Yuta goes to complete Jazz's mission solo but encounters trouble

Hefting the bag over his shoulder, Yuta Asahina set out into the neon-lit streets at night. Normally it would be exactly the kind of 'job' he was looking forward to, something that hardly seemed like he deserved to get paid for. Night time was one of the best times to go for a brisk walk or a jog. But right now, Yuta was painfully distracted by a certain hardness in his underwear that just wouldn't go away, no matter how much it chafed him. A couple of times he chanced a quick swipe of his hand down into his pants to rearrange things, but that just made the ache worse.

"I'm happy for Fuyuhiko and all, having the girl he likes confess to him like that," Yuta muttered in a self-pitying tone, "but couldn't he have waited just a little bit longer before letting himself climax? Jazz had such soft, warm lips... and now he gets to spend all night in bed with her while I'm out doing her job for her." he sighed.

"I should look on the positive side," he reminded himself, looking up at the streetlights and the constellation of illuminated windows overhead. "Jazz will be really happy and I'm sure the other girls in her gan- err.... skating club... will so impressed with the way I helped her out twice that they forget all about the little accidents. I'm sure everything turned out alright for Piranha, Gum and Cube."

As he walked, he noticed a faint, high-pitched grinding sound coming from behind him. Like a car with a loose wheel, or... roller skates? Yuta stopped where he was and turned around. There was a big glowing convenience store sign so he couldn't see well in that direction in the darkness. The sound had stopped. "Hm." he shrugged and continued. "I wonder what's in this bag anyway. The way that Jazz was talking earlier... it almost sounds like it's **** or something." He shook his head. "Nah, nah. Of course not. That's the kind of thing that scary old guys covered in tattoos and shaved-headed bosozoku punks do, not cute girls. Heheh... knowing them, it's probably amateur porn or something. I know that Cube stars in AVs a lot, and the others are sex workers, so I figure they probably wouldn't be opposed to making a little extra with that kind of thing."

Sweat started beading on Yuta's neck despite his slow walking pace. "...damn. I know I shouldn't. Especially if I want this distracting hard-on to go away. But since I'm going to have to spend some time by myself in the shower as soon as I get home... surely they can't object if I have a little peek, right?"

Looking over his shoulder one more time, Yuta ducked into a nearby alley that looked relatively on the clean side and didn't have any nasty smells coming from it. There was a huge blue "99" spray-painted on the wall in stylized letters. " I wonder if there are other girls in the GGs that I haven't met yet." Yuta wondered as he set the gym bag down. "This is... research." Although the entrance to the alley he went down was narrow, the other end unfortunately just had a chain-link fence, in front of a pretty large storefront with apartments over it. Yuta felt pretty visible... But at this hour, who would be looking out their window down a random alley? "I'm just curious if there are any other girls I could make a good impression on. Or maybe even... something with Mew herself in it? I'm sure she wouldn't do the, uhh, 'hard core' stuff but she's pretty free spirited, maybe she might sell upskirt shots or something? Or panties? Ohhhh! Maybe they sell panties, too! This whole bag could be full of panties!"

As Yuta grinned stupidly (that is, even more stupidly than usual, which was saying something) he unzipped the bag. Inside were dozens upon dozens of small unlabeled bottles with screw caps, like you'd get your prescriptions from at the **** store. He took one of them and rattled it around, hearing that it was about half full.

"Huh. Some kind of pills? Well, at least it's not ****. I've seen **** on TV, they're always bags of white powder and stuff that looks like chunky grass clippings. Maybe... maybe these are just to cover up the real goods and there are some panties hidden at the bottom?"

But no sooner had Yuta begun rooting around in there than he heard that grinding sound again, much louder and closer this time. When he whirled around, bottle still in hand, Yuta saw something in the dim light that wasn't at all good for helping his excited bulge go down.

A girl around his age was in front of him, and sure enough, she was wearing rollerblades. But his gaze only stayed on them for a microsecond. Her long, pale legs were covered in thigh-high fishnet stockings, going up to a snug electric blue pair of bikini bottoms so tight he could clearly see an enticing crease in the middle. Above the bottoms, a few tantalizing inches of her midriff were visible, including her belly button.

Above that was a black leather jacket, which would've looked like the sort of thing a tough delinquent would be wearing, if it wasn't cut high to show off a sexy young woman's well-toned stomach... though it wasn't super tight, it was snug enough to show off quite a nice pair of melons, too. Matching the color of her skates and bikini bottoms, the skater girl's hair was an eye-catching electric blue, styled into two flowing, shoulder-length pigtails. She was clearly trying to look serious, which wasn't that easy... she had a really cute face and was wearing a lot of makeup, with heavy eyeshadow, bright pink lipstick, and a red dot on her forehead.

"Oi, omae," the girl said - a funny line to hear said earnestly in a feminine voice. Much like most of the GGs except for Mew, she spoke in masculine otokorashii. "You're in our territory, you know? Why are you trying to hide from me, if you don't have something to hide?"

"Oh!" Yuta said with a gulp. "Hi! You look like... are you part of the 'GG's? Don't worry, I'm a friend of theirs! I'm just running a little errand for-"

The blue-haired girl threw back her head and laughed melodramatically. Even a guy as thick-skulled as Yuta could tell that it wasn't the friendly kind of laugh. "Make it easy for me why don't you, dumbass?" she said with a smirk as she leaned against the brick wall, tapping her finger on the spray-painted numbers. "I put up this tag myself just a couple of months ago as part of my initiation, you dumbass. This street and all the business on it belongs to the 'Rapid 99s'! That's us!" she patted herself on the chest proudly. "I had to stand on somebody's shoulder to finish that tag, and use up almost a full can of paint! Is it not big enough? Should I have made it 2 stories tall?"

"Oh!" Yuta smiled. "That's a relief. For a second there, I thought you were a member of some group called the 'Love Shockers'. I think they don't get along with the GGs. You're, um, cool with them, right? They can seem a little rude, but they're all really nice girls."

The pigtailed teen girl in front of him shook her head, looking like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Wow. WOW. I'm honestly kind of embarrassed for you, guy. Are we 'cool' with them? Y'know, maybe. If they sent an idiot like you alone to move their goods right through the middle of one of our streets, they must have wanted to just give it to us, kind of like a peace offering. I'll take all that stuff off your hands, it must be getting heavy."

"They didn't say anything about a peace offering." Yuta frowned. "Miss, I'm trying to be polite. I'm trying to assume you wouldn't try to steal something that isn't yours. I know that just because you dress in a counter-cultural way to express yourself doesn't mean you're a bad person. Right? I think the GGs would understand too, if I go to them and tell them that one of you, um, 99s helped me when I was lost and said that there's no good reason to be in a feud. Because there's no time to do bad things to eachother when you have to worry about, um, the MAN keeping you down! D-did you hear that I was the one who made a fool out of that police captain with the ugly pompadour yesterday?"

Just as if he were trying to beat a world record, Yuta was charming as hard as he'd ever charmed in his life. Pursing his lips just so. Widening his eyes just a little. Looking **** but not too ****, firm and honest yet with a pure, boyish nature. He was a natural. And, sure enough, the Rapid 99 girl glanced to the side with a guilty expression, sighing and then staring at her skates. "Wow. I never thought of it that way. Man, you really are..."

She snapped her face back up with her lips curled in a smirk: "...the greatest dumbass I have ever met." she laughed and waggled her backside from side to side, dipping her shoulders. "Does that schoolboy routine get you a lot of girls? Did you get in Gum's panties without paying? Or maybe she's paying you?"

"No!" Yuta said defensively. "I wasn't 'paying'! She and I were just having a spray-painting contest, that's all..."

"And did your cock end up 'spray painting' that blonde-dyed bimbo's chest?" The gang member asked knowingly.

Yuta suddenly gulped. "Uh....no!" He swallowed the urge to truthfully add 'not her chest'.

"Hah. Okay then, Charming Guy. You should have no difficulty convincing her to forgive you for losing her shit then." The blue haired girl edged forward on one skate and held out one hand covered in a fingerless glove.

Yuta looked down. All her fingernails were painted that same blue shade. 'Being a gang member is all about color coordinating, huh?' he thought. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head. "No. I'm sorry, but I am not giving you that bag. It has something they trusted me with in it. I've got to go now." He reached over to grab the straps of the bag.

"Put. That. Shit. Down." the Rapid 99 member enunciated each word carefully, in as threatening a tone as a 50 kilogram girl who looked no older than 20 could manage.

"Please don't get in my way." Yuta said, taking a step towards her. "I don't mean to be rude or sexist or anything but women shouldn't try to start serious fights with guys. Unless, I guess, if they're police, or super-secret agents like you see in manga, or something.... A-anyway, I would never hit a girl, but I will push you away if I have to, and if you fall down and get a bruise, it's your own fault! Sorry in advance if that's what happens!" Yuta said, face going red as his adrenaline spiked. Unfortunately... staring at a sight like this wasn't enough for his... below-the-belt excitement to go down.

The girl in fishnets just smiled and crossed her arms over her chest. Yuta took a deep swallow. "I-I'm going now! So please, don't make me-! M-make... make..." Yuta's confident statement trailed off as the girl reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a small snub-nosed revolver.