Welcome! I've put quite a bit of thought into this story, so I hope you enjoy it!
"Hey, Roger!"
"What is it, Kana?"
A short, young woman with brown and pink hair and tight clothes walked up to Roger, who was sitting at his desk. She leaned over on the light mahogany and smiled at the man. He smirked up at her and sighed and she grinned wider. "Who's dick do I have to suck to get that Tokyo transfer?" Roger chuckled and looked at the files.
"That would be Jenson's," he said, pointing to an office in the corner. Kana smiled and walked off in that direction.
Kurakana Fujioka was a highly intelligent informant for the richest and most powerful people ever. Known worldwide, she never failed to have an assignment that brought her interest. She was also a very sensual young lady who was willing to do anything for the highest job. She walked to the door and knocked lightly. When granted entrance, she strutted in with a smile. Jenson Thomas looked up at the girl and smirked.
"Let me guess," he drawled, "you want to talk about the Tokyo transfer, right?" Kana grinned and sat in the chair and crossed her slender legs.
"Yes, actually," she said. Jenson sighed.
"You do realize I already gave it to Marker, right?" Kana chuckled and shifted in her chair.
"Otherwise I would not still be here," she said. "Let me have the assignment." Jenson rubbed his forehead in exasperation.
"I can't just give you a job after it's been assigned, Kana," he said. Kana rolled her eyes and got up onto the desk, sitting on it with her legs still crossed seductively.
"You can," she said softly. "You and I both know that I'm not leaving this office until you reassign that job." She stared the man down and he held her stare as best as he could, but when she flashed her eyes and moved her arm forward a bit, showing a little of her cleavage, Jenson broke.
"Fine," he said, putting his hands up. "I'll give you the job and send Marker to Italy instead." Kana giggled and flipped over the desk, still sitting in front of the man. He placed his hand on her left knee and rubbed it softly. "There is, of course, something I'd like you to do for me, if you would." Kana smirked again and slid off the desk and onto the man's lap. He sighed as she rubbed against his covered member. She leaned down towards his neck and he captured her lips in a heated kiss. Kana moaned and moved against the man, battling his tongue for dominance, but already knowing that she would lose that battle.
Jenson suddenly picked the girl up and bent her, face-down, over his desk. She moaned in surprise and turned her head to look at him. He smirked down at her and began to undo her jeans slowly. Once he got them off, he stared in familiar pleasure and lust at the full and firm ass that the girl had.
Like any sane female, Kana prided herself on two specific things: her hair and her ass. According to the multiple varieties of men that she'd been with, her ass was just fantastic and perfect.
Kana felt Jenson's hands rest on her rump and she felt a pressure against the entrance. There was suddenly the pain of intrusion and Kana had to bite her lip not to cry out in pain. Kana had learned, in her years of multiple men, they always hesitated when they heard the girl cry in pain. So, Kana eventually learned how to disguise the pain sounds as pleasurable moans. As Jenson thrust into the girl at a fast pace, she moaned as quietly as she could stand to. She didn't need Roger or anyone to hear what was happening.
It only took about ten minutes for Jenson to finish. He pulled out of her and came onto her back, making her arch her back.
When the two got back to their senses, Jenson cleaned Kana's back with a moist towel and then gave her capris back. She got dressed again and Jenson put his arms around her and kissed her neck again. "I'm really gonna miss that ass of yours," he said in a low voice. Kana giggled and hugged the man back.
"I'll miss you too," she said as she squirmed out of his grasp and grabbed her bag. She walked towards the door and turned her head. "I'll see you in a couple years!"
…..
"Did you want to see me, Shiki-san?" Izaya Orihara asked cheerfully. Shiki looked up at his best informant and smirked a little.
"I did," he said. "I have some news for you." Izaya grinned and sat on the couch. "You'll be getting a new assigned partner for an upcoming job. He'll be here in a week." Izaya's eyebrows furrowed slightly and he laughed softly.
"Shiki-san, I do enjoy your jokes, but this one isn't really that funny," he said. Shiki frowned a bit and sat next to the raven-haired man.
"It isn't a joke," he assured. "For this job, you'll need a partner. For once, broker, you can't do it alone. I'm going to have you on the field this time and you'll need the extra help.
Izaya inwardly sighed, but nodded. "Fine, then. Just let me know when he gets here, won't you?" Shiki chuckled and nodded.
"Of course, my informant."
…..
Kurakana sighed and looked around the airport. She was nervous as all hell, but she continued looking for her ride. She soon found a young man with red hair who held a sign that said Fujioka, K. Kana smiled and walked over to the man. He looked down at her and crooked his brow.
"Can I help you?" he asked. Kana giggled and nodded.
"You can if you're looking for Kurakana Fujioka," she replied sweetly. The man's eyes lit up a bit and he smiled.
"I am," he said. "Please come with me." He held out a hand and Kana nodded.
"Thank you," she said, following the man. He led her to a black car and let her into the backseat.
The second he opened the door, however, Kana was grabbed roughly and yanked into the car. She felt a rag being shoved under her nose while she struggled and attempted to scream. The man who had led her to the car was smirking at her as her vision blurred and she passed out.
…..
When Kana finally came to, she was still in the car, but she was in front of a building that, on the outside, seemed like nothing more than an old apartment space. She looked around at the men and glared. "Was there a reason for that?" she asked angrily.
"Shiki's orders were to not show you where the base is," the red-haired man said. "Not yet." Kana sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly.
"I can understand that," she started, "but was chlorophorgm really necessary?" The men chuckled and let her out of the car, leading her inside. They eventually got to a large room that had very elegant decorations. There was a beautiful leather couch with two white loveseats that surrounded a small cedar coffee table. The men left Kana in the room alone and she sat down on one of the loveseats. She found a little rubix cube on the table and she grabbed it, beginning to play with it.
"That cube is fixed, you know?" a deep male voice suddenly whispered behind the woman. Kana jumped and turned to look at a man who wore a white suit that was unbuttoned a little, showing his chest. "I had it fixed so no one would be able to figure it out." Kana smirked a little and lifted the cube to the man's face. Low and behold, it was completely solved. Shiki furrowed his bros and looked at the woman.
"It's only unsolvable for a dumb person," she said smugly. "You must be Shiki-san." The man smirked and sat on the couch across from the woman.
"You know," he said, "I had been expecting a grown man for my new informant. I never imagined it being a girl who looks no older than nineteen."
"I'm 21," she said flatly.
"Are you? How lovely. Not to mention a beautiful young lady like yourself has managed to become a high-class informant. Did you know that there are only two of you on Earth?"
"Really? That's interesting."
"Isn't it?" Shiki and Kana suddenly heard a mechanic sound and they looked towards the elevator. "Ah, here he is now." Kana waited for the door to open and, when it did, her heart stopped for a couple beats. A handsome young man with raven black hair walked in, well, more like strutted in, and he sat on the other loveseat. He wore a brown coat with fur trim and had on black clothes underneath. He turned his head to look at the woman next to him and he smirked.
"Nice to see you again, Shiki-san," he said with a voice as smooth as milk. Kana looked down at the floor, nervous as to where this was going exactly. She looked up at Shiki with intense eyes.
"This isn't a solo job," she said quietly, "is it?" Shiki chuckled and shook his head.
"I'm afraid not, my dear," he laughed. "This is Izaya Orihara. He will be your partner." Out of the corner of her eye, Kana could see Izaya's head turn so fast towards her, it looked as though he'd been slapped.
"Surely you're joking, Shiki-san," he said with a fake smile. "I, being the highest working informant you have, need to work with a simple little girl?" Kana chuckled to herself and looked over at Izaya in annoyance.
"Simple, am I?" she asked. She looked over at Shiki and the man smirked.
"Izaya," he said smoothly, "this is Kurakana Fujioka, the second highest informant in the world. You've heard of her, I believe." Izaya's face dropped, but only for a second. He soon smiled and looked at Kana with a grin.
"Well then," he said, "if you're going to be my partner, I do have high expectations for you." Kana smirked and looked at her nails.
"Same to you, Orihara-san," she said with a wicked little smile. "I look forward to doing business with you." Izaya quirked an eyebrow and nodded. Shiki got up out of his couch and shook the two informants' hands.
"Good luck," he said as he left them alone.
Once they were alone, Izaya looked over at Kana and grinned again. "So," he said, "you're the other highest-class informant? How old are you anyway?"
"I'm 21," Kana said, flashing her little smile, "and yourself?"
"I'm 23," he said. Kana chuckled to herself and stood up. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to my apartment," Kana said. "First, I'm going to need either your address or your phone number so I can contact you tomorrow morning. I want to get this job done as soon as possible." Izaya smirked and also stood, pulling his phone out.
"Here," he said slyly, handing it to her. "Take one of mine. I'm sure it'll be easier than having to exchange all of my numbers."
"How many phones do you have?"
"13." Kana's brows raised and she shrugged, taking the phone.
"Thanks," she said softly.
"My number is the first on the contact list, so don't worry." Izaya walked closer to her and leaned in so he was merely an inch from her face. "I look forward to working with you, Kurakana. Please don't hesitate to call me first thing tomorrow."
Kana served him one of her sweet-as-sugar smiles and turned, leaving the informant in both awe and amusement.
So, what do you think? I have a lot of plans for this story, so it should be a good one.