92. A Date Worth Remembering. (II) (R-18)

Disclaimer: The story takes place in an Alternate Earth with a slightly different timeline of events. So people may be born early, some may be born a few years later or maybe not at all.

This gives me more freedom to write characters as I want, also the characters in my story are obviously not an accurate portrayal of their characters.

Please remember that this story is a wish fulfillment story set in Urban Hollywood with some Fantasy elements because of the system's shenanigans so please don't take it too seriously.

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*Very Important* (Please Read) Author's Note: Hello, readers, I am sorry for not being on schedule with the release of this chapter.

As I had said in my previous chapter, this chapter was going to be the finale of Mark's "Japan Tour Arc." But as I was writing this chapter it kept going, as I kept adding details, it kept growing longer.

By the time I am writing this note this chapter is nearing completion and it has reached over 22k words. I write on a phone and my web novel app won't be able to handle uploading such a big chapter. It's too big.. it just won't fit. *That's what she said* fk sorry for that.

So as I was saying this finale will be broken into 3 parts just like the rumored finale of Fast and Furious XD. The first part is this chapter right here, the second and third part need to be edited and rewritten in some places.

Now this first part was actually completed 4 days back, but the first version of it didn't feel right to me. So I rewrote parts of it while simultaneously writing the second and third part of this finale. Now comes the good news guys.

With the upload of this chapter I am announcing that from now I will be uploading on a regular basis once again but not the 1 chapter every 2 days because to be honest that schedule will kill me.

Why?

Well these recent chapters are huge. We have gone from my previous word limit of around 3.5k to 4k words to a 5.5k or 6k word limit at the minimum.

So, now the new schedule is 1 chapter every 3 days. But the Japan Tour Arc Finale will be uploaded in the old schedule that is 1 chapter every 2 days. It's Monday 26th feb monday when I am uploading this chapter. The next chapter will be uploaded in 48 hours.

So by Wednesday 28th you can expect to see the chapter that will be the second part of this finale and then on Friday 1st March you'll see the end of this Japan Tour Arc.

These chapters are just the foundation that Mark is laying down that will eventually help him in bringing a positive change in the anime and manga industry and then profit off of it. So it's basically like a win-win situation.

As we transition from this arc we move to the next phase which is the production of content for the end of 1990. As Mark is still not yet done with his book releases, he was already writing Horizon Zero Dawn. But also the pre-production phase of Mark's upcoming films for the year 1991.

Anyways, I won't bore you guys with the stuff that's yet to come. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter and have a beautiful day.

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Recap of the Previous Chapter –

Ms. Hayek had just gotten done with the final promotional release in Japan, she was leaving the place as she recalled the funny interactions between Mark and the media in regards to Mark's perfect Japanese speaking ability. As she caught up to Mark and Johnny she asked them what they had been talking about.

Johnny revealed to her that he had decided to curb his excessive alcoholism. When she asked why, Mark told her how he had shared with Johnny a secret so grave that if he slipped it out by mistake while drunk it might ruin both his and River's careers. She had a small outburst about Mark's weird tactics but it was all smoothened out by Johnny.

After this incident, Mark and Salma went on a date with Mark taking her shopping, he bought her a few kimonos and yukatas. While in the dressing room of the shop he had some "fun" with her where he explored a new kink. When they were satisfied with their purchase they left with Salma enjoying their new form of play.

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– Quotes of the Chapter –

Tomorrow is a hope,

Never a promise.

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~ Salma Hayek's POV ~

(Mark's second girlfriend)

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Date: Wednesday, 26th September, 1990.

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Time: 07:47 pm

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Walking in a kimono had been an interesting experience for her, the feeling was quite nice and liberating, though a bit chilly as well. Thankfully Mark had gotten her an overcoat, because she was going full commando under the kimono.

She could feel her nips poke through the thin fabric of the dress, as he had decided to not return her bra or panties just yet. It was these small things that she found endearing about him.

He was obviously the dominant in their relationship but he was also very considerate and thoughtful towards her health and safety. This was why she felt so safe and cared for whenever she was with him.

After getting off the cab they had a short walk in peaceful silence just appreciating each other's presence as they walked the streets of Tokyo until they were at the restaurant's entrance.

It seemed like a newly opened Asian restaurant as it still had the decor from the opening of the restaurant.

Though she was only partially correct in her assumption. It was a new restaurant, but the thing was that it hadn't started yet, as the inauguration was set for tomorrow.

Mark and his group were a day early in their tour schedule because of them not getting the chance to visit a few places. So they were running a day earlier than scheduled.

But this played out even better for him as it allowed him full authority over this restaurant he had started.

Yes, it was a restaurant he had funded and now co-owned, thankfully Salma hadn't really paid attention to the name or logo as it would have been a dead give away that it was owned by her man.

After all, it was called «The Black Lotus», with Mark's signature trademarked abstract lotus on the signboard. The place specialized in serving western dishes with Japanese flavors and Japanese dishes with western flavors.

Opened by a friend he made through Patty, his culinary genius friend who was the head chef and co-owner of «The Red Lotus». The familiar western dishes were there to attract the tourists and Japanese people who were interested in western cuisine.

While the Japanese flavors would help the tourist get a taste of Japan while still eating dishes they were familiar with, the same was the case for the Japanese who got to enjoy western dishes while still eating dishes that tasted similar to their palate.

They passed through the entrance, and found themselves in a sparsely decorated entry hall which nevertheless gave the sense of an elite superiority.

A beautiful Japanese lady was waiting for them at the door, wearing a dress that resembled a kimono, but it was tastefully altered to look sexier for Western sensibilities while still maintaining a look of class and elegance.

She waited for her to greet them but noticed that she was confusedly looking at Mark, as she turned to ask Mark what it could be about. He spoke up, deciding to break the awkward silence.

"Hi. We had a reservation for two, for Mr. Logan."

The hostess shook her head, a blush spreading across her face as she realized that they were the special guest their boss had told them of, "ah, yes, right this way, please."

They were being led by the beautiful waitress towards a booth at the back of a restaurant that was suspiciously empty. 'Did Mark just reserve the entire restaurant for the night?'

It was an absurd thought and might have been impossible to some but Mark lived life on a different level. So she didn't find such things shocking now, it was after she found out that he had a booth that was permanently reserved just for him and his friends at the Red Lotus.

The question that she wanted to guess the answer to was, 'hmm, where did he pick his fake name this time?'

After being on many dates with Mark in the past few months she had gotten used to many of his quirky habits and rules.

One of them being that he almost never used his real name or even the alias of Marc Spector. Rather he always switched names taken either from fictional characters or real life people who inspired him or who he looked up to.

She could feel the warmth of his hand as it wrapped around her waist and drew her close to his chest as they kept walking behind the hostess.

She felt his head leaned down to nuzzle across the side of her head right next to her ear, hints of flowery and earthy tones tickling his nose as he breathed in the fragrance of her shampooed hair.

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To him her hair smelled like the flowers and grass after the rain, it was a relaxing and soothing fragrance. But it didn't relax his mind, instead it only increased his thirst to have his way with this beautiful specimen of a woman.

"Are you trying to guess where I got my name from again?" He whispered teasingly in her ear.

She just nodded her head, her mind thinking about the various characters from fiction as she knew Mark was a nerd at heart and Logan was most likely a fictional characters' name.

It had become a small game between them with her trying to guess where he got the name from.

They climbed the staircases and were led to a booth at the side of the room facing the street with a beautiful view of the city. It had floor to ceiling windows and showed a beautiful view of the city's nightlife and lighting.

Opening the door of the booth, they finally arrived at their table, it was a large rectangular table that showcased a gorgeous array of sushi and other colorful assorted entrees.

But most importantly, it was the sight of the other tables being completely blocked by the screens that seemed to put her at ease. They had followed his order to perfection, he loved when people followed through on the instructions given to them.

He really got his money's worth as this was a partially sound proof room, so even if he shouted they would only hear a muffled noise, unless he opened the screen door.

This arrangement was perfect for what he planned to do with Salma.

A sigh escaped her mouth as she took her seat, appreciating the privacy, unaware that this privacy was at his order.

The hostess then bowed as she said, "Sir, the waitress will be with you in just a moment. Please enjoy the complimentary sushi platter and entrees in the meantime."

Mark just nodded his and told them it was fine as he took his seat, the hostess gave one last respectful bow and left after closing the screen door.

Seeing that they finally had some privacy again, he took off his mask, feeling a bit hungry he grabbed his chopsticks and helped himself with a few pieces of sushi.

"Here try this," He said as he pushed the plate towards her. "I think you will like these."

"Say, ahhn." he said, as he held up a piece of sushi for her to try.

Thankfully, she didn't really have any reservations about eating raw fish, as ceviche was one of her favorite dishes.

"Mhmm, that's delicious. Wait, I thought it would be raw."

"Well, not all kinds of sushi are served raw. This one's called Ebi Nigiri or cooked shrimp. I thought about letting you try a cooked one to see if you like it."

"I don't mind raw fish actually, I loved having ceviche back home."

"Nice now I know what we'll be having the next time I take you out then. Here, try this one next, it's called Matsubagani, it's snow crab, this one's raw." He said, feeding her another piece.

"So.. how was it?" he asked as he took his foot out from his shoe to begin their little game.

"It's really good, it had little bits of onion on top and with lime *oh* I think that just tasted perfect together." she blushed as she felt his toe slid up against her ankles.

She took a breath to compose herself and decided to play along so she got her foot out as well.

"Mark, you know so much about sushi.. you seem like you enjoy Japanese food, but I don't see you eating it a lot except for ramen from Ichiraku's or the dumplings."

She kept her voice neutral as they kept trying different pieces of sushi from the platter.

"I do, though I do have my favorites, ramen being the obvious. The reason why I don't eat it that often is because there aren't many good Japanese restaurants in LA. My most favorite cuisine though is mostly middle eastern and Indian."

"There is a lot to try here like Tempura, Sashimi, Tamagoyaki, Okonomiyaki, Oyakodon Donburi, Yakitori, etc." He could feel her mouth water, as he described the delicious spread that would be in front of them in a short while.

His gaze was on her eyes, but his attention was on the smooth ascent of his foot, climbing upwards on her leg, reaching to her knee in a few seconds, which he then passed on his way to her inner thighs.

At that point, her eyes jumped to his in a slight panic, realizing he had no intention of limiting himself to safer spots.

But before she could speak up, they heard a knock on the screen door, as the waitress asked permission to enter.

Mark called her in immediately. Like the greeter, she was a dark-haired, petite Japanese woman, wearing a sexy yet classy rendition of her traditional clothing.

"I hope our esteemed guests liked our assorted sushi platter. Our boss insisted on it being on the house." Mark nodded in understanding and told her that the sushi was delicious.

"I am so glad to hear that, is there anything else I can bring," She asked, with an elegant poise.

Mark named the dishes he had recounted to Salma and asked her to bring in a plate of each.

When the waitress looked a bit confused he just told her that they would be sharing everything half and half so he would appreciate it if they got an extra plate as well.

She nodded in understanding and complimented him for being such a thoughtful and romantic boyfriend.

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Meanwhile Salma was just blushing red because Mark's foot had been busy the entire time he had been talking so casually to the waitress.

His foot had already found its way to her mound and was slowly drawing circles around her sex, he was slowly but surely arousing her as the heat pooled to her core.

If she hadn't already cummed twice already at the kimono shop, she might have already jumped on Mark's lap as she rode him to a mind-blowing release.

Mark was thoroughly enjoying this by play so he decided to add some alcohol to the mix and let loose.

"Maybe something to drink.. hmm.. babe what do you think about trying some warm sake." He added even as his foot caressed the inside of her leg, rubbing against the soft texture of her inner thighs.

'The only thing I want to try right now is how fast can I get your dick inside me.' her eyes were hooded in a lust filled gaze as she failed to even answer Mark for a moment.

"How about you, honey," he asked again, forcing her to reply other than try to hold in her arousal. "Warm or chilled?"

"Yeah.. sure, chilled for me." She finally managed to reply, but her voice resembled a moan more than anything else.

"Okay, if that will be all," a statement to which Mark just gave a nod, she bowed and said, "everything is prepared fresh, so it might take a while.. hmm, around 45 minutes at least before I bring in the dishes."

"It's fine. Good things in life are always worth waiting for." the waitress just blushed lightly and bowed as she left with their order.

Mark suddenly quirked his eyebrow and turned to face Salma, when he felt her hand on his toes.

"Are you sure you want to do that," he said more than asking, though his voice was nonchalant, it held a dominant intent that brought delicious butterflies to her stomach.

After the long nights they spent together, Salma knew the implied order, and immediately pulled her hand back right in that instant.

"Good girl," he added, which managed to put a smile on her face despite the ridiculousness of the situation. She was truly a submissive for her man, loving and devoted to her lover.

"You look like you want something?" Mark said in a questioning tone teasing her, as he used a less potent pheromone, he wanted to test out just how powerful they could, but he also didn't want to completely drive Salma wild so he held back.

"I.. I want you.. *ahhnn*" she moaned as Mark kept playing with wet sex, she wanted so badly to just get her release. But not just that she also wanted to make Mark feel good as well, she could feel the heat of his clothed shaft as she rubbed it with the heel of her foot.

"I am sorry, what was it? I couldn't hear it." He had an impish grin as he expertly played her like an instrument, making her constantly edge but just shy of getting her to her much needed release.

"I want you to use my throat and fuck it until you cum down my throat." her voice got really low as she reached the end of her sentence, it wasn't like she hadn't done this before for him. But asking to do it in a public place like a restaurant was definitely a new experience for her.

Due to his enhanced sense of hearing he had obviously picked up on what she had said, but he felt like teasing her a bit more. The way she looked as she panted in heat, trying to hold in her lust was just mesmerizing.

"I didn't hear the last bit." He said, annoying her.

"You! assho–"

She didn't really get to finish her words, as Mark leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around her neck, squeezing on it firmly yet gently to cut her off.

Salma let out a sharp gasp as her thighs quivered a bit from the rough action, if she hadn't been wet already, she definitely was now.

"That's not a very nice word to say to your master." Mark growled as he stroked his thumb over her pulse, feeling it pump against his thumb.

"Sorry." Salma replied, as her breath hitched, she felt her heart skip a beat, her pupils dilated slightly till only a sliver of hazel surrounded them.

Mark smirked menacingly, looking down at her, "That's okay, now continue what you were saying."

Salma blinked, trying to breath through her nose as she spoke, her voice was husky, "It's me. You own me, Mark. So, please just use me however you like, my tits, my cunt, even my asshole."

She moved around the table and came down to her knees as she kept speaking. "But right now, I want you to own my throat. Please use me, use my throat until I can't fucking breath, Master, till you cum down my throat and fill me up with your delicious seed."

Mark let out a deep groan at the filth coming out from her mouth as he took out his shaft and began rubbing it against her pretty face. Her tongue came out instantly to greet his thick shaft, giving it small licks like a kitten as Mark just carelessly ran his cock all over her face.

"That's a good girl, I'm going to destroy your throat for you. That's what you want, yeah?"

Salma let out a choked whimper, when she heard that while she was slobbering on his fat nuts. This unintentional yet sensual sound made his cock throb like anything.

He let go of her neck and gripped the base of his cock, lifting it up from where it was resting on her face to slap her lips a few times with the angry red head of his shaft.

Salma opened her mouth wide, her warm breath tickling his cockhead as she pressed kisses against his manhood leaving behind a trail for lipstick marks. Leaving behind these marks had become a habit of hers whenever she gave him a blowjob.

So Mark decided to indulge her for a few moments before he suddenly wrapped his fingers around her throat and rammed this hard cock deep down her sloppy throat.

With one hand resting on the back of her head to keep her from moving, he moved around the plates to make some space. After making her choke on his dick for a minute he finally let her up to breath.

*Puah* "I thought you *huah* were gonna *huff* make me pass out." she said trying to act like she didn't like that

"Wouldn't you like that, slut?" Mark could see the excited smile on her face as she enjoyed their perverse acts.

"Now get up and lay down on the table on your back." he ordered as he laid her down exactly the way he wanted.

Meanwhile he took off his pants and underwear as fucking her throat whilst still wearing his pants would be a bit awkward. After he was halfway undressed he stood there stroking his cock as he took in that beautiful sight.

Salma had taken off the kimono not wanting to ruin the dress and was now laying on the table completely naked in just her heels, her big soft yet firm tits sloped to the sides slightly from the heft of their own weight.

Her glistening caramel skin looked so appealing, her neck rested against the edge of the table where she had placed a small bag so as to not hurt her neck, as her head hung upside down.

Experienced from their previous escapades, she tied up the longer locks of her raven hair into a quick bun to keep them from reaching the floor.

Her soft doe hazel eyes twinkled mischievously, and her cute pink tongue slipped out to wet her lips.

Mark immediately stopped stroking his shaft as he felt like he might accidently come from just looking at the gorgeous slut.

"Mark? Please hurry up, would you? My mouth is getting fucking wet from just watching you stroke that fat cock."

"Coming right up." Mark said with a sadistic grin on his face, walking around the table as made his way towards her face. Her eyes just hypnotically followed the bounce of his cock with each step he took until he was standing right in front of her.

Her eyes even crossed to keep it in focus as Mark moved closer and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her chin. She parted her mouth instinctually and her gaze tore away from his cock to look him straight in his eyes.

He moved closer and rested his cock on her face as she started laying kisses across his prodigious shaft. He gently caressed her hair for a moment, lulling her into a peaceful trance as she kept breathing in his musk.

When suddenly he firmly grabbed her hair and asked darkly, "What's the magic word babe."

"Please." she uttered wanting nothing more than for him to just fuck her face likes like its just another one of her holes use for his pleasure.

"Good girl." He replied, with a manic smile on his face that promised both pain and pleasure for her. A promise that he was going to be sure to fulfill as without missing a single moment he rammed his cock right into her throat.

This was nothing new to the couple and it showed as despite some resistance in the beginning, due to the suddenness of Mark's forceful entrance.

Even with no moment of respite as Salma got used to his pace and he could quite easily fit his thick, fat shaft all the way to the back of her throat with barely any effort.

With his pelvis resting against Salma's plump lower lip, as he slammed his cock inside her gullet to the hilt, he couldn't even see her face over his groin.

Instead, as he took in the erection inducing sight of her tight throat bulging from trying to accommodate his fat cock.

He couldn't help but bark in approval, "Fucking hell Sal, you should see yourself, see how horny you make me from just watching you devour my cock down your throat. I could just cum from looking at you like this."

She loudly hummed in approval with his cock still lodged inside her throat and Mark knew he needed to start moving before he was made to cum from her simply vibrating her throat muscles around him as she hummed and moaned.

Mark pulled his cock back, watching the bulge of her neck slowly disappear inch by inch. Yet, her stubborn lips clung tightly to the head of his cock, not allowing it to completely exit her mouth as circled the tip with tongue.

Mark let out a chuckle, deciding not to force it out, as he leaned forward, and wrapped his large hands around her petit ankles. He used the position for leverage before he began to slowly yet firmly ram his cock down her gullet.

The cacophony of sounds emerging from her mouth would be featuring in his dreams, for years to come for how fucking erotic and sloppy they were.

The dripping saliva, the grunts of exertion, the moans as he felt her cum from just choking on his hard cock, the harsh gags from his cock going so deep, and the delicious way her throat muscles constricted with vice-like grip around his cock from everything being too much; it was intoxicating.

"Fuck." he rammed his cock in to the hilt as he rest his balls on her face.

"Fuck." he said again as pulled it out till only the head of his cock remained in her mouth.

"Fuck." and then the process kept repeating all over again.

"Take it all. Fuck! Sal, you make such nasty sounds as I fuck this slutty throat of yours. I love it, oh I love you, You're such a good girl, making such beautiful music for my ears." He grunted as he continued to fuck her throat, his balls slapping roughly against her nose.

She once told him that she loved the sting from that, loved taking in the musk of his balls as he rested them on her face.

After doing such depraved acts with him so many times, she had gotten used to holding her breath for a long period of time as sometimes Mark would just keep his cock lodged inside her throat wanting to see how long she could hold her breath for.

She continued to gargle and choke around his cock, as he felt the mixture of his precum and her saliva soaking and dripping down his groin, inevitably staining the beautiful applied makeup on her face.

What a sight she would make when he finally pulled her off of his cock. But first, he wanted to make her come again.

She had already wet the table under as she squirted from her cumming as he choked her on his cock. He could smell her need before he even stretched her ankles closer to fold her in on herself.

All those yoga sessions really paid off as she was very limber and was easily up for the task. He leaned down bringing his nose close to her pussy as a slightly tangy yet earthy scent tickled his nostrils.

He slowly entered his thick yet dexterous fingers into her cunt, causing her juices to soak his fingers almost immediately, causing squelching sounds to fill the room as his fingers made their way deep inside her.

He could tell that Salma was moaning again from the humming vibrations against his cock, so he decided to slow down his thrusts and focus on making her scream instead as she came from the tender loving of his fingers.

He curled up the two fingers inside of her, and broached her walls until he found the familiar ridged edge of her pleasure area, stroking it constantly, he started pressing his thumb against the nub of her clit.

It only took seconds before the walls of her pussy began fluttering against his thick fingers and soon after that she lost control as had she came screaming around his cock as her thighs shook violently, forcing him to firm hold her legs down as she shuddered and thrashed on the table lest she fell over.

As she gagged and choked while experiencing an earth shattering orgasm, Mark himself couldn't hold it in any longer as he came right down her throat. He grunted and moaned as he filled her up.

After finishing he stopped thrusting his cock in her mouth and waited till both of them had come down from their orgasmic high, before sliding his dick out of her abused throat.

Thick strands of cum and spit ran down Salma's face, clinging to her left cheek and over her right brow. There were strands around her eyes, less opaque as they mixed with her tears.

Even more strands of cum ran down her neck, some even spreading onto her hairline as they coated her beautiful ebony strands. She looked completely debased and Mark almost felt like he could cum again just from that sight alone.

Mark's voice came out low and dark filled with desire, "You look gorgeous like this mi amor, covered in my cum."

Salma locked eyes with him, and he finally noticed how glazed over they were. "Master.." she murmured, her voice light, high and unfocused.

There was so much more that he wanted to do with her and thankfully he had just enough time to enjoy one more session with her before the waitress would be back with their food.

Even though he owned the place, he had planned on acting like it was a random restaurant to make the act feel more risky and taboo because that's where the excitement of sexual acts carried out in public come from.

The fear of getting caught, the thrill, that's what he wanted her to feel.

But he also didn't want her to get in any trouble so this was the plan he had come up with and so far it was going perfectly; and to ensure this would remain the case throughout their brief stay he had to get her cleaned up and look normal by the time he was done with her before the waitress got there.

Her make-up was ruined, her face was caked in a mix of his cum and her spit, the sight did things to him that couldn't even be explained but sadly he didn't have a camera to capture the memory.

"Sal, love, you okay?" He asked as grabbed some tissue and started to clear up cum stuck on her eyelids.

She nodded her head, as he saw her swallow and gulp down the copious amount of cum he had just filled her mouth with. After gulping it all down, she finally opened her mouth and panted, hungrily breathing in air.

"Ye-yeah, just le-lemme *huff* catch my *huff* breath." She replied after coming to her senses after that mind blowing orgasm that still had her inner thighs and pussy quivering.

She looked at Mark as he carefully cleaned the cum off her left eyelid that had been shut. He looked so different, from just a few seconds ago - so kind, so loving, she knew he had many different sides and she loved all of them.

"Mark.. more.." she muttered as she saw his cock, it was still at half mast, after spending so much time with him she knew only cumming once was never enough to satisfy Mark.

"Sure. But we need to get you a little cleaned up, you are looking like a delicious mess right now."

"Okay, but after that you fuck me good." she said, letting out a long-suffering sigh as her lover ignored her and brushed his fingers up and down her face and tits as he cleaned her, the sensations triggering little goosebumps on her skin.

"Oh don't worry your pretty little head about that love." He husked into her ear planting a kiss on her neck, just where she liked it, something he learned from the hours he spent on experimenting with his lips on her body.

"You see that, I'm gonna fuck you right against that glass window." She gasped and let out a stuttered breath, taking a moment to focus her thoughts before she could even speak.

"You can't be seri—." hand closed around her jaw, shutting her mouth and cutting off her lecture.

He lifted her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes. It felt like looking into the eyes of god, they were so green, so overflowing with the lewd desires that she could just tell laid in his gaze.

And she could not help herself from squeezing her thighs together to try and stem the neediness between her legs. Stem the need to embrace that desire to submit to him, to forget about the world and just live the moment.

"I am going to fuck you right there," his voice rough and throaty sending tingles down her spine, "right there for anyone to just look up and see just how much of a slut you are for me."

She swallowed to clear her throat, as she gazed into his eyes, but her voice came out hoarse regardless, "Y-yes Mark, do whatever you want to me, I am yours."

"Good girl," Mark purred before tilting her head back a little as he bent over to give her a filthy open-mouthed kiss.

His tongue swirled against her own, consuming her and forcing a girlish whimper out of her plush plump lips that were a little swollen from being smacked against his cock a few minutes ago.

As he broke their kiss, he couldn't help but look down over her huge breasts. He let out a muttered fuck, before he ran his fingers up her flat stomach, brushing against the underside of her breasts, tickling the skin pleasantly.

"Have I told you how much I love your tits, babe?" He asked as he slid his large palms over them, fondling them gently.

She repressed the desire to smile at his comment as she pretended to roll her eyes, "only every time you see them, master."

"Hmm, well they deserve that kind of appreciation, don't you think?" He asked with a cheeky smile, before flicking the nipple of her left breast and rolling the nipple of the other one, drawing out a breathy gasp from the latina beauty.

"You like that? You like the way I'm playing with your tits, Sal?"

She bit down on her plush bottom lip to stifle a moan before she answered him, "Fuck, you know exactly what I like."

"Don't tease me like this, we're already strapped on time." She whinned as he instead of fucking her he gently sat her down on his lap as he sat on the bench.

"That's right, we are. So how about I get this show started?" Mark hissed out, pinching her nipples and causing her to scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Unghhh, fuck!" She panted, arching her back against her man, his hard cock somehow a grounding presence despite his gifted fingers teasing her stupid.

She grabbed his left hand and brought it down towards her sex, she was fucking soaked, her cunt juices slowly dripping to her thighs by this point.

Mark really knew how to rile her up and get her quim absolutely leaking. "Now, why don't we try again and this you ask me nicely just like I taught you?"

He removed her from his lap and sat her down on the table as he unclasped her heels, removing them one by one, finally leaving her without a single article of clothing on her, just as he was.

"You want this?" He asked as he stood there gripping his cock in his right hand and running it up and down her drenched lips, lubricating himself while sending flares of pleasure down her thighs.

She let out a weak whimper before mindlessly nodding her head, "Yes! please.. You promised me you would fuck my brains out."

He smiled broadly at her comment before slowly sliding his cock into her starving cunt.

Salma let out a wanton moan while he muttered fuck over and over as he slowly stretched the walls of her cunt to the limits as he pumped her full of his cock. The head fit snugly against her cervix, a delicious pressure that had her begging for more.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer as she moaned and screamed filthy words like, "break my pussy", "fuck me harder master," "I belong to you," etc.

Her heart began pounding harder as she knew Mark would be ramming that spot, repeatedly, her toes curling in anticipation as she felt like she was gonna pass out and see god again.

"Your cunt feels so fucking good, baby. I can't get enough of feeling your cunt fluttering around me already, gorgeous, I can't wait to make you come on my cock." Mark whispered in her ears as he played cunt like a piano making her sing.

She reached up, her palms sliding against his before she interlocked their fingers together, providing leverage for him, but also enjoying a moment of intimacy she craved with lover. "Ohhh, god you feel so good inside of me, feel so perfect inside of me, stretching me like no one else can, like no one else ever will."

He took a moment to reposition her as he turned around and lifted her legs as he kept ramming her from behind in the standing Nelson position, all while stepping closer and closer towards the window.

"Mar- *AHHN* som- *AHHN* might *AHHN* FUCK!" She tried to speak out but couldn't articulate herself, she screamed out as Mark pounded into her, his thick cock dragging against her walls deliciously and assaulting her cervix every single time his pelvis pressed against her own.

"Hush, look Sal, look at all those people, just give in to the euphoria, as I fuck you against this window for the entire world to see."

"All of them will see you fucked and brutalized, all they have to do is look up and they will be able to see you as the fucking slut you are for me and it's all they'll ever see you as, ever again." Mark didn't hold back with his words as he pressed up her body against the window, while he swung his hips under her, ramming his cock into her sopping cunt.

He couldn't get enough of the incoherent noises she was making; they were just music to his ears.

She is trembling all the more violently and screams almost immediately, but manages to cut herself off, bringing her hands to cover up her mouth in order to stifle her screams and moans.

And Mark smiled, seeing her like that and it was not a nice smile, but one of savage sadistic pleasure. He rammed her some more like that for a few minutes.

As he started fiddling with her butt plug, he knew that knowing it was "date night," she would keep that hole clean.

Then in one smooth motion, without missing a beat, he lifted her off of his cock entirely on his next bounce of her body and re-impaled instantly but this time in a different hole, it took her completely by surprise as her member split her asscheeks rather than her cunt.

Luckily for her, she already had both hands over her mouth, so when her eyes widened and a scream of pain and surprise erupted from her throat, she somehow managed to stifle it, though not completely.

However, the more he reamed her ass, the less she was able to truly handle it, the less she was able to calm herself down. Eventually, her hands fell away from her mouth as the strength left her body, and Mark had to step in to keep her quiet.

Her body just helplessly hung in the air as Mark bounced her on his cock, pumping his thick cock in her tight ass, with his heavy balls bouncing off her leaking pussy.

"MAAAARKK! YOU'RE RIPPING ME APART!" was her muffled scream against the palm of his hand, it was so satisfying to just watch her unravel and let go.

Even though she had had anal sex before with Mark this was something she had been wholly unprepared for what she was currently experiencing.

She thrashed against him, hips stuttering as Mark effortlessly kept a firm grip on her, pounding into her from behind, as the coil finally snapping and she felt like she saw stars exploding in front of her eyes before there was darkness.

She tensed up, her entire body clenching before it went slack in his grasp, and his latina temptress was left with her eyes heavily lidded as her breaths came out in pants as darkness consumed her.

When she came to, Mark was cuddling her, her warm sticky body against his hard muscled one, his left hand massaging her breasts as the other drew gentle circles on her belly.

His face had a look of content, staring down at her with all the love in the world, just for her, at least in that moment and that was enough.

She smiled back at him, and he leaned over to give her a kiss.

"What happened?" He shifted her hips, as she sat up sliding her body against him better, and felt something dripping down her ass, realizing that Mark came inside her.

He kissed the top of her head, his warm strong hand still drawing circles against her belly, making her feel nice and tingly, and comforted. "You passed out, just for a moment."

She sighed, closing her eyes and snuggling against him, basking in his warmth and the scent of sex and sweat on him. "You were right, Mark. I…really enjoyed that."

"Another round?" She asked with a hopeful look in her eyes like an addict asking for their next hit.

"Nope, that's all for now, the waitress will be here with the food in less than 10 minutes. But if you behave nicely, I might just fuck the shit out of you again right after we leave this restaurant." He replied nonchalantly as he wetted the tissue and used it to clean her hair, thankfully it wasn't that badly stained with his cum.

"You would like that, yeah?" He asked with a teasing grin, as he scooped some cum that was leaking out of her abused ass while also plugging it with the butt plug.

Thankfully it was snug enough that he knew it would keep the rivulets of his cum from flowing out of her as they enjoyed their dinner.

"Yes.. please." She muttered her reply not forgetting to add the magic word, while she gently sucked on his fingers.

"Thankfully, you had the mind to take your kimono." he said, finally being done with cleaning off her face.

"I can't have it completely ruined, it's the first gift you gave me in Japan. I am gonna cherish it." hearing that made Mark freeze momentarily, as he was flooded with the love that he felt for this beautiful soul in front of him.

He grabbed the back of her and her cheek, as he pulled her in for a passionate kiss, he didn't care that he could still taste his seed on her tongue. All wanted to do at that moment was show his love to her.

And no amount of filth was going to come in between that, as he finally let her up for air. He rested his forehead against hers and said, "I love you, mi amor. I always will."

"Te amo para siempre." She said back feeling emotional.

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Mark chuckled a bit and said turning on the overhead fan, "let's get you ready."

"What do you mean?" because she thought she already looked clean enough as they had gotten rid of the cum.

"To make you look presentable obviously, now come here," he said as he took out his handkerchief.

As she came forward, he had her sit on the bench as he wiped the sweat off of her body, making sure to get her underboob areas and inner thighs. He did this because he didn't want her to wet or stain the kimono after she wore it.

She couldn't help smiling fondly at him as he took care of her, cherishing this moment, because it is these little things that showed how much he cared and loved her.

He didn't hesitate to crouch on the floor in front of her as he wiped her thighs while laying gentle kisses on her skin that gave her goosebumps.

After he was done with wiping off her body, he went to her bag and took out the room freshener spray and used it to mask the smell, done with that he took out a small carry around make-up kit.

He knew that despite wearing very minimal makeup she always carried it with her in her bag just in case.

It really came in handy this time, he sat down beside her and turned to face her towards him as he said, "now don't move around too much, we don't have enough time to fix any mistakes."

She just nodded her head but couldn't help but ask, "Mark, I have seen you applying make-up to disguise yourself before. But when and where did you learn it from?"

"Thanks, I started learning just a few months ago, I learnt from Charl in our crew, I even got to practice on a few background artists who came in for the birthday party scene." He replied, as he perfectly reapplied her mascara.

"Wait, you learnt from Ms. Charlotte?! No wonder you're this good, I heard she is very strict but also really good at her job." She was surprised as she didn't really seem like the one to teach others.

"That she absolutely is." he chuckled as he remembered the times Charlotte scolded him if he did something wrong.

"So, Mark.." She said wanting to ask a question.

"Hmm?" He just hummed as he moved away for a second to get the kimono.

"What's the plan for 91? Except for the Killing Joke, I mean." she asked as she stood up so he could drape the kimono over her.

"Well.. for movies we have an animated movie that's currently in production. I have already drafted a rough script for it, Eva has called in a really talented screenwriter to help finish it." He tied the obi and ensured that it looked proper.

"And the other will be a small budget Christmas themed comedy movie. I wrote the script for it a few years back." He held her arm as they moved back to the bench on his side of the table.

"So.. three movies?" She wanted to know if Mark knew how hard he was pushing himself.

"Yup. Don't worry my complete focus and attention will be on KJ. For the other two movies I'll just play the role of the executive producer." He replied smoothly, easing her tension.

She knew he would already be very busy with writing books and creating storyline for new comics on top of directing KJ, she just didn't want him to burn out because of being too hard on himself.

"There, all done, I must say, I do some good work myself." he said, praising himself as he finished her hair and put away the make-up kit and handed over a small mirror to check his work.

"Woah, it looks as good as new and you even made sure to match the make-up I was wearing before." She was stunned by how good Mark was at it.

"Of course, I learnt from the best." He said, with a pleased smile.

"How, do you want to sit? next to me? Or opposites?" He leaned on the table giving her a side glance.

"Next to you, obviously." She said, as she went in for a hug.

Mark hugged back and kissed her forehead, he seemed like he was going to say something but stopped as they heard a knock on the door of their booth.

Mark looked at himself one last time to see if he was decent, he had already worn his jeans while Salma was still in a daze and recovering.

Thankfully his erection had subsided as well because the size of it was impossible to hide in tight jeans.

He slid open the door and let the waitress in, she was seen pushing a small trolley that had all their stuff.

"Your food has arrived sir." she announced as she entered, her tone respectful and demure.

"Thank you." Mark replied as he helped her place the food on the table, at first she requested for him to sit down as he was the customer.

But Mark told her that he wanted the food placed a certain way and he didn't want to constantly order her where certain dishes should be placed.

Finally she relented and helped Mark place the food according to his preference, he placed Salma and his serving dishes on his side of the table and arranged the dishes in a semi circle around the two plates, with her having the dishes which he knew her spice loving palate would enjoy.

After the food was carefully placed, the waitress took the empty platter plate and bowed as she made her exit. Before leaving she told them if they needed anything all they needed to do was to press this button on the wall to call her.

He got started with the ramen, he dumped a few gyozas on there as well and went to town. Even though he wanted to rock her world later that night as well, he also had to keep up his energy for it and it had been some time since he had lunch.

"Mark, try this chili oil. It's so good." She called out and saw that his head was leaning over the delicious bowl of ramen. But he stopped mid slurp and gestured for her to pour some in so he could try.

"Here. It's quite different from the chili oils I had before." She said as she poured a spoonful over his ramen while he slurped up the noodles.

"Let me see.." He mixed the oil with broth and tasted some.

"Mhhm." he almost moaned at how good it tasted, the punch of umami, spicy, hint of tang, it was just perfect.

"Yup, it's definitely something special." He muttered in thought, when was nudged by her.

"Mark, can I sit on your lap?" she asked with those puppy eyes, looking all innocent and cute.

He didn't even answer, just scooped her up with his left arm and gently placed her on his lap, while he raised a spoonful of the ramen broth along with the dumpling and blew on it for her to try.

"Say ahh." She opened wide and took it all in, in one bite.

She chewed and gulped down that delicious mouthful, "that's so light and refreshing but still so tasty."

"It's called Shio Ramen, Shio means salt. It is one of the most popular styles of ramen in Japan."

He did an animated excited teacher voice as he explained, "The base is made from dashi which is a Japanese stock and clear chicken broth. My favorites are these pickled bamboo shoots that add a nice fresh pop to the dish."

"Here, try this…"

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..

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They had a pleasant dining experience, it was one of the best she had because she got to try many new things. She was glad she got a chance to experience so many new things, and as she was leaving she decided to take a shot and guess the correct answer to his new alias.

"It's a character from Marvel comics."

He immediately knew what she was talking about, he chuckled softly as he asked, "Are you asking or are you answering? Also what made you come to that conclusion?"

Gathering bravado, at him not instantly shooting her down, she decided to make her case, enjoying their banter. "I am answering. Out of all the things you own Marvel has the most characters and its all your most beloved possessions."

She had a confident smirk on her face as she faced him after she sat down next to him on the backseat of a cab. "So, if I am going to make a guess, logically speaking, I have a better chance at winning if I pick Marvel."

"Well, Yes and No."

"Huh?" she titled her head in confusion, a sight Mark just found was adorable.

"Yes, Marvel definitely has the most characters out of all the fictional worlds I own. But it's not my most beloved possession."

"To me my most beloved possession is my relationships with my friends and family but especially to you guys, you guys give me peace, you.. complete me."

Her eyes widened as a bright smile graced her face, she immediately hugged him.

"Also, one more thing Mark," she said, grabbing his attention.

"Hmm?"

"I wasn't really ever in any danger of being caught or exposed was I?" She asked with a certainty in her voice that he knew he couldn't fool.

"What gave it away? Was it my bad acting?" He was interested to see if it was his mediocre acting that gave it away.

"Nope your act was believable but after gathering my wits I thought back to how the waitress behaved Mark. She was completely oblivious, also despite how loud we were, the people on the streets never looked up as if they could see nothing." Her voice grew excited as she pulled the thread on the clues she had noticed.

"The window was actually a one way mirror and the room was near soundproof." He replied, admitting.

"Also, when you were hailing the cab, I actually looked up at the restaurant's signboard." She said revealing what made her sure of her suspicion.

"«The Black Lotus» read the small print in English underneath it, it was staring right at me. It even had your signature abstract Lotus." she said in an exasperated tone, like she felt stupid.

"I am glad you didn't notice it before or else it would have ruined the fun." even though she couldn't see his face, she knew that he had that teasing grin on his face.

"Thanks, Mark.

"What for?"

"For being so kind, for taking such great care of me, for doing so much to ensure my safety and security."

"Salma, you're my woman, it's my job to care for you. It wasn't even that much work on my end." He waved it off as it wasn't that big of a deal for him, it didn't really take much effort from him.

After all, It was just a simple problem on which he could simply throw his money and it would be solved.

"Mark you built an entire fucking restaurant, just for this one night. Now, we both know that you will turn it into a profit making business. But still just accept the compliment, Mark." she finished in an exasperated tone, whispering in his ear.

"Thanks, babe. But to be honest, it had more to do with me being possessive of you actually, after all only I can see that side of you."

— To be continued…

In the next episode of The Morning S̶h̶o̶w̶

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I meant in the next chapter of Hollywood: Head-Hunting System.

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Word Count: 8669 words (after excluding the disclaimer, opening Author's Note and the closing Author's Note.)

Closing Author's Note: I am sorry, I know, I said this chapter will be uploaded by Monday and it's Tuesday when I am finally ready to upload this chapter. I was tied up in a sudden social occasion that left me completely drained of energy and the will to write.

Though I am good now, and as I said before in the Opening Author's Note the 2nd part of the finale of the Japan Tour will be uploaded by tomorrow that is by Wednesday. I am sticking to my schedule. Thankfully it needs very minimal rewrite and mostly I just need to check it for typos and mistakes.

Also another thing the next arc of this book is something I am really excited for as it will be something quite different from what I normally write. But I hope it is a good change, I don't want to spoil anything so I can't say much.

Also I know some people might not like this chapter because it did nothing to progress the plot of the story and I am sorry but things like these (dates, shopping, even the sex, etc) show Mark as human and not just machine that wants to churn out content.

But not to be worried as after this there won't be too many scenes like this as the KJ and pre-production Arc will begin. But as I am about to close up the Japan Tour Arc, I am sure I am going to have Mark do things that will surprise many amongst you.

I know many readers didn't read my author's Note or disclaimer or tags so they think that this is just a plain old hollywood conquering novel so only movies and tv shows might be the focus.

Get ready cause the conquest has only begun, Mark has only bought the co-ownership of Studio Ghibli yet. Obviously there's more to come, stay tuned for the next chapter, coming out in 24 hours.

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