They'd been driving for hours searching for the perfect one. The perfect prostitute. That's odd to say, "perfect prostitute." How would a prostitute be perfect? They were all a men and women selling their bodies to fund drug habits, pay off debts, or even to support children. Either way they all allowed anybody to touch their bodies for the right price, but a cheap whore was not who they were looking for.

They stopped by a short rather effeminate looking male. The male, rather eagerly, strolled to the driver's side window of the limo, and leaned in when the dark tinted window rolled down.

"I'm Luppi," he purred. "Luppi Antenor. Lookin' for a good time, hot stuff?"

The driver, Kaname Tosen, turned to his passenger in the back. "Does he fit your needs, Aizen-sama?"

Aizen woke from his musings, and leisurely reached over and pressed the window button. With a lazy whirr, the window slid down and Luppi sauntered over and leaned in. Aizen surveyed the young man.

Luppi seemed about 18, but these days the whores have gotten as young as 14. His hair was coal black, naturally curling slightly towards his chin, and cut unevenly. He was thin, but not necessarily in a good way, and his clothing revealed as much skin as was legal to be shown in public. His white, paint splattered daisy dukes hugged a small bum, and rode low enough to reveal the black elastic of his underwear. His stomach and lower half of his chest were exposed, his odd shirt only long enough to cover his nipples, but the collar was high, and the sleeves were long enough to completely conceal his hands. His lilac eyes were bright, but we're lost in his bloodshot sclera.

Aizen's tone was cool and indifferent. "No... You're obviously a bottom; I want a top."

The boy pouted. "Aw...are you sure? I have nice prices..."

"No," Aizen murmured again, "though I will pay for some information."

"How much?"

"400 dollars."

Luppi smiled. "Deal. What do you need?"

"A top... preferably with an attitude."

Luppi nibbled on his pinkey nail thoughtfully. "There's quite a few of those." He counted them out on thin fingers. "There's Nnoitorra; Szayelaporro... he's into kink if you like that; Gatenbainne... he's sweet but has this hideously orange afro... Oh, honestly there's alotta tops that I know of. Mind being more specific?"

Aizen rubbed his lip thoughtfully. "Muscular... cocky... perhaps temperamental?"

Luppi smiled and wiggled sensually, it seemed like an unconscious movement. "Ooo, you're into the rough sex, huh?" He gripped the windowsill and leaned back. "Grimmjow... you'll want him." Arisen cocked an ebony eyebrow, asking Luppi for more intel on the prostitute in question. "He's everything you want. Tall, muscular, cockiest attitude in the world!" Luppi shuddered and and let out an enraptured moan. "Ooo, he's a walking sex symbol!"

Arisen allowed a grin to show on his cool and controlled gob. "Where can I find this... Grimmjow?"

"He usually hangs around the strip club on Superior Ave. Ya can't miss him; he's got the brightest blue hair. " He smiled when Azien handed him the money. " Oh, and don't call him a prostitute to his face; you won't live long." He quickly counted the 8 Grants to make sure his full payment was there, completely missing Aizen's amused, cold grin. "Mind doing me a favor?"

"What sort of favor?"

"Nothing big. I've just always wanted to know if his carpet matched the drapes, if you catch my drift. I've asked him a few times before, but he always says I'd have to pay to see." He neatly folded the bills and shoved them into the front of his shorts. "One hundred dollars for a peek, hmph!... so what do you say?"

"If I buy him, and if I see you again, I'll tell you," Aizen said. He reached and hit the button, and the window rolled up as Luppi waved at him, saying that he should hit him up if he ever wanted a bottom. He laid back as Tosen began driving once again.

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Aizen searched the thin crowd for the prostitute he had been directed to. He liked this. He loved the hunt, and chauffeurs just made the whole process more relaxing instead of strenuous. Many say that all the fun is in the hunt itself, but Aizen found the prize much more amusing. His brown eyes caught sight of blue hair, and he gazed at the figure sporting the bright hue.

He was tall, and Aizen couldn't quite make out his build because of the black windbreaker he wore. His hands were shoved into the front pockets of his tight jeans which hugged his legs as he strode confidently across the gum and cigarette butt strewn pavement. Not a hint of him said "Prostitute."

Aizen told Tosen to pull up near the strolling male, and beckon to him which the dark skinned male did quickly. Aizen rolled down the window and peered out at the male just as he neared. "Grimmjow?"

The blue haired figure stopped and looked at the brown eyed man peering at him from a fancy limo and soon sauntered over. "You call me?" His tone was crass. Aizen's eyes seemed to answer for him, because Grimmjow spoke once more. "200 per hour, 100 fer a quickie. I don't do handjobs, I don't do blowjobs, I don't do anal, and I'm not interested in experimenting or kink. I'm a strict top, and I only take payment upfront."

Aizen stared at the man whose cerulean eyes matched his messy hair. "You get to the point."

Grimmjow used a pinky to scratch the inside of his ear, and he flicked it in a random direction. "I don't have time for candy asses who waste my time with questions."

Perfect, indeed, Aizen thought to himself. Smoothly he pulled out the payment Grimmjow spoke of, but when Grimmjow went for the money, he moved it out of his reach. "I'll pay you when you get into the car."

Grimmjow glared, but after a moment's hesitation, he entered the vehicle. He flopped down in the seat opposite of Aizen's and slouched down in his seat, getting comfortable. He snagged the money from Aizen's hand when it was held out to him, and stashed the bills in a pocket within his jacket sleeve after a quick count. "So where we going? Hotel?"

"No, my home."

Grimmjow looked confused and then a cocky grin crossed his mug. "Oh, so you're one of those husbands who get off on watching their wife get fucked by another man!" He laughed. "Man, why are all you rich bastards into such freaky shit?"

Aizen's crossed his legs, and propped his head up on his fist. "Why do you assume that I have a wife?"

"Seem like the type. If you don't have a wife, then what-the-fuck-ever."

Aizen's chuckled low in his throat, the sound coming out smooth, and rich like an expensive chocolate. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

"Whatcha say?"

Aizen's smiled as four tentacles burst forth from his back and seized the blue haired prostitute. Grimmjow barely managed a surprised yelp before the extra limbs wrapped around him and dragged him to the floor before Aizen's feet. The tentacles constricted painfully until Grimmjow ceased his squirming. A tentacle wrapped about his head lifted slightly to reveal his eyes which glared daggers at his captor. Aizen's chuckled again as the blue orbs rolled back in their sockets as he squeezed his muscular chest. Grimmjow went limp, and Aizen sat back and rested his eyes as Tosen quietly continued driving towards the manor.

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Salina's after chapter jam session!

Whoo! First chapter done! The chapter's name come from the song "We Are Prostitutes" by Crookers which I listened to over and over while writing this chapter.

Some people may be wondering why Szayelaporro ended up being a hooker when he seems more of a John. Well, it's because I saw a picture of a man at a gay pride parade, and he had dyed his hair pink, and was wearing purple glasses, and a pink fishnet shirt, and for some reason I saw Szayel in the outfit and just laughed. The image is forever burned in my head.

I like Luppi, he'll probably pop up again later... I don't know

Please review, but if you don't I don't mind, just thank you for reading!