I woke up today to the sounds of gunshots.

One of my 'friends' was killed on the job.

When our boss found out, he sent the next highest-ranking girl to live in my apartment.

I don't even know what happened to that girl's body.

Will that be my fate?

To die without one person caring that I'm not around anymore?

Will someone even give me a proper burial?

I guess I shouldn't put much more thought into it…

Boss told us that a big company from Japan is flying in today.

He's letting only us top-ranking women by that area.

Maybe I'll be lucky tonight…


Flight from Tokyo, Japan to New York city, U.S.A.

"Still typing away at your computer?" Inutaisho poked his head over his first-class seat and bugged his oldest son.

Silence.

"Fine. Don't talk to your only father, your boss, and life-giver…"

Silence.

Inutaisho sighed and sat back in his seat, closing his eyes and listening to his son's typing.

"Would you care for a glass of wine, sir?" Inutaisho was brought to reality by the flight attendant's voice.

"Yes, please," he smiled at the woman as she stepped forward to ask Sesshomaru the same question which she received no answer to. "Just give him a glass, he doesn't normally respond to anyone."

The attendant smiled and mouthed 'thank you' and walked off to get their wine.

"If you act like that, you're never going to get a girl," Inutaisho said to his son, not even bothering to see if he was listening.

"It's a good thing I'm not trying then, is it?"


Boss said the flight was coming in at around ten tonight.

I was tempted to get a round in… but I can't risk missing a big opportunity.

Me and the other high-ranking girls are scattered about the route from the airport to the hotel boss said they were staying at.

I'm dressed like the best tonight.

I'm determined to make my own money tonight.


"I love New York…" another executive, Daisuke Ito, said as he looked out the windows as their limo drove down the street. "Isn't there an American saying... 'Whatever happens in New York- stays in New York'?"

"That's Las Vegas," Inutaisho laughed.

"Eh, whatever. Both are famous for their beautiful prostitutes…" Daisuke still looked out the window, hoping to spot his prostitute for the night.

"There are quite a few pretty girls here…" said the last executive, Kouga Sato.

"Stop the car! I see one…" Daisuke smirked as he got out of the car to get the woman.

Instead of bringing just one back, he brought two.

"Intend on being busy tonight?" Kouga raised an eyebrow at Daisuke.

"No, just paying you back for Hong Kong, my dear friend," Daisuke pointed for the blonde-haired girl to sit by Kouga.

Kouga smiled his wolf-smile and asked the blonde-haired girl in broken English, "What be you are name?"

"Kana."

"No last name?"

"It has no meaning."


She's right.

Last names have no meaning whatsoever.

I can't even bring myself to remember mine.

Anyways, here I am, just where I want to be- in a limo with big-time guys from Japan.

The guy who picked us up is most definitely from Japan.

Japanese looks, speaking horrible English… also speaking Japanese…

At least the new high-rank girl, Kana, got picked up too.

I need to make sure she gets paid her due…

I can't believe how rich these men are, and how gorgeous.

But of course I get the worst-looking one.

But he isn't so bad.

Maybe I'll pretend I got picked up by that silver-haired man… he's so quiet…so serene…


"Here we are," Inutaisho said in perfect English, surprising Kana and Rin.

Sesshomaru stayed silent as he rose from the car, following the rest of the group to the check-in desk.

"You're what named?" Daisuke asked Rin, still speaking horrible English.

Still, Rin got the point and told him her name quietly, just barely audible.

"You have no last name either?" Inutaisho asked.

"No. It doesn't matter."

Inutaisho sighed and cast a grimace at Kouga and Daisuke, feeling sorry for the two girls.

They checked in, grabbing their hotel cards and making haste to the elevators; which lifted them up the one of the highest levels, their penthouses, and into their separate rooms.

After being dazzled by the richness of the room, Daisuke's luggage came. Once his things were unpacked by a maid, he made all haste to get Rin into his massive bed, starting what Rin was meant to do.


Even I have not been with a man this rich.

If only he was that serene, handsome man from the car…

This man has no taste when it comes to bedroom ministrations, nor does he lay back and fully enjoy life…

I guess it doesn't matter, as long as I'm paid my due, he can do this however he wishes.

He finished, now lying beside me, he asked me to stay, on pay, of course.

He pulled his wallet out of his discarded pants and paid me what would cover a week's worth of men.

So I stay… just lying there, until I hear screaming and yelling from the room next door.

It's Kana's voice screeching, not in a way you'd expect (perverts), but in a way that said something was wrong.

So I quickly got up, leaving the sleeping Daisuke behind; I grabbed Daisuke's discarded shirt, wrapping it around myself, and went out the door to where the screams were coming from.

Soon after I came up to the door, a naked Kana came running out, followed by a red-haired woman and a half-dressed Kouga.

She was yelling in Japanese, and clearly angry with Kouga.

Soon, the few doors that lined the hallway were open and their owners were watching the drama unfolding.

Kana stood behind me, trying her best to hide her body from the spectators' looks and the red-head's wrath.

Then I felt Kana and myself being pulled into a room behind us, I feared that we might not come out of the room alive, but then I saw the silver-haired serene man block the door so the red-haired woman couldn't come in after us.


"That was Ayame, Kouga's wife," Sesshomaru spoke to the girls standing in his room, wide-eyed and shaking. "Here," he tossed an oversized sweatshirt at Kana.

After putting on his sweatshirt, Ayame decided to bang on Sesshomaru's door, yelling at them in Japanese.

Rin looked behind her and saw Kana, who was loosing all the color in her face. This isn't the first time a prostitute has been caught with a married man…

Then no color was left in Kana's features, and she fainted hard onto the ground.

"Um…" Rin kneeled down and checked to make sure Kana was relatively okay, then silently asked Sesshomaru for help.

He gracefully picked Kana up and walked into the adjacent room and set her on his bed. "You both can stay here until she wakes up and Ayame is gone," he spoke practiced English and left them both in his bedroom.

"W-wait!" Rin called after him and got up, pulling Daisuke's shirt more securely around her body. "She didn't get paid!"

Sesshomaru stopped and turned his head slightly to indicate he was listening.

"If she doesn't get paid…" she spoke more softly, "then we'll both get in trouble with our boss…"

He stood still then an annoyed expression came to his face, "Why should it concern me?"

Rin had tears in her eyes as she spoke, "Please… if she doesn't come back with her share of money… she could be p-punished."

He sighed, and then slowly turned around to fully face her. He stared her long and hard in the face, and once he was sure she wasn't lying and reached into his pocket to pull out a wad of American money, "Here."

Rin gave him a heavenly smile, a genuine, true smile, and took the money and said, "Thank you, thank you so much."


A/n: It's been awile, huh? Sorry...

Anyways... I was shocked at the reponse I got from the first chapter! I felt so loved! Just so you all know, Im not one of those freak writers that gets offended when people put a story on their alerts and don't review. Although, it is nice to HEAR what you think, but I take alerts and favs as compliments. So keep on adding this to your lists! hahaha...