A.N.: This is a request by TheAllSeeingWolf-195. So full transparency: as some of you know, I put up a poll to help decide who I'd do first. However, I…mistakenly deleted it and the results of said poll. I put it right back up, thinking I'd get the same result but you guys surprised me very much. So I decided to use the first winner of the original poll first and the winner of the second poll second will come after. I apologize to everyone who voted. It won't happen again.
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Warning: Lemon!

Chapter Two

The next day…

Putting on his masseur outfit, Ichigo tried to calm his shaking nerves. It'd been a nightmare the night before. He'd sat down with the SWA at the Hotel's buffet restaurant and had to answer their questions.

"So tell us, Ichigo," Captain Unohana said as she sat across from the boy, who was sitting nervously between Yoruichi and Rangiku, both of whom were grinning. "What brings you here?"

Ichigo gulped at the look she was giving him. Unlike most of the Soul Reapers he knew, Unohana was one of the more duty-bound. He didn't know how she'd react to him shirking his Soul Reaper duties. He'd hoped Kisuke had informed them that he'd be taking over for a while but apparently that didn't happen. "My boss hired me out here for the summer. I couldn't say no. Kisuke's keeping an eye on the town while I'm gone."

Unohana surprisingly gave him a nod, her smile calming him down. "Of course. You've your own responsibilities to attend to. And Rukia's replacement is more than enough to deal with Hollows."

Rukia looked at Ichigo with a raised eyebrow. "So tell us, Ichigo. What do you do here? You mainly do odd jobs, right?"

"Yeah. Usually I'm cleaning the pool showers or doing room service," Ichigo said, keeping his hands under the table.

But the crafty Yoruichi saw his hands and grinned. "Oh? What else?"

Ichigo blushed. "N-nothing!"

"Oh really?" She pointed below the table. "Then how come your hands are all oily?"

"Oh I've…um…well…"

To Ichigo's horror, his new boss, Aibara, came up from behind him. "It's good to see you getting along with your friends, Ichigo." She put her hands on his shoulders and looked around at the group of women assembled. "Would any of you like for Ichigo to give you a massage? I've trained him to become quite the masseur."

As Ichigo's face matched his namesake from having his other occupation exposed, many of the women gave him a dirty grin. "Really?" Isane asked, blushing as hard as Ichigo. "I uh…thought that you only had women who massaged?"

"Well I'll spare you the details but we hired Ichigo to give us an extra pair of hands. And from the comments we've been getting, he's quite good."

"Really?" Yoruichi grinned. "Then I'd like a massage tomorrow then. I want to see how good you've trained our dear Ichigo."

Aibara beamed. "Excellent. I'll make an appointment for you!"

Ichigo really wished he'd told Ikumi to go screw herself…

Ichigo's cellphone rang and he picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Ichigo," came the voice of Aibara. "I just wanted to remind you that you've an appointment with Ms. Shihoin in half an hour. Don't be late."

Click!

Ichigo took a deep breath as he mentally prepared himself. He knew that Yoruichi would milk this for as much as she could.

If only he knew how things would go…

Thirty minutes later…
Ichigo's Massage Room

The purple-haired werecat was waiting for Ichigo as he entered the room, dressed in a fluffy white robe. "Well hello there, Ichigo," Yoruichi said with a wide grin.

"Hey, Yoruichi," Ichigo smiled, trying not to show how nervous he was. "Did you sleep well?"

Yoruichi stretched, her golden eyes staring at the boy. "Like a baby. These beds are soooo much more comfy than the stuffy old futon Kisuke has. He really needs to learn to be more prudent when buying beds. "

Meanwhile, in Kisuke's shop, the exiled Soul Reaper sneezed…

Deciding to get this over with, Ichigo grabbed a jar of scented oil and poured it into a bowl. Holding the bowl, he turned around and walked over to Yoruichi, setting it down on the table. "Alright. Let's get started."

The dark-skinned woman smiled as she hopped off the table and untied the knot to her robe. "I can't wait…"

The robe fell away from Yoruichi, making Ichigo's eyes widened to their limit. Unlike the other women Ichigo had serviced, Yoruichi wasn't wearing anything underneath the robe! She stood in front of the teen, baring it all before him. True, she'd flashed Ichigo before but this time Ichigo was much closer and could appreciate all the woman's beauty.

Yoruichi looked like she'd been sculpted to perfection. Her round breasts jiggled as she shifted her footing, her dark nipples hardening in the room's cold air. Yoruichi smiled at Ichigo's embarrassed reaction, running a hand down her smooth stomach. Ichigo couldn't help but look lower to her crotch, her pussy crowned by a patch of trimmed purple hair.

After a moment of ogling Yoruichi, Ichigo remembered where he was and came back down to planet Earth. Bringing his eyes back up to Yoruichi's eyes, Ichigo frowned at Yoruichi. "You know, Yoruichi, you're supposed to wear something."

The naked woman gave the boy an innocent look. "Oh? But your boss said that nudity was perfectly fine!" she insisted.

Ichigo remembered what Aibara said and knew he couldn't tell Yoruichi to put something on. "Alright," he sighed, walking around the woman. "Lie down for me."

Happy to see Ichigo relenting to her being in her birthday suit, Yoruichi got onto the table and lay down on her belly. Ichigo moved to her side, trying his hardest not to stare at her naked round booty. Dipping his hand into the oil, Ichigo dribbled it onto her back. "This'll feel cold at first," he told her as he poured the oil down her back in a line. "But it'll warm up in a minute."

Yoruichi gave a tiny gasp when the cold oil touched her bare skin but quietly lay there. Her lips formed a wide smile as Ichigo put his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them. "Mmmhhh…" She figured that a swordsman like Ichigo would have much rougher hands but he was proving her wrong. Ichigo's sot hands worked her shoulders, relieving knots Yoruichi never even knew she had. "Mmmmhhhhh…"

Ichigo couldn't help but grin at Yoruichi's reaction. She'd always loved to tease him and now he got to return the favor. Grabbing more oil, he began to work his way down her back, just like Aibara showed him. Soon Yoruichi's smooth, dark skin glistened in the light. "How do you feel?" Ichigo asked as he pressed his hands on her lower back, unwinding another knot in her.

"Ichigo, I'm having you do this every morning when you get back," Yoruichi praised.

Once Ichigo had sufficiently massaged Yoruichi's back, he began to go to work on her legs. As he continued to massage the Flash Goddess though, his eyes would occasionally glance at her exposed rear. After all the teasing that Yoruichi had put him through, a growing part of Ichigo wanted to touch her ass.

Feeling a little hot, Ichigo took a deep breath. 'C'mon, Ichigo. Get a grip. You're on the job,' he told himself. Standing back, Ichigo wiped his hands with a rag. "Okay, Yoruichi. All done."

"Not yet, Ichigo. You haven't done my front," she reminded. Turning her head, her eyes noted the flushed look on his face as well as the tent in his white pants, a smile spreading across her face. 'Maybe this vacation will be better than I thought…'

Knowing that she was right, Ichigo gave her a nod. "Right. Sorry. Turn over?" he asked. His blush deepened when the dark-skinned woman turned over, showing her nude front to him.

Yoruichi winked at him. "If you keep staring, I'm going to have to charge you," she teased as she settled back down onto the table. "I'd have thought you'd be used to seeing naked women by now."

"Well… most girls are wearing a bikini when I massage them," Ichigo pointed out. Trying as hard as he could to stop staring at her breasts, Ichigo grabbed more oil and went back to work. Ichigo worked his way up her body, from her feet to the chest. All the while Yoruichi lay on the table, feeling herself becoming hotter as Ichigo's touch, mentally begging him to massage her breasts and her crotch. He loomed over Yoruichi as he massaged the front of her shoulders. His heart pounded as he stared at her naked body, trying but failing to keep dirty thoughts from running through his mind. "Almost done," he told her.

"Are we?" Yoruichi asked, smiling up at Ichigo. "What about you?"

"What do you mean?" Ichigo blinked in confusion as Yoruichi sat up and turned around.

"Well, you've been such a hard worker, Ichigo, it would be rude of me not to return the favor," the naked woman said.

Ichigo chuckled. "What? Are you going to massage me now?"

"Oh, I'm going to massage you alright," Yoruichi grinned before she palmed the huge tent in his white pants. "I'll be massaging this little guy."

Ichigo's eyes widened in surprise. "Youri-mmmh!" Yoruichi silenced him with a deep kiss, pulling him forward and wrapping her oily arms around him. Though he was initially surprised, Ichigo melted into his first kiss as Yoruichi slipped her tongue into his mouth. Yoruichi ran her hands through Ichigo's orange hair, the boy doing the same to her purple locks. When they pulled away there was a string of saliva still connecting them. "Yoruichi, I-"

The woman put a finger to his lips, shushing him. "I know it's unprofessional. But then, I'm not just a client. Consider this your payment for your heavenly massage. This room is soundproof, right?" When Ichigo nodded she grinned. "Then we don't have anything to worry about." Yoruichi would be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to Ichigo. And the massage he gave her didn't just make her relaxed; Ichigo had made her horny as well.

Pulling off Ichigo' shirt, Yoruichi pulled him into her embrace once more. This time Ichigo kissed her, laying her down on the table. Walking up to her side, Ichigo grabbed more oil and poured it over her breasts. Standing over her head, Ichigo grasped her firm melons and massaged them. The sound of Yoruichi moaning was music to his ears. His heart pounded in his chest as he touched Yoruichi. He knew he probably shouldn't be doing this but after getting up close and personal with her naked body and after enduring all her teasing he didn't care.

Seeing the tent in Ichigo's pants in front of her face, Yoruichi reached out and pulled down Ichigo's white pants, letting them fall to the ground. Ichigo's cock sprung to attention, Ichigo unable to control his raging hormones. The thick meatrod smacked Yoruichi in the face from his leaning position. Chuckling, Yoruichi stuck out her tongue and licked Ichigo's manhood. Ichigo felt a shiver run down his spine as the werecat licked his shaft, squeezing her breasts in retaliation. The woman spread her legs and reached down to touch herself as Ichigo pinched her nipples. Her pussy was already wet as her fingers rubbed her cunt, her mouth still servicing Ichigo's thick cock.

Ichigo looked down at Yoruichi who winked at him, opening her mouth wide. Getting the hint, Ichigo stood back and gripped his cock with his oily hands. Pointing the head of his cock towards her mouth, Ichigo guided it into her awaiting orifice.

"Ahhh…" Yoruichi hummed as Ichigo stuffed her mouth with cock. Gripping the table edges, she moved her head back and forth and started sucking the boy off. "Mmmmh!" she moaned, the thick taste of Ichigo addicting. Ichigo started to gently thrust into her mouth, his cock going deeper. Thankfully Yoruichi could suppress her gag reflex, her body tingling as Ichigo filled her mouth to her limit.

Ichigo looked down at the rest of Yoruichi's oily, glistening body. Eyeing her spread legs, Ichigo got a dirty idea. Dipping his hands into the bowl of oil, Ichigo led his oily fingers down her smooth belly until he reached her honeypot.

"Mmmmh!" moaned Yoruichi when Ichigo's wet fingers entered her pussy, giving her a massage from the inside. Her tongue licked the underside of Ichigo's cock, gagging a little as Ichigo continued to thrust into her mouth. Ichigo explored the woman's womanhood with his fingers, his first time touching a woman. He became more aroused as Yoruichi's wet walls gripped his fingers, trying to suck them even deeper.

"Yoruichi…" he moaned, fingering her faster. The feeling of a woman's mouth around his cock was absolute bliss to the virgin Ichigo. His inexperience showed when his balls starting to tighten.

Yoruichi too was beginning to lose herself. It'd been so very long since she'd been intimate, a hundred years of exile not really helping her sex life. Ichigo was touching spots that haven't felt good in eons. She was so close…

Together, both the masseur and his client orgasmed. Ichigo grunted Yoruichi's name as he came in her mouth. Yoruichi's cheeks bulged as hot sperm flooded her orifice. Ichigo was letting out so much Yoruichi could barely swallow it all. Her pussy squirted around Ichigo's fingers, soaking his hand in her juices as she came, her eyes rolling backwards and her toes curled.

Finally, the tidal wave of ecstasy that'd overwhelmed Ichigo died down and he pulled out of Yoruichi's mouth and his fingers out of her snatch. Swallowing the last of Ichigo's thick treat, the naked werecat sat up and took a deep breath. "Damn, Ichigo! You let out a lot! When's the last time you had a stress reliever?" she asked, nursing her sore throat.

Ichigo scratched the back of his head and chuckled. "It's been awhile. I've been busy."

Yoruichi looked down and couldn't help but smile. "I'll bet. You just came and yet you're still hard as iron." Getting a kinky idea, Yoruichi dipped her hand into the bowl of oil and lathered Ichigo's cock with the slippery substance. "Ichigo, there's one place you've yet to massage," she purred into his ear as he moaned from her slippery handjob. Once Ichigo was all nice and oiled, she lay back down on the table and pulled her legs back, offering herself to the Substitute Soul Reaper. "Why don't you come massage my pussy?"

If any part of Ichigo still wanted to back out of this, it died at the image of Yoruichi before him with her legs spread, her fingers spreading her pussy and showing him her pink hole. As if possessed by an outside force, Ichigo got up onto the table and put his hands on Yoruichi's soft thighs. He looked up at Yoruichi who nodded before he plunged his cock into her womanhood. The wet heat of a woman's pussy wrapped around Ichigo's cock as he thrust in and out with little resistance thanks to the oil. "Yoruichi! Oh!" he moaned, loving every second of it.

The Flash Goddess threw her head back and moaned lewdly as her pussy was invaded by Ichigo's manhood. She gripped the table hard as her pussy stretched around Ichigo's thickness. Ichigo's body became as oily as Yoruichi's as he leaned forward, pressing his chest against her oily front. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Yoruichi dragged her nails down Ichigo's back as Ichigo fucked her silly, her body craving his cock.

Ichigo was in heaven. He'd seen porn before but nothing compared to the real thing. He pushed until his manhood was fully buried inside Yoruichi's cunt, bottoming out her womanhood. The two moaned as Ichigo began to move, his cock slowing moving in and out of Yoruichi while he cupped her firm melons in his hands.

Their oily bodies rubbing together, Ichigo sped up his pace, his hips smacking against Yoruichi's. The woman arched her back as Ichigo hit her sweet spots, her body in full rapture. "Ohhh! Right there, Ichigo! Right there!" she cried out. The table shook as Ichigo's thrusts became stronger, the boy finding an erotic rhythm. He leaned down and pressed his chest into her bouncing breasts, giving a slight groan as her hardened nipples rubbed against his oily skin.

Yoruichi's golden eyes were glazed over as Ichigo ravaged her. When she first asked for Ichigo to massage her she'd only intended to tease him a little. This, however, was far better than she could ever have hoped. Her body tingled as Ichigo's cock slammed into her, tension beginning to build inside of her. "Oh! Ohhhh!" She reached down and rubbed her clit, sending jolts of ecstasy through her body. Finally, the pleasure was too much for the Flash Goddess to bear.

"OH FUCK!" Yoruichi cried out as she came, her vison fading to white. Her womanhood gushed around Ichigo's cock. Ichigo watched in naïve fascination as Yoruichi's face twisted with ecstasy, wishing he could drag out the moment longer to keep seeing her sex face.

But even he had limits and Yoruichi's pussy clamping down on him in an almost crushing vice pushed him to the breaking point. Pulling out of Yoruichi's cunt, Ichigo stroked his cock as he prepared to shoot his cum all over Yoruichi. "Ahhhh!" he groaned loudly as he came, covering her dark skin with his white cum.

"Mmmmhhh!" Yoruichi hummed, smiling as Ichigo came all over her. "That was amazing…" she breathed.

For a few minutes, the two were silent as they basked in the afterglow. Yoruichi sat up and kissed Ichigo's cheek. "That was a great massage," she whispered slyly. "I'll be sure to recommend that your boss doubles your pay."

Putting his clothes back on, Ichigo gave her a towel to wipe herself off and began to clean the table. "Yoruichi…"

Putting her clothes back on, Yoruichi patted his shoulder. "Don't worry. This will be our little secret." She kissed his cheek again before leaving the room. "Later, Ichigo."

"Later, Yoruichi." Ichigo watched her go, his skin still tingling from the memory of her body against his…

To be continued