Fruits Basket Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Slayers Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Pimperella Da Pimptress ❯ I don't know the title of this one either! ( Chapter 4 )

DiScLaImEr: I don't own them! No I do not! The anime and Mi-mi, or Mila! Only Da Pimptress.

A/N: I'd like to dedicate this one to AngelWings. Your OC is in good hands! I promise! ^_^

Pimperella: Sorry it took so long to write everyone! There just hasn't been time for me. But, here's the new chappie!

Twenty-First Year

Pimperella heard the noises from the room beside her, while she spoke to her client. Her client was a girl who looked shy and quiet. She actually resembled the girl Kurama was with.

Her eyes were a deep misty blue, her hair silver as it framed an oval face with light golden skin. Her blush covered her face to her neck. She was wearing a bikini top beneath a spaghetti strap that outlined her figure. Her legs were long, her hips flared out, her waist was tiny, and her breast were voluptuous.

Her name was Mila, Mi-mi to her friends, She was an active girl who liked swimming, clubs, and singing. She was turning twenty-one, and wanted to have a man that wasn't too expensive, but high quality.

"What does his personality have to be?" Pimperella asked her.

She looked at her lap and said, "Oh, aggressive, but very sensual. I like them to be dominant."

Pimperella looked at the girl. Was she one of those girls that liked to be. . .tied up?

She smiled then, for she knew exactly who wouldn't let her go on top, and tie her down if necessary.

"I have just the one." Pimperella's smile was evil, a fang pointing out of her mouth. "He'll be perfect for you!"
She handed the Mi-mi a picture of the man, and watched her eyes light up with wonder at the man's beauty.

"That picture really doesn't do him justice," She warned. "He's more-"
Mi-mi threw her money at the Pimptress. "I'll treat him well. I promise."

With a smile, she watched as Mi-mi left out through the door.

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Mi-mi sat at the designated table in the club. She played with her hair, twisting it around her finger as she waited nervously for the man she had ordered.

Oh, I hope he arrives on time! She watched the dancers on the floor, and longed to be one of those shaking their bodies, and dropping to the floor.

"Mi-mi?" A deep voice said.

She looked up, and gasped at the vision before her.

The man had long, silver white hair. His eyes were a cool golden color as they stared at her. His face was pale, but his body was muscled. The outline of his body stood out beneath his tuxedo of white, clearly meant to impress, and express the cool male beauty he was.

"I am Seshomaru." He said without ceremony. He glared at her when he said, "We're leaving, now."

"I wanted to dance." She said, her temper suddenly igniting. "That's why I cam to this club. To dance."

"No." Seshomaru watched as her eyes lit with blue fire, a scowl on her face. "You came her to meet me, and you bought me to have fun with tonight. Now, the way I see it, you will come with me so that we may do what I was asked. Got it?"

"No, you arrogant jerk!" Mi-mi was in a rage as she braced her legs, and placed her hands on her hips. Seshomaru made note of the black high heeled sandals that matched with her dress. Pity he was just gonna rip it off. "We are staying her so I can dance! I love clubs, and we are going to dance!"
Seshomaru tilted his eyebrow up at her. "Are you giving me orders?"
"Damn right I am!"

Seshomaru grinned, and picked Mi-mi up, throwing her over his shoulder.

Mi-mi screamed, and punched his back, her legs kicking. "Let me go! Put me down!" She gasped when his hand reached up her dress, and began to caress her bottom.

"You have a soft ass." He noted as he began to walk out of the club with eyes staring at them. "Perhaps I will take a closer look at this."

She thought he was going to go to a hotel, but found herself shoved against an alley wall, his hands had shoved down her strap, his claws pinching her suddenly, rock hard nipples.

"Let me-ah!" She cried out when he leaned down and nipped her neck.

She faced the alley wall as he held her waist pinned to his body, her ass moving into his hips, closer to the salvation his dick offered. His free hand played with her nipples, (A/N: He has two arms, later he can have one.) as he kissed her neck, his tongue darting across.

Her eyes were squeezed shut as she panted, moving beneath his hard frame.

He didn't like the way she was moving. "Stop moving." He ordered. "I demand it."

She looked up at him, a fire rekindled in her eyes. He saw her defiance, and pinched her nipple harder. She cried out in pain, and pleasure.

His hand felt beneath her skirt of her dress, and pulled it up. He felt her wet pussy, juices spilling onto the ground as he thrust a finger into her, his claw partly ripping her entrance. She groaned, he bit hard on her neck, drawing blood.

Seshomaru was enjoying this a little too quickly. He ripped off his pants, and turned her around to face him. He opened her nether lips, and shoved himself into her, her back scraping the wall. "Seshomaru!"

She was tight, hot, and wet. The three things he always liked in a woman. He growled in pleasure, and began to slam into her.

She felt his long, hard length slide in and out with ease as her back was getting scratched up from the brick wall behind her. She watched him lean down, and take a nipple into his mouth, biting hard on it, and lapping up her blood. His tongue felt good over her skin, hot and grated. Like a cats tongue. The pleasure of each cut overruled the pain, and she felt the waves of ecstasy call out to her, she saw the stars ahead, and felt herself explode as Seshomaru slammed into her one last time.

Oh, but he wasn't done yet. He was still slamming into her after she screamed his name. His thrusts were so harsh, her hips felt like they were about to break, and Seshomaru knew he could kill her, but that was if, and only if he decided to transform inside of her.

Finally, when she thought the dry friction couldn't last any longer, he came, his seed bursting through her like molten lava made her come again in an array of bright colors, and sparkles.

She rested against the wall and him as they breathed.

He withdrew from her and said. "That was for being insolent. Don't ever back talk to me again."

She looked at him.

He looked unaffected by their sex! The air around them reeked of it, her body ached from it. But, it was a dull throbbing pleasure ache.

She glared at him, her eyes burning as she said, "Who do you think you are?"

He smiled wickedly and said, "The Lord of the Western Lands."

She rolled her eyes, and let go of him.

She readjusted the straps, pulled down her skirt and was just about to walk out of the alley when she heard, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I have to bring you and you boy friend down town."

She looked up and saw a police man. The blue uniform, and the gun he had pointed at them made her angry again. "What for?"
"Ma'am, are you aware he is one of the prostitutes, for the Pimptress, Pimperella?" He asked her.

She paused. "N-no."

Well, he is, so I need to bring you both down for- hey!" He pointed his gun at Seshomaru as he left, leaping onto the building, and whistling for a two headed dragon.

"Seshomaru-sama!" A little girl called out. "Rin's been a good girl, hasn't she, Jaken?"

The little toad looking guy beside her sighed. "Rin's been a good girl, but where has Seshomaru-sama been?"
The two interrogated him while they escaped, but Mi-mi was still where she was.

She screamed in anger. "Seshomaru! You bastard!"

She tuned to face the cop, and began to cry. "All I wanted was to get laid on my twenty-first birthday!"

The cop looked at her, "Really?"

She looked up and nodded.

"Can I be of service perhaps?"

Mi-Mi's eyes widened. The cop wasn't that bad with his dark hair, and warm eyes. He looked very appealing.

She smiled and nodded.

* * * * *

Pimperella watched from the rotating restaurant on top of the hotel Seshomaru was supposed to take Mi-mi. She could see that the girl was already fucking the police man, and Seshomaru was hightailing it out of there, not because of the law, but because of her.

She sighed and decided to get even, not angry.

"Ella?" Her friend across from her said.

"What, Flame." her friend was another enemy against Inferno_66, which meant an ally. Her husband was next to her as the three spoke about the evil woman.

"Get Seshomaru later. Now, we must discuss her downfall." Flame insisted.

Pimperella cocked a brow at the Ellepon who looked like her. Dar

brown hair, gold eyes, and a pleasing figure.

At the precise moment, her cell went off. With an evil grin, she said, "Put it on my tab, I need to take this."

She strolled out, and realized another client had called her.

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A/N: Okay, next chappie I'm working on! Not much time, but I'll try to put it up tomorrow or the day after!