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 three
Complete Manual of Satisfaction
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Boredom had overcome him instantly. It was only 9 am. The hours only seemed to drag on longer each day.
Naraku's dark eyes gazed at the salt and pepper shakers on the table, both glasses half empty. His eyes intently focusing on the fingerprints left on each bottle. A sloppy mess, which was made in ketchup he supposed, or blood- he wouldn't pass up the thought considering the neighborhood. 'The place was a dirty mess,' he thought, giving the place a once over.
Here he was, half way across the city, staying in this despondent district.
Reaching across the table for a napkin he wiped his hands. It didn't surprise him that it was still dreary outside today, the sun didn't exist here.
He caught the eye of the waitress behind the counter. She acknowledged him with a nod, signaling that she was on her way over, or so it would seem. After turning away, he ran his fingers through his dark hair, taking a quick look around the diner once more. He then realized after eyeing the crowd that he was looking at the average man. More than half of this mornings lovely crowd were drunks. And the other half looked genetically misplaced. The men and women alike were sleazy and vile.
He didn't want to get his pants wrinkled by sitting here too long. Glancing down at his Patek Phillippe watch he realized it was going on twenty minutes since the waitress took his order. Could they have possibly forgotten about him?
By this time a few more drunks had made their way in the diner and the place was getting too crowded for his liking. Naraku closed his eyes, feeling a craving. Pulling out a cigarette from his pocket he lit it. 'I can always count on you.'
It was sweet satisfaction.
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"Here you go sir- a bacon club, fries and a cup of tea." The older woman said, putting the white plate down on the table. "The cook was late. So it you want dessert it on the house." She tried to sound apologetic.
His eyes met hers and he gave her a fine smile, his straight white teeth were hypnotic. Such a charmer he was or the devil, considering he wanted to wrap his fingers around her neck and strangle the woman only seconds before. The waitress only smiled back, dumbfounded for a moment at the man in front of her, before she walked back to the kitchen. His smile was unnerving.
All these small inconveniences really didn't matter, not today. Thinking back, he had an eventful night, therefore a brighter day ahead of him. What a thought!
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Flashback...
The previous night...
Her phone rang breaking the silence. His breath hitched in his throat as the woman's head moved from in between his legs. Getting up from her position she reached down to pick up her cell phone which had fallen on the floor, the vibration loud against the wooden motel floor.
"Hello." Her voice was pleasant and sweet. Her eyes all the time focused on to the cabalistic man lying on the bed, who still had a hard on, with his eyes now closed. She began to run her fingers lazily up and down his leg. Her acrylic nails running against his skin.
"Ayame. Where are you? it's two a.m?" The person on the other end of the line questioned.
"I'm out…" She answered, turning to reach for a pair of discarded white denim jeans on the floor, resting it on her lap.
"You're out drinking. Do you need me to pick you up?" The man asked, a tad unsure.
"I've only had a few drinks. I'll take a cab, Hun. I'll see you later." Her voice was honeyed and reassuring. After she slid her phone closed she reached into the jeans pocket, pulling out a condom.
The man lying on the bed didn't ask any questions. The situation was already forgotten to him. Now all he could do was eye the horny red head as she crawled back over to his parted legs. Opening the condom wrapper she smiled at him, placing the rubber in her mouth. Her head once again began to descent towards their previous location, his penis still hard. He felt a renewed heat when her lips went over the tip, her teeth rubbing along the flesh as she took him in her mouth. His hips simultaneously moved slowly upward to help her slide himself in her mouth, sliding on the condom. Nhmm.
He couldn't help but groan when her fingers help slide the rest of the condom down to the base. She began to move her mouth back lazily up his skin, drawing out each moan she received from him.
Sitting up he pulled her against him, placing a trail of small, quick kisses along the side of her cheek towards her ear, positioning her to straddle his waist. Releasing his hands held his weight on the bed, his elbow bent. Grabbing a hold of him, she positioned him at her core and he entered her in one upward thrust of his hips. It was bliss. Her hips fell downward with his as he rested his hips on the bed, only to thrust upwards again. Holding her hands out she pressed them firm against his chest, forcing his torso to fall back onto the bed. Smiling he relaxed against the mattress as she did as she would to his body.
The woman was a beast.
He couldn't help the moisture that build up at the side of his heavy eyes, a drop spilled over and rolled down his skin. Taking joy in carnal pleasures was pure bliss.
End Flashback
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Kagome stepped out of the shower and walked over to the full length bathroom mirror, eyeing herself, giving her nude form a satisfying glare. 'How could anyone resist?' It had been two weeks since her last encounter with her good friend Mr. Itou. Walking closer to the mirror she brought her hand up to her reflection and touched the glass, wiping some of the condensation off. Her brown orbs stared off into her own eyes. It wasn't something you wanted to do too long, before you started to creep yourself out.
She was thinking about him even more of late, her mind rampant since their first tryst in his study. No matter where she went and what she did he was constantly on her mind
Her nether region throbbed. She wanted him again, so bad.
You see the deal with Sesshoumaru and Kagome was that their friendship spanned close to over a decade. Like white on rice, that had been them. Her schoolgirl days revolved around his and she reveled in being at the center of his universe. And now he dared to change that. But it didn't matter now- she was getting paid for their little arrangement.
Their friendship was null and they were to remain apart until his daddy croked!!
Removing her hand from the mirror she brought it to her neck, her fingers slightly cold, sending a small chill down her body. Her nipples becoming semi-erect in response; she let out a moan. Her hand then trailed across her shoulder, feeling the smoothness of her skin, Kagome's eyes still focused on the mirror and her actions. She then slowly began to run her fingers down the middle of her breasts, her nipples now peaked at their fullest, and then down over her stomach. She could feel as the droplets of water descended down her skin, caressing, bending to each of her curves. Biting her bottom lip, she removed her hand from her stomach and brought it upward, cupping her breast, massaging her needy flesh. It wasn't too long before her other hand found itself moving towards the junction of her legs. So much more needy…
Before her fingers could reach their destination she squeezed her legs together, giving her reflection one last look, before she opened the bathroom door and walked out into the cooler air. Night had fallen and it was a full moon outside, and exhaustion was killing her. Yes, she was tired from doing a long day of nothing; oh she loved her life.
She was currently renting a good size studio apartment, on a month to month lease, which was what she needed. Reaching for the towel by her bed she dried herself off, slipping on a small t-shirt and a pair of underwear. She yawned, falling onto the soft mattress.
There was a small cluster of ash on the granite kitchen counter. She'd burn that damn photo. Who did Yura think she was? The nerve of that bitch, putting a photo of herself in his office.
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Sometimes Kagome wondered why she couldn't just settle for ordinary. You know the saying "if you settle for less then you'll get less than what you settled for". If Higurashi Kagome were to settle for less than what she wanted then she would be unhappy for the rest of her life. And being true she knew she couldn't live like that. She wasn't greedy, but she couldn't settle for an average life, which included the average husband, the average two story house and so called two and a half kids.
She was born into that average family, but she wouldn't die in it.
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End of Chapter three.
Hope you liked it, please review. Sesshoumaru will make his appearance in the next chapter and so forth. I really hope the story is interesting!!!!!!!!!
