been Natsuki's childhood friend. Probably the best pickpocket in all of Japan. She could snatch the pants off of a broad and she'd not notice a damn thing until the breeze blew. Cellphones and laptops were her preferred objects, but she'd been known to car jack and break and enter. Followed her to the States, claiming Japan was boring and the guys were twats.
"What's the deal?" Nao asked as she plopped down and began filing her nails. Where she got the damn filer, nobody knew.
Natsuki cleared her throat. "Got a few potential buyers hanging around the downtown district. Crips. Holding large amounts of cash and are very interested in our services. Head down there and see what they're about. Vause." She said, drawing the girl's full attention.
"You're in charge. Yuuki, find a roof and stay posted. There's a SV98 sitting in the back of my car. You'll find it useful."
Nao wolf wished. "Can't wait till I get my hands on that thing,"
"Blue, you standby and be ready to bounce if you need too. Rocky will back you up. Understood?"
They all nodded. "Good, now get on it."
She'd been ready to go before another stripper plopped down on her lap and began grinding herself down, using Natsuki's shoulders as leverage. "Who's this from?"
The red-head smirked. "You looked a little tense, so I thought I'd come and relieve some pressure. Free of charge."
Before she could get any farther, Natsuki effortlessly lifted the girl off her lap, just as a cup of water was splashed in her face. The perpetrator strutted off before she could do anything, and she sighed audibly.
The red-head raised an eyebrow. "Friend of yours?"
"That's my wife..."
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"Ma, mom's mad again."
"Yeah, she's pissed. What'd you do this time?"
Ignoring her daughters looks of amusement, she plopped down on the couch. She sighed fondly as they sat on either side of her, wearing identical smiles as they rested their heads on her shoulders.
Kira and Kaya were her beautiful, teenage twin girls. Kira was the elder of the two, by eight minutes. They were both petite, pale skinned, chestnut haired, green eyed beauties. Natsuki wrapped both of her arms around their shoulders as she kissed the top of their heads.
It was a little challenging for the, moving so often, leaving behind friends and girlfriends so often, but they loved traveling with their parents. Their mother, Shizuru, was a brilliant chemist. The stunning woman fell in love with chemistry during her high school years and had pursued it in her university years, graduating top of her class. She had already developed concoctions that cured hair loss, eczema, and shampoos that eliminated lice and dandruff.
"Where's your mom?" Natsuki asked.
"Dining room. Good luck." They said in unison.
She sighed. Damn would she need it.
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Co-authored with Killah Clouds, you might recognize her writing style. I'm back bitches. - Indicaa