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Chapter 11

Kagome murmured something to herself as she stared into the mirror. Her reflexion seemed to laugh at her. The paper boy disguise was put in place. Kagome had received a warning from the previous night that Sesshoumaru would be needing her assistance in the morning. Kagome had figured he would require this disguise.

Sesshoumaru waited in the small parlor room. The servants were still gone. Only Akane, Shiyo and the small stable boy were left to take care of this house. He crossed his legs, leaned back until he looked up at the ceiling and inhaled deeply. Peaches and honey met his nose and he sighed.

He'd never felt such a pull from a scent. Hers called to him, it begged and pleaded for his attention. He could've sworn it. The soft essence of peach followed by the sticky sweet honey made him want to lock her up in his room and never let her out.

He wondered what it would be like to wake up beside her. His nose nestled in the black locks. Her body softly tucked away against his with that small bottom against his pelvis. Sesshoumaru shivered at the thought, the fantasy.

The sound of footsteps made him stand up. He greeted Kagome in her paper boy disguise. It was too cute to pass up. She was always pouting in the clothes. Sesshoumaru loved it. He was easily seduced and tempted when she wore the usual dresses that showed off her rounded hips, long legs, and perky breasts. This way he could restrain himself. He was supposed to seduce her, not the other way around.

"What are we doing today?" Kagome asked, fixing the hat in order to hide a few stray bangs. She began to follow him as he headed towards the car out front. "And how did you know... about the teeth?" She returned.

Sesshoumaru shut the door behind him, nodding to the driver. "I already explained this to you," he grumbled under his breath, "you cared far too much about that boy to let him run around with rotting teeth."

Kagome sighed, "You got that from me?" She wondered out. That was information that couldn't be pulled from a first impression. At least, that was what she had thought.

Sesshoumaru only shrugged his shoulders in his seat. "You seem to worry a lot, and like to control things." The way he said it made Kagome think she'd just been insulted. She would choose to take it as a compliment.

Kagome watched as they headed into the city. These streets looked familiar to her. The bank she had gone to. The coffeehouse where she had questioned Kagura about the man sitting next to her. Her curiosity grew when they stopped outside of the brothel, hidden amongst the average looking townhouses.

"Why are we back here?" Kagome asked to Sesshoumaru, following him as they left. She caught a glare from the sun. It was almost sunset, and Kagome had spent most of the day running over scenarios of where Shippo could be.

"I want to question Honey about the missing prostitute you found out about," Sesshoumaru mumbled. "She didn't tell me about it, but she told you. I think she has a connection with you. She might even think of you like a... a son," he ventured. He adored the glare that she sent his way.

His smirk widened as he bent down and captured her forehead with a quick peck of his lips. "Don't pout so much, your forehead will wrinkle," he warned.

Kagome could only roll her eyes, but flushed at his teasing. "My reputation will spiral being in the same vacinity as you," she reprimanded herself.

Sesshoumaru's smirk lengthened impossibly, "Just wait until you're my mistress."

The sudden reminder of the deal she'd made slammed her back into reality. Without another word, she stiffly got out of the car. She would give herself to him once Shippo was found. He would tarnish her reputation, but she had no doubt he would give her a life of luxury. Even if it meant being called a whore.

"What am I trying to find out?" Kagome asked. She singled herself purposely, trying to see his reaction. He shot her a glance that told her he didn't approve of her wanting to question the prostitute alone.

"You are going to figure out if she left this brothel or was taken," Sesshoumaru informed her. "I am going to question Yura."

Kagome rolled her eyes when she spotted the small glimmer of lust in his eyes. "I'm sure she'll give in easily," Kagome muttered.

Sesshoumaru knocked on the door, but couldn't resist fondling Kagome's rear through the breeches. It sent a flush of embarrassment as Kagome whipped her head in each direction to make sure no one had seen the action. Sesshoumaru's devilish grin greeted her, "Of course she will. I'm her favorite customer."

Before Kagome could return his pompous remark, the door opened. The short madam greeted them. Once again, there was a cigarette hanging from between her short and chubby fingers. "Well if it isn't the dog himself!" Yura exclaimed, pulling Sesshoumaru in.

Sesshoumaru only tossed a look over his shoulder. It was a look that told Kagome that she was on her own.

Kagome sighed as she stepped into the familiar hallway. The lewd paintings, the dark lighting, it was all creative ways in the game of seduction. She jogged up the stairs, making her way to Honey's door. It was cracked open.

She pushed it open slowly. Her eyes taking in what she saw. Honey was sitting on the edge of the bed, her face in her hands. When she looked up, Kagome took in the smeared make up. Honey instantly attempted to regain her composure.

"Don't worry," Kagome returned while trying to pull of an unaffected young boy's voice. "I'm not here for anything other than a few questions," Kagome explained.

Honey sniffled, but still took out a small rag and began to mop up the mess of makeup beneath each of her eyes. Kagome sat in the small lounger in the corner. It was oddly stiff, and she tried to move around to loosen it.

"What was her name?" Kagome asked. When Honey gave her a confused look, Kagome decided to give more information. "The last time I came in here, it was with a sketch of a man. You said that one of your coworkers took him... What was her name?" Kagome repeated. It felt so awkward to think about what happened in these rooms.

Honey sniffled. "Her real name was Violetta," she whispered under her breath and handed Kagome a black and white portrait of sad woman, "but we called her Viola. She could play that instrument like a mistress seduces a man."

Kagome didn't quite understand the last analogy, but still gave a nod of understanding. Honey blew her nose into the same handkerchief before continuing. "I knew he was bad," Honey mumbled. "It's never good when a thug comes in here with a pocket full of money. It's always a bad sign," she added.

"He wanted Viola, and-and when he was done with her, she refused help. God, the things he did to her were monstrous! He burned her and beat her. He obviously couldn't handle love and affection and needed more," Honey growled as her anger began to build.

The memory of that man and his beast-like affections was enough to churn her stomach. "She told Yura she would quit, and that's the last time I saw her," Honey mumbled, giving a shrug of her shoulders. The tears were escaping though, and Kagome easily saw through the facade.

"How could Yura let a man treat her that way?" Kagome asked, irritation and rage filling her. The thought that someone could just turn their heads to that sort of abuse baffled her.

"He paid," Honey answered simply.

Kagome only sighed and returned the nod. Their lifestyle was different here, and all she could do was accept it. She stood up and began to head towards the door. When she got there, it flew open, almost knocking her down.

Yura was grinning like a maniac. Kagome wasn't scared of the dwarf though. It was the amused smirk on Sesshoumaru's face that caused the chill of complete fear to roll down her body.

"This-This is a woman!" Yura shouted over her shoulder to the Commissioner. His smirk widened into a victorious grin.

Kagome gasped when Yura reached forward to grasp one of her breasts. "I-It is," she murmured in awe. Obviously, she was having a hard time dealing with the disguise. "I do say, Commissioner, I thought she made a fine lad," Yura countered. "I might have use of that... some men are into that, you know?" She offered.

Kagome was appalled. She threw herself away from the woman, covering her body defensively. "What is going on Mr. Taisho?" She demanded an explanation.

His grin turned into a soft, amused smile. "You see, Viola wasn't kidnapped. Yura took care of her. She sent her to a special house a few blocks away. It services only pre-approved clients," Sesshoumaru explained, obviously receiving the same information as Kagome had.

Kagome's eyes widened with her idea. "Then let's go over there!" She suggested, beginning to leave the room once more.

Once more, she was rejected. Sesshoumaru blocked her exit. He leaned agaisnt the door frame coolly, his arms crossed over his chests. One leg slammed against the opposite side of the frame to block the entrance, or in her case, the exit.

"You can't just waltz in there," Sesshoumaru added, "even I don't have jurisdiction there. The only way in is if you're a member, or if you have a product you wish to sell."

Kagome suddenly didn't like the mischievous twinkle that sparkled in his ember eyes. She swallowed hard. "So, are you a member?" She offered. She would use the process of elimination.

"No," Sesshoumaru answered.

Yura's giggle filtered into the room. "Sesshoumaru's going to send you in undercover! Isn't that so cool!"

"Undercover?" Kagome repeated. She shook her head, "I'm not going to disguise myself as a … a common..."

She couldn't say it. She remembered seeing Honey crying under the bed. She didn't want to insult the woman more. "I don't wish to wear another disguise, dressing like a paper boy was quite enough," she dejected.

Sesshoumaru laughed lightly. "Well, she's the only way we'll get another clue in this case. The man I'm working on is sitting in a prison cell, and I can't quiz him until tomorrow," Sesshoumaru grumbled.

"So you're taking your anger out on me?" Kagome asked. "You can't get information out, so you're going to throw me under the horses?" She demanded.

Sesshoumaru only shrugged his shoulders before he shut the door. Kagome turned to the two women. She suddenly felt as if she were a doll in the hands of a child.

Yura only gave a grin that supported her comparison. "I get her hair!"

Sesshoumaru heard several stomps and crashes from downstairs. He laughed softly to himself as he enjoyed a cup of tea while in the presence of two, very accomplished mistresses.

The fawned over him. They made sure all his needs were taken care of. Oh, how he loved these houses. The women were so urgent to please him, he didn't have to worry about arguing with his inner demon over such submissive women.

However, Kagome was like breathing fresh air. She put up a fight, caused the inner beast inside him to come back to life. He wanted the chase. He wanted to make her run and then follow her. Sesshoumaru wanted to catch her and then spend his sweet time in making her his.

He shook the thoughts of her mind. She was just a diversion from the boring life he was leading. The family problems, this new career, it was all so dull and boring. She was only a fun amusement ride in the mean time.

A person cleared his throat, and Sesshoumaru was momentarily shocked that he'd let his guard down for so long. He jumped upright, standing as he stared at the women in front of him. He suddenly felt protective over her when his eyes roamed her.

The tight red dress hugged her in all the right places. The hips held the burgundy skirt up. Her breasts, dear god, they looked delicious. The corset held them tightly in place, but they strained for freedom. He could see where they were beginning to fall out, and he wanted nothing more then to grasp them, pull them from the imprisonment and keep them for himself.

Her small torso looked even smaller with the tight strings that wound up the back. She looked taller because of the high heel boots she wore, visible from underneath the ankle low skirt. Sesshoumaru cleared his throat, then licked his lips. His mouth had gone dry at the sight of her, but now he couldn't keep from salivating.

Her lips were an apple red, matching her scent perfectly. Her emerald eyes were shining brightly from beneath the black liner. Her hair had been let down instead of always being hidden in a bun or a intricate design. Now, it fell in large curls around her body. Sesshoumaru imagined her naked then. Her own hair would tease her nipples as she laid under him.

"I want to get this over with," Kagome sneered, folding her arms over her exposed chest. Sesshoumaru was thankful she had said something. It kicked his other senses back into gear. He nodded to Yura and Honey, who still wear triumphant smiles.

"She is beautiful," he acknowledge. Kagome felt her cheeks heat, but felt even more insulted. He had never said she was beautiful with her old dresses, but now that she had dressed like a common skirt lifter, she was beautiful. She felt a overwhelming sense of disappointment as she forced herself to slide into the car.

Sesshoumaru kissed Yura on the cheek, then did the same to Honey before he joined her in the automobile. He gave the directions to the driver, who cast Kagome the same look of lust as Sesshoumaru had given her, before driving off.

They didn't talk for the duration of the trip. Kagome looked out the window, trying to ignore the sensations her hair gave her. It'd been a while since she'd let it down without holding some of it back. Usually there was a hat or a clip to keep it out of her face, but now it was tickling her chest and arms.

Sesshoumaru was quiet for a whole different reason. His hand was blocking his enraged member and he'd never felt worse in his life.

What are you, some sort of teenage boy? Get yourself together man! His demon snarled at him in complete embarrassment. Sesshoumaru finally relented in replying.

Do you think I like feeling this way? Have you seen her? I've never seen such scrumptious breasts! Sesshoumaru confessed. At the mere mention of the body part, his eyes wandered.

Her cleavage was a welcoming sight. Her nipples hardened when she realized that he was staring and he felt his manhood jump in response to it.

You're acting like a virgin, his demon mused with a amused laugh.

Sesshoumaru then chose to ignore it. Thankful that the car was slowing down and parking at a curb. A large estate met there eyes. A large building in the middle of a downtown area. "Where do they get the funds for this?" Kagome wondered as she stepped out of the car. She jumped when Sesshoumaru grasped her wrist and pulled her towards it.

"It's a membership," Sesshoumaru answered, "the admittance fee is the cost of your land per year."

Kagome gawked at him, but didn't fight as he pulled her up the entryway. The double doors were black, polished wood, and they opened before Sesshoumaru could even knock. Sesshoumaru smiled at the older woman. She was probably the madam of this business.

"We don't have any spots open," she barked out unbecomingly. Sesshoumaru sighed at her. He knew this would be difficult.

"I assure you Madam, that my women have been given in-depth education on the way of pleasing another," he offered, "Will you at least see her?" Sesshoumaru asked.

All he needed was to get into the house, to even catch a glimpse of the missing Viola. Once he saw her, he could bus in his police bodies. However, if he did that now, without knowing that Viola was here, he would only make enemies by exposing identities.

The woman looked her over. Kagome was blushing violently and the woman laughed. "This woman looks like a virgin," she got out between her giggles.

Sesshoumaru was about to remark when his little assistant butted in. "I assure you that my... master, has trained me diligently. I have worked hard to get to this point and I will not be turned away at the door," Kagome declared confidently. Although she was shivering on the inside. She couldn't ignore the curiosity that pumped through her, or the adrenaline that rushed through her veins.

The woman looked her over one final time before she opened the door and let them in. "Who referred you?" She asked skeptically.

"Madam Yura," Kagome answered. Sesshoumaru was still speechless.

She called me master... He threw into his beast. It roared in delight.

"What have you been taught in, dearie? How to pleasure a man, a woman?" The woman interrogated. Kagome guessed that this was the opening interview.

"Yes, both actually," Kagome explained. "All of us have hands-on training," she added. Maybe that would look good on a prostitute's resume. It was difficult to get out of her mouth.

"How long have you been in this business?" The next question had Kagome feeling dumb. What if the time she gave was too long? Would the woman thing there was too much wear and tear on the product, or does a woman become a classic and the value grows over time?

"A year," Kagome answered. It was a safe bet. A year would be long enough to give training and receive enough experience.

The woman barked out another laugh. Sesshoumaru cleared his throat. "She is ready for any task. Will you give her a shot?" He asked.

The woman sighed. She looked about ready to turn her down before she nodded her head. The feather that was tied through her hair fluttered with the movement. The blue eyeshadow above the wrinkled bags of exhaustion and brown eyes looked worn out. "Betty!" She shouted.

Another woman walked in. She wore nothing but a corset and a garter belt, accompanied by a pair of undergarments Kagome had never seen. They were small, only covering her womanhood with a small triangular piece of clothing. Kagome gulped, would she have to wear one of those?

"Give this woman a tour of the house, and let her bunk next to the other new girl," the woman explained, itching at her white hair.

Betsy gave a nod, not even glimpsing Sesshoumaru's way. Kagome nodded to the commissioner, who only gave her a reassuring smile. There was a soft look in his eyes that Kagome wanted to grasp on to. It was as if he was telling her it would be alright, that he wouldn't let anything happen.

Kagome followed her new co-worker up the stairs. The house was about the same size of her own estate, except it was centered in downtown and therefore did not have the land surrounding it. The hallways were decorated in a similar way to how Yura had her own house. Red carpet, darkened hallways made it difficult to see. The only difference were the modest paintins that hung on the wall. Pictures of clothed women and men, sharing a chaste kiss under a romantic setting. It was different then the nude paintings that adorned Yura's hallways.

Kagome peered into each room. She wanted to catch a glimpse of Viola. If she was able to do that, she could report to Sesshoumaru and hopefully go home.

A familiar face stopped her. She peered in and gasped when Viola met her vision. The woman was much prettier than the picture she'd been seen. The pale complexion was void of any blemishes. Her eyes were large and full with emotion. Her body was bare and just as beautiful.

"Viola," Kagome released, rather loudly. She hoped that Sesshoumaru had heard her, because the woman in the hall stopped to look back at her. Anger was settling into Betsy's eyes.

Viola looked at her with confusion. It was when Kagome saw the bare back of a man did she begin to worry. The worry quickly turned into complete dread with that same man turned around to greet her.

"Lord Kouga," she exclaimed in horror.

The black ponytail was tangled. A light film of sweat covered his smooth chest and well-toned abs. "Kagome?" He shouted, a flush breaking across his cheeks.