Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 11:52:05 -0400
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Operation Queer Bait Pt 9

Jake was beside himself when I finally returned to base the next morning.
He had tracked me to the first, the straight front, bar and then lost me
when we moved thru the door near the toilet and into the gay bar.  Luckily
he didn't know that I had left and spent the night with Kino.  I made up a
story about staying in the gay bar all night and he bought it.  He was
hungry for details and I gave him run down on the place and the Gis who
were there.  He wasn't satisfied with that and grilled me for details on
the Japanese who were there and I told him everything I had seen, omitting
anything about Kino.

He wanted me back in, this time with a wireless mike so the Japanese
security could monitor what was being said.  It was evident that they were
more interested in the Japanese than the Gis.

"It's a big time Soko bar, and we're gonna bust that crowd wide open" he
explained.  The idea of Kino being wrapped up in this had already crossed
my mind more than once, and I had worked out a strategy in my mind to try
and play both sides, giving them what they wanted while making no mention
of Kino.  It was the only way I could see thru this.  I knew the ONI owned
me, they had enough evidence to court marshal me and keep me in the brig
for years, I couldn't refuse them.  And I knew what the Soko Gaki did to
informers.  I had seen the pictures.  No, if I was going to protect the man
and the relationship I had come to cherish, I was going to have to deceive
both sides.

Wearing a wire turned out to be much less of a logistical nightmare than I
had expected.  It was small, and they taped it in the small of my back,
just above my belt, with an ultra thin wire running up my back to an
equally small microphone on my shoulder.  After they carefully glued it in
place it was almost imperceptible to the touch, and impossible to detect
once I put my shirt on over it.  I walked around Jake's office to test the
audio pickup while they monitored the transmission from a receiver outside.
Convinced that it was functioning properly, I was instructed to catch a cab
at the gate and head to Naha, where I milled around in the market before
making my way to the club at just past 7 PM.

The place was almost empty at this early hour, so I decided to go right
away to the other side.  I was surprised to be let thru so easily but then
came to realize that my reputation from the night before must have
preceeded me.  The other side was almost empty as well, with two Japanese
at the bar and another sitting at a booth with the blonde boy I had watched
last night.  The blonde was busy sniffing dope from the glass table top and
oblivious to me as I came in and sat at a booth two down from him.  The
Japanese at the bar checked me out several times but didn't make any
attempt to take it any further, so I just sat and sipped my beer and
waited.

I didn't have to wait long.  Kino appeared out of nowhere to slid into the
booth beside me.  My heart...well, my heart lodged in my
throat at the sight of him.

"Herro" he said cheerfully as he slid closer, wrapping his arm around my
shoulders to pull me to him.  I fairly melted at his touch.  "Grad to see
you back.  I think you come back for Kino?"

"Just for you" I replied.  It was sort of the truth.  I mean, I had to come
back, but I had come back for him.

"You miss me?"

"Yes"

"You miss this?" he asked, pulling my hand to his crotch.  I could tell he
was half hard.  I wondered if he had missed me.  I hoped so.

"Umm....."  I exaggerated as I licked my lips.  My eyes locked
onto his, sending an unmistakable message "yes".

"Show me" he said, simply.  My fingers found his zipper and pulled it down.
  I then fished inside and pulled the waist band of his shorts down far
enough to pull his penis free.  He hardened even more as my hand played
over the head, and I felt the first of his precum as it oozed onto my hand.
I used my fingers to spread it down the length of his shaft and began
jacking him as my free hand tugged his waistband down as far as it would
go.  He brought his hand up to the back of my neck and gently, but firmly,
encouraged me down.  I didn't fight his direction and lowered my mouth on
the head, taking it gently between my lips and letting my tongue caress the
bottom.  He drew his breath in quickly as I opened my jaws and took the
entire length of his penis in my mouth.  I hesitated briefly as my muscles
adjusted to the girth of him and then forced myself down further until the
head slipped into my throat and my face mashed in his pubic hair.  I fished
a hand into his shorts and massaged his swelling ballsack as I slowly moved
my mouth up and down on his cock.  His precum and my saliva mixed to
provide just the right amount of lubricant to allow me to slide my tongue
along the shaft as it pistoned in and out of my mouth.  I was in a rhythm
now and bobbed up and down with increasing tempo as my instincts seemed to
take over from my mind.

Kino was breathing heavy now, trying to raise his butt and thrust even as I
was going down on him.  His fingers tightened on the back of my neck and he
held me still as I detected the first salty taste of his orgasm in my
mouth.  I swallowed quickly and kept sucking as he continued to unload in
me, four, five, and then six spurts.  I didn't miss a drop and I could feel
the warm gobs sliding down my throat with each swallow.

I lost track of time and space as I ate his semen, and only the eventual
softening of him in my mouth signaled an end the blowjob.  He pulled me
gently up and wiped the ejaculate from the corners of my mouth with a bar
napkin.

"Is that what you mean when you say 'show me'?" I asked, half joking, half
serious.

"Ichiban" he said as he leaned back in the seat and zipped up.  "Joto".

"Ummm.....yes" I agreed.

"You make Kino very tired" he sighed "happy tired."

"Anytime" I replied "anytime".

Having said hello as intimately as we had, we settled into idle chit chat
as we drank beer and watched the activity as the bar slowly filled.
Several of Kino's friends came by and talked to him in Japanese, which
reminded me of the wire I was wearing.  It was the first time I thought
about it since coming in, and I wondered what the monitors thought when
they heard me going down on Kino.  Funny, it didn't bother me.  Jake had
seen and heard a lot more than that and I had lost all feelings of self
conciousness around him concerning my sexual orientation anyway.  I was
sure that I wouldn't see the Japanese police, so that didn't bother me.

Still, I found myself checking the wire every time I went to the toilet.
The glue seemed to be holding everything in place.

There were several servicemen in the bar tonight that I didn't remember
from last night and by 10 PM the place was fairly crowded.  As I watched
the activities at the various tables it became clear that all the Americans
were gay.  I really didn't know if the Japanese were straight, gay, or bi,
but it was obvious that the Americans were the ones giving the service.
Most of it was discreet, at least in the beginning, but as the night wore
on, I saw more and more oral sex.  Groups of two and three to a booth.

Except for the blonde, who always seemed to draw a crowd.  I watched him
work his way around a booth full of Japanese, never getting off his knees
as they laughed and joked while he worked them over.  He was like nothing I
had ever seen before and the more I drank the more I felt a strange envy
for him.  It made me hot to watch him get used that way.

Kino was more protective tonight, and I sensed an unspoken rule that I was
his 'property'.  I sat with him as he talked with his friends in Japanese
and made polite conversation when spoken to.  He kept an arm around me and
I really enjoyed the feeling of being with him this way.  When we were
alone we talked to each other.  I didn't mean to do it, but I slipped up
and asked about his wife.  The comment just came out, and I apologized for
the personal intrusion, but he just laughed it off.  We decided that she
was his wife and I was his bitch.  The term stuck, and from that night on I
was Kino's 'gijin bitch', a term that came to describe me to a tee.  If I
had any self esteem left it surely wasn't enough to be offended at the
connotation.

As much as I wanted it, I knew I couldn't go home with him tonight.  The
possibility of him discovering the wire was just to much risk to take, so I
made an excuse about having to be back on base early tomorrow but promised
to return tomorrow night.  He made sure I committed to every night that
week, which I agreed to without hesitating.

It was after midnight when we said goodnight the same way we said hello and
I slipped out into the dark alley and found a cab a few blocks away, Kino's
smell strong on my breath.

>From what Jake chose to share with me the next day, the night was a
partial success.  The wire had worked perfectly and the Japanese police had
transcribed the tapes that night.  Several of the conversations had
revealed some interesting facts, according to Jake.  He wanted me to repeat
the process the following night.

"Ya might try a little more talk and a little less of that other stuff
though.  We're trying to get the goods on these guys.  I mean, we already
know you're queer, you don't have to go provin that all the time."

"Hey, I do what I have to do.  OK?"  I shot back "I do what's expected in
that place.  Anything less and they'll start suspecting something's up."  I
surprised myself with that response.  I thought for a second Jake was going
to hit me, his face turned crimson at my outburst and he was visably
tensed.

"I think you do what you want to do Mary.  OK?"

"Look" I tried to calm down "I'm getting what you want, right?  That was
the deal.  I'm doing what you tell me to do.  You're not in there to direct
traffic and I just have to deal with things as they come up."  The choice
of words wasn't intentional, but it had the effect of diffusing the
situation as it made him chuckle.

"Yeah, but you freaked out the Jap cops" he said with just a hint of a
smile "I thought they were gonna shit when they heard you polishin that
guys knob."  It was the first reference Jake had ever made to what I did.
He had filmed me with other men for weeks now but he never said anything
about it.  I wondered how he felt about me and what I did.  I wondered if
he considered me a human or just some instrument to get the 'goods' on
people.  But more than anything, I wondered how he felt watching me.  I
tried to imagine....then I decided it was probably not healthy
to pursue it any farther.

"OK" he switched gears back into his cop role "same drill tonight, only
try, I mean.....if you can, to move around a little.  Get some
other conversations.
  The good stuff will be in Japanese, so if you can circulate maybe the
Japs can catch some of the other stuff going on in the bar."

I wanted to tell him what 'other stuff' was going on in the bar, but I
decided against it.  He knew enough already.

I was there early again that night and spent time drinking beer at the bar
as I waited for Kino.  Several Japanese gave me the once over and one
followed me to the bingo when I went.  He exposed himself to me at the
urinal and I was tempted but thought better of it and returned to the bar.
As I sat sipping my beer I wondered just how faithful I was expected to be
to Kino.  I mean, he had encouraged me to suck off his friends two nights
ago.  How would he react if I did it with someone when he wasn't around?  I
had been tempted in the binjo, was that a test?  Did it matter?

As I was pondering all this Kino appeared at my side.

"Herro" his voice startled me.

"Hi"

"You rike bar?  You rike sit with Kino?"

"No, no, I was just waiting for you" I explained, then I remembered Jakes
instructions "let's sit at the bar for a while, it'll be different".

"Joto" he said and ordered us both another beer as he settled onto the
stool next to me.  I glanced around the bar and noticed that the blonde and
I were the only two Americans in the crowd.  Strange.

"Kino...uh, I was just wondering" but we were interrupted by a
commotion at the other end of the room.  The blonde was sitting with a
group of Japanese in the far booth and the conversation grew heated to the
point of a sharp exchange that I couldn't catch from the bar.  He tried to
stand up but one of the men pulled him down roughly and another moved in
beside him, pinning him in the booth.  As quickly as it started, it seemed
to die down, but Kino was starring at him with a strange look on his face.

"Foorish boy" he muttered to no one in particular.  One of the men from the
booth came over and spoke to Kino in Japanese.  They talked in low tones
and I noticed Kino looking in the direction of the booth several times
during the conversation.  The other man went back to the booth and seemed
to be deep in conversation with the blonde who seemed to be trying to
leave.  They kept him blocked in as two other Japanese joined them in the
booth.  Things seemed to calm down a bit and I noticed the blonde doing
what appeared to be 'lines' from the table again as the men watched him.

The man who had exposed himself to me in the toilet came up to the stool
opposite Kino and said something in Japanese.  Kino turned, looked at me,
and smiled.

"You no rike Akiro?" he questioned as he pointed to the man.

"No, no, I...I mean.....I didn't know if....I mean"
I didn't quite know how to explain it.  I hadn't been ready to pose that
subject with him just yet.

"Akiro Kino friend.  You rike Kino friend, nei?"

"Yes....I mean, of course.....Kino, I like all your friends."  I
really didn't know what else to say.  I was completely in the dark over
this.

"You be nice for Kino friend?"  Now it was becoming somewhat less murky.
It was like two nights ago.

"If you want me to.  Sure.  I just didn't know.....I mean, when
he..."

"He no fuckee you.  Onry Kino fuckee you.  OK?  You be nice for Akiro, OK?
You want?"

"Sure.  If you say so, I mean."

"Kino say so.  OK?" he smiled "show Kino friend how good Kino bitch is.
OK?"

"Sure.  Here?"  I asked, indicating the bar.

"No.  You go bingo.  Akiro come bingo.  OK?"  The bathroom?  Oh well, I
wasn't going to question him, he seemed to really want me to do this.

The far booth fairly exploded with activity again and as my eyes were drawn
instinctively in the direction of the commotion I saw the blonde trying to
rise and being thrown down in the seat again, this time with enough force
to snap his head back against the seat back.  He was stunned and
immediately set upon by the two Japanese to either side of him.  The first
seemed to hit him in the chest and the second clearly struck him in the
face.  I turned to Kino who was already moving in that direction.

"You be nice Akiro, nei?"  it wasn't a question, it was an instruction.
The tone of his voice, his abruptness with me, it all added up to something
terribly wrong.  I moved as Akiro pushed me, insistently, toward the toilet
door.  From the corner of my eye I watched Kino approach the booth with
what looked like a baseball bat in his hand.

"Kino" I called after him.

"You be nice Akiro!" he boomed without even looking back to me.

The door no sooner shut behind us than Akiro forced me to my knees with one
hand as he tugged at his trousers with the other.  Something was terribly
wrong with the situation and as I tried to struggle to my feet, Akiro
slapped me across the face.

"Suck bitch" he hissed as he pulled his cock loose and aimed it at my face.
Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have to tell me twice, or even once,
but I was concerned with what was happening in the bar now and I hesitated.

"Suck bitch" he repeated as he slapped me again.  I opened my mouth and
followed his instructions.

The scream from the bar was blood rendering, and I spit Akiro's cock from
my mouth the instant I heard it.  I didn't know what was going on, but I
was sure it wasn't good.

"Jake, get in here now.  Something bad's going down.  Someone's being hurt"
I spoke the words, slowly and evenly, in the hope that Jake was listening
to the wire.  I tried to get up, but Akiro pushed me back down.  He held my
shoulders with both hands.

"Suck bitch" he repeated with a growl as he slipped his fingers around my
throat and began squeezing.  I don't know if he was squeezing to force my
mouth open or squeezing to choke me to death, but in the situation we were
in, it really wasn't a very smart thing for him to do.

I opened wide and he thrust his cock in my mouth.  I brought my lips around
it and looked up at his face, he was smiling.  There was a look of utter
superiority bordering on evil on his face.  The gijin bitch was put in his
place.  The American cocksucker had capitulated as always, unable to do
anything but what he was good for.  On his knees, accepting his role in the
natural order of things, servicing his master.  Good for only one thing,
and greatfully accepting the honor of pleasuring the obvious superiority of
a real man.  Too week to fight by nature, a gijin is like a woman.  To be
used.

It was all there.  Akiro had been sent with me for one reason, to get me
out of the bar so Kino and his friends could do whatever they were doing to
the blonde.  No witnesses.  Keep the gijin bitch on his knees in the
toilet, away from the bar so he wouldn't see.  So he wouldn't have anything
to tell.  Why not?  Why fill my silly head with speculation about what was
going on in there?  Be happy.  Here's another nice Japanese cock to
concentrate on, another macho man to be a bitch for.  Suck his cock like
you've been doing for the past four nights.  Everyone knows that's what
you're here for.
  To be used.  No, don't worry your silly little gijin bitch head with
what's going on elsewhere. Just suck, bitch.  We know you enjoy it.

I slowly withdrew his cock until just the head was in my mouth, bringing my
hand up to jack his shaft as I did.  I was gazing up at him with that look
of innocent submission.  He had the situation under control, I would
protest no more.  I would concentrate on the task at hand and give him the
pleasure we both knew I was meant to give.

I closed my eyes as my tongue went to the sensitive spot underneath the
head and swirled it around the exposed crown, stimulating him even further
and bringing, I'm sure, his mind to race ahead to his pending orgasm.  I
looked up again and this time his eyes were closed as his face tilted to
the ceiling in pure pleasure.  Yes, the gijin bitch was under control.  No
problem.

I slipped my tongue back, past my teeth and to the very tip of his cock
head, feeling the precum oozing out into my mouth.  I sucked hard, closed
my eyes.....and.....and

His scream filled the toilet with a horrible boom as my teeth came together
sharply and quickly, biting at least halfway thru the shaft where it joined
the head.  My mouth filled with the taste of blood immediately and I let
go, springing to my feet as he sank to the floor, one hand clutching what
was left of his mangled penis and the other searching frantically for the
gun hidden under his coat.

But it was no use, I was already thru the door by the time he found the
gun.
  And I didn't stop.

The scene that greeted me in the bar was one of sheer disbelief.  The first
thing that caught my eye was the Japanese police.  There must have been
twenty of them.  And Jake.  He held one of the Japanese by the throat as he
thrust a gun into his stomach to subdue him.  The others were equally
subdued as the police tried to force them against the wall, yelling a
screaming at them.

The blonde American was lying on a table, naked, with what appeared to be
part of a baseball bat thrust in his anus.  There was blood, lots of it, on
his legs and on the table.  He was wriggling in obvious pain as one of the
policemen tried to calm him.

Kino was nowhere to be found.

A policeman grabbed me by the neck and threw me against the bar, his gun
drawn and pointed at my face.  My hands went up, instinctively, and I
crumpled to the floor, cowering before him.

"Stop.  Stop.  He's the plant" I heard Jake's booming voice over the din.
The policeman pointed his gun away from me and I could breathe again.  From
my position on the floor I watched as first one, then in groups, the
policemen herded the Japanese out the back door, pushing them roughly and
yelling at them.  Things started to quiet down and all I could hear was the
awful sound of the blonde screaming and crying out in pain.  One of the
policemen administered what must have been a pain seditive and the
screaming stopped.

The next thing I was aware of were hands pulling me up from the floor, and
Jakes face appeared in front of me.

"You alright, Mary?" he asked, a look of concern on his face.

"I...yes" I stammered.

"Good work" he said, obviously relieved that I was alright "and just in
time.  The Soko were getting ready to mess that boy up real bad before the
killed him."

It didn't register in my muddled mind as Jake led me out the back of the
bar and into the alley.  His car was at the end of the block and he put me
in the front seat.  He spoke a few words to one of the policemen and we
drove off.  I was shaking uncontrollably.

To be continued
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