I've made some improvements. I didn't know where I was headed with the first version, hope this one makes sense.

Summary: They say "Money is the sixth sense that makes it possible to enjoy the other five." What would some of us do to get some satisfaction in life? And what has it turned us into? AU.

Chapter Two

The Complete Manual of Satisfaction (Re- vamped)

Two weeks later

Not even the fan could keep her cool from the humidity outside. The skies were clouded over, as if it were going to rain, but the humidity was becoming unbearable. It had been like this for the last five days now. If it weren't raining around here then it was just humid; her skin slightly glistening.

The fan she held was an old fashion paper fan. It had a picture of two cranes on it, flying across a field of tall green grass, and on the side of one end it read made in the People's Republic of China. Kagome didn't know why she bothered carrying it around; the paper was beginning to yellow a bit, with different patches of white tape on it, signs of age. But oh how she loved the fan, it was an old gift.

The longer she stayed outside would be her undoing. It seemed as though her body was over heating, and anymore of this would mean her cloths would be soaked all over. She decided that it would have been better if she were home, sitting in front of the air conditioner.

It was always comforting at the park. She loved wasting her time watching as the people passed by her with their children. Kagome also appreciated the colorful and lush scenery. The bench she occupied gave her a view of the pond, as she watched the ducks and geese come and go. The sign next to her reading 'Don't feed the waterbirds.' Her eyes could also but faintly make out the movements of the fish beneath the dull rippling surface of the pond- a murky brownish green.

There was so much preoccupying her mind, just thinking back remembering all the things that were going so right. She wasn't going to lie, certain things just seemed to fall right into her lap and she wasn't complaining.

Now how did Kagome manage to have so much free time on her hands? Well, Higurashi Kagome was currently unemployed. The truth on the matter was that her last job was in high school, and from then on she detested working in fast food, at times she preferred not work at all, period!

She did for the record already graduated from college with her bachelor's degree. She knew she could work, but for the moment chose not to. But she was being productive with her time, for the past couple of months she had spent her time traveling.

With a sigh Kagome took out her headphones and got up from the bench she had been occupying for the past hour and a half, and began to walk away. No doubt the back of her shirt felt damp. She scoffed feeling like ripping it off. The idea of streaking crossed her mind.

Walking over towards a nearby fountain she reached into her pocket and pulled out a quarter, throwing it into the water. Smiling she began to walk away intent on going home.

Only moments after, she heard someone call out. "Hey wait." Kagome really didn't assume they were talking to her until she felt a slight touch on her shoulder. Looking back she came face to face with a man about 6'1", smirking at her, his lips red. Eventually that smirk turned into a smile.

His smile looked perfect. Perfectly suspicious?

His acquaintances would often describe the tall gentleman as aloof, at times cruel and deceitful. And he agreed with them all. He was purposely cruel and deceitfully handsome.

Teshigawara Naraku was no philanthropist.

Yet today he was planning on playing savior, if not for his own enjoyment.

"You forgot this," he said, holding up the brown paper bag. He inwardly complimented himself on being so nice. Kagome could only stare at him.

"What? Oh that- that's not mine." Kagome turned ready to walk away.

"It's yours." He retorted. His eyes now transfixed on hers. 'What a pretty little thing.' He thought. Then in a more 'matter of fact' tone he spoke again. "I saw you leave it over there," as he continued to stare.

Now how long was he watching me? She was ready to accuse him of stalking. Any regular person might have taken the bag and thanked him, but...

"Then why did you pick it up?" She asked instead. After saying that she only looked at the brown paper bag, then back at the man. He slickly ran his fingers through his wavy bangs once, before the same dark strands fell back into place.

"Oh that..." She said. "...I meant to throw it away."

"And why is that?" His voice like steel.

They continued to gaze at each other. His eyes weren't ones belonging to a saint. At the moment he didn't know whether to continue this stare off competition with this woman or to just drop the bag and leave. She on the other hand didn't know whether to just walk off and leave this man standing or take the bag back from the stranger and just thank him.

They both decide on the latter. Just as she mouthed 'thanks' and was about to take the bag from his hands he released the bag fall from his grip. He wasn't really expecting her to want the bag back and thank him. Before he knew it he was bending down and picking up the bag, which had obviously made a breaking noise when it hit the concrete.

Caught up in his own amusement, Kagome grabbed the bag from his hand and walked away.

'Here I am doing a good deed'. He mused. 'Figures.'

He eyed her back as she continued to walk away. Her toned legs led up to wide hips and a round backside. Her shoulders were shaded by a head of long volumous hair, cascading down. When she flipped her hair back a part of him was hoping she would look back once. But it wasn't so.

He couldn't have expected a better introduction. They were strangers no longer.

Walking back over to the bench she had been sitting on, he sat down on the opposite end. He pulled out a silver cigarette case from his pocket, taking one out and lighting it up, savoring the taste. He sat there for the next hour and after the first cigarette he had three more, sometimes eyeing where she had sat before. At times smiling in that direction as if at something in particular.

'Kagome, you are definitely a pretty little thing.'

He couldn't lie the whole time had been watching her.

...

Kagome nearly ran the rest of the way out of the park and onto the sidewalk, where she walked a few blocks before catching a cab. Any other day she would have walked the rest of the way, after all it was only about a thirty minute walk, but today she wasn't in the mood. Basically she had on a great pair of shoes and she wasn't about to destroy them.

Catching a taxi was easy enough. The driver who stopped only looked her way once before he turned back around. Opening the door she got in, telling the driver where to. Since the windows were down she wondered briefly if cabs even had air conditioners. She couldn't wait to reach home to take a long cooling bath.

A couple of minutes had gone by before he spoke to her. "Boy it's been one hell of a week?" He turned his head slightly, giving her a wry smile, before turning back around. His beard was in need of a good shave.

"Yes, I wouldn't argue with you on that." She replied, as they came to a stop light.

As they pulled up to the apartment building she recently rented, the driver's phone rang. The driver answered it, after quickly telling her, "eight dollars," and handing her his business card. As soon as it was paid including a two dollar tip, he drove off.

Looking down she still held the paper bag. As soon as she got inside she was going to burn it.

'Fuck'

...

He couldn't have expected anything better, when he had reached home from the park. Guess who had been waiting at his motel door itching to fuck him?

This buxom red head, 5' 6", green eyes.

Looking at the woman sleeping next to him, his lengthy fingers reached for a Black and Mild cigar on the night table, lighting it. Sitting up against the bed post he stared at the woman's backside. Her feet were closest to his hand while her head was resting at the end of the bed.

'Nhmm' he thought, 'what a good position'. Reaching over he ran his left hand over her heel up towards her calf, leaning over, then over the back of her thigh. Crawling over her body he sat down over her thigh, his knees bent and heel against his butt. Positioning his hands on her ass, they ran over both cheeks, kneading the supple flesh. His response was a moan from the woman who had previously been sleeping.

With the cigar still in his mouth, the ash fell down onto her skin, as he continued his massage, his eyes gazing at his hands as they work. He gave a good massage as he gave a good fuck. Taking a last drag of the cigar he reached over to the night table to put it out, then leaned back over the woman who was now wide awake. Her head still resting against the bed while her eyes following his movements. Lying on his side he reached for her, her back towards his chest, their bodies pressed close, as he kissed her on the shoulder.

Resting his head on his left arm his right arm held her shoulder, slowing making its way down her arms, over her hips, then caressing her stomach, before his fingers slipped between her legs. Squeezing her clit between his fingers, drawing out a moan from her lips. Doing it again his long fingers then dipped within her wet folds. As he increase the speed and how deep his fingers went, she reached her right hand back to cup is ass, digging her nails into the tones flesh. She felt his fingers work her insides while his cock was beginning to grow hard against her back.

When he decided to use all four fingers, she stopped his hand, turning her head to look at his face, seductively slowly licking her lips. His soft red lips moved forward to kiss her. She held on to his wrist dragging his fingers from between her legs up to draw circles around her nipples, a trail of her wetness trailing. On their own his fingers trailed their way to her lips, her mouth opening without question, he put his fingers in as she sucked on them, closing her eyes, moaning.

The woman was a natural porn star.

Turning to face him the red head pushed him on his back, straddling his waist, as he licked his lip smirking. His long dark waves fanning out around his face. She slid her body further down until her head rest between his legs and her tongue came out, kissing and licking the upper most portion of his thigh, teasing him. She made small bites on his sensitive skin as she got closer to the part of him where her creative little mouth was need more. Staring into his eyes for a brief moment her head shifted over and licked the tip of him as if she was licking an ice cream cone.

'My favorite flavor', she thought 'cock'.

She soon took the tip of his penis in her mouth so that the tip of her tongue made backwards and forward movements against the small slit, before she took him as far as she could.

He could only watch as the redhead's head bobbed, before his head arched back on the mattress. His mind overridden with pleasure, the sounds from his throat were low. Her rhythm was almost as fast as his heart beat. He was on the brink of cumming.

Breaking the silence her cell phone rang.

End of Chapter two.

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