The Plot Version 1

Shampoo stretched to her full 160 centimeters in front of the mirror and then spun on her toes watching her blue-black hair swirl out from her head. “Damn, I’m gorgeous,” she murmured, lifting her firm and bountiful breasts, and then running her hands down to her narrow waist and flaring hips. “It’s too bad that Ranma can’t see it.”

She spun again before the mirror and watched the sweat fly from her body. She liked practicing nude in front of the mirrors; somehow her movements always seemed so much more fluid and graceful when she did.

It was time to do something about Ranma. The problem was her beloved simply had too many female distractions and the best way to deal with them was to simply eliminate a few of them. She went over them in her mind. First there was that primping little bitch Akane. Actually she had nothing against the girl. It was just that she was officially Ranma’s fiancée which simply meant that she was in the way. Next there was Kodachi. How dare that raven-haired temptress take what rightfully belonged to her? If anyone deserved to be taught a stern lesson it was her. Finally there was Ukyo. That little bitch was so butch she should be chasing girls rather than boys. Why she felt she had a right to make a play for Ranma was anyone’s guess, but she had overstepped her mark and would now pay the price.

It was time to put her plan into action. Her appointment was at two p.m. and the person she was meeting did not like to be kept waiting. Quickly she dressed, putting on a translucent blue thing that pretty much concealed nothing, and a matching bra that tended to display rather than support her bounteous breasts. Over this she pulled a midriff revealing dark blue top and short white skirt. “That should do it,” she thought as she pulled on a pair of white socks and black shoes. “Now to meet Mr. Big.”

Ichiro Sato watched the girl walk toward him. “That’s the girl,” he whispered.

“That one?” Mr. Big asked. “The one with the blue-black hair?”

Sato nodded. “She’s extremely well-endowed. Is she foreign?”

“Chinese,” Sato said.”

“Ah, well that doesn’t really explain the size of her breasts, but who knows. Is she the one who has been causing all the trouble?”

“One of them, sensei. There are several others.”

“Why don’t we just deal with her now?” Mr. Big asked.

“This is a public place,” Sato replied looking around the crowded market.

“That never stopped us before,” Mr. Big replied. “We could take her now and be rid of at least one of them.”

“I was hoping for more. I think if we play our cards right we can take at least four or five of them. We just have to play along with the girl until we have all of the little fish in our net.”

“I hope you are right,” Mr. Big said. “I certainly wouldn’t mind dealing with this one now despite her age.” He licked his lips. “Or perhaps because of it.”

The girl swept up to their table and bowed low. Sato nodded. Mr. Big did not move at all. “So,” she said, “is it arranged?”

“I think your plan has merit,” Sato replied. “Can you ensure that they will all be there?”

“I have already spread the rumour. None of them will be able to resist.”

“Then we have a deal,” Sato said. “Now there is something we must ask of you.”

“What is it?” Shampoo said. “I wish you to be close by when your ‘friends’ arrive. Just in case any of them pose any sort of problem.”

“Agreed,” Shampoo replied. “There is a perfect hiding place near the row of stone lanterns on the north side of the park.”

“Excellent,” Sato said. “Now you must go. It would not do if you were seen with me. It might soil your reputation.”

The girl bowed. “As you wish Sato san.”

Mr. Big nodded approvingly as the girl swept away. “Well done, Sato. She will be a good deal of fun to play with.”