“Thanks for helping me cook those broiled steaks, Heike. I never would have finished everything if it wasn’t for your help.” And I am right. Without her help, I never would have finished in time.

She giggled softly and set the charred meat down gently upon my glass table, careful not to mar the fine craftsmanship of the priceless snowflake blown artifact. Her giggles reminded me so much of Usagi, it was almost surreal. “No problem. It seems you went all out to give a special treat to the one you love.” She paused momentarily to observe the freshly prepared dinette setting with a small smile. Crystal goblets with the finest champagne filled to the brim- a single strawberry placed delicately inside for artistic purposes, fine china plates and priceless cutlery slewn in carefully designated areas meant for two, with silver trays of grade A meat, ordered sushi, and powdered fried dumplings to complement the scenery. A grin of satisfaction graced her face as a slight nod showed her approval. “You sure know how to entice a lady.”

“She’s not just any woman, Heike. I plan to marry her when she is old enough.” I set the finishing touch to the meal besides Usagi’s favorite dessert. It was-of course- my favorite, chocolate fudge. I believe it was called for due to my countless hours of slaving over a hot stove with a pink frilly apron. My masculinity and ego was even bruised along the way, courtesy of the numerous giggle fits I received from my sous-chef. “She is the woman.”

Heike smiled and brushed a single strand of stray hair from her flawless face. “Well, I wish you the best then Mamoru.” She made sudden eye-contact with me and allowed me to see how truly genuine she was. “I hope you enjoy tonight.”

"You're welcome to grab something to eat before you go. It's about three more steaks on the cookie sheet."

"Oh..." she abruptly stopped and gazed at the meat in question. "I cannot. It's your food to share with Usagi. I'll just grab a burger on my way home. No big deal Mamoru."

I shot her one of my skeptical looks that told her I knew she was lying. It would be unfair if I sent her away empty handed after all the help she had given me over the past three hours to make this dinner a reality;not to mention it just being down right rude and inconsiderate. "Heike."

"Honestly, you enjoy your dinner with Usagi and I will grab a burger from McDonalds or something. American food is becoming quite popular you know."

Again, I shot her the look of disbelief. She may be a stubborn one, but so am I. "Heike, I insist. Now, take a plate from the dishwasher, put some food on it, wrap it in foil, and take a bottle of champagne for dinner. You deserve this food just as much as do. "

"M-"

"Not another word from you." I silenced her gentle pleas with a quick cut-off and a single masculine finger over my lips. She smiled and sighed out in defeat. She knew I won. "Take the food and enjoy."

"Positive...?"

I nodded and quietly walked to where she was standing nervously, hands tucked neatly behind her back as her soft,gentle curls laid gracefully upon her fully developed bossom. She was breathtaking and I wasn't too proud to admit it. Taking her hands and clasping them in between mine, I gazed into her eyes to show my sincerity. If I wasn't mistaken, I could have sworn I saw a slight blush creep to her full rounded cheeks as her locks desperately tried to hide it. It was cute...something...Usagi would do. "Positive. Now load up and get ready to leave. I'll grab your coat from my closet, and if I have enough time, I can drop you off at home."

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Usagi

I do not understand why I told myself that putting on sheer pantyhose was a good idea, but it's too late to turn back now. My bath that was infused with lavender bath-salts and strawberry bubbles galore soothed my dehydrated skin. My quickie massage from the portable hand massager Ami bought for me last Holiday had loosened and calmed my tense cool Vagisil cream Kerry-san had given to me a few weeks before had really comforted my aching to sex to the point where I hardly felt any pain. I made sure all my hygienic problems were mended- shaving, tweezing, waxing- and now I am stumped on my appearance, and that in itself, is a HUGE problem. I am confused between an all black dress with a thigh high split and a ruby-red halter dress, backless and strapless that shows most, if not all, my cleavage. Not only is it hard to keep my feminine Ph blance erect, but also my outer appearance. I haven't seen my Mamo-chan in days and I want to look my absolute best. Even if it takes me...

"Usagi, your phone is ringing!" It was my mother yelling from downstairs, " It has rang seven times since you last left it here on the kitchen counter an hour ago. Come get it! Your ringtone is killing me!"

"Hai, Mama."

Goddamn me and my forgetfulness. This is the one evening where I do not have room for any mistakes or mishaps. I always tend to leave my shit downstairs when I desperately need it up here in my possession. I really should start writing things down on a post-it or begin to leave a red string tied around on my index finger to remembrance. I have the memory and attention span of a two-year old and that is not normal for a teenage girl.

Racing downstairs like a galloping horse in desperate need for water, I quickly made my way down to the kitchen and near the counter in question; spotting my phone upon the granite counter with a handful of Brown bags surrounding it. That only meant one thing. Grocery Shopping.

"Usagi, can you help me put up some of the food?" My mother asked me as she entered the kitchen with yet another bag, sitting it down on the kitchen table while suddenly looking at me; her mouth becoming agape in awe as her dumb-stricken face told me all of her emotions. I desperately needed this little 'meeting' to come to a close.

"Sure...I can..."

"Look at you!" my mother exclaimed with a small smile, her hands becoming placed on her hips involuntarily like a bad habit. "Where are you off too looking like someones horny mid-wife, Missy?"

I looked down at my current disposition and realized I did not put on my robe before I left my room. I was down here, before my mother, in a Black lace bra, some very risque panties- cotton though, and sheer pantyhose; my hair being up in a single bun with rhinestones adorning the top not helping me shield my partial nudity.

"Out with Mamoru." I blushed and retrieved my phone before she could object my intimate wear, "I'll be back by midnight."

" Oh..." she paused before smiling, "Well, don't forget to thank him for the money, Usagi. He did buy us our meal...LITERALLY."

I threw back a fake grin and nodded. She still doesn't suspect anything but I am not sure how long it'll last. Until then, I'll have to play the hand I am dealt. "Hai. I'm going to finish getting ready for Mamoru, Mother. Is it okay if Sota and Dad help unload groceries?"

She nodded and quickly yelled down for my brother and father to help her undock the freshly acquired food she had just bought from the supermarket. With a simple twirl of her wrist- a signal she uses when she is busy for me to go off and be merry- I disappeared from before the kitchen doorway and raced up to my room to finish getting ready. That is, until my phone rang.

"Damn that ring tone. I have to change it." I looked at the caller-ID, but it read private. My first thought was that it was Rai. She was the only one who called my cell on private, but then the thought of my beloved came to my mind in quick pace. This must be apart of his romantic scheme he is cooking up for us. He was always the type to try and be- attempt rather- mysterious. "Hai."

"About time you answered."

Kerry-San. Shit, I COMPLETELY FORGOT! "H-H-Hai, Kerry-san. What brings you to call at such a hour?"

"Don't give me that sweet baby-doll talk, Usagi. Save that shit for the customers."

"Yes...Kerry-san."

"What you call me, wench!?" his voice was stern and hard; full of malice and irritation. Something had pissed him off today and now I am the outlet for his full blown rage. "Do you need to be taught respect?"

"Gomenasi, daddy." I could feel hot tears begin to form in my eyes from his brutal words, "It won't happen again."

I could feel his smirk of satisfaction grace his lips as his tone softened up slightly. "Be ready in twenty. Your client is ready, waiting, and hard." He was blunt and straight to the point.

"Ker...er...Daddy..." I paused to see if he caught my error, but his silenct anticipation for me to talk told me he didn't. "I think...I am not feeling well this evening. Can he re-."

"You aren't pregnant are you? If you are, that bitch at the pharmacy that guaranteed that you wouldn't get pregnant if you were on that damn 'super' pill is fucked!"

"No, No, No, daddy. I...am just...exhausted from the previous night and I..."

"Usagi...I allowed you to sleep in all afternoon. You had PLENTY of time to rest that aching pussy of yours."

"But...daddy..."

"You are to get ready for your client, make sure you look sexy, and be down in front of your house in...seventeen! Do I MAKE myself clear?"

Now, I didn't care about holding back my tears. My entire evening with my beloved was ruined and I was too have sex with a man I didn't even know...joint effort with this little girl from a foreign country who didn't even know an ounce of Japanese or English. I didn't want to oblige, but I dared not to object. Kerry-san owns me, my body, and my life. Mamoru will have to just settle for second place...unfortunately "Crystal."