Tsukune was sitting in a reception area outside a conference room of the fiftieth floor. He was idly sipping on a can of tomato juice as he waited for Ria to finish with her meeting.

"Can I get you anything Tsukune-sama?" A beautiful blonde woman asked for the seventh time in the last half hour. Since arriving here with Ria, he'd been getting treated like the Crown Prince. No one had ever referred to him as sama before.

He smiled tiredly and shook his head. "No thank you." He sipped his drink again as she looked away nervously.

As he sipped his juice, he looked around. There were a couple other secretaries working at their desks and a few middle-aged men huddled near an office whispering to one another. Whenever he looked their way people's eyes suddenly began to study the floor. While he had the rosario on his sense of smell was nowhere near as potent as it was when he was in his vampiric form, but it was still about ten times what a normal human's would be.

He found himself constantly having to rub his nose. The stink of fear was so think here it was making it itch.

The doors to the conference room opened and out strode Ria with a trail of executives following her like a tail to a comet. She completely ignored them and they're words of praise. She came over to Tsukune and offered him an apologetic little bow which took everyone there off guard. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting Tsukune," she said brightly. "Did everyone treat you well? If they didn't I can have them all fired."

The fear smell intensified sharply. "Everyone was very nice," he said quickly. He got to his feet and stretched. "How did your meeting go?"

"Oh me, oh my, it went well." She looked at the pale suits standing obediently behind her and gave them a death's head grin. "My meetings here always go well don't they?" The men all nodded vigorously and mouthed their agreement. "Let's go Tsukune I'm done."

XXXXXXXXXX

In the limo they headed out of Tokyo. The morning traffic was brutal and so it was slow going. Ria had another glass of wine in her hand and actually kicked off her shoes as she leaned back in the leather seat. She was smiling over at him with a lopsided grin. "Thank you for coming with me Tsukune, you made what was a boring series of tasks fun."

"I thought what you did in the warehouse was fun for you."

She giggled and took another sip of her wine. "It was, the rest of it was boring."

"Did it seem a little weird to you? One minute your murdering people and setting a place on fire and then you're having a meeting surrounded by people in suits like it never happened."

"For me this is normal," she told him. "My father's interests are many and varied. I go wherever I am needed and do whatever is required. Except for the occasional chances for violence it's actually rather boring."

"So what did you do in your meeting?" He actually didn't care but they were inching along and he thought it would be best to make some conversation.

"Oh, I just told them about some acquisitions my father is interested in. Nothing that would interest you." You're not a snow boy after all; at least I don't think you are. That snow girl you mentioned might want to know. "Most of the executives have no idea who really owns the company. My father controls about 80 percent of the stock using a couple hundred front men. I don't even have an official position within the company. They just know the majority ownership trusts me and my recommendations. I mostly let the CEO and the rest run things day to day. I just go in when I need to talk to the Special Tasks Division."

"And what do they do?" he asked idly.

"Oh, all the things that make us money but don't go on the balance sheet. Arms deals, drug manufacture, extortion, prostitution, assassination, and of course all the activities that touch the monster world or the realm of the occult." She finished off her wine as Tsukune stared at her blankly. "Something wrong?"

"Are you saying you and your father are criminals?"

Seeing the look of shock on his face Ria put her head back and burst out laughing. "Oh Tsukune how wonderful you are! I swear I can't remember the last time I met someone as pure and innocent as you are! I can see why Moka likes you so." Her laughter subsided. "Of course I can also see why she didn't tell you anything."

"Do you think this is funny? When I came out with you this morning I thought we were going to do some shopping or pick up some laundry or something like that. Now I've seen you slaughter a bunch of men in cold blood and you tell me your family business is organized crime."

"Actually the criminal operations are a very small side line. Fairy Tale made over 110 billion U.S. dollars in revenue last year. Of which only six billion came from Special Tasks, or about five and a half percent. The largest criminal organizations and drug cartels in the world don't have a fraction of the wealth and power of multi-national corporations."

"Then why do them at all?" He demanded.

"Because we can," she answered. "And they are profitable." She scooted over to sit right up next to him and leaned close. "Why do you care Tsukune? So what if the humans want to poison themselves or shoot each other? They're going to anyway, why shouldn't we profit from that if we can?"

"Because it's wrong!" Having her suddenly rubbing up against him made him very nervous. Ria was a very beautiful woman. The way she dressed hid everything but couldn't completely disguise the generous curves of her body or the size of her breasts. (Having been smothered by Kurumu countless times he had become an expert and judged Ria's to be only slightly smaller than Kurumu's.) He tried to put more space between them only to come up against the door. "Don't you care that you're hurting people just to make money?"

"Humans don't count as people," she told him and happily pinned him to the door. She was sitting right up against him and deliberately pressing her chest into his arm. "I told you before Tsukune, they're nothing. All the lesser races are beneath us. Even Moka feels that way and she's about as soft as a vampire can be."

"Moka doesn't feel that way!" He said sharply.

"Well she doesn't feel it as strongly, that's certain. But even she would never think of a human or anyone from a lower race as an equal."

He opened his mouth to deny that. Then he recalled some of the things she had said to him.

'As a vampire I found it unacceptable that someone beneath me should touch me in such a familiar way.'

'… even if I did like you, I did not feel I could accept you as an equal.

And he recalled what she had said after he had been turned into a vampire.

'My blood flows in your veins and you have my strength. I acknowledge you as my equal Aono Tsukune. Which means we can become lovers, and one day mates.'

He had always understood that she, her inner self, had not seen him as an equal. But he had always assumed she had still cared about him and respected him. Now he was suddenly wondering.

He looked at her coldly. For all her beauty and odd charm she was a monster. "How can you stand to think that way?"

"I told you didn't I? I have an abundance of cruelty. And my father outshines me there the way the sun outshines a candle." She pouted and made a girlish face at him. "Don't be upset with me Tsukune, we vampires are all such wicked creatures. Once you accept that the world can be sooo much more fun." She put a hand on his thigh and gave a playful squeeze.

Despite being in a car he jumped up and scrambled away from her. "Hey! What was that?!"

Smiling at him she licked her lips and began to pull off her gloves. "Oh me, oh my, are you going to pretend you didn't like that? Or like my attention?"

"I don't want that sort of attention! I happen to care about your sister!"

"Yes, you are her lover, I know. But you still want to see me naked don't you?" Reaching around her back he heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. "You are such a naughty boy Tsukune. I just thought I would give you what you want so badly as a way of saying thank you for coming with me and sorry about hitting you."

As he watched the top of her dress slipped down revealing a black bra that was straining to hold back her magnificent full breasts. She slid the dress down her body as he watched. He knew it was wrong but couldn't seem to make himself look away. As the dress was slowly pulled down he saw she had a garter belt on over black silk panties. Black nylons covered her silky thighs and legs.

With her dress on the car floor she slowly crossed her legs and ran one hand gradually over them. "Do you like what you see you naughty boy?" She tilted her head and looked at him with such a teasing grin.

He was sitting on the car floor looking up at her. "I, uh, I ah, don't think this is right."

"No, it's definitely not right, but since I'm a wicked woman I don't care. And you didn't answer my question." One hand began to play with one of her breasts through the soft bra. As he watched her saw her nipples harden.

He knew this was so completely wrong, it was wrong on so many levels. Yet he couldn't deny he was excited by what she was doing. There was a terribly strong attraction to those things that are forbidden. And no matter what an awful person she might be Ria was beautiful and putting on a show just for him. She was just a few feet away from him and the possibility of what might happen was causing his heart to race and his body to grow hot.

"I… I can't deny I'm turned on right now," he admitted in a shaky voice. "But… I really want you to stop."

Her foot reached out and she playfully rubbed the inside of his thigh. "What if I don't want to stop?" Reaching back he heard a couple little snaps. She slid off her bra and let it fall to the floor.

He stared at her full luscious firm breasts, they were at least a size bigger that Moka's. In spite himself he felt the urge to reach out and squeeze them.

What the hell is wrong with me?! I can't do this! "What about the driver?" He suddenly said desperate to make her stop.

"What about him?" She asked as her foot continued to rub along his thigh slowly moving up and down and up and down.

"He'll tell everyone about this!"

"Ooolock will you tell anyone what we do?"

"No mistress," the goblin answered instantly.

"And why is that?"

"Because Ooolock knows mistress will kill him if he does."

"There you have it, goblins aren't completely stupid it seems. He won't say anything and I certainly won't. So it'll be our little secret." She leaned forward bringing herself closer to him, giving him an even better view. "Do you want to touch them?"

"No," he croaked. He couldn't make himself look away though no matter how much he knew he should.

"I don't believe you," she said. She dropped out of the seat and down to her knees right in front of him.

"What are you…"

She grabbed his hands and pressed them to her breasts. Her own hands forcing his to squeeze and mash her beautiful soft tits. "How do they feel?" She asked him in a low thick voice. "Do you like touching them? Do you like touching me?"

"Ria… I…"

Suddenly she let go of his hands and grabbed the front of his shirt. With her strength she forced him up too fast to react. Before he knew it her mouth was on his, kissing him savagely.

"Fuck me," she said when she pulled her mouth back. All pretense, all subtlety was gone. He could smell her pheromones filling the air. She wanted him; her body wanted him and was ready for sex.

"What?" he said stunned.

"I said fuck me!" She shoved him down as hard as she had pulled him up and was on top of him. Her mouth sucking his, her breasts rubbing against his chest, and her hips grinding into his crotch exciting and hardening him.

XXXXXXXXXX

All the while the limo crawled through traffic.