Ah…my first Skip Beat story! How exciting! I hope you have a good read! Please report all errors to me so that I can…you know…fix them! I've decided to start this fic out with a T rating and try to keep it that way. I know the title screams M, but…I tend to not cross the borderline. ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own Skip Beat, neither do I own a crafty addition to this disclaimer.
Tsuruga Ren couldn't let anyone see him like this! His eyes widened as a light from an approaching car turned a corner and drove onto the practically deserted street. With inhuman speed and agility he slipped into a filthy alley, pressing his slim body against the old bricks, praying that the person who was driving would not see him.
The car passed and with it, Ren's fear filled thoughts. What the hell was wrong with him? He stepped out onto the road again and continued walking. He was dressed as Kain Heel, a man who looked like he was out for blood, no one could see through the disguise and notice it was actually Tsuruga Ren, number one male in Japan, underneath it. Rather, no one could see through the murderous aura that he was giving off.
He continued to walk, the scene that had taken place just a few minutes down the road replying itself in his head. What had he done to the man? There were gaps in his memory and vaguely he could remember getting upset at a stranger who had been harassing a young lady in a dark corner. The memory after that was him standing over a bloodied and battered body with police sirens in the distance. He had took off immediately, slinking in and out of strategic alleys eventually ending up lost. When he had realized that he was both out of harm's way and in a strange, littered environment, he had not panicked because his character's dangerous vibe would serve as his shield.
Despite the menacing appearance he kept up, his mind was reeling with regret, fear and old memories. He quickly forced the dark memory to the back of his head, making the feelings of regret and fear fill him instead. If he thought about that, there was no telling whether he would lose his cool again.
He looked up at the buildings, a specific one catching his attention. Its bright neon sign lit up the night and all eyes were bound to be attracted by it as it was the only one of its kind on the entire street. He stopped to gaze up at it, reading the words with interest. 'The Seductress' was what it read and for a minute he gambled about whether or not to enter. Upon weighing each choice and its possible outcome in that minute, he decided not to chance it. It could be a brothel for all knew. Just as he took his eyes from the sign and began walking, a window suddenly opened and a girl popped out of it, frightening him.
"Goodnight sir! I'm Mimori! Welcome to our place of business," she beamed, flashing her long silky hair in a way that showed she was definitely an employee of the strange place.
"I'm not interested," he said in his darkest voice. He was surprised when she didn't flinch at all. Instead she reached out and took his hand in hers.
"But sir, you don't know what we specialize in," she said, locking her fingers around his. She looked behind her and shouted at someone to open the front door. Immediately two doors slid open. Two pairs of hands grabbed his other free hand and pulled him in as the girl named Mimori let go and closed the window.
The doors were closed behind him and he found himself in a big room, dimly lit with low seats arranged in a semi circle. To the right corner of the room was a bar. Behind the counter was Mimori and she was serving two men who had already had too much to drink. Ren could notice her smile flirtatiously at them despite their obvious lack of youth. At the back of the room he noticed how the owner (it would seem) built stalls into the one room. While he was curious to find out what lay behind those three stalls, a part of him already knew.
There was endless chattering around him as the girls guided him over to the last stall, its content hidden by a flimsy curtain. He noticed a man exit the first stall before he was forced into the third one. The man had been happily pushing his shirt into his pants, his belt hanging from his pants.
"This is your lucky night, sir. This is one of our most accomplished," a girl's voice said before he was pushed into the stall, the curtain falling close behind him. He had to bend a little to fix into the space, his height acting as a disadvantage. Inside was as dark as a starless sky and therefore he was surprised when a voice spoke to him.
"Please sit," a female's voice came out of the darkness. Her sentence was followed by the lighting of an overhead lap. He immediately noticed how prepared the stall was, the ground was littered with fluffy cushions. He lowered himself to sit on them, looking up at the girl who had spoken. She had long auburn hair and a slim body that was not very well hidden behind her slinky outerwear…or was it her underwear? He could not tell.
"I am not interested in whatever services you provide," he began.
"Then why are you in my room?" She asked innocently, lowering herself to lie down on the cushions. He noticed how she provocatively posed herself by lying on her side, her dress following the shape of her body. The neckline had shifted to the side and exposed a great deal of her chest, though there was not much.
"It seems your friends thought I should see you," he continued. He couldn't help but admire her. When was the last time he had been with a woman? He could not tell. She smiled innocently at his statement.
"Then that means that you are in need of some relaxation. What form do you prefer?" She asked, focusing her eyes on him.
"Not your kind," was his answer, but he could not get up and leave. There was something about her that demanded his attention, his male attention. She had whet his appetite just by speaking to him.
"You silly man," she giggled, running her hand slowly up her stomach, resting it on her breast. He had followed her every moment, "I don't offer that kind of relief. I am not a whore, I am just a seductress," she answered with that bright childish look in her eyes.
"Isn't that the same thing?" He asked, his eyes fixed on her breast. She noticed and tried to hide a smile, but failed.
"Would you like to?" She asked, reaching for his hand before he could answer. She grasped it gently and slowly brought it to rest on her flat stomach. She closed her eyes and breathed. In and out. Up and down. Relaxed. Her meaningless actions had done something to Ren that he could not understand. Now…now he really wanted to touch her. He found his hand slowly creeping up her stomach, her hand just resting on his. She smiled, her eyes still closed, as his hand came to a pause right below her treasured jewels. He stopped and told himself that she was probably a teenage girl caught up in this business. He couldn't allow himself to attack her, he would not do what his inner beast was telling him to do.
"Is there something wrong…sir?" She asked and he immediately got reminded of a school girl having an affair with her teacher.
"I do not wish to," he said and withdrew his hand. She sat up and leaned forward toward him, propping herself up by placing both her hands on his thighs, dangerously close to his groin.
"Then tell me…what do you wish to do?" She asked.
"I will leave and never return here. You are a child. I do not waste my time on children," he answered her, grabbing one of her wrists, aiming to remove it from his thigh. Tears sprung to her eyes so quickly that he froze in his actions. She let out a short gasp of pain and fell onto his chest, one hand on his thigh, the other tucked between their connected bodies.
"Sir! My duty is to help you relief your stress. If you go now, I will feel so useless and stupid. Let me…help you," she said, gazing up at him with her tears shining in her eyes. He got hypnotized looking at her. How perfectly she had switched her emotions. If this was acting…no…it wasn't! It was too real.
Slowly her face crept towards his until he could smell her strawberry breath on his lips. He could not back down, she was pulling him in. And just like that she kissed him, a guilty kiss, her lips even quivering against his, her final stream of tears falling down her cheeks. He found himself wiping them away gently as she broke from him, a look of pure pleasant surprise on her face.
"How…how do you feel now?" She asked, her small chest lifting and falling delicately.
"Awakened," he said, his eyes unable to move from her face. A smile broke out on her lips – simple joy.
"I am happy that I could help you," she said and backed away from him, going back to laying on her side and gazing up at him as if he was the most enthralling person she had ever seen. Any normal man would have thought that she was in love with him, but as for him, Tsuruga Ren, love was a much more complicated matter.
"I…I should leave," he said. She smiled at him in return, a truly happy smile.
"I will see you…soon then, Sir," she said hopefully. Ren hesitated in his answer. If he said no he would hurt her feelings, but if he said yes, he would be lying and he would still end up hurting her feelings.
"If I need relief from my stress, then I will be back," he said and stood up. She scrambled to her feet also, a look of sadness filling her eyes. She stepped toward him, able to stand straight in the stall as she was just about half his height.
"Then…goodbye…Sir," she said and tipped to kiss him on the cheek. She blushed and cast her eyes down after. With his eyes on her he slowly stepped out of the stall, the curtain closing off his view of the girl that had captivated him in just a matter of seconds.
Kyoko sighed and allowed her shoulders to slump as her extremely tall customer walked out. She had found him interesting, mostly because he was so handsome and had drawn a wonderful act out of her. It had been a while since she had done the school girl routine so impeccably. All the other customers wanted to be touched and wanted to touch her. None had had an ounce of resistance within them. He on the other hand…the area right below her breasts burned from his touch still and slowly she put her hand to the spot. Why hadn't he taken advantage of her when she had been acting so vulnerable? She sighed and walked up to the curtain, peeking out into the bigger room. The sliding doors were being closed behind her customer, the last man to leave the shop.
"Kyoko," someone called to her. She jumped slightly at the sudden interruption and flung back the curtain all the way to answer the person who had called her.
"Ah! Moko-san!" Kyoko's face lit up when she saw her senpai helping Mimori with cleaning up the bar. Kanae's eyes narrowed at the use of the nickname they had agreed to use in private.
"Didn't I tell you not to…" She began to fume from half way across the room.
"Yes, yes, I know, Kotonami - senpai," Kyoko said, stepping out of her stall. Kanae's anger quickly subsided as Kyoko joined her, sitting on a stool, ready to discuss their night.
"Ugh! I keep on getting the decrepit ones," Kanae said leaning against the counter to talk to her best friend and kouhai, "he wanted me to…to…stimulate him!" She ended. Kyoko stifled a giggle. Moko-san always had a way of making her bad experiences seem funny and bearable.
"Did you see the last one Kyoko got tonight?" The giggling Mimori asked, also propping herself up against the counter. Kanae raised an eyebrow. It was obvious that her attention was piqued.
"What about him?" Kanae asked, turning to Kyoko. Kyoko couldn't help the tingling feeling in her cheeks. She had found him devastatingly sexy, almost dangerous also. His height was unlike any she had seen before, his words…his words still lingered in her head for what reason she did not know. After all, she had vowed never to succumb to a man's tricks ever again.
"He was…unlike any of our other customers," she simply said, her face an indifferent mask. She could not let them know what her real first impression of him was. When he had entered and she had lit the lamp, she knew then and there that if he had told her to compromise her one rule of life just for his sake…she probably would have. She scolded herself for her thinking. Wasn't it a pretty face that had forced her to live this life? She would forget about her customer. She would never see him again anyway.
"Really?" Kanae asked and all the other girls in the room paused in their various activities to listen to what Kyoko had to relate.
"Well…for one he talks," she said. She could hear a single gasp resound around the big room. No one would believe her straight off the bat like that, after all, they only got men who grunted as communication. The customers they normally got had mistaken their shop for a brothel and had staggered in with their pants below their ankles, already drunk from their night out. They rarely spoke, they just lay back and let the seductress attend to him. They were always somewhat disappointed that their seductress would not have sexual intercourse with them or stimulate them in the way they wanted, but, they always came back.
"Does that mean that…that he…" Kanae stuttered. Kyoko nodded.
"He's an actual person," Kyoko said.
"He didn't ask you to…?" Kanae started. Kyoko shook her head and then rested it in the palm on her hand.
"No…no he didn't," she said and everyone stared at her wide eyed.
"And he was soooo handsome," Mimori swooned as her eyes took on a glazed look. With another huge gasp, they stared in disbelief at the auburn haired seductress.
Whenever the occasional attractive man came along, the girl who was attending to him that night would give him full access to her body, every inch of it. It had happened to everyone in the shop except for Kyoko and the reason was obvious. The customer that they had given themselves to had been their first love. She had been through that before, her experience projecting her years ahead of her so called senpais. Most of the girls had fallen into the business at a younger age than Kyoko in the efforts of supporting their family or themselves. They did not know what life was like outside of the shop. It wasn't like they were missing anything anyway.
"Damn…I wish I had seen him," Kanae mumbled to herself.
"Moko-san, are you once again interested in men?" Kyoko asked, her once upon a time innocence coming back in that sentence. Moko-san blushed red and folded her arms, turning away from her friend.
"Don't embarrass me by using ambiguous statements," she said through barred teeth. Kyoko smiled.
"But, Moko-san…you always talk of how much you hate our customers. You've never taken any real interest in any of them," Kyoko said. Kyoko had been around Moko-san long enough to read her moods and maybe even her mind. They knew each other's every secret and Kyoko knew that Moko-san had only loved one man…the customer that she had been deeply involved with. When he stopped visiting…Moko-san lost all real interest in men.
"So? I'm still a girl! I like a little eye candy every now and then!" Moko-san answered through gritted teeth. Kyoko only smiled at her friend's response and body language. Ah, Moko-san, best friend, teacher and the only one she could trust.
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