The sun shone through the beautifully designed French windows that looked out onto the front yard of the Taisho mansion. Sesshomaru drew the curtains and walked into the kitchen. The refrigerator was full of meat. Lunch meat, raw steaks, leftovers, and all the carbohydrates an Atkins dieter could ever dream of. Sesshomaru stared at it all thoughtfully. The Taisho's had a cooking staff, a maid staff, and several drivers as well as several cars. Whatever Sesshomaru wanted was at the tips of his fingers, and in the Taisho house a hungry man usually wanted meat. The doorbell rang and Sesshomaru left the refrigerator door standing open to walk back into the living room. He inched the curtains away from the window. There were about twenty prostitutes standing in the yard.
"Hiya!" It was Candy trumpeting at Sesshomaru, but Miroku was visible somewhere underneath her massive chest. The pervert had never looked so tiny.

"Dude," he gasped, "this is so fuckin' fantastic! There's so many of 'em!" Sesshomaru blinked and opened the door wider, and walked up the stairs. Miroku dashed up next to him and a stream of prostitutes walked in. They slid their stiletto heels off and dropped down onto stylish couches, love seats, and lazy boys that adorned the Taisho's living room. Sesshomaru's father had acquired the house after he'd hit it rich and become a lazy business man. He hired four designers to decorate the house, and when they were finished he hired a staff to take care of everything else.

"That's how you get things done," was what he told Sesshomaru who had no clue what his father was rambling about.

"There are refreshments in the kitchen that you may help yourselves to," said Sesshomaru.

"This place is incredible!" cried a red haired prostitute as she stared around in awe. Miroku immediately went to her side.

"It has over forty bedrooms, a full kitchen staff and a full maid staff. I'd be more than happy to show you around; just you and me." The girl giggled.

"Your pervy little friend is cute, Mr. Taisho!"

"Do you really think so!" cried Miroku. "Tell me, have you ever considered giving up prostitution and getting married? Maybe having some kids? A LOT of-eurgh!" Sesshomaru slammed a glass of iced tea onto Miroku's head. It sloshed near the sides of the glass but not a drop spilled.

"Business," he ordered. "Everything will be run out of the mansion. As Miroku said, we have over forty bedrooms. Each of you can take two rooms to use as your own and pick once we have toured the mansion. You will decide on a rate for the clients but I will charge an advance fee. Are there any questions?" A well-muscled brunette with bright green eyes raised her hand.

"Yeah, why are we doin' this?"

"I'll handle this one," said Miroku smoothly. "You see, Mr. Taisho and I were driving down to volunteer at the children's hospital in his father's car because Mr. Taisho's car was having problems. A soccer mom crashed into the front of the vehicle and the woman was not insured, so Mr. Taisho kindly offered to pay for repairs. He is too ashamed to let his father know and so we are using the money for repairs." There was a short pause and the prostitutes broke into hysterical laughter.

"No really," said the brunette, "why're we doin' this?"

"Don't worry," said Candy, "Sesshomaru tol' me about it. They crashed his dad's car into a ditch and don' want him to know they drove it."

"Oooh," said the prostitutes. Miroku sighed miserably.

"Is everything clear?" asked Sesshomaru authoritatively.

"Honey if you can pull in the customers we'll take care of the rest," said Candy.

"Not a problem," said Sesshomaru.

Miroku's thick black address book was flipped open to the back. The phone finished its ring and a deep voice answered.

"Hey Bram," said Miroku lazily. "Sesshomaru totaled Tessaiga and he's running a prostitution ring outta his house. No, he was driving, not me. Hell yeah I'm serious; there's twenty sexy, big breasted chicks comin' tomorrow. Then come down and check for yourself! I got calls to make, later dude." Sesshomaru entered the living room holding two cokes. "Hey man. This is less fun now that all the girls are gone. It was great when they were all here to yell stuff at the phone; everyone believed me."

"Just keep going," said Sesshomaru. Miroku flipped through his address book and yawned.

"We're gonna get most of our customers through word of mouth anyway. How're you keeping the mansion staff from ratting you out?"

"Threats and bribes."

"Awesome." Miroku popped open his coke. "Can I stay here tonight? My grandpa has passed out by now so the house is probably locked and I don't have my key."

"Fine," said Sesshomaru, "but we're staying in."

"I'm no complaining. The idea of hanging around sexy girls all day is nice but your dad still scares the shit outta me." Miroku downed half his coke in one go. "You really think we can pull this off?" A ghost of a smile touched Sesshomaru's lips.

"Of course."