A Quincy's Conquest

Author's Note: This story is being written for 30_Lemons Community on LJ. So each chapter will be based on prompts. The pairing is Tatsuki/Uryuu with a slight mention of Ichigo/Orihime. Lemons meaning there will be smut in every update/post but will be focused on only Tatsuki and Uryuu.


Warnings: angst, oral, language, sexual content, violence, anal, and if something else comes up I'll let you know.


Theme: #1. Anonymity and #20. First Timers



Chapter One



‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’ Tatsuki Arisawa knew she’d just slipped into an unknown territory the moment they pulled into the large parking lot. Not only was there several expensive vehicles loitering about but the building looked to be vacant. Either the windows were fake or painted black or this place wasn’t open for business. It shouldn’t be as far as she was concerned but then why was she here?


She was here because she was desperate in two ways and Ayumi knew how to get her goat. These days Ayumi and Mioku were her closest friends. Her last year of high school she hadn’t seen much of Orihime, due to the girl finally getting together with Kurosaki, did this upset her? Hell yes, it had pissed her off greatly. Tatsuki had tried to ignore and suppress her own feelings for the shinigami for years but after so long they had begun to leak to the surface. After they had returned from rescuing Orihime she’d been so happy to see him safe and smiling. By then it had been too late, Orihime and Ichigo had formed a bond.


She’d finished high school, pulling away from her old group of friends. It hurt less this way and she didn’t feel so left out anymore. It was true, whenever she was around the others she’d felt so unwelcome and ignorant. Almost everything she’d learned about them had been from an outside source. She’d learned Ichigo was a shinigami on accident, spotting him on several occasions. She hadn’t known about Orihime’s special abilities, Sado’s abilities or that Ishida was a Quincy until Urahara had filled them in. These facts were just petty details, these were important parts of her friends’ lives and they had been kept from her. After hearing everything she knew exactly how important she was to them.


She would have had to describe her position as a piece of lint that was desperately clinging to an expensive gown. She missed Orihime on occasion but it was true, Ichigo was the most important thing to the other. Not that Tatsuki could blame her, if she’d been the one to win his heart she would have become devoted to him also.


It had been months since she’d seen any of them. She’d graduated high school and gotten a part-time job, because she couldn’t find one full-time. Her parents had decided to move three months ago and she’d wanted to stay behind. She was staying at Ayumi’s apartment now but wanted a place of her own. Not to mention the rent was really high and her job wasn’t cutting it.


After begging for more hours and having her request laughed at she’d asked Ayumi how she got by. The blonde always had money, so Tatsuki had asked how she did it. The answer had floored Tatsuki and it brought her to where she was this very night. Ayumi didn’t have a day job, the beautiful nineteen year old made her money in the oldest profession known to man. Ayumi sold herself to the highest bidder, the bidders being mostly rich men looking for a good time.


At first Tatsuki had been offended about the entire operation but after thinking about it, it did make sense. After all marriage was nothing but a legal form of prostitution. If a guy and girl were dating, the guy would take her out, give her gifts and in the end she’d end up giving it to him. A lot of men supported women they weren’t even married to, the women lived in a home supplied by their men and accepted money to spend. Wasn’t prostitution the same thing? Men paying women for their favors, the only difference was that in a relationship the business proposition was kept between two people.


And Tatsuki didn’t want to think of herself as having a negative outlook on relationships but wanted to be realistic. A relationship was only a form of prostitution unless there was love involved. Even she had to admit that most relationships these days weren’t based on the simple emotion. So right now she didn’t want a relationship, not really, not when she still longed for someone she couldn’t have. Her heart was taken and she doubted anyone could make her feel anything near what Ichigo had.


Since her family was gone and she needed to survive on her own she had limited options. She could lie and pretend she had a degree from college, which wouldn’t matter if she got the job and didn’t know whether to scratch her watch or wind her ass. Mioku had suggested that she try to land herself a man that wouldn’t mind taking care of her. In other words get in a relationship and prostitute herself for her boyfriend. She couldn’t think of it as anything else because she wouldn’t love him. One thing she wasn’t good at it was pretending to have feelings for someone. Ayumi told her before going that route she could always come with her. Wasn’t it better to sell her favors and let it go down as a simple business transaction than to pretend to want to be with someone while doing the same thing?


Okay, she was desperate, very desperate. She didn’t want to go crawling back to her parents and move away. This week she only had twelve hours of work scheduled, that wouldn’t even pay her car payment, much less rent and let her eat. There was the option of going to Orihime and Ichigo’s place and beg for help. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to do that. She didn’t want to see them together. It hurt enough to know that they shared their nights; she didn’t want to hear it or bear witness to fact. She’d do things her own way.


“Come on, before all the clients are taken for the evening.” Ayumi grabbed the brunette’s hands and pulled her towards the back of the building. It was amazing that she’d convinced Tatsuki to go along with it. Things weren’t that bad in here. It was true, it took a small amount of pride swallowing but she wasn’t above doing this. It was better than dealing with a man on a regular daily basis and she detested regular work. Most of the clients were only looking for a good time and there were rules. The client couldn’t do anything the girl didn’t agree to. She’d already told Tatsuki all of this and they were late.


“But what if I get some big, fat, ugly, hairy, bald, and old man wanting to sweat over me?” Tatsuki cringed at the thought. She couldn’t accept her first time being with someone so vile. She’d rather resort to eating out of the neighbor’s trashcan first.


“What did I tell you? First, we are escorted into the waiting room and from there the clients are able to scope us out. Next, if the client chooses us, then they inform the hostess, the hostess will inform us of their offering price and if we accept we meet them in a room. At any time you can change your mind but of course if you change your mind before they are finished then you don’t get paid. So if you walk into the room and you are afraid of being crushed then simply walk out and inform the hostess that you don’t want to do it. They get twenty percent of the profit so they want us to keep coming back, so allowing us to be forced isn’t an option. Not to mention this is illegal and we could cause some damage.”


Ayumi brought them to green painted door and knocked lightly. “Now, so you know and before I forget to tell you. The hostesses do try to haggle with the clients to get a better price, more money for them. For instance, you had the physical done and it’s in your file that you are a virgin. Whoever gets to you first will be paying out of his ass for it.”


“Gee thanks, that’ll be a nice comfort.” Not really, Tatsuki had once imagined her first time would be with Ichigo but that was a forgotten dream. While they waited for someone to let them in, she took the time and noticed another door further down. This one was yellow, probably for the clients to enter. Her stomach was a jumble of nerves; could she really go through with this? What would her old friends think of her if they were to ever find out? It’d been a year since she’d seen either Ishida or Sado but only four months since she’d visited with Orihime and Ichigo. What did it matter? She wouldn’t tell them and it was none of their business.


The door swung open and a woman wearing a long black dress that had to be in her late fifties, with a hair style that was befitting a granny waved them inside. Tatsuki had to wonder if that tight bun allowed the woman to move her facial muscles. She’d chosen to stop cutting her own hair two years ago and now it passed her shoulders. The only part that was cut regularly was her shaggy bangs that hid her forehead.


“Come inside and go straight to the back.” The pinched woman slammed the door shut and strolled ahead of them, leading them as if they were cattle. The hallway was quiet, but came to a sudden stop at a brown door. “Go in and get dressed, not many showed up tonight and there are several clients waiting.”


“Thanks,” Ayumi stepped inside and went right towards the wardrobe. The door clicking shut signaled the woman’s departure and her cue to get ready. “Come choose something but keep in mind that whatever you wear determines if you are going to get an offer. So don’t go dressing in leather if you aren’t looking for someone that’s going to want S&M.”


S&M? Tatsuki didn’t want to know! No leather for her, she’d settle for something sexy. The room had no curtains or a place to hide behind. Ayumi had seen her naked before she just prayed that there were no peepholes in here. Walking over to the light beige wardrobe she rummaged through the clothing. Was there anything in here her size? She didn’t have a large bust like the blonde but had stayed slim but athletic throughout high school.


“Why don’t you go for the school uniform?” Ayumi reached for the co-playing outfit. The shirt was the classic white, with blue skirt and tie. “Don’t give me that look. Think of it this way, Madam Pissface is going to be promoting that you are fresh, so let’s go with the look too. Let’s make you look sweet and innocent.”


“Innocent I might be but sweet has never been associated with my name.” Tatsuki snatched the offending costume, wishing she didn’t feel so nervous. Living with her roommate she’d seen her share of porn and knew what would be happening tonight. It was just sex, she could handle it. Without the prospect of love in her future what did it matter who got her virginity? It wasn’t something precious she could give to the man she loved she might as well get something for it.


“Great, I think I’ll go for the cocktail dress look tonight. I don’t think I’ll be into anything rough tonight; I got errands to run tomorrow. My grandmother will have a fit if I’m walking funny.” Ayumi grabbed a long red silk garment and the heels to match. The bust was a tad snug but more cleavage to haggle over.


“I can’t believe I’m wearing one of these again. I have to be out of my mind to be doing this,” she clipped on the tie and adjusted the skirt. Eyeing herself in the mirror she debated on what to do with her hair. The dark strands were just lying there and it kind of clashed with the uniform and the entire setup. “Should I leave it down or clip it back?”


“Hmmm, I know,” leaving her own yellow locks alone for the moments she went in search for the proper accessories. For her own she found a gold clip and a blue scrunchy for Tatsuki. “Here, go with the classic ponytail. It’ll give him something to pull on. I’m kidding.”


“Yeah,” Tatsuki accepted it and quickly pulled all of it up, leaving her bangs free. She took out some makeup from her purse and applied a little blush and lip gloss. If she was going for innocent it wouldn’t bode well to look like a painted whore. “What do you think?”


“Perfect, oh I think I’m getting a zit.”



The room was too hot for her liking, she was starting to sweat. What happened to there not being many girls here? Tatsuki counted five others as soon as she came inside and two more had joined them, which brought the total up to nine; that was plenty. Madam Pissface had informed them five minutes ago that the clients were being brought into viewing area now and for them to be on their best behavior. What did the hag think would happen?


Although she did notice how a redhead girl was constantly sending Ayumi death glares, there was competition even here. Wanting to appear at ease and the part she’d taken a seat and crossed her legs. It was this waiting that was unnerving her. Was there really a man on the other side of that glass deciding if he wanted to bid for her time? Would she be losing her virginity to a complete stranger? Her nerves were becoming raw and agitated. What was taking so long?


“What is taking so long?” The redhead snapped and ran a hand through her long curly strands. This one had on a French maid’s outfit and looked downright sulky, pouty lips and all. “They should be done by now, there couldn’t be that much debating in the world.”


“They probably don’t want to pay too much for you but the Madam doesn’t have change for a yen.” Ayumi smiled sweetly at the other girl and cackled seeing the rage enter large green eyes.


Before a fight could break out the double doors opened and the hostess stepped into the room. Tatsuki was appalled as she called the redhead out of the room and told them to remain patient. How much longer would this take? Minutes ticked by but Red didn’t come back but the hostess did to take away another girl. Next the woman came into the room and smiled at her and called her number.


This was it! She got up on unsteady feet and walked out of the room and into the hall. The hostess turned to her and spoke, “Sorry, usually the offers don’t take so long but we had a bit of an auction going on tonight and it was for you. Don’t look so shocked dear, most men love the idea of being a woman’s first. It’s a male thing, but we won’t go there. Now, down to business you have had three offers. I’ll give you the best two. One offered one-hundred thousand, nothing attached but the regular rules. But the other actually offered five-hundred thousand but there is a stipulation. He says you’ll have to agree to his face being covered.”


“Why?” That was a lot of money and it would pay her bills for a while but why did he want his face covered? Tatsuki wasn’t sure which to accept but the more money the better. Was the guy deformed or was he married?!


“Don’t worry dear, he’s not ugly. He’s actually young and very attractive but most likely doesn’t want his face known. A lot of business owners and married men do it to protect their identities we get it all the time. So which will it be?”


“I guess that’s fine, I need the money.” She wouldn’t settle for less money. It was probably better if she didn’t see his face, then she could imagine it was anyone. Not to mention, she wouldn’t be haunted by a stranger’s face because he’d been her first.


“Wise choice, here is the key to door five. Head up those stairs over there and you’ll find the room. Head there now and wait for him to show which shall be shortly.” A gold key was handed over.


More waiting which would make her want to jump out of the window and end things quickly. Tatsuki took the stairs quickly and didn’t feel safe until the door was opened and she was on the other side. The room had a queen size bed done in white silk sheets, hunter green carpet, but there were no windows. So much for her quick escape, she’d have to barge right out the front door. Six candles were lit along the two side walls sending an eerie glow in the room. She felt like they were announcing her impending doom.


Feeling uncomfortable she switched off the light but didn’t dare touch the candles. It wouldn’t be good if the client came in and broke his neck because he couldn’t see where he was going. Having only a bit of candle light would make it hard to see much but helped ease some of her tension. The less she saw of what was about to happen the better.


What felt like an hour, in reality was only ten minutes later, the door started to open. Her fingers clenched the sheets, in walked the man that would take her virginity. He wasn’t like what she’d been dreading he wasn’t fat, he was rather thin but not lanky. A black cotton mask covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes, the tip of his nose, his mouth and chin uncovered but as he turned to close the door she could make out a head of raven hair.


So the hostess hadn’t been fibbing about him being young. It was probably a rich brat that was getting his kicks by buying sex. It wasn’t her concern who he was or why he was doing it. As long as she got the money so she had time to look for a better job without starving.


“Get undressed,” the voice spoke low and gentle. It had barely been audible but held enough authority to it that her hand immediately went for the tie constricting her airway. Just as she thought, he was a person that was use to having others listen to him.


Chanting to herself got the tie removed, the shirt unbuttoned and she was about to pull it off her shoulders when she made her first mistake. Brown eyes glanced up in her nervousness and she got to see a very naked chest. He was way ahead of her already, almost as if he were very eager to begin. The crisp business shirt had been tossed to the floor carelessly, shoes kicked off, and barely seen hands going for the clasp to the trousers.


He didn’t pause but tilted his face that she now wished she could see, in order to look at her. The sound of a soft chuckle had heat rushing to her cheeks in embarrassment. Watching porn with her roomy was far different than actually watching a man strip in front of her.


‘Oh bless me,’ she was sure her jaw dropped to the carpet as the pants hit the floor to keep it company. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, the scandal. In the dim light she could make out what had to be his thing protruding from his groin. He would be using that on her if she didn’t find the courage to make a dash for the door.


She got as far as standing and taking two steps forward before he moved. Her heart stopped and she blinked rapidly, when had he moved? Surely seeing her first penis didn’t have her spacing out that bad! Yet, he was behind her and every thought was spinning inside her head and out of control. What should she do? She’d agreed to come here and do this but now that the event was taking place fear was becoming an obstacle.


“Relax,” hands glided up her arms, until the warm fingers were ghosting along her throat. The voice had a soothing effect on her; she almost wanted to say it carried a tinge of familiarity also. There was no divulging into the feeling or time to second guess his intentions. Heat scorched her back as he pulled her close against him, letting the evidence of his arousal press into the small of her back.


He had to be tall, towering over her, the top of her head reaching below his chin. A gasp escaped her mouth; a single finger was touching her chin, turning it upward and to the side. During senior year she’d experienced her first kiss with a boy from the same class. It didn’t begin to compare to the sensations she felt as the stranger brought his
mouth down.


The lips were strong, soft and in control. There was no protest; the mouth was opening, a hot tongue forcing its way inside. A strong jolt of awareness rocketed down her spine and there was no choice, but allow it to happen.


Lacking experience didn’t come into play; Tatsuki mocked the motion of his kiss. A haggard sound caressed her tongue letting her know she was doing something right. Fingers kept her jaw held immobile, the kiss kept her mind scattered and a hand had removed the blouse. It was in the process of unsnapping the bra before she noticed anything.


That too was tossed to the floor, making the pile grow larger. How could she think when he was kissing her like that? How could a kiss make one’s toes curl? It didn’t resemble the sloppy disturbing kiss she’d received before. Instead, it made her want more. Her hand reached up to latch onto a patch of thick hair, forcing the encounter to become more heated.


Next the latch keeping the flimsy skirt around her waist was unsnapped, she felt it hit her feet and stiffened in surprise. The only clothing still on her body was the pink cotton panties hiding her sex. Relief filled her when those were left alone and the fingers were placed on her waist. The kiss pulled her attention again, distracting her from the digits gliding along the smooth surface of stomach, ending at the edge of cotton.


Tatsuki moaned, releasing a pent up breath. Heat flared to life in her gut, sending tiny waves of joy between her legs. The touch above the seam was gentle, merely caressing the area. It was stirring the same feeling as when she would watch the dirty movies but more intense. A throbbing sensation was beginning between her legs and she was almost thrilled when the fingertips ran down the cotton and came in contact with her center.


It was damp, the material rubbed against the folds, causing the moisture to leak through. It was torture, he was massaging her hidden nerve over the panties and she felt her legs growing weaker. There was no doubt he knew what he was doing, there had been no exploring or fiddling, the skillful fingers had gone right to work.


“Ohuhugh,” it was too much. Tatsuki yanked her face away and closed her eyes. The pleasure was exquisite and had her wanting to claw at the arms wrapped around her. The world came crashing down the moment the finger stopped long enough to slide beneath the cotton and made complete contact. One sure swipe against her clit and the tension snapped, making her vision blur.


Seconds ticked by as the waves ceased, leaving her with a strange ache. Strong arms hoisted her up and onto the mattress. There was no way for her to walk out, much less make a run for it. Both limbs were still shaking from the orgasm and her mind was in no better shape than the rest of her. The sheets were cool along her heated skin and it was welcome.


There was the sign of the mattress sinking when he joined her but not next to her. Instead, brown eyes caught the movement of hands getting rid of the rest of her clothes. The panties slid down her thighs, being jerked until they cleared her feet. A chill ran to her core, having nothing to do with the temperature of the room. Determined actions had her knees parting the distance between them would have been painful if she hadn’t been one to train in marital arts.


There was no going back, not as the shockingly muscular form came to hover over her. A chest almost too broad for the rest of him blocked her vision of what was occurring between them. She knew he was trying to keep her from seeing, in case it would cause her to panic. When she’d chanced a glance at his manhood it had been soft. What would the size be now that he was excited?


The brush of something warm but soft alerted her that it was about to begin. Heavy breathing was all that she could hear and she wasn’t sure if it was him or her. His smooth tip played with the soaked folds, pressing gently until it was teasing her tiny button. Tatsuki nibbled her bottom lip and tried not to make any noise. The smallest amount of pressure had the urgent ache in her sex tightening. What was it going to feel like to have it buried deep inside?


Question answered, she almost bolted off of the bed, the pain made her whimper. It had been unexpected, the sudden thrust upwards. A hand was running along her cheek, trying to soothe her. It wasn’t working, in her center she could feel the thickness and was sure he hadn’t gotten far. The awareness of it being there was barely THERE!


“Don’t tense up, the worst of it is over.” The whispered assurance was heard through a haze of pain. Taking a deep breath, she focused on his scent and realized whatever cologne he was wearing she’d smelt before. It had a strong earthy scent to it that made a woman think of nature. Which was fine with her, she didn’t care for sweet smells.


“Relax,” another command. This one was accompanied with the thrust of his hips, sending more of the intruder inside. It wasn’t as bad as the initial one but just as astounding. Tatsuki could feel him forcing it deeper inside her body. Making the muscles give way without pausing. When she didn’t think she could take anymore, he grunted and grabbed her hips.


“Owwwwww,” the rest of him had her jerking against the tight grip. How much was he going to shove in there? If she hadn’t seen him naked, she’d have suspected him of having a third arm that he was violating her with. Only once on a movie had she seen a man with a member she’d have run away from but that was before she’d actually discovered what it felt like to have one penetrating her.


He didn’t give her time to adjust or prepare for anything. With a deep sigh resounding from his chest, he began to move. The thick length was rubbing and stretching the inner walls, holding him tight. Tatsuki suddenly wanted to know what he was feeling but didn’t dare ask. If she were to open her eyes she’d be staring at his throat. The ache was slowly ebbing away being replaced by the pleasure of what he was doing.


It was almost gone when he groaned loudly and shuddered above her. Throbbing beat her passage and from the contented sigh, she knew he’d just finished. For a second she was almost disappointed. It had just begun to feel nice and it was over. There was a brief intake of breath on his part then movement. Being a virgin with no experience, she could only go on what she’d heard and seen on the television but weren’t men supposed to go soft after getting off?


There was a noticeable difference in the hardness but not enough to keep him from rotating his hips and pulling out. With a rough thrust, he impaled her all the way. She cried out from the jolt of wonder that caused sparks to scatter in her groin. That had felt really really really nice and even better as the action was repeated.


Seconds was all it took and the thickness had the same hard fullness to it. It was amazing; while slightly painful it was sending waves of pleasure to center around him. Tatsuki was so caught up in the new sensation it didn’t occur to her to mind when the hand roughly yanked the bow from her hair. Fingers ran and embedded themselves into the strands. Hot breath ghosted over her forehead, the hand not holding up his weight found its way to cup a breast.


She squirmed and trembled as the fingers pinched a nipple, pulling at the invisible cord attached to her core. It only incited his thrusts to become more rapid, bringing the tension to a new level. It was going to kill her, the throbbing pain and the ache wanting to send her into oblivion. “Oh, oh, please.”


She had no idea what she was begging for but had to have something. The fingers were keeping the nerves on edge and the feel of the hard shaft becoming more forceful with each thrust was turning her into a quivering mound of flesh. Extreme heat and pleasure suddenly crashed down, turning the timid pleas into obscene moaning.


“Yes, that’s so good.” He cried out barely recognizable over the deafening cries beneath him. Tatsuki’s ears picked up the soft whimpering that sounded pathetic compared to her own shouts of completion. What gave him away was the way the slim hips jerked, ramming her person, as if he were trying to permanently lodge himself there. Each sound came with the sensation of throbbing as he spent himself.


Moments went by as they both caught their breath and she felt her muscles wanting to tense up. Not only was her private area going to be sore but her legs were protesting at being gapped wide for so long. Cold air surrounded her as he suddenly moved away from her and off of the bed. Unsure of how to react or what to do she kept her eyes closed.


There was little noise then he spoke, “I’ll see you later.” That had her snapping both eyes open in time to see him stroll out of the door. It shut firmly behind him leaving her alone with her thoughts. No, it hadn’t meant anything, he probably expected her to be here next time he came looking for entertainment. Well she’d have to disappoint him. She wasn’t going to come back if she could help it. There had to be a normal job out there for her. The money she would make from this would tide her over for a bit.


Ignoring the sudden ache to her lower half, she found the clothes she’d worn in here. As soon as she was dressed, she made her way downstairs. Much to her relief Ayumi was also on her way down to change and end the night. Sheer willpower kept her gaze from returning to the door and her thoughts from the man that had vacated it minutes before.





“What the hell are you so happy about?” Ichigo tore off a piece of the overcooked bread and glared at the Quincy. He didn’t see why the guy should be smiling so much. Not with the report Rukia had just given them and all the hassle coming from Soul Society. It was true, there was a lot of hollow activity going on lately and he was trying to stay on top of things. There was a chance that things might start affecting his relationship with Orihime but that was why Rukia had said she’d been sent back down to help. After all he could only be one place at a time.


“No reason really,” Uryuu reached for the glass of water. He was hungry but didn’t feel up to touching the meal placed before him. As much as he loved and adored the girl, Orihime still couldn’t cook very well. The object of his affections was sitting across from him happily munching on the half raw vegetables covered in some kind of paste.


“You are smiling a lot,” Orihime put her fork down to gaze at the Quincy. There was a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there the previous week. Had something happened to him? For the past few months he’d seemed distant and sad, had he met someone?


“Am I?” There was a chance that he was but he had his reasons. Uryuu wasn’t about to inform them of anything or reveal his plans. He’d gone back to the establishment for the last three weekends and the girl hadn’t shown back up. Most likely she didn’t plan on it unless necessary. Having taken over half of his father’s responsibilities at the hospital had its advantages. Having money meant he could buy most information for a price. The funds he’d given her would last a while longer but then what would she do? There was no doubt as to why she’d gone there in the first place. The roommate went all the time, he’d yet to sample her but saw her there often.


Uryuu Ishida had come to terms with the fact that Orihime would never look to him as more than just a friend months ago. That didn’t mean he didn’t hold some resentment towards the shinigami that had claimed her before he even had an opportunity to try. Ichigo was his best friend and that was the only reason he didn’t try to woe the girl away. He wouldn’t destroy their friendship when he knew that Orihime’s heart would never be open to him.


There was also the fact that his father was arranging a marriage for him. It was an old custom that shouldn’t bother him but it did. It was how he’d been born, wasn’t it? His father had married his mother out of duty and Ryuken was nothing short of miserable. Did he want to end up like his father? Alone and hating the very thing he was? No, which was why he’d do his duty but would be damned if he didn’t take what pleasure he could in life.


And there was no denying that he’d found immense pleasure in the body of one Tatsuki Arisawa. The girl still didn’t have much for breasts but the rest of the package had more than made up for it. As he stood behind that glass and glanced over each girl he almost walked in there seeing the girl sitting there. Confusion and curiosity had kept him from doing so. It was when he’d heard another gentleman begin to offer for her that he’d spoken up. The Madam had proclaimed that the girl was a virgin and would not come cheap. That had been fine; he’d been willing to pay a lot more for her.


He’d become associated with the establishment out of necessity and need not want. He already had a fiancé so starting a relationship wasn’t possible. The only person he’d not do his duty for was taken by his best friend and he had needs. At first he’d contemplated having a fling but those could turn nasty real quick. There was always the chance of the fling wanting more and causing trouble when she didn’t get it. So paying for sexual release had been the best option.


Every other time he’d worn protection, he wasn’t an idiot. There was no telling what the females might carry and he didn’t need a paternity suit. Being able to enter a woman without obstruction had been wonderful. There was also the fact that she was a small person and had never been with a man before. It hadn’t taken her long to get over the pain and enjoy what he could give her. Not to mention she’d easily accepted the position he’d put her in. Most females would have complained within minutes of their thighs not being able to withstand the strain.


He swore and put down the glass, the last thing he needed right now was an erection while sitting at Kurosaki’s dinner table. Neither of the two would be happy if they were to discover the plans he had in store for the brunette. “I hate to cut this short but I have to be going. I need to make a stop before it’s too late.”


“Alright, thanks for stopping by and the offer of help.” Ichigo would be grateful for any help. It seemed that every time he got alone time with Orihime a damn hollow wanted to appear. At this rate it’d be next year before they could do anything.


“It’s no problem,” he was still a Quincy. Lately there hadn’t been much for him to do but that was a good thing. It had given him time to solidify a position in the company. He’d never give up being who he was but a man had to live. Excusing himself and thanking Orihime for inviting him, he made his way out of the small apartment, aiming to catch his target at home.





“What the hell!” Tatsuki tossed the plastic lying piece of crap phone across the room. It didn’t make her feel good to see it embedded in the wall. Nothing would make her feel better short of beating the hell out of whatever force was making her life hell. Days after her little excursion, she’d been fired from her job. Since then she’d been doing some hunting for another. She was almost out of money, it wasn’t fair.


It wasn’t like she’d splurged on clothes or gave it away. It was fate toying with her, punishing her for doing something bad. First she had no job but now no one would hire her. The place she’d gone to yesterday had looked promising but they’d just called and said she’d failed the drug test. How the hell could she fail a drug test, did Midol count as an illegal substance?


Two weeks ago her car had suddenly went out on her, something called a piston. Last week she’d woken up to find all her tires slashed beyond repair. Just yesterday her battery had died; she was going to blow up her car!!! The rent had also gone up when Ayumi went to renew the contract. Now her friend was thinking about moving back in with her family, which left Tatsuki to pay all the rent, something she couldn’t afford to do because there was only enough left for two months of it. Things were looking bleak if she couldn’t find a job soon.


Thinking of her roomy had her scowling at the pile of laundry in the corner. Not dirty because Tatsuki had taken the time to do it this morning but the blonde had accepted the clothes then tossed them on the floor. So much for being appreciated, she was as appreciated as an enema.


The shrill ding-dong of the doorbell caught her off guard and she almost jumped out of her skin. It was going for seven in the evening so no one should be stopping by. Believing it was the old woman from next door wanting to borrow more sugar –the woman had to be a diabetic by now- Tatsuki drug herself to the door. There was no containing her surprise as it swung open to reveal someone unexpected. “Ishida?”






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