The moment he walked through the door to his apartment he ripped off his clothes and ducked in the shower once again. The soap from that fancy hotel smelled like flowers and it was making his head feel funny. As he scrubbed every inch of himself for the second time that night his tired mind wandered, replaying every embarrassing moment of the past few hours. Every moan, every groan, every whine and lack of control the moment his desire was piqued. It was disgusting how quickly that hurdle had been jumped; how quickly he had gone from angry young man to wanton little sex demon. He shuddered when he remembered the feel of those fingers, that thick cock, sliding into him and he had to try very hard to convince himself that he hadn't liked it. He failed miserably, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against the cold fiberglass when he noticed that he was more than half erect at the memory. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around it, slowly stimulating himself as the hot water sluiced over his skin. Unbidden visions of the blue haired mafia boss popped up before his closed eyes and before long he came, shuddering and gasping.

"Shit." He sighed and washed his hand clean before turning off the tap and reaching for a towel.

He had barely dried himself off when he fell on his bed, asleep before he hit the mattress.

"Yo, guess who came to bug ya on yer lunch break?"

Ichigo looked up from the book he was reading on Otorhinolaryngology and blinked at the lithe blond that approached him.

"Didn't I tell you not to bug me at school anymore? You're always trying to get me to ditch out and you know I can't do that."

Shinji rolled his eyes and sat on the grass near Ichigo. "So?" He leaned over the open book in Ichigo's lap and frowned. "Can you even pronounce that?"

"Of course I can, baka. Oh-toh-rahy-noh-lar-ing-gol-uh-jee. Otorhinolaryngology. It's actually a really simple…."

"Whatever, sorry I asked. Anyway, you'll never guess what happened after ya left last night."

With a sigh Ichigo closed his book and looked up at his friend, waiting for him to explain whatever stupid story he just had to tell him. Shinji's smile grew to encompass nearly his entire face before he finally began his tale. Ichigo really could care less what happened at the club after he was gone, not that he didn't like his job, far from it he actually enjoyed it immensely. It was just that unless it directly effected him he didn't have time to worry about it. Even less now with what had happened to him the night before. As he half listened to what Shinji was saying he nodded his head periodically and 'mhmm'ed in the places he hoped was necessary. Shinji frowned at him, knowing exactly what he was doing, having known each other since childhood it was rather easy to tell when Ichigo was less than interested in something, and decided to take a bit of advantage of it.

"So yeah, I got these awesome thongs from my mom, not hers but she made them for me for the shows, and well I jus' don't like them all so I was wondering if ya wanna come over and try some of them on. Ya know, see if any of them suit ya."

"Mhmm." Ichigo nodded and checked his watch. He had seventeen minutes before his next class.

"Alright then, I'll pick ya up after school." Without waiting for a response Shinji jumped up and trotted away leaving Ichigo scowling after him and wondering if he had just dug his own grave.

Outside the gates of the university Shinji reclined against the wall and waited for Ichigo. Right on time he rounded the corner but stopped short when he saw the other young man. He had been agonizing about what he had agreed to at lunch all class period and was wary when he saw him. Shinji smiled and approached.

"Ya look gay by the way." He announced cheerily, turning more than a few heads in their direction.

"What the hell? You're the only fag here." Ichigo frowned when he heard a distant giggle and slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Tight as shit purple jeans accented by a studded belt that has absolutely no function accept for ascetics with a pastel blue vee neck long sleeve pullover, no undershirt mind you, and a thin gold unadorned chain. Who's the fag here?"

"Shut up, I look awesome and you know it."

"Yeah, but I'm gay." Shinji pointed out as they began walking.

"What about you? Yer pants are just as tight as mine if not tighter. And what's with the freakin' tie? We aren't in high school any more, you realize this right?"

Shinji stopped to cock a hip and glare haughtily at him. "Well excuse the hell outta me for wantin' to look classy."

"Whatever." Ichigo sighed. "So, what the hell did I agree to earlier." He finally asked as they resumed walking.

Shinji smiled and shook his head. "Uhn-uh. I ain't sayin' till we get back to my place."

Ichigo scowled. "I don't think I wanna go then."

"Don't pout, yer cute when ya pout."

They walked the rest of the way back to Shinji's apartment in silence, Ichigo brooding about what could possibly be waiting for him and Shinji almost leaping with glee at the prospect of stuffing Ichigo into tiny little scraps of fabric. He knew the exact one that he was going to force on his friend first, a pale gold one with small red strawberries all over it. He giggled a little and Ichigo shot him a glare. That giggle Shinji had never meant anything good. At least not for him. As they walked up the stairs to Shinji's apartment his neighbor was exiting. He was tall with long red hair and covered in thick jagged black tattoos. He looked up at the two and nodded before taking his leave silently. When he was at the bottom of the stairs and out of ear shot Shinji leaned close to Ichigo and whispered.

"God that's a piece of eye candy if I ever saw one."

"Shut up, he might hear you." Ichigo frowned.

It embarrassed him sometimes just how open Shinji was with his sexuality. He didn't personally have a problem with it, but he knew others did and he wasn't in the mood to help him fend off any would be homophobes this afternoon. Once they were inside Ichigo dropped his bag in the corner and plopped on the couch as Shinji made his way to the mini fridge that served as his main cold stage for food. The apartment was small, barely more than a studio, with a small kitchen area and bathroom. Shinji pulled out two beers and tossed one at Ichigo who caught it and frowned.

"Do ya have ta try and scare it before ya drink it?" He asked as he reached for the bag of goodies.

"Shut up." Ichigo sighed and popped it open, taking a long pull before setting it on the small coffee table. "So what the hell?"

"Yeah, yeah. Okay. So you know how my mom gets right?" Without waiting for an answer he up ended the bag on the floor.

Shinji's mother was the most accepting person Ichigo had even met. Not only did she love her son enough to support his choice of lifestyle she actually encouraged his chosen profession, going so far as to design outfits and help him with his routines. Ichigo reached out to the pile before realizing what they were and snatching his hand back. Shinji laughed and picked through the some forty pair of thongs, searching for the ones he wanted so desperately to get his friend into. Upon finding them he held them up with a triumphant smile. Ichigo scowled at them.

"It's a thong." He stated the obvious.

Shinji rolled his eyes. "Well duh, baka. My mom made them for my shows but I don't like all them. I thought that…."

"You want me to wear that?! It looks like something a chick would wear."

"It's not like I'm askin' ya to wear them for day to day shit. It's only for the shows." He wiggled the panties in his hand. "Think how much money you'll get thrown atcha if ya wear these Ichigo." He added with a Cheshire grin and tossed them at Ichigo's face.

"Uhg. You have got to be kidding me." He sighed and knew that Shinji was right, the men at the club would go nuts over that particular pair on him. He gulped down the rest of his beer and shook the can for Shinji to get him another. He was going to need more than one if he was going to do what he knew Shinji wanted.

Two hours and countless beers later he stood before a mirror and cocked a hip, frowning at his reflection.

"Jesus I look so gay in these."

"Ain't that the point?" Shinji asked from the couch. He never could handle much alcohol and they did have to work in a few hours. "Han' me those bananas, I gotta sober up."

"Since when did bananas do that for alcohol?" Ichigo asked, only a bit more than buzzed.

"I'u'o, jus' han' um ta me."

He tossed the fruit at Shinji's head and reached for another thong. This one, he noticed, wasn't a thong at all but a pair of white cotton panties that rode low on his hips and high on his cheeks. He looked over his shoulder to make sure Shinji wasn't looking and slipped off the green pair he was currently wearing, slipping into the white ones.

"Maaa! Oh God, ya have ta wear those tonight. You'd get double what ya got las' night."

"Ya think?" Ichigo turned to check out his ass and blushed a little. Even tipsy he was easy to embarrass.

Shinji stumbled off the couch and weaved his way over to where Ichigo was timidly admiring himself, slinging an arm over his shoulders and giggling when Ichigo blushed and shoved him away only to catch him before he fell.

"If ya weren't my bes' friend I'd to'lly rape ya righ' now. Happ'ly."

He did push Shinji away this time with a half hearted, "Shut up."

As they laughed, Shinji giggling madly on the floor while Ichigo rolled his eyes and chuckled at his stupid friend, his phone rang. Stumbling over to his bag he pulled it out and opened it without looking who it was, thinking that it might be one of his sisters or his father. The voice he heard instead made his laughter die instantly.

"Hello, Strawberry."

Ichigo's cock twitched at the sound of that voice and he gulped reflexively. "What the hell do you want?" Ichigo asked, suddenly defensive.

"Ah, don't be like that. Jus' checkin' how my toy was doin'."

"I'm fine."

Grimmjow chuckled and Ichigo could almost hear his grin when he spoke again. "Good. You'll be coming over tonight as well, so be ready."

"Uh, I gotta work I can't."

"Bullshit. You don't have ta work with the money I'm payin' ya."

Before Ichigo could retort Shinji yelled at him from across the room though it was far from necessary in a place that small.

"Yo, Ichigo. Where the hell did those pink ones go? I wanna wear them tonight."

Ichigo shushed him with a wave of his hand.

"Who the hell was that?" Grimmjow demanded harshly.

"No one, just my friend."

"Better be just a friend. I don't like to share, remember that. I'll have my man pick you up at eight…."

"I told you I have to work tonight. I'm not free until after ten."

There was a long pause in which the silence was thick. Shinji watched Ichigo intently and frowned. Whoever he was talking to he wasn't well liked.

"Ya gonna wear the white ones?" He asked quietly as he came up behind him.

Ichigo frowned and nodded before speaking into the phone. "Look, I gotta go. Like I said, I'll be done at ten." Without waiting for Grimmjow to answer he flipped the phone closed and took a deep breath.

"So who was that?" Shinji asked, his buzz wearing off rather quickly now that the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Nothing."

Shinji frowned and then laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "Yer answer made no sense by the way. Let's get on, we're on clean up before the club opens, remember?"

Ichigo nodded and changed back into his boxers before stepping back into his clothes. He had a feeling that he was going to pay for being defiant but he couldn't help it. Just because he had a rather rich income now didn't mean that he could afford to quit the world around him. If anything fell through, or when Grimmjow tired of him, he needed to have his old life, strange as it was, waiting for him. He also wasn't about to tell anyone that he was now some man's plaything. He shivered as he grabbed his bag and slipped into his jacket. He wasn't about to tell anyone he was basically prostituting himself for the sake of his family.

Shinji was right, the white cotton panties where a huge hit. As he dry humped the pole in the middle of the stage, wrapping one leg around it and grinding his hips against it, he threw his head back sending droplets of water scattering. Z, the club's owner, had demanded he do so once he saw the change in wardrobe. Actually his exact words were, "If ya ain't gonna get those cute little panties wet ya hafta get yer hair wet." He added a smile that made his harsh scarred face even more frightening. "Or I'll fire ya."

When he straightened up he pressed fully against it and slid down a little before wrapping his arms above his head around the pole and returning to a standing position. On a whim his tongue shot out of his mouth and licked the pole as he did so. The crowed roared its appreciation and the music ended. He gathered the notes on the stage, making sure to stuff most of them in the front as he hurried off the stage. Shinji met him and pulled him into a hug, kissing him fully on the mouth before ducking away.

"That was fuckin' brilliant, Ichi!"

Ichigo blushed and wiped his mouth as he pulled off his mask, this time all white.

"If you ever do that again I'll kill you."

"Yeah, yeah. Ya love me and ya know it."

"Yo, Goldie, yer on!"

Shinji waved to his coworker and turned back to Ichigo. "See ya tomorrow."

Ichigo wanted nothing more than to go home and take a shower before falling into bed so when he stepped outside into the alley behind the club he was both surprised and disappointed to see the large stern faced man he had had his first encounter with the night before waiting for him. The man opened his mouth but Ichigo cut him off.

"Let me guess. The boss wants to see me?"

The man smirked. "Pretty cocky, don't you think?"

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with."

This time they didn't go to the hotel they had gone to before and instead made there way to a large complex of very expensive looking condos. Ichigo stared up at the building as they went down in to the underground parking lot. It had the be at least seventy stories high! Once they stepped off the elevator he was grabbed by the elbow and propelled down the hallway.

"I can walk ya know." He grumbled.

"Boss is pissed so I'm not letting you get away."

Ichigo frowned and held his tongue. What the hell was that man upset about? He hadn't done anything wrong. He was coming over like he was asked and he wasn't fighting it. He knew he would probably have to service him again tonight and he would do a good job to earn the amount they had negotiated he receive each time Grimmjow called him over. Then he remembered the phone call and sighed.

When the door was opened for him Grimmjow was pacing the other side of a large room decked out in an art deco theme. A large white couch dominated the middle of the room and a huge widescreen TV adorned the western wall. The carpeting was a pale blue and there were potted plants everywhere. Ichigo wondered if this was Grimmjow's home but decided that he wasn't going to ask. It really was none of his business.

"I don't give two shits what he's got to say, if he doesn't pay us by noon tomorrow tell him he'll be sleepin' at the bottom of Tokyo bay! Don't fuckin' call me with stupid shit like this anymore or you'll be with him." Grimmjow flipped his phone closed and turned to Ichigo, his face contorted with anger and he took an unconscious step backwards when he approached.

"Thanks Shawlong. You can go now."

Shawlong bowed respectively and exited, the door shutting with a soft click. Once he was gone Grimmjow came up to Ichigo as close as he could get without touching.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't beat the shit out for you for talkin' to me like that."

Ichigo opened his mouth but nothing came out. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"I- I can't just quit my job. People would ask questions and I really don't want to answer them."

Grimmjow sneered and took a step back. "So you plan on continuing to show off what's mine?"

"I'm not yours! Just because I'm doin' this doesn't mean that you own me."

For the first time since he entered the room Grimmjow smirked and barked out a laugh.

"That's exactly what it means! I'm fuckin' payin' for that ass you so willingly showed off tonight, and not a small amount. Don't take my generosity for granted or you just might regret it."

"I didn't ask for this!"

Grimmjow shook his head and without warning his fist flew at Ichigo's face. Luckily he ducked just in time and dodged a second blow by backtracking to the door.

"What the hell! Not the face asshole, I gotta work."

Grimmjow growled and grabbed him by the shoulders, ramming his knee into his stomach. Ichigo coughed and felt like he was going to throw up as all the air left his lungs.

"I think that's enough backtalk you little shit. I'll let you keep yer job for now, but one more screw up like this and I'll fuckin' lock you up."

He let go of Ichigo and took a step back, adjusting his tie and walking over to the wet bar. As Ichigo tried to catch his breath, his knees weak and his legs barely holding him up, he glared at the man as he causally poured himself a snifter of dark liquid. By the time he felt he could stand without puking he climbed up the side of the wall and leaned on it for support. Grimmjow grinned and set down his glass, walking back over to where Ichigo was. He grabbed him by the hair, Ichigo not fighting back because his head was still spinning.

"Yer lucky yer cute. It would be so easy to let the university know you have a job. What would you do then? It's against the terms of your scholarship for you to be working, isn't it?"

"You wouldn't." Ichigo seethed.

Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow. "Wouldn't I? I told you I don't like to share. It would be oh so fuckin' easy to make you a house pet instead of lettin' ya roam free." He reached for the zipper of Ichigo's hoodie and pulled it down slowly. "You like that dontcha? Bein' able to do as you please during the day. Goin' ta class, seeing yer little blond friend and goin' back to his place."

"You followed me?"

"Tch. I don't have time fer that shit. I had Shawlong follow you." Grimmjow leaned forward and grabbed the back of Ichigo's head. "You were in there quite a while."

"Shinji is my best friend. We were just hanging out." Shit, the last thing he needed was to get him involved in this.

"Best friends on kissing terms?"

He nearly choked and looked up into Grimmjow's dark blue eyes. Was nowhere safe for him? Shawlong must have been in the club and seen him as he had gotten attacked backstage.

"That was a one time thing. He was congratulating me for my performance." He said in a monotone.

"Mhmm." Grimmjow was slowly undressing him and paused to lift Ichigo's shirt, pinning his arms above his head with hit. "It won't happen again."

Ichigo shook his head and flinched when Grimmjow's burning fingers slid down his chest to his tender stomach. He'd be lucky if it didn't bruise. When those hands reached for his zipper he closed his eyes and felt his jeans pool at his feet. A rough finger dipped inside to waist of the white panties he still wore and pulled at them. Suddenly he was flipped around and his face was pressed hard into the wall. He was so dizzy from the action, his stomach threatening to revolt yet again, that he wasn't able to fight it when the panties were ripped from him and a knee was thrust between his legs, forcing them apart. He stepped out of one leg of his pants and complied, shivering at the heated breath on the back of his neck.

"I'm going to punish you now." Grimmjow whispered in his ear.

Ichigo heard his pants drop to the floor behind him and jumped when he felt him reach for his ass. The sickening realization that he was about to be taken without preparation washed over him and finally his body tried in vain to retaliate, his struggling too weak to do anything. When he felt the slick cock at his entrance he tensed and screwed his eyes shut. At least he had lubed up a bit, he thought fleetingly.

"Doin' that will only make it worse." Grimmjow pointed out even as he pushed forward.

With an almost audible pop the head slipped past the tight ring of muscle and Ichigo cried out in pain. Without stopping Grimmjow continued on until he was in as far as he could go. With a grunt he reached for Ichigo's leg, gripping the knee and pulling it up, holding on for leverage as he began to move, his pace fast and brutal. Balanced on one leg he had no option but to try not to fall and hope that he could walk after this. Despite the pain tearing through his backside he knew his cock was rock hard. It wasn't fair that even though he was in pain he was that aroused. Grimmjow didn't even bother to check him there and continued to pound into him with abandon. When Ichigo gave a heated moan as his prostate was struck Grimmjow faltered and almost came to a stop before grinning and hitting him even harder. Then, after what seemed both hours and minutes, he let out a hoarse cry and came hard.

With a smirk he let go of Ichigo and let him fall to the floor in a heap, panting and still painfully hard, a bit of blood starting to trickle out the back of him. Grimmjow reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a wad of bills, throwing it at Ichigo and chuckling.

"If you can walk go take a shower. Otherwise I'll just call Shawlong to carry you to the car and take you home." He bent low and grabbed Ichigo's cock tightly, making him wince. "Remember this the next time you decide to talk to me like that."

Ichigo whined and nodded, the pain in his ass and stomach making him feel sick again. With all the blood still pooling in his groin he shuddered, his eyes rolling back, and passed out. Grimmjow smiled at the sight and vowed to dream of it later that night. He reached for his phone and dialed out a quick number.

"Boss?" A deep voice asked.

"Yeah, he passed out. Take him home and make sure he's gonna be alone."

"Yes, boss."

He had the courtesy to at least pull Ichigo's pants up before Shawlong arrived and took him away. He walked to his floor to ceiling windows and popped one of them open, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it. Yes, he would definitely dream of that scowling face and that tight ass tonight.

A/N Poor Berry-tan and his sore bottom. *giggles* Grimmkitty is such a meanie head.