Chapter 1 - Yūri

It was 1972, and I was very much about the women's liberation movement. I'd spent too long being controlled by someone else. Being told what, when, and how to do something by someone else. Correction. It wasn't just someone else. It was by my father. And I've had enough. We've been living in America for six years, and I'd gotten a taste for the freedom this land of dreams offered. And my father didn't like it.

“YURI!” my father bellowed. His voice echoing off the empty corridors of the house. I rolled my eyes, flipping my long black hair over my shoulder. I didn’t give a flying fuck what he had to say. I’m twenty-four years old, and I am done with him trying to control my life. In general, I am done with men, trying to dictate what I can and cannot do. And that’s exactly why I’m heading to this protest. 

“We are so going to be dead.” Mayu whispered, casting a nervous glance behind us. I love this girl. She’s been my best friend since we could walk. But she needs to be more confident and fearless. “Fuck them. We are adults.” I scoff as I adjust my burgundy patent leather jacket that matched my mini skirt, cabbie hat, and thigh-high boots. My father hates these boots. He also hates that I wear mini skirts. Again I don’t care. 

I felt sexy dressed like this, and I’m going to own my curvy-toned physique. Dad, and especially Shinobu, be damned. They don’t own me. Especially Shinobu. That fucker is never going to own me. Even if he seems to think he can broker a deal with my father to marry me. Like I would suddenly become a submissive and obedient wife. 

I am the next boss of the Hatake clan. And soon as either my father steps down or dies, every one of these chauvinistic pricks is going to fall in line or taste my blade. I won’t take any of their shit when I’m in charge. “They can try to kill me, but it’ll be their blood on my blade.” I smirked, tugging my mousy friend out the front doors, making a beeline for my black Camaro.

“GET BACK HERE!” my father yelled from the doorway. “STOP HER!” he shouted to the guards that milled about our compound. They all jumped to attention and rushed for my car. One of the guards managed to grab Mayu, dragging her away. “Yūri! Don’t worry about me! Go! Hurry!” she yelled as her voice faded out as they dragged her inside. I slid behind the wheel before they could get me, slamming the door and locking it.

“IF EVEN A HAIR ON HER HEAD IS OUT OF PLACE WHEN I GET BACK, I WILL MURDER EVERY FUCKING ONE OF YOU! STARTING WITH YOU, FATHER!” I shouted through my open window as I started the car. My father didn’t look amused, staring with his usual hard expression on his face as he glared at me, arms folded. Some of them looked afraid, knowing my threat was to be taken seriously.

“Stop this nonsense, Yūri. Come back inside, put on something presentable, and we can discuss our marriage.” Shinobu commanded, slamming his palms on the hood of my car. That mother fucker. No one touches my car! “MOVE!” I commanded seconds before I slammed my foot onto the gas pedal. I didn’t leave him much choice. He either rolled away or would become roadkill. I preferred the latter if I was honest. 

“YOU’RE PSYCHO!” Shinobu shouted as he waved a fist at me from the gravel driveway. “NO SHIT SHERLOCK!” I shouted back, giving him a middle finger as I slammed through the gates. “I’m sorry, love. I’ll make sure you get fixed up and any paint retouched from that nasty old gate. And you’ll get a good proper wash to rid you of his germs.” I cooed, stroking my car’s dashboard.

With the compound in my review, I turned up the radio. I bobbed my head as Alice Cooper’s voice sang out from my speakers. “Well, we got no class! And we got no principals! We ain't got no innocence! We can't even think of a word that rhymes!” I shouted out the lyrics. “School's out for summer! School's out forever! School's been blown to pieces!” I closed my eyes and released all the negative energy being near my father always brings. 

I sped away from our clan’s compound and made my way into San Francisco proper. I’m supposed to be meeting up with Trevor and our group of friends. Trevor… now there’s a man I’m willing to spend my time with. Hooking up with him has been fantastic. Opened a whole new world. And it’s from that we formed our plan for today. 

I smirked because I am the one that came up with the plan. Everyone else wanted to show up with posters and chants protesting this misogynistic crap. Roe vs. Wade was once again in the courts, and this decision will affect all women. So I will make sure that they understand my reproductive rights are in my control and mine alone.

I grinned as I pulled up to the brightly painted van Trevor’s friends drive. “Hey, babe!” Trevor shouted, giving me a dazzling smile. The sun was shining off his shoulder-length honey blonde hair, his green eyes sparkling with mischief that made my thighs clench in anticipation. And best of all, he was shirtless. This man was a god without his clothes—broad shoulders and lean muscles that I enjoyed licking. 

I jumped out of the car and dashed for him, jumping, knowing he’d catch me in those strong arms. “Hey, there, sexy.” I smirked before my lips crashed into his.  His hands slid under my miniskirt to grip my ass with a groan. “Fuck, you aren’t wearing underwear.” he moaned against my lips. “Well yeah. One less layer to worry about. Plus, you know I don’t like being restricted any more than legally necessary.” I grinned, licking his lips before untangling my legs from around his waist to stand. 

“Hey there, beautiful.” Sebastian winked, bending, kissing my neck in greeting. He’s Trevor’s best friend and the total opposite. Where Trevor is the light, Sebastian is the darkness. Wavy black hair makes me think of clear summer nights, and his eyes are the fog rolling in through the bay. He wasn’t as muscular as Trevor, but he had a body made to be worshipped. And I won’t lie to you. I loved getting to worship them both, especially at the same time.

“Hey, handsome. You primed and ready for our ‘protest’?” I asked, letting my hand slide down his tight yellow tee to his just as tight black bell-bottoms to cup his cock. He groaned, grabbing my hair, tugging it, so I had to tilt my head up to his face. His lips crashed on mine in a searing dance between our tongues while I rubbed the front of his pants, pleased at how his cock hardened in response. 

“For you, I’m always ready.” he winked before letting me go. I laughed, licking my lips as the rest of the group arrived. We had about ten of us that are willing to take part in this outrageous plan of mine. But we all agreed it would be fun and certainly wild to have an orgy on the front lawn of city hall. “Let’s do this.” I winked, dropping my jacket and hat in my car, walking with confidence to where we were going to protest.

Some protestors were already there with signs shouting slogans demanding that women’s voices are heard, and our freedoms are upheld. As we approached the crowd, I pulled my very tight red tee up over my head, letting it fall carelessly. Of course, I wasn’t wearing a bra. Why would it? They are horrid things that men designed. Fuck that. My breasts are not meant to be contained. I am not meant to be contained.

The others followed my lead, all of us putting ourselves on full display. All of us owning our bodies. Every flaw, every imperfection. We are all beautiful exactly as we are. The human body was not something to be ashamed of. Expressing physical attraction wasn’t something to be ashamed of. And just as a man should be free to fuck who he wants, so should a woman. 

And so I did. We all did. It got hot and heavy pretty fast. We all knew it was going to get broken up. Public nudity was frowned on. And now we weren’t just naked. We had ourselves a hot, sweaty, and orgasmic orgy. It wasn’t just Trevor and Sebastian, who I was getting a taste of. By the time the police had arrived, hosing us down as we scrambled for our clothes, I’d gotten a lick of at least three of the other guys involved.

As I wiggled back into my miniskirt, I noticed a cop watching me. His eyes were on my tits, and they were dark. He liked what he saw. My eyes glanced at his groin, and oh yeah, he liked what he saw. Despite being born and raised in Japan, or maybe because I had been, I never favored men of my own nationality. But this cop was doing something to me.

My nipples were perking, wanting to say hello. My pussy wondered if he would cuff me and fuck me hard while he reads me my miranda rights. Judging by the bulge I saw in those dress blue slacks, I would be waving my right to remain silent. I smirked as I pulled my top back on, giving the cop a wink before Trevor took my elbow, and we ran for our cars. 

We were all out of breath and horny between the orgy, the orgy getting interrupted, and then the adrenaline of running from the cops. Trevor pulled me against his glistening chest, our breathing ragged but practically in sync. “You want to come back to mine? Seb and I could finish what we started on the lawn back there.” his offer was delicious and tempting.

Any other day I would. Because right now, being in the middle of a Trevor/Sebastian sandwich made my pussy water with anticipation. But I also knew I had to go home. I couldn’t leave Mayu to deal with my dad or hers for long. Trevor frowned as if seeing what I was thinking. “She’s not coming, is she?” Sebastian asked as I felt his hard cock against my ass. 

“I’m sorry, boys. You know I want to. Fuck I want to so bad. I’ll make it up to you soon. I promise. But Mayu sacrificed herself for my escape from my father’s evil clutches. And I need to go save her.” I sighed, leaning back to look up at Seb’s handsome face. “Mayu was going to actually come?” he questioned, arching an eyebrow.

“Of course she was. She was going to be out there with us.” I scoffed. “Babe. Mayu is still a virgin. She wouldn’t have joined an orgy.” Trevor shook his head. “Oh, she is not.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine, but she is a prude. You know we’ve offered to let us join, but she always says no and leaves the room.” Seb commented, rubbing my hips. 

“Okay, so yes, that’s true. But I know she isn’t a virgin. And she’s not that much of a prude. She had a threesome with Hachiro and me. She prefers Japanese men.” I shrugged. “Yes, but you don’t.” Trevor smirked. “I still don’t buy it. Did she watch you and whoever is Hachiro screw?” Sebastian asked. “No, she was involved. She was the one getting fucked by Hachiro. I was there more for moral support since she was too timid to ask him for sex herself.” I shrugged. 

“And how did you fit into this threesome?” Trevor asked, licking his lips. I know he finds the idea of me with other people hot. “Let’s just say Mayu has a talented tongue.” I winked, slipping out from between the men. They groaned in unison as I went to my car. “Bye, boys.” I wiggle my fingers at them as I get in my car and speed away. The sound of sirens closing in as I watched everyone pile into their cars and drove off in different directions.