Thanks for reading and reviewing guys! I'm glad you all took the time to read this.

Konetsu! Konetsu! You reviewed! djgthjsgjklrhtjwrkht

That was my INITIAL reaction. I know you review many other stories so it shouldn't have felt so special... I get my ideas on the fly, and/or at Fakku! I ain't ashamed!

Cynic: OTP stands for "One True Pairing" meaning you don't accept any other pairing with either characters aside from a specific one. In my case, I find it appalling to see Miku and Luka with someone who isn't Miku and Luka. For example, if I see Miku paired with Kaito or Len or [Not Luka], it makes me mad.

But anyway here we go, chapter two! Mind you there are some strong sexual stuffs happening in the beginning. Wink, wink, nudge nudge.

Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid. Sorry, this is the last time I'll repeat it.

Dreams

"Please, no!" she yelled in muffled agony, the gag doing nothing to hold in her belated moans and cries every time the paddle came down onto her backside. Luka pressed her forehead against the mattress, trying to peel herself away from the pain, but couldn't find the strength to. Her feet were tied to the posts at the end of the bed anyway, any attempt to get away from the dominatrix was useless.

Breathing fanned her hair from her ear, a sultry, light voice turning deep from lust and pleasure licking her skin. "Is the slut trying to get away from me?" the younger girl hissed, harshly taking her lobe between her teeth, breaking the skin just enough to make a little blood trickle down. She happily lapped it up, hands working across Luka's back to tie her hands.

Luka's back arched when she felt the girl stand above her, one of her heels stabbing at the thin sheets while the other prodded at her soaked panties, enough so they were nearly penetrating her through the fabric. "You dirty whore," she laughed. With a snicker, she pulled at the pink hair gently, in a way Luka didn't feel herself being pulled back until she was nearly bending in a perfect forty-five degree angle. She was glad

A black glove smelling like her juices ran down her cheek, pressing the gag in her mouth like a button. "Now cum for me, since you want this," she stressed the word while pressing into her again, Luka shuddering with a muffled moan, "So fucking much."

Ripping off her panties, she literally used her heel to stroke at Luka's clit, twisting it and adding pressure to the spot she knew would make her go mad. Luka screamed and thrashed, trying to grip the sheets but failed, receiving a short, sharp whipping to her back.

Her eyes started to roll back the moment she felt the heel rub against her faster, the sound sending her in a smooth ride of pleasure. Luka knew she was going to cum – she could feel it, she could feel it and it felt so good, even when her legs were pulled apart, revealing everything she had to offer down below.

Legs bent, back arching and her vision disappearing, Luka literally let out an ear-splitting scream when the heel barely slid into her before stopping. "Beg for it, bitch," she laughed, watching as Luka wriggled around on the bed to get some friction, small moans and groans of frustration coming from her mouth.

She mumbled something unintelligible, looking up at her with pleading teal eyes. The sweat dripping off her chin made her seem a lot more desperate, and the girl in black frowned with an uninterested look, pressing her whip against her shoulder as if she was watching her finished product.

Luka, however, needed release. Her body was aching, convulsing and begging in all the ways she knew to get it.

"Miku!"

Luka shot up from her bed, in a complete frenzy while she jumped out of the warm, wet sheets, shuddering at the cold breeze hitting her skin. "Damn... what a dream..." she mumbled, voice still thick with abandoned sleep. She shook her head and slid back into her bed, gagging at the sickly sweet smell coming from one spot in particular.

It was large, dark, and wet. She didn't wet the bed, but she did end up cumming in the real world to compensate for her dream self's torture. Pressing her thighs together, Luka felt dirty at the small, nearly inaudible squelching noise her panties made, and immediately stomped over to her dresser for a clean pair. However, something stopped her in her tracks.

"Miku...?" she questioned, pondering the abysmal dream she just had. The name sounded familiar, although the only link she could find was her boss, Mikuo.

She froze, her mind flashing to a certain teal-haired daughter she saw earlier in the day, completely out of place in the crowd of older women. Luka shook her head and scoffed, "No way." There was no possible way she just had a wet dream about not only a normal high school student when she was out of that age range, but Mikuo's daughter? She wasn't that desperate.

Nodding, Luka threw her soiled panties into the hamper full of dirty clothes, making a mental note to wash them later on. Looking down at her lower body, she bit her lip, feeling the unrelenting heat come back in full force. Her fingers itched to dive in, to feel her inner core's warmth. She flashed back to her dream, and literally felt herself aching for that heel to touch her again.

"Damn it. Damn it, damn it!" she yelled, jumping back into bed without that new pair of panties or her pajama bottoms. The feeling of her blankets rubbing against her skin, heat forming immediately made her breathing become a lot more ragged than it should have. Blushing even though nobody was there, Luka let her legs open wide and nearly screamed when her fingers touched a centimeter of her clit. It was throbbing, and swollen and begging for attention. She couldn't believe it.

No matter how many times a day she had (safe) sex, Luka had never needed release so much in her life. All the men and women she slept with did nothing to arouse her as much as this dream with an imaginary girl did. She hissed in relief, her fingers gently rubbing, moving like she was playing on a piano across her womanhood.

Luka let out a dragged out, hefty breath, beads of sweat rolling down her legs. It hadn't even been five minutes. Closing her eyes, she went back to imagining how her dream could have ended, with Miku throwing off her heels, grabbing her hips and thrusting her fingers deep inside her, not letting her adjust one moment to the feeling.

She moaned, kicking at the blankets, biting her lip and cheeks until they were raw, eyes going wide. Miku would lick at her neck and bite and chomp until there wasn't a single pale spot left, leaving her to deal with the embarrassment the next morning.

"Ah, Miku!"

Luka widened the space between her legs until her thighs couldn't move any more, giving her the perfect angle and access to her most sensitive spot. Upon hitting it, her body convulsed, the mirror making it look like she was having a seizure under the covers.

The blankets in her mouth made her tongue go dry, but she didn't dare let the neighboring apartment hear her, knowing how loud she was about to get. Luka's eyes closed instinctively, and her body relaxed, moaning going from loud, desperate breaths of air to smooth, sensual noises.

Then, it was gone.

Her body froze, hips lifting and mouth opening wide for a final scream of pleasure, although nothing came out. It was like time itself had frozen. Her hand escaped from the warm, sticky abyss into the cold air, bringing Luka back to reality now that the mindset of release was gone.

She stared at the ceiling, feeling defeated and disgusting, especially at having gotten off by the thought of some random girl she dreamt of. "I'm sick," she spat, glaring for a bit before it smoothed out into a smile and she chuckled at the irony of her statement.

"So, how are you liking this place so far?" Miki inquired, tilting Miku's chin up to meet her eyes. In her eyes, she was simply asking a question, considering the tealette was isolated from the others and opted to read. Her first thought was: who reads in a BDSM building? So she felt inclined to make Miku feel welcome. In a bystander's point of view, it looked like she was flirting with the girl.

Miku looked away for a second to think of an answer, as if anything but a lie would tip her off. She smiled, "It's good. I can't believe dad lives here." Fiddling with the book in her hands, she looked away and let her eyes dart from object to object.

Haku squirmed in disgust at the sight and avoided watching the two, knowing how Miki got when she was interested in someone. "Don't you think it's gross?" she whispered to Meiko, who swiped at her phone continuously, looking to engrossed in what pictures people were posting than what was happening in front of her.

Located in the very, very far back of the building, they were all in the break room, which served more of a mini house of their own design. While the lounge offered snacks and drinks and was available to both employees and customers, the break room had a fridge, some sofas instead of plain chairs, and even a futon set in the corner. The lights were dimmed for comfort, jazzy music played and there was even a little bonsai tree sitting in the middle of the room. Overall it was fit for a comfortable time away from all the adult action.

"I don't see how you can think it's gross," the brunette commented, rolling her eyes while locking her phone. "When some of your appointments are female."

Haku shrugged, "Yeah, but that's me just role-playing. Real life... uhh," she shuddered and stuck her tongue out, standing to stretch. With a yawn, she patted down her fluorescent blue shirt and headed for the door. "I have a very, very hot guy coming in ten. I'll see you later." With that, Haku darted off with a hopeful look on her face.

"So, is there anything specific you're looking to do while you're here, at least?" Teto blurted, her tone making Miku flinch in fear. Miki immediately berated her for it before Meiko could even move her lips, and she smirked in amusement, especially when she saw an exhausted Luka coming in.

The glass door opened with a slam, Luka's red eyes a clear sign of either sadness or irritation, or both, mixed in with the lack of sleep. "You won't believe the dream I had," she started, slapping her knees, "It was like my role was switched, and I was the one being submissive to a girl named Miku... and damn, I had never... had such a sexy dream. Like, I have no feelings for Mikuo whatsoever, much less if he was a woman... why are you pointing?"

Meiko could hardly contain her laughter. Sitting across the room with a horrified look on her face, eyes wide, cheeks red, and hands nearly ripping her book at the spine, was Miku. Luka stared at her like she was an unwanted guest, although a small flicker of realization ran through her eyes.

"You did get to introduce yourself, right?" Meiko asked, feeling the need to laugh until her lungs popped. Simply watching Luka turn into a stiff board got her chuckling, and when Miki looked down at Miku and back at Luka, jumping with a gasp, Meiko lost it.

Miku stood up and hurried out of the room, jacket flopping about behind her and red ears poking out from her hair. Miki quickly ran after her, but not before giving Luka a look. "I didn't know!" Luka yelled into her hands, groaning in anger. She knew something was odd about that name, and everything she did after she woke up suddenly came back to her. She shuddered and gagged a few times.

The brunette simply slapped her shoulder with a sigh, "Just admit she's hot." Even she wasn't that stupid; if anyone even denied the young girl's looks, they were clearly blind to attractive women.

"She's decent looking."

Stupidity, thy name is Megurine.

"I don't know, mom," Miku sighed, wiping away any more embarrassed tears she had, not wanting to sniffle while on the phone. She was seventeen now – she was old enough to not cry over petty things. "The girls are just weird – no, you don't need to do that... yes, I know. He's good. Yeah, nice too."

Orange leaves sat behind the brown building, grass covering a small part of it before going downhill into an aqueduct. It wasn't the worst area, but it also wasn't very aesthetically pleasing back there. Miku kicked a few of the leaves, watching as they shimmered in the sunlight, then fell flat. "No, but there is one. Her name is Miki. She's pretty nice. … I'm not gonna ask her that!"

Hands covered the teenager's eyes, catching her off guard and forcing the phone to fall to the ground, Miku gasping in fear. The creep didn't say anything, but Miku could already tell who it was by the way their hands gently held her face. "Miki?"

"Nice!" Miki giggled, stepping back to allow some breathing room. Miku laid a hand to her chest and threw a few leaves at the redhead after retrieving her phone. "What are you doing out here?"

Holding the phone back to her ear and lifting her index, Miku tried to find a way to hang up, no matter how much she loved her mom, sometimes she went overboard with conversations. It often made things like these phone calls last much more longer than they had to. "Ehh... I have to go, mom... yes... yes... l-love you too..." she blushed and turned from the smirking Miki, nodding and mumbling something before slamming her phone closed.

"Aww," the older girl gushed, jumping onto Miku's back to crush her in a reverse hug. "So! What was that all about? You know, with Luka?" she asked, twirling her finger through one of Miku's twin tails.

The tealette softly shrugged her off, feeling their closeness a little too awkward for comfort. "Nothing, really..." she trailed off, rubbing her shoulder along with a soft bite of her lower lip. "She just... had a dream, about me?"

Miki nodded with a hum, stretching her arms out as if she was ready for a run. "Well, Luka sometimes... enjoys her job a little too much. I think it's pretty adorable. You never know who's coming in until they get here, so maybe seeing someone as cute as you made her go completely crazy!"

Blushing, Miku scuffed her feet against the ground, looking up at Miki with an innocent gaze. "Do you have to stress that I'm cute?" she asked, touching her cheeks with the back of her hands, hoping it would cool down her burning skin. Miki was exceptionally pretty, especially with the way her eyes were shining with the late morning sunlight hitting them.

"Hey! You have an appointment, dammit!" Luka yelled from the corner, sounding extremely annoyed. Miki jumped from Miku with a surprised look on her face, throwing her arms behind her back to smile at the approaching pink-haired woman. The two could literally see the red steam pouring from her ears. "Now go! We've called for you forever!"

Miki groaned out loud, "I don't want to! Miku-chan, wait for me my darling!" She reached her arms out for Miku, but could only cry out dramatically at the sight of her frightened expression. With a fake wail, Miki ran down the side of the building and around the corner, winking ever so slightly before disappearing, leaving Luka and Miku alone in the back.

"Uh... hi?" the teen mumbled, cheeks going red, her mind going back to what Luka had said inside. She watched her turn around with her mouth opened wide, arms going up a little in a defensive stance. "I... I'm Hatsune Miku..."

She could hear Luka gulp a little, which made her heart race a little. It was suddenly awkward, especially when she realized Luka had found her with Miki. "Megurine Luka," the older woman huffed, looking away with a glare. She stuck her hands in her pockets, looking down at the conflicted Miku. Sighing, she stuffed a hand in her bangs, covering her eyes for a second, "Look. I don't really care if you are the daughter of my boss. Don't go looking for trouble like a typical annoying teenager, I can't afford to lose this job because of some brat."

Miku gasped in horror, her timid aura disappearing once she fully took in Luka's words. Clenching her teeth and fists, Miku suddenly had it with the way everyone was treating her like some little kid who didn't know left from right! When Luka turned away to leave her, she ran to keep up and spun backwards, keeping her eyes locked with Luka's. "Is there a specific reason you're so... mean to me?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Mean?" Luka scoffed, turning the corner and watching as Miku did the same with a determined look on her face. She sighed and pushed her aside as she opened the door, not bothering to leave it opened for the other girl. "I'm not mean, I'm just blunt, kid."

"Whatever! Just... try to get to know people before you judge them, you jerk!" Miku yelled, stomping out of the main lobby and down the hall to her room, letting the slam of her door resonate throughout the building. Miki poked her head out from her room with a concerned expression, then slightly glared at Luka before going back in.

Sighing, Luka felt both embarrassed and annoyed. She hadn't even talked to Miku for more than ten minutes, and yet here she was, being looked at as the bad guy. "I have work to do," she mumbled, walking the opposite direction Miku went, throwing her hand across the wall fountain to cool off her skin. She passed the empty lounge, a few closed doors and slid into her work room, looking at her wardrobe hanging on the wall and her phone at the same time.

Her new customer was, unfortunately, a middle-aged man who wanted her to use sharp objects on him until he was left bleeding everywhere, which was scary. Luka looked at her tools, picking out a razor, her infamous whip and a collar-handcuff pair with sharp metal studs on the inside to stab at whoever wore them.

Smirking, Luka felt the day's annoyances drift from her body the moment she let her gloves touch her skin, the cold leather soothing her. For once, she was looking forward to seeing an older man underneath her.

"Come on, dad," Miku huffed, stabbing her food with anger, glaring at the way the juice slid out of her meat, "She was a total bitch."

Mikuo sighed and shook his head, running a hand through his hair. He stared at the way Miku was hunched over, her shoulders inverted like she was ready to cry, although that image was broken with her furrowed eyebrows and angered teal eyes. "First of all, language, Miku. Second, I want you to apologize to her," he ordered, trying to sound as serious as possible.

Unfortunately, when Miku's mouth dropped he was ready for an earful. This was why he never looked forward to Miku's teenage years. "Are you kidding?!"

"Miku–"

The cafeteria at this time of day wasn't very full, seeing as everyone was a little busy tending to their victims for the afternoon, and he was surprised to hear the door slam open, getting a small squeal from Miku.

Mikuo turned stiff, however, at the sight of Luka approaching them, looking just as angry as Miku was, if not furious. Mikuo wanted to grab his daughter and run, but that would make him look even more suspicious – that, and Luka would most likely try to kill him in his sleep if he did. He pursed his lips at a sudden thought, looking at the clock across the quiet area, showing Luka was supposed to be in a session with someone.

"What's wrong, Luka?" he asked, feeling something awkwardly frightening in the room. Miku tried to slide down her chair, hiding her face the closer Luka got to her. Mikuo felt a shiver go down his spine when a hand landed on the back of Miku's chair, Luka dangerously hovering over her until they were nearly locking eyes.

"Are you serious?" she hissed quietly, sounding like she was trying to hide all her anger in front of Mikuo. Miku shuddered and pressed her upper body against the metal table, making her dad a little more than worried, thinking she was ready to bust out in tears. Having been in his office all day, Mikuo knew nothing of Miku's apparent antics.

Suddenly, Miku leapt from her seat with a laugh, doing a victory jump while Luka was left standing there, a scowl on her face. "Did you seriously call in that guy, or was he full of crap?" she asked, taking a step closer to the laughing tealette. She forgot and didn't care that Mikuo, her boss, was sitting there just feet away from her, watching in awe as Luka was ready to pounce on his daughter.

"Oh, I did, he wasn't lying," Miku giggled, nodding her head. She shrugged, and watched Luka nearly crush the back of the chair in her grasp. "You're welcome, by the way," she added before slipping out of the cafeteria through the back door, Luka left standing there with an angry look on her face.

"Ugh!" she yelled, stomping away. She slammed the door on her way out, the vibrations making Mikuo shudder in his seat for a while.

He wasn't the perfect boss and let his employees get away with a lot of things, he figured, seeing as the thought of firing Luka never entered his mind. It was hard to blame her, especially when he heard that a 350 pound man wearing an oversized diaper sat in the waiting room and kept asking for Luka until they were closed. Apparently, Miku had booked her entire schedule with him with all sorts of requests, which left Luka no choice but to go home – Meiko had gotten an earful from the pinkette before she left, the brunette on the verge of tears when she was done.

When he went to bed that night, Mikuo had a feeling that something, both bad and good, would soon erupt between the two. Whether he would intervene or not was up to how funny he thought the situation was.

AN

LOL I had a blast writing the second half. The thought of Miku and Luka being enemies at first, especially since Luka is a dominatrix (which opens up some kinky punishments) made me realize I need some humor in this story.

So! Review, follow, favorite and more! I'll be hurrying to finish this next chapter, so stay tuned!