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My Lovely Stripper

Part 2 Money Trap

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When they left the bar, it passed midnight. The wind was coming up, passed some chilly on their skin. Mamori finally agreed when Hiruma offered her a ride for the third time. Hiruma had been standing there, in front of the dressing room after she had changed her costume. She hadn't had another option except taking his offer. He was sort of the man who wouldn't accept no for an answer, Mamori thought bitterly.

"What are you waiting for? Get in!" Hiruma ordered her sardonically, opening the car. His eyes were fixing on her when Mamori stepped inside his silver limousine. Mamori realized that. He soon followed and sat next to her. "Tell me, where the hell is your fucking house, Mamori?"

The young woman answered softly, "It's Block B no 21, near Shirokane district, near Tokyo University."

"That's quite far from this fucking place, right?" Hiruma smiled a bit, showing his devilish grin. Then, he quickly changed his expression and kicked the seat in front of him. "Ride the fucking car, you fucking idiot, what you are waiting for?"

The man who was sitting behind the wheel turned on the engine, smiling. His silly expression was clearly shown when he turned his head, looking at Hiruma, "why, you look so happy tonight, master?"

"Kekeke… it's none of your fucking business. One more word and I'll gouge your eyes out, Taki bastard…"

The driver quickly closed the connection window between them and drove the car, leaving Mamori and Hiruma alone. Hiruma curved his mouth, "well, none can disturb us by now…"

Mamori bit her lips, pressing her dark feeling. She didn't expect Hiruma gave her a ride, especially after what had happened between them. She still could feel the heat and his touch all over her skin. Her body was still sensitive. The troublesome part was the trickling liquid under her dress. She should have taken a bath first, she thought miserably.

"You look quite pale…" Hiruma hissed, wrapping one of his arms around her. "Tell me, are you okay or what, little bitch?"

Mamori raised her eyebrows, completely didn't get his point. He couldn't possibly ask about her condition right?

Hiruma moved closer, leaning his body closely to her. His lips touched her ear, and whispered softly to her, "since tonight is your first goddamn time, are you feeling fine by now?"

Mamori's face turned red. Oh, God, don't tell me he cares about what is happening to me… he couldn't be that… what's the proper word?

Gentle.

Mamori was too ashamed to speak and the devil obviously acknowledged that. Hiruma threw one of his deadly smiles, "if you're fucking fine, I'll make you a little bit busy…"

"What are you…" her voice trailed off as Hiruma grabbed her fingers, taking them and slowly… he slowly swallowed it one by one, sucking them with his sexy mouth. Mamori held her breath, completely awed by his action. Her face was getting redder than before. His mouth was on hers in no time, tasting her sweetness once more.

"I've mistaken your eyes color," Hiruma barely spoke between his kisses. "They are so goddamn blue, the most beautiful color I've ever seen…"

Mamori could feel her face was turning red again. He continued kissing her, touching her here and there. She sighed when he slipped his fingers under her dress, caressing her breasts. He still desired her very much, she noticed that painfully. He isn't gentle. He is terribly horny so he asked her condition. He is too much!

She shouldn't have let him to take her home in the first place. She regretted her decision, biting her swollen lips. He still didn't want to release her, and by then he attacked her neck with his kisses. Mamori whimpered when she felt his teeth—he bit her neck softly.

"Hiruma…" she warned him, asking him to stop. Hiruma seemed didn't care her warning and kept kissing and biting her. "Hiruma, please… it hurts…"

"Hmm?"

"Please stop it…"

"Mind to care this one, fucking bitch?" Hiruma suddenly spoke, guided her head to his lower part, and unzipped his trousers. He was so horny. Mamori was quite familiar with that one. She often gave blowjob or handjob in the bar, so she didn't hesitate when he asked for one. She nodded obediently.

She shoved his cock slowly into her mouth, licking it and sucking it. His cock was rather long and nice shaped, she thought. After several minutes of licking and sucking, she swallowed it completely inside her mouth, and pulled it in and out repeatedly. Mamori's skill impressed Hiruma all right.

Hiruma buried his finger beneath her soft hair, overcoming the delight which was attacking his body. He moaned over and over in pleasure, closing his eyes.

"Oh… yes, damn you…" Hiruma groaned, holding Mamori's head. When he was about to come, he didn't let her away, and forced her to drink all of his juices. Mamori could only obey his command, doing everything he wanted.

The young master had spent countless sex with many women, yet none could please him like what Mamori was doing. She was surely the best fucker ever, and hell, he remained himself to keep her in his side.

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The sound of streaming water filled the empty house. She had to wait the water to fulfill the bathtub, so she walked over her room, taking a bottle of wine and a glass. She wasn't an alcoholic, but she needed something to soothe her. She poured the wine into the glass and drank it at once. It was a crazy night… it was surely a crazy night… She took another glass, and then walked slowly to the bed. Oh, God, what have happened to me?

Mamori rested her body in her bed, thinking painfully about everything. She had to suppress her feeling, she thought. She didn't have time to be sad. She didn't have time to regret anything. All she should keep in her mind was money. She would get so much money. Yes, she would get so much money. What was so important about her virginity? One day she would loose it. However, she had never imagined to loose it in the hand of that person, Hiruma.

Hiruma.

What kind of person is he?

Then, she heard the water was full, flooding the bathroom floor. Mamori instantly rushed into her bathroom and turn the water off. The water inside the bathtub looked calm and peaceful. She clung one of her hands. It was warm, making her smile bitterly. All she needed was damn warm water. She wanted to clean herself.

Mamori quickly unbuttoned her dress, opening her clothes in disgusted way. She felt totally disgusted with herself for her own reaction to his touch. She still could smell his scent all over her body. It made her sick.

She clung into the water, drowning herself inside the bathtub. She needed to be clean. She was dirty. She was so fucking dirty. Mamori rubbed her skin hard, wishing she could get rid of those red marks. Damn, they were hardly gone.

She was so dirty. He made her dirty.

He had…

Tears started falling from her turquoise blue eyes. She was so desperate she wanted to end her life. All she had dreamt had been ruined. All was ruined. She bit her lips, trying to stop her tears but they wouldn't stop.

She had dreamt to give her virginity to her beloved, sharing beautiful night together. There wasn't any love or anything except lust between them, she acknowledged it sulkily. What could she expect, she questioned herself. She was a damn fucking stripper. She didn't deserve any love.

She is a stripper. She is a stripper. Mamori kept saying those words. A stripper would never get true love. She is a stripper… yes, she is a stripper…

Then, she cried out.

Mamori cried in the bathroom. Crying was all she could do to keep her sanity in her realm. All she could do was crying with all her heart. It's okay to cry this time… just this time… Mamori was still crying when suddenly her brother's face popped out in her head. Sena, my little brother. Sena and all of those wires… His crying and pale face… all of those treatments… chemotherapy…

Mamori wiped her tears. She decided to stop crying. She had no time for crying. Sena still needs me, I won't give up… Mamori kept repeating those words, ignoring her shattered heart. Sena needs me.

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It was a luxurious condo in the middle of Tokyo. The classy ornaments and beautiful paintings fulfilled the rooms. It was a kind of luxurious condo for young executives if it hadn't been completed with ammunition room. In the working room, Hiruma Yoichi opened his laptop, smiling. He had found what he had been looking for. He had found out the whole data about his new woman, Anezaki Mamori. Anezaki Mamori… let's see…

Anezaki Mamori, was born in Tokyo, 1992. Her address is in Block B, no 21 Shirokane district, Tokyo. She studied in Tokyo University, majoring in Economics and management in faculty of Economics. Her scores are straight As, with the exception of art.

Kekeke…, that damn woman is quite brainy. Okay, what's her fucking personal information?

Anezaki Mamori lives with her half brother, Kobayakawa Sena. Her father died 3 years ago, hanged himself in the living room. Her mother is nowhere, missing.

What the fuck? Hiruma took a cigar and lit it. Kekeke… your life is quite hard, isn't it? What can I get from this fucking info? Wait a sec, Kobayakawa Sena?

With demonic speed, Hiruma searched some information from net, cracking several passwords and entering some internal data. After 7 minutes or so, he yelled happily, showing his smile, "ya~ha~!"

Kobayakawa Sena was born in Hokkaido, 1999. His address…

Shit, I don't want to read your goddamn info, you fucking shrimp! Heh?

Kobayakawa Sena's illness is diagnosed as leukemia. He has been nursed under Shirokane public hospital for 3 years. He is….

He is an excellent tool for getting you, fucking bitch… Hiruma smirked. He had never met a woman like Mamori. She was fucking interesting. He couldn't wait to have her in his bedroom, again. Slowly, Hiruma strolled toward his bedroom. He opened his shirt and buried himself under the bedclothes. He needed sleeping. He had to attend several meetings in the morning. Fuck, it was almost morning already.

Hiruma was about to sleep when something licked his right foot, with harsh voice. He ignored it. The thing was still licking his foot, making it wet. It definitely wasn't pedicure he wanted. Hiruma took a deep breath, ready to blow, "CERBERUS! I TOLD YOU TO TAKE YOUR OWN FOOD IN YOUR GODDAMN FREEZER!"

The heavy and wild demonic dog barked, telling his master that he had eaten all of his stocks. Cerberus was Hiruma's pet. Its brown fur wasn't soft, and its eyes looked savage. It was the most unlikely dog someone would pet. However, Hiruma kept it with him.

Hiruma sighed desperately. "Go fetch yourself in my fucking food stocks, Cerberus! The password is dinner time!"

Cerberus nodded and moved away from him, sniffing around.

Hiruma rolled his eyes, trying to sleep. That bloody pet's sometimes getting under my nerves!

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The class was still empty when Mamori entered it that morning. The air was still cold, making everyone shivered, including her. Mamori couldn't able to sleep last time. Her eyelids were darkened and she looked paler than ever. Her feeling was still gloomy, but Mamori tried her best to cover it. Mamori knew it was almost a habit for her, hiding her real feeling. It was so pathetic.

One by one, her classmates came into the class. Mamori raised her eyes when she noted Sakuraba Haruto entered the class. Sakuraba was a famous model in several magazines, but he still spent his time studying in the university. In one of his interview he had mentioned that education was one of his goals in life. His handsome face and blond hair always easily attracted opposite sex, including Mamori.

So, it was a shocker when Sakuraba sat besides Mamori, showing his pearly teeth to her. "Anezaki, is it okay to sit besides you?"

She quickly answered, "That… that would be fine…"

"Hey, you look pale, are you all right?" Sakuraba asked her. Mamori knew she should be happy because her crush was wondering about her condition, but suddenly she remembered Hiruma had asked the same question last night. Her face blushed red in minutes.

"Hahaha, now it's turning red…" Sakuraba said, grinning. Suddenly, he pulled out his textbook out of his bag. He opened it and asked out loud, "Anezaki, can you tell me how to score this equalization?"

"It's so easy, why you…"

Sakuraba moved his face closely to her, whispered, "my fans are coming here, please pretend that we're studying, okay? I hate giving autograph and photos."

Mamori nodded happily. At least she found happiness in her class. "It's not a big deal."

"You know what? I've been waiting for a million time for talking with you, Anezaki. I'm so happy I make it."

Mamori couldn't help blushing. Same here, Sakuraba.

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In the nearby ATM machine, Mamori checked her account. Her eyes were widened, shocked. She couldn't believe the number. Her account had changed dramatically, of course. It was true that Maria had transferred her big amount of money, but…

Someone had transferred her 500 MILLION YEN!

Mamori almost lose her face color when she saw the name of the sender. Hiruma Yoichi. That… that maniac had sent her 500 million yen…

With 500 million yen she could pay Sena's debt, surely. With that money she could pay Sena's surgery and another payment. Wait, Sena could also get the best treatments ever. She could do so many things with…

In seconds, Mamori's head was filled with so many thoughts. She badly wanted to use the money, but she realized something. It was Hiruma. It was him.

Hiruma Yoichi had sent her 500 million yen.

What he wanted from her? He… he couldn't buy her, right? Mamori shivered, considering Hiruma has sent money for buying her. She had heard about sex slavery and slaves before, but could she possibly become one of them?

NO.

Taking the money from that… that devil was too dangerous to do. She didn't dare. Hiruma could ask herself as an exchange for his money. She couldn't take it, no matter how much she wanted it. She had to return the money as fast as she could. He was the last person in the earth she wanted to meet, but she had to meet him and return his money. Hey? Why she couldn't find his account number? He couldn't transfer the money straight away, right?

HOLD ON…

How could he know her account number?

Mamori was so confused. She was absolutely confused. There was something strange which had happened with her. She could feel it. Right, she had to call Maria. She surely knew him. She absolutely knew that man. With shaky fingers, Mamori pressed the button of her handphone. She had to wait one or two minutes until the woman answered the phone.

"Oh, Mamori… what do you want?"

Maria surely had been sleeping when Mamori called her for her voice was still heavy, dark, and low. Mamori sighed, "we need to talk…"

"We can talk in the bar… I'm so busy now, can you…"

"Okay, you know Hiruma Yoichi right? Where can I meet him?"

Maria yawned, "oh, Mamori darling…"

"Stop your nonsense! You sold me to him!" Mamori snapped furiously. She was quite upset and angry. "Tell me where can I meet him?"

"Okay, okay… wait a minute, where are you? Can you come to my apartment? I'll pay your taxi later, okay?"

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Maruko Himuro was one of the goddesses in the Bar. She was famous for her beauty, mystery, and handjob skill. In her 25, she had owned her own apartment in elite area in Shibuya. She was Mamori first friend since Mamori joined in the bar.

"You look pale, Mamori-san. What's the matter with you?" Riku asked her as he opened the cab. Mamori always asked him to take her anywhere. "Do you have problem in the bar?"

Mamori raised her eyes, curving her mouth. "Why do you think so?"

"Well, I just guessed it," Riku closed the door for her. "So where are we going?"

"Shibuya apartment, next to Shibuya station."

Riku nodded, "ride on, princess."

The road was crowded at lunch time. As the result, Mamori arrived in Maria's apartment in the midday. She rang the bell several times before Maria opened it for her, asking her to come in. Even without her heavy makeup, Maria still looked wonderful. Her thick eyelashes made her so pretty. That afternoon she was only wearing her sleeping gown. Mamori realized that there were several man clothes in her room when she sat down on the couch. Maria gave her a glass of orange juice. Mamori sipped it eagerly, ignoring those man clothes. She was so thirsty.

Maria looked nervous, than she admitted. "Hmm, to tell you the truth, now my boyfriend is living with me. My apartment is near his hospital."

Mamori nodded, "Oh…"

"Mamori, last night I never meant to sell you to anyone… Sanzo asked me to…"

Mamori's face was becoming red in seconds. She blurted out angrily, "you didn't tell me he wanted sex! He… he raped me…"

Maria smirked, "don't overreact everything, darling. What's the big deal of giving him service? He's not that bad and it's not your first time right? Don't be so…"

The young woman in front of her suddenly burst into tears. Her voice was trembled.

"Hey? What's wrong with you?" Maria started panicking, didn't know what to do. "Mamori darling…"

"That was my first time… last night was my first time…"

There was a long pause.

Maria couldn't say anything. She was so speechless. She got up, gave Mamori a bunch of tissues, and wrapped her shoulders. She gave her a hug. "Just cry if you want to cry. I have no idea that you… I'm so sorry…"

Mamori bit her lips sadly.

"Oh, Sanzo must pay you more money!" Maria suddenly told her friend. Sanzo was the owner of the Sanzo's Exclusive Bar, the place where they were working. Everyone called him Madam Sanzo and addressed him as her. The rumor said she had just had plastic surgery on her boobs. That was why she forced her staffs to work harder. "Don't worry, okay? I'll make sure none could lay their filthy hands on you anymore, how about that?"

Maria had to wait until Mamori finally rattled her head. Then, with her shaken voice she said, "I want to meet him, Maria. I must meet him."

"Who?"

"Hiruma Yoichi."

"It's hard to meet our client, besides…"

"I must meet him." Mamori pressed her voice. "I must meet him, really."

"Why do you hesitate to meet him? He had just… hey, you aren't in love with him, aren't you?"

"No. It's different case," Mamori's voice was still soft and weak. She stared at Maria's eyes, telling her the truth. "He transferred me huge amount of money and I want to give it back to him."

Maria raised her eyes. She absolutely had never heard something like that ever happened in their club. None wanted to return some money. None. "Did you give him your account number?"

"No, I didn't!"

"So, how he could give you money?"

"I don't know about that! One thing I knew is I want to give his money back, but his account is nowhere. There is only his name there."

"That sounds weird." Maria stated, "how much did he transfer anyway?"

"500 million yen."

Maria was speechless. She needed several minutes to calm herself. She was so stunned. That is so much money! Fuck Mamori! She is so lucky! 500 million yen? Dammit! "FUCK!" Maria shouted, making Mamori shocked. "500 million yen? And you want to give it back? Are you out of your mind? You can pay your brother's surgery, his chemo…"

"Well, that's too much, besides I think he's far too dangerous. I couldn't take that."

"Oh my God…" Maria reached her cigarette nearby and lit it nervously. Fuck, she needs to be calm. Can Mamori give me some? Hey hold on, Maria…

Then Maria realized something. Hiruma Yoichi was rich indeed. He surely had much money, so much money. "Yeah, that makes sense! Of course he has lots of money for he's the new leader of Deimon association."

"Deimon association?" Mamori didn't understand her point. "What do you mean?"

Maria snorted her pointed nose, "you know something? Your first man is Yakuza leader, dear. He's not an ordinary businessman."

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