Jolyne saw her father sitting across from a very feminine looking blonde man in a purple suit and both were looking at her. She turned to her mentor, Won, to ask whether she could greet the people she recognised, to which she got a quick "of course." She wasted no time in making her way over to their table.

"Fancy seeing you here," she said with a cunning smile, "did the place across the street kick you out for being too old and creepy?" There was a long pause after this, where Jotaro looked her up and down in suspicion.

"Did they offer you a job here so that you can harass customers in a hooker outfit?" Jotaro maintained his usual aloof tone. Giorno was visibly uncomfortable. Without the denim jacket, a lot of skin was exposed and when Jolyne put her hands down on the table angrily, the top of her star shaped birthmark became visible. This caught the blonde man's attention. Suddenly the situation became a lot more entertaining.

"Listen here old man, if you're going to follow me around you could try harder to-"

"Sorry for not introducing myself earlier," Giorno interjected, "I was the one who invited Mr. Kujo here, if our presence makes you uncomfortable, we are happy to move to another table in the back or the garden."

"I-uh," Jolyne was embarrassed by her outburst, "that was awfully unprofessional of me, Mr…"

"Giovanna," he extended her hand to shake hers, "and you are?"

"Jolyne… I'm sorry I suppose I misunderstood the situation, you guys can stay right where you are, I…"

"Well, since you're here, how about you get us another round when we are done?" he looked at Jotaro and then back at her, "and to set the record straight, you look stunning tonight and I'd hate to have to lose this view. Please ignore my guests ungentlemanly remark" Mr. Kujo watched his daughter's face turn a deep shade of red at the compliment, which came off rather sleazy from his perspective.

"If you're done chatting up my daughter then, Mr. Giovanna, I think we should let her get back to work."

That night Jotaro watched men, one after the other chatting his daughter up. That didn't bother him as much as the Won guy did. She was trying awfully hard to be casual about his overt attempts at creating excuses to touch her shoulder, hand, hip, and even her hair. Why doesn't she give him the same attitude she'd give anyone else? She doesn't even need this job.

"Jojo, I appreciate you coming here to see me but you've spent the majority of the time eyeing those bartenders," Giorno's voice was subtly more relaxed after his fifth drink. Jotaro had stopped drinking after the second pint. "She's just trying to pick up some part-time work. I feel bad for her, it's almost like we really did come here to spy on her or something."

"You wouldn't know what it's like to have a kid," he sighed, "and the way she's acting around the guy training her is unlike her."

"Unlike your daughter, Jolyne," he smiled, "that's not your daughter out there, that's another Jolyne, who just got a job at this bar."

"Why can't she work at a place that makes you wear something professional, or a uniform even?"

"Is that really the problem here? I'm sure you had your moments at her age."

"I was quite quick at growing out of that too."

"That was then," he downed a shot of limoncello, "she's a 21st century woman, you should let her be. That said, please excuse me to attend the mens room, I'll be back shortly and I should see to it to get myself home after that."

Jotaro walked up to the bar. Although he wasn't as muscular and broad then as he once used to be, he still had a strong energy about him, which made people make way for him when he walked through crowds.

"Hey, you," he looked at Won, the man training Jolyne, "get me the bill for table 9." The man looked visibly taken aback by Jotaro's rudeness.

"Sorry?" Won stepped closer to him and leaned over the table to listen closely.

"I said give me the bill for table 9 so I can pay it."

"That's Mr. G's table, right?" Won smiled nervously, "we charge for drinks up front here, but we're not allowed to charge Mr. G's guests - the manager handles his bills personally. Don't worry though, we have everything on the tab."

"Yare yare daze…" Jotaro started wondering what level of alcohol this distant Italian relative of his was, to be setting up tabs at this place. I suppose you can do anything you want when you're a mafia boss.

"Sorry, what was that? It's quite loud in here…" the bartender leaned over more. Jolyne could hear this conversation from where she was standing and rolled her eyes. She took an order and started mixing a cocktail, shooting looks at her father.

"Later, Jolyne," Jotaro said in a raised voice so that she would hear him, "I'll see you at home later, my darling." She rolled her eyes again and refused to look at him until he had walked out of the door. Through the glass door, she saw him light up a cigarette - a sight she rarely saw, since he never smoked in front of her. Fuck he looks so hot.

"Who was that guy? Do you know him?" Won asked Jolyne.

"Yeah, I think I know him a bit too well," she chuckled. "Creepy, huh?"

"Really? He's friends with Mr. G, that guy you met in the purple suit…" Won looked around to see if anyone was listening in on his conversation, "everyone knows Mr. G kind of runs things around here."

"Runs what?"

"Everything… he's a powerful man. I'd be scared if I knew his friends Jo, you should be careful."

"Maybe you should be careful of me."

Jolyne walked in through the front door at around 7am the next morning.

"I'm home!" she yelled out in Japanese.

It was quiet in the house, which meant that her father must be sleeping in. She kicked off her shoes by the door and grabbed a glass of water in the kitchen before begrudgingly stomping up the stairs. After closing the bar at 3am, Jolyne had waited for her mentor to finish locking the place up. They had partied at his friend's place for a few hours. After realising that she was somehow connected to Giorno Giovanna, Won didn't dare to make any more moves on her. Instead, he had been extra careful and nice to her. Jolyne sighed thinking back at it.

She left her bedroom door open and fell on her bed, facing up.

"Jolyne, is that you?" it was Jotaro's voice some distance away.

"Who the fuck else is it supposed to be?"

"Can I come into your room?"

"Yeah, sure," she was laying on her bed with her legs spread on purpose, her lavender lace underwear being the only thing guarding her. Jotaro obviously saw this as he walked in and decided to sit on the bed next to her facing the same way, so he wouldn't have to keep looking at it. He was still in a black t-shirt and grey pyjama bottoms - no hat.

"Do you need more money?"

"No."

"Do you want your own place?"
"I mean sure, yeah… at some point," Jolyne looked at him and pouted, "it's a bit too early in the morning for me to be talking about this, I was trying to sleep, do you have anything you need to tell me or what?"

"Why do you want to do this bar job? I can help you open your own bar if you like that kind of business," he looked at her and his face softened.

"I never really thought about all this… I just…" she sat up to get herself under her duvet. "I just wanted something to do, the guy at this place was being nice. I wanted to make friends. I need time to think and I don't want to talk about this right now."

"You could go to college…"

"And become a marine biologist like you? No thanks." She pulled the duvet over her head.

"Hm?" Jotaro tugged on the duvet, "don't you want to take that makeup off before you sleep?" He tried scooping his hand in to pull it down, touched her neck and she began giggling.

"That's tickling me," Jolyne laughed. Jotaro began tickling her deliberately and she squirmed to get out of his range. She moved violently under the duvet, kicking it off of herself slowly. Jotaro turned over and got both hands to work on tickling all of her body. She laughed and squirmed under him like a child.

"Ha…" he sighed, "you're adorable." Suddenly he stopped and looked down at her. What did I just say? Under him, she was peeking at him with one eye open, out of breath and red hot. Her body was twisted, arms crossed over her chest and makeup smudged. Her skirt had hitched up and even more of that lavender lace was on display.

"What?" Jolyne relaxed her body, and now Jotaro could see parts of her nipples. To his surprise, she hadn't been wearing a bra. For what seemed like eternity, he kept wondering what it was that she was making him feel. The love and care had always been there. That part was easy. Jolyne sighed, "you look like you're trying to think really hard right now, but I'm starting to get uncomfortable with your morning wood bobbing around while you do it."

Jotaro snapped out of his deep thoughts and simply got off the bed to walk out of the room without saying anything. He made himself look as cool and collected as possible, but of course came across rather strange having walked out in complete silence. When he got to his bedroom and shut the door, he leaned back against it. He sighed. Without thinking too much, he pushed his trousers down and grabbed his cock.

He was rock hard. Not wasting a single second, he started pumping his hand up and down his dick. There was no reason to have felt this turned on in such a long time, he was completely under the control of his passions. Rubbing it dry got uncomfortable very quickly so he went over to his bathroom to get some gel lotion. Anything to make it slick enough.

Then the images of Jolyne masturbating on her bed came back to him, all in one hot flush of memories. Her hand rubbing her wet cunt and how shiny it looked covered in a layer of her own wetness. Unlike him, she was completely hairless there and he remembered everything. Her swollen clit, the way her labia curled and all the folds. How delicious it looked.

The tremendous pleasure with which Jotaro orgasmed that morning sent him straight back to sleep. He had gone past the point of regret or guilt long before he tickled her so hard that she had kicked the duvet off. He wanted to see her, for her to show him more and again. The thing he felt was lust, in all its unimaginable details: sheer longing for her to moan in ecstasy, naked and looking at him just like he'd seen her do already. Those feelings were carnal and unconnected to whatever else he knew he felt for her.