Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Erotic ❯ Donatella Never Has To Worry About Bills ( Chapter 3 )

I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters. If I did then YYH would have smut, smut and more smut.

This fic is rated NC-17 for sexual situations, nudity, sadomasochism and the heavy involvement of the porn industry.

AU possibly some OOCness. Kurama is a sophomore in college. Karasu comes back but as a very popular porn photographer, but has no memory of what happened. Find out what happens when they meet again. KarasuXKurama

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Chapter 3: Donatella Never Has To Worry About Bills

"Oh God how did this happen?" Kurama thought aloud.

The monthly bills had slapped him in the face and didn't look good. The apartment building was under new management and added a few new commodities, making the rent more expensive. Gas prices were soaring, which contributed to the increase of the cost of food. The outdoors was hot; making the price for air conditioning more expensive, and to make things worse, Kurama's cooling apparatus broke down and needed more Freon.

The bills piled up right before the youko's eyes. It was insane how he was not able to pay for the simplest of things like his phone bill, which was always reasonably very low. At the most he had to give up a lot of the food he usually bought in order to meet the demands. And worst of the whole situation was that his job had cut pay due to some problems.

"I don't want to bother mom. But if I do then I can get out of this mess and hopefully get a new job with better pay. Ugh but it feels as if Karasu did something to make this happen…like he hired some detective or something."

Feeling thirsty, Kurama got up and headed for the refrigerator and drank some cold lemonade. As he closed the door, he noticed that there was Karasu's card pinned to the freezer's door.

"No I can't do that… I'm not that desperate."

Ring! Ring!

"Moshi, moshi? Oh mom how are you?"

"Hello sweetheart. I just called to say hello. Oh Shuuichi the heat his getting terrible, are your bills doing okay?"

"Yup everything's running smoothly."

"Are you sure? Because you can always ask me for some help. I'm your mother Shuuichi, I don't mind helping you at all."

"No everything's good. Really, I can handle it mom."

"Well alright. Just please don't ever hesitate to ask for help, okay? Sometimes Shuuichi it doesn't hurt to try."

"Okay I'll ponder on it."

"Please do. I love you sweetie."

"I love you too mom… bye."

"Bye."

Click.

Suddenly that offer didn't sound so bad…

------- Erotic Offices

"Moshi, moshi?"

"Ah yes, may I please speak to Raven Cortez please?"

"I'm sorry but he's busy right now. Are you calling in for a job offer?"

"Yes."

"Well I can schedule you for a meeting with Mr. Cortez next month."

"Next month!?"

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience but Mr. Cortez is a very busy man."

"But I met him before. He said I could get to him easily."

"Your name please?"

"Shuuichi Minamino."

"Please hold."

The fifty-year-old secretary, Ryoko Suzuki quickly stepped out of her desk and knocked on her boss' door. She was a very petite lady with a very formal bun on her head. It was obvious that she didn't care much about her age, on account that her brown hair was mixed with many silver and gray hairs showing on her roots. Not many young people of today knew who she was, but old veterans from the 70s and late sixties recognized her as one of the sexiest models of her time.

"Come in please."

"Mr. Cortez there is someone on the phone that wants to talk to you. He says you've talked to him before, but I'm not too sure if he's a face or not."

"What I this person's name?"

"Shuuichi Minamino."

"Ah, yes, yes, I know who he is. Please tell him to come today as soon as he can. And let him in my office when he comes by."

"Yes sir."

"Thank you Mrs. Suzuki."

"You're welcome sir."

She made a quick bow and exited the room in haste. `Raven sounded a bit excited about this one,' she thought. `I hope he's worth getting excited for.'

"Hello? Are you still here?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Mr. Cortez says he wants you to come over today as soon as you can."

"Today? That's great. Thank you very much. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

-----Two hours later

It took Kurama two hours to find the building. Not only was it in the middle of Tokyo's business district, but also the traffic was horrible. Apparently some car from the opposite lane crashed into another one and obviously the whole world wanted to see "what happened" as they slowly drove by, disappointed to see that it was really a fender-bender.

After asking for directions from the security guards, Kurama found his way to Karasu's office. There, his secretary greeted him.

"Hello. You must be Shuuichi Minamino. Mr. Cortez is waiting."

"Oh thank you ma'am." Kurama took a closer look at her. "I'm sorry, but you look familiar. Have I seen you before?"

"You probably haven't, dear. I'm just a regular secretary."

"Okay, because you look like this model from this magazine my mom saved from a while ago."

"No you got the wrong person."

"Oh okay then. Umm do I go into his office now?"

"Yes, he's been eagerly waiting for you."

"Oh okay. Thank you ma'am."

"You're welcome, dear."

`Oh my that boy is quite the looker,' the ex-model blushed.

----Raven Cortez' office.

"Ah-ha… Si, si…" Karasu flashed Kurama a pleased smile when he entered his room and continued on with his conversation.

Kurama stood still, near the door, waiting for Karasu to finish his call.

"Signora Donatella como- si si… ah okay…" Looking again at Kurama, Karasu pointed to a chair in front of his desk.

Kurama slowly walked to the chair and sat on it, watching Karasu speak in some Latin based language.

`Perhaps it's Spanish. Or maybe Italian. I can't tell, but it does sound nice coming from his mouth- oh God did I just say that?!'

"Ciao. Dear God that woman has to be one of the most atrocious looking people on the planet!" groaned Karasu as he sat on his chair.

"Who was that?"

"Donatella Versace. The woman's ugly but the clothes are great. I guess one mishap gets compensated with something."

"Wait you spoke to THE Donatella Versace?!"

"What? Is that an impossible thing? She wanted models and although she knows I run a porn industry here, she specifically asked for certain people to be her models. So we basically said some bullshit and she'll fax me her contract tomorrow."

"Oh…" the fox replied sheepishly.

"Don't give me that look. So you finally decided to join my one big horny family have you?"

"Horny?" Not quite fully understanding what Karasu meant.

"I'm not only a porn photographer. I run the whole thing, kid. The magazine, the models, the photos and the sex flicks."

"You're a porn director too?! What the hell am I here for!?" Kurama growled getting halfway out of his seat.

"Don't you dare get out of your seat. So sit your sexy ass down and listen." As soon as Kurama sat down, Karasu spoke. " Anyway I can tell you want to do the photo shoot instead. I pay 32,700 yen per photo that I publish. If I publish more than 10 photos I automatically pay you 1,090,000 yen. [1] But remember this is once a month, don't spend your money on too many petty things. And yes you might be thinking that I'm paying you too much money. Well one, I'm a billionaire, I can do this sort of thing. Two, I like you very much, and three, the pay for the people in my magazine are paid more than the ones in the movies."

"Uh why is that?"

"The ones in the movies are prone to diseases and what not. They have a very good health plan to cover for the money that they haven't made. Either way they're more than happy than to fuck 24/7."

"So do I have to sign a contract or something?"

"Of course. You may read it if you like, but it's fairly simple," Karasu replied as he smirked.

Something about that smirk didn't seem right. Kurama quickly read over the contract three times before he agreed on its terms. If there was anything he didn't like, was something tricky in contracts that trapped oneself into a very messy situation. "Before I sign this, how long will this last?"

"How long do you want it to last?"

"Until my college ends… that's in two years… okay then one year."

"Okay one year. Are you sure? I could always give you more time."

"No I think by then I'll do fine. Err do I have to get naked all the time?"

"Depending what's my vision, but yes most of the time you'll be naked and I'll see you."

Kurama looked at the pen then at Karasu. "Health plan?"

"You get a good health plan and a dental plan. No one wants to see a porn star with ugly teeth."

"Wait bodily fluids will be on my body!?"

"Well of course. You have no idea how many people get off by seeing that. But unless you'd like, you'll only be by yourself. Many of my models have partners in the photos."

"I'll stick to being alone."

"Any other questions?"

"I don't think so."

"Sign."

"I'm coming…" Kurama read the contract again and signed it.

Karasu quickly took the contract and looked at the signature. "I love your signature. It's very neat and clean. Unlike mine, it's a wreck, but it's so unprofessional that it's practically unforgeable."

"That's not even a real word."

"If I have a definition for it then it does. Now strip."

"What!?"

"I have the authority to make you strip. I want to see your body naked so I can get some ideas. Now off."

Kurama glared at Karasu with all the hate in his mind. He didn't know why he obeyed, his ego would usually not let him, but Shuuichi Minamino stood up and stripped in front of his new boss, who happened to be an enemy of his.

"Oh that's beautiful…" moaned Karasu. "I'm getting hard just watching you. And don't hide your dick with your hands."

There was a deep blush on the fox's face as he removed his hands. There was nothing more embarrassing than letting your worst and obsessive enemy see you naked. It made Kurama feel so vulnerable and so powerless.

The crow gracefully stood up from his chair and walked around his prize. Kurama was truly the most beautiful person he had ever seen. There were no words to describe the redhead beauty's body only: Adonis. Yes Kurama was Karasu's Adonis. Like Aphrodite, Karasu had fallen in love with the young man by just one look at him. `I'd die for him.'

"What are you doing?" piped Kurama as Karasu touched his back.

"I'm getting some ideas," the photographer replied as he firmly grabbed the boy's buttocks.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't you dare-"

"I can touch you where ever I'd like. And it's in the contract. Most people skim through the long paragraphs with the most boring words and sentences. That's the beauty of going to college. You learn so many techniques to lure people into."

"You-"

"Oh quiet you. You'll learn it in college soon enough."

Karasu turned Kurama to face him. "You have a nice size when flat."

"What's that to you?"

"It means a lot to me and the people in the porn industry," he answered as he gently fondled Kurama's sex.

The fox moaned and seemed to lean to the touch. "What are you doing!?"

"I'm trying to see it in its full size. Most magazines have that anyway."

"Wait so I'll have an erection all the time!?"

"If you want I can sedate it for you," he purred. "You're size is very generous when hard too. Probably the biggest natural one I've seen, next to mine."

"You're a bit pretentious," Kurama scoffed.

"Unless you want to see it, I must remind you to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut. You never know what I might do to you. So what do you want me to do with that hard-on? Fellatio? Hand job? Or perhaps you'd like to take care of it yourself?"

Karasu left a trail of delicate kisses all over Kurama's shoulders, while he gave a small squeeze at his weeping erection, eliciting a soft moan from the youko's mouth. The crow smiled and curled a lock of Kurama's hair around his index finger. "I know I seem a bit too overpowering; you must forgive me, but I've never seen a person like you. I think I may be falling for you."

"Falling for me?"

"Or perhaps you're falling for me," replied Karasu, pushing Kurama to the chair in front of his desk.

"What are you doing?!"

"Oh shut up and enjoy yourself."

"What the hell are you-OH!"

Karasu's tongue softly licked the head of Kurama's member. "You taste good to me. I wonder…? If I do this…"

Karasu kneeled in front of Kurama, whose face was now turning a bright red out of embarrassment and pleasure, and sucked more of Kurama.

"OH MY GOD! Stop! Stop!"

"I love that. Keep screaming. The more you scream the more I'll continue," replied Karasu, tasting more of his model.

This caused Kurama to scream more. "STOP IT!" But it aroused the crow to continue, teasing Kurama to the brink of insanity.

Funny though, to Karasu's mind, was that as much as his beloved model screamed and begged for him to stop, his hands pushed his head closer to his erection. Kurama thrashed and arched his back deeper into Karasu's mouth. Karasu only complied what the redhead wanted and deep throated him.

"OH GOD! NO! NO! STOP!"

As much as Kurama complained, he didn't want to let go when Karasu pulled his head up. He didn't want to let go when Karasu's phone rang. The phone rang for a good while until Karasu forced himself away from Kurama's tight grasp and answered the phone.

"Pronto?" [2]

Kurama panted as he stared as Karasu fixed himself while talking to someone in Italian on the phone. He was so close to come but the phone had to ring and stopped Karasu from continuing. So now Kurama was both upset at Karasu for sexually molesting him and because his erection was still screaming for release. Whoever was in the phone, would have nightmares for days from all the bad vibes Kurama was giving.

Karasu still spoke as he opened a drawer from his desk and got a camera out and fixed the lenses. He moved his phone to his shoulder and leaned his head so that it could hold. "Ah-ha si."

Kurama was curious to what Karasu was doing with the camera and looked straight at him.

Karasu looked into the camera and took a picture of Kurama.

"Ciao."

"What did you do!?"

"I took a picture of you. Now if you could open your legs a big wider and touch your balls it would be great."

"What!?"

"Fine, fine, I'll use this picture to show the editors and photographers. Get dressed and fill in this information on this paper. And I will check if that is not your address and phone number. If you ever get a change of address or phone number, call me so I can get it changed. I'll call you on Friday and give you your schedule for the photo shoots. Oh and that was Donatella Versace on the phone. So I have to get my ass to Italy for one of those fashion shows today. Feel free to call me, because I will call you anyway. And for the bill, I'll pay for that if it's only a call to me. So finish up and tell Mrs. Suzuki to lock the door after you, because I have only 4 hours to get to France. Thank God for the Concord. I'll see you around Itooshi. Stay beautiful."

And with a blink of an eye, Karasu gathered all this things, got Kurama a pen and the information paper, kissed his cheek, and left the door.

Kurama blinked in confusion and stared at Karasu's empty chair. `That guy has too much on his agenda. I guess that's why he talks too fast.'

After he put on his clothes, Kurama started on the information sheet and read one of the questions. "What is your current occupation?"

College Student.

"What is your current income?"

1,199,000 yen. [3]

`I bet Karasu and that Versace lady don't have to worry about bills.'

End of chapter 3

So what did yal think? I can't believe I'm ending these chapters in such strange ways. And don't get me started on the chapters. O.o;; they're weird, I must admit, but it's catchy.

[1] 32,700 yen is about 300 dollars. 1,090,000 yen is about 10,000 dollars. Yes Karasu is that rich.

[2] Pronto is how the Italians say when they answer the phone. Like how the Japanese say `moshi, moshi.'

[3] 1199000 yen is about 11,000 dollars. Not much, but that's what college students have to go through.

Now that Kurama accepted Karasu's offer, will Karasu show his true colors? What will his friends and family think? And are they gonna get it on someday?

Find out in Chapter 4!!!

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