Chapter 8

"Aizen-sama, I confirm they have found the rat on their side,"

"I see... Excellent, stay out of it and let them deal with him,"

Amidst the neon-lit cityscape, a group of friends ventured into the buzzing strip club. The pulsating music, a blend of sultry beats and electrifying rhythms, enveloped them as they entered. They were welcomed and ushered towards the private lounge on the mezzanine, overlooking the main stage. The hypnotic dance from the girls clad in leather gear set the stage for another night.

Since re-enrolling to continue her studies, Orihime had reduced Seireitei shifts to attend classes midweek, only working on the busier nights - Thursdays to Saturdays. Ichigo had been her weekly regular, but in the last few weeks he wasn't around, she had actually made double. The reason being that there was a new group of big spenders in the joint. They paid her $1000 just for a night, equivalent to her usual total weekly pay.

She can't pass off the opportunity to make quick cash. The job was simple too. Dance for the VIPs in the private lounge, followed by serving them drinks and food, engage in light-hearted conversation, and ensure they have a good time.

Tonight she was in black pvc leather. Smiling seductively at the 4 men, she rolled her body against the pole deliberately. Closing her eyes as she thrust her hips, she imagined hooded amber eyes staring at her, she wanted him see her like this, her generous cleavage spilling from the tiny leather corset as she bent over, barely held together by criss-crossed black strings; she wanted to see his reaction as she lowered and spread her legs open to reveal her private spot concealed by tiniest of material.

The dimly lit room was alive with laughter and conversations, as the 3 girls finished their routine and joined the men on the large U-shaped couch.

The gentlemen were not as off-putting as expected. They were well dressed in expensive white tailored suits, they weren't old, fat, ugly, smelly or rude. Well, there was a pink haired loud-mouth who drew attention all to himself; then there was another black ponytailed foul-mouth who looked sly. But, the remaining two men were quiet, poised, their aura made them seem very important, in fact they looked quite appealing. In the centre was a blonde, who clearly called the shots. He had a gold pocket watch pinned to his suit that he occasionally fidgeted with, whilst being on his phone and tablet most of the time. Next to him was a guy with short black hair, contrast with his bright green eyes which were currently staring into hers, piercing through her soul.

She smiled and looked away, avoiding eye contact as she refilled his empty glass.

"How long have you been working here? Do you like your job, girl? "

"Just over a year. I enjoy working here. It's a nice club! That's why you have returned, right?"

He grunted in response, not giving much away and he took a sip from his glass.

"Shy are we, Mr. Cifer?" she teased in a sweet voice, she knew it was her job to keep her clients happy.

Their attention trailed to the right side of them, on the far right edge of the couch. Although strictly no sex, no fucking in the private lounge, other services were on the cards... after all, they were there to pay for a good time.

Isane, a tall buxom beauty with silver crop hair was straddling the pink haired man as he watched her lap dance. He grinned wickedly, letting his hands roamed all over her. She continued her routine, expertly removing her leather bra and tossing it to the side, before manoeuvring around so her back was against his chest. Just then he grabbed her chin with his right hand, turning her to face him so he could capture her lips. His left arm stretched around her, reaching to fondle her bare tits. Her sexy cries filled the room as they continued making out.

Orihime gulped at the scene unfold as things escalated between that two.

The pink head man was now sucking on her right tit, he was loud too, "Damn, I can suck them all night long,". Her nipples swollen from his ministrations, he used his tongue to lap at the hardened pearls. Her body sideways against his, supporting her back with one hand, while his other hand slid into her leather underwear. Isane moaned in pleasure as he slid a finger inside her. He smirked at her wetness and inserted another finger in her, setting her whole body on fire. Although she had a no-sex policy with clients, she doubt if she would be able to resist it, if he were to ask to put his dick in her. Pleasure overwhelmed her body and mind, his fingers were skilled as he moved them like scissors inside her, "Am I that good?" He chuckled arrogantly when he felt her tightened around his fingers. She covered her face with her hands but started to buck her hips to feel more of him. He continued his attack and pinched her clit hard. "Oh my God, Bazz-sama!"

Orihime felt her face heated with crimson, not able to take her eyes off as she watched her colleague screamed, her love juices squirting a mess all over her client's finger.

Peeling her eyes away she returned her attention to her client, and noticed he had done the same. They both cleared their throats.

"Would you like anything else Mr. Cifer?" He shook his head and responded "You can call me by my name,"

They established from the first time that he was happy to just chat with her and watch her dance. It was mainly her rambling that kept him intrigued and amused. Orihime was thankful he picked her. He was different to the men that picked her colleagues, her eyes glanced to the far left of the room.

Neliel, was now straddling her client's shoulders. Orihime could see that man had a very long tongue and he was lapping at her cunt, lashing relentlessly. The sound of his saliva meeting her leaking juices was intoxicating, mixing with her helpless cries. Determined to bring her to release, he used his finger to attack her swollen clit. "Ooooh... I'm coming again, Nnoitra-sama!". She tugged his head away as her body trembled all over. But wanting to taste her cum, he dove his face back in to suck on her flowing honey pot, which made the greenhaired woman lose her mind. Never had Neliel experienced anything like this before, not with her current or previous lovers.

"What about you Jugram-sama, would you like anything else?" The beautiful blonde man shook his head and took a phone call, stepping outside the private lounge.

The music in the room was drown by the heavy moans from the 2 couples on either side of the room continue to make out. Orihime felt heat pooling between her legs, her eyes wandering to them from the side of her eye. But Orihime tried to ignore them and focus on her client instead.

"They're always so noisy." He grumbled and she laughed.

"I know! How about a shoulder rub, Ulquiorra-sama?" She needed to do something, to distract herself. There was another hour on the clock.

Orihime moved to stand behind the couch and started to work on his shoulders after he gave a nod of approval. Although he had a small built, she noticed he was all lean muscles. He tensed under her touch, clearly sensitive but relaxed to let her work on his knots using her knuckles.

"Do you have a boyfriend, girl?"

"Ah, well yes I have someone," she was hesitant to call him her 'boyfriend', but they had an understanding, that they were exclusive.

"Do they know what you do?"

"Uh huh, I met him here actually, at the club," she replied cheerfully.

"Are you afraid... of what he thinks?"

"Iie... I'm not afraid. He understands it is a means to an end. Besides, I will never betray him,"

That's what she truly believe as she thought of the man in her heart.

Ichigo...

The week went by slowly.

It started as a rather uneventful day, due to the less and quiet crowd.

"Where the heck are Loli and Menoli?"

Although a few of the girls were absent tonight without notice, the crowd was still manageable. Orihime only had to do the routine dance, served some drinks and accompanied the clients on the dancefloor.

"They didn't respond to my calls. Any idea, ladies?"

As the girls headed back to their common dressing room to get changed, the green hair buxom beauty rushed to the front of the pack earning annoyed glares from the other girls.

"Sorry huns! No idea but I have a date with Grimmy!"

It wasn't long before the unsuspecting girls felt a shiver through every strand of hair… as a piercing scream of Neliel rang through the neighbourhood into the night. Orihime dashed out of the dressing room towards where her green haired friend was heard, Rukia following behind her, hurriedly dialling on her device.

Horrified ashen eyes fell to the ground where a bloody body of the teal haired bartender lay.

A familar black haired man approached the body, giving it a kick.

"Fucking mole. Damn fool tried to run! " He squatted to the ground and grabbed the teal hair. "Where is the money?"

"If you wont speak then," he drew his gun and pointed it to wounded man's forehead.

"Wait! Stop, please! Nnoitra-sama please I beg you!" Neliel yelled.

The man looked up slowly and frowned at her.

"Why? Do you know where the money is?"

Neliel shook her head, tears pooling her eyes.

"He's been stealing to pay off his gambling debts."

She knew Grimjoww had a gambling addiction and frequented Aizen's gambling spots, but she didn't know the severity of his debt.

"How much? I will help pay-"

"He stole drug money and called the cops! Busted a million dollar deal! Not something you can pay for with your lifetime's worth of money, ey?"

Neliel was shocked by the revelation, she didn't really buy it. Grimmjow stealing petty cash was plausible but, getting in on a big drug deal and calling the cops... was abit above his depth, plus he was too much of a brute to carry it out. But, perhaps that's why he was caught.

"Please I will... I... Take me instead!"

"Why? Are you his bitch?"

"... ..." She wasn't really thinking when she said that. But she knew she couldn't watch him get killed.

"Do you think you're worth anything? Why would I take you for?"

"Kill me. Spare him." Angered by his words, she stared at him with a death glare.

"Huh?" It was pissing him off now "Are you crazy or dumb, bitch?"

The sirens blared into the noisy neon-lit street.

Chad stepped on the break and pulled over to the side road smoothly, letting the police car zoomed pass.

Ichigo stared after the vehicle, in particular the direction of the vehicle. His lips tugged downwards, his fist clenched as an unsettling feeling washed over him. His mind raced with fear for the woman in his heart...

Orihime...

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Bet you didn't see that coming. While I have written for Grimm/Nel before, from rewatching the anime I think Nnoi/Nel are hotter!

Below are author's rant, feel free to skip and leave me a review!

Rant 1 So disappointed the anime cut out Ichigo's reaction to Orihime's outfit scene. They had ruined ichihime by cutting out early Ichigo and Orihime (Note: development) scenes and added Ichigo and Rukia(Note: no romance) fillers. That led to the birth of crazy ichiruki shippers that bashed hime and us fans all those years ago i can't believe they did it again. Honestly anti-ichiruki. It's one thing they were delusional to ship 2 friends back in the days, before ichihime was Canon. But now, even after they got married and had a kid, ichiruki fans still saying ichihime came from nowhere and rukia is better?

Rant 2 Have you watched Suzume? Love everything about the cinematography but plot wise - weak, characters - lacklustre. I cant stand FMC Suzume from start to end. Annoying weak bored girl who recklessly do anything cos she saw a cute guy crush for the first time.

Thats exactly how Ichiruki fans want to see Orihime. That's exactly how Hime-haters want to see Orihime - except it was far from the truth. Ichiruki fans who hated Hime wanted her to be a bimbo weak girl (unfortunately a stereotype character that many authors use e.g Suzume) who only crush on Ichigo and imagined him as a prince, who doesn't deserve our cool protag MC. But wrong, Kubo made her the most beautiful person inside and outside cos he wanted to develop her as someone who would end up with the MC.

Blitch out x