Chapter One-hundred Five: Date Night

Chapter 105

Date Night

Ichiro sat in Foxy Robin’s lounge, having a cigarillo and a drink with Robin. She gazed intently at him. She bit her bottom lip, scrutinizing him.

Robin: “How long have you been coming here?”

She asked softly. Ichiro flicked his gaze up to the ceiling.

Ichiro: “Uncertain. Since I needed your assistance in terminating that spawn of my father and that bimbo he was screwing. She ruined my speech, even if it was a speech I made under a façade I created to placate my parents. Moreover, I am sick of my father’s hedonistic lifestyle. I’d say he can do whatever he wants, but it reflects on me.”

She gazed at him as he sipped on his scotch on the rocks.

Robin: “What did you do in Clare View Point?”

She asked with keen interest. Ichiro raised his eyebrows and glanced at her.

Ichiro: “I followed Jiro and his friends there. I used my serum I invented to turn the children’s caregiver into a richonoid.”

He began.

Ichiro: “Richoprox Erokine turns a human into a creature that attacks and kills anything in its path until it is killed, which is a richonoid. I create them mainly to give my little brother something to play with.”

He smirked. Robin’s eyes lit up and she felt butterflies form in the most feminine part of her.

Ichiro: “I think I broke my little brother, and hope to do it repeatedly.”

Robin clasped her manicured hand to her chest. She felt her taut nipples brush against the silk fabric of her dress.

Robin: “I think that is a magnificent idea, Ichiro…”

She said softly. He turned to her and laughed a bit.

Ichiro: “Is that so?”

Robin: “Ichiro?”

She asked softly.

Ichiro: “Yes?”

He locked his gaze on her.

Robin: “Are you seeing anyone?”

Ichiro raised his eyebrows at her question and cleared his throat.

Ichiro: “I hired a family to meet my parents once. I tell them I am married with children, but it’s a part of my façade to keep them happy.”

He explained. And I don’t want to be married to that crazy Varg the Viking retard, he thought.

Ichiro: “But it’s a lie… The truth is no, I am not seeing anyone.”

He said and drained his drink. Robin felt as if she was going to cream her panties.

She leaned closer to him.

Robin: “Hey, do you want to go out tomorrow?”

She whispered in his ear. He shivered a bit.

Ichiro: “Go where?”

He asked her.

Robin: “Take me to a fancy restaurant.”

She whispered. He paused for a moment and nodded.

Ichiro: “Sure, why not?”

He said flatly. Robin’s heart skipped a beat. She felt her arousal increase and her desire for this man burn.

~

Robin was in her bedroom, wearing only her black bra and panties. She lay on her bed, cupping her breast and sliding her hand down her panties. She rubbed her clit in a circular motion and moaned. She arched her back and inserted two fingers inside her vagina.

Robin: “Oh, Ichiro!”

She threw her head back and let out a high-pitched cry. Her panties were soaking wet as her sweet arousal dripped from her feminine core.

She lay back panting, feeling her thirst to have him drive his hardness inside of her, cultivating the more time she spent with him. She turned to the picture of her and Tristan back in collège in 1978. She took the photograph and placed it facedown.

~

Gabriel pressed his ear against the door and groaned, feeling a hardness in his jeans. Oscar watched him intently.

Gabriel: “Aw, fuck, I wish the mistress would moan my name instead!”

He groaned. Oscar looked at the door and then at him.

Oscar: “At least she’s moving on from Tristan. Might be fewer adversaries for us.”

And she will cease asking us to try to kill Deimos, he thought with a smile.

Gabriel: “Aw, shucks, man! I like gettin’ my hands real dirty for her!”

He drawled, flashing a lecherous grin.

~

Ichiro was in his bedroom and wore a black Italian-cut suit, dark red pressed shirt, and black Oxfords. He stood in front of his mirror, adjusting his tie and straightening his suit. Ruby stood in the doorway and whistled.

Ruby: “You look sharp tonight.”

She wiggled her eyebrows.

Ichiro: “I know.”

He said tersely. Ruby gazed at him.

Ruby: “Date night?”

Ichiro: “Yes.”

Ruby drew a breath. Ichiro strolled past her. She checked him out as he walked by.

Ruby: “When will you tell your parents you don’t have a wife and kids?”

She asked as she followed him downstairs. He grabbed his car keys and turned to her.

Ichiro: “Never.”

He said, promptly walking out the door.

He walked to his black Porsche 959 and climbed in. He started the car, shifted the gear into reverse, and looked behind him as he backed out. He then shifted into the first gear and drove down the driveway and onto the road.

~

Robin stood at the doors of her nightclub. She wore a black sequin evening gown with a plunging neckline accentuating her bust and a slit going up the left side. Additionally, she wore black opera gloves, black ankle strap sandals, and carried a small velvet purse. Ichiro’s car pulled up. Robin stepped down, and the bouncer at her nightclub opened the car door for her. Robin climbed inside. She got a waft of his cologne when she entered. It was a nice masculine scent with notes of sandalwood.

Ichiro: “Good evening.”

He nodded to her. Robin bit her bottom lip.

Robin: “Good evening, Ichiro. Thanks for taking me out.”

She said breathlessly.

Robin: “You look so dashing and ravishing.”

She said breathlessly.

Ichiro: “Thank you.”

He said and flashed her a smile.

Ichiro: “And y-you look sharp, too… like a knife through the heart.”

Robin gasped and felt something flutter within her. Her nipples tightened against her dress.

Robin: “Merci beaucoup…”

She said in a breathy voice.

~

He drove up to a skyscraper and turned right into the parking lot. He parked his car in one of the few spaces available, climbed out, and opened the door for Robin.

The two entered the building and used the panoramic elevator. Robin admired the dusky sky and beautiful city view as the elevator ascended to their destined floor.

When they got off, her and Ichiro’s arms locked until they headed toward The Shining Gate. Robin had butterflies in her stomach as they drew closer. Ichiro opened the door for her, and the two approached the hostess. Robin drank in her surroundings. Large windows enclosed the restaurant, granting the guests an exquisite view of the city. The tables had white linen with fine silverware and red napkins folded in the wine glasses to look like a rose.

Ichiro: “I have a reservation under ‘Tachibana.’ ”

He told her. She retrieved menus for them.

Hostess: “Right this way.”

She said as she led them out to the balcony to a table with a breathtaking view of the city. Ichiro pulled out a chair for Robin. She flushed red and sat down. He sat across from her and looked through the menu.

Robin gazed at him and then at the city skyline.

Robin: “So, what are your plans for the long weekend?”

She purred. Ichiro paused and slowly flicked his brown almond eyes on her.

Ichiro: “Play with my little brother, of course… He’s going away to Seashell Cove.”

He chuckled. Robin’s green eyes sparkled with delight.

Robin: “Sounds fun and enticing… Will all his friends be there?”

Ichiro: “Of course, Jiro is seldom ever alone. He’s always hanging off someone.”

He said with a twinge of annoyance.

Ichiro: “Matters not. More fun and excitement for me.”

He said as his voice trailed off.

A waiter approached them. He was a young man with short red hair.

Waiter: “Good evening. My name is Chris. I’ll be your server. What can I get you two to drink?”

Ichiro: “Yes, I’d like a bottle of Ace of Spades Gold. Thank you.”

Robin’s heart hammered in her chest as her eyes widened like saucers. He’s splurging on me? She thought. The waiter nodded.

Waiter: “Of course, sir. Thank you.”

He left.

Robin sank her teeth into her lip as she gazed at him. She slipped off her sandal and rubbed her bare foot on his shoe. Ichiro was jolted with surprise. He swallowed hard, gazed at her, and reddened. Robin noted this and pursed her lips.

Robin: “I love the idea of you… spending quality time and entertaining your brother and his friends.”

She said softly. Ichiro smiled a bit.

Ichiro: “Most people wouldn’t be.”

Robin: “I’m not most people… I think what you did in Clare View Point was very…”

She whispered as she ran her foot over his shoe.

Robin: “Very…”

He reddened all over and curled his toes in his shoes.

Robin: “...Sexy…”

She placed his hand over hers, and their pinky fingers intertwined.

The waiter returned with their bottle of champagne. Ichiro straightened his suit and tie. Robin smirked tightly. The waiter opened the bottle of champagne and poured it into flutes, and left. He raised a glass to her and gazed at her. Robin saw the interested gleam in his dark eyes. Her pulse kicked with excitement as she savored the heat sizzling through her veins. They touched glasses, and she took a sip. Something flickered in his eyes, but his face showed no expression. She watched Ichiro take a healthy gulp of champagne.

~

The waiter stared at them from the corner. He left the restaurant and put his cellphone to his ear.

Waiter: “Percy? I think you’re going to want to hear this…”

He sauntered off.

Waiter: “Your ex is in The Shining Gate with Jaxon’s brother, Ichiro.”

He finally said.

Percy sat in his living room with his black pug on his lap. He finally smirked.

Percy: “Do tell, darling…”

He said with an evil grin.

~

After Ichiro and Robin finished eating, the waiter returned with the bill. Ichiro took it, calculated a tip, and handed the waiter his credit card. Robin gazed at him, eager and greedy for his touch and so much more. The waiter returned with his credit card and the receipt. Ichiro signed the receipt, slid his credit card back into his wallet, and rose with Robin. She clung onto his arm as they departed the restaurant.

~

Ichiro parked his car in front of her nightclub and walked her to her door.

Robin: “I had a lovely evening, Ichiro. Thank you.”

She kissed his cheek. Robin planted her hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. He took her hands and kissed them.

Ichiro: “Likewise.”

He whispered.

Robin: “Do you want to come and have a drink with me?”

Ichiro: “Sure.”

He smiled.

Robin brought him up to her living space in the club. She slipped off her heels, and he removed his shoes, surveying the place. She slipped off her gloves and grabbed him by his tie, leading him to her living room.

~

The two were having a glass of pinot noir while seated in her living room. She stroked his tie and gazed up at him. Ichiro felt his body heat rise. He unbuttoned his jacket and loosened his tie.

Robin: “When will you be departing for Seashell Cove?”

Ichiro tightly pursed his lips.

Ichiro: “Tomorrow.”

He smirked.

Robin: “You have to tell me every detail about what you did and how you broke Jaxon or Jiro and his little friends.”

She said with a small moan. He nodded and glanced at her.

Ichiro: “With pleasure.”

He replied with that glint in his dark eyes.

Ichiro: “They’re going to meet with other people and… I will have to select who will become a richonoid to play with Jiro, his lawyer, and his other friends.”

He said breathlessly.

Robin: “Pick the one that breaks your little brother even more.”

She purred as she trailed her nails over his neck. He shivered and laughed a bit.

Ichiro: “Don’t worry, I observe him around others and know my little brother better than most. That’s what I did the last time.”

He chuckled and took another sip of wine.

Robin’s desire for him grew the more he told her of his plans. He turned to face her.

Ichiro: “What did you do to Jiro?”

Robin: “Moi? Well…”

She leaned closer, taking his hand and trailing her nails over his palm. He shivered a bit and laughed. Robin bit her bottom lip.

Robin: “I kidnapped him to bring him back to Shin-Yamato to marry Nariko… and then I forced him to watch Celeste, Tristan, and Tristan’s lazy rockstar boyfriend in a cage to be lowered and eaten by sharks.”

She whispered. Ichiro bit his bottom lip.

Ichiro: “That sounded fun. He did run away from his wedding with that Viking retard. Not that I blame him.”

He laughed a bit.

She drew closer, locking her gaze on him, staring into his dark eyes.

Robin: “Tu me rends tellement heureuse…”

She said breathlessly and leaned in, softly kissing his lips. Her mouth opened between his, sweet and hot passion. The tip of his tongue tangled with hers as she thrust between his lips. He tasted her hot girl breath, and her lips were soft and pliable beneath his. Her large breasts were pressed against his chest. He drew her body closer, his body responding with a fierce rush of blood to his groin. His erection was hard against her stomach.

Robin grabbed him by his tie and flashed him a brazen smirk. She led him upstairs to her bedroom. As they made their way to her bedroom, she slid his sports jacket over his shoulders as she eyed him with an aching feeling down in the most feminine part of her soaring. She reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her from the floor, kissing her as he laid her on the bed next to him.

As he kissed her, his hand cupped her waist and slid up her ribcage to cup her soft, large breast. She arched into his hand, moaning as he circled her nipple and tugged it. He dropped his head to kiss her nipple through her dress. His mouth was warm. His teeth found the tip gently biting. She gasped. He stopped and stared up at her. She gazed into his dark eyes, feeling wanton, yet good.

Robin: “I want more, Ichiro… I want everything… I want you…”

She murmured. He froze and nodded wordlessly.

He reddened and crawled up to sit beside her. He swallowed hard and shifted his eyes. He tried to find the right words to say right now. Robin smirked at him. She found this side of him so adorable.

Ichiro: “So, Robin?”

He began as he pushed his forefingers together.

Before he could begin, she slipped his socks off. Ichiro froze and fanned his toes out.

Ichiro: “Wh-What are you doing?”

He asked with some agitation.

Robin: “What do you think?”

She asked as her nails fluttered over his soles, causing him to erupt in laughter.

Ichiro: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He laughed and tried to yank his feet away. Robin’s breathing hitched. She loved his reactions when she traced her nails over his hands and neck, and knew he was ticklish. She yearned for more. She scribbled her nails all over his soles.

Ichiro: “WAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA! STAHAHAHAAP HAHA HAHAHA!”

He laughed hard and squirmed in her embrace. She ceased tickling and smiled as she watched him pant and try to catch his breath.

He removed his glasses to clean them with a handkerchief. He slid them back on and drew a long breath.

Robin: “What did you want to say to me before?”

She asked softly as she began undoing his tie. Ichiro froze and watched her loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt.

Ichiro: “So… I…”

He began and reddened. He gasped when she started fiddling with his belt.

Ichiro: “I never… had sexual relations before.”

He admitted and blushed. Robin raised her head.

Robin: “Really? A handsome, charming man like you never?”

She cupped his face and trailed her thumb over his cheek. He took her hand and kissed it.

Ichiro: “No, I haven’t.”

Robin: “Do you… want to…?”

She traced her nail over his chest. He shivered and gazed at her. He smiled.

Ichiro: “Yes, of course…”

She smiled and brushed his shirt past his shoulders, tossing it on the floor. He lifted the long skirt and pushed the sparkling fabric over her knees. His mouth covered hers in a searing kiss. She groaned deep in her throat. As his tongue played with hers, stabbing into her mouth, and sucking on the tip of her tongue. She squirmed and rubbed herself on him, wanting the contact and closeness.

He drew her closer. She felt the urgent press of his erection through his trousers. His hands were on her hips; he rubbed her against his cock, the thick tip stroking her at her core. Her legs trembled from the intense pleasure. He cupped both breasts, his thumbs teasing the peaks. Robin reached behind herself, unzipped her dress, and slipped it off. She wore small, silk black lace panties. She gazed at him lovingly.

Robin: “Ichiro…”

She moaned. His fingers brushed over her and over her panties, where she was wet. His lips trailed up her inner thigh, kissing higher until he reached the lace of her panties. He stroked over her panties, and then slipped them down, light tracing her wetness and over her labia and clit. His hand was between her legs, tracing the seam of her, and parted the soft folds.

She shook and leaned into him. He stroked her, and she could feel how slick his fingers were from touching her. He bit at her neck and then kissed when he bit. She dug his nails into his chest, and he slid his fingers in her, working his hand in and out. She trembled against him.

Robin: “Ichiro…”

She said huskily, clinging to him.

He buried his fingers deep, and she rocked on it. She wanted to release. She wanted him inside of her. Hot, frustrated tears burned behind her eyes.

Robin: “Fais moi l’amour!”

He gazed at her.

Ichiro: “What did you say?”

He asked her as he traced his thumb over her clit. She kissed him desperately. Her hands clasped his face, mouth, and lips, drawing air from his lungs.

She ran her finger over the hard ridge that bulged against his pants. He groaned and threw his head back. She unbuckled his belt and unfastened the button on his trousers. She shoved his trousers down around his ankles, his erection bulging against his briefs.

There were beads of moisture of the thick head of his hardened cock. Although Robin never did this before, she bent over and removed it with her tongue. A jolt of sensation swam through Ichiro. She caressed his calf with her foot.

Robin: “I want you to make love to me, Ichiro…”

She said in between moans. He gazed at her and pushed her down. She felt her nerves tighten all over her. His erection pressed against her stomach now. He licked his way from her nipples up to her mouth. His teeth grazed her lips, bit into the skin on the inside of her mouth. He kissed her hotly, hungrily, yearning for more.

The tip of his shaft teased her vulva as she slowly started to enter her wet, welcoming core. He gnashed his teeth as he pressed deeper into her. Robin moaned loudly, her body responding to his lovemaking. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she arched herself, moving in rhythm to his hungry, powerful thrusts.

Ichiro wasn’t sure he could go any deeper. When her muscles clenched around his shaft, drenching him in the sweetness of her essence, he lost all restraint. He slammed her on the bed, pumping her in powerful, hungry thrusts. Robin’s mouth grazed against his ear as she moaned into it, her nails dug into his back as his thrusts became quicker and more powerful.

Robin’s nerves were so tight, they were ready to break. His thrusts, grinding against her clit, hitting her in that sensitive spot that made her shatter, climaxing violently. The orgasm ricocheted through her. She clung to him, scratching his back and drawing blood. He groaned. Her body shuddered with pleasure. He continued thrusting until he climaxed and came with a rough, hoarse shout, spilling his seed inside of her.

He pulled out and collapsed next to her on his back. He rubbed his face as she lay back panting. She turned to him and wrapped her arm around him.

Robin: “That was amazing…”

She said in a breathy voice. He turned to her and smiled, tracing his thumb over her lips. He kissed her softly. She kissed him back and raked her fingers through his hair.

Ichiro: “It was…”

She put her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He reached over to his sports jacket, got his cigarette, took out a cigarillo, his lighter, and lit one up.

Ichiro: “Want one?”

He offered. She shook her head.

Robin: “I don’t smoke.”

He nodded and inhaled a drag.

He turned on the TV to watch the news. He watched the segment where the perky pink-haired woman reporter delivered the news that the Pink Top Beach Strangler was Barry Peters, who worked for Sole Desire. They showed a picture of Barry on screen and explained how he targeted young male escorts of Asian descent, and stated his house burned down, and he was found dead.

Ichiro had no interest in this and changed the channel. He froze when he saw a picture of Borko in his white suit and his black tie in a western square knot. The news reporter stated that Borko Brava has been missing for a month and was last seen at Ivy and Blair’s engagement party.

Robin: “Do you know him?”

He nodded and inhaled another drag.

Ichiro: “Yes, he was my mentor many years ago. He retired two years ago and deteriorated into a snake oil salesman. He taught me a lot, and now he sells gullible people two-hundred-dollar bottles of soda and has a nineteen-year-old girlfriend who is a ‘little’ who looks like a child.”

He explained with some irritation and lowered his head.

Ichiro: “How the mighty have fallen. He’s not half the man he used to be.”

Robin gazed up at him.

Robin: “Ichiro?”

Ichiro looked down at her.

Ichiro: “Yes?”

Robin: “I want to come with you to Seashell Cove. I want to see you break your little brother… and Tristan, too.”

She said huskily. His eyebrows raised, and a smile spread across his lips.

Ichiro: “I’d love nothing more.”

They kissed softly.

~

The next day, Ichiro arrived back home. After showering, he stood in front of his mirror, fixing himself up and adjusting his lab coat over his pressed red shirt, black tie, trousers, and black Oxfords. Ruby gazed at him from his doorway.

Ruby: “Have fun? You didn’t come home.”

He combed his hair.

Ichiro: “I did have fun.”

Ruby gazed at him, admiring him.

Ruby: “Oh, Ichiro, your parents said they wanted to come for the long weekend.”

Ichiro turned his head, looking irritated.

Ichiro: “I have plans, Ruby. They know I’m a busy man. Tell them that.”

He said tersely as he strolled past her. She checked out his ass as he walked by.

Ruby: “Do you think they will ever catch on?”

Ichiro: “No. They want to believe this and know I would never be like Jiro.”

He said irritably and stroked Lucifer’s head as he walked by.

Ruby: “Oh, and Ichiro, your father got another girl pregnant.”

Ichiro turned around and gaped at her.

Ichiro: “I’m not cleaning up his mess this time.”

He said as he left the house, slamming the door.