Location: Los Angeles, California
Meet Cristal Hirosaki, a successful USC sophomore, top of her class, valedictorian of her high school back east. All her peers and her professors respect her immensely and believe that she is a goody-goody; no one ever sees her out in public so they think she’s a homebody filling her time studying.
Cristal hosted a weekly study group at her dorm room that contained some of the smartest people in the school. Often you could hear jocks passing by screaming “Nerrrdddddssss.”
This particular week, she was very distracted. One of the girls in the group came over to Cristal and sat next to her on the couch. The sound of a whimper and a soft dog bark could be heard as the girl sat down on the couch. She commented, “did you hear that?”
Cristal replied, “no.” The girl said, “where did you get this horrible old couch.” Cristal, very distracted, paused for a what felt like a minute. “I found it on the street.”
See in reality, Cristal is a highly sophisticated blackmail/con artist. At this point it might be noteworthy to add that, in addition to her intellect, Cristal is stunning when she wants to be. From head to toe, you could barely spot a slight flaw. When dressed up, she looks like the perfect anime vixen.
Most nights of the week, Cristal is making money hand over fist with various schemes. It first started with Senator Tom Daschle. One night in a sophisticated club downtown, Cristal caught the senator’s attention by walking out of the bathroom with her skirt hiked up in a very sexy fashion. The Muse song “Starlight” played in the background.
“Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations”
A bit later, he approached her and it was on. She worked him so hard, harder than he has ever been done before, and after all those drinks at the club, the senator was passed out like an oak. Cristal then left her mark, which turned out to be her calling card, a trademark for the rest of her notorious career.
Cristal then took many photographs of the senator from many different angles. If the pictures ended up getting to the public, the senator’s reputation would be forever tarnished. So, in exchange for the photos came recommendations to top companies along with a hearty amount of cash. Even though the senator could not surely guarantee that Cristal did not have copies, he had no other choice when given the ultimatum by the witty vixen.
It went something like this, “senator, I have some pictures that you might want to take a look at.”
Hands the photos over to the senator who is taking lunch and obviously in shock over what has just been brought to his attention.
“What do you want you little fucking god damned chink!”, exclaimed the furious middle aged man.
“Now, now senator, let’s not say things that will fuck up your career ever more! Right now I have it set up that if anything happens to me and I do not return from this office within an hour, those photos will be released to every tabloid magazine, magazine, newspaper, and media station that exists so simmer down, you are basically screwed.”
“How do I know that even after I give you what you want, you won’t go ahead and fuck me anyway?”
“Look, we all know that you have the connections and if you aid me in landing the ideal career job for myself and you come through with the money I am asking for, consider our contract null and void. Fulfill those obligations and I give you my word that nothing will be released. In reality, you don’t know that I will hold up my end of the bargain, but you don’t have much room to negotiate, now do you?”
After that, Cristal knew that America was a wonderful country. Where else could you use your body and brain to reap such tremendous benefits? Since then, she has blackmailed other top politicians, actors, athletes, scientists, doctors, authors, journalists, newscasters, anchors, comedians, an array of many business executive professionals, and even a former PM for Christ’s sake!
Each and every time, she left her calling card and soon it became infamous.
It was not uncommon that, in this society where the wealthiest people interact with each other, Cristal’s alter ego could be discovered. Cristal never worried she had it all planned out perfectly. No one would ever figure out that Cristal and her night-alias were the same person. During her classes, Cristal wore baggy clothes so you could not see her body, glasses and she never put her hair down. At night, Cristal literally and figuratively let her hair down. Her outfits ranged from the exotic to the extraordinary. Men were drawn to this night angel instantaneously. Every man, committed to a relationship or not, wanted her upon first sight but Cristal had her own standards.
First of all, the man could not be married. Secondly, they had to have some sort of societal rank and be wealthy. Cristal did not always have sex with the man either, they did not always have to be men also. The only constant was that she always left her trademark right in the middle of the scene! Her stinky calling card that has left more than a myriad of men waking up to the sweet smell of getting conned! I mean, what does one do upon waking up to such a surprise? The first thing that one would probably think of is, “how am I going to get this shit off of my chest?”