Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: WHACKY LEMON INCOMING!
Chapter Five
The next day…
Dominista Escort Service
Ichigo waited in her room, wearing a blue dress. Despite being a woman for several days it still felt odd to wear women's clothing. Her body felt heated and she fidgeted on the bed. The dream she had of Unohana leading her to a BDSM club and turning her into a pet, toying with her and driving Ichigo to endless humiliating pleasure was still fresh in her mind, her legs rubbing together.
Closing her eyes, Ichigo tried to think about anything else. But all she could think about was her night with Rangiku, her erotic swim with Halibel and the dream with Unohana. Her cheeks blushed and she buried her face in her hands. She'd accused Dominista of prostituting her girls but Ichigo had willingly allowed herself to have sex with Rangiku and Halibel. Despite Dominista putting her in those situations, who was the bigger hypocrite?
"I just want this to end…" Ichigo groaned. She looked up at a small whiteboard on the wall. Written in dry-erase marker was a number, Ichigo's debt to Dominista. Although that number had gone down by her last three jobs, Ichigo wasn't even near the halfway point yet. She looked down at her chest and cupped her cleavage. It looked like she was going to be stuck like this for a little while.
"Oh? Someone's frisky today," teased Dominista as she opened the door. "Did you have a pleasant sleep?"
Ichigo blushed harder and took her hands away from her boobs. "No! I just…uh…"
"You can relax, Ichigo. You're still getting used to your body. It's perfectly natural to explore your newfound femininity," Dominista softly told her.
Ichigo scowled. "I don't like this stupid body!" she snapped. "My 'newfound femininity' is because of you."
"Temper, temper," Dominista chastised. "That temper of yours got you into this predicament." She leaned back in her chair and put her hands on her knees. "So, about your next job…"
"What is it?" Ichigo asked. "Another dinner?"
"An hour ago I would have said yes. I had a client ask for a girl to take to a fancy gala. However, I got a separate offer by an associate of yours. I figured I'd let you decide."
Ichigo looked at the manager worriedly. "An associate of mine? Who?"
"Lieutenant Nemu Kurotsuchi."
The answer puzzled the orangette. "Wait, why is she interested in hiring me? She hardly leaves Mayuri's lab if what Rukia told me is true."
Tapping her chin, the dark-skinned woman smiled. "I was just as curious as you were. Apparently Nemu is acting on her captain's behalf and wanted to perform an exam on you."
"What?!" Ichigo put her hands up defensively. "No way am I letting those two experiment on me!"
"That's what I said. Even when I was a Soul Reaper, Captain Kurotsuchi was a maniac. However, Nemu promised me that Mayuri will not be present and it would be just an examination of your body."
"Why? Hasn't Nemu examined a woman before?"
"Yes, but she's interested in studying a man-turned-woman. That and she has always wanted to examine a Substitute Soul Reaper. So then, the gala? Or the examination?" she asked.
Ichigo was torn at such a choice. She hugged her arms while her thoughts bounced around in her head like a ping pong ball. Going to a gala sounded nice, but she didn't want to keep revealing herself to so many people. The aquatic show with Halibel was bad enough. Plus, she had no clue if the client had a mind like Halibel and Rangiku and she didn't want to fall into that pit of pleasure again. On the other hand, letting Nemu examine her body sounded simple enough but she was still Mayuri's daughter and who knew what she had in mind when she said she wanted to analyze her body. It was like being trapped between a rock and a hard place.
Deciding that one person seeing her was better than a multitude, Ichigo made her decision. "Fine…" she sighed, "I'll go see Nemu. But she do anything weird to me."
"Oh trust me, if she does, there will be hell to pay. Mayuri tried that one time years ago when he ran out of guinea pigs. When I found out what he did I made sure Captain Unohana found out about it. She made sure to relay my displeasure," she said with an angry face. "So Nemu knows better than to hurt you."
Ichigo stood up. "So when do I leave?" she asked, a little frightened at going to the Soul Society in her condition.
Dominista seemed to know what was on her mind and smiled. "I figured you wouldn't want to go into the Soul Society in your condition. So I'm going to let her examine you here. I trust that will help you feel more comfortable with the job."
"Sure but…what kind of exam is she going to do?"
"She was not specific but I laid down ground rules. She is not allowed to do anything that might cause you harm and to keep her modifications to herself. If she does try something that you feel is too much for you or she forces you into something harmful, give a yell and the girls will come running."
It felt strange for Ichigo to hear Dominista sound so protective. After turning Ichigo into a woman and forcing her to become an escort she figured she considered her just a financial asset. "Okay. So when is she coming over?" Even though Dominista had made assurances Ichigo still felt apprehensive about the whole affair. 'Maybe I should have just went to the gala after all…'
Ichigo watched Dominista leave the room and resumed fidgeting on the bed. Now she was more anxious than ever and didn't know what her day had in store for her. She did her best to try and calm herself but it was no good. This was Nemu Kurotsuchi, after all.
The orangette wasn't kept waiting long before Nemu arrived. The stoic girl politely knocked on the door before entering. "Ichigo?" The door swung open and the artificial lieutenant stepped in, wearing a black blouse. She saw the orange-haired beauty on the bed and knew she was in the right place. "Hello, Ichigo Kurosaki. I see you're well despite your current state."
"I'm wouldn't exactly call this 'doing well', Nemu," Ichigo groaned.
Nemu set down a large bag onto a chair. "I assume that Madame Dominista has informed you of my purpose here?"
"Yeah, you're here to examine me. Why? Haven't you examined a girl before?"
For a moment Nemu was oddly silent before answering. "Yes, I've examined female subjects before. However, your unique condition interested Master Mayuri and he wanted to collect data to see how changed you really are." She opened the bag and started to rummage through it. Pausing for a second, she looked up at the inquisitive Ichigo and ordered, "Please strip."
Immediately the escort's hands covered her chest protectively. "WHAT?!" she gasped in horror. "Why do I need to strip? Can't you just examine me with my clothes on?"
From the bag Nemu pulled out several items: a bottle of oil, a small scanning device, some gloves and a bracelet. "Please be at ease," Nemu replied in her normal monotone voice. "The devices I have needs to be able to examine you without anything blocking the signals. There is no need for shame. I've examined plenty of women before, more often than not with more invasive tools," she hinted darkly.
Ichigo shivered and figured that she had a point and was glad Nemu didn't plan on cutting her open to examine her. She untied her dress and hesitantly removed her clothing, revealing her changed body to the girl. However, if Nemu had any salacious thoughts about Ichigo's nudity, then her face didn't show it.
"Now then," Nemu walked over to Ichigo and set the items on the bed next to her. She took the bottle of oil and opened it up. "I'll need to apply this to your entire body."
Again, Ichigo asked the obvious. "Why?"
Once more, Nemu gave a delayed answer. "The analyzing device needs to be able to scan you without any interference. While I can use it on you right now, in the past, static electricity tended to build up inside subjects which corrupted the device's data. The oil is to prevent that from happening. Now if you'd please? Master Mayuri will be angry with me if I allowed one of his devices to be damaged due to a lack of oversight."
Sighing in exasperation, Ichigo relented. She'd heard about Mayuri's foul treatment of Nemu from Uryu. Not wanting to put Nemu through any misery because of her, Ichigo gave a small nod in consent and turned around, gesturing for her to proceed.
Because her back was turned, Ichigo missed the tiny smile on Nemu's face.
The oil was cold as it touched Ichigo's bare skin. The escort bit her lip from the feel of the oil permeating her skin as Nemu rubbed it into her back and shoulders. To Nemu's credit, when she applied the oil to Ichigo's breasts and butt she was quick and didn't try to fondle her as Ichigo's other clients would have done. Soon Ichigo was covered head to toe in the oil. Nemu next grabbed the bracelet and attached it to the girl's wrist. The lights on the device's side blinked to life as it began scanning Ichigo's biometrics.
Turning the naked girl around next, Nemu grabbed the remaining scanner and turned it on. Waiting for Nemu to get on with her examination was torture for Ichigo. The air in the room felt hot to her oily skin. Sweat dripped down her back while she stood there. Every inch of her body seemed to tingle with sensation. 'She said it was to prevent me from building up a static charge…but…' She shifted her weight from foot to foot as her body started to feel warm. The orangette swallowed the lump in her throat as her body continued to tingle with feeling.
After what felt like an eternity, Nemu switched off the scanner and set it to the side. "Alright, that should be enough data to satisfy Master Mayuri's curiosity."
Hearing that it was over made Ichigo breathe a sigh of relief. She wanted to wash this oil off of her. Turning back to Nemu, she became confused to see that Nemu was starting to strip out of her clothes while walking back to the large bag. "Um…Nemu? What are you doing?"
"I haven't finished my exam. You see, in addition to gathering your new body's data, I also hired you so that I can test out several new items on you."
The naked genderbent Ichigo looked on with growing confusion as Nemu stripped naked. "New…items?" She saw Nemu pulled out a weird looking bodysuit out of the bag. "What's that?"
"It's a flesh suit designed to simulate the male physique and anatomy," Nemu explained. She opened up the back and stepped into it.
"Physique and…anatomy?" Ichigo panted. For some strange reason her body felt hotter than before from seeing Nemu naked, her eyes fixed to the woman's ample bosom. But as Nemu put on the suit and zipped it up, Ichigo started to understand the strangeness of Nemu's new toy. It reminded her of those body-stealing hentai that Keigo showed him once. As soon as she finished zipping up the back, the bizarre looking suit came to life and compressed Nemu's lithe form. By the time the suit was finished adapting Nemu's body to it, she looked downright foreign. It looked to Ichigo like she was looking at Renji's body with Nemu's head attached.
Then when she looked lower she realized what Nemu meant when she mentioned a male's anatomy…
"Whaaaaaat?!" Ichigo gaped when she saw the dick hanging between her legs. "Wh-what is that?" She instinctively crawled backwards. However, the sudden softness of the sheets made her body tingle. 'What…what's going on? My body…it feels funny…'
"As I previously mentioned, the flesh suit allows it's wearer to gain a male's body. It doesn't just include muscle mass and causing my breasts to disappear, it also changes the wearer's genitals," Nemu explained, reaching down and touching her new appendage. "What do you think?"
"What do I…think?" Ichigo gaped. She saw the look in Nemu's eyes and her heart began to beat faster. She instinctively covered her breasts with her hands. When her fingers brushed her against her nipples, a spark of pleasure shot through her body. "Wh-what?"
"So you noticed?" Nemu teased, making her way to the bed, her eyes tinted with lust. "There's something I failed to mention when I applied the oil to your body. It does prevent the buildup of static electricity but it also causes by the body's sexual sensitivity to rise tremendously. With the amount of oil that's saturated your skin, I'd estimate that your body is five times more sensitive than usual."
"Five times?!" Ichigo's eyes widened in shock. "You…you tricked me!"
"That is not true," Nemu corrected her. She dipped a knee onto the bed and reached for the orangette. "I hired you to test out your body and my new toys. I haven't hurt you nor do I intend to. I simply wish to test the capabilities of my new body…and yours."
Ichigo opened her mouth, to shout for Dominista or one of the other girls to help her. But Nemu silenced her with a quick kiss. Despite her masculine body, Nemu's lips were as soft as any woman's. "Mmmh!"
Hands grasped Ichigo's shoulders and pushed her down onto the bed. The feeling of the girl's strange, reshaped masculine body pressing down on her own female body was foreign to Ichigo, who had only lain with women up to this point. Her body, brought to the levels of sensitivity that rivaled Unohana's Kidō spell, began to react while Nemu continued to kiss her.
Soon Ichigo was completely at Nemu's mercy, her mind melting into the kiss they shared while Nemu's expert hands examined Ichigo's changed body. "Ahhhh…" She turned her head to the side, throwing her arms above her head while Nemu fondled her breasts. She felt something hard poke her belly but couldn't focus on anything. Her body felt like it was going to melt from the heat. Every inch of her body had been covered in the aphrodisiac oil. Her moans spewed from her lips without restraint as Nemu began to suck on her nipples. "Ah! Nemu! Not…my breasts!" she moaned.
Nemu circled Ichigo's nipple with her tongue, her fingers playing with her other one. She took in Ichigo's moans and her sexy appeal and felt her blood run south, her faux-cock springing to life as arousal took over her. The more she rubbed her own augmented body against Ichigo's, the more her body responded to the oil as it covered her own body.
"I'm curious what a male-turned-female tastes," Nemu noted before sliding down Ichigo's body, Ichigo moaning every second of her sexual rubbing. Spreading Ichigo's legs, Nemu examined Ichigo's pussy and spread it open. "I must say, Dominista's body-changing Kaido is impressive. Nobody would ever imagine you were a boy…" While Ichigo was still writhing in pleasure, Nemu opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into Ichigo's pussy.
"Kyaaaa!" Ichigo howled. She arched her back in response to Nemu eating her out. Her hands went to Nemu's head. "Ahhhhh!" Feeling Nemu's tongue inside her made her thrash around on the bed. "Nemu! Not there!" she cried out, Nemu's tongue going deeper. Nemu had barely gotten started and yet she was already going to cum.
Sensing Ichigo's impending orgasm, Nemu took her mouth away, wiping her lips clean. "You taste just like a regular female. It seems you've truly become a woman." She reached up and caressed Ichigo's cheek. "So are you ready?"
"Re-ready?" Ichigo panted, her chest heaving as she panted for breath.
"Yes," Nemu stroked her hard cock. "I'm ready to see what it's like to have sex as a man. And from your current condition, it looks like you're ready to experience what it's like to have sex as a woman." She got up off her bed and gestured for Ichigo to get up. "Get down on your knees," she commanded.
Despite that small part of Ichigo's brain screaming how wrong this was, Ichigo reluctantly obeyed. Her mind was a haze of lust. To her addled mind, all thoughts of her debt and her previous manhood were gone. She wanted Nemu and could think of nothing else. Sliding off the bed, Ichigo got down on her knees and crawled over to Nemu. The lieutenant smiled as she stroked herself. "What…what do you want me to do?" Ichigo asked as she knelt in front of her, though she already knew the answer.
Gripping the suit's cock, Nemu guided it to her lips. "Suck it."
Hesitantly, the orangette escort opened her mouth and let Nemu bring the tip to her lips. 'It's warm,' she thought to herself before Nemu slid it into the girl's mouth. "Mmmh!"
"Ah! Yes!" Nemu moaned as she grabbed Ichigo's head and began to thrust into her mouth. "It's…so good!" Thanks to the suit she developed, the cock between her legs felt just like a real one, so she could feel every bit of Ichigo's mouth and tongue around the extremity between her legs.
Ichigo felt Nemu's faux-cock slide in and out of her mouth. The girl couldn't help but moan into it as her head started moving back and forth on its own, lost to her own feminine urges. Nemu noticed this and let go of Ichigo's head, watching her give her a blowjob all on her own. Ichigo, lost to the lust burning in her heart, cupped her breasts and squeezed them while she sucked Nemu off. Her pussy dripped while her knees dug into the carpet, Ichigo moaning into the cock in her mouth from the hot, strange taste.
"Ah! Ahhhh!" Nemu, unaccustomed to how men feel when pleasured, felt a pressure build up in her suit's balls. "It's…it's cumming…" she grunted. Putting her hands back on Ichigo's head, she started to thrust deeper into Ichigo's orifice, feeling the tip touch the back of her throat. Her eyes widened and she gagged, unable to breathe. Nemu saw Ichigo struggle and pulled out of her mouth. Ichigo rubbed her sore throat before Nemu pushed her to the floor and straddled her stomach, sliding her faux-cock between her large breasts. Knowing what the woman wanted, pushing her breasts together while Nemu fucked her tits.
Ichigo felt the heat from the bodysuit's cock as it slid in and out of her cleavage. Nemu's hands joined hers and squeezed Ichigo's breasts together tighter, the tip of her cock pulsing. 'My breasts…my breasts feel like they're melting…' Ichigo lewdly thought. She leaned forward and stuck out her tongue, licking the tip as it poked out of her tits.
"Ah! It…it's cumming…it's cumming! I'm cumming!" Nemu howled, unable to hold it in any longer. Squeezing her eyes shut, she thrust into Ichigo's titties one last time before she unloaded. "Oh fuck!" she uncharacteristically shouted before she came all over Ichigo's face.
Ichigo lay there quietly as Nemu painted her face white with hot cum. She felt a rope touch her lips and instinctively licked it. 'It's hot…and bitter…' she thought to herself, rubbing her legs together as erotic ideas flourished in her drugged mind. 'If she shot this inside me…ohhhh…'
Nemu sat back on Ichigo's flat stomach and panted, stroking her cock all the while and finished the last of her payload onto Ichigo's breasts. Seeing Ichigo's painted, debauched face, she leaned down and licked the cum off her cheek. "The suit is wonderful, isn't it?" she said while licking the cum off Ichigo's face. "It can even produce synthetic semen. You don't have to worry, it isn't able to impregnate you. Madame Dominista would be quite furious if I made you pregnant."
"Get…me…pregnant," Ichigo slurred before Nemu kissed her, tasting the sticky substance on her tongue. Her hands moved beyond her control, caressing Nemu's masculine back while she kissed the lieutenant.
"Yes…I've yet to give the most important part of your new body a full examination." Nemu reached down and pushed two fingers into Ichigo's sopping wet pussy. "I'm going to put my suit's cock in here."
"Ahhhh!" Ichigo moaned, arching her back in response to the sudden intrusion. She was disappointed when Nemu took them out quickly. Nemu picked her up and carried her to the bed. Laying her down on it, Nemu stroked her slickened shaft again until she was hard once more. Ichigo started shaking like a leaf, knowing she was about to go down a place she might not return from. Fingers and tongues were one thing but this…this was different. She was about to have actual intercourse.
Nemu put Ichigo's legs on her shoulders, Nemu lined up her cock with Ichigo's entrance. Ichigo looked on with trepidation as the thick head pushed against her pussy. Her tneder folds gave way and with a single thrust, Nemu was inside of her.
"AH!" Ichigo and Nemu cried out together. Colors swam in Ichigo's vision as she felt her folds stretch around the invading cock, her jaw opening to let out a silent moan as she became a woman. "Ohhhh…" she groaned, feeling a twinge of pain from being stretched. "It's…hot…and big…" she panted.
Feeling Ichigo's pussy around her faux-cock, Nemu felt like she might blow her load just from the tightness of Ichigo around her. "Your body…truly is well…crafted," she slurred. Her hips slapped against Ichigo's as she started moving inside of her. "You don't have a virgin barrier but…you're just as tight!"
Ichigo felt the wind knocked out of her as Nemu started to move inside of her. She clutched the sheets beneath her and tried to withstand the feeling of having her womanhood invaded. But Nemu knew how to make a woman moan and didn't take long before she started hitting her stride. "Oh! Oh! Ah!" Ichigo moaned each time Nemu's cock plunged into her pussy. Her breasts started to bounce as they rocked the bed. Nemu spied her swaying breasts and palmed her boob with her rough, masculine hand. Ichigo cried out when Nemu pinched her nipple, adding to the pleasure churning inside of her.
The bed started creaking, adding to the sexual symphony coming from the fornicating pair. Nemu let Ichigo's legs slide of her shoulders and felt them wrap around her waist. Filled with the sexual lust that men possess, Nemu leaned forward and started fucking Ichigo faster. "Ah! It's great! I can't stop!" she panted.
Ichigo's moans grew louder and louder. She couldn't think. Every time Nemu's faux-manhood slammed into her snatch all she could feel was elation and a craving for more. She wrapped her arms around Nemu's broad shoulders and clung to the lieutenant, feeling her masculine body hump hers while she fucked her silly. "Ahhhh! Nemu! I…I'm…" She couldn't hold it back anymore. Her mind was turning to mush. When the thick cock inside her touched that special spot, Ichigo saw stars and felt the bubble inside her pop. "I'm cumming!" She tightened her grip around Nemu and threw her head back, crying out as she climaxed. "OH FUCK!"
The tightening walls around her shaft didn't stop Nemu from fucking her even more. Sweat rolled down her masculine back while she watched Ichigo's face twist with pure pleasure, wanting more out of the girl. "You're…quite beautiful while climaxing…" she slurred, silencing the escort's moans with a deep kiss. Ichigo, now a shaking, squirting mess, entangled her tongue with Nemu's while her heels dug into the lieutenant's back.
Nemu's hips slowed to a stop as Ichigo went still, her vision swirling from such a hard orgasm. She felt Nemu pull out of her and groaned as her womanhood was emptied. "Ne…mu?" she panted, her body feeling heavy. She felt drained and sleepy, her sensitive body taking its toll on her mind.
But Nemu wasn't done yet. She rolled Ichigo onto her belly and repositioned the girl onto her hands and knees. Ichigo looked down between her legs to see Nemu behind her. "What…what are you doing?" she panted, confused that Nemu had not put her suit's cock back into her womanhood.
Grabbing the bottle of oil, Nemu gave a seductive smile to Ichigo while she poured it over Ichigo's ass and her own fingers. "I'm not done yet. This isn't for an examination…this is for my own enjoyment," she confessed. "I'm going to take you here."
"Wha-OH!" Ichigo gasped when she felt something poke her backdoor. "Not…not there!" she groaned as fingers entered her asshole. "Ah! Ahhhh!" The feeling of having her rear invaded was unreal, her body trembling from knowing what was coming next. She clenched her teeth as a new, foreign pleasure started to build inside of her. 'It's no good! My…my butt's too sensitive! It feels good!'
"I see you're starting to get into it. Perfect." Nemu lubed up her faux-cock and spread Ichigo's cheeks. "Take a deep breath. As someone who's been on the receiving end of Master Mayuri's experiments, the first time stings."
Ichigo felt the tip touch her ring of muscles and had no time to brace herself before she pushed. "AHH!" Her arms gave out and she slumped onto the bed, her ass sticking up, which was perfect for Nemu to fuck. She grimaced as Nemu's hot rod slowly entered her backdoor. Even though Nemu was lubed up and she had been stretched open, it still stung to feel Nemu stretch her asshole. "It's…so big!" the girl groaned, gripping the sheets as tight as she could. Thanks to her over sensitive body, she felt like she might cum just from Nemu putting it in despite the stinging pain.
"So…tight…" Nemu moaned as the hot walls of Ichigo's asshole embraced her. She kept slowly pushing herself deeper and deeper until Ichigo had almost taken every inch of her suit's cock. "I take it back. Dominista didn't do a good job in recreating your body," she palmed Ichigo's juicy cheeks and squeezed her buns, her nails digging into her skin. "She did a fantastic job turning you into a real woman."
Ichigo howled in pleasurable pain when Nemu started to move. Her eyes rolled backwards as Nemu's thrusts started weak but grew stronger. With every slide of the suit's faux-cock into her, Ichigo slowly lost control of her own body, relaxing into Nemu's thrusts and letting her fuck the escort unhindered. Speech failed Ichigo as she lay on the bed, her mind blank from the feeling in her lower half. Though she knew how taboo this was, her body was craving the pleasure. The pain from having her asshole invaded faded away, only leaving an ecstasy that took over her mind. "Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhh!" Ichigo moaned, tears falling down her face as she lost her mind.
Her hips slamming Ichigo's ass, Nemu moaned with equal lust, her masculine body moving beyond her control. "So good! So gooooood!" she slurred. Her face broke her usual mask of stoicism and showed Nemu at her most lewdly. Her cheeks were bright pink, her eyes glazed with unbridled lust and her mouth opened to suck in while her lips formed a salacious smile. "So good! I'm…I'm going to cum again!" she cried out.
Ichigo didn't wait for Nemu to cum first. Feeling Nemu fuck her ass like a train, Ichigo went limp and came a third time, her mind going blank. "Ohhhhh…" she slurred, her face buried in a pillow.
"Ah! It's…it's…" Nemu squeezed her eyes shut and felt her suit's balls tighten. "I'm cumming!" She slammed into Ichigo's ass one more time before she exploded inside her, painting Ichigo's guts with white hot cum.
Feeling a man's spunk fill her asshole was too much for Ichigo. 'So hot…my stomach feels hot…' she thought to herself as she let the pleasure take hold again. The sensation was too much for Ichigo and her head slumped onto the bed, her pussy gushing one more time from her oversensitive body being pumped full of cum.
Nemu pulled out of Ichigo and noticed how still the girl was. Rolling the girl over, Nemu saw that Ichigo had passed out. "Hmm…I see the pleasure was too much for you. Understandable given your condition," she noted, going back to her usual stoic attitude. Sliding off the bed, Nemu reached behind her and pulled down the suit's zipper and stepped out of the fleshsuit, becoming a woman again. "That was quite fun. And you gave me a lot of data. Master Mayuri will be pleased." Using a Kaido to repair the damage to Ichigo's asshole, making sure that the escort wouldn't walk with a limp tomorrow. Putting the suit away, the lieutenant got dressed and quietly walked out of the room.
Minutes later…
"I should skin you alive," Madame Dominista growled.
Standing at the entrance hall to the escort service, Dominista had caught Nemu before she could leave. Upon hearing the commotion from down the hall, Dominista waited for Nemu to leave the room before she checked to see how Ichigo was fairing. Seeing her laying on the bed passed out, covered in a strange oil, told a very clear picture to the dark-skinned woman.
Nemu kept her stoic attitude while the manager accosted her. "I hired your escort to examine her body. I simply gave her a thorough examination. Ichigo seemed to enjoy it, despite her condition and masculine mindset," she insisted.
Dominista wanted to slap Nemu silly. That the lieutenant had the gall to pull that card out of the deck was unbelievable. "Nemu, when one of my girls decides to spice up their client's experience with some skinship, it is never part of their job experience and always their personal choice. But this was not a choice. You drugged Ichigo and had your way with them."
"The oil was necessary for-"
"Don't. Just don't. You have no leg to stand on here. You knew what you were doing and exploited Ichigo's situation and abused my establishment's rules. I do not take kindly to anyone drugging my girls. I will inform Captain Unohana that you and your squad are to stay far away from my business and my employees. And for what you did to Ichigo, you will pay double. Now." She held out her hand.
Sighing, Nemu reached into her bag and pulled out a wad of cash, handing it to Dominista. "Are we finished? I have to get this data back to Master Mayuri."
Dominista pointed to the door. "Go and don't come back here." Nemu nodded and quietly left, still satisfied at how her time with Ichigo went. Dominista rubbed her temple and walked over to the receptionist desk and hit an intercom button. "Ohaya. Sakura. Could you please come to the front door?"
A minute later and two of Dominista's assistants walked in, Ohaya and Sakura. Or as Ichigo called them "Petite" and "Redhead". "You called, Madame Dominista?" Ohaya asked.
"Go to Ichigo's room and clean her up. Nemu put some aphrodisiac oil on her that's all over her body. When you finish, I want you to use the Kikanshinki to change Ichigo's memory of today."
Sakura looked at her boss concerned. "Will it work on Ichigo? Isn't she too strong for it to work?"
"In her addled state, her mental resistances will be weak so it should work on her. I would prefer Ichigo not remember this since she's already conflicted from her romantic encounters with Rangiku and Retsu. I'd prefer not to confuse her anymore by what Nemu did."
The two nodded and left to collect Ichigo, leaving Dominista alone to call Unohana and tell her about what Nemu did…
To be continued