A/N:

WOW! My story is gaining a lot of attention lately! 10 reviews, 10 favorite and 16 follows! Thank you everyone for the support! I'll respond to your reviews before each new chapter instead of reviewing in the comments to add a personal touch for all of you. (:

rruki4087 with two reviews! "ahahahaahah," and damn i wanna take rukia for myself" - I'm assuming you were laughing at the last line of the last chapter "Rukia was definitely fucked." - well she literally is. (; and, Who wouldn't wanna take the queen for themselves? (;

jobananasan said: "Oooohhhh...So Ichigo will be taking her virginity? Well, I wish her good luck on her first night. If he's had plenty of experience I'm guessing he'll know she's a virgin. I wonder if he'll keep coming back to her. I know this is a Rukia harem but I wonder if in the end she'll stick to just one client. If she does I'm hoping it'll be Ichigo. Is there going to be one definite pairing in the end? Also I hope none of the other escorts are mean to her. I'm worried that since Ichigo the boss picked her the other girls will get jealous and do or say something mean and horrible to her Looking forward to reading more. :)"

Thank you for the long review jobananasan! I can't answer all your questions as it would spoil the story. So you will just have to continue reading. All I can say is that a lot of guys are very interested in Rukia. You'll have to find out which Rukia simp will get her heart hahahaha! (:

Guest - "Happy to see Ichigo is her first client. I wonder how many people will be in the harem and if it will leads to series of events, jealousy, etc.."

There will be quite a few people with Rukia in this story. And yes it will lead to a lot of jealously and ripple effects throughout the entire story.

Another Guest - "I'm loving it." - Thank you to the other guest!

Ichirukitrash4ever with three reviews! - "Interesting start! I am not a fan of harems, but when it is about Rukia, it's tolerable lol, I'm such a bias xD On to the next chapter! Tatted Rukia? So freaking cool! What a cliffhanger! I can't wait for the next update!"

Aren't we all bias for our queen? (: Well Rukia is very shippable. Yes, tatted Rukia! I saw a fanart of her with tattoos so I decided to imagine her with tattoos in this story! There's a bit of cliffhangers in this story haha. And thank you, the update is here!

Chapter 5: Hollow

When Sir Kurosaki decided to visit the escort service, he was not actively looking for a fuck. Maybe if he found someone interesting enough; he was actually more like forced to keep appearances in front of his men. He just needed to treat his men for a deal that succeeded through their hard work. One can keep their followers loyal by rewarding them for a job well done, or so his old man had been teaching him since he was a boy. Now that the old man had retired, he was now the Don of their Mafia group operating internationally. He was visiting Karakura Town, his dead mother's hometown, for a major deal to bring party drugs to upper crust junkies.

His dad also assigned him to negotiate their investment to the escort service that their family friend was running before the old man took a vacation in Norway with some new mistress. He had tried their service before, since it was the premier escort provider of the country. He thought it earned its reputation. Their women were all like living Barbie dolls, just the Asian version. They were big breasted, tall, and long haired. He thought that this underground escort service could compete with other escort services internationally – a business prospect that he kept in mind.

He tried one of their offered services, just to test it. He remembered fucking one redhaired chick whose name and face he forgot. All he remembered about her was that she liked dolls and acted too much like a little kid. It was a good way to pass the time. But tonight, he was not in the mood. All of his fucks had been boring lately: same shit, different bitch.

That was why when his men told him to pick his choice of a bitch, he was disinterested. From what he could see, they were all the same Barbie dolls that always ended up in his bed. Just to humor his men though, he did try to find one he liked. Maybe he could find someone who sparked his interest.

In his first few tries, none of the girls looked interesting enough for him. Sure, they were gorgeous. They'd probably be even willing to suck his dick without the condom on. The manager told him that he quite made his mark on the girls on his first visit. But they were all the same kind of women that he always fucked at night. He was getting bored of it. He moved on after observing each one for a mere two seconds each. It was not until he neared the end of the first line that he finally found someone who caught his eye.

He did not remember this one from his first visit. She was probably new. The first thing that got his attention was the tattoos adorning the exposed arms of the short girl. He himself had a tattoo of a black sun encompassing his broad back and shoulders, and many more. He thought that her skin art was skillfully done. The tattoo enthusiast in him was definitely awakened. Then he noticed the overall appearance of the girl. It was hard not to as she was a direct contrast to every girl in the lineup: petite, short-haired– even almost flat-chested from what he could see. He could not deny that those tattoos contrast nicely to her pale skin and she had smooth, shapely legs for someone so short, as he could see from what was exposed by the figure hugging, black halter mini-dress that she wore.

As he neared the girl though, he could see her discreetly lowering her head, obscuring the face that he was actually curious to see. He thought that the girl would reveal her face to him once he finally reached her like all the other bitches who tried to impress him when he reached them. But the new girl did not. Her strand of hair was still hiding her face from him. It was as if the girl was even trying to make him ignore her and merely pass her by. Hmmm… That was a new reaction.

Standing in front of her gave Kurosaki an exact idea of how short the girl was. She only reached his chest, and she was already wearing heels. He could imagine engulfing this bitch's body as he fucked her hard. Everything about this bitch was small and as far as he remembered, he had never fucked such a petite bitch before, she almost seemed like a mere child with her body type. I wonder how the sex would be?

Seeing that the girl was still not lifting her head as he stood in front of her, Kurosaki made a move towards the next one. If his theory was right, this bitch was probably trying to make him ignore her. If she thought that he was not interested, she might lower down her guard, relax, and finally lift her head. So he did just that, pretending to examine the bitch after the tattooed girl.

Sure enough, his hypothesis was proven right and the girl lifted her face to him. He was not ready for what he saw: the most mysterious, violet eyes he had encountered, so dark, they looked like they could swallow galaxies. And that was when Kurosaki made his decision: he wanted this girl in his bed that night.

Shit, shit, shit. That was what was going on in Rukia's mind as she stared right into the Kurosaki guy's eyes. She was ready to be fucked, even ready about the possible pain associated with losing a girl's virginity. She knew that for some girls, the first time could be painful. None of this scared Rukia a bit. She was no stranger to pain, having been physically abused as a child. But this? Being fucked by a VIP mob boss on her very first night? She was not ready at all for this.

How could she be ready? She might as well lose her job the very first night she entered the service. The thought of fucking up everything, pissing off the mob boss so bad that she gets axed right away, was scaring her more than anything tonight. Lisa gave her some tips on how to act around the clients. The foremost of those tips was that she must appear confident. But this guy holding her chin, staring down at her with his feral grin: he made her, usually a chill and stoic person, really nervous. Something about the guy activated the fight or flight response in her instincts.

"But all of this is for your dad, who desperately needs your money for his bypass operation." That little voice reminded her of the reason why she was here in the first place, giving her the much-needed bravado to face the dangerous being staring down at her.

Rukia slowly smirked. She was not used to smiling so she was worried that if she attempted it, she might end up grimacing. So a smirk was safe and familiar. Her eyes took on a challenging and playful stance. Lisa would be proud of her acting skills. She definitely internalized everything that the older woman taught her that afternoon.

The guy seemed stunned by her actions. His grin fell and he looked thoughtful, as he brushed his long spiky orange hair out of his eyes so his eyes could roamed her face. Then he suddenly let go of her chin and turned to his lackey.

"I want this one. Do what is necessary. I'll be waiting in the VIP room," the Kurosaki guy said to his lackey before walking away from them.

"That was an interesting choice, Sir Kurosaki," Mr. Kyōraku intoned, but the guy was already out of the hallway.

"Okay, so what's next?" Rukia was left wondering. She was left standing there until she felt Lisa tap her shoulders.

"Come on, we are going to sign your waiver. Sir Sado here will be the one to process your paper and payment," her female mentor told her.

She nodded and followed Shunsui and the lackey, Sado, to the reception. As she was walking behind the two conversing employees, she was stopped by a hand gripping her elbow.

"Don't be too confident, Miss Newbie. Sir Kurosaki is known to be strict. Good luck!" A girl with long auburn hair told her in a curiously saccharine voice.

She put away the hand gripping her elbow and replied in her usual cold, deadpan tone, "Thanks for the concern." She went on her way confidently, ignoring the gasps and small whispers that she could hear. She wished she could say the same about the way she felt inside though. She was definitely cursing her luck in her head.

This girl is definitely interesting. Kurosaki thought as he held those violet eyes that stared straight at his own ones. Lots of men couldn't even look at him properly, wouldn't even dare to glance his way, for fear of incurring his wrath. But this girl, she looked at him fearlessly. Kurosaki gave the girl a benefit of the doubt though. Seeing as this girl was probably new in the escort service, she most likely did not know of his reputation. Still, she was able to look at him with no hesitation at all. Kurosaki knew that he was arrogant, but he was not blindly arrogant. He knew exactly what he was capable of, and he knew that he radiated a dangerous, hollow aura, a kind of swag, people might say. That kind of predatory swag was something necessary to exert his authority as the Don of the criminal Mafia he led.

That was why he was intrigued when he saw that rather than cower, the tattooed bitch tried to match him. It wasn't that the bitch was not afraid. He definitely felt the shudder that went through her body, when he captured her chin in surprise. But that shudder was short-lived and was replaced by a defiance that he couldn't discern the reality of. For that, Kurosaki was definitely impressed. It was not every day that Kurosaki encountered a person who did not bow down to him right away. Kurosaki couldn't help the small smirk that spread into his face. He'd enjoy putting the bitch into her rightful place tonight.

It did not take long for him to hear the knocks on the bedroom door. He opened the door which revealed his right-hand man Sado and the girl he had chosen for the night. He nodded to his right-hand man and gestured to the bitch to come in. He tried to read her as she entered his private room, trying to find any signs of fear, but he couldn't. Weird. He usually could guess what a person he encountered must be feeling or thinking. Perception was an important skill he had to learn as he facilitated business deals with other illicit businessmen in the black market.

He closed the door with a resounding thud and turned into his prey standing in the middle of the room rather awkwardly, still maintaining the poker face she had when entering the room.

Lemon next chapter! Stay tuned!