I'm back!!!! And I'm really glad. The first thing I did when I got home was type this up. It's a little longer to make up for my vacation and I hope to put up another chapter soon. Also to the people that thought the mystery girl at the end was Sissi, you're wrong.
-Suki
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Chapter 5- U owe me
Millie had seen it all and wasn't pleased. How was she supposed to tell Sissi that her boyfriend was kissing the new girl? She ran along the skyline. Long ago she had become accustomed to the technique and was very skilled at it. Stopping at an abandoned factory, she slipped inside through a broken window. "Hey? Tamia? Where are you?" she called out.
"Over here!" Tamia waved. She sat at a computer and was typing at the speed of lightening. "What's up?"
"Bad news. Sissi won't be pleased," Millie confessed seating herself behind her friend.
"Good. That bitch deserves to have a bad day or two," Tamia scoffed, turning away from the computer screen.
"True... but she'll probably shoot the messenger," Millie complained. "Why'd we agree to this?"
"The money?" Tamia offered. "Just call her and tell her and make it sound like she tripped. Why wound Sissi be mad over an accident?"
"Who knows? Sounds like a good idea to me," Millie shrugged and picked up her cell phone. She dialed the all too familiar number and waited for the other line to pick up.
Meanwhile...
The car ride home was longer some how. Yumi had no idea why it was longer it just seemed that way. In her mind she replayed that kiss over and over again. It was long enough, but somehow she craved more. Yumi blushed and looked out the window. It was dark and she couldn't see much, but it made it so she didn't have to look at Ulrich. The car stopped and Yumi looked at Ulrich.
"Get out," he instructed and opened his door. Yumi got out and looked around. They were at a mansion that wasn't Ulrich's. It was much grander and whoever the gardener was did a splendid job.
"What are we doing here?" Yumi asked. This wasn't the place she wanted to be. She wanted to be in bed, sleeping.
"We're going to go on a mini mission. The man who lives here is a big perv and he's a naughty thief," Ulrich explained. "He stole something that I want back."
'Like you aren't a naughty thief?' Yumi thought to herself. "So what am I supposed to do? Take off my dress and run to the door pounding on it and crying? Should I say something like let me in, please, this guy is chasing me with a knife? Hmmmm?"
Ulrich nodded. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking about," he looked at her and smiled.
Her expression was priceless. Yumi couldn't believe he was serious. "You're serious aren't you?" she asked.
He nodded again. "Yes, I am. Hop to it."
"Sure..." Yumi walked back to her side of the car and used it as a dressing room to change out of her dress. "Can you help with this zipper?"
Ulrich walked over and unzipped her dress and started to walk away again. "I'm going to sneak in. Do your stuff and I'll have it out in ten minutes. All right?"
"Okay," Yumi got out of the car and made sure Ulrich wasn't peaking. She was wearing a black cami with a cherry blossom on it and matching boxers. She ran a little to the door and started to pound on it. "Please help me... Someone..." she called at the top of her lungs.
The door creaked open and Yumi fell through. She landed on the tile floor and couldn't see who opened the door up for her. "Ah, young miss, what is the problem?" asked a small elderly man.
Yumi looked at him. Was he the owner? "A man tried to kill me and it was terrible," Yumi pretended to sob.
"Well... I know how to cheer you up! Follow me and I'll see if the young master can help you," he led her into a room that was somewhat small. Two couches were there and that was about it. Except for a young man, Yumi's age, was sitting on one of them.
"Oh my! What's wrong?" he asked, rushing up to Yumi, once he noticed her presence.
"A man... tried to kill me..." Yumi told him. She looked at the wall behind him and noticed a clock. Three minutes had gone by.
"That's terrible. Come and sit down. Perhaps there is a way for me to cheer you up?" he suggested, pulling her to the couch. "Would you like anything to drink? Wine? Lemonade? Anything at all?"
Yumi shook her head. "No, thank you," she sat down next to him and he placed his arm around her shoulders, his pointer finger tracing small circles on her arm. "Although I think it would be kind of you to cheer me up... how would you go about doing that?" she asked innocently.
He smiled. "Oh, my dear, there are lots of ways. I could read to you by the fire or watch a movie with you. I could do... well anything happy I suppose. We could do many things..." he trailed off listing many things and Yumi tuned out. Instead she watched the progress of his hand. It had moved to her waist and she noticed that it was gently pulling her closer to him. She checked the clock, four minutes to go.
"What else could we do?" she asked, seductively.
"How about this?" he pulled her closer and tried to kiss her. Yumi pushed him away playfully. She hoped Ulrich was hurrying. Feeling a hand go down her boxers, she grabbed it and moved it away. Unfortunately this didn't have the right effect she hoped for. Taking it as her being "hard to get" he pulled her onto the floor.
'Ulrich... I'm going to kill you.' Yumi thought to herself. She really wanted to leave. This guy was a perv and she didn't feel like staying around. A moving object by the window caught both of their attention. Yumi immediately knew it was Ulrich.
"What was that?"
Yumi kissed him. She broke away hurriedly. "What was what?" she asked and got up.
"Where are you going?"
"Just wait... I'll be back," Yumi told him, she closed the door behind her a bolted. She didn't stop running until she reached the car. Ulrich was already there waiting for her.
"Let's go," he said as she got in.
"Step on it," Yumi encouraged and started to put her dress back on. "You know," Yumi told him, pulling the dress over her head, "that you owe me big time for that?"
Ulrich nodded. "They'll be payment enough when we get home. Other than a party and your paycheck..."
"Like what?" Yumi asked.
Ulrich parked the car and unfastened his seatbelt. "Like this," he whispered and kissed her.
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Like it? More to come soon. Any ideas on a really cool mission? Email me or something if you have some. Ciao!
-Suki
-Suki
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Chapter 5- U owe me
Millie had seen it all and wasn't pleased. How was she supposed to tell Sissi that her boyfriend was kissing the new girl? She ran along the skyline. Long ago she had become accustomed to the technique and was very skilled at it. Stopping at an abandoned factory, she slipped inside through a broken window. "Hey? Tamia? Where are you?" she called out.
"Over here!" Tamia waved. She sat at a computer and was typing at the speed of lightening. "What's up?"
"Bad news. Sissi won't be pleased," Millie confessed seating herself behind her friend.
"Good. That bitch deserves to have a bad day or two," Tamia scoffed, turning away from the computer screen.
"True... but she'll probably shoot the messenger," Millie complained. "Why'd we agree to this?"
"The money?" Tamia offered. "Just call her and tell her and make it sound like she tripped. Why wound Sissi be mad over an accident?"
"Who knows? Sounds like a good idea to me," Millie shrugged and picked up her cell phone. She dialed the all too familiar number and waited for the other line to pick up.
Meanwhile...
The car ride home was longer some how. Yumi had no idea why it was longer it just seemed that way. In her mind she replayed that kiss over and over again. It was long enough, but somehow she craved more. Yumi blushed and looked out the window. It was dark and she couldn't see much, but it made it so she didn't have to look at Ulrich. The car stopped and Yumi looked at Ulrich.
"Get out," he instructed and opened his door. Yumi got out and looked around. They were at a mansion that wasn't Ulrich's. It was much grander and whoever the gardener was did a splendid job.
"What are we doing here?" Yumi asked. This wasn't the place she wanted to be. She wanted to be in bed, sleeping.
"We're going to go on a mini mission. The man who lives here is a big perv and he's a naughty thief," Ulrich explained. "He stole something that I want back."
'Like you aren't a naughty thief?' Yumi thought to herself. "So what am I supposed to do? Take off my dress and run to the door pounding on it and crying? Should I say something like let me in, please, this guy is chasing me with a knife? Hmmmm?"
Ulrich nodded. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking about," he looked at her and smiled.
Her expression was priceless. Yumi couldn't believe he was serious. "You're serious aren't you?" she asked.
He nodded again. "Yes, I am. Hop to it."
"Sure..." Yumi walked back to her side of the car and used it as a dressing room to change out of her dress. "Can you help with this zipper?"
Ulrich walked over and unzipped her dress and started to walk away again. "I'm going to sneak in. Do your stuff and I'll have it out in ten minutes. All right?"
"Okay," Yumi got out of the car and made sure Ulrich wasn't peaking. She was wearing a black cami with a cherry blossom on it and matching boxers. She ran a little to the door and started to pound on it. "Please help me... Someone..." she called at the top of her lungs.
The door creaked open and Yumi fell through. She landed on the tile floor and couldn't see who opened the door up for her. "Ah, young miss, what is the problem?" asked a small elderly man.
Yumi looked at him. Was he the owner? "A man tried to kill me and it was terrible," Yumi pretended to sob.
"Well... I know how to cheer you up! Follow me and I'll see if the young master can help you," he led her into a room that was somewhat small. Two couches were there and that was about it. Except for a young man, Yumi's age, was sitting on one of them.
"Oh my! What's wrong?" he asked, rushing up to Yumi, once he noticed her presence.
"A man... tried to kill me..." Yumi told him. She looked at the wall behind him and noticed a clock. Three minutes had gone by.
"That's terrible. Come and sit down. Perhaps there is a way for me to cheer you up?" he suggested, pulling her to the couch. "Would you like anything to drink? Wine? Lemonade? Anything at all?"
Yumi shook her head. "No, thank you," she sat down next to him and he placed his arm around her shoulders, his pointer finger tracing small circles on her arm. "Although I think it would be kind of you to cheer me up... how would you go about doing that?" she asked innocently.
He smiled. "Oh, my dear, there are lots of ways. I could read to you by the fire or watch a movie with you. I could do... well anything happy I suppose. We could do many things..." he trailed off listing many things and Yumi tuned out. Instead she watched the progress of his hand. It had moved to her waist and she noticed that it was gently pulling her closer to him. She checked the clock, four minutes to go.
"What else could we do?" she asked, seductively.
"How about this?" he pulled her closer and tried to kiss her. Yumi pushed him away playfully. She hoped Ulrich was hurrying. Feeling a hand go down her boxers, she grabbed it and moved it away. Unfortunately this didn't have the right effect she hoped for. Taking it as her being "hard to get" he pulled her onto the floor.
'Ulrich... I'm going to kill you.' Yumi thought to herself. She really wanted to leave. This guy was a perv and she didn't feel like staying around. A moving object by the window caught both of their attention. Yumi immediately knew it was Ulrich.
"What was that?"
Yumi kissed him. She broke away hurriedly. "What was what?" she asked and got up.
"Where are you going?"
"Just wait... I'll be back," Yumi told him, she closed the door behind her a bolted. She didn't stop running until she reached the car. Ulrich was already there waiting for her.
"Let's go," he said as she got in.
"Step on it," Yumi encouraged and started to put her dress back on. "You know," Yumi told him, pulling the dress over her head, "that you owe me big time for that?"
Ulrich nodded. "They'll be payment enough when we get home. Other than a party and your paycheck..."
"Like what?" Yumi asked.
Ulrich parked the car and unfastened his seatbelt. "Like this," he whispered and kissed her.
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Like it? More to come soon. Any ideas on a really cool mission? Email me or something if you have some. Ciao!
-Suki