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Hey guys! I haven't been updating much… I'm sorry. But I wanted to try out another story so, if you think it's good, please tell me! And if you don't like Yoruichi's job (she won't have it for long, I think) and want me to not continue, tell me! I don't want to make another chapter unless you guys think I should continue this!

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Chapter1: The Name's Yoruichi Shihouin

Yoruichi walked out the club, her dance garments gone and replaced by jeans, a plain t-shirt, and a long black coat. Her job for tonight was finished and over. No more dancing for all those perverted men…until tomorrow night.

The dark-skinned woman sighed as she took out her cigarette pack and placed a cig inside her mouth, lighting it up the next second as she inhaled and blew out a cloud of smoke. The job was shameful, but paid what she needed. It was the only thing she could think of.

All the women here were jealous of her but fortunately enough, saw that her strength and reflexes were as great as her looks which was a lot since she could practically pass as a goddess.

Seeing her house from where she was, she quickened her pace, eager to get some rest but first, something to eat. Checking out for burglars and stomping out her cigarette, her bright golden eyes scanned the place before opening the door with her key.

Clicking on the lights, she threw her coat off and flopped down on a fluffy, soft couch on her way to the living room. "Whew! What a night!" she sighed in a tired voice, a hand over her eyes as she relaxed. "No men harassing me and no pickpockets. I'd say this is a good night so far."

Yep, the reputation in the strip club came with a bunch of extremely horny/perverted men forever trying to seduce her into their new toy. No way that'll happen, especially since she lets no one touch her unless it was job hours and the money would pay off. Cheap guys would only be able to watch her do her thing and wave dollar bills while the ones with the dough get their desire.

Her tongue stuck out in disgust as the last memory of the guy who fucked her in his bedroom came back. Her number one rule was for men to wear a condom if they were to approach her. It was a small price and the men didn't mind as long as they got her body for a full night.

Her tummy growled to get up and eat, making her snap back away from her unpleasant memories. "I've gotta feed myself if I want to stay healthy…" she groaned and got up with no choice whatsoever. With swift and long strides, she was in the kitchen eating leftovers, the kitchen TV on.

She was about to release her long orchid-colored hair from her ponytail when the phone rang.

Rolling her eyes, she quickly undid the ponytail and went to the ringing phone. "Make it fast," she said irritatingly as she picked it up and held it to her ear.

"Haha, always amusing to hear your beautiful voice, Yoruichi…"

She frowned. The Boss would only call her if they had a patient, or… "Mind telling me why you're calling, Boss?"

The man called Boss was in his office, watching recorded tapes of his hot employees as his dick immediately came hard when Yoruichi's voice was heard again. He quietly groaned.

Back with Yoruichi, she was tapping her foot impatiently and failed to hear that suppressed groan. "Boss?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah." The Boss instantly grinned, eyes closed. "There's someone I want to hire…"

Someone he wants to hire, huh? Yoruichi chuckled. Ever since she came into the business, bonus jobs such as convincing other ladies to take a job at the strip club was given to her and so far, she's managed to succeed without fault. "Really?" she asked, a mischievous grin brightening her features. Finally, something exciting to do. "Give me the info, that's all I need."

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Soi Fong sat on the porch of her house, her watchful grey eyes lost in thought. She flicked the ashes out her cigarette and inhaled once more. The sun was still working its way up, casting an orange ray of light upon the woman as a signal to stop smoking and change.

She agreed since the glare of the sun's beam was too much for her eyes and smashed the cig underneath her shoes, going inside before slamming the door closed. Passing the stereo nearby, she pushed Play and a few seconds later, booming music was blasting out.

No one lived with her so no one could complain…except for her neighbors. She rolled her eyes, taking off her white-shirt, then her shoes, and finally sweats. Her training bra was still on so she took that off, showing smooth, milky, pert breasts. She took off her panties as well when she remembered that a shower would be best after the long morning run.

After the warm shower, she dried her hair with a spare towel and grabbed her prepared clothes from her closet. Her hair was still slightly damp when she was done dressing, but that didn't matter. She was going to braid them, after all.

Her hair style was unusual, so to say. Short, cropped hair in the front and two long, clothed braids tied with a ring on each end. Her natural grey eyes were another thing but she didn't mind. She liked grey and thought it suited her fine.

Time for work, she thought sardonically. Skipping breakfast, she walked nimbly out her perfectly clean house and unlocked her car. It was pretty neat. All black with gold lining and it actually had power boosts to go even faster.

She had the car customized at a special place owned by a friend of hers named Kuukaku. Her family certainly are great at engineering, Soi mused as she started up the car and drove into the street. Kuukaku liked things that blew up so she added the power boosts as a bonus. Said she loved the noise and effects it makes. Soi Fong thinks she'll never understand the woman.

At the famous restaurant where she serves as a waiter, she parked the car in the employee area and went inside. Putting on an apron on her uniform, she was about to exit and take people's orders when a voice cut through the noise of others cooking and washing.

"Hey there, Soi Fong!"

Her eye twitched as she slowly turned around to find Matsumoto Rangiku, the one who always tried to get her to hang with the other employees. "Matsumoto." was all she said.

The big-busted woman smiled happily but then suddenly grabbed out and pulled Soi by the arm into the employees' room. "W-what are you doing? Unhand me--"

"Shh!" Soi blinked and looked up at Matsumoto to see she had a serious face on. "I want to talk to you," she said firmly.

Soi blinked again, and then frowned as a thought ran by her. "Don't tell me you need to borrow money from me again. I told you, you still owe me--"

"No, no, no!" Matsumoto shook her head, still gripping the smaller woman by the shoulders. "It's not about that."

Soi's frown went deeper. "Then what could you possibly want from me?"

"…A favor…or something like that."

"Ask then. I have work to do."

Matsumoto pouted then. "No need to get all rushy-rushy, but…if you say so." She shrugged, her breasts bouncing. "You see," she started to explain a bit nervously, "There was this weird ass guy yesterday--" Soi scowled and rolled her eyes at the cuss word "--and he kept staring at me like I was food or something. It was really creepy."

Soi rolled her eyes once more. Maybe he wanted to see your breasts?, she thought sarcastically.

"When I went past him to get a customer's order, he slipped something into my butt pocket (At this Soi was thinking, Oh my god, the butt already, huh?) and I read it this morning. It said, 'Sexy figure, babe. Come to my strip club and we'll make some real money.' and it gave me the address and everything." She got something out of her pocket and handed the crumpled paper to Soi. "Here," she said.

Soi only crossed her arms, sighed, and took the note. Her lips were formed as a frown and a scowl as she read what Matsumoto told her. "Well, I say don't join of course. You'll only be selling your body when you have a perfect enough job here. So what's the deal? It's not like he's at a table out there, waiting for your response--"

"MATSUMOTOOOO! A CUSTOMER'S ASKING FOR YOOOUUUUU!!" came a call from a man named Shuuhei Hisagi, a friend of theirs.

Both woman instantly freeze, both eyes staring at each other and thinking the same thing. And when Soi's face slowly gained a determined expression, Matsumoto flinched away in fear as the calm woman stepped towards her.

"N-no! I can't go! He's creepy!!"

"Matsumoto, you have to face him. Men like him don't tend to give up easily."

"And how would you know?! Soi Fong, no! Please, stop! NOOOOOOOO!!"

All their friends working there paused for a brief moment to watch Soi Fong drag a fighting Matsumoto who had a napkin cloth stuffed into her mouth. Soi Fong stopped in front of Nanao calmly as if she knew no yelling and struggling Matsumoto. "What table?" she asked simply.

"Table 10," the serious woman answered with a slightly confused expression. "Soi Fong, why--"

"Talk later," she replied and dragged Matsumoto out into the open where if she did something embarrassing, all the customers would see it.

Two feet away from the employees' door, Soi stopped and took the cloth out Matsumoto's mouth. The woman instantly said something as soon as it was out and her hands were unleashed from the tight grip. "Pft, yuck! Don't do that again, Soi Fong! I would've came if you'd had just persuaded me enough, you know!"

"Whatever," the cool woman replied. "Table 10, so let's get it over with…"

Matsumoto had on a glum look but when her eyes saw who was at Table 10, an astonished look came over. "Soi Fong, there's a woman there!"

Blinking, Soi looked over as well and indeed it was. Right there, grinning at them, was a cocoa-skinned, purple-haired, woman who looked about only two or so years older than Soi Fong. Who is she? Soi thought bewildered by the woman's beauty. Could she be one of that man's workers?

"Ooh, c'mon Soi Fong! I want to meet her!" Matsumoto tugged at Soi's sleeve, her eyes darting back and forth excitedly.

"Oh, now you want to talk, huh?" Soi asked with a roll of her eyes and a few grumbles as she 'guided' Matsumoto to the table. A strange feeling stirred inside Soi Fong as they got closer. Who is she?, she thought once more as they stopped in front of her.

The woman stood from her seat with a grin. "Hey there," she greeted with a knock-out voice that made that feeling inside Soi Fong burn brighter, "The name's Yoruichi. Yoruichi Shihouin."

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Well? Should I continue it? Delete it? Leave it alone for a while? Tell me!! I'll only work on the next chapter if you guys tell me to continue it!! Oh yeah, and I won't drop my other stories! Just because I haven't updated for so long, doesn't mean I've forgotten about it!