Milk Tea Part 6

Very film noir, PG 17 part 6 finally completed. Anton finally decides to express his feelings.

'I think I am falling in love with you, Pandora' - a shower of kisses surged before Aiko rushed into Dragon-I, but Chris was heavily drunk with gross vodka.

'I think I am falling in love with you, Pandora' - a shower of kisses surged before Aiko rushed into Dragon-I, but Chris was heavily drunk with gross vodka.

Aiko was in muted shades of white, 'I think I have tracked the Bloodsucker, darlings, but they might have noticed the GIS.'

Reels of action play over and over - a man with dyed blonde hair was constantly coming in his black Lexus. He was a Don Juan, draping his arms with the girls, kissing one after another.

That Causeway kid was right - Golden Hawk Cafe was a Vixen's Cementary - the girls dressed as if it is a Playboy Mansion: V-necks, lowered drapery, bondage, fishnecks - it's a novella of prostitution and party. The Cafe was their reliable supplier of fresh bait, ready to be wickedly seduced: the businessmen in Armani with his collection of credit cards; the millionaire celebrity and his raps or the expat with a seducious wink..

And the bloodsucker is just like Crazy Town's 'Revolving Doors':

Now Ladies come, ladies go,
Out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back,
Most come back for more.

Handsome, rich, lustful, manipulative. Yet, why was Leanne the very victim? Why the feud with Red Angels if nudity is their key to money?

Video ended. Bloodsucker exited with 2 girls in bondages to their eternal ride in his car of death.

A phone call.

'This is Sam from The Murderers. We found the Red Angels in Tribeca.'

'Thanks.'

Tribeca - the legendary lovers' cafe, or whore-land. Where you achieve your lust with the first love, the mistress, the flirtacious co-worker. It was also the place where high-class prostitute offer their services.

I glanced at Chris. A pure hangover - his body curved into a peaceful, cat-like sleep. Wait for the vomit tomorrow, my partner in crime.

Anton looked at me, 'Guess it has to be us going. Thanks Aiko.' First time the mafia smiled at anyone. Perhaps they are filled with everything, they needed twisted excitement like Tribeca to stimulate their lives.

Tribeca- the perfect lust scene. The music was raving, it was Thalia's Seduccion - the beats and tempo slowly entrance lovers, or the lusted into an ecstasy. As the words:

Seducción Peligrosa poción Que me envenena el cuerpo
Me pone al descubierto amor
Sin defensas
Estoy tan propensa
Al pecado de tu boca
Que todo esto provoca en mí
implied, seduction ultimately leads to a wonderfall of lust.Inside the tatami sections: the entrepreneur was caressing the lustrous breasts of his Armani model girlfriend, in her 20s; the expressive artists drawing his nudes, while being in the heat himself; the experimental students that threw their uniforms away - moaning, thrusting.. - and among them the Red Angels.

Ha, 'merging of physical and spiritual souls.'

'Are you sure you are fine with this eavesdropping?' asked Anton.

'I am a sacrificial lamb, Hiroshi better compensate me.' I laughed.

5 seconds later Anton was kissing my neck, and my arms exploring the smoothness beneath that Paul Smith shirt.

A conversation!

'What do you mean you can't make it? I have 56 appointments per week, Mister! I used to have patrons sponsoring me from perfumes to shoes.'

'Darn it, Anne, he is ditching me - $10,000 lost!'

'That's better than the days with Eric. I wondered what would have happened if Leanne was still with us. She'd be our successor. But again, why did she date that son of a bitch? He was the class of the Bloodsucker. That's why the Bloodsucker listens to him.'

'Really? I remembered the time when we were in the Cafe, and the Bloodsucker was dropping epthetamine when we were on the bottom..'

'Shhh' Anton whispered as he moved towards my tank top. We are playing a dangerous game: pretendence of lust, and eavesdropping of a concave of secrets.

'..of the hierarchy, and he almost drugged us so he could start his own Empire.'

'Ha, but Eric establish that before him. Except, both of them are perverted sluts. The only difference is that Eric has too many connections, while the Bloodsucker can only get his ecstacies in private because of the gangster war.'

'When Black Venus and Golden Hawk waged on each other yeah? I can't believe a small milk tea shop could do such a thing.'

'Hmm..but Leanne keeps going there. She kept saying that she owned somebody something, and had to pay back before she and Hiroshi married.'

Time's up. So there was a happy ending beneath the complex myriad of Gangster history after all.

The entrepreneur now thrusted himself (despite the beer belly) to his model; the artist sang his confessions of love, while gently caressing his belle's soft skin; the students glaring at each other's erect sex(ah first time lust); the celebrity in a wild feat, roughly tearing his partner. (a la the materialistic)

Oh, when did capitalism and prostitution transform to twistedly forms in 21st century?

My hands were touching Anton's tanned skin, as I gazed into his brown eyes, as he softly gripped my back, kissing me on the lips. Chinese-Japanese are just that charming.

3am, the hour of silence, and I was laying in Anton's tatami in his designer apartment, his arms wrapped around my skeleton waist. My aunt would criticize me for wasting teenage years away, but I am on a case of labyrinths. Of life and death.

A nightmare - I saw myself, exposed in pink blossoms and creamy skin, butchered as a sacrifice to the greased hands of molestion. A stabbing pain: the Bloodsucker licked his poison inside my body. Another Ms. Lamb to the bureaucracy of Black Venus.

I screamed, and 2 phone calls just have to ring from my Sharp GX22. What an anti-climax.