#and yes that is a need because regular bras don't fit me thanks to my scoliosis

[kaedeakeshisworld]

A breath of fresh air

gist: An unexpected meeting at the bakery with who knows? Leo finally decided to appear in Y/n's life after this time. Exciting news for future plans a a change of perspective.

Finally, Benimaru is here. Treating reader-chan like she deserves to. Leo and Y/n have to settle some matters but no worries, it'll work out.

c/s:Here it is. Who also loves a bread loaf/ hot bread fresh out the oven? I do ☺️. Also, there's a saying in Portuguese when you refer to hot men. You say he's/you're a bread( I think it's only valid for men though- in Portuguese "tu es um pão!" it means you're hot. now you know.) Don't know if it's still something folks use as of now... I feel like next chapter will probably end on some smut( already writing it 😉)

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I've had easier days! Waking up at the crack of dawn to stare at my ceiling got me questioning my priorities. It's been three fucking weeks! What does he even have like excuse. She impersonates him to the best of her ability ‘Sorry, I was busy with work’ headass.

Soon enough, I start crying. I know why. I was acting like a was strong, wouldn’t shed a tear for him or because of him.

I've successfully managed to avoid it these past two weeks but everything can't be going according to plan now, can it?

I try my best to cry in silence. I don't need a single soul to know why I'm in this state. 

I think a hot bath would make me feel better. I also will undo my locks. Time for a needed wash and go.

Nothing can beat a good self care routine! I feel like relaxing this way would really help me sleep. So, I'll start it tomorrow…

The hot bath really helped me. I feel like I can conquer the world. I haven’t even had breakfast! Hum… well… what am I in the mood for? Nothing can beat a hot bread straight out the oven. I’ll settle for that.

As soon as I get out of the bath, I pat dry my body. Apply lotion to it because being ashy ain’t a lifestyle for me.  As for a bra… I’m not putting it on today. It’s always the first thing I get rid of whenever I’m back home.

I put on an oversized hoodie, some cutesy socks, and my platform vans 'cause I wasn't blessed with height. I grab my wallet as well as a camo bucket hat. 

Off I am and let's not forget keys, too. 

I drop by the bakery for a fresh loaf of bread. 

I have missed doing regular stuff. Such simple things bring me happiness the most yet I don’t do them.

The stroll is ten minutes but worth it for the tasty goods they sell. 

This morning, not a lot of people crowd the shop.I secured the goods, yes two loaves, one is never enough. I headed towards the exit and bumped someone. 

My first reaction is to ask if he or she is okay, I wasn't paying attention.

When I offered help, I was met with a voice I heard before( or at least think I did):

“What a wonderful sight! And here I thought I wouldn't see you this soon?”

He greets me

“Hi! How are you?”

“Much better now that I see you Y/n.”

“Wanna chat for a bit?”

“Absolutely. I’ll order us something in the meantime. Have a seat. I’ll join you as soon as I’m done.”

He comes back to the table with a tray. The food looks delicious

“We have some strawberry mochi.” He chuckles upon my surprised reaction.

My fave. How does he know? Ah… now I get it! What else did he overheard at uni? 

“I got a caramel chai latte for you.”

“I have an espresso and a silk pudding.”

“You look really hot!” She says. 

“Thank you. You do too.”

“Are you trying to flirt?”

“Perhaps…”

He sips his coffee before continuing this conversation:

“I know this is out of the blue but I wanted to invite you for a trip.”

“A trip? I’m interested!”

“You just have to say yes.”

“Destination is?”

“Paris.”

“I’m going. Who else is going to be there

“Just you and me

“So you wanted to have me all for yourself. You're naughty, so naughty.”

“No not really the way you intend it. 

I have business there. I thought it would be a great idea for me to share it with you.”

He’s a business man. The fit matches his job if you get what I’m saying. His hair is slicked all the way to the back. He looks like a total different person.   

“When do we have to leave?”

“We take off Monday, everything is offered by me. I’ll pick you up.”

“I’ll do that. Should I give you my number?” 

“Yes, it’ll make things easier.”

“Do you need my info to book the flight?”

“Send me everything. I’ll take care of it.”

Both of you exchange phone numbers.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too.”

He smiles, it’s the first time I've seen him do that.

“I gotta leave. I already paid for our meal. Take care, my love.” 

He kissed my forehead and he left 

Why do my eyes falter me like this out of all places, I have to look at his crotch!! Jeez, I’m a case. 

That’s it! Universe, send some bomb ass dick my way. Since I can’t really get it myself, might as well get some help.

It took me by surprise. A lot of affection just from that. 

I am his love. His love. Bold as shit if you ask me. You can only call me like that after you’ve made me come.

  - - -

This sunday morning at 10 am sharp, someone knocked at my door. Not the best time to come by. I'm butt naked and need to get dressed asap. I grabbed a random sundress and put it on as I got close to the door. I take a look in the mirror in the entry to check if I have any semblance of looking okay. I put myself behind the door and asked:

“Who is it?”

The person behind it answered “it’s me”

I know it’s him. I check through the peephole to verify if it’s really him but I’m rarely mistaken. 

Already! Take your sweet ass time Leo. Come next week, how about that one? Isn’t it too early like wait a month cause you visibly waited three weeks to show up…

I open the door. I’m not surprised by seeing him

I give him that disapproving look all the while checking his fit out

Here she is standing in all her glory. With a purple sundress. She no longer has her dreadlocks. She is probably on a wash and go because I know this smell. Oh, there is something else in the air… cinnamon perhaps?

“Not you showing up!”

“Not you giving me attitude, specifically this one.”

“I don’t want to see or talk to you.”

“That’s how you face reality when problems arise or you encounter difficulties? I thought my queen was smarter than this.”

“I’m not your queen.”

“Bet!”

“Bet?!”

“May I come in?”

“Why would I allow you inside in the first place?”

“You’re right. Uhm let’s go somewhere then. I shouldn’t be invading your privacy?”

“It’s fine. Come in?”

You let him enter your place the living room is at the end of the hallway

He sits down on your couch. 

You decide to position yourself on the opposite side, grab a pillow and let him do the talking because he has to apologise. He better.

He tried to make small talk such as tell how nice the weather has been of lately but he quickly realised that you simply do not care

“Why did you absquatulate two weeks ago? Have you been out this past week? You look like you haven't been properly eating, are you sure you're taking care of yourself?”

“Why are you interrogating me, Leo? Am I a witness and you’re the officer?”

I wouldn’t mind that if you catch my drift, queen.  

“All of a sudden, you seem to care. Three weeks, don't you know how to count?  Were you having fun with Miss Aura? Maybe playing with your 'son' like you should? Getting busy with another bitch 'cause let's face it, you can pull them.

As a matter of fact, I can't grasp the reason why you're here. To end what we had started. 

Well if it's the case, I must inform you that it ended three weeks ago in that car ride.”

“I’m here for you. I would like to know what I can do. Why are you being so cold? You didn't even hug me at the door.”

“Hugh, are you being serious? You've got to be fucking kidding me. You're getting this treatment because I still do not know who Miss Aura,” she punctuates her name “is. And let’s not forget you flatly refused to reveal her identity. In your own words, ‘this ain’t none of your business’ type shit.”

“I had to give you time to reflect upon the way I treated you.

Okay now we're talking. Doesn't mean I'll forgive you though.

That's what you get for being stubborn.

“Okay. You really don’t want to let go of this topic! Well, Aura is my sister.”

“See! Was it hard to tell me?”

“No, I wanted to toy with your feelings. It amused me to see you being this possessive and you wanted to know who she was. 

Would you like to meet her? I know it's a bit hasty but if you want to, I can do that.” 

“You do realise you're toxic, don't you? Not yet. I have to unpack what you did to me.”

And you hit his shoulder playfully.

“I know. It's because for the previous relationships I had, women wouldn't even accept her in their lives. I had to make sure. Don't worry, you aced it. Did much better than them.” 

“Also, since we’re on that topic my son as you had said it on the phone is not your son.”  

“No, it's her son. Unfortunately, her husband passed away when her son was a baby so I have been to a certain extent there for him. He does know that I am his uncle despite the fact I've always called him son.”

Oof the relief, the massive weight lifted off your shoulders is gone. Now that it is cleared out of the way. I also feel really bad now that I know the whole story.

“What do you mean by that?” 

“Nothing important for the time being.”

“Did he just die just like that?”

“No, Actually it was because of an incurable disease. He was on treatment but it seemed like it harmed him in more ways than it helped him.”

“My condolences for this tragic outcome.”

“It's okay.”

Both of you sit in awkward silence for a good five minutes. You're doing everything to avoid his gaze. 

If I look at him now it's game over for me. Like I was being an idiot but still.

Your salvation is the timer going off

“Oh, my pie! Had almost forgotten it!” 

“You made a pie?”

“Yes homemade, it's my grandmother’s recipe. We’ll eat some later with ice cream that sounds about right.”

“Absolutely.”

Maybe we should get some boba tea in the meantime.

Yes! I would love that.

When you're ready to leave, let me know.

Why?

I think you should cover yourself…

Is it cold outside?

A little windy.

She hops in her dressing room for some mules and a cropped denim jacket.

“I'm done.”

“Okay. Let's go!”

Gotta be focused. Don't break character now. One day we'll be together but the timing isn't right.

As soon as we get off of the elevator, he tells me we're going by car.

“You have a new driver?”

“Yes, I do. I'm the one driving today.”

“Oh…”

A sports car? That's too flashy! Once a gentleman, always a gentleman.

“Order anything you desire. As soon as you have everything, we'll sit outside.”

“What about you?”

“Don't worry about me.”

Uh!

“One matcha tea for me and passionfruit for him. I would also like to have a dozen donuts.”

“Which flavours?”

“Give us the best ones, please.”

Leo pays for everything and you head outside to the eating area.

“Let's drink here.”

You sip on your drink for a bit. He's the one starting the conversation: 

“How's work?”

“I'm really busy. There are good days and stressful ones. Once the weekend hits, I feel relieved.”

“What about you?”

“Nothing special, routine stuff you know.”

“Are you going on vacation?”

“Not yet. I'll do it later in August. A lil' after my birthday.”

“Your birthday is…” 

“August 10th.”

She mutters “Fuck! She was right!”

“You said something

“I forgot to ask you that, how silly of me?”

“No at all, it happens.”

I take a glazed donut out of the box and start digging

“Are you?”

“Yes, l'll go with a friend of mine.”

“Sounds fun,” he shrugs back.

“Where?”

“Europe, more precisely Paris.”

“Who organised it?”

“He did.”

He!? I thought it was she as in another girl. Why am I getting worked over it?

“I'm just accompanying him there. He probably has some business to attend.”

“Have fun there. I'm sure Paris and he will treat you right.”

You stayed there for two hours just discussing some trivial matters…

At my place

“They're two flavours in a pot ones. I have belgian chocolate and regular vanilla, salted caramel and brownie. Or, you'd rather have regular ones like vanilla, chocolate or strawberry?”

“I find you're awfully stocked on them.”

“It's normal. Period me needs it!”

“Oh, I see. I'll get the first option and please forget my comment. There is absolutely nothing wrong about having an ice cream reserve at home.”

“Why are you giving me a pot, I thought we'd share?” 

“I don't do that with ice cream.”

“Noted.”

“How is it?”

“It’s really good. I think I can cook and I’ll leave the dessert up to you.”

“I’ll gladly handle it.” 

“You used granny smith apples, right?”

“Yes, they’re my fave.”

“Oh! What a coincidence, me too.”

This conversation is going all too well for someone who was mad up until today. It’s giving bipolar much if I may say so. Well, that’s kind of how I love so, no surprise there.

“About our relationship, I think we should have a break from each other.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“No further questions.”

“You have your reasons for it. I'll simply respect them and distance myself from you.”

His phone rings 

“I really have to answer this call, sorry.”

“Uhm, sure.”

While he talked on the phone, I went about my day. I'm not going to sit and watch him do his thing. My cold exterior may remain but I'll be giddy. I don't like it when I'm like that.

I put the dishes in the dishwasher. Clean the kitchen counter and head to my living room. Have a look around. Check if something needs to be arranged. I pick my computer, my headphones and listen to a city pop playlist whilst typing the piled up emails from this week. I should really stop this shit. It doesn't do me any good. Meh…words don't mean shit without action, do they?

The phone call 

“Good morning Mister Burns ! I hope you're doing well. Am I disturbing you in the middle of anything?”

“No,” he looks at her "not at all. Please go ahead."

"I inform you that next month there is a charity gala you must attend."

"You're talking about that one gala?"

“Absolutely!”

“Can I skip it? I really don't want to be there…”

“Sir? How could you not go there? You need to know that you just have to stay until you meet the people who organised the event. That's it.”

“Still Rie, I don't like them. Can't I send one of my collaborators instead of me?”

“I'm going to sound extremely rude but as far as I'm concerned, none of your collaborators bear your name. You get it now, Mister Burns.”

“Okay Rie. I promise you I'll be there.”

“Thank you, Mister Burns! I know it'll work wonders for this business's future. On that note, I wish you a wonderful day.”

“Thank you, see you later.”

He ends his call and demands my attention. I take off my headphones and give him a yes.

“It was from work, my secretary Rie kind of scolded me.”

“It must have been urgent, I guess…”

“I could say that about the matter.”

I talked with her about next month's event, a charity gala for the prosperity of ingenious people.

“Is that something you created?”

“Not really, the company supports it in some way. I tried my best to dissuade her from telling me to go because I am not fond of those events, honestly. It's too long, formal and it messes up my sleep schedule. I'm not that young anymore, I love my routines.”

“I read that somewhere. It said something like 'old people are so into routines: it is really hard to make them change certain habits' sounds true now that I have a living proof before my eyes.”

So now this is what we're doing. Calling me old? Nevermind, we're casually talking. It’s not meant to hurt me, she’s just stating what’s evident.

“After my secretary Rie convinced me in a rather unusual way. She's scary when she wants me to do something for the good of the company.”

“Bless her soul. She knows how to remind you of important tasks. Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“Make yourself feel at home. Now, if you excuse me.”

She puts her headphones back and starts typing away.

I thought it would be a good idea to invite Y/n, we could start anew. I might be wrong.

Leo left shortly after that phonecall. I think he might have felt out of place and didn’t want to overstay his welcome. Time for me to spill the tea with besties through a videocall meeting.

Marjorie: Brrrr!

Theresa Hey, what up?

Bianca: Howdy?

y/n: I hope y’all doing well I got news

Marjorie: I’m all ears!

Theresa: Got my crunch going!

Bianca: Sippin’ my mimosa!

Y/n: I’m going to Paris! 

Theresa: Jealous! 

Bianca: Switch places with me!

Marjorie: I’ll be a luggage.

Bianca: With who though? Leo, right?

Marjorie: I mean… who else could it be? 

Bianca: Same.

Y/n: No, it’s not him.

Marjorie: What? widened eyes

Theresa: Flabbergasted!? hands over chest

Bianca: Confused  Flick of the wrist bc she thought you’d go with him

Marjorie: Is a bitch fucking your man?

Y/n: No, she isn’t. Rest assured.

Marjorie: You scared me! You know, I’m ready to side you no matter what.

Theresa: So, who's the lucky one?

Bianca: Yep, let us know girl…

Marjorie: You found another one that matched him?

Y/n: No! Not at all, an old acquaintance Benimaru.

Theresa: Pfft… he don’t waste time.

Bianca: With who? 

Marjorie: Never heard of him…

Y/n: We used to be in the same uni.

Bianca: Through my understanding, is he a rival?

Y/n: No, why?

Marjorie: You’re still with your sugar daddy? 

Y/n: No, we’re on a break to figure things out.

Bianca: You dropped him like that!

Marjorie: The streets are scarce, you might not get him back.

Theresa: You menacing y/n?

Marjorie: No, I'm letting her know he's the real deal.

Bianca: I second that.

Theresa: Let y/n explain herself.

Y/n: I know but I deserve to have fun to. Benimaru is a gentleman as well.

Marjorie: I need a report from your time spent in Paris in fine detail, 

pics too, hydrate us much with it.

Bianca: If anything ✨spicy👀 happens, let us know.

Y/n: I will, don’t worry.

Theresa: Have fun and enjoy yourself you should forget Leo a bit for your wellbeing.

Marjorie: Yeah, Theresa got a point. Contact us if anything arises.

Bianca: Without a doubt

Marjorie: Gotta go! My bed calling me.

Theresa: I have to do laundry!

Bianca: Wash day!! 

Y/n: Deuces.

Marjorie and theresa: Bye!

Bianca: See ya.

I should get to packing fast. Like I'm leaving tomorrow.

Maybe should check the weather and bring clothes according to that.

Not a lot of shoes, a solid sneaker pair if not two and two heels as well as sandals.

Shorts, skirts, pants, blouses, t-shirts, pull-overs. We’ll head to the airport in nice silk pyjamas and a hoodie.

And pack my skincare too, in tiny containers.

As I put my luggage by the door, Benimaru sends me a message.

Silly me forgot to ask you where u live.

Send me ur address, I'll pick u up. 

I send it.

Monday at 9 sharp as I'm my way to the entrance, I watch him. Gosh, he looks good! Might bite later… 

“Punctual. Nice!” 

As soon as he sees me, he gets my things for me. 

“Haven't forgotten anything?”

“No, I don't think so.”

“That's great. We'll go to the airport right away.”

“Okay.”

In the car we discuss a little. He's changed a lot he has this charisma that I can't decipher yet. He doesn't deadpan people that much as of now.

“Late music discoveries…”

“Do you have any?” 

“I do.”

“Tell me.”

“I will. I would like to know yours first.”

“Malice mizer, a little conflicted because I didn't discover them earlier but I really love the song au revoir.”

“I'll give them a go.”

“Ready?”

“Yes!”

“Mine is Tricot specifically itazura and potage.”

“I love them too! I gotta say you're a little late,” you snicker.

“Y/n! Here, I thought you'd be nice. Turns out I was wrong.”

“Not really, Tricot is like studying for uni midterms background music.”

“You studied like that?”

“Yep.”

“I did lo-fi!”

“That works too!”

“We're almost getting there.”

“You're right.”

“We'll eat shop a bit and hop on the flight.”

Chapter 4 of After all, it's not a bad idea to get a sugar daddy 

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[kos-mos]

also uuhh had a really rough month, i'm getting my ssi soon but either way i'm opening full regular comms again now

[thanakite]

Honestly, nothing will be more telling to me than saying "they have XL for plus sized women"

Like, thanks you just told me you are thin and that everyone you know is thin (and that the chance of you being fatphobic is much higher)

To be clear XL is still a normal basic size, like yes it's "extra" but the reality is that if your comfortable size is XL you still aren't that fat (not a competition or anything just facts) and XL's are also used by people who are a medium or large actually (sometimes even small or XS) just because it's then looser and more comfortable on them, most brands sell up to XL it isn't special when they do, it's kind of the bare minimum

Personally, I fit but am not comfortable in a 3XL and really need at least 4XL to actually feel comfortable (At least shirt wise, I wear like 2XL for pants) and it is incredibly hard to find 3XL let alone 4XL and the reality is that I actually know a number of people who are much wider than me who would have to be wearing probably at least 6XL

If a brand is actually set up for plus sized people they need to be going up to at least 4XL and really should be hitting more like 6-8XL to be really indicating that they want to help out plus sized people. But yeah 4XL should be the minimum that is allowed before a brand can be called "Plus sized friendly" or anything like that, and if you are being positive about a company you like and say something like "They even cater to plus sizes!" And then list that they only go to XL or 2XL or put me in a place where I go to their website and find they max out there, then you are part of the problem

All brand should be going up to these larger sizes because in the end they CAN (they don't have to be they can, and since profits are oh so important you'd think they would) charge more for items as they become larger to fit plus sized people, and at this point the only reason not to is fatphobia. Fatphobia is so ingrained in our society that apparently companies would rather not have fat people wearing their clothes than have more money coming in from fat people buying them, and that is so incredibly horrible

Like you all do know that fat people need to wear clothes too right? And we deserve the dignity everyone else is afforded of being able to buy clothes we like not just setting for what fits

You know that fat people are people just like everyone else who deserve to be able to go into a random store at the mall and be able to find something they like in their size right?

And yes, some brands do better than others, but that doesn't mean that they don't still have a long way to go. Like Rihanna's brand for example. I kept hearing from everyone how they cater to plus sized people and were doing good work, and needed some new bras. I go to their website and start looking through. Because of my chronic pain problems I really need bralettes as they don't have wire or padding both of which are problematic for me, and I really need a 4XL on those, Savage X Fenty only goes up to 3XL for bralettes though. A brand that everyone was raving was amazing for being inclusive of plus sized people and they don't even go above 3XL, a size that too be clear does fit some plus sized people, but can also be used by XL people who just want to be comfier (and again XL is really still a regular size). Like I have big boobs sure, but I also know of many people with bigger boobs. I bought 3 bralettes anyway to see if I could make any of them work and only 1 really did because it was stretchy and I'm fine with strapping my boobs down. If I was more sensitive to that though (like my sister who gets pressure hives) it wouldn't work at all, and again there are many people bigger than me in the world

I bring up this specific example because you know who really needs bras? People with big boobs. You know who bra brands don't cater to? Also people with big boobs. Like that is just reality, if your boobs are small or just smaller you can typically go braless with relative ease, and many with smaller boobs choose to wear bras largely to make their boobs look better or bigger. People with with big boobs though? We need bras to stop our boobs from hurting us, to stop them sagging and pulling our bodies with them, we need them because it is very obvious when we don't wear them and if you aren't try to draw that attention or are trying to be or appear professional you need a bra to avoid issues

Going in and getting measurements and having something altered isn't usually great either as most places have limited number of things that could be altered to fit. Still on the bra thing I went and was measured at a Nordstrom where they are supposed to be good and helpful about finding bras that can be altered to fit your size and they only had 2 bras that could be altered to fit me, a black and a beige, both with wires and padding which I already said I didn't want. And once more I have seen people with much bigger boobs!

Like this is a broken system that needs to be improved and not based on these dumb beauty standards and the idiotic and debunked notions that fat = unhealthy and lazy and is a personal choice and that even if that was the case that it means we deserve to be treated as less, and insisting that a company is doing great and is catering to plus sized people when they don't even reach the bare minimum I set above makes you part of the problem

P.S. to those who are going to claim that I've set the bar too high and that it should be 2XL or 3XL for the minimum understand that I am honestly not that big and again have seen, met, and know many who are larger than me and I wear 4XL. That is the bare minimum I set because if I was able to comfortably fit in 2XL or 3XL most probably wouldn't consider me plus sized anymore based on my appearance. This is the bare minimum because the reality is that 2XL and 3XL isn't that fat! And if you think people who wear those sizes are fat and that it's a problem then you should look inside yourself and confront the fact you are fatphobic. Also if you are fat and see this and have that same thought you should probably confront the internal bias you have set against other fat people that society plants in us all, you'll probably feel better in the long run if you do. The world is fucked and people are too, but we need to be a society where people aren't judged and degraded for stuff outside of their control and stuff that has no actual affect on others or harms them in any way, and this is a big part of that

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Dress You Up In My Love (Darren Treacy x Jeanie Turner)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: angst, smut, language, cross dressing kink

A/N: Darren needs just one night to hide after pulling a hit on Dublin's biggest drug lord. He turns to secondary family where he finds out something surprising about himself and unfinished business from his cousin's wedding. (Takes place in series two between episodes 5 and 6. There ARE spoilers for series two of Love/Hate.)

A frantic knocking sprung Jeanie out of sleep that she didn't remember falling into. She hurriedly pulled on the hotel bathrobe and shouted at the door she was coming. A glance at the clock told her it was 8pm. Still plenty of time for him to come by.

Jeanie opened the door and gasped. “Dazz?! What's going on?”

“Is Gordo here?” The man shifted from foot to foot outside the doorway. He had a motorcycle helmet in his hands and a wild look behind bright green eyes.

“No. He's been up at Trinity in that fucking lab all day. I've not seen him.”

“I need a place t’crash for a few days,” he half-begged, half informed Jeanie as he pushed past into the suite. “Crikey this is posh. If I knew Gordo was gonna grow up t’have this kinda cash, I wouldn't have poked fun at the specs n shite.”

“Darren is there something I can help you with? As we've not seen you in four years?” Jeanie crossed her arms over her chest.

“I.. Did something. Just need a place t’lay low. Figured my cousin was th’last place anyone would look.” There was a shrug in his voice.

“Why not Rosie?”

Darren started to shed his jacket then ran a hand through his shaggy hair, “Best not involve her either. Not exactly talking these days.” He held his jacket out to Jeanie.

“Fuck off with that!” she swatted the jacket away.

“Oi! Just hold it while I take off the rest.”

“Rest of what? Your clothes? Hi Darren. Haven't seen you since the wedding. You've grown up. Sorry about Robbie and your mum. Thank you, Jeanie. How have you been? How's Scotland? Just lovely. Don't see Gordon for days and he's had TWO affairs.”

“Fair point, darlin,” Darren stepped out of his boots and unzipped his sweatshirt. “The Treacy side ain't exactly one t’write home about. Are we, yeah? ‘Cept Mary.”

Jeanie took the leather jacket and pinched her nose. Eyes closed. Something sticky about it made her recoil. Eyes popped open. She held her hand up; it was speckled brownish red.

“Dazz is this blood?!”

“Best you don't know. Can I shower?”

“I don't know, can- JESUS DARREN PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON” Jeanie covered her eyes.

“I'M IN UNDERWEAR!” he shouted back, laughter in his voice. “Alright, Ginge. Haven't ye ever seen a grown man in his underwear? You just need to get rid of those anyway ye can. Please?”

“Well you certainly aren't 16 anymore.”

“I was 18 when ye’s got married. Don’t ye remember?” his eyebrow arched suggestively.

“I would say I tried to forget, but when I'm stuck alone at night, or in a hotel for days at a time, I don't feel bad. It really was foreshadowing for the rest of our marriage.”

“Gordo’s cousin trying t’shag his new wife th’night he got married? Almost got that tossover. Pride myself on that.”

“I was hammered and you have very hypnotic eyes. Like Kaa in the Jungle Book”

Darren frowned, his brows knit together in confusion. His lower lip turned out as he struggled to comprehend that as compliment or insult.

Jeanie couldn't help but stare now. A proper look. Darren's body hadn’t changed much since she last saw him. Still thin, muscles a bit more defined. Scars littered his chest and stomach as he exhaled deeply. It was labored.

“Are those from a gunshot?” Jeanie looked minorly distressed.

Darren absently ran his fingers over the old wounds. “Aye. Working on one lung and I'm a bit barmy now.” Like it was no big deal.

Jeanie sighed heavily, but stopped to gather up his clothes. “I'll take a walk, and ditch these. Against my better judgment. Clean clothes are in our bags. You're about his size I suppose.” She rummaged around in the closet by the front door for a garment bag.

“You're a fucking beauty!” Darren snatched his cousin’s wife up in his arms. He pecked her cheek awkwardly.

“Towels are in the bathroom,” Jeanie grappled with what just happened. “I'll be back in half an hour. I hope whatever you did is fucking worth it. Dazz.”

“Trust me, love. No ones gonna miss him.”

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Jeanie sloshed out of the canal bed glad she packed her Wellingtons for the unpredictable Irish weather. Grateful too for the stones she found along the water side. She had put the hotel pub news bulletin out of her mind warning of a gangland hit on a local known drug lord. One that showed up to her wedding on the arm of Darren and Gordon’s aunt.

“I hope Darren shot you right in the fucking face, and you knew it was him.” Jeanie muttered as she watched the clothes sink after she pushed the bag under the surface.

Maybe it was hypocritical she was relieved JohnBoy was dead. Dazz wasn't the only one who tried to fuck her that night, but he was the only one she welcomed. Maybe, Jeanie owed Darren a bit of physical gratitude.

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Jeanie shut the door behind herself and popped her boots off in the closet. She changed quickly in the bathroom.

“You hungry or anything? I hope you found clothes that-”

Jeanie stopped in her tracks when she came around the wall that divided the suite foyer from the bedroom. Darren with his back to the full length mirror, was twisted so that he could look at himself. He seemed to be staring at his own ass.

“What are you doing?!” Jeanie was surprised, but amused more than anything.

“Oh! What kinda fookin underwear does Gordo have?” Darren's cheeks were just a hint of pink as he caught Jeanie’s eye. “T’ere’s no place for my cock when I piss, but they feel nice? Like t’ere comfortably snug?” He caressed his ass for emphasis.

“Well, those are mine. Not Gordon’s boxer briefs. So that answers the cock question. And they look snug because you have.” Jeanie's eyes strayed down over the bulge that had grown inside the boy shorts. “Well you must REALLY like them.”

Darren's eyes were wide, but he didn't seem embarrassed. Not really. His gaze followed Jeanie's downwards to his erection. “Yeah looks t’at way, doesn't it. I promise ye, I've never done t’is before.”

“Who cares if you have. Women wear boxers all the time. Back home, when I was in uh, what's it here? 1st through 4th year, all we wore was boxers as regular shorts. If you like them, Dazz, you could try some more?”

Jeanie had sat down on the bed. One knee crossed over the other with her hands clasped together. She bit her lip while her heart drummed loud in her ears. A pleasurable discomfort as she began to throb at the sight of Darren in her panties. The anticipation of him getting into a sexier pair. Letting her feel them. It had been so long.

“I mean, I'm not going anywhere t’ night. I’m not dressing in full drag though,” he insisted.

Jeanie stood and rifled through the suitcase. “I didn't think you wanted to. My regular clothes wouldn't fit you anyways.” She bit her fingernail and debated between a deep purple and cobalt blue. “I'm built like an hourglass and you,” she laid her choices on the white duvet, “are built like a baby giraffe.”

Darren rolled his eyes but joined Jeanie at the bedside. He gravitated towards the purple ones. Mostly lace with a bit of satin, they would look absolutely obscene on him. In the best possible way.

“Ye were wearing these t’at night,” Darren was full of nostalgia.

“I didn't know your side of the family could be sentimental besides Mare,” Jeanie giggled. She couldn't help it. “I definitely married the wrong cousin. Sometimes, I wish I could legally kill him,” there was an uneasy humor in her voice.

“I mean, I would do it for ye.” Darren didn't even hesitate.

“Um..” Jeanie's face matched her hair.

Darren burst into laughter, “Ease up, darlin’. I'm fuckin with ye.”

Jeanie wasn't certain about that but she played along. His smile both unnerved her and turned her on. The way he studied her and then the panties with a curiosity and delight.

“Why don't you put those on, and I put on the bra. Then.. we can make a full set.” There was innuendo in Jeanie's suggestion.

“We can't.”

“We CAN. The right sentiment is whether or not we SHOULD.”

“Should I really put these on?”

“Would you really kill someone you care about?” It was a strange reciprocation.

“If I cared about Gordo, I would not have tried t’fuck his wife the night he got married.”

Jeanie licked her lips, flames curled around her ears and cheeks. “Put them on. Anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Liquor?” She reached inside her shirt and produced a small bag that she swung back and forth, “Cocaine from your jeans?”

Darren reached for it but she was quicker. Stuffing it back in her bra, she swatted his hand away. “How about you.. don't do stimulating narcotics with a PTSD chaser?”

“It keeps me awake so I don't have nightmares. Just go so I can put t’ese on!”

Jeanie planted herself on the bed after taking her shirt off. She leaned back on her elbows, legs crossed. “I'm not going anywhere.”

“Fine! But close your eyes, so we can both be surprised. Wait, why’d ye take your shirt off?”

“Won't this make you more comfortable?” She pushed her chest forward a bit.

Darren’s eyes darted down to Jeanie's tits where they lingered longer than she expected. “Alright, sweetheart.”

Jeanie could listen to him talk for hours. Still she squeezed her eyes shut with a dramatic flare. “Go on then. I can't bloody wait.”

There was some shuffling around as Jeanie sat without peeking. Her heart raced in anticipation as she realized Darren had tossed what he was wearing at her feet.

A few minutes went by, and she lost patience, “Can I look? You've gotta have them on by now.”

“Fine, but don't laugh! I can't seem to get my junk in these.”

Jeanie opened her eyes and her mouth, “Fuck me, Dazz. Those are..” She stood up and made her way over to him from behind as he faced the mirror. Completely unable to stop herself. “You look delicious.” A word no one has ever used to describe either of them.

Jeanie’s hands on Darren's thin hips. They ran back and down over the sheer and lace over his ass. There was a playful squeeze before changing direction and flattening her hands on his. Downwards and into the indentation of his abs. Then she stopped to trace her fingertips over the angry red scars. Jeanie ran her fingers over them as if she wanted to memorize them.

Darren’s stomach convulsed a bit under her touch. “Jaysus,” he muttered under his breath. Eyes shut as Jeanie watched him in the mirror.

“Let me take care of you. Just one night,” she kissed between his shoulder blades. “You certainly deserve it after what you did today.”

“What did I do t’day?” Darren challenged Jeanie with his question. His hands covered hers, but not to push her away. To guide them down further over his erection.

Jeanie playfully squeezed again. The man in front of her let out a sound between a gasp and a moan when she began to rub the satin barely containing his cock. Her open palm gained friction as she worked faster. Where a man might find a woman's clit between her legs under the fabric, Jeanie moved her palm over Darren's balls.

“Eradicated part of Dublin’s largest pest population,” each word punctuated by her hand moving faster. Jerking him off without ever touching more than the underwear.

“I hope..” Darren's breath hitched and grew heavy. “Someone else..” his hips started to twist. “Ro-”

“I don't think we should talk about her right now, do you?” Jeanie cut him off. She finally let herself reach inside of the panties to properly take his cock in her grip.

Her thumb played with the head, slick with precum. Fingers wrapped around the shaft and stroked the length down and back up. She wasn't used to doing it from this angle but found it even sexier. The power she felt surge being the one in control. How wet she was inside her OWN panties.

Darren's head hung back as he lost himself in the ecstasy of what his cousin’s wife was doing. He didn't care that she was married. To a man who neglected her, ignored her.

Nidge. Tommy. His own sister. His cousin. They fucked around all the time. He and Rosie, that almost got her killed and they weren't even shagging. He knew he'd be livid if he caught her cheating. not violent mind you, but pissed. Just like if Siobhan or Trish did it. Or even Gordon. Everyone was a hypocrite.

Yet here was Darren. His cousin’s wife wanking him off while he wore her knickers. And he didn't give a fuck for once. His dick hadn’t been this hard in ages. That day he and Rosie had sex felt so long ago. They didn't do it much if at all since then.

Maybe this wasn't right, but Darren couldn't care anymore. He stood three feet above a malicious drug lord reduced to a cowering pussy and killed him. It was the same feeling as Jeanie's fingers as they twisted and kneaded his cock. Euphoric.

“If we don't take this to the bed. only one of us is gonna get a happy ending.”

Darren turned quickly. Faster than Jeanie could focus on. Their mouths finally crashed together as he gripped a handful of her. He shoved his tongue in her mouth and hands in her the pockets of the jeans she still wore. He dug his fingers into the thick of her ass as they stumbled back towards the bed.

Jeanie's hands labored in an effort to unbutton and unzip her pants around Darren's body as it thrust into her. She didn't want to stop the war their tongues waged as she struggled to tug the denim over her hips, but there was air as her husband’s cousin intervened. They laughed as he yanked them down to the floor and he went with them.

Darren looked up at Jeanie, who now sat on the edge of the bed, as he knelt on the floor by her feet. He helped each ankle as she lifted them out and literally kissed the tops of her feet as she drew them up on the comforter.

“That was romantic,” her voice thick and barely above a whisper. No hint of her usual sarcasm or humor, only some embarrassment. Her cheeks were pink.

“I've wanted t’fuck ye since we met. And I want ye to remember this for a long time.”

Darren stood up and hooked his fingers in the elastic of the underwear of hers that he was wearing. Jeanie covered his hands and leaned forward to kiss his stomach and his scars. Using her tongue this time to trace over them like she had her fingers.

“Leave them on? I'll never forget it if you let me fuck you wearing those.” Her fingers tangled up in the lace. Tips of her nails just brushed his cock through it.

Darren smiled in a way Jeanie wasn't sure he was capable of doing anymore. Right now, in this moment as his eyes changed from darkness to almost emerald, she knew he let himself forget. That's all she wanted. One night for both of them to forget.

“Can't say I've ever had sex like t’is,” excitement in his voice. “I'm right curious t’see how ye manage.”

“You lay down, and I'll play it by ear. This is definitely a new one for me too.”

They switched places. Darren laid down on the bed, head on the pillows. Jeanie unhooked her bra and slipped out of her own panties. She stood naked and exposed in the lamplight. Her heart raced when she realized he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. They traveled over her breasts and stomach and further still as she crawled on the bed beside Darren and straddled him.

“Fuck me,” it was a response. And a suggestion he made simultaneously. His hands spread out over her back and caught up in her long red hair.

Jeanie raised a bit up on her knees to situate herself. She lowered her body so that the outline of Darren's cock beneath the satin and lace was between the folds of her naked sex. Her hands anchored on his chest as she started to ride him.

“Jaysus your so fucking wet already,” Darren breathed and ran his hands up and down Jeanie's body. Over her shoulders and to her ass where they settled on her hips.

“It's you in my bloody knickers,” her voice wavered as she started to rock harder back and forth.

It was like a pleasurable rug burn on her cunt, as Jeanie closed her eyes and twisted her hips just a bit. She rode the length of Darren’s hardened cock completely from bottom to top and kept gaining speed each time. His strong hands buried in her waist helped her pump over and over. Then he angled himself underneath her so that the tip could hit her clit just right as she moved down.

Jeanie rode harder and faster. The satin and her cunt on fire as Darren's cock started its familiar twitch. She clawed at him without caring if someone else saw the marks on his chest. That explosion was building deep in her walls as they throbbed and ached for him to be entirely inside of her.

Instead Darren slid a thumb into her cunt. It replaced his cock as Jeanie started to lose control. Circled and fucked as she fucking him.

She clutched his wrist, “Harder. Rub my clit harder. Like that.”

He obliged all too eagerly. Especially when moments later she cried out unexpectedly. Her body rolled into an orgasm. He never let up with his thumb or his own hips as they bucked up into Jeanie as she came.

“Let me fuck you properly,” Darren begged as her cunt constricted around his hand. His thumb, the knickers and Jeanie's body slicker than before they started.

Then Darren's mobile rang. Darren's mobile was always ringing.

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InuKagWeek 2020

Alright, to those of you still here, thank you! To those of you who left... eh, it's your choice. Anyway, here is chapter two day two of InuKagweek 2020! Loyalty. @inukag-week thanks for the poster art and here’s my day two! Still working on my own art for this piece. Something I was working on a while ago and quit. Hence why Kagome looks way better if you ask me. Thank you @petri808​ for showing me a few tricks for my posts on tumblr!

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If I'm being honest, I never had a job in food service. But I had to assume they were all the same mostly. Things like learning the names of the drinks and the regular customers as well as how to handle a tray filled with heavy things were to be expected. However, given my place of 'work', getting grabbed, touched, and pinched wasn't. Two weeks later and I was as used to it as you could be. When you go from living in a girls home, sharing a room, and counseling sweet innocent children to your own space in a mansion and bringing drinks backstage to the dancers, it would never feel normal.

The girls were nice enough though and I never saw Inuyasha which I was fine with. Mostly.

I'd even made friends with most of those that worked there. Some were just there to strip and make money so a little inexperienced waitress wasn't worth their time. Which was fine. But my favorite was a girl named Sango.

Her eyes brightened at the sight of me, a smile on her pretty face as she paused in putting on her fake lashes. I handed off the other drinks, giving Sango her whiskey sour last. "Oh, I do love the nights you're working Kagome."

"Which is every night?"

Sango giggled, taking a sip and moaning her appreciation of the flavor. "Yes. But you are so quick with our orders. The others take forever."

"I just don't want you guys going without some liquid courage. I couldn't do what you guys do."

Sango tisked her tongue at me as I leaned against her vanity table. "It's not that bad. I mean, the audition was a little awkward."

"Audition?"

Sango went back to her makeup, lining her lips with a dark red lipstick. "Yeah. Having to get naked in from of the boss? That was nerve-wracking, wasn't it? Naomi told me she had to do the same thing even as a server. You had to too right?"

I shuttered. So everyone had to do that? Inuyasha had slept with every single girl in this place as an audition? Was that what that was? I lost my virginity to a man like that?

I swallowed my disgust and the rising vomit in my throat, suddenly feeling a desperate need to get checked for STDs because he definitely didn't wear a condom with me, and pushed off the table. "I should get back to it."

"Yep yep. Don't want the boss to catch you slacking!"

As if he could, he was never here. Too busy 'auditioning' more girls. The only one here every day, giving me a hard time, was Koga. He was always somewhere around the club, waiting to bark at me for doing something wrong or touch me. It was never in an inappropriate place but it was still unwanted. A hand on my shoulder or a push to my back. Once, he patted my butt and I nearly tore his arm off. He hasn't done it since but I see him do it to the others all the time.

Returning to one of my tables, I leaned in to be heard over the loud music. The girl on stage now was talented for sure so I was always surprised when anyone gave me their attention over those on stage. Probably thanks to the required low cut top I had to wear. It wasn't even a top really, it was a vest and I barely fit in it. There definitely wasn't room for a bra. And the pants sat low on my hips so my skin showed all the time. Every time I leaned over, I waited for a breast to fall out. Not that anyone would mind, save for me.

Plastering a smile on my face, I listened as the guy I was attending rattled off a drink order as slowly as he could to keep me there longer. It was a struggle to keep my fake smile up. He finally finished, certain he was touching himself under the table the whole time, I fled to the bar. Far from safe, it still had fewer men ogling me at it.

I rested, waiting for my order and Naomi stood next to me. "Hey, Kagome? I'm not really sure I should say something but...there's a guy here who keeps sitting in my section and watching you."

I suppose stalkers were a normal thing here. It didn't mean I was okay with it. "He's watching me? With that going on?"

I thumbed towards the stage as Sango did a super sexy split on the pole. Not sure what I'd do with myself if I was ever that sexy but it was nice to dream. "Well...I've only been here a few days but yeah. I wasn't going to tell you until I was sure. I mean he's far less creepy than the other guy that watches you…"

"There are two guys watching me?!"

She grabbed my shoulders to reassure me. "I'm not really sure! I haven't even been here a week yet. But it seems like this guy is definitely here to watch you. He sits in the corner booth in the back so he can see you but you never seem to see him…" I gently pulled from her hold and made the quick decision to face the creep. "Wait, Kagome!"

I waved back to her, heading off towards the mentioned table. "Don't worry, I won't get you in trouble."

I didn't have to go all the way to the table, figuring out pretty quickly who it was. Shaking my head and growling a laugh in irritation, I walked right up to Inuyasha who looked a little taken aback that I seemed to notice him. Crossing my arms over my chest served two purposes; hiding my overexposed breasts and showing him how pissed I was at him in general. How the hell did Naomi not know who this was? She auditioned for him last week!

Setting his drink down carefully, he cleared his throat over the loud music and adjusted his seat. "I just wanted to check on you, that's all. See how my investment was holding up."

That wasn't good enough for me and I told him as much by not changing or saying a thing.

"This is my club, damnit, I can come in and do whatever the fuck I want."

"Yes you can, Boss," Koga said, coming up from behind out of nowhere. "Everything up to your standards?"

There was something about Koga. He said one thing but clearly felt another. Inuyasha had to be ignoring it, no way he missed the indignation in Koga's demeanor. "Everything is fine, Koga. Except for your customers getting too handsy with the wait staff!"

To my added irrigation, Koga put his hands on my shoulders as if to hold me steady. Never did I ever need another to keep me steady or still and now wasn't the exception. I glared over my shoulder at him but he ignored me. But then his hands popped off me as if burned and I turned back to Inuyasha who looked ready to kill someone. And that someone was Koga so he stepped further away from me.

"I'll..uh...I'll see what I can do about that, Sir."

Just the two of us again, I turned to leave but Inuyasha called out to me again. "Looks like you're blending in here. A real chameleon or just within your element here?"

Turning on my heel, I stormed back up to his table. Leaning over I put my finger as close to his face as I could. "I survive. It's what I've always done and those girls back at the home wouldn't if they were tossed out on the street. So remember that when you think I'm okay with any of this. With you, this place, getting my ass grabbed daily, or even going through your audition. I'm a survivor and I will survive this."

He had backed up a little in his seat but I'd rid the distance in an instant. Big golden eyes danced between my finger, eyes, and lips. "I can see that." I slowly removed myself from his bubble and he crossed his arms over his chest like he was the one wronged. "I said I was sorry the other night. I lost control and took things too far…"

"Do you say that to all the others too? Is this your blanket apology for using women the way that you do?"

He had been looking toward the exit but snapped back to me with my words. "What are you talking about?"

I huffed, pissed to the point of tears. "Fine. Play dumb. Stop coming here and watching me. I'm not going to screw up your stupid club."

He tried to say something but I really wasn't interested. It wasn't like we didn't live together, not that I ever saw him at home either. If he really wanted to talk to me, he could do it there.

I caught Koga grinning at me as I stormed away, feeling Inuyasha's glare on my back. All I could think was that I really had fallen into a den of demons somehow.

oOo

Checking every day, every hour, I didn't see Inuyasha return. A week had passed and he hadn't come back to the club. Meaning things went back to the way they were, not seeing or hearing from him at all. This time I was glad.

That is until I got to work on another Friday night.

The place was packed and Koga was far too pleased about it. "Kagome you're going on stage tonight."

"Wait, what?!"

"We're short-staffed and I've gotten requests. So you're dancing tonight. Be ready to go on after Kiki."

I was numb, staring at my reflection at the vanity that Sango let me use. She was doing something with my hair but I felt none of it. The only man I'd ever been naked in front of was Inuyasha and I was fine with that. It was a livable condition to my servitude. But now I was going to be naked in front of a ton more. As I said, the place was packed tonight so easily 50-60 people were going to see my bush.

"It's not that big a deal, Kagome, I promise."

"That's easy for you to say! You can dance! And you're super sexy."

Sango sat down beside her and frowned. "You're sexy!" When I frowned in return, she kept on. "You are! Plus, dancing isn't so bad. You're alone and no one is touching you. It's easy to pretend you're just dancing in front of your mirror. Stay out of the champagne rooms though. They touch a lot in there."

I'd heard about those rooms and had stayed clear the entire time I'd worked here. But I was a server. As a dancer, if someone paid to take me in there, didn't I have to go?

The question was bouncing around in my brain when the door to the dressing room slammed open. Inuyasha took a quick look around and when his eyes landed on me, they went from bronze to molten metal. The others squealed and ran while I was frozen in my seat, Sango stuck by me even as he stormed up and ripped me up from my seat. The only thing he said or did before dragging me out was grab a robe and throw it at me.

"Cover yourself."

In the bra and panty set I had worn there that night, cause no way in hell was I borrowing from anyone else, it was nearly my turn to go on but Inuyasha was taking us towards the exit. Koga stood near it, shaking with anger and...fear?

"I told you. I fucking warned you. She's not to go on the fucking stage. Ever. She can't even dance!"

"Look, I got requests, what was I supposed to do…"

"Tell them to fuck off, that's what! Jesus, what the hell do I pay you for?! When some asshole with a few bucks tells you what to do and you listen to them instead of me?"

Koga's head hung low but I didn't feel any pity in the slightest. "Sorry, Boss."

Inuyasha still had my hand in a death grip but he put his free one on Koga's shoulder. It was the kindest act I'd ever seen him do. "If anyone bothers you, you call me. Got it?"

I didn't get to see how Koga reacted, Inuyasha pulling us out into the night. He stopped, only to wrap his coat around me before shoving me into his car. The ride was silent until I could take it no longer. Anger was surging in me. Sure, he saved me but who asked him anyway?!

"I don't get you at all. You put me in a strip club to work but then get pissed because people want me to take off my clothes?"

"You're a server."

"IN A STRIP CLUB! What did you think was going to happen?!"

"I thought you'd do your fucking job!"

A dark laugh escaped my lips and Inuyasha turned to glare at me. "My fucking job? Interesting words coming from you. Considering you bought me to fuck you."

"I told you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to …"

I wanted him to stop apologizing because it made the loss of my virginity a regret to him. I didn't regret it, I had enjoyed it until he opened his fat mouth! "It doesn't change a thing! Your apology doesn't change that night and it doesn't make my hymen magically grow back! And it doesn't change your complete lack of care for my feelings on the subject either!"

"Lack of care?!"

"I know I should be thankful...that things could be a lot worse…" I really tried not to, because I didn't want to give him my tears, but I couldn't stop them either. "But it's hard to feel anything but resentment when I went from being surrounded by angels all day to working for the devil."

I cut my sobs off after five escaped and Inuyasha listened to each one. It made me wonder if he got off on them until he spoke again. "The devil huh? That's how you see me?"

Nothing more was said even as we split off to our rooms. The devil going silently into his and I could honestly say for the first time that I hated someone. Cause I hated Inuyasha.

oOo

I half expected Inuyasha to show up at the club again the next day. But with him nowhere in sight two hours in, I considered him a no show and went about business as usual.

Sango was happy to see me, jumping up as soon as I entered the dressing room while everyone else seemed surprised to see me as well. "Oh man, last night was intense. You're okay, right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Inuyasha is just...weird…"

"Weird? I thought it was hot as hell. I wish I had a boyfriend that protective. I was wondering why you were just a server all this time but now I get it…"

"Wait," I stopped her ramble with a gentle hand in her face, "that guy is not my boyfriend."

"Huh? Then who the hell is he? The way he dragged you out of here I thought for sure he made you quit…."

"What the hell do you mean, who is he? He's the boss!"

Sango's face and those eavesdropping around us twisted in confusion. "No, Koga's the boss."

I looked around, finding faces that agreed. "Wait...so when you said you auditioned for the boss…"

"Yeah, Koga. He made us all strip for him in his tiny little office. I was scared he'd do more but that was it."

I felt faint, my head getting light and my breaths feeling shallow. "But I thought… Inuyasha…."

"Kagome? Are you alright?"

Sango was holding me up off the floor and I gripped her shoulders tight. "Yeah, I just… need some air…"

If she didn't have her first set in five minutes, I was sure Sango would have gone with me. As it was, I wasn't sure I wanted the company anyway, following her finger to the back door of the dressing room.

It was freezing out, middle of January, and snow falling lightly from the black sky above. The cold helped my brain though, forcing the sticky feeling inside it to freeze so it would function.

So when Inuyasha said he was sorry...what had he said? He didn't mean to, that he lost control. Did he never intend to sleep with me? He was Koga's boss but not the boss of the other women? How did that make sense? It was if he had some kind of loyalty and he was actually showing it to me but I didn't understand or know how to take it.

Damn, now I hated him a little less.

"Hey."

So lost in thought, I missed the guy standing nearby, smoking. He took a step closer and I took a step back. It pushed me into the dark and him into the light. The bright red bulb at the end of his cigarette as he took a long drag and then tossed it. His features were sharp and dangerous looking, even with his long, wavy locks that softened his appearance. It was his eyes really, they were dull and lifeless and set on her.

"You're...Kagome right?" I really didn't like that he knew my name. "I'm a bit of a fan of yours. I'm Naraku."

He stuck out a hand but I refused to remove mine from their wrapped position around my chest. Naraku chuckled as he dropped the offer, digging in his pocket for something so I took another step back. A new cigarette and lighter in his hands, I still didn't relax, trying to slide towards the door. If he noticed, he said and did nothing as I grabbed a hold of the handle and pulled with all my might. But the door didn't budge.

"It's locked from the outside. Usually, the girls leave something to block the door but I guess they didn't tell you about that, did they?" he was grinning while my skin was trying to find a new home far from him. "Why don't you dance? You have a killer body and are so damn sexy. Does Inuyasha have a reason for not letting you? I must admit, it has me curious about your relationship to him."

"We don't have a relationship past employee and employer."

He shook his head, clucking his tongue at me. "Koga is your boss. Or...isn't he?" I fidgeted, looking for a way out. "Oh...I see… you belong to Inuyasha, don't you? Just what is your title then?"

My only choice was to walk around the building to the front, which I was about to do when the door popped open and Sango's head appeared. "Kagome? There you are! Sorry, I forgot to warn you about the lock…"

I was breezing past her, not worrying about the slip-up and Sango was glaring at Naraku. "If you ever want a change of pace, Kagome, let me know."

The door slammed heavily behind us and I couldn't be happier. Sango was still looking behind us as if Naraku had a key he forgot to mention. "You should stay away from that guy, Kagome. I'm not sure why he's even allowed near the building."

"Why do you say that?"

She looked back at me, her face pale. "Well...he snaked away a few of the girls that worked here a few years ago to work at his house or something. He promised them more pay and no stripping. But the last I heard he was sleeping with all of them and only some of them were willing."

I didn't bother hiding my disgust, nearly vomiting on the dark tile below us. Sango looked sick too. We were making our way back towards the front, Sango required to 'meet and greet' after her show and get tips. I was supposed to get tips too but I think they all went to Inuyasha or something. They could all go to the home for all I cared, I was loyal to the cause.

Naomi ran up to us as soon as we made it out of the hall and into the main floor. "Kagome, someone is here for you."

If it was Naraku again, I was just going to slug him and call over Koga. But it wasn't him. It was Mother Kaede.

And Naraku shows up, so you know there's going to be issues. Drama. Angsty drama. Weeeeeee...