Shinji awoke feeling groggy. He raised his head and took in his surroundings. He was in an apartment living room that was clean but had dated decor. He was handcuffed to a chair with each wrist secured to the back with separate sets and the chair was screwed to the floor. He also realised he was naked. There was someone else in the apartment, he heard them in the shower.
He tried to recall how he had ended up here. He had come to this city across the world on his Father's order to expand their territory. He had been having breakfast in a cafe with his bodyguards when he'd started feeling dizzy. Then the Italians had burst in, tried to assassinate him...a woman with guns popped up out of nowhere started shooting them...after that it was all black he must have passed out by that point.
He started to struggle against the handcuffs, trying to free himself, when he heard the shower stop. Then shortly after a door opened into the living room and in walked a woman, the woman from the cafe. She came out dressed in light cotton underwear while rubbing a towel against her head to dry her hair. She was pale, blonde, tall, incredibly toned with a small waist, large hips and sizable breasts. She looked directly at him with big blue eyes. She smirked.
"Awww, looks like sleeping beauty is awake. I thought I might have given you too much, guess you're just a bit of a lightweight."
He glared at her.
"Who are you? Where am I and why the fuck am I handcuffed naked to a chair!?"
She chuckled.
"Nice to meet you Shinji. I go by Hosta as my professional handle. This is a safehouse. You are bound to the chair so that you stay put for our conversation. If in the event you break free from the handcuffs, we are in a very nice neighborhood where a naked man running around will get the police called, even for a guy as good looking as yourself. I've also been enjoying the view. I mean, those abs... "
She ran her eyes up and down his body, spending a lot of time on the spot between his legs. It filled Shinji with a mix of emotions, it made him annoyed, embarrassed and slightly aroused.
"What conversation did you need to have to have so badly that you'd be willing to make a powerful enemy?"
He kept glaring, he was going to claw back some semblance of control.
She smiled and began to explain.
"Well I anticipate us becoming good friends. I fully intend to release you at the end of this and provide you with fresh clothes. Your old ones... while I'm sure you were fond of the suit, I doubt you'd still want it soaked in Italian blood."
"What happened this morning?"
His eyes narrowed at her.
"I introduced a sedative to your breakfast, the plan was to show you just how effective the Collective can be by demonstrating just how easily we can get to people, even you. It was meant to be an example of a basic extraction, but the Italians arrived and added some wetwork to my morning. Such a mess, it complicated things, but it still went as planned." She sighed.
"...and my men?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"Very much alive, just bruised and knocked out, unlike the Italians. In a way if I hadn't been planning your extraction for this morning, the Italians might have succeeded in killing you. They caught you by surprise and had you outgunned." She clarified.
"Why is the Collective offering their services to me? Don't you work for the Italians?" He inquired.
She took on a sultry cadence.
"It makes sense to extend an offer to you as Kobun. You can relay our proposal to your Oyabun. As for the Italians...if I may use a metaphor...Me and my fellow collective members are tired of getting bent over and fucked by them without getting any satisfaction or respect. Like anyone who's tired of an unfulfilling relationship, we've broken up and are looking for someone new to get into bed with. Ideally someone new, who's going to piss them off and has the means to give us the appropriate satisfaction we crave."
She looked at him with hungry eyes. The way she talked was increasing his blood flow downstairs and he was finding it distracting.
"I understand, but do you have to use such crude language? And why are you just standing there in your underwear?"
He maintained his glare.
She sniggered and put on a mocking tone.
"I'm so sorry, I would hate to seem indelicate to the man I have handcuffed naked to a chair in front of me. I needed a shower after this morning, I got covered in blood. Unless your complaint is that you want me to take off my underwear?"
Shinji found himself becoming half erect at the thought. He was annoyed that he was losing control of the situation and himself. She was clearly going to see it.
She gave him a lascivious smile as her eyes flicked to his burgeoning tumescence.
He tried to suppress his embarrassment. He stared at her attempting to summon as much menace as he could.
"What if I decline, reject the offer of the collective?"
She pulled a mock sad pouty face.
"Awww well, that's your choice, and the day I'm offered an exorbitant amount of money to kill you, I'll feel so sad as I put a bullet between your pretty eyes Shinji. Because if you don't make a deal with us, we'll have to offer it to another faction."
"You have made your point."
The woman's threat wasn't anything that scared him, but the thought of her as his enemy didn't appeal. Especially when there were potentially other options on the table.
She gave him a flirtatious smile.
"If it helps your decision, the collective isn't just high end muscle. We have access to every evidence room and morgue in the city, numerous information brokers, along with intimate knowledge of the Italians operation, which we'd be happy to throw into the bargain."
Shinji raised an eyebrow.
"I might be interested."
Hosta put down the towel she had been drying her hair with and swept it back across her shoulders. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, she pulled it off artfully with one hand dropping it in front of Shinji. She watched him stare open mouthed at her breasts with their pink nipples.
He became fully erect.
