Disclaimer: Inu-Yasha and all related characters are property of Rumiko Takahashi.

Author's Note: The pairings are: Kagura x Sesshoumaru, Kagome x Inu-Yasha, Sango x Miroku, and the rest shall be decided in time. Please review, and be kind. This is my first story.

::Start::

"That one," said a ugly little bald man. Kagura narrowed her eyes in a way that suggested a difficult nature. Pursing her lips and chewing the inside of her bottom one, she nodded slowly. She wanted to protest, but she had no choice.

"Whatever, Mr. Jaken. I'll do my goddamn best."

"That's my girl." Replied the small man, apparently named Jaken, smacked her ass and then rubbed his hands greedily together. This was going to be fun to watch- and he got money out of it. Kagura pointedly ignored him, and began her ritual.

Rolling her shoulders to loosen them, she stepped out onto the dance floor and was immediately greeted by several men. They all offered variations of the same chance at pleasure, but Kagura turned them down. She had a customer to please, and please him she would. That was, if she wanted her paycheck. Walking slowly, being sure to roll her hips as she had been taught, she reached the directed man as ordered. Placing a charming and sly smile on her lips, she placed a dark-nailed hand on his leg near his knee. She inwardly smirked as he shuddered and looked up slowly, as though afraid at what he might see. He jumped awkwardly as he saw both his terrible fantasy and his beautiful nightmare; one of the famous Tel Roujian girls. Girls famous for pleasuring men so long and hard that the said customers could barely walk in the morning. They were the best of the best, and no good party was complete without at least a few of their half-strip dancers. Kagura tilted her head down, letting a strand of midnight hair fall swaying into her eyes. Smiling like a predator, she spoke.

"Hello. My name is Auri, and I will be your waitress tonight." She slid delicately into his lap, completely ignoring his stifled moan and his friends' quiet whispers of jealousy and awe. Only a few men were chosen from the club every night, and the place was always packed. Lowering her voice, Kagura leaned over and whispered in his ear "How may I serve you?" The man's breath physically hitched in his chest, and Kagura laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting herself quite directly in his lap. Another muted moan, and she spoke once more. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. Unless..." another painfully faked laugh. Kagura resisted the urge to smack the man. It's an act, it's an act. "Unless that's what you want me to do." The man took a trembling breath, and spoke out in a thin, reedy voice.

"I-I want you to kiss me." It's an act, it's an act. Kagura put her head back, just enough to see his face. She quirked a delicate black eyebrow.

"Oh? Like how so, sir? You really must be more specific..." It's an act, it's an act. The man swallowed, and grinned in an uneasy but distinctly perverted way.

"Hard enough to get us through the night."Oh gods... It's an act, it's an act...

Please... it's just an act...

Please, anyone, help...

I'm just an act...

::Next Scene::

"Splendidly done, Kagura. Now, go wash up and eat something." Jaken waved his hand dismissively after plucking the large amount of yen from Kagura's fingertips. As she walked by, she tried to sway her hips hard enough to escape his hand but, as always, he got a good feel of her rounded derriere and walked off chuckling about stupid wenches. Kagura scowled and stalked off, as pissed this morning as she had been yesterday.

"He walks off with my money, my dignity, and even a feel of my ass..." She muttered, fuming to herself as she walked along the now-deserted stage in the middle of the large underground club. She paused slightly in the middle, and looked out. Empty cups and used cigarettes, pieces of cloth and other debris... this place was totally trashed. The cleanup crew had evidently not come yet. Kagura sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, imagining this place to be what it had apparently once been: a small theatre for a bunch of college kids. She opened her eyes and sighed wistfully.

College. Other people. Acting. Groups of friends. Kagura had never really liked school, but she never knew how much she'd miss the in-between moments. Random laughs in the hall, smirks as stink bombs went off, parties with good drinks and cute boys... it all seemed like a fuzzy dream. One that had seemingly dropped off the planet.

Kagura shook her head clear of such thoughts and headed to the kitchen, which was located in the very back behind a thick black door that was almost invisible with the exception of a small, silver handle. The black background and silver swirls that decorated the walls ensured no one would even know it was there. Even if someone found it, they'd never get in: it was bolted and guarded on both sides. Kagura fished out her key from the front of her shirt and unlocked it, nodding to the guards who stood there. They gave her a wink and a slap (but not on the face) before letting her in. Kagura growled and tried to open her fan out of reflex, but ground her teeth silently as she realized that she had no weapon. Sulking through the door, she was greeted by several people.

"Kagura." Nodded Kikyou from a small table in the corner, beckoning her with a wave of her skin-colored manicured hand. Others from the table also gave evidence that they had seen her: a wave from Kagome, a small smile from Sango, and cocked eyebrow from Koharu. Kagura nodded, and went to get a drink. Smiling slightly at the redhead behind the bar, she addressed the she-demon.

"Hey, Ayame. Fix me something that'll get me drunk." Kagura said, her words already slurring at the thought of the powerful drinks that Ayame was known to make. Ayame frowned and got her, instead, a water and two painkillers.

"Um, Kagura... it's only 6:30. I'm not getting you anything that might do anything but re-hydrate you. You look exhausted. Tough night?" Kagura opened her mouth to argue, but a sultry voice came out of the opposite corner from the others. One that Kagura really didn't have the patience to deal with right now.

"Yeah, Kagura. Someone actually screw you hard enough to make you sore?" The voice, taunting and seemingly well-rested, grated Kagura's nerves. The wind demon clenched her teeth and spun.

"Oh, shut up Kaguya." She spat, pretending Kaguya's head was in each of her fists and squeezing. "I had a tough night, ok?" Kaguya shrugged.

"Whatever. How much did you make? You were there, what, 7 hours?" Kagura nodded.

"37800 yen." [Translation: about 350 American dollars, or 50 American dollars an hour.] She said, shrugging. Everyone in the room but Kaguya gasped.

"That-that much?" Kagome's soft voice said. "Nice pull, Kagura!" She pouted to Sango. "I only made 20127 at the bar, and that was all night too!" [A little over 185 American dollars.] Sango nodded sympathetically.

"And Jaken took it all, too."

Silence followed. Kagura plopped between Koharu and Kikyou, and downed the medication and water. Ayame wiped her hands, sighing, and sat down next to Kaguya and Yura, who had walked in unnoticed and was sipping an unknown beverage quietly. As the silence began to grow, Kikyou spoke up in her cold voice.

"When do the dancers have their next party? And who's all going?"

"Tonight, 7:00 pm until whenever the guests leave. All of us, with me and Ayame tending the bar. Sango, Kikyou, and Kaguya are dancing, and the rest are all wandering." Kagome muttered quietly, leaving the rest unsaid. 'The rest are all wandering' meant Kagura wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. She sighed.

Truth be told, she was sore.

::End Chapter One::

Author's Ending Note: Short, I realize, but I wish to test the ground.

Please review. Just drop me a 'Hello, here's what you need to fix: " and I will be pleased.

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