Oriental Assassin Heads West.




Because of the work done by Miyuki, the Yakuza clan who employed her enjoyed
total supremacy in and around Tokyo. She had even been sent to a couple of the
other major cities in Japan. Her reputation preceded her and there was an
element of fear throughout the criminal underworld. Despite the fact that
numerous weapons, including hi-tech bombs, were available, the deeds of an
unarmed young woman had a devastating effect on organised crime in Japan.

However, there were a couple of reasons why the Yakuza had decided to send her
overseas. Firstly, because the police were investigating the series of
killings, which she had carried out. But they were not too concerned about
criminals eliminating one another. Secondly, they wished to expand their
empire in the U.S.A, particularly in California and Las Vegas. To do this,
they needed to convince some of their rivals, both in the Yakuza and other
organisations, that they were a force to be reckoned with.

So Miyuki and her faithful and loving assistant Miki headed off overseas, they
were careful and stopped off in Australia, New Zealand and Hawaii en route to

L A. they both enjoyed the holiday, Miyuki decided to buy a villa on the Gold
Coast in Queensland, her employers had rewarded her lavishly over the past
couple of years. The idea of spending time in the sun, with so much in the
area to keep her amused and entertained was too much to resist. It would also
help her to keep away from the Japanese police.

On arrival in L A, they were met by an old Japanese guy names Watase, he was
employed by the same people as Miyuki, and he briefly outlined the
requirements and showed them to their luxury apartment. The apartment was
situated facing the ocean, between Santa Monica and Venice Beach. Both Miyuki
and Miki soon got to know the area and loved to walk down the sea front, past
all the souvenir stalls and hawkers. They even managed to find an
old-fashioned English pub in Santa Monica, the King's Head was a lively place
and was popular with all kinds of people. This became her meeting point with
Watase, it was now almost time for her to carry out her first task.

Miyuki decided that she had ignored her strict training regime for too long,
her unbelievable martial arts skills had lain dormant for too long, even her
sparring sessions with Miki did not provide her with the satisfaction that she
craved. One day she overheard a conversation in a bar on Santa Monica pier,
the two guys who were talking mentioned a dojo several times and it seemed
that the standard at this place was high. She decided to butt in on their
conversation and mentioned that she was looking for a place to work out, but
it had to be of the highest standard. The two guys looked at her toned
physique and treated her with respect, something that surprised Miyuki. They
gave her the address and phone number and said goodbye, all very courteous she
thought.

She rang the dojo, it seemed that elite martial artists could use the
facilities at certain times, when the general public and members were not
around. Miyuki decided to give it a try, but Miki was happy to stay at home
and watch cable TV, the American lifestyle had definitely made an impact on
her. Miyuki arrived at the place at around 10 p.m. It was a new building with
good facilities, she was directed to the ladies changing rooms and emerged a
few minutes later, wearing a black gi, with a black silk belt tied around her
waste. She was not approached and warmed up on her own, doing some extreme
stretching exercises.

Eventually an older black guy approached her. He had spoken to her on the
phone and owned the premises and the martial arts club and welcomed her
warmly. He called an Asian guy over, he was originally from Korea and had
spent the last 10 years in LA, he was stockily built and looked very strong
and tough, he offered to spar with Miyuki. She accepted and went about her
routine very casually, he was good but not in her class and she managed to
make it look as if he was giving her a thorough workout, but in reality she
was toying with him. She looked around the room and there was only one other
female in the room, a tall, striking looking black woman. The woman was
sparring with 3 men at the same time and she was awesome, her long legs, clad
in silver lycra cycle shorts repeatedly flashed out, her 3 opponents were sent
crashing all over the mat.

In the corner of the large dojo was a boxing or wrestling ring, the gorgeous
black woman clambered into it, one of the guys then tied her hands behind her
back. Then a small wiry oriental guy climbed into the ring, clad in Thai
boxing gear, with a pair of lightly padded gloves on. Everyone stopped their
sparring and went over to watch the contest that was about to begin. The woman
had an amazing effect on Miyuki, who was completely bi- sexual and this amazon
made her incredibly hot.

The bell rang an the boxer moved forward, he knew that he did not have to
worry about being punched, but all his punches missed and his kicks were all
blocked by her lithe, powerful legs. The woman had not made any attempt to go
on the offensive, she bounced on the balls of her feet, Miyuki could not take
her eyes off of her silver painted toes. The Asian guy then charged at her,
there was a loud shrill Kiyyyaaa, her leg was a blur and the poor man was
caught on the side of his face. The slapping sound was clearly heard as her
left foot made contact with his face, he was out cold before he hit the deck.
One of the ringside attendants was wearing a green fluorescent vest, with
first aid written on the back, he quickly moved in to give him some attention.

Someone untied the girl's hands and as she climbed out of the ring she saw
Miyuki and smiled at her. She walked over and offered her hand to Miyuki. "Hi.
I guess you are new her, my names is Shelly Cairns, maybe we could workout
sometime"? Miyuki nodded slowly, her panties were absolutely soaking, she was
in some desperate need of sexual relief, Miki would be exhausted before this
night was through!