Alek and Ame go on one of her family’s mission outside Prague
A month later, a red Lamborghini Aventador SV LP750-4 sped along the slender motorways of the Czech Republic having left Prague in the morning and on route to the city of Pilsen. Wearing a black harness bandeau and a waist-length leather skirt with snake embroidery that covered her garters, Ame Hayato locked a magazine into the desert eagle. She had upgraded from her usual pistol and was given the new firearm from none other than her lover Aleksander Volkov, Russian weaponry dealer and firearm extraordinaire.
Ever since their hook up at the Death Club, the infamous couple had been inseparable, literally. They had sex every day anywhere and everywhere, whether public or inside the Tower suite and it did not seem to be dying down any time soon. In between their frisky coitus, they had been planning their own missions along with those sent by Ame’s family. She had kept in touch with her father on each strategy and gushed to her older sister Meiakane about her new man; Mei had merely brushed it off and remarked that her imouto was unbelievable and that she should not make a public fool of herself.
Unfortunately, Ame and Aleksander had already done so, getting caught having sex in a dressing room in one of the high-end boutique stores. Their pictures had danced across the tabloids for a couple of days followed by mysterious deaths of drug lords and corrupt politicians. These deaths were all but marks on the Hayato spreadsheet and Aleksander’s own clearing for his Volkov family.
Lifting her skirt up higher, Ame pushed the Desert eagle into her nylon thigh and resumed to load Aleksander’s own Mp7. A pale hand brushed against her thigh and squeezed her flesh it made her own smile wide as she turned to her Russian, though his eyes were focused on the road, his hazel eyes twinkled behind his dark sunglasses. “How long until Pilsen anata?” she muttered hearing a click from the firearm and shoving it down beside her seat, the hand continued to grope her thigh “With this bad boy’s engine, fifteen minutes” Aleksander answered as he took a sharp left, the sleek car responding immediately.
Ame leaned back into the passenger seat, grabbing Aleksander’s fiddling hand and placing it on her womanhood “Not long…” she said softly, he grinned and grabbed her folds massaging them eagerly “Safe to say, your appetite has truly returned Tsvesti” Ame laughed loudly only to quieten down and breathe unevenly staring at Aleksander wordlessly as her breathing turned into languorous panting. Aleksander smirked as he rubbed between her thighs, hearing her change of breath “Remember Tsvesti, focus…” and quickly removed his hand as easily as he had plunged in.
Quietly turning a corner in the old house, Ame inhaled slowly, in front of her Aleksander gestured her to follow and quickly ran down the stairs and into the basement. The youngest Hayato heard gun fire erupting and quickly ran down the stairs too, diving behind one of the large vending machines, she caught sight of a flash of red only to see Aleksander firing with his Mp7, anticipation and maddening joy contorted into his face.
Seeing one of the lackey’s creep upon her lover, Ame frowned grabbing one of her kunai sheathed in her other garter and threw it at the man’s head, he grunted and collapsed to the floor behind Aleksander with a sickening thud. Aleksander whirled around to see the dead body and quirked an eyebrow up at the Yakuza, Ame shrugged her shoulders and blew a kiss before disappearing into the shadows.
With the bodyguards of Dalimil Havel occupied with shooting Aleksander in the corner, they failed to notice the lithe Hayato creep up behind them. Quickly unsheathing her Hello kitty katana, a soft twang echoing as her favourite weapon was freed. Nimbly stepping forward to the nearest bodyguard she jabbed her katana into the centre of his chest and wretched it free, he cried out and let go of his gun, it still fired as blood spurted out of the wound staining Ame’s black ankle-cuff platforms, thank goodness it wasn’t the Louboutin’s.
The remaining bodyguards now realising someone else was not just in front of them but behind them whirled around blindly only to get direct head shots from Aleksander, Ame ducked in between two of the bodyguards and swung her katana with both her hands slicing open both men’s stomachs, more blood poured out of their deep wounds as they collapsed screaming. It was chaos and amidst the enemy falling dead and shooting his firearm, Aleksander caught sight of his ‘Blossom’ slicing and puncturing the bodyguards in the centre of the group, a wild smile lighting up her face.
Stepping over her reckless carnage with her skirt shredded and calves spattered with the blood of the dead, Ame bent over and cleaned her katana on the shirt of one of the bodyguards. Waiting for her by the staircase, Aleksander rested his Mp7 across his shoulders, he still remembered the first time he had released the Yakuza upon his family’s enemies, it was frightening, inspiring and arousing all at once and yet with her crazy killing sprees, Ame still came out unscathed.
Ame caught Aleksander staring at her and tilted her head giving him an impish smile “What?” snapping back to reality, Aleksander’s lopsided smile appeared as he pulled her close and kissed her soundly “You stayed focus Tsvesti” he merely said and they walked up the stairs. At the top, Ame’s smile widened “Pilsen is said to have the best beer in the Czech Republic, let’s go get a bottle and experience it ourselves”.
She had said it was a pit stop before re-entering Prague but Aleksander had not expected them parking in Beroun with his driver door open and Ame riding him quickly. Her skirt now gone but harness staying on cupping his face and kissing him intensely. It was late at night and luckily none of the locals were about to catch sight of the couple fornicating in the flashy Lamborghini. Frisky, little Ame couldn’t have waited until they returned to the Augustine? Those damn beers!