The Dirtiest Day
Characters: Ayame Y, Koga K.
Genres: Romance, Angst.
Rating: M for Mature.
Setting: The open road.
Chapter song: Iron Maiden- The Trooper.
✭ Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Inuyasha.
Notes: This is a short story about one nineteen year rich old brat who has a run in with the most dirty prowler cop out there. He just happened to be lurking in the shadowy roads of the countryside. I wanted to write a story with Ayame because it was time she had Kouga to herself...even if she doesn't want him. Muahaha!
Busted!
I understood why most people came to admire Japan. Its vast beautiful gardens of open acres filled with peaceful serene waterfalls, and those still armies of red cherry blossom trees covering the mountain bases all the way across to the springs.
My emerald eyes were cast west, over the hood of my Brabus SLR to see the sun glowing high above the sherbet horizon. I found myself lost in the natural beauty of the surrounding terrain, and my mind wandered to what Monday would bring when I started school in Tokyo.
I curled my slender fingers over the angry skull head with the glowing red eyes that served as my gear shift knob. I switch some gears within my car, kicking the horses into full gear and turned my eyes back to the road. I banged my head violently to Dio as Ronnie's voice blasted out of my speakers so hard it shook the trim. I felt my hair bouncing around my shoulders as I pressed the heel of my ruby pump further into the gas and gripped the wheel tightly with a grin.
"Yeaaaaah, like a rainboooow in the daaaark!" I sang loudly.
I was looking forward to meeting up with my friend, Yura, and spending the weekend with her down in Tokyo. It'd been so long, and I was excited that we could reacquaint and totally shop till we dropped. It really did sound like loads fun, especially now that I was rid of my bitch boyfriend, Bakura Ginta. I can't believe I wasted three months of my life on that spineless-wimpy-little bastard!
I should have dumped him after the first week when he cried over being late to our weekly date. I supposed if Ginta's brother Hakkaku, wasn't a high ranking member of our clan and had the riches to back his brother, then I would have done so earlier. I thought back to a memory of myself, giving his brother a handy under the table during a family dinner once.
Oh boy Ayame, what a whorish thing to say. Was money the only real reason why I stayed with Ginta? Well I suppose when I thought about it, yeah. The money was good, and pretty much the only reason why I put up with him at all. He bought me anything I wanted, and all I had to do was keep his balls to the wall. As long as I kept his little wanker in check, I'd get anything I pleased. He was so weak, acted more like a pussy than a wolf.
I glanced down at the blood red paint on my nails, then at the glowing orange speedometer and flipped. Shit! 80 miles per hour. I always had a lead foot, even back to when I was competing in drag races down in Chiba. Damn, I needed to slow my chariot down, and fast! I really didn't need another ticket. Especially not when I was planning on shopping till I dropped. Damn it, if Gramps heard about me getting another ticket, I'd get some of my cards canceled!
It was a real long drive from Obihiro to Tokyo, and I supposed they would let me mail in the fee, or maybe pay it via internet. I silently wondered if I would meet anyone special in Tokyo. Yura said it was a great place to live in, especially if you liked the dark metropolis cityscape. She practically ran out of air telling me on the phone about the tons of rich guys living there. Tokyo attracted a lot of entrepreneurs and she said someone as desirable as I was, would have my pick of the bunch.
That sounded pretty good, not going to lie. I didn't like to brag but, it was true that I was very attractive. All the guys I knew always told me that I was the catch they couldn't ever net. Must be the long red hair, but most guys weren't crazy about the temper that comes with the full package of dating a redhead. I'm sure I never had to ask if they liked my lady lumps. My 46d-cups usually caught their attention pretty damn quick.
Sigh. I just wish guys weren't so damn obvious to spot. It seemed like my emerald green eyes would have to have been where my nipples were, just to get them to look at me when I talked to them. I've gotten loads of compliments on my ass too. Well, if you call some letch yelling "Sweet backyard babe!" as he drives past me when I am jogging a complement. Oh well, a girl just knows. We feel it when we are being mentally undressed by half the male population.
*Siren wails*
Oh shit! I checked the rearview mirror. Holy hell a cop! Crap! I thought, as I glanced back at the dash with my hands gripping the steering wheel. I was back up to 80 again! Kami, I was totally busted! I glanced in the rearview as I pull over to a stop on the side of road. I paced myself and continued my excuse within my head.
How much was this going to cost? Grandpa was going to kill me! I wondered if I could talk my way out of it? Maybe if it was a guy I could work my charm on him. Uh, maybe undo a button or two, show some skin? Hell! I was wearing a tank! Dammit!
"Stay calm girl. Show him that sexy smile." I chanted aloud.
Oh, I needed my license and other shit! Shit, where was my Prada bag! Oh, Yeah. The fucking floor.
I glanced up at the rearview and saw the policeman get out of his cruiser. Thank Dio! I reached my hand up to shut the music off. It was a man! Oh hell yes! I quickly opened up a red lollipop and stuck it into my mouth. I pushed up my breasts and gave myself a once over to check my make up. Calmly, I watched as he made his way over to the driver side door. I look up out my window sucking loudly on the candy as he began to speak.
"Evening Miss," Came the deep voice of the policeman.
"Know why I pulled you over?"
Mmm, do I baby.
I thought as I removed the lollipop and gave it a playful lick. He was definitely a hottie in my book. Looked about 25, I'd say. Long raven hair pulled back into a high ponytail. His eyes were a piercing ice blue. Oh yeah, this cop was very handsome. Those broad shoulders and rippled torso made me press my thighs together tightly. Hell, I could see his sculpted pecs and abs from how tight his dark blue uniform was on him.
"Hmm let's see," I started cutely, trying desperately to come up with something clever as I wrapped my tongue around the lollipop in a slow teasing manner. I eyed him darkly.
"You stopped me, because you wanted my phone number right?" I asked sensually.
That totally earned me a smile. A gracious view of his sharp, perfect, and white teeth. Wow, if I could've met a man with some well pronounced canines everyday like this one, I'd be a happy girl. I silently bet myself that he was off the market. I batted my lashes once as an excuse to glance nonchalantly down at his left hand. Hm, no ball and chain, not even a tan line. Hm gay? Kami, I hope he was at least bisexual. I glanced at his chest to read the golden name tag.
"Was that why, Officer Kouga?"
Officer Kouga chuckled deeply, "Unfortunately that isn't the case. Now listen honey, I clocked you going well over the speed limit and it's 65 around here. I'm gonna have to ask for your license, registration, and proof of insurance."
He spoke casually to me with his deep raspy voice, also adding another blinding smile. Mmm, I loved how strong the timbre of his voice was. With a click of my tongue I began fumbling through my purse, but eventually came up with two out of the three proofs needed. I didn't have the car insurance, ouch.
With a solemn sigh I handed them to the officer and began to explain. "I have insurance, really I do. I just don't know where my card is." I lied in a small sexy voice. I watched as he glanced over my license and gaped slightly.
"Ayame Yakuchiki as in, Yamada Yuhie Yakuchiki? Owner to one of the most notorious hotel branches in Japan?" He asked in amazement.
"Mhmmm, that's my grandfather." I said nonchalantly tapping the steering wheel.
"Well Miss Ayame, insurance is mandatory anywhere you go. Your grandfather should have taught you that. I'm afraid I have to write you up for this. I'm sorry, but it's more than a five hundred dollar fine. I can waive the charge if you provide me proof that you are insured." The Officer said dutifully.
The whole time the office was telling me this, I couldn't help but gawk at how damned good he looked in that dark blue uniform. The way his shoulders stretch the wool fabric across themselves; how the short sleeves revealed his ripped forearms and his muscular upper arms. I imagined those strong arms wrapped around me, grabbing me in a hot embrace. My skin felt like it was on fire, I bit my bottom lip and rubbed my thighs together slightly. This cop was definitely a treat for my eyes.
"Miss Yakuchiki?" I heard him voice.
"Ayame. Do you understand?" He tried again.
I wasn't even sure of what he truly said. I just nodded idiotically and watched him turn around and head back to his car. Sweet kami such a sculpted ass, ooh! Perfect and tight when he switched. Boy, I just wanted to get out of the car and slap it.
Kouga went back to his car and took a few minutes, doing something. He was probably filling out a report. I watched in the rear view enticed by his strong shoulders flexing as he wrote on his clipboard. I figured he was writing out a ticket, then I remembered I was supposed to be using my hots to get out of this mess, not fantasizing about jumping his sexy bones. I knew it was bad, but he just had that type of whip appeal that worked on me. I was snapped out of my fantasy when he got out of his car, walked back over and leaned down near the window.
"Ne Officer, onegai," I started in my most sweet voice.
"Is there something kind of deal we could work out? If I promise not to do it again…will you let me off the-" But he interrupted me, and did so in his official police voice.
"Deal? Sounds like you're offering me a bribe . You know,that's a serious offense don't you? Know what, I'm going to need you to step out of the car, now!"
"Bribe!? Chigau! You've misunderstood me!" I fuddled out, completely surprised by his accusation.
"You out-of-towners always think that you can bat your little eyes, and you'll get out of trouble. Well not today! These are my roads, and I'll show you how we do things out here in Hiro! Get out of the car!" He said in such a forceful tone that I jumped.
I missed the car handle twice, my heart went million miles per hour. Adrenaline kicked in, nervousness boiled in the pit of my stomach, and bile rose in the back of my throat. As I reluctantly got out of my ride I attempted to explain myself again, however my words only fell on deaf ears. Kouga's rough hands took hold of my shoulders, he spun me around so fast my head whirled, and he shoved me harshly up against my car. I gasped loudly, in a state of shock at how unreal this was.
"You've got it wrong you know!" I exclaimed and grunted against the window. This wasn't how it was supposed to be!
"Careful, I'd hate to damage your pretty skin," he whispered in my ear deeply.
"I need to check your person for weapons and illegal substances."
I was wearing tight black pleated mini skirt that accentuated every curve down, and ended just past my bottom. Not wanting any ugly lines from boy shorts I chose to go with a sexy red thong this morning at home. I had a lacy black bra under my red tank top. There was no place for me to hide a weapon or anything like that!
"But officer I don't have a weap-" I began, but the officer cut me off with a growl.
"Hands up against the car and spread those legs!" He barked with an amatory growl.
I jumped at his rough rugged tone of voice and, for some reason the words "Spread those legs" made me realize just how real this situation had become. I moved into the position he wanted me in. It frightened me, I had seen many bad snuff films, with girls in this exact position. I leaned forward onto the trunk of my car, accidently causing my dress to slide up, which probably gave him a small view my backside because I could feel the cold bite of the air rushing across me.
I growled when he forced my left leg farther apart from the other, which nearly caused me to lose my balance. I slid further down onto the trunk and tried to balance myself on my pumps. Koga leaned down behind me and started his search of my body by slowly placing one of his hands just above my knee. I bit my lip when his palm brushed my inner thigh, and the other followed suit on the outside. His hands crept all the way up my legs, until his thumb brushed the apex of my thighs.
"Stop!" I yelled at him and jerked my bottom out of his grip.
"Shouldn't a female be conducting this instead of you?"
"Afraid we don't have any lady officers out here in ol Hiro. Tell you what sweet thing, if you don't quiet down, I can arrange for a body cavity search. How does that sound to you Miss. Yakuchiki?" Officer Kouga asked with a hint of eroticism in his voice.
He looked up at me as I shook my head unfavorably. I knew what that meant, and the thought of any guy sticking his fingers where they didn't belong was out of the question.
I forced myself to remain silent as he moved his hands to my other thigh and repeated the motion. This time he was going much slower, allowing me to feel as he moved both hands up and then slowly down my right thigh. His hands paused at the top of my thigh so he could brush his lengthy fingers against my thin panties.
"You're doing that on purpose!" I cried as I glanced over my shoulder at him. I prayed another car would stop, but there were none in the vicinity. I really hated being way out here in the middle of nowhere.
"So what if I am?! I'm the law and you will obey me!" He barked again making me tremble against his touch.
Kouga's hands continued back down my thigh and repeated the actions like before. I wondered if he thought he had fucked something up the first time until, I felt his fingers below my skirt, then I wished he was done. However it was clear that this officer was just getting started.
This had to have been the worst day I had ever known!
End chapter.
Notes: I guess Ayame knows what it feels like to have her own balls to the wall!
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