A/N: Okay, this is definitely not the same as "Dark" – totally different ball game, and totally different plot. It's a little more "mature" so to speak. You'll get to see how it develops as it goes, and as an extra I'm posting Chapter Two as well :-) This story is totally and completely original, and I can't quite remember just where I came up with it. It just popped into my head one day, and boom, I was writing. So far there are 17 chapters, and I'm pretty sure it's going to end up longer than Dark
Suggested listening: Marques Houston "I Like That"
Chapter One: Drop, and let me see you bring it back up top
Kurosaki Ichigio sat in his office, his feet on the desk, mud dripping off of his expensive Hugo Boss suit hem as he flipped through his copy of the Wall Street Journal. His secretary, Rukia, sat on his desk, her pencil skirt riding up to show an excessive amount of skin, her long legs in fishnet stocking and Prada pumps, a gift from her extravagant boss, her white blouse unbuttoned to reveal a nude see through lace bra of the push-up demi cup variety.
Her tortoise shell reading glasses slid down her nose as she glanced at Ichigo, who had been watching her breasts from heavily lidded eyes since she had entered the room earlier that morning. She smirked, her finger trailing down her collar bone to the pearl necklace strung there, dipping low into her cleavage. Standing up, she stretched, a few of her buttons popping loose as she casually redid them, pretending not to notice as her boss sat his paper down and watched her intently, like a cat stalking its prey.
Yawning, she turned to walk into her office, her rear end swaying seductively as she slid the pencil from behind her ear to check off the clipboard in her hands, only to find herself suddenly pinned against a rock hard body, her hair coming loose from its bun as her skirt was hauled up her legs to reveal her thigh highs and garter belt, lace panties peeking from beneath the fabric, a hot hand sliding up her inner thigh causing her to hiss in pleasure.
A sharp rap on the open doorway caused Ichigo to almost drop Rukia, her pumps falling willy nilly as her ass hit the floor, her eyebrows angry as she looked up into the eyes of her older sister, Hisana, her A-line wrap dress in vibrant red and patent black leather pumps making her look like something out of a dominatrix film.
"I see you're getting a lot done today Mr. Kurosaki…namely, my sister." She growled, her hand shooting out to help Rukia up, as she mumbled to her to fix her skirt. She sat down in the chair opposite his large mahogany desk as her sister rubbed her behind out in the office waiting room, her skirt still exposing far too much thigh for Ichigo's liking.
Sighing, Ichigo dropped into his chair and stared at the stiff in front of him. Unlike Rukia, Hisana was the biggest bitch on Wallstreet. She was a lawyer, and a good one, having gotten several monetary scandals solved underneath the public's nose away from publicly exposing her client's inequities and fraudulent claims. Her money had made her rich, and her riches had made her even more anal, especially about her little sister Rukia. Barely out of college with a degree in business, Hisana placed her inside the Shinigami firm hoping that she would gain valuable experiences concerning the corruption of the business world. Instead, she'd come back two weeks later to find her giving Kurosaki Ichigo a blow job behind his desk while he smoked a cigar, a glass of brandy next to his decanter.
It had made her sick.
If monetary scandals were big news, it was another thing to have an inter-office scandal break out. If there was one thing that Hisana couldn't stand, it was inter-office romance. You couldn't climb anywhere in the corporate world if a guy thought you were an easy pair of tits and booty.
"Seriously, Hisana." Ichigo said with a smirk, "Your sister enjoys being done. I wouldn't make it such a big hassle every time you come in here. Remember, I pay your bills as well."
Hisana shut up, her hands clenched tightly on her black leather briefcase, her knuckles white as she ran her perfectly manicured nails over her stenciled initials set deep in the leather. "Well at least I know there are finer things in life."
"Finer than what?" Ichigo said with a smile, his grin widening as he looked her over.
Hisana growled menacingly and Ichigo held up his hands in an expression of innocence, his tongue sliding over his canine as he flipped the Wallstreet journal to its front page, a large black and white picture of a very handsome looking man in a polo shirt and khakis at a golf-tournament adorning the page.
"I have a job for you." He said, his grin widening. "Do you know who this is?" His finger slid over the face of the man, the ink staining his palm.
"That's Kuchiki Byakuya…" she replied, her eyes glancing at Ichigo warily. "Why is it that I don't think I like the sound of this, already?"
"Well, my job is for you to infiltrate his company under the guise of a friendly merger of business." Ichigo stated, reaching for his coffee.
"Infiltrate?" Hisana gulped, her fingers treading lightly on the brief case in her lap.
"Kuchiki Industries is getting too out of hand, they're starting to monopolize their stocks…and I want their algorithm." Ichigo said with a smirk. "You're job is to capitalize on their weakness for swallowing up smaller enterprises like ours. You should know by now that Shinigami is a company of limited means, and I will use any reason to get to the top, Ms. Hisana."
"And how do you suggest that I get this algorithm?" Hisana replied, her eyebrows raised.
"Seduce Kuchiki Byakuya." Ichigo replied, "Get his algorithm, and I'll give you an extra hundred grand when you succeed."
Hisana was speechless. She fiddled with her briefcase even more, looking up into Ichigo's eyes. "I think you should go offer your…services today, as it comes to me." He said with a purr.
Hisana stood up in her chair and walked right out, her feet clashing on the hard wood floors as Ichigo smiled devilishly from behind his desk, propping his feet up once more.
"Rukia," he called, hitting the button on his intercom. "Get me Abarai Renji at Kuchiki Industries."
"Of course."
"And when you're done, come into my office." Ichigo purred, his fingers sliding over the hand set.
As the phone rang, Ichigo smiled even wider, his finger wrapping in the cord. "Oi, Renji?" he said, as the secretary on the other end of the line redirected him with a "Thank you for Calling Mr. Kurosaki…"
Renji picked up, his voice irritated. "Who the hell is this?" he snarled, "it better be good!"
"How's my favorite Vice President?" Ichigo laughed, listening to Abarai fume on the other end.
"By the way," Ichigo replied, "She's on her way."
Renji sighed in relief, his head hitting his desk. "Fantastic…I hope she'll do."
"It'll be fine, trust me," Ichigo laughed, "Now the game is to see if he can resist."
A/N: My musical inspiration for this fic (if you can call it inspiration, not totally sure there) was "Clubbing Music", at least the kind I hear downtown :-) I actually like this song a lot, you'll see mostly R&B and Rap, some blues/funky stuff that I just keep on my playlists for fun.
Yeah yeah yeah
Drop.. and let me see ya bring it back up top
She's hot like a boiling pot
On tha stove like wove here we go (here we go)
I got me a piece of ya block tonight
and I'm leaving with somethin hot tonight
She isn't got tonight
Stop... you thought I lost ya
It'll cost ya
what I say ya get toss ya
24's on tha whip I stay floss ya
She wanna hang wit tha stars so I showed her my bracelet