Nozomi retired to her suite at the Bromwick. It contained many antiquities which gave it an old, but elegant look. She had preparations to make.

“Hey beautiful, you leaving so early?” a man’s voice said.

Nozomi shot a glance in the direction of the voice.

Mr. Tage’s man, she noted. What was his name, Russ? Roy? No . . . Rick!

Rick Watson stood about ten feet away. He was holding two drinks. “Care to join me?”

Nozomi closed the distance and pushed Rick against the wall hard enough to send a nearby painting and his drinks crashing to the floor.

“What do you want, little man?” she demanded, pushing him.

“Ooh, baby, I like it when a woman plays rough.”

Rick grabbed Nozomi by the throat. She froze, didn’t offer any resistance. He kissed her.

“Are you sure you have it in you, little man? Then come get me!” Nozomi said in a playful tone.

Rick watched as Nozomi unlocked her room, then entered. She left the door open.

See if the big man has the balls to play rough with me, Nozomi thought.

Moments later, she encountered the embrace of two greedy hands pawing her like an animal. He pulled at her white leather outfit, trying to find an entrance. She smiled as he attempted to pull at the leather.

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“If that’s how you treat all of your woman, no wonder why your ex-wife dumped you for that FBI agent,” Nozomi said, laughing.

“Take your clothes off,” Rick said.

“I’m not an object for you to use, little man.”

Rick clasped a hand over Nozomi’s neck and squeezed. Nozomi backhanded him so hard he lost his grip and stumbled. A moment later she leaped on him and ripped his shirt off.

“If we are going to play, it’s on my terms,” Nozomi said as she punched him in the stomach.

“Stop it, you crazy bitch,” Rick gasped.

“Shall I stop?”

Rick looked around the room like a desperate man.

“No . . . Don’t stop . . . Mistress.”

Nozomi smiled, then opened a drawer and took several pieces of leather out and threw them to Rick.

“I need to prepare. Put these on and be ready when I return.”

Nozomi left Rick, who looked like he was having trouble untangling the leather outfit. She took out a red leather duffel bag and entered the next room of her suite. Nozomi removed her white leathers. She paused when she saw a red leather suit, mask, and pointy high heels hanging in the open closet.

Rick is in for a treat.

She rejoined Rick, who was sitting in the center of the floor, half-naked.

“I’m ready to play,” she said. “Are you a big enough boy to teach me a lesson?”

Rick stared at her in stunned silence.

She took a clump of his hair and pulled it back.

Oh yes, he will pay for his mistreatment of others. People like him never learn.

Nozomi’s cybernetic interface filled her vision; Dr. Ash was trying to contact her.

“I’m in the middle of something, can it wait?” Nozomi said.

“Judging from your tone of voice, I take it you’re not alone?” Dr. Ash said.

“You know me so well.”

“You can have your fun later, meet me in my room as soon as possible.”

Argh, I was so looking forward to making this worm pay.

“Sorry, lover, duty calls. Our playtime will have to wait.”

Rick reached out but could only touch a leathery thigh.

Perhaps I have an extra moment before meeting Dr. Ash.

Nozomi removed her whip and started lashing Rick. His screams and cries for more put a smile on her face.