Chapter 11 - Dealer's Moist Choice
Miki came to, strapped down in one of the dental chairs. Her guts ached.
Ursula was strapped down, bare-assed and squirming, in the other one. A bright
red ball gag kept a very wide awake and desperate looking Ursula from
contributing to the conversation. Mary was the only other awake person in the
room. Miki's camera crew lay snoozing on the floor, tranquilizer darts sticking
out of their rumps. Mary spoke.
"Miki, we've got to talk. You've been a very naughty girl and naughty girls
ought to be punished. Tiffany and Joy want you gutted with a rusty knife after
Tiffany carves off your ears and Joy grinds down all your teeth."
Miki looked at her impassively, massively unimpressed. Mary sighed. She
recognized a rock-hard bitch when she saw one. She rested a hand on Miki's
thigh.
"They're both young and foolish. I don't want to take on the Yakuza. They're
at least ten times the size of the Mafia, they're better organized and they're
much more ruthlessly efficient. This floating torture chamber is merely an
insignificant grain of sand on the Yakuza beach."
Miki looked at her coolly.
"Not totally insignificant. The Oyabun will be displeased if anything
happens to it."
Mary looked regretful.
"Bottom line is: I'm going to let you walk. I won't bore you with the legal
instrument I used, but I've frozen Ursula's assets. I've stripped her of
everything. She can't pay you anything. As of now, she has nothing, not even
clothes on her back."
Ursula shook her head violently and tried shouting through her gag. Mary and
Miki ignored her as Mary continued.
"Once I found the ears at Ursula's place, I knew that I had to act fast. The
ears weren't hard to find, neither were the videotapes. Ursula's been a very
careless gold-digger."
Ursula continued to bounce and squeal into her gag as Miki's cruel, slitted
eyes took in her delectable body, thinking of the possibilities while Mary
outlined her hastily constructed deal.
"I'm taking the girls. This puts you in bad with your boss, the Oyabun,
right? You can't finish your torture tapes and snuff film and you're out
whatever money that Ursula was going to pay you when you delivered Tiffany's
head to her."
The money bit was something that Ursula had concocted to keep Helmut out of
it. Mary knew there was something fishy there, but didn't have the time to delve
deeper. Her priority was rescuing the girls. Money made sense to her, so she
went with it.
"What would normally happen is that the Oyabun disciplines you and your crew
for being careless and makes a painful example of me for butting into his
business. Well, I'm not into pain. Ursula sold you out, by the way. She told us
everything, sang like a bird."
Ursula looked utterly horrified as Miki's ice-cold eyes glanced at her
contemptuously. Ursula shook her head violently and looked desperate to put her
spin on things.
"A knowledgable woman like you knows what bone-scraping is?"
Ursula moaned in fear as Miki smiled.
"Yes, of course you do. Well, Ursula can't stand it. She ratted you out
completely or else we wouldn't be here now, would we?"
Ursula bounced violently in her chair at this, but it had held much stronger
and more violent women than her. Miki looked at her speculatively. Ursula's
blood ran cold. Mary made her an offer.
"What I propose is that Ursula take Tiffany's place and I pay you what
Ursula would have paid you when you deliver Ursula's head to me so that we can
prove her unfortunate demise. This way, you get the money and the films. That's
all that your boss, the Oyabun, cares about. He's not going to sweat the
details. Tell him that the movies you've made so far of Joy and Tiffany are a
bonus, two young whores that you sweated good. The film of their snuff didn't
turn out or something. He won't know the difference as long as I keep Joy and
Tiffany's stories out of the newspapers."
Miki put on her best poker face as she realized that there were a few little
flaws in Mary's hastily concocted rescue scheme. For example, she didn't know
that the Oyabun was due to arrive very soon so that he could supervise
everything personally. Miki nodded solemnly.
"That could work! All the Oyabun knows is that I am taking care of two young
fluffs and being paid for it by some American bitch. The only problem is that I
need another quiff to snuff. Got anybody in mind?"
Mary smiled to cover the fact that pain queen Miki gave her the willies.
"As a matter of fact I do have someone in mind and she's gorgeous! I've had
her followed. Here's where you can scoop her no problem. There's a fitness
place, rather presumptiously called 'THE Health Club' attached to her apartment
building. You can find her there most nights when she isn't being some richboy's
fucktoy. Got to keep her professional assets toned!"
She tossed an index card with Bobbi's name and address on it in Miki's lap.
Miki looked thoughtful.
"A health club, eh?"
Mary stood.
"Your crew is just drugged with tranquilizer darts. No harm done. Oh, by the
way, I want the videotapes of you putting Ursula and her friend through their
paces. Take your time. There's no rush. I may throw in a bonus or two if you
really make Ursula and her buddy dance."
Mary unbuckled Miki and left the room. Miki made a quick call on her cell
phone. Mary's main mistake was in thinking that Miki, like her, was motivated by
greed and self-interest. While this was true, another factor easily overrode it.
In crime, as in business and sports, the Japanese are solidly team players. Miki
was more likely to chop off her own tits than to betray, or even try to fool,
the Oyabun. The second consideration was that if security had been slack, it
wasn't her fault. Others were likely to lose the tip of a finger up to the first
joint. Many Yakuza were missing the first joint of a pinkie. Cutting off the tip
of a finger was a traditional punishment among them and an ancient one,
stoically born, harking back to the days when it served to weaken an erring
samurai's sword hand without incapacitating him completely.
Mary had mistakenly thought that Miki was in charge. Everyone thinks that
the star is in charge, but the director and producer are the true bosses.
Security wasn't Miki's primary concern. Her job was sweating the bitches in
front of the cameras.
Miki walked over to Ursula, who was staring up at her in deep, deep dread.
A long needle rested suggestively on the table next to Ursula. Miki picked
it up and shook her head. Lawyers, you had to love 'em.
The camera crew began to stir. Miki rested her hand on Ursula's trembling
thigh and ran a fingernail over her shaved slit. Miki eyed the needle
significantly, sat down next to the rich man's fucktoy and felt her up while
chatting in a bright, friendly voice.
"Ursula, we've got to talk. As someone said to me recently, you've been a
very, very naughty girl and naughty girls have to be punished! I'm going to wait
until my camera crew is up and ready to film the event. We'll just have to give
this bone scraping thing a shot!"
Ursula whimpered in total terror.
