Kurohoshi Agency
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The mob eyed the young man who just came in and sat down. He had long black hair with a bluish-tinge to it, and had ruggedly handsome features.
He sat down and pulled out a cigarette box, "Oy," He rasped, "Two cans of beer,"
The other men eyed him with interest. Certainly, he looked like one of them. A man stood and went over to the newcomer, "You new around here?"
"Sorta," The sharp blue eyes looked him over, "Why?"
"The name's Minami," He smiled, extending a hand.
"The name's Mitsui."
"Want to join us over there?" Minami indicated a group of bikers seated in a corner of the bar.
Mitsui shrugged and got off his seat.
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The lounge hostess leaned against the table languidly, admiring her fine, polished nails, painted a seductive shade of magenta. She took a puff of cigarettes and turned back to the bartender, "Sherry," She looked with fascination at the man who tended to her, "You are new here?"
"Hai," He gave a shy smile, "My first day here," He turned to get the beverage that the woman just asked for. She eyed his lean body with desire. Certainly, this new boy is cute.
"Nice butt," She laughed as she took the Sherry from him, "What's your name?"
"The name is Sawakita, Miss."
"Oh, don't be uptight," She touched his hand, pulling herself a little closer, "Call me Annette."
"Yes, Miss Annette," He smiled again.
Annette eyed him, laughing flirtatiously, "Kawaii ne,"
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"Oh, so you work for…" Mitsui leaned back in the cushy sofa.
"Iwago-san," Minami drank from a wine bottle, "He owns this place, which was why we are special here," He indicated the lounge hostesses and beverages served, "We get the best of everything here," He laughed, "Especially the girls,"
The lounge hostesses giggled and the one whom Minami had his arms around kissed him, "You are always so kind, Minami-san," She fluttered her mascara-laden eyelashes.
"You thrashed your boss, you said?" Another man, Miyagi, asked.
"Ch," Mitsui snorted, "That sloggy lump, you mean?"
"Whatever, tell us about it…"
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