***DISCLAIMER AND WARNING*** I do not own any of the characters or stories of Ouran High School Host Club. This is a MATURE story, if you aren't into lemons I suggest you find another story. Thanks! :) P.S. This story does have a woman who gets paid to have sex with the hosts... it was just something I saw in my head and I ran with it... I understand that it is frowned upon in most societies, but this is an AU where things like this are somewhat ok. Thanks again for reading! :)

"So what is it you are offering?" Kyoya Ootori's glasses flashed as he pushed them up his nose.

I grinned, "everything."

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"What Miss Ayumu is trying to say, is that she is offering to cater to our host club."

The ginger twins looked at me curiously, "what do you mean, is she part of another host club?"

Kyoya pushed up his glasses, "of a sort, though Miss Ayumu's host club caters to everyone, for the right price."

The little brown haired girl fiddled with her boy's uniform as she looked from me to Kyoya and back. Haruhi, I believe her name was, furrowed her brow in thought. Suddenly a look of realization grew upon her face, before her expression twisted and she walked away.

I smiled at her retreating form as one of the twins spoke again. "So she's here to flirt with us, just like we do with the girls, is that it?"

I chuckled, "not really... I'm here to help you relax once your little club convenes."

I looked around at the boys; The tall, dark haired one was blushing, so I knew he knew what I was there for, but he seemed to be the only one. I sighed; I hated having to be blunt.

Kyoya saved me, "she's here to help us relax, and to teach us how to woo women."

I grinned, but it faltered when the tall blonde one asked, "there's other ways to woo a woman?!"

I shook my head and gave a mirthless "ha!" I shifted my legs and crossed one over the other, "Mr. Ootori, you'll pay me for my time tonight?"

Kyoya shifted uncomfortably, "yes, Miss Ayumu."

"Thank you. I'll be back tomorrow, same time."

"Goodnight, Miss Ayumu."

And I left.

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I opened the door to music room three, finding the host club alone and fidgeting. I grinned as I approached, "Mr. Ootori, you have a room prepared, I presume?"

Kyoya blushed slightly, which was odd. I'd never seen him blush, ever, not even when I told him what I was. Smirking, my eyes followed to where his finger pointed. A small door stood slightly ajar and I turned to the hosts. "Ok, who's first?"

"What are we doing?" I nearly slapped my hand to my face. I had hoped they'd figured it out by now. I decided to try a different tactic.

Smiling, I said, "do? We're going to do whatever catches your fancy. I'm here to do as you command, for your wish is my desire." I gave a Cheshire grin and walked into the room, swaying my hips and hoping beyond hope that one of them followed.

I explored the room, seeing it was sectioned off into four separate spaces. One was occupied by a large bed and a soft armchair. The next, a couch and cabinets filled with various bedroom toys. The third had a miniature classroom, and the last a small dungeon. It was perfect! Soon after I was finished looking around, I heard footsteps come through the doorway. Turning, I saw that one of the Hitachiin twins was standing behind me, a furious blush on his face.

From an outsider's point of view, it looked like a bunch of theatrical sets, but to the more practiced eye, it was something far more interesting. I smiled gently at the teen before me, "so are you here because you got the short straw, or because you wanted to be?"

The ginger gulped, "the second one."

I grinned, "curiosity can be so tempting can't it?" I brushed a hand over his cheek and he blushed further. Trying my best not to giggle at his innocence, I watched as he explored. I remembered his low voice and recalled that the twin named Hikaru was the one with the lower resonance. To test my theory, I called out, "Hikaru?"

The boy whipped around, "how did you know?"

I smiled and straightened his tie, "your voice is slightly lower in pitch than your brother's."

"N-not many people can tell us apart... even some of the other hosts have troubles still."

I smiled and watched as he sat on the bed, wiping his palms on his trousers. I sat next to him and he blushed, realizing for the first time that I'd closed the door behind him. I ran my finger over the shell of his ear, "now... what is it you want?"