Lupin The Third: The Gunslinger's Lament

Chapter 17

Note: Hey all! Just so you know, I'm obligated to give Fujiko some fun sexy time. It's in her contract. Joking aside, though, please be warned: While this chapter doesn't contain a 'rape' warning, it does explore themes of sexual coercion and manipulation.
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Ruby felt the dangerous curves of the woman called Fujiko Mine pressing almost tauntingly against her own. Fujiko's hand, deceptive in its daintiness, yet capable of many things, each more treacherous than the last, remained clamped over Ruby's mouth. Fujiko's lips brushed along Ruby's ear as she kept her pressed, front-first, against the shower wall.

Ruby could feel the woman's hot breath caress her tantalizingly as she whispered, "Ne, Ruby... Did you really think it to be a wise idea to just go running, headlong, toward Aderlass? He's surrounded by a security force. And... you're not even armed. Trust me, honey... I'm doing you a favor."

Ruby's nostrils flared and her body quivered. Oh, how could such cruel, mocking words also have the power to arouse her?! It was infuriating! Ruby wanted so badly to slap the taste right out of this bitch's mouth. And yet... Oh, and yet how her knees were already weakening! That soft, mocking giggle alone had the power to drain Ruby of whatever strength she had to fight back. Was this what it was like to be Lupin?

With a gasp, Ruby felt Fujiko suddenly spin her around and shove her back against the wall. Damn, this slender-waisted woman was strong! And in that moment, having come face to face with the currently blonde-haired minx, Ruby realized that this particular version of Fujiko – whatever she called her current disguise – was the very same woman she and Lupin had both been ogling during the boxing event! It had been none other than Fujiko standing at ringside with Sergio!

This... did not bode well.

Fujiko's full red lips offered her a taunting little smile as her eyes ensnared Ruby's. "And speaking of favors," she said oh so softly, "Maybe as a way to thank me for saving your life, you could do a little favor for me."

Keeping one hand on Ruby's shoulder, Fujiko's other hand moved elsewhere. Ruby trembled as those long, delicate fingers, with those sharp, painted nails, trailed slowly and tantalizingly along her shoulder, her clavicle, and gradually up along her throat. In that moment, Ruby wasn't sure whether Fujiko intended to choke her or seduce her...

No, Fujiko was definitely trying to seduce her; that much was clear. But whether she intended to choke her or fuck her. And in that horrifying moment, Ruby found her mind drifting to a dark thought...

'Wouldn't it be hot if it was both?'

No.

No!

Absolutely not! She couldn't let Fujiko get away with whatever bullshit she was trying to pull this time. Summoning what inner strength she possessed, Ruby reached up and shoved Fujiko's hand away from her. "So I'll give you an IOU... or I'll send you a fruit basket. I'm kinda busy right now. Go find your flavor of the week and get him to 'do you a favor.'"

Fujiko merely smirked. She was not to be denied. If she had to go to the extreme to get what she wanted out of Ruby, so be it. Just as Ruby darted to the side to make her escape, Fujiko's hand planted itself against the stall wall, blocking her path. Cruel, taunting words spilled from Fujiko's luscious lips; ones that had the power to stop Ruby in her tracks.

"I'm sending my dove into the night... with a parcel on her wings," the woman began.

Ruby froze as she gaped at Fujiko. In the girl's sapphire eyes, Fujiko saw the surprise, shock, and debilitating hopelessness. Reciting her father's poem was a low blow, but it held Ruby in place, right where the femme fatale wanted her.