Mafia Toy (Closed to Ravenloft)

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Asuka Lin is a rather sweet and kind person. In high school everyone loved her and she was considered one of the popular girls. Every guy from the football team down to the geeks of the school wanted her but she only had eyes for one guy. They dated through out high school and once they graduated they promised each other that even though they were going to separate colleges they would stay together and never be with anyone else but each other.

Asuka loved art and went to a top art school studding in all forms and she kept her promise never being with another guy waiting until the day would would be reunited with her love. But he on the other hand wasn't so fateful, he slept with any girl he could get his hands on and Asuka never knew. Once they both graduated they moved in with each other in the city, she began to work for an art show room while he gambled his money away. She stayed with him no matter how deep they were in debt, he just continued to get into more and more trouble and when he came to her with a way 'they' could get out of it she found it rather hard to agree with it. She had only ever been with him before and they were engaged to be married soon. If she slept with other men to pay off his debt it would be cheating on him but he convinced her that it wouldn't be. She loved him with all her heart and would do anything for him so she agreed.

The first few night were hard for her, the men treated her like she was a common whore but she was soon able to push it all away and lock away her emotions. She slept with man after man to free her love from his debt and she now came down to the last one. He owed him so much money that instead of one night she would be staying a month with him and it involve her moving in for that period. As she sat in the jet black limo she held her bag against her body, she didn't know if she would be able to do this at least after the other men she could go back to her love and he would console her telling her how much he loved her and how he would thank her for what she was doing. But for this month she wouldn't be able to do that, the limo came to a stop in front of the larges house she had ever seen before and she was lead into a large office where the man she would to serving for this month sat with the back of his tall chair to her. She couldn't see what he looked like, most of the other men were very unattractive and almost disgusting at times and it made it easier not to get attached to them when she shared her body with them.

"Sir, this is Asuka Lin, fiance to the man that's in debt to you." She heard the servant that lead her into his office say and she let her gaze drop to the floor. She stood there before him dressed in a tight black dress clinging to her small toned frame, the cleavage of her c size breast was open for him to see and her legs were bare as the dress ended half way down her thighs. Her short black hair framed her face a few strands wisps laying against her cheeks and her dark eyes looked down at the floor looking at her high heels.

Vincent Caldone looked up from the black leather recliner he sat in, tapping his cigarello in an ash trey. He had black hair, and a wide jaw, but his eyes were hidden behind a pair of shades. He lowered them, revealing clear blues as he looked her up and down as he exhaled. Setting the cigarello down, he stood, smoothing lapells of his black silk armani out as he did. He wasn't the perfect man, but he was a significant step up from the majority of the men she'd been with previously. "Miss Asuka, my home is your home, please make yourself comfortable." Vincent said calmly. "Mitch, make me a sherry please, and anything Miss Asuka would like?"

She heard the chair he sat in shift and she looked up at him now. He was surprisingly good looking and that simply face caught her off guard. This was going to make it much hard to keep this just sex if she was attracted to him, she shook the thought off thinking of her love now and his face would be the one to get her through this. She expected him to want to get right down to why she was here like all the other men had but he welcomed her here and told her to make herself at home. She gave him a very small smile as he pulled down his shades and as she saw his blue eyes her breath was almost taken away. Her eyes followed him as he stood straightening out his suit, she nodded slow at his words and the power he held was so overwhelming to her she almost could speak as he told Mitch to make what every she wanted. "A...gin martini please....dry....no olives...please." she could kick herself right now for acting so nervous, she began to play with the strap of her bag now and her eyes moved back down to the floor once more.

"You seem a bit shaken Miss Asuka, or would you prefer Lin?" Vincent said as he came up to her, gently lifting her chin as he took his shades off and slipped them into the chest pocket of his suit. "What can I do to put you at ease?" He asked as Mitch brought them their drinks. Vincent took his and circled the rim with his finger, causing it to sing as he awaited Asuka's answer. "Thank you Mitch, you can go now." Vincent told the attendant with a sideways glance as the man just stood there impassively. "Right boss." He answered before leaving, closing the doors behind him.

"Asuka is fine..." she said meekly as he came over to her, her body tensed as he lifted her chin up to look at him and when he took his shades off she found herself lost in his blue eyes. As Mitch came back with their drinks she moved her gaze away from Vincent and pulled her chin out of his grasp. She reached out taking her martini and thanking Mitch quickly. She lifted the glass to her lips taking a small sip, she could feel the liquior warm her lips, tongue, throat and the stomach as she swallowed it. It helped to calm her a bit, "I'm fine...its situation is just a bit different from the others ive been in. Ive only had to spend a night with the others so its a bit strange for me to live with another man for a month....when im engaged..." she said with a small sigh and then moved the glass to her lips once more to take a greater sip of her drink. She moved her gaze up to him once more looking into those eyes as pulled the glass from her red lips.

"Asuka it is then. You can call me Vince." Vincent said as he rested his hands on his knees. "Asuka, thats asian right? You don't look it though, not entirely." Vincent asked as he reached out to push a lock of her hair out of her lovely face. "You're an artist, think you could teach me how to paint?" He asked rising as he took another sip of his sherry.

Asuka watched him now as he rested his hands on his knees as if inspecting her, she looked down at him over the rim of her glass and she tensed as he stood straight once again reaching out to push a lock of her hair out of her face. "Umm...my mother was half Japanese...she loved the culture that she gave me a Japanese name...i think it means flower." she said with a slight blush had the soft graze of his fingers along her cheek. Her eyes studied him as he asked her to teach him how to paint, she wondered how it was that he knew that about her but shook it off. "I would love to teach you."

"Half Japanese, huh, what was her other half? And flower's an appropriate meaning, I would think. You're definately pretty as one, if I might say so. That shit, Tony, he don't deserve a pretty flower like you... But anyway... I have my painting suplies in the other room." Vincent said as he set his glass of sherry down on his desk, inviting Asuka with a nod of his head to the afformentioned room.

He opened the door to the room, revealing a sort of studio. It was kind of empty really, but there was an easel and canvas with a little table to set painting suplies and instruments on. A linen sheet was spread out underneath, to keep any spilled paint from staining the hard wood floor. Studio lighting was set up overhead, casting a warm glow down over a rich red velvet love seat. Everything was set up, suggesting Vincent indented to paint a portrait. The only thing missing was a subject.

"I'm not sure...her mother married to get into the states and my father is American...so im just a big mixture i guess." she smiled softly now and blushed as told her the meaning of her name fit well with her. When he brought up Tony she felt bad that she was having such a good time with a stranger, she never felt right either with doing such a thing just to repay his debt but she loved him so she couldn't seem to say now. She shook her head softly to clear the thoughts for not because she had to remember her teaching technique that she often used for painting and she followed along behind him as she did so.

When he opened the door to the room she couldn't help but to smile, i was what she always dreamed her studio would look like but Tony never made much room for her in the house to set up her painting supplies comfortable. A easel stood upright with a canvas already there, cloth on the floor to keep the paint from staining the floor and the paint just nearby. Her eyes moved to the rich red velvet love seat which made her a bit nervous as to what he wanted to pain, "Have you have any drawing lessons and what is it that you wish to paint? It might be a bit harder depending on the subject." She said now as she moved over to the easel running her fingers over the clean brushes, she closed her eyes taking a deep breath in through her nose so she could pick up the wonderful smell of pain in the air.

"Nope, never have, don't think the boys would ever let me live it down, if they knew... Well, I was hoping to paint you, if you'd oblige me?" Vincent asked as he stood behind her, clasping his hands behind his back while she took in the room.

She opened her eyes slowly as she felt him moved behind her now, she turned her head back looking at him over the shoulder with her dark eyes and she gave him a soft smile. "Why is it that men think art is such a girl thing.." she giggled softly the turned around to have her body face his, she was surprised now as he told her he wanted to pant her and she nodded slowly at him. "Sure...um how do you want me." she said moving away from him to walk to the love seat and she sat down slowly crossing one leg over the other.

"I donno, if its not bullets, broads or bills, it ain't manly to the boys. Its just... Easier to keep this to myself, ya know? Anyways... Relaxed, natural, the more relaxed you are, the more I'll be. Just make yourself comfortable, and I'll do my best to not do you wrong." Vincent said as he stepped over the the canvas, taking up his pallet and brush.

"Relaxed..." she repeated out loud softly more for herself, she was having a very hard time relaxing to all of this but she would try her best to for him. She sat back on the love seat now laying back against the arm rest so her head lay there with her hair draping around it and her legs were bent so they could fit on the cutions because she had rather long legs. Several people told her that because of her looks and how tall she was she could of been a model but she had always wanted to be an artist since she was little. She gave a small sigh now, "Start with the base colors first, the medium tone of the love seat as well as the color of my skin..." she had to stop for a moment because that seemed to make her blush again, "Then you can add in the shadows as well as the highlights over top of them."

Vincent looked at Asuka intently as she relaxed on the love seat. He nodded slightly, blinking as she gave him some advice before shifting his eyes to the empty canvas. He coated his brush in red then started applying it to the canvas in slow steady strokes. He painted in silence for nearly half an hour, looking up every few minutes. It took him five minutes to chose a color that matched the soft radiance of Asuka's skin, but once he found it, his lips turned up in a subtle little smile as he began painting again.

Asuka watched him intently as his eyes moved from her to the canvas several times, it was interesting to see it from this point of view rather then the other and it caused a soft smile to form on her lips. She lay there quiet for a while as he painted her and nodded off a few times because of how tired she was from her trip but she did her best to stay awake. She noticed him taking a bit of time as he mixed up a skin tone and she figure that he wanted it to be perfect. She could see his lips turn up into a smile as he found it and began to paint once again. She gave him a few more moments before she spoke. "Do you mind if i look at see how your doing?"

Vincent blinked a few times as he looked up from his painting into Asuka's eyes. His first instinct was to denigh her, as he was not sure of his skill, and thought what he had painted might not be very good, and a man like him couldn't afford to look bad at anything. But then, he looked at his work so far and smiled. "Sure, come look." He said, nodding.

He turned the easel to meet her half way, and as she looked, she found that he had been painting her nude, reguardless of the cloths she wore. It was an organic image as he had gone with painting her as though she were sleeping, giving her an innocent look. Vincent stepped back, letting her look for a minute while he took another drink before he asked. "Well, what do you think? Did I do the lady justice?" He asked, setting his drink down.

Asuka sat up slowly as he sat there debating with himself if he should let her look or not, she was sure that he was doing just fine at how pleasant he stayed as he was painting where if someone wasn't do as well would be frustrated. She smiled as he finally answered her and she stood slowly to make her way over to the easel but he met her half way and turned it around so she could see what he had done.

She stood still for a few moments and then a slight blush formed over her cheeks. She was use to people painting nude pictures and she had to do several of them in art school but she just wasn't prepared for it now so it caught her off guard. She turned her attention to it to study the feeling he gave it as he painted her sleeping giving her an innocent look which she normally always held despite the face that she wasn't much. The shapes were very good for a beginner and he had done a wonderful job with the colors getting rather close to them. "Its wonderful...are you sure you a beginner?" she asked now giving him a teasing smile, she still held that blush along her cheeks but she just tried to ignore that it was there.

"I..." Vincent cleared his throat as Asuka gave him a teasing smile. His eyes drifted back to his prespiring glass of booze as he felt his mouth suddenly go dry. "Well, I guess I was just inspired by your beauty." He said as he licked his lips, his eyes shifting to his feet. He was picturing her in his mind, like a bed room angel, ruby red lips, dusky, come hither eyes, perfect, unblemished skin... Then, the image of her slimy, no good, double dealing fiance reared his ugly head, giving him a mocking grin as he grasped that angel he envisioned posessively, and dragged her down into a greasy black pit of nothing. He looked up at her, shaking his head, frowning slightly.

Asuka rose an eyebrow as he cleared his throat, he seem to be surprised at her words or maybe how she teased him. She watched him as he licked his lips and his gaze shifted to his feet. "Well i wish i could inspire others like i have you." she said with such a bright smile, her words were directed more at her fiance because he spent too much time gambling rather then looking for a real job so she worked to pay more of the bills then he did. She shook her head a bit, she didn't really want to think about him right now because she was having fun with Vincent and didn't want to mess it up with the mix feeling she was beginning to have about the man she seemed to love. "I didn't know you wanted to pain me in such a way...i could of..." she moved a hand to the strap of her dress playing with it at her words and she blushed softly. She had model a few times at her art school so being naked in that aspect didn't bother her much but because she was here to fill her Fiance's debt it was a bit different.

"To be honest, I hadn't intended to. And I certainly wouldn't have asked you to disrobe, not without having time to get to know one another at least. But when I started painting, something came over me, you know? What do they call that... A muse? My muse... Yeah, maybe you're my muse." He said, finding his smile slowly returning to his lips the more he though about her.

Asuka moved her arms around her chest now as she listened to him and as he called her his muse she couldn't help but the blush. "Thats the nicest thing anyone has said to me...thank you." she said softly with a bright smile along her lips, he smile himself and she wondered what was on his mind. "You nicer then any of the others ive met...i was scared that you would be just like them and take what i was here for..."

Vincent's eyes seemed to darken as Asuka complimented him on being nice. "What? Just cause I know how to treat a lady with respect? Trust me, I've done some bad things in my life... And if you knew, you wouldn't be calling me nice. Wait... Did any of the boys... Take... Without asking?" Vincent asked her. "Cause if they have... Just give me a name... And I'll deal with them."

Vincent heard his fathers voice in his head. "See son, humanity... Its like a pack of dogs... Without a pack leader, they just go round pissin and shittin anywhere they please and you and I both know mad dogs get put down, right? But when they have a leader, an alpha, someone to show respect to... Things get done, ya know what I mean boy? And even still, the pack leader, sometimes we still have to show our fangs, not much, never too much though, that leads to challenges from the younger pups. Just subtle nips and growls, ya get that? Good... Cause it won't be too long before you take over... Thats right, you're gonna be alpha male some day son. Get used to it." Vincent shook his head as he fixed his attention back on Asuka.

Asuka grew a bit nervous as she saw how his eyes seemed to darken and she moved her arms off her chest to clasp them in front of her. She began to play with her fingers now as he asked her if any of the man took with out asking and she looked down at the floor. She didn't know if she could talk about such a thing with him but she was always a believer in telling the truth. "Umm...i can't remember anyone in particular...its all kind of a blur because i tried to block it all out..." She almost began to cry as the memories that she worked so hard to block out threatened to come to the surface and she moved a hand to her forehead to try and block them out.

Vincent furrowed his brow as Asuka seemed almost on the verge of tears while she nervously fidgeted with her fingers. That was enough of an answer to tell him that she had indeed been knocked around by the boys. Vincent's expression softened as he stepped in to embrace her, stroking her hair and whispering softly. "Shh, it will be alright, come on now..." He was not sure what to say, the images of what he would like to do to the boys who had caused her this apparent grief were not appropriate. The feeling that all of this being on her slime ball fience's head probably wouldn't help either.