Fishnets and Fancy Cars by Miss Kagura

Prostitution

The screech of tires tore Kagome from her ponderings and brought her back to reality; she was walking down the sidewalk, watching a silver car racing toward her in reverse. With practiced ease, the car slid into a tiny space hardly large enough to be considered a parking space, and Kagome wondered absentmindedly about whom on earth was actually able to parallel park so easily.

The window rolled down, and a voice quickly ordered her with confidence and rudeness she rarely witnessed.

"Get in," Sesshoumaru growled.

Kagome was absolutely stunned, unable to move, much less do as he asked. "Ah...I don't think so."

"You will get in or you will be forced. I will not ask again," the taiyoukai hissed.

Kagome stepped back from the curb and waved for a man to come over, and a few seconds later, Miroku stuck his head in Sesshoumaru's passenger window.

"Hello there," Miroku politely said. "I understand you're bothering one of my girls. I'm going to have to ask you to move along now."

Sesshoumaru ground his teeth together in frustration and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. One finger hit the window, and when it started to close, Miroku's head was still inside of the car. "I do not have the patience to deal with a pimp right now. I just want that whore in my car." The window stopped just short of choking Miroku, and Sesshoumaru pulled a roll of money out of his suit jacket and stuffed it in Miroku's mouth. "I will return her on Monday morning in fine condition."

Miroku tripped backward when Sesshoumaru put the window back down, and after realizing just how much money he had been paid, nodded to Kagome, and opened the car door for her. "I'll see you in a couple of days."

"Hey! You're selling me out!" Kagome complained.

Miroku shrugged and started counting the money, offering a warning to Sesshoumaru. "If she has one bruise on her body, I will fuck you up."

"I think not," Sesshoumaru answered as he peeled out and sped down the street.

Kagome crossed her legs and stared at the strange man, wondering what crawled up his ass and died. Sesshoumaru was so frustrated and on edge that he gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, and growled a little under his breath. She was just hoping that he wasn't a violent screw, because she was just healing from the last guy's assault.

"Buckle your safety belt," he ordered.

She arched one brow and did as he asked. "Are you concerned for my safety? You really need to relax." Kagome reached into her tiny purse and poured a few pink pills into the palm of her hand. "Instant relaxation."

Normally, Sesshoumaru would never have taken pills from a random stranger, especially a prostitute, but with the day he'd had, he was ready to do whatever it took to unwind. He snatched the pills and downed them with a smirk. Taking drugs made him feel a little bad, almost as bad as picking up a hooker did.

As they pulled into the parking garage of a fancy hotel, Sesshoumaru got out and walked to the side of the car to let her out. When the door was closed, he hoisted her up and pushed her skirt up.

"See that red car?" Sesshoumaru purred.

Kagome wrapped her arms around him and nodded. "That guy has a camera."

"He works for my whore of a wife. Let's give him a good show, Kitten," Sesshoumaru said as he started to undo his pants.

His pants and boxers fell down around his feet, but Sesshoumaru could have cared less about someone seeing them; in fact, that was the point. He wanted Kagura to see pictures of him fucking the hot little woman against the side of their car, the one she wanted out of the divorce.

Kagome slung one of her legs over the mirror of the luxury car, and felt Sesshoumaru reach in between her legs and rip her fishnets apart between her legs. Her other leg was pushed forward, so her knee was nearly next to her face, and in that position, Sesshoumaru said a brief prayer of thanks for the flexibility of whores.

Sesshoumaru reached in between them with his free hand and guided his cock to her tight little entrance, surprised to find it that way. He had never used a prostitute before, but always assumed they'd be...very different.

"Oh!" Kagome gasped when he thrust into her.

"Louder," he grunted as he started to pump into her pussy. He spit on his cock to help his shaft slide in and out easily, although the girl was getting extremely aroused, that much was very obvious.

Kagome could feel his pain and his rage, and while she may have just been a whore, she understood what was going on. Her client was trying to hurt because he had been hurt, and Kagome knew how that felt all too well. The fact that someone did something similar to her was the reason she had a son at home to take care of, and the reason she was doing it alone.

They were connected, even if it was only for a few minutes while they rutted out their frustration. Her body pressed into his, fishnets pulling by his fingers as he tugged and ran his hands along them. Kagome decided to help him put on this act for the man with the camera.

"Harder!" she screamed. "Fuck me like the little whore that I am!"

Sesshoumaru growled and put his hands under the cheeks of her ass. "Yes, you're my little whore, aren't you?"

"Yes! Your whore, your fucking whore!" she cried out.

Something about hearing her say that pushed his arousal through the roof, and Sesshoumaru wanted to change position, if for no other reason than he needed a second to chill or he was going to cum, and that wouldn't do. The show was nowhere near over.

He sat down on the ground, leaning against the car, legs up in a crouching position. "Sit on this big, fat cock," he ordered.

Kagome squatted over him with her back to his chest, and guided his cock into her slick opening with one hand. The private investigator was sitting in his car, across the parking light, and from where she was, she could see the red light from his camcorder. Yes, her client's wife would see what they did. She wished Inuyasha could see what she was doing, fucking a stranger in public, in front of a camera.

It was sloppy, dirty, sticky sex, but Sesshoumaru found himself thrusting upward as Kagome started to bounce on him. She was such a dirty girl, and he loved it. His wife was a boring lay, but Kagome was flexible, hot, and vocal. Sure, he was only paying her to be that way, but there was something genuine about the act she put on for him.

Her slick juices made his cock glisten as it slid in and out of her tight opening. "So tight..." he groaned as his lip twitched in a half-snarl. "Gods, you're damn good whore."

Kagome smirked at him and rolled her hips, and he threw his head back and banged it on the car door. "You like this tight little pussy?" she cried out. "Fuck it!"

She reached behind her and put her hands behind his hand to run her fingers through his silky silver hair. For a john, he was sexy, successful, and a complete animal. She was actually enjoying his wild temperament, and wondered just how wild the man could be.

Kagome's hands scraped on the concrete as she was pushed forward, impacting the concrete so only her ass was left in the air. Sesshoumaru's hand smacked on one cheek, and she cried out, wondering if it was wrong to get so excited. It was just supposed to be a job, right?

Sesshoumaru thrust into her from behind, and he started to hump her at a steady, slow rhythm, hammering her with deliciously steady, powerful thrusts. The sound he made when she started to push back on him could only be described as a dog's growl.

He leaned over her covering her small body with his as his hips continued to jar forward instinctively. "So good," he groaned.

Sesshoumaru's nails scraped on the concrete, and Kagome watched the rock-hard material yield to his claws, leaving tiny trenches behind. This made no sense, and it wasn't something a human would have been capable of doing. She knew well that not everyone was human though. Not even her son was human, but that was her own failing.

"Are you on the pill?" he hissed through clenched teeth.

Kagome nodded. "Nnggh! Nnnhnn!"

Sesshoumaru slammed into her, pounding her tight heat as hard as he could until he felt her cum, screaming for him to cum inside of her, which he was more than pleased to do. "Yes!" he shouted as he came, hips moving until his semen was dripping out of her. His cock slid out, and Sesshoumaru stood and pulled up his pants.

"Go up to the room now," he said, pulling her too her feet. He handed her the hotel keys. "There's enough cash in the nightstand to send you to university. I suggest you find a new profession."