Sex Slave for Hire by Angelic Memories

Sex Slave for Hire

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This is a response to Kirai’s Title Challenge. The idea is that Kirai gives you a title and you write a story that is inspired by that title. So obviously my title is:

Sex Slave for Hire

The streets were more crowded in this area than the rest of Japan. The flickering signs were incentives for those who passed by to come in and enjoy the ‘show’, so to speak. Sesshomaru wasn’t much for whores, though he did take the occasional bitch to bed. He never slept with them more than once, and he was, under no circumstance, desperate enough to rut with something as dirty as an actual prostitute. Nevertheless, he found himself in the one district that dealt in all that he hated. Why? Because a business partner had forgotten to give him papers he needed for a deal the next day, and so Sesshomaru was forced to hunt him down. It was his every intention to get away from the district as soon as possible, especially now that he had what he wanted.

Easier said than done. Various women walked up to him, begging him to take her.  They would try to touch him, rub against him, or dare to lay a hand upon him. Sesshomaru showed his disinterest and dodged around them.

“Hey buddy!” some man coming out of a dark alley shouted.

Sesshomaru only paused because he took a second to debate on if he should dismember the human that dared to call him buddy. Finding it not in his interest, he continued on his way.

“Wait, how about some pretty girl show you a good time.”

Why did he answer this one time? Someone in the world would say fate, he was sure of that. The uncertainty was if he believed in fate. The idea of someone controlling his path in life didn’t appeal to him.

“I’m not interested in some used woman,” he growled out, and once again tried to carry on. He was stopped yet again. For a human, the male moved quickly and blocked his way.  

“Well then it is your lucky day,” the man replied, “I have a fresh girl, never been touched and needs to be broken.”

Sesshomaru stilled and actually faced the man that spoke to him so comfortably. Though he had noticed small features, black hair, brown eyes, pale skin, baggy shirt and jeans, Sesshomaru only just realized the man was scarred along his cheek. It looked to be a deep scratch, perhaps from one of the women he dealt with nightly.

“Come on; just check her out before you say no.”

One foot, then the other, for some reason Sesshomaru moved to follow the man. The stranger walked down the alley and to a door dimly lit by a flickering light. From the other side the door opened just as they reached it. A girl, probably doped on various drugs, stumbled out.

“Ali, you are supposed to be making me money,” the man growled out angrily. Sesshomaru noticed the way the man’s fist shook as he spoke, and if the inu wasn’t there, the man would have surely hit the woman.

The girl grinned stupidly nonetheless, and continued on her way. This cleared the way for the man to lead Sesshomaru into the main room. It was dark; humans wouldn’t have seen the dirt covering the floor and walls. Clothing littered the floor, as well as broken furniture. Five other doors branched off from this main room of filth into other rooms. Again he asked himself why he had come, but nevertheless he followed to the door furthest to the left.

“Here she is,” he said, dramatically opening the door with a bow.

Curiously Sesshomaru peered inside. A black haired beauty gave a startled jump when the door creaked. She was wearing hardly anything; her arms wrapped around her chest in a protective hold. It was obvious from her shivers that she was scared. Apparently this one was not drugged.

“Hey, you said you needed money, and sitting there isn’t going to get you anything. Get over here.”

Slowly the woman stood, she blushed deeply, her arms still covering her chest, mostly her cleavage. Sesshomaru tried to take in a few details as possible. He would treat her as all the rest. Wait, that made it sound like he had already decided to have her. But he hadn’t decided. Or maybe he had and that was why he came in the first place. It had been a long time since his last good rut. Perhaps he would take her, use her for the night, and then he would return her. Except, he refused to stay in such a shabby place. Even from the door he could smell the reek of the bed sheets. Humans were gross, vile creatures. Everything they did left behind foul odour. Yet the woman had a pleasant enough smell.

“I will not stay in such a filthy room. She will come with me to my residence.”

“I don’t think so,” the male replied hastily, “she’s new and not broken, until she earns trust she can’t go anywhere besides here; there’s too much of a flight risk.  We spent money training her and taking her in, it’s only fair.”

Sesshomaru could see the woman shiver again. No female, even human deserved to be treated so poorly. If she was here, there had to be a reason. Perhaps he would buy her, if only to show her that she needed to treat herself better. He pulled out his wallet and tossed a handful of paper at the male.

“I’m taking her with me, this should pay her debt.”

Sesshomaru then took the woman’s hand and dragged her out of the grungy unit. He took enough time to shrug off his jacket and place it over the indecent woman, before hauling her onto the street and heading back to the location of his waiting car.

In silence, the woman followed him. When they reached the car, he opened the door for her and let her slide in first. Never in his life could he remember sliding over for anyone, it wouldn’t change now. Not long at all and they were whizzing through the streets of the downtown area, towards the higher class district.

“Why did you do that?” she asked at last.

“Do you need money that desperately?”

“What if I do? What’s it to you?”

Sesshomaru said nothing and so the woman was left to face out the window. For the rest of the journey, she said nothing, asked nothing, and Sesshomaru felt no need to break that silence.

“We’re here,” the driver declared, more for the sake of the woman, Sesshomaru assumed.

The pattern of silence followed the two as they exited the car, climbed the stairs, entered his mansion, and walked down the hall to his second bed chambers. His upper floor was where is master chambers were located. That area was his and his alone and no woman ever had the privilege of entering.

Holding open the door to the room, he let the woman enter first. She kept her head bowed, looking at the floor as she walked. From behind, Sesshomaru watched as the woman looked up and studied the details of the room. There was nothing special about the room; no furniture aside from a chair, the bed and a small table. Panes of glass on the opposite wall overlooked the grounds and let in light during the day.

After a few minutes, the woman spun on the spot and stared at him. It was obvious that she was nervous; her hands shook as she reached to remove the coat covering her, yet there was determination.

“I really appreciate what you did, so I will make it worth your money tonight.”

Clearly she was nothing like most of the women he slept with. Not only were none of them human, but they all were more willing than she was. Even as she let the coat slide to the floor, exposing her poorly dressed body. This time around he took in the fine points of her attire that he had ignored before.

A tight corset bound her breast up and created the illusion of a large chest. Though he could tell it wasn’t needed; she was well endowed without the help. Her waist dipped and curved outward around her hips. The short leather skirt showed off her long slender legs, which were clad with tall boots tied up past her knee; its high heel gave her another two inches of height.

“Can I know your name?” she asked.

Sesshomaru smirked; he wouldn’t tell her. He ignored his usual instinct to pounce and dominate. Slowly, he crossed the room and very purposely sat in the chair. If she was indeed trained, then she could entertain him. The money he used to buy her was nothing more than spare change to him. However, he would make it so she paid him back every cent by the time the sun rose.

“Dance for me,” he ordered; his tone lazy and smug.

“Um... dance?”

“Can you not dance?”

“Well I can, but...there’s no music”

For some reason he couldn’t understand, the way the woman twitched pleased him. He found it amusing, so he continued to put her on the spot.

“So then dance with the music in your head.”

There was a long break when she didn’t move or say anything. Just as he was growing annoyed, the woman made her first sway of her hips. Hands moved sensually up her sides and over her head as she made a dip down, bending her knees. Each movement was well practiced, and he assumed she had studied dance at some point. Some of her moves were less than perfect and she had probably quit.

Many of her movements were hesitant. She was preoccupied by her thoughts and her shyness wouldn’t get her far in her occupation, if she indeed wished to continue what she was doing. Apparently the dancing gave her confidence; she came out of her shell slowly and made a bold step forward. Straddling his lap she moved her body in a wave against his. He held back his growl because he wasn’t use to having a female taking a dominate stance. Again and again he told himself that she wasn’t fit for him, she was lower in status than his maid, a slave to be hired by man after man.

Circling of hips enticed him though, and he was left to concentrate on nothing more than the way she moved to the music in her head. Unpractised in the arts of sex as she was, the woman had a surprising natural seduction in the way she moved. As the atmosphere became more comfortable, she relaxed. Sesshomaru could see that she seemed to enjoy dancing, and it appeared that she was completely forgetting about why she was there.

Impatiently, the inu reached out and tugged at a string holding her chest binding tightly closed. That particular move brought up all her barriers and she immediately bounced away from the inu, slipping from his lap and jumping to place more than her height in feet between them.

“What kind of reaction is that?” he snapped angrily. “Have you forgotten? I bought you.”

“Sorry, but you surprised me,” she whispered.

Rather than linger on the moment, she moved on. Her hands moved to continue with what he had started. Fingers curled around the laces of her corset, and she begun tugging as she released her chest from the bindings. As the corset fell to the ground, her hands fondled her breast, moving them in a way she thought was enticing. The deep red erect nipples hardened with her ministrations. They peeked between fingers that pinched and pulled, before her hands slowly worked a path down her body to unzip her skirt.

In a quick and well rehearsed move, the woman removed her skirt, boots and socks. There wasn’t anything special about her body. Her breasts were more than a handful as he suspected. Long legs led his eyes up to her waist, small, but healthy looking compared to the youkai females that starved themselves for the unhealthy skinny look. Okay, so maybe humans and youkai females weren’t too different. They were both mysterious to their male counterparts, and tended to have the same traits.

Clad only in her panties, she inched closer to him and repositioned herself straddling his lap. It took all his control not to toss her upon the bed.  Trembling hands reached across to his dress shirt buttons and begun the slow process of unbuttoning each one.

The cool touch of her fingers against his bare chest reminded him of how cold the human body was. Against his 107 degree body, she felt like freshly fallen snow; it was another reason why he didn’t like humans.

“Holy fuck you’re burning up,” she exclaimed.

“This is my normal temperature.”

“But you’re so hot... I mean you feel hot,” she corrected.

The little slip and correction of her language meant she was putting up a front for him. Now he had a mission for the night: make the woman reveal her true self.

“This is normal for my kind.”

“Oh right... so you’re a youkai?”

He didn’t like the tone of her voice. Apparently, she had wondered, as if his looks weren’t enough proof for her. Did she honestly believe that a human could be as perfect as he? But now that she knew, what would she do? There were rumours about how many youkai were rough when taking a human partner. Would she group all youkai into one column and leave?

An answer came when her hips ground against him, and she began to fumble with his belt, unlatching it and pulling it from the loops. Apparently, bedding a youkai didn’t bother her, or she needed money that badly. With the belt out of the way she unbuttoned his pants and slipped her hands into his boxers to pull free his rock hard cock. While the woman worked, his golden eyes did not leave her face. He took in the slight fear as she gazed at his entire length, swollen and dripping with pre-cum. The cool touch of her fingertips brushing over his fevered penis sent shivers up his spine. Perhaps the cold body thing could work out to his advantage. Her palm wrapped around his shaft and her uncertain yet firm grip gave a good couple of pulls.

Something else he realized he didn’t have to worry about was relaxing around the woman. She was human and could hardly cause him harm, let alone death, unlike the females he usually took to bed. So there was no problem in resting his head back, exposing his neck, and closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of attention his penis was receiving.

The weight on his lap shifted and then vanished and when he opened his eyes and looked down he saw only the top of the black haired beauties head. When warmth enclosed around the tip of his swollen member, he hissed out of pleasure, but clearly had scared the woman. He could feel her pull away and placed a hand on her head, tangling in her hair, to push her back into her position. After only the short time with the human woman, he was beginning to understand his father’s decision to take them as his lovers. There was no fear when bedding them, about giving them power. This female could pleasure him fully and without the need of putting up his guard.

All thoughts stopped as the tender mouth enclosed and deepened around his aching, heated rod. The pleasing sensation of her mouth clamped around him as it moved up and down, created sweet, unrivalled friction. On occasion, the woman’s teeth brushed against the sensitive skin. The tension building up became unbearable, as more blood rushed lower. The hand holding the base of his cock began moving in tune with the bobbing head. His fingers tightened in the woman’s head just as she began massaging his sac with her other hand.

A small grunt escaped his lips, followed by another a short time later. He gave into the feeling washing over him. When his seed burst forth he released the woman and his mind became clearer. The woman was already up from her knees and walking to the edge of the bed. She bent at the waist, facing away from him and removed the last piece of material covering her form. The round cheeks of her ass looked firm.

As the silk red fell to the ground, the woman sat on the edge of the bed facing him. She spread her legs, showing her rosy pussy that already beginning to glisten. Her body was responding to the sexual activity, despite the fact that he had yet to touch her. A blush had reached the woman’s cheeks, the bright red colour and hesitation of her next movement proved her innocence, and he felt a sense of pride overwhelm him. He would show her the pleasure that could be brought to her body. Two slender fingers of her right hand opened the full lips of her vagina, while a third began to play with her clit. For someone who had brought him a delectable wave of pleasure, she didn’t seem to bring any to her own body. There wasn’t enough pressure being applied, he could tell her touches were only light.

With a predatory glare, he stood and proceeded to the bed. He discarded his clothing, finishing the job the woman had started with only a few tears of his claws. His movements were quick, too quick for the woman to respond, so in no time he was pushing her to lay back and leaning over her. She was never given a chance to move her fingers before he covered them with his own. Adding more pressure, he began leisurely circles and enjoyed the small moan the woman couldn’t hold in.

“Wait… you p..paid me to pleasure you.”

Sesshomaru growled lightly, forgetting that the woman wouldn’t understand the meaning of the way he would have calmed an inu bitch. His golden gaze fell upon the woman who gasped and bit her lip to stop the sound. Her legs clamped around his hand.

“I paid you to entertain me and I find this entertaining.”

 “Please stop,” she said in a huff.

He didn’t oblige the woman. In place of the woman’s request, he nipped at the woman’s neck and pushed the woman’s hand away so he could pinch her clit between his claws; careful not to break her skin, but using enough strength to create a pleasurable pain. His act sent the woman over the edge; her voice rose to a scream that echoed off the walls. The heavy scent of her freshly spilt juices hung in the air, and the faint vanilla infused with cinnamon was pleasing to his nose.

One finger dipped passed the collected pool of nectar and into the warmth of her cavern. She was tight; her walls stiffened as he inserted another finger and gave a swift pump. Another moan seeped from her throat and as he continued to thrust his fingers into her, the sounds came more often.

“Ah… ah… no... I’m going to … ahh!”

He leaned in and bit one erect nipple as she screamed. A tremble could be felt as it raked through her body. Before she could calm down, he crawled downwards and parted her legs further. He lapped at the thick liquid trailing from her opening and down her inner thighs. She was sweeter than most females, tasting like a flowery honey. In order to get more of the addictive taste, he dipped his tongue into her cavern. He alternated between using his tongue and fingers to fetch more begs. Already he could feel the tension of his member beginning again. The more the woman cried out, the more his member responded.

As the woman begun to beg please, he realized that it was time to complete his act. The ache of his cock was becoming unbearable again. He rose along her body, stopping to suck on each of her tits before coming face to face with her.

There was a glimmer of fear in the woman’s eyes. She knew what was next, but he wouldn’t let her run away. He guided her legs to wrap around his waist. Between her legs, he took hold of his throbbing rod and rubbed the head against her juices. Slowly, he let the tip stretch her entrance. Stillness overcame them and he waited. When the woman calmed and relaxed, he pushed forward and broke through her barrier. The woman gasped and tightened around him immediately and the snug hug made him unable to move. Again he waited for her to relax.

Just as the need to move overwhelmed him, he could pick up on the sudden ease that washed over the woman. He pulled out and then dived into her again. Slowly he increased the speed of his thrusts, choosing to keep them shallow until the woman was used to his size. The sighs and groans grew more frequent, and then louder. He could feel the pressure of her walls clinging to him, and the friction was causing him to slip closer and closer to losing control. Tremors vibrated through him and a few growls. The woman flipped her face away, perhaps embarrassed. But he shifted to free a hand to pull at her chin to have her stare at him again.

While he looked into her blue eyes he realized something. He didn’t know her name. But then she didn’t know his. That would have to change.

“What’s your name?”

“Kagome,” she whispered, probably barely able to form coherent thoughts.

He leaned down to bite the lobe of her ear, before giving a deeper thrust and whispering his name.

“Please, so close,” she begged.

“Scream for me,” he suggested.

“Sesshomaru!”

He responded with a couple deeper penetrations, which was all Kagome needed. Sesshomaru was unable to hold back as another orgasm ran through the woman, and she grasped his penis tightly. The woman was visibly tired. He was reminded of her humanity. But despite her lacking energy, she had pleased him greatly in her short time. Of course, if he continued to train her body she might learn to last longer and longer.

From his calculations, a couple hours had passed and it was close to sunrise. He would have to go to work soon. It was a good thing that he didn’t require as much sleep as a human. The woman looked at him curiously; he assumed waiting to see what he would ask of her next. He realized that of all the places to have explored, he had yet to kiss her lips. He leaned in as she stared at him, but was shocked when his kiss was placed upon the back of her hand. Lifting his head, he looked at her curiously.

“I promised myself that as long as I sold my body, I wouldn’t kiss the people I was involved with. At least anyone who I kiss won’t have to worry about how many men have kissed me.”

“So if you don’t enjoy this job, why do you do it?”

“I told you I need the money.”

“So get an actual job, one that is decent and doesn’t require such shameful actions.”

“Look, I don’t expect you to understand,” she explained after a moment.

“Then take the time to make me understand.”

Kagome moved from under him and sat at the edge of the bed. He could tell she was contemplating what to do. Perhaps she had made a wall, and was debating on if she wanted to climb over it. Or she was as untrusting as he was.

Slowly she bit a lip and tugged it into her mouth. Once she released the bit of flesh, she spoke.

“My mom is really sick. She’s in the Tai hospital and needs a life saving surgery. I was a student, taking music and dance, and my mother used her savings to get me into the program. As soon as I found out she was sick, I decided I had to make it up to her. So I quit school and decided to make the money she had given me back, so I could use it towards her surgery. Basically, I need to make money as fast as possible so I can make sure she gets the surgery in time. This job is the highest paying job I can obtain.”

The readings he had gotten off her finally made sense. Her hesitation and inexperience. The way she was reluctant and scared. The woman hadn’t really wanted her life to be this way, it just so happened that it had to be, or so she thought.

“You’re welcome to stay to recover,” he said at last.

With nothing else to say, he got out of bed and headed to the door.

“Where are you going?” she asked before he left the room.

“I must prepare for work.”

In all technicalities, he didn’t have to be present for work right away. Yet, he found the woman’s story more touching than he liked, and decided to do some research. After showering, he passed the room the woman stayed in and heard the deep sleep breathing that signalled it was safe to enter. He had taken a look at her identification in her purse to find out her last name, and then left his mansion.

According to his computer screen, Kagome’s mother was indeed a patient of his hospital. Was it fate once again? Possibly. However, he was more willing to believe it was a strange coincidence. He arrived home early that afternoon and found that his servants had made Kagome feel at home in his dining room. Currently, she was listening to the chef explain his latest dessert masterpiece that she munched on contently.

“Mr. Taisho, sorry, I was just about to go… but I was told I should eat something first.”

“That’s fine. I have something for you first,” he declared.

“Oh? What is it?” she moved to stand.

Sesshomaru gestured for her to remain sitting and brought forth a piece of paper. He walked over to her and gave the parchment to her. The soft sapphire eyes ran over the lines, and sometimes her eyebrows would furrow. But when she reached the end, the woman did exactly as he thought she would. She cried. Kagome was undeniably emotional.

“How? I mean… thank you. But why? No, I mean I will repay you.”

“I own the hospital where your mother receives care. I merely had her case moved up in priority and paid for her surgery with a hefty donation,” he said.

“Thank you,” the woman cried and jumped from her chair to hug him, “thank you so much.”

“Hn,” he paused and then pulled from her arms, “I will have the servants move your possessions from your place of residency into one of the rooms tomorrow. For now, one of the maids will take you to your new room.”

“What… but…”

Sesshomaru smirked. He wouldn’t let a woman that had brought so much pleasure to him in a few short hours, go. She was a lucky find and had to be collected. With some more experience, she would be the perfect bed partner. He bent a little to close the gap in height, and stole away what she had protected earlier.

“From now on you are mine, and mine alone my little sex slave.”

Sesshomaru turned on his heels and left the room to leave the woman alone with her thoughts.

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Ja ne
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