As Kagura danced on the stage, her body moving to each beat of the music, Kagome watched in wonder. She had only worked in Miroku’s club for a month now, but everytime Kagura performed, she couldn’t help but be amazed. She had the entire room’s attention, the men focused on her beauty.
Leaning forward to grab the remaining glasses from the VIP table, she missed Mr. Taisho coming up behind, his breath tickling her skin as he leaned in and whispered.
“Don’t you dare take your eyes off of her.” Inuyasha brushed her hair over her shoulder, revealing her bare neck.
Swallowing, she suppressed the shiver that threatened to betray her attraction for the man, the same one who always requested her service each time he came in. She continued to watch the stage, though her mind was on the hanyou’s hand that had settled on her upper thigh, his fingers dangerous close to her lace panties.
“What did I tell you about wearing this skirt?” He growled and this time, she gasped, goosebumps appearing on her skin. She leaned back slightly, her back to his chest and she felt his lips graze her neck, tilting her head to allow him to continue.
“I need to do laundry a-and was r-running late t-today.” She stuttered, her body betraying her every emotion. His claws grazed her ass, just below her cheeks and she hoped he couldn’t smell her arousal. Looking around, she noticed no-one was paying them any attention, Kagura’s dancing commanding it.
“You smell so fucking delicious and I have a love/hate relationship with this damn skirt.” He used his free to softly yank on her skirt, nipping her neck. She struggled to stay upright, wanting nothing more than to let him have his way with her, right here in the middle of the club. The hand on her skin slowly inched its way forward, his claw beginning at trace her lips and she moaned, taking a small step to spread her legs so he could reach.
“Kagome, you good?” Sango called out, her hair reflecting the various lights.
“Y-yes!” She smiled, as his fingers refused to stop their tracing. “ Can you check on table 43?”
Sango nodded, turning quickly to make her rounds and Kagome gasped as his claw grazed her clit, her trembling with desire. What was it about this man that made her want to give him her body every single time she saw him?
Suddenly, he pulled away, Kagome whimpering at the loss and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, his amber eyes blazing with need.
“Next time, put on some damn pants.” He growled and walked towards the bar, motioning for Miroku to give him another. Gritting her teeth, she focused back on her task, knowing she was going to have to change the batteries in her vibrator tonight again.
