Rebel Encounter
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,036
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Rebel Encounter
Rebel Encounter
Chapter 1
It was one of those nights where business was slow, and the clients were exhausting. The rain continued it’s rapping against the shingled roof of the brothel I called home. The drops descended against the wind chimes, announcing their never-ending presence. A soft breathing reminds me there is a slumbering man behind me. I feel his movement, rolling over to throw his left arm across my torso. A reminder of my torrid past, I don’t like this claim that many of my clientele try to make. Carefully I slide my body away before he can pull me closer. I patiently wait for his breathing to re-enter its sleepy pace before I rise from the futon. I silently slide the balcony door open, and stretch my naked body to the ceiling above. The storm’s breeze caresses my bare skin, giving me a chill, reminding me there is still warm blood running in my veins. I still wonder at times… I came to this town from a small country village, just a girl wanting to provide a life for her aging parents. Short of working in a teahouse or marrying my life away, this was the most meaningful work a girl could find. We provide a service that is enjoyed by others, no matter how many bigots view it as a sin. It’s those same bigots who roll on our floors on a nightly basis, begging for more from their meaningless lives.
Reaching behind me I grab my night kimono and wrap it around my cold body. The rain continues its saturation of the Earth. I can hear running footsteps sloshing along the muddy road below, followed by the sound of police whistles. As I walk onto the balcony, a hand grabs the railing. A man pulls himself up, leaping from the top of the banister, and landing directly in front of me. I have only a moment of clarity before he places his hand around my wrist and drags me inside my room. He turns me around, my back flush against his chest, and he brings his left hand up to cover my mouth. I turn my head slightly to the right, only to discover my customer is still in the throes of deep slumber. I turn my head a little more to see my captor’s face. All I can see are his eyes, a steely gray and wild as the storm brewing outside.
From inside the doorway, I can hear the police commencing their search. Crime is a large part of this red-light district, and the police knew all of us ladies by name. Sure we had the Yakuza bouncers to take care of any unruly patrons, but it was the local policemen who treated us like ladies. The chief of this district was actually one of my better customers. Even though I wasn’t in the business of creating scandals for our gentlemen clients, I wondered what he would do if he knew the very man he was searching for was holding me captive.
The footsteps begin to move away, the sound of whistles fading in the wind. The man behind me lowers his head onto my shoulder, breathing a sigh. He lets go of my arm, but still holds me close to his body. I’m not sure if this is fear that I am feeling, or exhilaration. Nothing exciting happens here; days are spent fulfilling men’s dreams and fantasies. No dangerous activities are permitted in this upscale establishment.
I feel him adjust behind me; his breathing is slowing down. “I’ll release your mouth if you promise not to scream,” he says. I nod my head in confirmation, and he removes his hand. “I need to stay here a little longer, just until the police clear the area.”
“You won’t be safe here,” I tell him. “They will come back and search again, maybe through the businesses. You need to go now!” Outside, I can hear the whistles coming back, the footsteps returning in a quickened pace.
He curses under his breath as the sound gets closer. He pulls the cloth away from his face, and removes the tie restraining his hair. His black hair falls from its tight braid, and moves in the wind as he enters the balcony. He is only gone for a moment, then hastily returns. Quickly, he turns to me and removes his shirt. He glances at the sleeping man on the floor, and I suddenly understand his need to strip. The police are here.
I nod to him, then move to my pile of blankets. Grabbing two, I cover the sleeping man, providing the illusion of a recently rough tumble. I turn back to see him hiding his katana in my dresser. He turns to me, wearing only his pants now, and I wonder ‘Why am I helping this man?’ The footsteps down the hall shake me from my thoughts. I had no idea the crime he had committed, even though in this situation, it would be nice to know whom I was dealing with. But I was certain of one thing; if he were going to kill me, he would have done so by now.
He places his hand on my shoulder. “They’re almost here,” he whispers. “We have to be convincing.” His hands move to the front of my kimono, separating the opening from my hands, and it pools around my feet. I look into his eyes again as the storm’s breeze plays along my bare skin again. Taking my hands, he pulls me down to the futon, on top of him. Reaching above his head, he grabs another blanket to shield our bodies. I shiver, but I’m not sure if it’s from the air moving through the room or his scarred flesh against mine. Footsteps stop outside my door. “This is the police! We’re coming in! There’s a criminal on the loose!”
I look down at the man beneath me, and he senses my fear. Putting his hands in my hair, he pulls me into a kiss as the door slides open. His tongue passes my lips when another man enters the room. “Excuse me, Yume,” he says. With those three words, I knew who was in my room. I break the kiss, smiling at the man below me before I turn that smile to the man above me. “Chief, our appointment isn’t until next week,” I say, watching the red seep into his cheeks. “This is bad for business, especially when I am currently servicing someone else.”
The chief looks away and clears his throat. “I’m sorry, Ms. Yume. There is a dangerous rebel on the loose, and he was last seen in this part of the district. You haven’t seen anything suspicious, have you?” My partner’s hand begins to move from my hair, down my back, caressing my skin with his fingertips. “Well, there was this position we were in earlier, but I’m afraid it would require a demonstration,” the rebel says, winking at the chief. I look back at the chief to see his back to me, his hand on the sliding door. “I apologize for the intrusion,” he says, and simply shuts the door. A giggle escapes my lips before the rebel claims them again. I settle my legs on either side of his hips, and grab his hands to place them over his head. Breaking the kiss I look into his now needy eyes. “What now, rebel?” I say.
Without blinking, he rolls my body with his, placing me on the bottom and his body between my legs, his excitement growing. He grabs both of my wrists in his left hand, holding my arms above my head. “I figure I will need to stay in this position a little longer, so I might as well enjoy it,” he whispers in my ear, sending chills through my skin. He descends on my lips for a third time this night, only this time I don’t respond. He opens his eyes, and pulls away.
“Do that again, without proper compensation, and I will call for the police to return,” I say. Bucking my hips upward, I knock his arms and legs off balance. Quickly I put my foot against his thigh, and push myself out from under him. The sudden movement resulted in a snort from my client under the blankets. We stopped moving, almost stopped breathing, as we waited for him to settle again. In our silence we heard footsteps outside, this time moving down the street. Looking toward my rebel again, he had already risen from the floor, and was putting his shirt on. He reached into the dresser to retrieve his sword. I stood up as he made his way to the balcony. The rain had slowed to a nasty drizzle now, only the night breeze was making the wind chimes sing. I didn’t bother to grab my kimono, there was nothing left for me to hide. I approached him from behind. After fixing his long black into its previous tie, he prepared to cover his face again, when he turned to me.
“How about a small gesture of gratitude, then?” he asks. Before I could respond, he pulled me into his arms again, gently pressing his lips to mine. This kiss was different, soft with no sense of urgency. I met his tongue with mine this time. As I started to put my arms around his neck, when he pulled away. Taking my hand in his, he kissed my knuckles. Then he was gone, swinging his legs over the banister and jumping to the road below. I started to head back inside when I heard his voice, no longer the frantic whisper from before.
“Ms. Yume, this isn’t finished!” my rebel said. I turned in enough time to see him become a shadow in the darkness. Returning to my quarters, I closed the door behind me. I picked up the mass amount of blankets from the sleeping man, and threw them into the corner. I had no doubts that I would see Mr. Rebel again. I found that men always wanted what was denied to them. That’s why my business dealings were always so profitable.
The rain outside was picking up again. This damnable rainy season just didn’t want to let go. Before I caught my death, I climbed back into the waiting covers, expecting my body to succumb to sleep. However, the man beside me curled up to my body, and I felt my duty was about to begin. Throwing his leg over my hips and rolling me beneath him, I had one more fleeting thought before this man took my body again. “Maybe next time, I’ll get his name…”
Chapter 1
It was one of those nights where business was slow, and the clients were exhausting. The rain continued it’s rapping against the shingled roof of the brothel I called home. The drops descended against the wind chimes, announcing their never-ending presence. A soft breathing reminds me there is a slumbering man behind me. I feel his movement, rolling over to throw his left arm across my torso. A reminder of my torrid past, I don’t like this claim that many of my clientele try to make. Carefully I slide my body away before he can pull me closer. I patiently wait for his breathing to re-enter its sleepy pace before I rise from the futon. I silently slide the balcony door open, and stretch my naked body to the ceiling above. The storm’s breeze caresses my bare skin, giving me a chill, reminding me there is still warm blood running in my veins. I still wonder at times… I came to this town from a small country village, just a girl wanting to provide a life for her aging parents. Short of working in a teahouse or marrying my life away, this was the most meaningful work a girl could find. We provide a service that is enjoyed by others, no matter how many bigots view it as a sin. It’s those same bigots who roll on our floors on a nightly basis, begging for more from their meaningless lives.
Reaching behind me I grab my night kimono and wrap it around my cold body. The rain continues its saturation of the Earth. I can hear running footsteps sloshing along the muddy road below, followed by the sound of police whistles. As I walk onto the balcony, a hand grabs the railing. A man pulls himself up, leaping from the top of the banister, and landing directly in front of me. I have only a moment of clarity before he places his hand around my wrist and drags me inside my room. He turns me around, my back flush against his chest, and he brings his left hand up to cover my mouth. I turn my head slightly to the right, only to discover my customer is still in the throes of deep slumber. I turn my head a little more to see my captor’s face. All I can see are his eyes, a steely gray and wild as the storm brewing outside.
From inside the doorway, I can hear the police commencing their search. Crime is a large part of this red-light district, and the police knew all of us ladies by name. Sure we had the Yakuza bouncers to take care of any unruly patrons, but it was the local policemen who treated us like ladies. The chief of this district was actually one of my better customers. Even though I wasn’t in the business of creating scandals for our gentlemen clients, I wondered what he would do if he knew the very man he was searching for was holding me captive.
The footsteps begin to move away, the sound of whistles fading in the wind. The man behind me lowers his head onto my shoulder, breathing a sigh. He lets go of my arm, but still holds me close to his body. I’m not sure if this is fear that I am feeling, or exhilaration. Nothing exciting happens here; days are spent fulfilling men’s dreams and fantasies. No dangerous activities are permitted in this upscale establishment.
I feel him adjust behind me; his breathing is slowing down. “I’ll release your mouth if you promise not to scream,” he says. I nod my head in confirmation, and he removes his hand. “I need to stay here a little longer, just until the police clear the area.”
“You won’t be safe here,” I tell him. “They will come back and search again, maybe through the businesses. You need to go now!” Outside, I can hear the whistles coming back, the footsteps returning in a quickened pace.
He curses under his breath as the sound gets closer. He pulls the cloth away from his face, and removes the tie restraining his hair. His black hair falls from its tight braid, and moves in the wind as he enters the balcony. He is only gone for a moment, then hastily returns. Quickly, he turns to me and removes his shirt. He glances at the sleeping man on the floor, and I suddenly understand his need to strip. The police are here.
I nod to him, then move to my pile of blankets. Grabbing two, I cover the sleeping man, providing the illusion of a recently rough tumble. I turn back to see him hiding his katana in my dresser. He turns to me, wearing only his pants now, and I wonder ‘Why am I helping this man?’ The footsteps down the hall shake me from my thoughts. I had no idea the crime he had committed, even though in this situation, it would be nice to know whom I was dealing with. But I was certain of one thing; if he were going to kill me, he would have done so by now.
He places his hand on my shoulder. “They’re almost here,” he whispers. “We have to be convincing.” His hands move to the front of my kimono, separating the opening from my hands, and it pools around my feet. I look into his eyes again as the storm’s breeze plays along my bare skin again. Taking my hands, he pulls me down to the futon, on top of him. Reaching above his head, he grabs another blanket to shield our bodies. I shiver, but I’m not sure if it’s from the air moving through the room or his scarred flesh against mine. Footsteps stop outside my door. “This is the police! We’re coming in! There’s a criminal on the loose!”
I look down at the man beneath me, and he senses my fear. Putting his hands in my hair, he pulls me into a kiss as the door slides open. His tongue passes my lips when another man enters the room. “Excuse me, Yume,” he says. With those three words, I knew who was in my room. I break the kiss, smiling at the man below me before I turn that smile to the man above me. “Chief, our appointment isn’t until next week,” I say, watching the red seep into his cheeks. “This is bad for business, especially when I am currently servicing someone else.”
The chief looks away and clears his throat. “I’m sorry, Ms. Yume. There is a dangerous rebel on the loose, and he was last seen in this part of the district. You haven’t seen anything suspicious, have you?” My partner’s hand begins to move from my hair, down my back, caressing my skin with his fingertips. “Well, there was this position we were in earlier, but I’m afraid it would require a demonstration,” the rebel says, winking at the chief. I look back at the chief to see his back to me, his hand on the sliding door. “I apologize for the intrusion,” he says, and simply shuts the door. A giggle escapes my lips before the rebel claims them again. I settle my legs on either side of his hips, and grab his hands to place them over his head. Breaking the kiss I look into his now needy eyes. “What now, rebel?” I say.
Without blinking, he rolls my body with his, placing me on the bottom and his body between my legs, his excitement growing. He grabs both of my wrists in his left hand, holding my arms above my head. “I figure I will need to stay in this position a little longer, so I might as well enjoy it,” he whispers in my ear, sending chills through my skin. He descends on my lips for a third time this night, only this time I don’t respond. He opens his eyes, and pulls away.
“Do that again, without proper compensation, and I will call for the police to return,” I say. Bucking my hips upward, I knock his arms and legs off balance. Quickly I put my foot against his thigh, and push myself out from under him. The sudden movement resulted in a snort from my client under the blankets. We stopped moving, almost stopped breathing, as we waited for him to settle again. In our silence we heard footsteps outside, this time moving down the street. Looking toward my rebel again, he had already risen from the floor, and was putting his shirt on. He reached into the dresser to retrieve his sword. I stood up as he made his way to the balcony. The rain had slowed to a nasty drizzle now, only the night breeze was making the wind chimes sing. I didn’t bother to grab my kimono, there was nothing left for me to hide. I approached him from behind. After fixing his long black into its previous tie, he prepared to cover his face again, when he turned to me.
“How about a small gesture of gratitude, then?” he asks. Before I could respond, he pulled me into his arms again, gently pressing his lips to mine. This kiss was different, soft with no sense of urgency. I met his tongue with mine this time. As I started to put my arms around his neck, when he pulled away. Taking my hand in his, he kissed my knuckles. Then he was gone, swinging his legs over the banister and jumping to the road below. I started to head back inside when I heard his voice, no longer the frantic whisper from before.
“Ms. Yume, this isn’t finished!” my rebel said. I turned in enough time to see him become a shadow in the darkness. Returning to my quarters, I closed the door behind me. I picked up the mass amount of blankets from the sleeping man, and threw them into the corner. I had no doubts that I would see Mr. Rebel again. I found that men always wanted what was denied to them. That’s why my business dealings were always so profitable.
The rain outside was picking up again. This damnable rainy season just didn’t want to let go. Before I caught my death, I climbed back into the waiting covers, expecting my body to succumb to sleep. However, the man beside me curled up to my body, and I felt my duty was about to begin. Throwing his leg over my hips and rolling me beneath him, I had one more fleeting thought before this man took my body again. “Maybe next time, I’ll get his name…”