InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ One in a Million ❯ tell me ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: This is one of many Inuyasha stories I plan to release in the next two months. I hope everyone enjoys this one. RR I'd appreciate it, I love it when people tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, Rumiko Takahashi.

Inspiration:the song `One In A Million' by the lovely and talented Aaliyah (1979-2001) inspired meAnd `Candy Shop' By: 50 Cent feat. Olivia is the hottest song ever! The lyrics are below, check it out,

Ages: Kagome-18, Inuyasha-21, and Kikyo-20.

Side Note- Kyra is pronounced (K-I-RAH), the I in there is like what it sounds like. This is a long chapter so thank me,

Summery: Kagome Higurashi is a stripper with an attitude, and is noticed by a `new' customer with a fat wallet. He becomes infatuated by her and soon discovers he may love her. InuxKag,

One In A Million

Chapter3: tell me

After the incident last night Sango had suggested that I take a few nights off for protection, in case the same guy had shown up again looking for me. I had agreed and made arrangements with the club owner Naraku, thankfully he had understood fully, but in formed me I couldn't band him from the club.

 

I was uneasy about seeing him again; I hated it when men become obsessed with an ego that you play on stage. It was just some erotic role-play, not really the best way to perceive me as an actually person, cause deep down, I was not some sort of girl that will bend to a man's will. I am a strong woman in a harsh world, that what I was raised to be, after all.

 

I had been bored beyond belief, loafing lazily around the apartment. Spending my time out watching daytime soaps, and popular talk shows. Filtering out loads of shit “Damn, I never knew life outside dancing was so dense.”

 

Waiting for my dear roommate's return was so prolonged, and dragged out I had undoubtedly run out of productive things to do. Wasting away beside the television set, scooping chunks of frozen pink, sherbet into my mouth. “This is pretty sad,”

 

After another twenty-minutes the sherbet was no more but a gaping bucket with sticky residue melted down into the bottom. After another hour I had taken the time to glance at the digital clock within our small kitchen, beside the microwave. It read 9:00p.m. But that wasn't unusual, I had expected her home much later.

 

Soon after I had made myself comfy on the couch, which was directly below the heater, I had drifted to sleep. Not waking up until the next morning, when Sango had already awaken and left once more, leaving a note posted on the refrigerator.

 

Reading: “Hey girl, your guy was there again last night. But strangely my view on him has changed, I've watched him behave, along with his friends…I am positive he is no threat, so how about you take a shower and meet me down at the club, see what he has to say, ya'know.

Love, Sango…

 

I wondered what the hell she was thinking, I mean what the hell could he have done to change her mind. He could just think I am some slut just willing to give him a quick fuck, I'm not like that, nor will I ever be. But, there was something that I am unable to admit to anyone but myself, about that strange guy.

 

He may have been forward but there was that sexy little glint in his eyes. What was it, I pondered. I mean, there was the way he carried himself, too. He definitely was charismatic; totally confident I'd swoon to his lines. Yeah right, you'd have to do better than that buddy.

 

I could believe myself right then, I had allowed myself to play that timeless `Cat Mouse' game. All it led to was infatuation and meaningless sex, god knows I've had enough of that. But this time I felt it might be good meaningless sex, unlike my last encounters. The men I tend to attract like to try and control me in life and in bed, sorry but that was not my style, so this guy better not make the same mistakes.

 

I found my self at the club in the back room with the other dancers awaiting Sango's return after her dance was done, I sat there at my spot at the mirror turned so I'd see her after she ran off stage. Listening to the men crying out in pure lust brought smirk to my supple lips. She definitely could work a crowd,

 

I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should I push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you broke up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

 

Sango trotted backstage with a thin layer of perspiration covering her forehead, smiling wickedly at me, I glimpsed down to the small sack she had clenched him her hands. She did pretty well tonight, I was proud of her. “You did great,” I whispered as the next girl started her performance.

 

“Yep, and here…I got something for you,” I watched as she set down her sack and rummaged threw her purse, then pulling a small CD. “Give this to the DJ, it's a great song for your act. You sweat em' dry, Kag.”

 

I stared at it carefully, I had not idea what song could be on it, “What are you scheming Sango?”

 

She swung her drenched hair over her shoulder, “Just trust me, kay? This is a hot song, It'll work.” I watched as she glided away. I guess I'll give it ago, I walked down the steps through the crowds of screaming men, and up to the DJ booth.

 

Keitaro turned towards me with a sexily chuckle, “Hey, Kyra…Ready to perform next?”

It was routine that we casually flirted with each other, we both knew it led nowhere,

 

“Oh yeah baby, I'm more than ready.” I giggled in a obviously fake attempt to sound innocent; “Here's my song, later Kei.” I made sure to wiggle my ass behind me as I walked, just for a tease.

 

…click…The same beautiful colored lights spinning angelically around the stage, preparing the guys for my turn. I loved the lights because it gave me a chance to stand out. “Please get ready for the `sweetest piece of ass here', the sexy, the exotic, the enchanting…Kyra!” Keitaro howled over the mic,

 

Put the fuckin' mic on

Mic is on
Joe Crack the Don uh
Yeah, Yeah, Y'all

 

I dashed out onto the bright stage, wiggling my hips seductively once again, and again getting the attention I sought after from these pigs, screaming just for me to glance their way.

 

What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) Yeah, Yeah, Y'All
What's love?
It's about us It's about us
It's about trust babe Be about trust
What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) Yeah, Yeah, Uh
What's love?
It should be about us It should be about us
It should be about trust babe Be about trust
What's love?

 

I reached my hand out to the frozen stiff pole and shimmied up it as high as I could reach, arching my neck back as I allowed my body to sleekly slide by down, in a slick fluid motion, with the hard pole between by legs.

 

Listening to their hoots and hollers made me laugh slightly but then putting my mind back to the task at hand. I always had fun out here when I performed, it was amusing to see what these men would do for attention.

 

Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby
Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady
I wanna chick with thick hips
That licks her lips
She can be the office type or like to strip
Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye
But you talk to much man your ruinin' my high
Don't wanna lose the feelin'
Cause the roof is chillin'
It's on fire you lookin'
Good for the gettin'
I'm rida

Other in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider
You should see the jewelery on my women
I'm livin' it up
The squad stay feelin' the truck
With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh
You say you gotta man your in love
But what's love
Gotta do with a little menage
After the party
Just me you
Could just slide for a few
she could come too
That's love!

 

I decide to try something new, which was rarely occurred for me. I only go by what I have spent hours choreographing, but something in me wanted to be rebellious and go out on a limb. And you never know, it could be rewarding, I arched my seductive smile into a devilish smirk and searched around the audience for one particular person.

 

I scanned for a few more seconds and then my eyes had finally fallen upon my target. Golden crescents locking with my lusting chocolate eyes, I giggled girlishly, fingering him over. I watched as he raised his brow in suspicion,

 

“What the fuck is wrong with you Yasha! Go up there she wants you!” His buddy encouraged, nudging him angrily.

 

“Yeah! Now go!” The other yelled, giving him an abrupt shove up and onto the stage. I stared at him with a impish smile crossing my cherry pink lips, he looked confused. That just won't do, I'd make him understand why here was here, “Hey Mr. Golden eyes, remember me?” I winked, shoving him against the bitter coldness of the pole, closing the space between our bodies.

 

“How could I forget?” He whispered against my neck with a husky tone, giving me chills up and down my spine, but not ceasing my mission, though. My hands unwavering, “But didn't you try to slug me?”

 

I chuckled sensually in his ear so he heard “That would be me,”

A/N: Oh, this is pushing the limit, huh? Oh well. Anyway I know it's an evil cliffy, well keep reviewing so I'll update.