InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Dog House ❯ Cat in The Dog House ( Chapter 1 )

AN: As I've said, my new motto is "fuck it" and just write and post, no matter how unfinished I think it is, no matter how crappy. Hey, it's all cause, right? (as in making a cause to get an effect).

 

Disclaimer: Inuyasha and the gang are owned by Rumiko Takahashi. I do not profit from writing about them, except for a feeling of vague accomplishment.

 

Series Summary: A series of one-shot type encounters at a club called The Dog House. Pure smut!

 

Chapter Summary: Kagome's friends convince her to come to a sex club called The Dog House. Later she can't get it out of her mind and goes back…all dressed up and on her own. Will she find what she wants?

 

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Rating: X, all about the X. Don't read it if you don't like it (or it's illegal for you).

 

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On to smuttiness!

 

 

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Kagome's friends had convinced her to come with them to a sex club. The Dog House catered to every fetish imaginable, and Eri wanted to nothing more than to have her birthday bash there. Every possible type of person was there, from college kids to straight laced professionals to outlandishly costumed fetishists. Kagome had stayed had stayed close in the safety of the group. She wandered from room to room with them, watching public displays of flogging, submission, piercings, and even some simple vanilla sex but she did not try to participate in any way. Eri, on the other hand, wanted to sample a little of everything. Some of the more adventurous girls tried a few things too, but Kagome couldn't bring her self to do so, even though she felt her self getting more and more aroused as the evening wore on. At the end of the evening, she had told her friends thanks for the experience, but no thanks, and went to bed thinking that was the first and last time she'd ever be in a place like that.

 

But over the next week, she found herself thinking of the club all the time. In the shower, she imagined being on stage in a glass shower stall being sudsed up by burly muscled men, then being made to bend over and take it in front of everybody. Walking to college, she imagined being kidnapped, taken to the club, tied up and all kinds of deliciously horrible things being done to her. At night, in bed, she imagined she was in one of the back rooms, about to be taken by three men at once.

 

By the time the weekend rolled around, she knew she was going back. This time alone.

 

She dressed in her Halloween costume from last year. A slinky black cat costume, complete with ears, tail and mask. She made it more sex-club-worthy by ripping the bodice lower to reveal more cleavage, replacing the pants with fishnets and a scandalously short tight skirt, and wearing the high heels she never wore because they were so high.

 

Looking at herself in the mirror, for a moment she imagined strong masculine hands roaming her body, grabbing her by the scruff of the neck and forcing her on all fours, being taken roughly from behind…then she shook her head. `What am I doing?' she thought. `This is crazy. I've never done anything like this.'

 

But something, she didn't know what, was calling her. Like a fire in her blood. Her cunt, her whole body ached. She needed somebody to fuck her and fuck her now.

 

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Kagome entered The Dog House alone. It was late enough that most of the tourists were gone and only the serious players were left. Many of the other patrons eyed her appreciatively and Kagome felt like a cat, all long languid feline grace. She put an extra sway in her hips to better swing the tail accentuating her ass. As she walked slowly through the club, her legs felt long and graceful, her breasts full with need. If she didn't find some incredibly virile testosterone dripping male soon she would scream.

 

Any of the other patrons would be more than happy to give her whatever she wanted, including many of the women, but she wanted, needed…something, something very specific. It was frustrating but she knew she would know it when she saw it. Him.

 

She paused by the whipping stocks, appreciating the sound of leather on flesh. A woman was tied spread eagle to a giant metal X, panting, eyes glazing over with desire at each stroke of the flogger against her back. Kagome wasn't sure she was ready for something like that, but the thought made her shiver deliciously.

 

She looked over to a bondage table. There a woman was tied, immobile, struggling against her bonds as a man licked honey off her flesh. She was clearly enjoying every minute of it.

 

`Maybe, some day. Right now I need an incredibly huge cock to fuck me senseless.' She was so wound up with need, she didn't even bother worrying about where the thought came from, only finding satisfaction.

 

She wandered about the club, visually sampling the wide variety of delicious debauchery on display. She was getting more and more aroused. But as her need increased, so did her worry. `How do I actually get involved? Go up to somebody and say, `excuse me, will you fuck me now?'!?!'

 

She stood, unsure, one foot tucked behind her and biting her lower lip nervously.

 

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The club's owner stood behind the one way glass shielding his second floor office from view of the main floor below. It was his habit to watch what was happening down there occasionally despite the club's security. He was proud of The Dog House and took the pleasure and safety of his patrons seriously. Usually he would just look over once in a while, as he caught up on paperwork and the myriad of administrative tasks that had to be handled by him personally. But tonight a new patron caught and held his eye.

 

He knew she was new. He would definitely have remembered a girl like that frequenting his club. She was dressed in an incredibly revealing cat outfit, but didn't seem to realize just how stunning she was. He couldn't have possibly missed her, especially from this height - the attention of the other patrons eddied around her as she moved. He found himself wondering how she tasted, how she smelled, what it would feel like to remove each piece of that outfit, hands sliding along her flesh…

 

When he saw her stop and bite her lip, he thought, `Those damn fools are intimidated by her, and there she stands practically begging for some one to approach her.'

 

Well, he was never one to disappoint a lady.

 

 

 

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Kagome had a brief thought of just turning around and going home. `No, damn it! I came all this way, I know I look good and oh! if I don't get laid tonight…' The thought made her want to cry.

 

She was looking at the ground, trying to figure out what, exactly, to do. A pair of motorcycle boots appeared inches from her own stilettos, all black leather and shining chrome. Biting her lip, she looked up. Her breath caught. He was gorgeous.

 

Rugged jeans and white muscle tank stretched tight across his chest, accenting his well-cut and very masculine body. Kagome blushed fiercely at the sudden thoughts of what that masculine body could soon be doing to hers. Amber eyes filled with heat took in her blush as tantalizing lips lifted in a sensuous smirk. Silver blonde hair fell over one shoulder as he leaned closer.

 

“Hey.” His voice was deep and rumbling. He somehow managed to fill that simple statement with such heat and possibility. Kagome felt a suffusing softness race throughout her body, leaving her weak. The heat of his body inches from hers made her feel vulnerable and exposed with an intensely sexual submission. She needed him to take her.

 

She didn't realize how her eyes widened, staring at him as if captured, her mouth parted gently. His lips quirked up into a genuine smile, albeit an arrogant one, as he slid an arm around her waist and drew her against his body. The smoldering arousal she had felt all night roared into a burning desire that threatened to consume her. Hard muscular heat pushed against her softness and she gave a gasp of surprise as she felt her body instinctively yield to his. Slick heat radiated between her legs, desperately wanting him to be buried to the hilt inside her.

 

And he hadn't even kissed her yet.

 

 

 

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Jeez, okay, sorry! I just wanted to post what I had. I know its rather cliff-hangery. I got so worked up writing it, I had to, uh, take a break for a while…does that happen to anybody else??? More coming, I promise.