Tamiko arrived at the deserted bar at 8 the following morning. Her attire was professional, but had an undeniably sexy undertone. Her loose purple blouse hugged her generous bosom, and several undone buttons at the top gave more than a hint of what her push-up bra held back. Her tight black skirt also promised much, pairing well with her black stilettos and eyeliner. Her long black hair was swept up in a loose bun, leaving several strands to fall around her beautiful face. She had intentionally tried to sex up her look, while maintaining an air of professionalism. Even though this was a business meeting, she hoped Kakihara would ask her to return for a drink, or even to his room.

After entering, she saw him sitting at the bar where they had met last night, his back to her. Puffs of smoke billowed from either side of his head. She smiled, and said, "Good morning."

He turned, a slight smile on his face. "I didn't think you would come." She blushed in spite of herself as she felt his eyes roam her body.

""As I said, I have to do this to complete my article. I can't tell you how much this means to me, I'm so grateful—" she began to babble.

"It's my pleasure," he cut her off, with a lust-filled grin. "Why don't you sit?"

She settled on the stool beside him, taking out her clipboard and crossing her legs. "If you're ready, we can begin."

"Sure," he said.

"Why did you choose this life?" she began.

"I had a bad start in life." He looked down for a second, pondering how honest he should be. Deciding he could trust her, he chose to hold nothing back. "My parents died when I was very young, and I was placed in a facility. I started cutting myself to deal with it, and the other kids bullied me for it. I was so close to killing myself. Then one day I met Anjo. He was the first person who was actually kind to me since my parents died, who actually treated me like a person, instead of a responsibility."

"That's really compelling. You must have been very close to him."

""I've never had someone care for me like that. He would have done anything for me. When I found out he was dead, I felt a great sadness fill me."

"Were you in love with him?" Tamiko asked. That wasn't one of her prepared questions, she was just curious.

"He understood me better than anyone," Kakihara replied evasively.

"So are you the first openly gay yakuza?" Now Kakihara was really squirming and Tamiko enjoyed it immensely.

"I like what I like. There's something about women though. They really like this—" He showed his tongue ring and flicked it suggestively.

Tamiko had to suppress an eye roll. Probably couldn't find my clit if I was sitting on his face. She blushed at the thought of sitting on his face. Good going.

Kakihara smirked at the effect he was having on her. "I'm secure in my sexuality and have nothing to prove. But I could still show you just how much I like women, and you in particular."

"Okay," she agreed, breathing heavily.

He scribbled something on a napkin. "This is where I'm staying," he said as he handed it to her. "I wish I could take you there now, but I have things to attend to." Suddenly he pulled her close, kissing her with such passion.

When he finally pulled away, she took a moment to catch her breath. "That was amazing," she said. "But can we finish? I have a few more questions."

"Of course," he agreed, reluctantly going back to his seat. He barely paid attention as she ran through the list. He was going to enjoy tonight so much.