This story is going to contain smut, slang, cussing, and AAVE(African-American Vernacular English).

Summary: Haruka gets a gig to body guard one of the world's finest violinist, Michiru Kaioh. Part 1 or 3

"Yo, man, I got my pussy ate last night by some fine ass Cuban bitch," Haruka said toward her cell phone while she changed from her slender, black dress to some stay in clothes. Open on her phone was an app titled Facetime, it allowed others to view one another via video.

It was true. Last night Haruka recieved oral from a Cuban woman; Haruka had been invited to attend a friend's niece's Quinceañera, a coming of age ritual for Hispanic women. Since Miami, Florida has a large Hispanic population, Haruka, being one of the few Japanese Americans in the area was often invited to such events.

Born of a single mother in Tokyo, Japan, the two immigrated to the United States when they recieved sponorship from a relative who was already within the states. And though that relative was in Hawaii, Haruka and her mom should found themselves on the mainland. First, they lived in California but due to the high cost of living, moved to Texas. A job opportunity then took them to Florida all by the time Haruka was ten.

They were poor at first, living in the roughest black and Latin neighborhoods. And the Asians that were there were often Vietnamese or Korean. Still, Haruka spoke Japanese at home and even picked up on Spanish as well as Haitian Creole due to her environment. Once their family income went up, Haruka moved from the bottom to the hills of Miami by the time she was fourteen. The streets had already made an impression on Haruka though. When in high school, she got in trouble and it wasn't until she saw a friend get shot right in front of her, she decided to make a change. Her mind went back into school, soon, she graduated top of her class where she was in the top ten percent. This allowed her to go anywhere she wanted to with automatic admission. She went back to Texas and attented University of Texas, home of the Longhorns: Hook 'em!

When in college, she majored in Criminology then after getting her degree, with on to do more training at the police academy. Upon graduating from the Austin Police Academy, she went onto serve two years on their force. Due to her martial arts training and weapon advancement training, she was often seen as a force to be reckon with. A superior suggested she apply for a body guard at the FBI division in Austin. She did and got it.

Soon she was hired on at an agency where she moved to South Korea. There she was the body guard for many k-pop artist.

"What happen to that gig in Dallas? What you doing body guarding for these classical wits?" Her friend, Devon, said. Devon, a man she knew since high school from the island of Haiti, one of her good homies.

"My nigga, fuck those Dallas cats. Yo, I thought dealing with all that sucide from those k-poppers was enough, hell nah!" During her time as a bodyguard in k-pop, she guarded groups like Shinee and F(X). Both groups had a member commit suicide. Haruka was transferred to BTS but didn't renew her contract after four years, due to the emotional toll she saw on the guys. Given how they now been together for ten years, she prayed the men were staying mentally healthy through it all. The fact she made more than them was telling in itself. Haruka shook her head and continued on what she was saying. With a white tank top and her boxers on, she sat on the bed just after grabbing her phone to speak to Devon directly. "After King Von got shot at like that, like a dog, man, shit, I knew I had to bail. I ain't bout to get my ass shot because these dumb ass niggas wanna play king pin..."

Haruka was going on 32 years old and life was good. She had a nice, high rise apartment, a secure income and and a secure retirement plan. All that was missing was love, but she was still too immature. All she wanted to do still was fuck around.

Around Miami, Haruka was known to be fluid with her gender, bending the lines of what it meant to be man or woman. She was confident in herself and had no qualms of how she was addressed. She was niether male nor female; if not both mentally and emotionally. She enjoyed the freedom. Whether Haruka was called he, she, they, or it, all in all, she was Haruka. And she did what she wanted!

For the past few days, she was more on her feminine high. She was caught wearing high heels, ear ring studs of diamond, necklaces only the finest ladies wore in Miami, and of course, she didn't dare leave the apartment building without her make up: eyeliner, lip gloss, and her nails done.

But as she laid on her bed speaking with her friend in the Haitian language, she now knew she was going to go to the masculine high. Suits when at work, stud attire the finest lesbian studs wore when out on the streets prowling for pussy. Of course, she would also pack her finest sex toy, a prostetic, known as the Bionic. It was able to be soft, get hard when the wearer's clitoris blood pressure increase signifying arousal, allow the wearer to pee when standing, and even 'ejaculate' by pressing the head of the toy. Haruka smiled, sex toys were getting ever more advanced these days. The pop cost about 1500 bucks but it was worth it. She honestly, didn't know what was better: getting her pussy ate and getting fucked by a hottie with a strap or getting her toycock sucked and fucking a shorty with the cock!

"Man, you a punk ass nigga," Devon laughed at Haruka. "How you gonna go from bodyguarding peeps like Mac Miller and Megan Thee Stalion to classical...?"

"Fuck you, dude!" Haruka laughed. "The Susan Boyle, Josh Groban, and Michiru Kaioh are acclaimed in their genre. They sell out whole ass arenas, not just small little club venues."

The conversation ended just a short time later. Haruka finished up her night duties and laid down on her bed. She turned to her side to see the view from her apartment windows that looked out into the Miami city sky line.

xXx xXx xXx

Devon bounced his head to the music in his studio that evening. His cell phone dinged. When he looked at it, he saw he had a video from Haruka. When he opened the video, it was some black woman sucking Haruka's cock.

Devon sent a text: Got some bitch on her knees...

Haruka: Always, my nigga...

Haruka placed her cell phone to the side so as she could enjoy the pretty young woman in between her legs servicing her silicone cock. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she felt herself close to climax. Her hand grabbed the head of the shaft and took it out; she moan loudly as it hit her and as the white juice squirted onto the woman's face. She sat there like a puppy with her eyes wide and tongue out, ready to lick and lap up all the juice that came from the cock's head. Once Haruka finished, the woman with curly hair cleaned Haruka's cock and any remaining juice left on the woman's own face, she got and placed it in her mouth- a real freak.

Haruka became soft and zipped up her pants to her black suit she recently bought. She had to get going to the airport to meet Michiru Kaioh and escort her to the hotel she would be staying at for the next two weeks.