No Rest 4 Wicked Botniks Chapter 18
Mary Okinawa #2: Free Will; Agency
CHAPTER 18
Mary Okinawa #2:
Free Will; Agency
Larry, her blockhead agent/manager, was still calling out, “Hello? Hellooo? Is this thing on? Can you hear me? Uhhhh, Mary?”
Eye roll. Please.
Mary wasn’t a prostitute exactly, but she had known many, and she had sympathy for their plight. Now the Suits and the Yakuza they answered to wanted her to become a fucking madame. And pimping went against her ethics, nuanced as they were.
She was a performer first and foremost, and she still wanted to be an honest actress. The skin flicks were just a stepping stone, a very muddy, revolting one, but a stepping stone nonetheless. She had hopped in place on Pornoland for ten whole years, but she was no closer to her real dream. She still longed to be famous in Okinawa and abroad as an actual dramatic actress in real honest-to-goodness Films.
Oh, the Cinema..
The call from her manager cut out. Thank Shinto, he finally went away!
She sighed, and another tear rolled slowly down her cheek. For what seemed like the trillionth time, she envied Larkin Lake, Jazzo Studios #1. Larkin had a voluptuous woman’s body, and its shape was one hundred percent real and natural, not Mary’s crummy “98.94” percent as any Query search would point out.
But that wasn’t the reason Mary envied Larkin.
It was because Larkin had a guy named Peter Summers, like Mary used to have Dwight. Pete was a former fan of Larkin’s who had given everything to get Miss Lake out of the nasty Biz. Mary and big ol’ Dwight might have made a run for it too, but their contracts were still a few weeks away from being renegotiated. And now Dwight was...
A tear formed in her other eye, and slowly trickled to follow its twin.
CALL 2 on the TV. Guess who?
Larry again! Mary’s face burned hot and bright with anger in the steaming pool.
Despite the fact that she had been billboard-famous for well over seven years, and she had been Jazzo’s #2 for the last five, her dumbass agent of three years, Larry Francis Fuck-You Hanamura, still did not want to hear her out about trying the acting gig again. All he heard was orders from the Yaks above.
The Yakuza clans ran a lot of Downtown Envy these days. For all she knew, maybe they always had. And that grim fact brought her to the need for a new room.
After all the dirty back door dealings, Mary had carved out a niche of her own. In real life, she lived in the lap of luxury, at the Cherry Blossom Suite of the Nihon Hotel on Floor 300.
Trouble was, that was only one floor down from Wasabi Shake’s Executive Suite, on Floor 301. Korea Kola was on floor 302. Floor 303, 304, and 305 were massive. They held conference space and luxury suites for most of Sugoi Cola’s Western HQ.
There was no Floor 306, only the rooftop and helipads above.
But guess who else was up there near the roof, less than six floors above Mary’s head? The Yakuza clans that told the Pop and Soda bosses how to say hai. And guess what clans like Goto, Rokuji, Wakisaka, and Domotto enjoyed more than sake, Korea Kola, or even Sugoi Classic?
They liked sweet young girls, ones just like Maria Venezzi used to be. And Mary was not about to pimp herself or anyone else out on the behalf of the fucking Yaks, no matter what Larry or any other cowardly middle man said. She hadn’t traded away all her principles yet.
She splashed the water, chopped at it angrily like it was an opponent in karate. Mary was reliving last week, every detail of it, and it was already eight days later……
……Because organized crime like the various Yakuza clans brought her to the need for a new boyfriend.
They were the ones who told her Dwight was…was…
Mary gritted her teeth. Fuck ‘em.
She was about ready to go. She’d get her revenge tonight, all right.
END OF CHAPTER 18
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