February 23, 1922

Three weeks, that's how long we've been here. Hikaru and Kaoru have been most loyal. Even found a few new toys I could use for our future endeavors.

I had already spoken with my father, and he agreed that the offering of fantasies was a brilliant idea. To offer up males or females made us different. He already had a few girls who worked there as it was that gave him a piece of the profits. What's a few more.

Men and women flocked to Honey like a moth to the flame. Our first was a tiny man, much older than I am, but his lithe frame and delicate features made him look younger. He played his young boy role well. He enjoyed the freedom of what he did.

Mitsukuni Haninozuka was a fugitive from his family. Having taken his cousin and ran. He hated being the golden child from such a young age. Life was supposed to be adventure, fun, sex, drinking, and sweets.

"Haruhi, darling. Why won't you let me help you relax as those twins do? We could have so much fun!" Honey's words spilled from his lips in his bed of deep red silk. His golden hair framed his face, eyes that matched his name, and his chest bares for all to see as he stroked himself through the small slip of fabric of his bedding that barely covered his member.

I

could stare at him for three weeks, and I knew he would be a joy to work with.

"Honey, you know I can't. I'd love to be entwined in that bed in the throes of passion I know you would give me. But I am here to talk about a business proposal." I sat down in his chair by his vanity. The yellow dress I wore slid open at the slit to the ground as I crossed my legs and leaned back. The long slit reaches my upper thigh in my dress, showing off my long legs and garter holding up my stockings, allowing an enticing view of Honey.

He huffed in annoyance, then laughed. "Fine, fine. I'll get dressed. But one of these days, I'm claiming those lips." Winking in my direction, full pouty lips moist from his tongue.

He stood tall and proud, walking across his room in his naked glory for my eyes to feast on, as he grabbed a petite satin robe to cover his body. He sat on his bed bench and listened.

We talked for a few hours, drinks between us as we spoke of things to come.

"Well, now that we have all that situated, let's finish this transaction with a proper deal seal." Honey leaned forward from his plush bench. His petite robe slid off his shoulder, golden eyes blown with lust and mirth.

"I'm not sure you can keep up, Honey." Leaning forward, eyes full of a teasing gleam. I wrap my hand into the collar of his robe.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and releases it as his tongue sends a tantalizing wet stripe across his full pouty lips. I can't contain myself any longer and press my lips against his.

His moan that leaves his lips seems sinister, and he grabs me quickly and throws me over his shoulder. Hand spanks and firmly holds my ass.

"Oh, you sweet young thing, my turn." He says as he tosses me on his bed. The robe fell to the floor, leaving his body bare for me to indulge in.

The last thing I remember is absolute bliss.

March 15, 1922

So far, we've been doing well. Between the twins, Honey and his boyish charm, and the girls, the money is a constant flow.

I can't stand the girls that my dad has. They're so annoying and seem more wrapped up in trying to woo me than the men, but they get the job done.

Benibarba seems to make women swoon and has a dom personality towards men.

Hinagiku is shy and sweet younger than the other two, and has a flair for the dramatics. But they all do. Her pure innocence conveyed in her eyes makes men flock to her. She takes one only on days she works. The rest of her evening is spent with the other two.

Then there's Suzuran. She is full of beauty and grace. Her soft flowing honey locks make her unique with her pouty face and chestnut eyes. She ensnares all she attempts to gather. It's pretty humorous because, be it male or female, if she wants them, she takes them. There is no going back.

My father's bodyguards seem to make sure no one is too rough and keeps their mouth shut. I now know why Honey stole away with his cousin.

Takashi Morinozuka, a cousin to the illustrious Honey, is a glorious thing to behold. His deep voice and muscular frame make me want to climb that tree. But he seems oblivious to anyone who isn't Honey when he's on the job.

When Honey and Mori came into town, my father took them in. He said he couldn't let those two be alone in a strange new place. Plus, having gorgeous men to look after him was always a bonus.

Ritsu Kasanoda was someone who had been with my father since he opened his speakeasy. Kasanoda is the head of his family, bringing the Yakuza to America. He offered protection and allowed him to work closely with the Mafia and the police.

"Hey Fujioka, come sit," Kasanoda yells across the bar. He wore a blue suit coat, black slacks, and a white button-up, revealing his undershirt. His scarlet hair was tied partway up.

I walked towards his table, a flat cap of grey and blue resting on my short hair. Dark blue slacks, white cotton button-up, and matching vest. I sit across from him and smile. So far, only the twins, Honey, Mori, and the brainless annoying women knew my true identity.

I grabbed the spare glass off the table and poured some bourbon.

"What's up, Casanova? However, can I assist you this evening? "

"Well, I'd like to do more business with you and your father, yet I can't figure you out." He was leaning in his chair, glass swishing in his hand as he stared at me.

I don't see why. Yes, his mug is frightening to some. His smirk is one people would call pure evil. I see a poor guy my age who wants to live his life to the fullest.

He polishes off what's remaining in his tumbler and places the glass on his table. I grab the bottle and refill it. Smile on my face, his eyes wide. I can tell he's confused. Most are. No one seems to get that I'm a woman right away. Honey had no problem, but this guy he's oblivious.

"I wanted to inform you that a couple of my guys might be stopping by this week to see how the operation is going. Ranka is okay with what's going on. I just wanted to check in with you." Still leaning back in his chair.

I smile and nod, neither as an affirmation nor as a rejection. I'm on my third cup when Hikaru comes down. It's late, and most everyone is gone except for a few trying their luck with the girls.

He leans forward and whispers in my ear. Kasanoda's eyes bulge in confusion that won't disappear.

Hikaru's palm runs down my chest and back up. His eyes lock with Kasanoda's as he holds my neck. He talks about how late it is and whispers in my ear that he's hard as a rock. My body is on fire as his words register that he's alone tonight and misses me.

My eyes shine with a sparkle from the words in my ear. I can tell Kasanoda is aroused and confused. And the alcohol warming me from the inside. I love it.

"Well, Kasanoda, I am being called to bed. We shall hang out more tomorrow. If you need anything, feel free to talk to my father; he can pass it on to me." I stand up and face Hikaru. My fingers brushed against his cheek, sliding down his chest to calm him.

His body shudders, and he smiles lazily with the look of things to come and sleeps still in his eyes.

I look over my shoulder and say my good night to the room, and wink at Kasanoda as I pull my Hikaru with me.

April 16, 1922

Honey and Mori have found a long-lost friend who, I'm being told, is fantastic with numbers. My father seems to love him and has met him a few times over the last week. I'm being told he would be perfect for keeping tabs on everyone who comes in and ensuring we stay afloat.

I wear my regular clothes for the day, knowing I'm meeting someone who will work for us. I need to make sure they think I'm a guy. I hate being walked all over. I need trust. As well as make my father proud.

The bar area of this hotel/speakeasy is empty except for Hikaru, Kaoru, and Mori. My father set up this meeting, and I took part.

I sit at the bar drinking a cup of tea to make me feel more awake as I wait for this gentleman named Kyoya Ohtori. I was told he is the youngest of 3 boys and 1 girl. The elder brother is a doctor like their father, and the next is also training to become a doctor. His sister is a wife, and Kyoya runs the police force under a pseudonym. He makes sure that the right people pay at the right time.

When he walks in, I feel underdressed. My hair is combed, and I wear my taupe suit, cream shirt, and matching jacket with a sky-blue bowtie.

He's wearing a black pinstriped suit, and the red tie stands brightly against his fair skin. Black hair parted on the left, neatly combed, and his thin wire-framed oval glasses on his face hide his beautiful brown eyes that, as I get a closer look, seem to have specks of grey and black in them.

He bows and introduces himself to me. I smile and ask him to sit. He talks about business for hours, but it isn't that long.

"So Haruhi, can we come to an arrangement of sorts. With my help, we can move this on to bigger and better things." Calmly speaking while adjusting his glasses.

I agree and offer food. Kaoru rushes off to bring a few sandwiches for us as we continue to go over logistics.

I reach across the table and shake his hand. A few remaining bites are left on my plate, and I accept his proposal of coming on board.

"So Kyoya, starting tonight, I'll have you come in. See how everything works, allow you to look over our books, and see if you're still interested."

I grab the last of my sandwich and take a bite. Chewing on what's left, he leans forward and makes me almost choke on what I'm eating.

"Well, Ms. Fujioka, I look forward to working with you." He stands and bows once again as he leaves. Stopping to talk to Mori to find the best times he should arrive.

I drink some water to wash down what's in my mouth and smirk. Things just got a whole lot more interesting.