With love, your melancholy whore (Part 2)

'Angelina, your client is here.' Lucy whispered as I brushed my gold eyelids.1

'Entertain him.'2

An Enzo Ferrari.3

It's been sometime after my endeavor with the daring French artist. Despite the stabbing effects of birth control pills, pleasure remains a euphoric spot.4

Tonight, Masafumi Takeda, the mafia of Shinjuku shall be under lust's hypnosis. 5

Fast Forward:6

He came. He was a man of allure, with his muscular body, and an aura of diplomacy: the calmness that solves myriad gangster politics, but fierce enough to govern the chaotic playground of dark society. However, his eyes bear the curse of sadness.7

We were in a lounge of fantasies, with pink curtains and middle-Eastern carpets, yet he remained solemn, as if lust was the filler of something missing.8

'So, Angelina, I heard that you have outwit all the whores in giving pleasure in paradise?'9

'Perhaps, while many are coerced into prostitution, I immerse in the sins of pleasure. Pleasure is like an art, but of joyfulness and suspense. It's heavenly, as if love diffuses into the air, but suspenseful, with the montage of caresses.' 10

'Show me.' He removed the straps of my tube dress (so delicately), and slowly, his shirt and my lingerie are thrown onto the floor.11

It was a bittersweet night: he licks my breasts roughly, as if they are forbidden fruits that he craved in lust's poison paradise.
Shyly, his tongue explores into my perfumed flesh and showers a bath of kisses onto the shoulders, to the stomach, to the heated region of heightened ecstasies. 12

'You are just like Yuhi, but she died because of me. Can you be her for one night?' 13

Lust it seems, is also an art of deception.14

I grip onto his tattooed back, the muscles are so delicate, yet so scarred. It was the flesh that experienced the language of blood and guns, of terror and wars.15

'It was under a full moon,' Takeda continued his tale, 'I was striding in streets of Shinjuku, waiting for Yuhi from her apartment. I was there, with showers of tiger-lilies, they were her favourite flowers..but..'16

'Takeda-san, pretend I am her, pretend tonight is the night after your wedding.' His head fell onto my shoulders, like a frightened child seeking for sanctuary in a chaotic war of love.17

His head rolls gradually onto my stomach, then into the clit. Roughly, he pushes my legs apart and licks into the heated treasures, slowly devouring himself into a amorous quest of lust. It was a series of joyous screams, he released his craves to Yuhi within. 18

'She was just like you, she loved gold eyeshadows. Yet the Dragons were after my enterprises in Arcade, they kidnapped her and put her into an office space, tied her eyes and interrogated her until her death.' Tears of the past splashed like a thunderstorm, I finally understood Takeda-san's emotionless expressions.19

I touch his shoulders, slowly dropping to his back, to his waist as I caress the muscular chest of his. His chest is a facade of his truth: it marks the history of gangster politics, tainted with blood and gore, but concealing the heart-breaking pains within.20

'They sent me the CCTV images everyday, cutting new scars on my heart during that week. She was tied onto a chair; humiliated by the gang members; interrogated questions that were out of her knowledge - yet even $20,000,000 couldn't save her life. They shot her on the seventh day, in hopes that I would close my arcade business.'21

'But that was impossible, arcades are the veins of Shinjuku, they were the heartbeats of this distorted city. The Dragons were killed the day after by my assassins, but no whore could provide me a facade of Yuhi, at least some artificial love..'22

I lay against his toned skin, his hand seeps into my scented locks. He began his aggressive series of kisses over my body, slowly..another fiesta of love-making amidst of gangs in Shinjuku.23

'Thank you Angelina, you were just like Yuhi.' He waved farewell as I exited the lounge.24

I earned another $20,000 yen, but in the name of deception. What is lust?25