DragonDoll Negotiates

 

Marc Tanaka looking worried as he briefs you... "It's a very tricky situation... the Tortellini family control the entire East Side... they know my connections and they're threatening to block all distribution to my restaurants... stop me getting any decent kitchen staff... they could cripple my business in the East Side without even breaking the law... I need you to convince them to ease off..."

DragonDoll grins nastily at first... then seeing your expression she sighs... "This sort of ting was much easier when I was young naughty ninja assassin... I could just kill all the important members of family and been done with it... but I guess I can't do tat any more... so I'll go see if I can catch some of their muscle in the act and teach them a lesson..."

Marc nods... "There's not much to catch... all the Boss needs to do is make a few phone calls and the distributors will be only too happy to stop delivering... I need you to negotiate if you can... I've set up a meeting... wear something impressive..."

DragonDoll rolls her hazel eyes with the golden flame... "Negotiate... hah... you don't make nice nice with goons... you tell them how it's going to be until they back off... ok ok, I try it your way..." grinning as she drops her towel and drapes herself in red silk...

The limo waiting outside... Nami taking you deep into mob territory... a hotel... the top floor suite rented out for the occasion... the rest of the building empty... as you walk up to the private elevator... guarded by a couple of goons who snarl as they search you for weapons...

DragonDoll frowns unhappily as her thigh belt of knives is confiscated... thinking for a moment perhaps she should have brought Kei to assist... forcing a cruel grin... "Like I need my blades to take you clowns... anyway... make negotiation... not war..."

The big ape grinning... "Well, Tanaka knows how to get our attention..." Reaching for your tensed bottom... his partner stopping him with a look... and allowing you into the elevator... Big Boss Tortellini waiting at the top... with eight of his boys flanking him... "Have a seat, Ms Sushi... wine?"

DragonDoll advances on five inch heels... but still barely 5' 7"... tiny steps... silk rustling over the powerful legs beneath... flashing open on the side almost to the waist with each step... even as she flashes a smile and offers a gloved hand... "Certainly... that very gracious..." waiting for someone to get her chair... long jet black ponytail swishing as she looks from one man to another...

One of the goombahs delivering a rich red wine... matching your silk dress... the guards letting their eyes roam all over you... although the Boss remains all business... grinning malevolently... "Okay... here's the problem I have with your boyfriend... he expects special treatment... he seems to think that his businesses are exempt from the 5% gross all the other businesses kindly donate me... that hurts my feelings..."

DragonDoll nods... rolling balls of powerful bare shoulder... feeling the eight pairs of eyes following the movement... all except the focused eyes of Tortellini himself... "While I can understand how that must hurt... think how my client feels... he runs a purely legit business which already employs its own security..." grinning... "He feels like he's paying twice..."

Tortellini nods... "So I guess if none of his restaurants ever get any food again, you'll magic it up yourself... and go work in his kitchens when he can't find the staff... you'd better make that donation, lady, or that whole chain of his is in the toilet..." He frowns... the eight men cracking their knuckles... the mood growing ugly...

DragonDoll raises a brow... "Are you threatening me? I came here in good faith Mr. Tortilla... it not good business to send away angry... you have exposed businesses as well... I propose we live side by side... peacefully..." smirking... "A one world philosophy if you will..."

Tortellini narrows his eyes... "That's unacceptable to me... you'll deliver a message back to your boyfriend that I want 10% from him... and if you won't deliver a message... you'll be a message..." The guards moving... eight of them surrounding you... looking mad... pounding fists into the palms of hands...

DragonDoll eyes Tortellini calmly... "Tat is unacceptable... and indeed... I AM the messenger!" kicking the chair out from under herself as she stands... sending it tumbling into the legs of two men... kicking off her stiletto heels... one each at the throats of two more men... settling into her stance... grinning broadly...

The two men going down like ninepins as the chair takes their legs out from under them... luckier than the two with a spike heel protruding from their throats... gurgling and spewing blood... staggering... then tumbling dead... leaving you to face four big men... swinging meaty fists at ribs... head... between your thighs...

DragonDoll meets each man's first blow with a block... alternately using arms and legs alike... red silk rustling... then ripping... shredded to pieces by punching... grabbing hands... as it flutters limply... its former occupant halfway across the room... finishing the two men tripped by the chair... a splits kick... noses broken... and driven back into the skull cavity...

The four bruisers turning... watching in horror as their fellows are so brutally taken out... drawing iron bars... all four rushing you at once... bars swinging as they attempt to smash ribs and put you down for the count...

DragonDoll twitches at the sight of the bars... dodging... contorting... full well-formed breasts swinging free as she removes her bra... wrapping it about the thrust of a bar... to wrench it away... grunting as another bar hammers her in the abs... the muscle wall there rippling with the passing of what look like scales... as she whips the captured bar at one man... and her long hair at a second...

The bar slamming into the forehead of one man... smashing his brain against the skull... and putting him down hard... as your hair whips across the eyes of another... temporarily blinding him... sending him stumbling away... as the other two redouble their efforts... one aiming an iron bar at your head... one between your legs...

DragonDoll ducks the bar swung at her head... twisting at the waist to catch the other bar on a hip... grunting loudly from the pain... even as the sound of iron smacking soft flesh echoes... the staggered bodybuilder in nothing but panties dropping down to sweep with both powerful legs...

Those legs smashing into the legs of the two thugs... sending them flying... even as the one you blinded recovers his senses... and charges you from behind... iron pipe swinging... roaring like a bull...

DragonDoll might have been in trouble if the man hadn't roared so loudly... ducking and rolling aside... her leg striking upwards between his legs like a snake... a dragon tattoo visible as it reaches full extension... "Keeeeyah!" catching the iron pipe as if falls from the man's hand... coming up headed in Tortellini's direction...

The two thugs you downed earlier picking themselves up as you swing the pipe towards the Boss... catching him in his fat gut... knocking the wind out of him... even as his two remaining heavies make a last effort to crack you across the skull with two swung pipes...

DragonDoll twirls the bar in her hand and spins to meet the attack... iron clanging against iron... using the bar in her hand like a baton... catching both blows above her head... her raised arm lifting her already ridiculously uplifting breasts even more... nipples pointing like shaking fingers at each of the thugs... as if disciplining them... even as she kicks each in the solar plexus...

The kicks sounding like gunshots as they slam home... Tortellini still coughing up his guts... desperately pushing the buzzer on his desk to call the elevator... and his remaining two thugs... armed with your knives...

DragonDoll grins at Tortellini... grabs his collar and drags him over the top of the desk... and toward the elevator door... bringing the bar up to his throat... choking him as the doors open... "Give me my knives... and I'll let you and your boss live... NOW!"

The guards look at you for a long moment... then hand over the knives... their boss visibly shaking as he sinks to the floor... letting you leave via the elevator... not looking back... even as you step naked out onto the street... causing a sensation before you step nimbly into the waiting limo... "Negotiations went well, I take it..."

DragonDoll rolls her eyes at the sumo-like driver... "Hai! Message delivered... how these American thugs ever threaten anybody I'll never know... take me home for a hottub, Master Tsunami..."

(January 2008)