Chapter Eight: Steamy Situations.
She couldn't believe it.
A Commercial?!
"But my arm, I mean … these cuts aren't very representative…!"
With guilt she held her upper arm, lightly touching the cuts and bruises but Goldfinger just gave her a short smile like it wasn't a big deal at all.
"You don't have to worry; they won't be seen in the end; like your tattoos, they don't fit into our ad campaign. I got one of the best teams of editors for this job, so don't bother your beautiful head too much."
Kimiko watched the director in disbelieve.
His hair was tied together messily so his pepper and salt glimmered in the daylight. For his age, he was a quite good looking man, even if he wasn't exactly her type of man.
Therefore, he was too much of a good guy. To his wife, who wasn't a very young model or something in that manner, he was married since Collage and Kimiko remembered an article where he had given an interview about his children.
In this moment, she realized something she hadn't felt for long and it bothered her.
Jealousy. Yes. She was jealous of him.
"When was the last time I felt so happy about anything?"
She asked herself in silence, eying the sand between her toes.
"I know this may sounds too curious but how did you get these?" Goldfinger began but before the black haired hitman could even open her mouth she heard a voice she didn't liked at all.
"Even if it was extremely cruel of these punks to destroy her flawless skin because of her money we should give our best to not let it bother todays shoot. It's a huge assignment and this fragrance will be the new flagship of this designer brand so it's an honor for us. We will do anything to make it irresistible and unique for the costumers all over the world."
The black haired woman stifled the feeling of throwing up at how Ota was talking like he was concerned.
Coming back from the make-up trailer, the blonde artist was wearing an elegant white shirt, which hung wide open and some matching dark blue trousers.
He swayed the sports jacket over one of his shoulders and walked towards Kimiko with his angelic smile as if he was strolling along the streets. The oil on his abs was shimmering and Kimiko couldn't deny the fact, that that was an extremely exciting view.
He was a model after all and of course he had been photographed a lot of times in his career, so it wasn't a big deal but it's quite a difference between seeing someone looking sexy in a magazine or TV-Spot and standing in front of an oiled and well trained man.
"You should go now, honey, or we will take too much time. You know how it works – time is money so hurry up."
With slap on her butt Ota gesticulated her towards the make-up artists who were now giggling.
In this moment Baba, who had been sitting a few steps away from them tensed up.
Would she kill his friend right here and now or later, when there would be no witnesses?
The angelic smile hid the truth perfectly for the unknown people but the long haired thief could easy recognizes the challenge glimmering in the amber colored eyes, and so could the young woman. To his amazement, Kimiko smiled mischievously and blinked before heading towards the trailer.
"Damn, this lucky fool." Baba thought before starting FaceTime with the mobster in Hong Kong.
"Sor, I can't tie her to my arm, even if I'd enjoy it…. She is a human being after all."
"But what if she had run away, or killed someone unauthorized? She also could have been killed, even if I don't think this is an easy task. Can't you understand how much she's worth…"
The mobster spoke calm and cold as ever, sitting straight in his Hong Kong office but immediately he was interrupted.
"…for whom Sor? Our little organization or for you?"
The man with a thing for hats asked curious.
"The ice dragons and my position in it, idiot! With a higher position in the ice dragons, our organization would steadily get bigger. So don't be ridiculous and talk about things you have no clue about."
Soryu tried to brush it off but if there was something Baba knew, than how things worked between a man and a woman, and there was definitely something going on.
"Yeah of course."
In this moment Baba couldn't trust his eyes.
Slightly waved, her long black hair fell down her shoulders and back melting into the flawless thin fabric of her dress, which was clinging onto her body because of the oil on her also flawless skin.
Without hesitation she walked towards Baba who snapped back into reality by the question, asked the mobster on the screen of his MacBook.
"What are you staring at?"
In this Moment Kimiko appeared next to Babas stool and flopped onto the sand.
When she realized Baba was FaceTiming with Soryu Oh, her whole body tensed.
"Hello." she murmured and the brown haired thief could have sworn that there was suddenly an almost invisible touch of blush appearing on her cheeks before she turned to Baba.
"You should go and relax today, we will spend the whole day with filming so there will be no need for you to be around. Ota is still here…"
The last sentence left her lips teeth-gnashingly but she left without waiting for an answer.
"What was that on her arm?"
Soryu's face was even colder than before and the tone in his voice hammered his anger home to Baba.
"Okay, obviously you're not able to take care for her. I'll contact Ryosuke… "
"Hey, come down okay? It doesn't even make sense to do so. Tonight we will stay on board of Boss's private yacht until the Jet is fixed. There won't be any other men than me and Ota and maybe the crew so everything will be safe from now on."
And with that, the charming thief decided to close his laptop without waiting for an answer and followed the black haired woman until he had caught up with her in the way.
"You really think I'd miss this chance? I thought you'd be smarter."
The smile on his face was annoying her a bit;
not because of the fact that he would be watching everything but because of the fact she didn't wanted be close to Ota while work.
It was already getting dark when the director set everything up for the last scene.
Kimiko was tired, drenched and hungry.
From the near forests towards a little waterfall they had filmed and photographed every scene until they reached the beach again.
Baba had left an hour ago, saying that he would get everything ready for leaving but with that he didn't mean to go back to Tokyo, he meant to go to the big wigs private yacht for the next few days.
"Great," she thought sitting wrapped up in a towel under a tent, waiting for the light and camera team to get ready "alone and locked up with Mr. Flirtatious and this freaky artist. Great circumstances. It's like they want me to throw him overboard in thin slices."
The whole day she had tried to avoid Ota's presence as far as she could, but since the whole idea of the fragrances campaign was very sensual and tempting they had to act very intimate.
Not that she didn't liked the fact at all, since he was an excellent model, passionate and hardworking, not again talking about his well-toned body, but he was Ota Kisaki, and his real character wasn't as kind or even angelic as he pretended to be.
He was manipulative and even if Soryu might be the most criminal and scariest of them all and the C.E.O. the most aggressive, she thought he would be capable of more… scheming ways of cruelness.
"Let's go!" Goldfinger screamed and so Kimiko stood up from her stool.
She almost hopped towards the beach; well at least it looked like it because of her almost feathery movement.
Even if she wasn't a high fashion model like Ota, her reputation was excellent and until now, everyone who had worked with her, tried to book her again.
"Great! Excellent! Keep it up!" shouted Goldfinger from his stool.
The cameraman was circuited around her like the mosquitos but to her, nothing didn't matter besides the fact, that she wanted this farce to end.
She breathed in the fresh, almost cooling breeze of the ocean.
Aware of the presence behind her, she naturally bends her head to the side, allowing Ota to fulfill his job.
She let out a little gasp when Ota began to lay his hands onto her waist, caressing it with his palms through the thin fabric of the dress, which was now wet and stuck to her body even more than before.
The sensation of feeling his warm hands through the cold wetness of her dress was sending a shiver down her spine.
Literally everywhere on her body was sand but the fact, that the blonde man behind her loosened his touch by shoving all of her hair to one side before he began to place soft kisses along her shoulders towards her neck made her ignore everything else.
"More Passion! You're supposed to don't need anything else than each other!" Goldfinger called from his seat, when the cameraman began to take a close up from Kimikos face.
She closed her eyes and threw her head back which was taken as an invitation by the artist.
Without saying anything he began to use his tongue on her skin, placing hot, wet kisses instead of the soft ones which were supposed in the concept.
Instinctive she began to turn around, looking deep into the amber eyes of his, which hid the fact that he was still challenging her so well for the cameras.
Still caressing her sides with his soft hands, he pushed his body against hers which was responded by her immediately.
Kimiko slung her arms around his neck, sinking her right hand into his soft, blonde locks while she used her left to grab his muscular upper arm. Her breasts pressed onto his oily chest, she began to push his head towards hers and Ota didn't hesitate another second to cover her lips with his.
"Excellent! Great! Keep on going!"
The voice of the director wasn't clear and loud before, at least not in Kimiko's head.
She couldn't stand the man in front of and still; she had been so desperate for the touch of a man lately that this act of fake affection made her legs become weak.
Nothing more than pure physical attraction made her lips part slightly aroused when he began to caress her body with his hands. Her mind was already dizzy but it seemed like Ota was using this for himself. His hot lips left hers only to press them onto her throat and neck again, blowing hot and moist air against the spots to increase her sensation.
"You're a naughty pet…"
His husky voice couldn't be heard by the cameraman next to them but she could understand everything he whispered.
"Wagging your tail for someone else than your owner…maybe I should teach you some loyalty tonight and make myself your master…"
In that moment Kimiko's senses snapped back to reality.
Without hesitation she pulled his head back up with gentle force, attacking has neck as well.
Obviously Ota hadn't seen this coming and so he breathed out a surprised moan.
Kimikos face changed into her mischievous smile while she caressed Ota's body with her hands and lips. With her nails she gently scratched over is chest, causing him small goosebumps. Even if it looked like they were burning for each other, the black haired woman counted the seconds to the end.
There was a difference between making out with someone you don't know and even don't want to know and making out with someone who is a total jerk.
"Aaand, that's it! Great job everybody." Goldfinger called out, clapping his hands and walking straight towards the two models.
"Ota, you haven't exaggerated when you told me she would be perfect for this idea. It's like you promised she has something special and in about three weeks we can celebrate this feast of sensuality at the premier." "I'm looking forward to it." Kimiko bowed while taking the silk bathrobe from one of the staff girls. "Yes, we can't wait to see the masterpiece. It'll be a great premier." Ota wore his angelic smile again, hiding his true emotions
After saying goodbye to the crew and Goldfinger, Kimiko wanted nothing more to be as far away from the blonde artist as she could.
Not that she would deny he was hot – no one could that, but he was the type of guy she would never lay her fingers on even in her drunk nights out.
The black haired woman could handle her men easily but never in her life would she let someone so demeaning lay a finger on her.
And what was it with this master and pet thing?
"Disgusting!" she murmured.
Suddenly she drifted off in her thoughts again.
How should she hide her little sleeping problem if she was alone with these two idiots on a ship?
Even if it was a luxurious yacht it would be audible for everyone. Rubbing her hands through her face Kimiko thought about every possibility but she was way too tired. Why was it so hard for her to find sleep now while she rested well at Tres Spades?
How could she even find sleep there?
Never since she watched the cottage burning down she had slept a night without nightmares but now…
From far she could recognize the brown haired thief on the on deck with some women laughing and drinking probably champagne.
"God, how annoying. Why are these guys such damned rich and ostentatious bastards?"
Kimiko walked up where she was greeted happily.
"Hello there, beautiful princess, why don't you join our little game here."
One of those hostesses stood up so Baba could pat the place next to him.
He was surrounded by six sparely dressed but gorgeous looking women with champagne flutes in their hands and a fake smile on their lips. No, she didn't want to know where Baba had found those ladies but basically it didn't matter to her.
All that she wanted was to go to bed without any more awkward situations.
Not that she hoped for it, therefore these guys were too much of a surprise even for her.
One of them - a blonde woman with and icy stare and a revealing turquoise bikini - moved to the side, even closer to the long haired thief so she could take a seat next to those green eyed monsters.
Kimiko could only roll with her eyes in respond;
As if she was interested in pressing her body against any possible man as long as his wallet was big enough.
No.
That wasn't her style and literally selling her body for bling and an easy life had never been an opportunity for her.
Therefore her will to decide every single moment in her life by herself was too strong.
In the moment she turned on her heels and started to tiptoe towards her cabin, she tried to remember her life before she was kidnapped, her way of normal.
How often had she seen women which sold themselves short, only to be mistresses or a one night stands to some creeps with more money, they could even imagine?
How often had it be a pleasure to eliminate those people?
By the thought of it, her disgusted face gave a way a mischievous smile.
These guys where exactly like those wanna-be sugar daddies, she put to bed with a pick-axe and a shovel.
Except for Mamo, he wasn't as rich as the others, since he was just a little corrupt detective.
Her smile became softer.
But what was with Soryu Oh?
He was worth a couple of billion dollars, only because of his mobster actives and the black market auctions.
Normally, girls like them would stick on his ass but his scary nature and cold stare seemed to keep the distance.
She could tell by the way the hostesses at the casino had behaved.
Unwittingly she had observed him two nights before. In the second a woman tried to hit on him and he looked at her she backed off.
If he even took a look at them.
Kimiko could see the scenery clearly in her mind. Whenever there was a woman next to him, he turned his head in disgust.
"I wonder if he hates women…"
Her room would be the one on the end of the corridor, at least Baba had said so in the afternoon.
Unfortunately he hadn't mentioned it was the one next to Ota's.
"Great, I have to sleep …" she yawned but her sentence was instantly silenced by something hot and wet at the back of her neck and a hand around her throat.
Her thoughts had made her ears deaf for the steps behind her, again.
Her body freeze and her face lost every bit of expression but her senses were now as sharp as before she was caught.
"Tonight you won't get any sleep because I'm gonna tame you. Don't you know that it's not allowed to turn me on with all your wagging tail and then leaving without letting me play with you?"
After every huskily breathed word the tongue traveled its way up towards her earlobe, step by fucking step. While the fingers on her throat gently caressing the soft skin, her earlobe was chewed with dominance, hard enough to cause a really small pain. The other Hand glided its way down till it rested on her butt with the fingers almost between her legs.
"Your neck is screaming for its collar, Koro, you know that?!"
Without much afford, Kimiko turned her body slightly to ram her elbow into his face, directly onto the side of his head which caused the blonde man behind her to let up on her immediately, pressing his palm onto his temple.
This wasn't even near the idea, of what Kimiko would like to do to him but still she kept her temper this time and the dragon in her body under wraps.
In what seemed like a split of a second, she turned around with all the strength in her body, pressing Ota just with her right balm below his collarbone against the wall of the corridor. With a loud bang his head smashed against the white boarding, obviously increasing the pain because he tried to hold it again but before he could even move his eyes and mouth opened wide in shock and letting out a little gasp.
With her other hand, Kimiko had grabbed between his legs so she had him literally by the balls.
Her facial expression hadn't changed. It was frozen and emotionless, like someone had flipped a switch in her mind.
"I'm just saying this once so listen carefully;" she began with a slow and deep voice while she made it even more dramatic by giving the man in front of her a little idea of what she could do to his manliness by squeezing it only to close his eyes with rather small pain,
"You have no idea who you're messing with, boy! If you ever touch me again, I'll cut off the little artist in my hand and create beautiful red scenery with it."
Her icy stare increased the effect of her low whispers. Suddenly Kimiko loosened her grip from him turned around and disappeared in the bedroom which was prepared for her.
Immediately she locked the elegant wooden door before she glided down to the floor.
"Never let your guard down. Never."
"Oh come on, you must be kidding!" she groaned into one of her pillows while she pressed another one over her ears to cover them.
In the moment she thought, she could drift off to sleep the noises in the cabin next to her caught her attention.
She had tried everything to ignore the voices but neither the music with her headphones, nor the pillow over her head thing helped a bit.
For almost two hours Ota was banging one of those gold-diggers in his cabin loudly, like they were alone on this god damned ship.
Even she admitted, that his stamina was impressive but nonetheless it was driving her crazy, but not in a good way.
First she had tried to ignore it but the black haired woman could hear every word they were moaning, groaning and screaming just as she could hear the bed and other furnishings creaking and the normally very erotic sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
The voice of the woman was annoying as fuck also like their dirty talk and the way she begged for him made the model want to throw up right now.
"Ota, …. Oh… my ….god! Please…. Please…"
A few times she tried to bang against the wall with her fist but every time she did, it seemed they became louder.
"That's the last straw!"
Kimiko was furious now, grabbing for a kimono-styled dressing grown, threw it over, unlocked the door and banged as hard as she could against the door of Ota's cabin.
"FUCKING CUM ALREADY, WOULD YOU?! You had your fun! I want to sleep, god fucking damned!"
The only thing that changed was the volume of their activities and Ota was even louder than before.
"Why are you so impatient, Koro?"
She didn't know if he had spoken to his little gold-digger or to her but now he made definitely clear that this was his own kind of cruelness.
This was his revenge for earlier and the fact that her identic memory would never let her forget anything she heard made everything worse.
"SADIST!" she called out before making her way towards the deck.
Maybe she could find someone on deck with a cigarette. At a smart pace she walked along the corridor but then she stopped in tracks.
Giggling and the plopping sound of a champagne bottle were audible out of one of the rooms.
Her mind was dizzy from the heat and the lack of sleep and so she didn't thought about it but just nocked against the wooden door.
"Yeah? Come in!"
"Baba, can I stay with you tonight?"
