Kagome looked at herself in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door. 

"I look like a trollop." She sighed, then giggled because trollop really was a funny word. Her long black hair curled softly around her bare shoulders, doing nothing to hide the amount of skin showing above the tight, vinyl tube top. It was red, matching the tiny mini skirt she wore over black stockings. She wasn't going to make it out of her room, much less out of the house like this! 

"Well, this is what you were going for, Kagome" she told herself. "You drew out of the hat like the rest of your friends and this is what you got." Her friends had decided to have a costume party and drew lots to see who would go as what. Lucky Kagome drew the paper that said "hooker". She tugged the tube top up and the mini skirt down and blushed as bright red as the vinyl. 

"This is not going to work!" 

"What's not going to w..."

Kagome turned to see Inuyasha sitting in her open window, a shocked look on his face. More than shock really, it looked as if someone had punched him in the gut. Hard. She stood there as he stared at her, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. She waited for him to say something, anything but he just sat there. 

"Oh, just stop it! Put your eyes back in your head or I'll say the "S" word!" She already felt self-conscious enough as it was. She didn't need a half youkai staring holes into her.

Inuyasha shook his head, as if to clear it. "What the...I mean..you....YOU LOOK LIKE A TROLLOP!" He yelled as he stepped from the windowsill into her bedroom. 

Kagome clenched her fists at her sides and yelled a tremendous round of "SIT's" at him. He hit the carper hard four or five times.

He stayed on the floor, scowling up at her. "What's all that for? Meeting that Ho-bo bastard?"

"Hojo! His name is Hojo. And no, I'm not meeting him. A friend of mine is having a party. This is my outfit." she explained, still pulling a bit on the skirt.

"You mean you're going out! Like that!? Your belly-button is showing!" 

Kagome blushed and covered her tummy with her hands. Then stopped herself when the dog-demon continued.

"Feh, take all that off and get back in your normal clothes!" he ordered, standing up. "You look like a...like a.." Kagome forgot her self-consciousness. She forgot her own misgivings about the outfit as anger flashed through her. How dare he boss her around like that?  Telling her what to wear and what not to wear? Who did he think he was?

"Like a what, Inuyasha? Like a slut? A dime-store floozy? Well, I don't care! I LIKE looking like this!" She turned away to pick up the red heels from the floor beside her bed, intending to put them on, but Inuyasha growled and grabbed her arm, spinning her back to face him. But her stocking covered feet spun in the soft carpet and she lost her balance, falling against Inuyasha, toppling them both onto the floor. 

Kagome opened her eyes. She was lying on top of him. Blushing to the roots of her hair she struggled to get up, and realized that her movements had pulled the small tube top down. With a choked gasp, she crossed her arms over her chest and tried to get up, but her feet got caught in the folds of his kimono and she fell back down on him. She mumbled an apology into his coat, not daring to move until she got herself under better control. She was shaking, embarrassed beyond measure. She was lying half-naked on top of Inuyasha.  She refused to let that thought go any farther. 

Wiggling a little, she managed to pull her top back into place without showing too much. She closed her eyes and sat up, not caring that her skirt had ridden up. What was one more embarrassment added to the bunch? Even with that in mind, she wasn't prepared for what all her wiggling body movements had done. The effect on Inuyasha was obvious, especially since she was now straddling him. She blushed and Inuyasha groaned, having the nerve to smile wickedly at her as she felt his body warm under her. 

"YOU PERVERT!"

“What did you expect?” he answered.  “Dressing like that and then… rubbing against me…”

She scrambled off of him, straightening her clothing.

“Are you really going out like that?” he asked, sitting up.

“It’s a costume party…”

“What are you supposed to be?”

“A… hooker.”

Inuyasha made a face, looking perplexed at the English word.

“You know… a prostitute.”

His eyes widened and he went deathly pale.  “You’re going to sell your body for…”

“No!” she scowled at him.  “It’s only pretend.  And I’m late…”  She pulled on her shoes.

“You can’t go out like that,” he said quietly with a hint of venom in his voice.

“Why the hell not?”

“Men will see you and want to fuck you.”

“That’s kinda the idea.”

He seemed to ponder this for a moment before making a face, standing and placing himself in front of the door.  “You can’t go.”

“You said I could go out tonight…”

“Not like THAT!”

“Why not?”

“Men will… they’ll… and they CAN’T!”

“Inuyasha…”

Something flickered on his face.  It may have been hurt, concern or lust… or maybe a combination of all three.  “I’ll pay for you, just stay here… don’t go to them.”

Her eyes widened in surprise as her mouth gaped open.  “I’m… NOT going to sell myself…”

Inuyasha wasn’t really listening to her.  He heard “prostitute” and his mind went crazy.  “If you’re THAT desperate… I’ll take care of it, just don’t go out there.  I don’t want them to see you like this.”

“Inuyasha,” she scowled at him, “I’m NOT a prostitute.  I’m just pretending to be one.”

“Pretending?” he looked confused.

She tried to push past him, but he held her.  His warm arms surrounded her body, crushing her to him.  She almost felt dirty rubbing against him with so little on.  “Pretending.”

“Can’t you pretend with me and forget about doing it for them?” he asked, clinging to her.  He had his arms around her waist, pulling her hips to his hard on.  “I don’t think anyone else should see you like this.”

“And what about you seeing me like this?”

He blinked at her a long time.  His chest rose and fell in jagged breaths.  He swallowed nervously as his manhood twitched with life.  “You aren’t going anywhere.  Your life belongs to me.”

For a moment she had a vision of him taking her.  He was certainly hard.  She wondered briefly how far she could push him before he broke down and did something about it.  She was getting excited just thinking about him and wondered what sort of animal instincts she could awaken in him.  “You’ll take care of it?  How?”

He stared at her, unsure how to respond to such a challenge.  He finally pushed her to the floor and settled on top of her.  “I’ll do this for you…” he said quietly, reaching down to undo his pants.

“You would… do this with me, rather than let me be with another man?” she asked, incredulous.

He nodded and pulled down his pants, kicking them off.  His kimono and haori soon followed along with his fundoshi.  He crouched above her.  “Well?  Isn’t this what you want?  Isn’t this what you dressed for?”

“Um… yeah,” she replied, watching him fumble with her clothes.  Her outfit made a pile on the ground beside him.

“Only thing is,” he said thoughtfully while pulling off her stockings.  “I won’t pay you.  I’ll steal our daily food before I allow you to sell your body.  No one else touches you…” He stared at her naked body below his.  “I won’t let you cheapen yourself.”

“You’ll take care of me?” she asked quietly.

His fingers lightly traced her breast and belly.  “If you can’t take care of yourself…”

She reached down and gently touched his manhood.  It twitched under her fingertips and he moaned, pushing himself against her hand.  “Do you really want this?” she whispered.

“I don’t want them to touch you,” he answered as he lay on top of her.  His manhood rested on her pubic bone.  He could feel her moist heat against his shaft.  Slowly he ground against her.

She gasped.  His body was warm and firm against her.  His manhood pressed against her jewel.  It felt good, even if he wasn’t yet inside.  She pushed up her hips to feel him press a very sensitive spot.  She writhed beneath him, wanting more.  She hugged him close and pushed with unashamed longing.  Something inside of her was building.  She moaned and wiggled beneath him as her body pulsed against his.  She held him, panting in his ear.

He sat up on his elbows and gave her a look.  “That was… you feeling pleasure?” 

She nodded, suddenly feeling rather embarrassed.  

He smiled softly and lightly kissed her lips.  “I’m glad you can take pleasure with my body,” he whispered.  

She stared up at him.  He wasn’t moving above her anymore.  “What about you?  Can you take pleasure with mine?”

He gave her a wicked grin.  “Of course… But I happen to know you’re fertile right now…” 

“Oh…” she remarked quietly, looking away.  

“I won’t cum inside of you unless you want me to,” he whispered.

She nodded, staring up at him with perfect trust.

He reached down and pushed himself down to where he was made to fit.  His head sunk into her hot folds and he pushed with his hips.

She cried out and clutched his body to hers.

“Sorry,” he grunted but didn’t stop.  He seemed to go mindless for a moment.  His lips pressed hers as his body thrust against hers, moaning and sighing in his exertions.

She looked over his shoulder, watching his ass pump against her as her legs gripped him.  They were actually… having sex.  She wrapped her arms around him, breathing in his musky scent.  

He cried out and tried to move away.  She was too much for him for his first time.  He fought against his urge to ejaculate.

She wrapped her legs around him, keeping him against her.  She was very close to her own orgasm.  

“Kagome…” he mumbled, trying to pull away, but she held him.  He grunted and came deep within her.  He sighed and rested against her, feeling her writhe beneath him.  

They gasped against each other for a long time.  Finally he rolled off of her, pulling out.  She stared at him.  “You… inside?”

He nodded.  “I tried to tell you.”

“Does this mean we’ll… have a baby?”

He reached for her and pulled her body against his.  “We might…” he whispered.  “But I would rather it be mine then… some other guy’s.”

“Inuyasha… I told you.  I am not a prostitute.”

“If you had gone out like that… do you think they would have cared?” he whispered.

She shivered and snuggled against him.  “I won’t dress like that anymore…”

He stared down at her in surprise.  “You can dress like that around me…” he said with a wicked smile.  “I liked it.”  

“You pervert,” she whispered.

He grinned.

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