Author's note: i had this plot in my head (again =.=) for so many days now... was just too lazy to type it out. lol

so i just hope you readers out there, sit back and just enjoy the story... more will come soon.


Prostitute

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I'm sure you know what a prostitute is. And what she does. I'm sure many of you think it's a dirty job or it's a immoral "career". But to me, it isn't immoral or dirty. To me, its just another job. A unique job with its quirks. At least it pays the bills.

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"How much?"

"Ara. It would be 10 000 yen for 2 hours."

A grunt and his beer breath contaminated the air around me. "That is expensive."

"I assure you. It would be worth every cent." A wink and my usual bewitching smile.

Another grunt and his dirty eyes roamed around my body. Then a wave of his hand to motion me to follow him.

Deal sealed…

I waved goodbye to my fellow friends whom are still waiting for customers and got into his dirty Toyota.

And this is how my job works.

Stand in the streets… look as pretty and sometimes coy as you can… wait for them to come up to you…. Add in a little mystery into your voice… it usually hooks those pigs up quickly… and go back to their place or love hotel and finish the job.

It is not as glamorous like artists or rewarding like doctors.

But it at least pays the bills.


I might be rich, but I'm not a brainless bitch.

I might have only 22 this year but I'm not inexperienced kid.

I might be next in line to be the next CEO but I'm not stupid enough to take up responsibilities yet.

I prefer my freedom.

I prefer my life without strings attached.

I like the way I live.

Parties, clubs, pubs, strip clubs, anything to keep me entertained from the cruel bitter world out there.

Whats wrong with it?

Those forms of entertainment keep me alive each night.

Free of worries, fears and commitments.

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"Hey Kuga!"

"What Nao?"

"Your mum called. She asked when would you be back home?"

I gave my famous bone chilling glare, but she already built immunity for it. "Tell her whenever I feel like it."

A shrug from that bloody spider and off she went, calling back my mum i bet.

A curse under my breath and I stood up from that comfortable seat. "I need to leave now."

"Aww… that's so soon Natsuki." Mai's fabulous bosoms heaved as she whined.

I rolled my eyes. "Its almost 4 in the morning Mai. And you of all people know my mum and the limits of her patience."

"Yes yes… go. I'll see you tomorrow night for Tate's pub opening."

"yeah.. I'll be there." With a wave, I left Mai and her new lover back on the couch eating their faces out.

My feet carried me back to my precious Ducati, safetly tucked in a corner and my fingers fumbled in my pocket. I think I had too much drink tonight.

After some fumbling around, the wanted keys were finally found and I managed to slot it in without any trouble.

Staring that engine, I put on my helmet and drove off into the night.

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After a couple of turns and busting some traffic rules, my eyes caught sight of a fight happening at the road side. A full grown man and a frail looking woman.

The poor lady was flung to the ground effortlessly and the burly man just would not stop hitting her. Her hair was all tangled as she tried to defend herself.

Where are the police when you need one? I growled to myself and I shifted my bike and sped towards that bastard. Somehow that ass managed to dodge my Ducati at the very last minute and I landed perfectly between the couple. Thank god it was an ungodly hour in the morning… Few souls were lingering on the streets, and much fewer souls are even sober enough to catch what happened.

"What the hell? Are you trying to kill me?"

My face cringed in my helmet as his horrible stench managed to penetrate through.

"No. I was just trying to stop an asshole from hitting a woman. Don't you know that it is wrong to hit a woman?"

"What I do to her is none of your business!" he screamed and fists clenched.

My eyes behind the visor squinted in annoyance. "That is true. But I just can't stand the sight of assholes like you who don't respect woman!" and with that, I landed a swift punch into his windpipe, knocking him unconscious.

"You alright?" I pulled off my helmet and extended my hand to the object of my mini rescue mission.

"Y-yes. Thank you." She took my hand and stood up. Without a second word, she moved towards the bastard who was out cold and dug his pockets. "Ara. There it is." She pulled out a crumpled 10000 yen bill from his wallet and stuffed it into her purse.

After throwing back that black overused wallet back to the man, she turned around and bowed low. "Thank you once again. He was going to run away without paying."

"Paying? For what?" my eyebrows rose in confusion.

"For… my services."

"Services?" she lost me but… "Anyways. Take care."

"Wa-wait!"

I ignored her call out as I put my helmet back on and drove back home.

Nothing as eventful as that had happened on the rest of the journey back.

But all I could think of as I swept the streets were those ruby red eyes.


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