Yuta follows along with Jazz on a job that might not be exactly legal, and the two of them meet the tough guy Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

He wasn't sure quite what it was about her, but Yuta found himself really intrigued by this new girl. She was really brusque and confident, but not abrasive at all. The fact that she'd been wearing such baggy clothing just made the boy more curious what she had going on underneath it. With someone like Gum or Piranha, you could tell their cup size and hip measurements from half a block away. He was in mind of a Children's Day present that he wasn't (yet) allowed to unwrap. Even though he wanted to pull out of this spiral of lustful obsession he'd gotten himself trapped in, he was doing just as bad a job of it as he'd been at otherwise "pulling out" ever since he started chasing girls aggressively.

"Well, I'll do better on both counts." He said to himself. Before he set about sneaking out of the house without alerting his parents or sister, he briefly looked at the roll of condoms he'd bought after that awkward time when his graffiti contest with Gum had ended with filling her with cum. The exotic foreigner Piranha had seemed really upset about getting cum inside of her before that, and though she'd been a little blase about it, Gum clearly wasn't happy with it either if she'd banned him from meeting her gang. Yuta figured it was worth the risk of seeming too forward when he got to see Mew again.

Yuta thought hard about tucking a few into his pocket. "No, no... I'm just supposed to be helping Jazz with a job so we can both get a little spending money. If I bring one with me, that will just be starting things off on the wrong foot with temptation." he dusted off his hands and climbed out the window. Rather than borrowing the family car, he decided it would be best to go on foot, even though it was the sort of distance that most people would take a train for. In case he got sweaty, he thoughtfully packed a small gym bag with a change of clothes.

When he got to the place he'd been told about, Yuta ended up having to wait quite a long time. He checked his watch several times. A lovely 30-something woman in jogger's lycra had just stopped by the bench in the small urban park he was waiting at and started to chat to him when the alabaster-haired skater girl from before showed up. It was an effort for Yuta to shift his gaze from an attractive and scantily-clad woman to one dressed much more plainly, but he did, telling the jogger he'd catch up with her another time... which he would, though not for some months yet.

"So..." Yuta said, coughing. "Did I need to bring anything?"

"Nope." Jazz replied casually. "Just that steely gaze, poise, and determination of yours." she said. In contrast to how she'd spoken earlier, there was a hint of flirtatiousness in her voice. "Shall we? We've got two stops to make. We'll be carrying something, taking turns with one of us going up ahead to look around and make sure there's nobody who looks like trouble while the other one follows along with the delivery. It's really valuable, and there's lots of..." she giggled for a moment. "...delinquents on the streets who might try following us or waiting for us if they know who I'm working with. And no, I don't mean my friends Gum, Piranha or Mew."

"Delivery? Oh, so it's like being a courier." Yuta nodded. "Why does it pay so much, couldn't they just send it through the mail?"

"Oh," Jazz said, "you can't trust the postal service with something like this. Don't worry about it. You did want to spend some time together, right?" She indicated the direction they were going and started skating along, slowly enough that Yuta could keep up with a brisk walk. "So you're a school athlete, right? I can tell you've got a lot of power in those legs of yours." she gave his thigh a pat.

"Thanks!" he said, noting that he was starting to feel a certain stirring sensation. "I've done pretty well in the competitive circuit! I actually just graduated a couple of months ago. It's tough finding good work in this city if you don't have experience or connections."

"Yeah, especially if you want something that isn't gonna turn you into a soulless zombie, right?" Jazz nodded knowingly. "Convenience stores are bad enough, but my brothers went into that corporate world and let me tell you, within a year it was like they'd been replaced by aliens. No time for anything, always having to go to to the bar with the boss after work, always tired and hung over, angry and bitter all the time. Yikes. I'm sure you'll find something, Yuta."

"Is this what you usually do? Running errands like this? Like, for one of those employment agencies?" Yuta asked, noticing that they were heading in the direction of a part of town he would normally avoid, a tangle of streets that made the red light district look innocent by comparison.

"No way, I can only pull a job like this, like, a couple times a year. My normal line of work pays the bills decently and gives me great flexibility on my schedule, but I haven't had nearly as much success as my friends. You know Mew, right? Honestly, if it wasn't for her help I'd really be struggling. I'd recommend it you too, but... it's hard for a guy to find any work in that line, even one as cute as you."

Of course, Yuta, though not always the sharpest knife in the kitchen, realized that Piranha and Gum were sex workers, and Cube was an AV actress. But that wasn't the sort of thing Mew would be involved in. 'She must be talking about hostessing or something.' he said to himself.

"Here we are. Remember, Yuta," Jazz said as she took his hand and led him inside. "Just be cool. Should be easy for you, right?"

Yuta didn't particularly understand the conversation as Jazz spoke to a well-dressed man at the table, though he definitely didn't like the look of the two tattooed guys wearing loud shirts who were standing in the other corner of the room.

For her part, Jazz didn't even look at them, she was focused on the slim, handsome man at the other end of the table. Sharply dressed and fair haired, he didn't look any older than Yuta or Jazz. If anything, he looked younger; just by looking at him, Yuta had to wonder if he wasn't still in school. The fancy eyepatch with a dragon picture on it that he was wearing was too on-the-nose to be taken seriously, but the hard-edged expression on the boy's face would have made Yuta disinclined to give voice to the thought that he looked like a kid cosplaying as a gangster.

"Hi, Fuyuhiko." Jazz introduced herself with a polite nod of her head. "Everything going well? You seem tense." she said in a casual voice.

"Hey, idiot!" When Fuyuhiko spoke sharply, Yuta shook his head and instinctively looked towards him with a 'who, me?' expression. Contrary to his reflexive expectations, though, it seems that the well-dressed young man was actually speaking to Jazz herself. "You think that you can bring someone who isn't even in your crew in on this and I'm not going to have anything to say about it? I smell pork on him."

Confused, Yuta looked down at his athletic shirt and sniffed. He'd been pretty sure these were clean clothes fresh from the laundry. Jazz held up her hands defensively. "No, no way! He's a low-wage worker who just gave up his job to get our 'mutual friend' with the bad hair off of my back. Plus," she leaned closer to Fuyuhiko and spoke in a low voice, though not so quiet that Yuta couldn't actually hear her, "he's a new customer of some of the other girls in my crew, and this way, if I pay him to help it's likely the money will end up back in our pockets, anyway."

The eyepatch-wearing would-be tough guy looked over at Yuta, who awkwardly smiled back. "Doesn't matter anyhow. I'd already changed my mind. Those tramps in the Love Shockers just came around today with a better offer. Skater punks like you and your friends ought to know the costs of moving too slowly, right? One bunch of colorful gutter bitches is as good as another, so I won't be needing your services anymore."

Yuta, normally a very sensitive and obliging sort of guy, at least on the surface, had learned that the one thing that got his hackles up was cruel things being said to pretty girls. "Hey! You shouldn't talk about her or the other Gee-Gees like that!" he saw the one baleful eye of the young man at the table focus on him and narrow. He gulped, but didn't stay quiet. "I mean... I've seen them in action. N-not like that though! I mean, they're really incredible athletes, I've never seen anybody move like they do through their own streets! Aside from my sister I'd never lost a race fair and square to a girl until I met Gum and Piranha, and I'm not the least bit ashamed to admit it, they're that good!"

Fuyuhiko calmly leaned forward in his seat and folded his hands on the table. "Well, I guess idiots attract other idiots. Either you're just that dumb, talkin' to me like that, or you're tired of living."

Yuta felt his throat seize up for a moment, but Jazz didn't seem to take it seriously. The white-haired girl just laughed and sat down on the edge of the table. "C'mon, Fuyu, I know you're just playing hard to get. Otherwise you wouldn't have even had your gorillas let us in to talk. I mean, really, the Shockers? Those bunch of dishonest pocket-picking strippers? You'd trust THEM to run your errands? Not that I'd ever accuse you of lying, but, some of us let our real desires out in **** ways."

The sour-looking baby-faced young man gave her a hard look. "You're my therapist now? Be careful trying to moonlight as a shrink now, Jazz. My last psychotherapist had to take an early retirement on account of a complex knee injury.

Vocalizing thoughtlessly, Yuta wondered. "Wow, I know knee injuries are a common career-ender for athletes and entertainers, but a therapist? I mean, the way he worded it, it's almost like he's saying that he was the one who... nah, I'm sure I just misheard."

"No, no, it's cool, Fuya!" Jazz said, leaning closer. "I'm just saying, you don't have to be trying to scare me, or feeling jealous because I brought a guy with me for the job this time. I literally just met Yuta today, I've never even worked with him before."

"Yeah, right! You think it's a coincidence that Yuta Asahina, who spent four long years getting love letters and bento boxes from every girl in the school shows up here with you?" Fuyuhiko slammed one of his fists on the table. "The stupid 'nice guy' who they wouldn't stop talking about, when they always 'had somewhere else to be' whenever I tried to talk to them?!" The last part he mumbled between his teeth, "I thought girls were supposed to like the bad guys, damn it..."

Yuta blinked. "Oh.... oh! That's right, we did have some classes together the last couple of years, didn't we? I'm really sorry, uh... Kuzuryu-san, was it? I didn't recognize you because of the..." he motioned towards his eye. Fuyuhiko's response was to make a very rude geture towards Yuta with his finger and his un-covered eye.

Jazz sighed and rolled her eyes. "Wow, why do you have to make it so complicated like this? Let me think... the last time I worked with you was almost 4 months ago... you're 18 now, right Fuyuhiko?"

"Yeah... I mean, don't change the subject, idiot!" Fuyuhiko blushed. Jazz's annoyed expression softened and she giggled. "Oh wow, do you know what this looks like? It's totally like I'm a shonen hero, and you're the tsundere spoiled rich girl who calls him 'idiot' to cover up how much she likes him."

He didn't have anything to say to that, and Jazz continued. "You're actually really cute, Fuyu. I think the reason you didn't have any luck with girls is because you were trying too hard to act cool and tough all the time and never, you know, just talked to them. Or maybe that wasn't the problem, I dunno - I wasn't on the same wavelength with any of the other girls in my school, and it wasn't until I dropped out and hooked up with the Gee Gees a few years ago that I ever found anyone I could really jam with. But oh, what would the comic-book hero do when the tsun-tsun crushing on him is threatening to have him killed?" Without any further warning she reached out and grabbed him by his shirt collar and leaned over him. The tough-looking bodyguards took a half-step forward, looking alarmed. But rather than any kind of blow, Jazz pressed her face close to Fuyuhiko and planted a kiss on his lips. He started to push her away, but halfway through his hands un-tensed, and he took gentle hold of her shoulders as he started kissing her back, then burying his face in the nape of her neck.

The athletic, tanned skater girl edged forward over the table until she dropped sideways into Fuyuhiko's lap. As Jazz kept kissing him, the slender young man's tough facade melted way, and he started slipping a hand up under her long-sleeved shirt. She was clearly starting to undo the top buttons on his jacket. Soon, Jazz was taking one of his hands and guiding it down to the waistband of her pants.

"Wait... Jazz-chan..." the blushing youth pulled away from her for a moment. "Is this just part of a business deal? I mean, should I think of spending time with you as part of something that I'm paying you for, or... ah!" he was suddenly interrupted, letting out a gasp as she moved to the side and nibbled on one of his earlobes. "When a musician is coming up with a new song, they make beautiful music first, and worry about what name they're going to give it later." She looked over her shoulder. "Hey, you can tell those guys with the bad fashion sense to wait outside your office, right? You won't have any trouble handling me on my own. I'm sure."

"Yeah... yeah..." Fuyuhiko nodded as he pulled Jazz's shirt up over her head and peeled it off, leaving her sitting there in just a white sports bra, showing off her firm breasts... and stiffening little points that showed she was getting more than a little excited. "Get out of here, guys. I'll need a few minutes with our best courier to work things out." One of his hands started fumbling around with her belt, undoing the buckle and unbuttoning her pants. Slowly, the zipper slid down.

Not knowing what to think, Yuta's reaction was to stand there gawking and blushing. If nothing else, he was glad he was being rescued from the awkwardness and potential danger of admitting that he'd spent at least two years in classes together with this guy and yet not recognized him until he was reminded. Maybe he DID spend too much time staring at girls.

"Well..." Yuta said quietly to himself, "I guess... actually it's better this way. I mean, if Jazz is this guy's girlfriend, um, or something, then I won't be tempted to do anything around her that I shouldn't. I mean, the thought was just silly, I can't believe I was getting such ideas that I almost brought a condom with me. I'm supposed to be getting a date with Mew. Or, maybe Gum. And if she said no I'd gladly ask Piranha and see if she's not mad anymore. Really, I have to give Kuzuryu-san credit for not overlooking a beautiful girl like Jazz just because she doesn't dress or act girly. Oh, damn, I shouldn't be staring..."

Clearing his throat, the Asahina boy smiled and waved awkwardly at his forgotten classmate as Fuyuhiko tossed off his shirt and jacket and helped pull off Jazz's tan-colored pants, leaving her lying on the table in just her socks and underwear. "Um, everything Jazz said is true. I'm just a friend of hers and I only came to help with the job. Ah, I don't want to make things awkward for her, o-or you, so I'll just go outside..."

Jazz giggled, giving Yuta a relieved look when she saw he wasn't offended or upset. "Yeah, it's cool, Yuta, I'll be out there to help you in a-"

"No." Fuyuhiko said, his voice taking on the same harsh, commanding timbre that it'd had when the meeting first began and he was throwing around threats. "Don't go anywhere, Asahina." He got to his feet and looked down at Jazz on the table as she spread her legs, showing off the cleft of her sex underneath her white boyshorts. He began to rub there with his fingers. "I want Casanova-san over there to watch. He can stare just as much as he wants." He got down to his knees and pulled Jazz's panties to the side, exposing the pink crease of her vagina, and brought his face close.