Chapter 17 - Recycled Quims
The country clinic was extremely restful. The singing birds, the beautiful
flowers in the elaborately tended gardens, the superb cuisine and the polite,
cheerful staff had a profoundly healing, deeply soothing effect. Tiffany and Joy
were starting to get over their trauma and relax, enjoying themselves on the
balcony. Their private room was more like a luxurious two bedroom condo.
The friendly nurse brought around their pills.
"Time for your pain-relievers, ladies! A few of these and your aches and
pains will vanish like magic! Completely non-addictive and disappointingly
legal!"
Joy and Tiffany laughed. Tiffany's head ached where her ears used to be. A
plastic surgeon would be looking in soon to help her select new ears. A dentist
had fixed Joy's teeth, but they still ached miserably. The pain-relievers would
be a welcome relief. They gulped down the pills.
A short time later, the Oyabun smiled as their unconscious bodies were
loaded into packing cases and their belongings packed up and carried off. He
bowed politely and shook hands with the Nurse. The Nurse had been most helpful.
The Oyabun was deeply grateful for her assistance in this most delicate matter.
The Nurse, a heavyset, middle-aged woman with a gambling habit, was deeply
grateful for the Oyabun's intervention with her creditors.
"Thanks so much for bailing me out, Mr. Kobayashi! I was so worried! Those
men were going to do terrible things to me!"
The Oyabun gestured at the two packing cases containing her former charges
as they were put on a trolley and rolled out the door along with their
suitcases.
"There will be no problem about them?"
The Nurse snorted. Her ass-licking bedside manner dropped like a stone.
"They're rich bitches! They check in, abuse the staff and check out at will!
The only thing that would be missed is their money. You're paying their bill, so
that's OK. There's lots more pampered brats where they came from! I'll just tell
the Director that they signed themselves out like a lot of the other spoiled
bitches do! There's a waiting list to get into this joint. They bumped a couple
of people to get in. Believe me, the Director won't care as long as we keep all
the available slots filled!"
The Yakuza have a long tradition as gamblers. He studied the Nurse
carefully. He knew hardcore when he saw it.
"In future, bet wisely!"
The Nurse laughed.
"Well, at least you're not silly enough to tell me to give it up!"
The Oyabun waggled his eyebrows at her and pretended to look horrified.
"Give up!! Please! I'm a gambling man myself. You shouldn't say such things!
Very bad for business!"
They had a good chuckle together. The Oyabun was not without badboy charm.
