Thank you all who reviewed and favourited this fic. Hope you like the update! P.S. I own Bleach not, aint it obvious? (Edited 08.2023)

Chapter 2

"Don't worry. I freaked out on my first night." Orihime brought the new girl to the dressing room where the show girls were.

"I'm not worried. So let's get this clear, it's no sex right?" the petite girl sat on the velvet couch.

"We're strippers, not whores. Customers are charged an entrance fee to watch us girls dance. You don't have to strip, but that's the only way to get tips. Just don't strip from the get go, hoax them, tease them so you get can squeeze more bills."

"Lap dance costs $50 per song. That's the main way to get money. Fucking is not on the menu." Neliel walked pass the girls and winked at the new girl. She had luscious green hair and she was very tall with a body to die for.

"So there is a menu?"

On 'The menu' were the range of extra services provided other than dancing. Sereitei Night Club wasn't a brothel, those who worked there were not whores; Just strippers and pole dancers with some desperate to make more money with extra services. They were trained explicitly by their masters, who were the owners of the strip club. But sex wasn't in the menu.

"So we can refuse the client no matter what, and if they insist, Tessai and Zaraki will take care of them. But it's at your own discretion. If you're happy with the client's offer – just remember the condom as well as the morning after pills."

"Nanao only fucks Shunsui. He pays her good money for it. Stay away from him or she'll kill you." The strawberry blonde haired lady spilled.

"Ran only fucks Gin. Apparently, he's good in bed." The black haired lady revealed.

"I beg to differ, he isn't!" the buxom beauty called Rangiku "He is great in bed."

"No sex for me. Tit fuck is the least of my favourite but then we don't charge 500 for nothing." Isane cupped her own breasts for measure.

"Well I don't have to worry bout that, it's obviously not meant for my size." the new girl rolled her eyes.

"Don't worry. You're cute. Not all men like big girls." Orihime nodded encouragingly at the new girl.

"Pfff! And the other girls here don't sell sex?" the new girl asked and noted that the girls were shaking their heads or their index finger meaning 'no way'.

"Well, a-actually..."

"HIME!?"

The auburn haired girl bit her lower lip as she scanned the room of girls with dropped jaws and wide eyes.

"Is he the one who gave you this?" Rangiku held up and solid gold designer pocket watch.

"Iie.. maybe he just accidentally left it behind."

"Don't be silly Hime! Finders' keepers!" the girls surrounded Rangiku and fussed over the watch.

"That could possibly fetch... at least $5 grand, probably closer to 8!" the new girl announced casually.

"WOW!" the girls exclaimed in unison.

"Oh my... Are you serious? I should return it to him."

"But that bastard took your virginity, didn't he?"

Orihime stared at the pocket watch that Neliel handed over.

Well I sort of seduced him... Guess I should ask him... That's if he ever comes back.

All men came here look for a good time, not a virgin bride. She was inexperienced, she wanted her first time to be sweet and romantic when she got married. That's what she wanted, but in life she can't get everything she wanted.

In her perfect little life that she still day dream about, she'd be a nurse or be her own boss - own a floral shop or a bakery. After work she'd pick her children from school and go home to wait for her husband for a happy family dinner..

But since that was her real life, she didn't continue studies, but joined the work force to support herself and her brother. She found a low paying job through the newspaper but it wasn't enough. So her circle of friends from her neighborhood... naturally got her a job in the same club when she said she wanted quick money. She was a phone operator by day; and a stripper by night.

She didn't have a boyfriend. She didn't want one. The first and last boyfriend molested her and even tried to rape her, but her best friend's karate kicks saved her.

If she were able to separate sex from love-making, it was just a means to an end. So at the age of 21 she decided to upgrade the services she offered at the night club. For her first night, she wanted to pick someone she'd be comfortable with. She'd seen the orange haired boy a few times, always looking so lonely and lost. He looked rich and he didn't look too bad. She wasn't gonna pick a dirty old man.

She wanted to be like Rangiku. Meet a man she doesn't mind to fuck and who's willing to pay good money to fuck her. Mutual benefit.

But the poor boy had only $500 in his pocket. So why did she only accepted 500 from Ichigo? It was her mistake, once they kissed, she couldn't control the lust in her.

Well, he had been a desperate looking puppy, and she had been a horny little bitch. And it was worth every fucking penny.

He definitely worked out for that hard body, and not only was he huge down there, he certainly knew how to use it.

That night Orihime attended to her first client of the week.

A fat old balding man paid to see her fully bare and pleasure herself, he wasn't allowed to lay his hands on her. His hands were busy in his pants anyway.

She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drifted to the night barely a week ago.

A flash of bright orange entered her vision. His heated amber eyes turned dark as he grind her body mercilessly. His hot wet kisses imprinted on her body.

"Ahh… Jindanbo-san…. MMmhhh… "

Her one hand rubbed her clit. The other hand on her breasts. Then her hand left her clit, as she wet two fingers. Squeezing her own breasts harder, she inserted her fingers into her tight little hole.

"Oh Kami… Ngahhh… I'm cumming!"

Her eyes crossed as she arched her back. She panted heavily while lying on the table.

He reached for her.

Swiftly, she slipped away from him and stood behind the pole.

"Not so fast Mister… you want to play? You've gotta to pay!"

Break the rules, and the two bouncers - Tessai would break their legs, after Zaraki pound them on the groin.

It was Saturday night. The night, she noted, he normally shows up. And showed up, he did.

"What's this?" She pulled out the pocket watch and held it up barely an inch away from his face.

"Uhm, I thought..." he started to knead the back of his neck.

"I accepted 500 so that was it. Take this back!"

"You can easily get a couple of grand for your virgin fuck." he justified.

"I don't need your pity. I'm a stripper, not a prostitute." she felt an unfamiliar anger rising.

"I'm not pitying you. Are you saying we fucked cos... You wanted me?" Ichigo asked stupidly with his eyes widened.

"I-I br-ought you here to return your silly old watch." Orihime frowned with her hands on her hips.

"Well, it's yours now. I'm not taking it back." Ichigo scowled.

"Fine, then you can leave now." she realised that he wasn't going to take it back.

"Don't you wanna spend the night with me?" Ichigo smiled sheepishly which made her heart melt.

"Hmmm... Maybe, but not as much as you want to spend the night with me." She then smiled seductively at him.

He held up a stash of rolled up bills and stuffed the bills between her cleavage. She took it, unrolled it and counted, twice.

Heat was beginning to pool at her lower region at the anticipation of the night as she kept the stash of cash away.

"Let's get this party started."

She moved behind him to massage his shoulders, then pushed him against the wall. Stepping out of her stilettos, she moved to kneel between his legs to unbuckle his pants. He stepped out of his pants and eagerly reached the front clasp of her lacey black bra and unhooked it, her breasts danced proudly as she lifted her arms to discard the bra.

Sitting her ass onto the table, she stretched her fish net clad legs to his manhood, rubbing him with her toes, feeling his half-erect manhood twitched and grow.

He growled low in his throat when she bent over and shimmied out of her fish net stockings, tossing it to the corner of the room where her bra was.

Next, she stood on the table and started dancing around the pole. Her breasts bouncing with each movement from her hips in sync with the music. When she turned her back to him, his eyes were glued to her tight firm ass in nothing but a thong.

Still back facing him, she pressed her clit on the cold metal bar and dipped down till she was in a squatting position, then she pushed her ass backwards, before standing up ever so slowly.

He wasted no time in removing his shirt and boxers.

His hands pull that tight ass to his face and plant scorching kisses over it. He proceeded to tear the annoying black lace away. Licking his lips as she bent over to give him an unblocked view of her moist sex, he was aroused further by the smell of her sweet spot.

"Ichigo?" she moaned when his tongue touched her.

"Hmm?"

She turned her head to look into his amber eyes.

"I don't do this with other men – fucking, that is."

"Good." He quickly put a rubber on. That was non-negotiable.

He grasped her hips with his hands and positioned himself behind her, pressing his dick against her opening. Ichigo kissed her neck, then slowly pushed into her and when he had reached the base he pulled back and shoved his dick into her.

She was as tight as she was the last time he took her. He had no doubt believing that he was the only man that has been in there. And that made his ego soar.

"Aaahh! Fuck, Ichigo! Fuck me!"

The sight of her body and the sound of her voice drove him on to move faster and harder. Cupping her large breasts and roughly pulling and squeezing them, he continued to ravage her as he felt the blood pounding through him and the sweat perspiring on his skin.

Damn, he really loved her breasts in his hands. They were really big, but not too big, just right for him..

As he continued to fuck her, he reached a hand down to tease her clit. Surprised by his touch, Orihime collapsed onto the table, her hips higher in the air, letting his dick drive into her deeper. She moaned loudly as his touch sent tingles up and down her spine. The blood was rushing to her face and her muscles began to quiver.

"Yes Ichigo!"

"Or-ori-hi-me I'm gonna to cum,"

Finally he pulled back and drove into her hard, yanking her hips back onto him and burying his cock deep into her. His hot cum spilled and her hot juices flowed as they screamed their bliss.

Ichigo pulled slowly out of her and sank onto the sofa, spent. While she lay sprawled on the table, fighting for breath.

Then she got up and headed to the door, but her movement was halted when he grasped her wrist.

"Orihime. Stay with me."

"I can't."

"What time do you knock off? I know this 24 hours ramen sta-"

"Ichigo..."

She turned to him, and sat on his lap, his arms snaked around her waist immediately, pulling her close. Pressing her soft curves onto his hard chest, she gave him a long kiss. Their tongues battled each others.

His leaned towards her, reluctant when she leaned backwards to disengage the kiss. At that moment, he knew it didn't matter how much she wanted. He would pay whatever it cost, he didn't just want her, he needed her.

"How much? I can get more money."

Then she smiled and pecked his cheek, and slowly breathe into his ear.

"Don't waste your money on me."

End.

~ Blitch out.

I'm kinda nervous about this chapter. Er, howas it?

Guess who the new girl is!