4.15.06 – Hey, any new people who are reading this story, or anyone who's rereading this, I have made a few changes to the first few chapters of this story, and some others to repair some plotholes, and major spelling mistakes, okay? I hope you like the little changes I've made, and I also hope they make things a little clearer for you!

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And now, to avoid wasting any more time when you find out what Kagome has to do as a part of this bargain, without further ado...

Chapter 3: Complications and Clubbing

Sango backed quickly around, cowering behind the heavy oaken door, holding her clipboard over her head protectively. Please, Kami, if he didn't let her find her, she would actually stop thinking about Miroku, for like, EVER.

Yeah well. God didn't play that way. Karma ALWAYS came back to bite you in the ass, Sango thought to herself as she felt quivering footsteps come towards her hiding place, and prepared herself...

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"YOU COULDN'T TELL ME I HAVE TO SLEEP IN THE SAME ROOM AS HIM! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! DO I HAVE TO SLEEP IN THE SAME BED? HUH? ANSWER MEEEEE!" Kagome bellowed down at the diminutive-looking Sango.

"Ummmm, no! That's the good news! See we have these,umm, maids you see, and umm, they're working undercover for, ummm a tabloid, and ummm, they're going to publicise your relationship so it looks solid when you guys go to the Emmys! And so, ummm, Mr Mireshi thought it'd look better if they could get pictures of your bedroom! Yeah! And I swear, that's ALL I have to hide from you!" Sango squeaked out, at great speed.

Kagome growled again, turned round, stalked over to her chaise longue, and covered her face with her hands.

In..out...in...out. Kagome knew she had to calm down, and was just descending into a fantasy of green leaves, candy cane trees and babies, when a sudden, dark thought occurred to her already totally frazzled brain.

Her chocolate eyes narrowed and her hands curled into fists as she stalked over to Sango, who remained in hiding behind the door.

And very, very quietly, and very, very menacingly, she asked, "WHICH tabloid, Sango?"

There was no way out of this hole now, Sango thought. She gulped heavily, and shakily stood up, once more squaring her shoulders and standing nose to nose with Kagome

"Starz Bazaar."

"Why?" Kagome hissed out, sounding worryingly calm.

"Well, come on!" Sango drew herself up to her full height, getting annoyed with Kagome's attitude to this whole thing. "Everyone reads it, and we want to make sure EVERYONE knows about you and Inuyasha's "relationship"."

"But if anyone KNOWS I'm actually going out with that man whore, good for nothing, thick headed, teeny weenie-d, egotistical-"

"Ass-licking bastard? Thank you." A cocky voice rang out from behind the other door leading through to her bathroom. Both girls' heads whipped around to glare at the man dressed in a T-shirt and crinkled jeans in the doorway, arms crossed with a smirk on his face.

"Singing my praises, are we?" Inuyasha quipped, before stalking into the room. "Get your ass downstairs. We have a press conference on you being my brand new photographical muse. Take your publicist, and go see the stylists by the pool. God knows they have a LOT of work to do..." And he was gone before Kagome could even start cursing.

"Sango..." Kagome whined, looking out over her delicious surroundings. "Why is he having the press conference? It's not like he's HUGE yet, or else we wouldn't be having this deal, so why would it matter that I'm his muse?"

"Kagome, did you not know?" Sango asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Would I be asking if I did?" Kagome replied snippily.

"Kagome, you're representing Giorgio Armani with these pictures." Sango said, grinning at Kagome.

"No, I'm not. How could he be photographing for Armani?" Kagome asked in disbelief, unable to believe her good fortune.

"You know how designers like to change photographers for new lines? Well the Summer 2006 Fantasia line is being photographed by an unknown, for freshness or whatever, and they chose Inuyasha. Then Inuyasha's father chose you!" Sango explained patiently.

"Oh." Kagome replied in a small voice, worry building inside her. "Is it really necessary? Couldn't I maybe be his muse in secret?" she asked in a small voice.

"Honey, you have singlehandedly, well not really, Inuyasha too, have created a small storm in the world of fashion. Armani is usually clean, sharp and understated. Unless you're really paying attention, you never know when the new lines actually come out. That he's creating a line with as much publicity as Fantasia, is huge enough. Anorexic little robots have been fighting tooth and nail to get what you just got Kagome. Take it!" Sango gushed.

"Aw honey, that's why I'm your publicist. Now let's go find that stylist!" Sango said cheerily, glad that smiting was at least put off until tomorrow.

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Inuyasha collapsed onto the bed in his room, covering his face with his hands. The enclosing red walls and the black sheets seemed to swallow him up as he thought about this dilemma. If his own father hadn't made sure he couldn't kick the girl out of the house once she was in (stupid Kaede, stupid spell), he would be sleeping here either alone or getting laid tonight. But nooooooo.

Fucking bitch just HAD to encroach on what he thought was a pretty good life. Sure there wasn't any laughter that wasn't at the expense of others, or just plain happiness, but it was still pretty damn good. He was young, hot, rich, successful and loving it!

Funny though, he thought to himself. If he was so happy, how come, ever since that New Years' Eve 1996, he had never slept through the night?

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FLASH Kagome blinked heavily through her layers of black eyeliner as she was pushed into the conference room she didn't even know existed. Camera flashbulbs started going off in front of her eyes, and as she kept a fake smile plastered onto her face, she turned around, searching wildly for Sango.

She had never been in a press conference before, and had also never seen Sango so goddamn hyped up, like a kid on five sugar hits at once. She tiptoed forward at the feel of the insistent push at her back from the bouncing Sango. She seriously thought her knees would collapse under her, she was that scared!

A wave of relief washed over as a strong, secure hand grabbed and squeezed hers, calming her instantly. She turned to thank whoever had rescued her, a warm grin already on her face. Well, that grin didn't last very long as she looked into the golden eyes of a dashing white haired man she knew and hated SO well.

"What in hell's name is wrong with you!" Kagome hissed from between her widely-smiling teeth. Couldn't look bad for the cameras now could she?

Through equally bared teeth, Inuyasha hissed back, "I can't exactly have your ass collapsing all over my lounge now can I? People will think that I should really take care of my goddamn muse better!" he said as he hauled her on her merry way towards the press desk where their pristine water glasses and microphones sat atop a perfectly creased red tablecloth. Fancy bastard, Kagome thought, turning up her nose briefly.

"Besides, we have an arrangement. You're supposed to like me, remember?" Inuyasha hissed as they advanced to the table.

"Screw the arrangement, at least until I cool off. I hate you." Kagome whispered, wrenching out of Inuyasha's hold.

"Fine, not a problem for me." Inuyasha retaliated, stalking ahead to the table, grabbing her hand and hauling her behind him none too gently.

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As they sat down, Kagome ripped her hand from his grip under the table, still smiling, and making a huge show of wiping off her hands of her Dolce and Gabbana jeans, smirking at him beneath her bangs. He didn't have time to retaliate before the visibly shaking Sango gave the press the signal to begin their questions, and selected a plump woman in a salmon colored skirt suit, seeing as she'd already knocked the two male reporters either side down in her vicious excitement.

"HELLOOOOOOOO! Yura Jutinabe, from NYC Today. Inuyasha, where did you come across the lovely Miss Higurashi?"

"Ummm..." Inuyasha began stupidly. Kagome resisted the sudden need to cackle behind her hands at the man's obvious genius. "I just met her at my club, you know, YouKingdom, youkai and guests only, and I invited her into my VIP area, and told her she should be a model over some drinks. When she told that indeed she was, I just knew I had to get her for my photos! The Armani opportunity required someone truly..special...and I found that in Kagome here, the second I saw her!" Inuyasha finished proudly, knocking back a sip of water and a cocky grin, realxing into his chair.

Kagome nearly slapped her forehead. Miroku had just told her this, whilst doing her eyeshadow, Rule #1 of press conferencing: never introduce the concept of romance unless there IS one. Which there sure as hell wasn't! She cringed as she waited tensely for what she knew was coming next, pinching Inuyasha's firm thigh to release some anxiety. She didn't even know she was doing it, but Inuyasha red face and teeny squeak of pain as his father answered a few technical questions let her know in a hurry. She let him go with a sharp twist, nearly driving Inuyasha's face into purple regions.

"OOOOOOH!" Yura squealed, as the other reporters either continued taking their photos or covered their ears from Hunya's high pitched squeaking. Kaaaaami, Kagome thought, every dog in the country HAD to be in tears now.

"Does that mean there's a little...shall we say...liaison between you and Miss Higurashi then Mr Mireshi? After all, you ARE quite the playboy!" Yura waggled her eyebrows at the pair, who twitched uncomfortably in their plush chairs.

"Oh GOD, no!" Kagome hotly denied, forgetting everything Miroku had ever told her about the powers of denial in the paparazzi.

"Yeah, uhh, what she said!" Inuyasha exclaimed, once again doing a fabulous impression of ketchup.

Yura looked down and made some notes on her notepad quickly, whilst Sango told her to sit down now and looking for all the world as though she wasn't quite finished mauling the pair of them.

"Ummm, how 'bout you sir, at the back, in the blue jacket?" Sango asked brightly, feeling the excitement wear off faster by the second.

"How were you feeling when Armani told you that you were his new hopeful for the Fantasia line, Mr Mireshi?"

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And so the conference continued, Kagome getting easier and more fluid in fielding the reporters' questions, with the ever-irritating Inuyasha putting in his supposedly suave two cents' worth every question.

Finally, Kagome heaved a huge sigh as Sango, returned to her bounced-out self from Kagome's fantabulous conference following Yura's shocking presumption.

When everybody had left, Kagome hefted her way out of the chair, stealing a sideways glance at Inuyasha, now attractively getting up and scratching his ass through his jeans. Ugh, guys, Kagome thought to herself in disgust.

She went to make her way back to her room, only to find it entirely empty. Her heart sank on the outside, as she growled loudly and stomped off to search for Inuyasha's wing for the next hour. Little did she know though, on the inside, her heart leapt with excitement.

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"MIROKU!" Inuyasha bellowed as he smirked, having caught Kagome looking at him just a few minutes ago. Yeah, thought he wouldn't conquer Kagome-panty-land now did she? He gave an evil chuckle as he considered the thought. Mwahahahahahahaaaa.

"What could you POSSIBLY want now?" Miroku asked, already in pajama bottoms at five in the afternoon.

"Are you SLEEPING now?" Inuyasha asked, beginning to change into a dark red silk shirt and black jeans.

"God, no, what am I, four? I was actually doing a little yoga and meditation to enhance my sexual prowess." Miroku replied haugtily.

"Man, NOTHING exercises your dick better than experience, and we all know you're not getting any of THAT." Inuyasha quipped as he hauled on a black sport jacket and black boots.

"Ha ha. Very funny...Sango's warming to me anyhoos. What was it you wanted again, other than to diss my man skills?" Miroku asked tiredly, fairly frightened of whatever Inuyasha could possibly want of him.

"Well it's two things. First, I need you to persuade Kagome to come to YouKingdom so we can be "seen" together. Plus it'll piss her off no end! And then I need you to keep it secret that it's my club and that I'll be there. She doesn't even know it exists yet. Stupid wench..." That there was the closest Inuyasha had ever come to saying please.

"Let me get this straight. You want to skip over to one of my best friends, and lie to get her to go out with you? That's a little desperate for THE Inuyasha, king of pantyland, master of the nookie and world-class seducer extraordinaire." Miroku smirked at him, sitting on the bed next to Inuyasha.

"Bastard! Just do it would you?" Inuyasha clocked Miroku over the head twice and stalked out angrily. "I'll be with the Aston." He ground out before slamming the door heavily.

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"Yeah, so you wanna come to the club? It's hot, it's new, it's happening and both of your pretty little booties will be in there!" Miroku chirped brightly at the two females in the sauna. Naked under towels, he might add...

"Where is it?" Kagome asked, warming to the idea. Models were great in clubs and Sango would love her for it forever. She conveniently forgot that if anyone owed her a favor, it was Sango...

"Called YouKingdom. Down near Rodeo Drive." Miroku replied, craning his head ever-so-subtly to see down Sango's towel. His discretion was rewarded by a tightening of the towel, a slap and a declaration of "Pervert!"

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Kagome. YouKingdom sounded familiar. Um...YES! It was Inuyasha's club! Oh, so he thought he would lure her there as a publicity stunt huh? Well, she'd go, like the good girl she was, but if Inuyasha thought he could play her just like that, he had another think coming!

She let Miroku continue, not saying a word about her little piece of knowledge.

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Kagome towelled off quickly, after chasing Miroku from the room, guiltily gripping Sango's towel, with a ridiculous grin spread across his face.

After moisturising and all, she shimmied into a denim mini skirt, knee high tan spike heel boots and a gold, sequinned halter neck with a plunging, draped neckline until you could just see the diamond lodged in her navel. After a nick of mascara and eyeliner, and some lipgloss, she was up and ready to go. She knocked on her powder room door, and Sango came out, looking gorgeous in a simple, but knockout strapless black minidress and silver spike heel court shoes.

"Are we ready?" Kagome asked.

"Of course. And are you whooping Inuyasha's sorry ass tonight?"

"Yuh huh!" Kagome replied excitedly, looking hugely forward to her and Sango's great plan.

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As they sped along to the club in Kagome's borrowed Porsche convertible, whilst Miroku claimed to be taking a separate car, for convenience.

Liar, Kagome thought to herself as she and Sango sang noisily and totally off key to Shania Twain's Man! I Feel Like A Woman!...

Combin my hair, doin the dare...

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The atmosphere was FABULOUS, as per usual, Inuyasha thought to himself as he and Miroku walked in and ordered their free beers.

Strobe lighting darted in careful patterns around the dancefloor, which was surrounded by a bar which went all the way around. On the upper balcony, stood the VIP area, where Inuyasha and his guests had their own dancefloor and bar. Plus the strictest bouncers. Couples gyrated on both floors to recent R n B music, right now Rihanna's Pon de Replay.

He craned over the top of the balcony and finally glimpsed Kagome and Sango wandering around carrying strawberry daiquiris on the lower floor. Well,they obviously found the liquor easy enough. He practically shoved Miroku down the stairs to go and haul them up there. He watched with a smirk of glee on his face as he nodded at the camouflaged photographers in his area and saw Miroku cut throught the throngs of happy, drunk people to offer the girls one of his arms each, and get entirely rejected.

"Well well well! Who would've guessed that Kagome Higurashi would be living it up in my club? I thought you hated me, so I gotta ask, why are you even here?" Inuyasha drawled out.

"Well, SOMEONE didn't exactly tell me this shithole belonged to you, giggle giggle and I wasn't exactly in the mood to pass up a good party when I found that out. Besides, I've never been a VIP before. Come on, Inuyasha, dance with me?" Kagome asked sluttily, playing for all she was worth like she was drunk off her rocker.

Completely taken aback, Inuyasha looked for his support crew of one, who was conveniently pressed up against a wall, held there by a tall woman in a black minidress and silver heels. She happily purred, as Inuyasha could hear with his twitching white ears as she stroked his tie.

So, he pondered. The bitches had thought to get drunk before they came out here. He would conquer her panties after all, he thought, as he took her hand and led her to the dancefloor.

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God, he had never been so turned on in HIS LIFE. Funny, he couldn't even smell much alcohol coming off her, yet the seductive purrs coming from her as they danced, her back to his front, made him feel so alive, and he gripped her hips, feeling the deep sways on every pounding beat of Mariah Carey and Jermaine Dupri's Get Your Number.

As she gyrated her ass into his crotch, placing her own hands over his as the dancing got hotter and hotter and more explicit. They began to attract themselves quite a crowd, when she decided to conteract her own arousal by whipping around and kicking things up a notch. If this was going to work, she needed to have as many people looking as possible.

If she knew business, and by god she did, Inuyasha would have photographers and reporters planted all over the place, especially this VIP area. The bouncer was otherwise indisposed by breaking up Miroku and Sango, amidst remarks that this was NOT a brothel. Even people from downstairs had begun making their way up the glass escalator to watch this hot young couple doin' their thing.

Kagome turned around, wrapped her arms tight around Inuyasha's neck and whipped one long, creamy leg around his lower back, until he was supporting her, and she was standing on one leg. They were practically nose to nose, and Kagome gulped nervously, praying he wouldn't hurt her too much after this, considering how much she wanted to jump him right now, it was that hot. She ground her upper thigh of the leg on the ground into his own thigh, instigating his hands tightening round her hips and heavier breathing from him. Gooood, she had him off his guard. Now, into the best part.

Suddenly, Kagome unraveled herself, allowing her heel to catch in Inuyasha's belt buckle. Having skilfully manoeveured the heel (and totally twisted her ankle in the process, practically falling flat on her face) under the buckle, she found the belt undone.

A twisted little smirk crossed Inuyasha's face as he realized what he thought she was planning. Jeremy would be getting a workout tonight!

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Kagome grinned at him, pushing him gently back into the plushy red loveseat, and loosely pulled the curtain after shoving him, with his loose pants onto the chair.

Good, that should be enough of a gap for the photographers to see.

She twitched her eyebrows, and put her head down to his trousers. She really really hoped he was horny enough that he wouldn't smell how nervous she was, you know, being a virgin and all.

She undid the zipper with her teeth, waggling her left foot as she did, signalling the photographers she had hired herself to come huddle around the slightly opened curtain.

Hmmm. Bright red boxers. Who would've guessed...

As she located the little slot that he peed from, she prepared to not scream, and move aside for the photographers. She looked up at Inuyasha, and asked in her most sultry voice, "Are you ready?"

Inuyasha nodded, running his hands through her hair.

"If you're sure..." Kagome said. And she quickly tore open the front of his boxers, leaving little Jeremy at the shameless mercy of the cameras.

Inuyasha gave an almightly roar the second he realised what went on.

He looked over at Kagome for a second, red flooding into his irises. And all she had to say was "Got milk?"

AN: Hope you all like, as this is a little longer, to make up for the super slow update! I love you all, and I'd like maybe five reviews? This isn't as great as, but I still had fun writing it! Love y'all! Next chappie: Apologies and Hangovers!