InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Care to Make a Bet ❯ Unwelcome Positions ( Chapter 1 )

Care to Make a Bet?

A.N. Ok, so I have this erotica book that turns all the fairytales into eroticas. And when I read the one entitled “Cat and Mouse”, the characters reminded me so much of Sesshoumaru and Kagome that I decided to turn it into a fanfiction. So, that is what this story is based on. I haven't decided yet if it's going to be a one shot (and if it is it will be a rather LONG one…it's already 32 handwritten pages and to put that in perspective most of my chapters/one shots tend to be around 10 handwritten pages) or if I want to turn it into a longer work. Suggestions are welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or anything affiliated with it. Nor do I own the idea for this story which came from a short story in Nancy Madore's Enchanted entitled “Cat and Mouse.”

Chapter 1: Unwelcome positions

“You know Kagome,” Sango said as she slipped into her uniform. “If you don't change your attitude, you'll never get out of here. Remember, you have a debt to pay.”

“I know, I know.” Kagome sighed as she too slipped into her “uniform” and prepared for another night of shame. “It's just not fair! I still can't believe my parents allowed this to happen.”

“I know, but there's nothing you can do about it, unless you find someone to pay off your debt to Hojo.”

“I know, but who's gonna pay 500 thousand dollars for a strip club dancer?”

“You might be surprised,” Sango said, turning to the mirror to apply her make-up. “But, unless you start acting like you enjoy doing this and actually put some effort into your dancing, no one is going to give you a second glace. At this rate, you're never going to get out of here.”

“I know,” she said softly, sighing as she smoothed the red see through teddy that would serve as her uniform for the night. The built in satin bra and a solid band of red ribbon that lined the bottom would be the only thing separating her from prying eyes. “I just can't stand all those blubbering idiots that haunt this place. They are like STDs waiting to happen.”

“HA! Well, you may be right about that, but remember you don't have to sleep with them.”

“Can't argue with that logic. Well, time to face the firing squad. I'll see you later tonight.”

“You bet! And who knows, maybe we'll get lucky and no one will show up.”

“Ah, that would be the day.” Kagome flashed one last smile to her friend before she turned and left the dressing room. As she made her way past the rows of rooms that lined this section of the club to the front where she worked, she knew that her situation could definitely be worse.

Hojo's “club” had several aspects to it. The public only saw the strip club, but it was what went on behind closed doors that really disgusted her. The strip club was merely acted as a front for his brothel, and she'd heard he even dealt in human trafficking. But surprisingly, Hojo had exempt Kagome from the club's inner workings out of some strange fascination he had with her. He had informed her upon her arrival that, unlike the other women who worked at the club, she would be able to choose her own “lovers” and that should she so choose, she could pay off her debt by dancing alone if she wanted. Kagome had later learned that Hojo had given Sango this same treatment. But as far as she could tell, they were the only ones given this luxury.

Kagome knew that Sango thought Hojo did this to keep them there, under his control, longer. For what self respecting woman, especially ones such as themselves who had been forced into this line of work, would willingly whore herself out to the whack-jobs that frequented the club. The bad thing was, his plan seemed to be working. Kagome had yet to make a dent in her debt. The money she was getting for dancing simply wasn't cutting it. She longed for freedom, but she didn't want to become someone's whore to do it.

“Kagome,” a fellow dancer said, effectively pulling the young miko from her thoughts. “You're in private room number four tonight.”

Kagome groaned, turning slowly to walk to her pending doom. Private rooms were the worst since there were no lurking bouncers to ensure the man (or men) would behave. It also made it exceedingly difficult to distance herself from her work.

“And Kagome, be nice. He asked for you specifically.”

Kagome turned back to look at her, shock evident in her eyes. Due to her unwillingness to comply with any and every request given to her, most regulars to the club ignored her, more interested in a quick lay than wasting time trying to get her to cooperate. This was one of the main reasons Kagome's debt remained virtually untouched. The only people who paid to see her were newcomers, or those who were too stupid to see the club's true purpose. “Who would do that?”

“Don't ask me, but Hojo seems to think he could be a big client, so play nice.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Kagome scoffed, turning to head to the room that would be her prison for the night. The room was lavishly decorated; plush carpet on the ground, a high bed covered in silken sheets against the far wall, and on one side, several chairs surrounding a gleaming set of poles. Kagome shivered at the thought of the toys that lay in a dresser in the corner and the sight of the removeable shackles that lay on top of it. The door opened, announcing the arrival of her doom.

Well, guess I better get this over with. She sighed, plastering a smile on her face just as he appeared. As he shut the door, his aura trickled over her and Kagome shuddered. Youkai. He hid it well. Only one with spiritual training would be able to detect it, but there was no mistaking his energy. She glanced over his form, noting that he was doing the same to her. His silvery blue hair stood out starkly against the dark red of the room. His suit appeared custom made, but it was the markings on his face—especially the crescent moon on his forehead—that drew her attention. Dog. She shuddered as she thought back to what her grandmother had told her regarding the temperament of members of the inu heritage, especially those of the House of the Moon: powerful and possessive, avoid at all costs. Her reiki swelled before she could stop it and she gasped when he smirked, his youki swelling in response.

“Mmmm…” he said as he slowly circled her, his smooth voice sending chills down her spine. “You smell divine. I cannot wait to taste you.”

She turned with him, determined not to let him get behind her. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but you'll never get that chance.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, you can look all you want, but no touching. Or didn't they tell you the rules?”

“Very well,” he began walking towards her, causing Kagome to stiffen in apprehension. He allowed his youki to surround her. It was almost suffocating in its intensity once he finally stopped a hair's breadth from her. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized that there would be no stopping him should he decide not to play by the rules. He smiled and slowly lifted the teddy from her, being careful not to touch her skin, before stepping back to admire her. He chuckled when she attempted to grab the teddy from his grasp. “You did say I could look all I liked.”

“In case you were uniformed, I am a dancer. My clients aren't allowed to touch me unless I allow it.” She narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms in front of her.

“You also happen to owe the pathetic owner of this dump 500 grand.” Her eyes widened and he inwardly smirked at having gotten her full attention. “I can help you,” he said, resuming his circle.

“In your dreams,”

“Oh, but you have been in my dreams. I have been watching you for quite some time Kagome. I have decided I want you. And I always get what I want.”

“You're disgusting,” she sneered, slowly backing towards the door.

“I could take you away from here. You would never have to debase yourself in front of strangers.”

“No, just you,”

“If that is what you want.”

“I would never whore myself to the likes of you. I don't even like you!”

“Care to make a bet on that?”

“Wh-what?”

“I said, would you care to make a bet on that.”

“I'll stick to dancing, thanks.”

“If you win, I will pay your debt off for free.” He smirked as she hesitated. Now I've got you. “But, of course, there has to be something good in it for me, should I win.”

“You do realize I haven't agreed to this.”

But he continued as if he hadn't heard her. “It must be something of the same value; otherwise it would be unfair to me. Hmmm, let's see. Ah, I have just the thing. If you win, I shall pay your debt to Hojo. But if I win, you are mine for one weekend.”

“Get real!” She scoffed, trying to hide her blush at his implied comment.

“Come on, what have you got to lose? If you hate me as much as you say, this should be an easy win for you.”

“I was only thinking of you.” Kagome said, smirking as she caught onto his game. “I would hate for you to have to part with your precious money, along with being denied what you want.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah, that is right.”

“How nice of you to be concerned for me, but I assure you there was no need. We both know, in the end, I would have gotten what I desired.”

“What, you expect me to throw myself at you like a whore?”

“No, but that is also acceptable.”

“Well I guess you're just going to have to make do with your harem because you will never have me. You could never even make me desire you.”

“Again I say, can you prove it?”

“Of course I can!”

“Well then,” he said, moving so that he was standing mere inches from her. “I guess all that is left is to decide how we will test it.”

Kagome gasped as she realized the extent of what she'd agreed to. “Oh no,” she murmured, raising her hand to her mouth in shock.

Unfortunately for her, this merely drew his attention to her lips. “I think a kiss should be a sufficient measure of your desire.”

Kagome couldn't contain her sigh of relief. All she had to do was withstand one kiss and then she would be home free. She almost smiled at how easy this would be. She would revel in making him think she enjoyed his attempt to seduce her before throwing his loss in his face and turning him away….after he gave her the money of course. It was almost too easy.

He smirked at her confident gaze. So she thought she had won? Well, that would definitely work to his favor. He wanted, no needed, to catch her off guard. But he had to be careful. This was one woman he was not willing to give up. He had put too much effort into his plan. He tilted her head slightly and she could feel his warm breath caressing her skin as he leaned towards her. She closed her eyes, eager to get this over with, but apparently he had other ideas.

“Where do you want it?” He said softly, his lips ghosting across her as he spoke.

She pulled back and he smiled at the confusion that now filled her expression. “What?”

“The kiss, where do you want it?”

Kagome was speechless. The insinuation behind his statement was not lost on her, and she briefly allowed her mind to wander with the possibilities. But after a moment, she righted herself, remembering why she had to do this in the first place. She looked up at him, her eyes blazing with disgust and calmly said, “I suppose my foot would be the least revolting place.”

“Very well,” he replied, smirking as he knelt before her. He lifted her leg from the knee, his claws tickling her skin as he trailed a hand down to her foot. Kagome shut her eyes, unable to watch him. She felt his hair slide across her skin and she inwardly indulged in the silkiness of it. And then she felt his soft lips upon her as he graced her with a lingering kiss.

As soon as he pulled back, Kagome yanked her foot from his grasp, ready to be free of his presence. But the force she used backfired, and she felt herself falling towards the back of a nearby chair. She panicked and braced herself for the pain, surprised when it never came. The sight that met her when she opened her eyes however, was not much better. She was now cradled in his lap; she hadn't even felt him more. Feeling disgusted by his hands cradling her naked form, she moved to get up, gasping when he merely tightened his hold.

“Not so fast,” he chuckled, repositioning her so he could look at her face. “We have not yet checked the effect of the kiss.”

“That will not be necessary; I assure you, all I felt was disgust.”

“I am not too sure.”

“Can't you smell the disgust radiating from me?” She challenged, knowing that with all the scents in the club, he would be having difficulties singling hers out, which was a decidedly good thing since she'd been unable to stop her body's natural reaction to his presence…and kiss. Stupid hormones.

“Scent is not the only way to detect the results.” His hand began slowly descending her body and she gasped as she realized what his intentions were.

“NO!” She began frantically struggling against him, trying desperately to get away from him.

“You can admit your desire verbally if you like.”

“There is nothing to admit!”

“Well then, you have nothing to worry about.” His hand slipped in between her legs and he groaned as his finger slid easily into her wetness. He brought his finger up to his mouth, slowly licking it clean. “I win,”

A.N. Ok, so there is chapter one. I have the next two chapters already handwritten so the next installments should come pretty soon. I still haven't decided if this should be a three shot…or something longer. So, please be sure to tell me what you think.