Today was colder than it has been all winter, the wind whipping around harshly as he tighten his arms around himself- the chill breaking through the thin jacket and short ebony locks circling around his head. He was bone cold walking down the street on the boarder of Shinjuku and Ikebukuro- he was cold and aching and jettering with nerves as he makes his way to his first client-first real client as an informant.

Shortly after the other night at the club, Izaya didn't hesitate to hack his way into the outside cameras and print off the photos of the two gentlemen and with a name drop of his own, he sent these to the wife of Nakamura Reo. Two days later he finally got the call he had been eagerly waiting for and set up a time to meet at a small diner not too far from his place of work since he would have to head there straight after anyways.

The diner itself was small and busy as he made his way to the back booth, hands in his lap as he fidgeted with the cuffs of his jacket as he try to mentally sooth his nerves. You got this. You have the information. You know what to do. Just breathe in, and out. He sighs once he calms and masks it with a smirk once he sees his target enter the diner- giving her a nod back to him when see locks eyes with the middle aged woman.

"Ah, Mrs. Nakamura-chan. Please, have a seat, I am Orihara Izaya- at your services," he greets and gives a curtsy bow before rejoining his own seat across from her. She nods and takes her own seat, "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Orihara. I assume you have the evidence I requested over the phone. "

He grins, beaming is more like it as he pulls out the envelope stashed inside his jacket and sliding it across the table towards. As she takes it she slides her own with his payment, of course. After the quick exchange, she pulls out the contents- multiple photographic evidence sliding out and she quickly grabs them- her grip tightening every time that she looked at a new one. He was able to find various photos of Nakamura Reo and his other partners partaking in the company of many young men and women, both at his club and others that he was able to track down via credit statements and eyewitnesses.

"I just-, I can't believe this. I imagined maybe one woman, but, not this many, not only that but men too. I can't believe this..., " she gasped and tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. "Nya, no tears my dear. You deserve much better than what your slime of a husband is giving you. You have all the proof right there to take him to court- start anew with your life and get what you deserve out of it. A fresh start if you wanted. These are my opinions only though." He places a comforting hand on hers and she lets out a sigh and nods.

"Thank you for everything. These will come out to be very useful." She gets up and grips the envelope tightly. He takes his chance and slides her his card, "In case you are ever in need of my services again or know anyone whom is. I hope to hear from you in the future and wish you all the luck, Mrs. Nakamura Anki," he lies. Honestly, he could care less- but he is building up a reputation so he fakes to sympathy- no need to be cocky this early in the game.

She has a glimmer in her eye and small curl of the lips as she pats his hand farewell and fingertips lingering longer than should. He smiles back as she left. Oh, he understands. He'd be stupid not to. It won't be long until she is calling him back anyways. He doesn't mind though, he will do whatever he needs to- for a price of course.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Few Nights Later*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

He knew she'd be back, he practically had her begging without so much as lifting a finger. He still has her begging, and pleading as he continues to thrust deep into her. Her arms secured around his neck and thighs wrapped tightly around his waist as his hips continue to thrust up into her body placed firmly on his lap.

She couldn't wait when he arrived to her apartment- barely making it to the sofa before she latched onto him like he was her lifeline. He wasn't though. She wasn't anything special. Not at all. Just a bank deposit and a quick lay- help keep up his appearances. He knows we wont call her back, well, unless she has money or needs an informant in the near future.

His fingers gripping onto her soft hips and lips latched and sucking up and down her neck as she moans as she is finally cumming around his thick, hard member- he feels her walls trembling and clinching and his hips sputtering as he races towards his own orgasm- few thrusts more and he is spilling deep and hot into the rubber barrier with a pleased grunt of his own.

As they come down from their high, she pulls off his now soft cock- condom tossed away and clothing rearranged to the normal. The smell of sex still lingering in the air as she tosses him his payment. Giving his brief farewells, he leaves with a satisfied smirk on his lips and the buzzing nerves from his orgasm.