Dear readers,

I've made minor tweaks to this chapter. Hope you enjoy it. Signed 7/12/18

Disclaimer:

If I owned Bleach, it would be Rated M.

The autumn leaves twirled with the cold and cruel wind.

After another day of hell, the young man stepped into the place.

The one place that welcomed him – The one place that he gave in to sin – The one place where he won't be lonely – even if just for a fleeting moment.

Usually, he'd just sit and watch, sometimes long enough for him to give in, sometimes short enough for him to snap out of the pointless escapade and head home.

The place was crowded tonight. All the girls in the bar were out on the stage. He stood staring at the glistening bodies dancing on the stage—their hips rocking sensually, their curves swaying seductively as their eyes sucked the weakness out of the lustful men.

Ichigo made his way to his usual seat at the edge of the stage and sat down, hanging his black coat over the back of his chair. The repetitive hum of the music relaxed him, but the bright lights and the view kept his eyes fixated.

The clicking of stilettos approaching drew Ichigo's attention back to the stage and he turned to see a new girl step onto the stage from behind the curtain at the back.

She was petite but voluptuous. Her wavy auburn haired in a high ponytail, the hair tossed to one side of her face, showing off her graceful neck. She had the face of an angel and the body of the devil. Glamour and elegance glowed from her entire body of creamy smooth skin. He watched her walk into the spotlight, bringing her red corset clad figure into full focus.

Entranced as he watched her, his eyes grazed her red stilettos up to legs that went on forever, and paused at her perky tight ass before, traveling over the tiny waist to her massive rack. She turned and caught him the moment his eyes reached her face. She had breathtaking ashen eyes that stared straight into his amber ones.

Sauntering to the nearest pole, she curled her slender fingers around the cold metal. She pressed her body against it, sliding down little by little, until she was cowering on bent knees with the pole pushed against her covered heat. She pulled herself up and down a little, rolling her head around as the pole rubbed against her clit. Then she turned with her back to the pole, her arms above her, clinging to the metal, and effortlessly did a full swing around the pole before pulling herself back onto her feet.

She knew the orange-haired young man was watching, but she avoided his stare.

Bending over to receive a few bills from the men, she gracefully stuffed them in the valley between her breasts. Then she strutted to the other side, making her way past the other girls dancing.

She slid herself down another pole until she reached the floor of the stage, and then crawled in front of a group of men sitting at the edge. She stretched herself out before them, until her heat was inches away from their hungry hands and eyes. She arched her back slowly, gradually thrusting her hips into the air; her eyes shut and her face serene as she let out a purring moan. The unexpected noise sent a pleasurable shivers down the spines of each man, and the groins of some men, and they rewarded her by stuffing more bills into her red panties.

Ichigo watched her finally blowing each of the man a cute kiss goodbye, and felt his breath hitched as she suddenly sat straight up to face him with her piercing ashen gaze.

She stood in one swift motion and cat-walked over to his little corner of the stage. Ichigo's heart beat raced as she moved closer, until she loomed above him. She turned sideways and sat across his lap, her right hand over his neck.

Her position gave him a full view of her heaving breasts that were rising and falling to the rhythm of the low-key music. Watching him watch her breasts, she arched a little, lifting her breasts into empty space, before she flipped herself onto the little table. She propped her head up with her right hand and stared at him in the face.

Then she smiled the sweetest and brightest smile he had ever seen.

"Lonely?" she gave a pout.

"Most are when they come in here," he admitted, intoxicated by the smell of her perfume from her hot body.

"But they don't come to leave lonely, now do they?" she asked teasingly, smiling ever so sweetly.

Something about him attracted her. She has seen him around. Maybe it was his bright orange hair, maybe it was his amber eyes, maybe it was how he'd hide in a corner, maybe it was how he admitted he was lonely.

Something about her attracted him. She caught his eyes. Maybe it was her stunning beauty, maybe it was innocent ashen eyes, maybe it was her alluring sweet voice, maybe it was how he felt slightly wanted that she picked him. Maybe he was just fucking lonely.

Still smiling, she slipped off the table and walked away, her hips swinging enticingly. She stopped. Turning her head over her shoulder back to him, giving him an inviting look.

Without hesitation, Ichigo picked up his coat and followed her. She led him to the side of the club and down a hallway lined with doors where they could hear loud panting and moaning as they walked past the rooms.

She stopped at room number 167 and stepped inside, followed by Ichigo who shut the door behind them.

The lights were dim, light music playing - A large sofa was against the wall, and in the middle of the room was a table with a pole. By the door stood a shelf with supplies.

Turning around to face him, she pulled of his collar and backed him to the sofa and he crawled back on his hands as she inched towards him until he reached the center of the seat.

He was driven mad with lust as she looked him in the eyes and bit her lower lip seductively. Without breaking eye contact, she then climbed onto the table. Stretching her hands above her head, she gently wrapped her slim digits around the pole. Dancing to the slow beat of the music, she gyrated her hips and dipped her body.

His blood pumped loudly through his veins and he could feel the heat rising in him, his pants shrunk two sizes too small, watching her tantalize and tease him. He wondered how it would feel to have her tight heat wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock. He imagined her sweet voice crying out his name in ecstasy beneath him as he fucked her fast and hard.

"What's your name?"

Ichigo waited for her reply. When he realized that she had no intention of answering he leaned in closer to the table and peered up at her.

"I'd love to know your name," he insisted.

She stopped dancing. Bending her knees until she was spread eagle in front of him behind the pole, she peered at him with raised eyebrows, searching his face.

"You'd love to know my name because you need something to moan tonight when you're lying in bed thinking about me," she accused playfully.

Ichigo chuckled.

"Neither you nor I need to sleep at all tonight," he suggested with a cocky grin.

"I bet you'd like to know what it sounds like when I say your name" she said in an innocent school girl voice.

"I'm Ichigo," he said, looking up at her.

"Ichigo." she repeated, laughing inwardly at the weird name for a boy.

Giving him a fleeting glance she then proceeded to remove the bills from her corset and her panties and placed them in a safe under the table.

Controlling his staggered breaths, Ichigo stared hungrily at her form, flexing his fingers slowly, fighting the urge to touch her smooth skin.

Right that moment she leaned towards him on her hands and knees until he could feel her hot breath on his nose.

"Ichigo," she whispered, sending pulse of pleasure down his spine.

"Mmmmnnnhhh," she moaned, closing her eyes.

Ichigo was now unbearably hard, intoxicated by her sound and her sweet smell.

"I can definitely make you moan more than that." he claimed.

"Oh yea, I'm sure you can." She answered dreamily as she removed the clip that had secured her hair in a ponytail.

"See for yourself," he proposed as he watch her wavy hair fall around her curvaceous form."What's your name?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill.

"Orihime," she said, gently pulling another hundred dollars from him. "That's my name."

"Orihime," Ichigo repeated as he pulled out another bill, "What action can this get me?"

The auburn beauty laid down on the table in front of him. He gave her the bill and she unzipped her corset, freeing her breasts that bounced joyously forward before his very eyes.

Ichigo stared down hungrily, his breath quickening. He reached calmly for another hundred. "What about this?"

Orihime sat up and leaned towards him, her full, perky breasts inches away from his face while collecting another bill. Then, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling her body toward him, her round breasts pressed against his chest. Orihime kissed him passionately, sliding her hands up to his head, burying them in his hair.

He wanted more! He needed more!

When she broke the kiss, he immediately pulled out the remaining bills from his pocket and desperately surrendered them to her.

Smiling, she counted the cash and kept it into the safe under the table.

She lowered her thighs, straddling him.

Ichigo was breathing heavily by now. "So this means…?"

"That I'm all yours… Ichigo," she whispered.

Crushing his lips to hers, Ichigo grabbed her by the arms and pulled her closer to him. His hands traveled down her back, eager to feel her soft skin. He reached for her round ass and squeezed, pulling her hips towards him.

With their lips still locked, she began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers working nimbly down until it was completely undone, pleased to see his tone and lean body. She slid each sleeve down his arms and discarded the shirt in the corner.

Ichigo let his hands wander back up to cup her breasts.

Damn they're soft.

He stared in lust and wonder as he felt their weight on his calloused hands. Gently, he rolled her nipples in his fingers. She pulled her head back slightly as she felt a tingling sensation run down her spine to her inner thighs.

"Ngaahhh... Ichigo…"

His right hand grasped the curve of her breast and brought it to his mouth, where he wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked on it. Orihime closed her eyes and let his warm tongue flick her nipple until it was hard and swollen and buried her fingers deeper into his hair before he continued to shower attention to the other breast.

Damn I love her breasts.

Disengaging her breast from his mouth, she pushed his shoulders back so that she could run her hands down his hard body and unbuckled his belt. As she did this, Ichigo caressed her milky thighs, resting his palm above her panties. He moaned as she unzipped his pants and wiggled them off. She lowered herself onto his boxers, rubbing her heat against his hard dick underneath the cloth as she gave him a quick hard kiss.

Ichigo groaned into her mouth and reached down to tear off her panties. When they were off, he lowered his hand to rub her clit, his dick throbbed when he felt her already soaking wet. She whimpered as he touched her and kissed his neck.

He slowly inserted one finger and was surprised by how tight it was; he was even more surprised by her reaction when she hid her face in his neck and grasped on tightly to his shoulders, breathing heavily onto his skin.

"Be gentle," she pleaded.

"I will." he replied assuringly.

He slipped in another finger and rolled them around inside of her, rubbing hard against her walls.

"Mmmpphh… Ichigo!"

Her moans for him were like music to his ears, increasing his desire and lust tenfold. He slipped his fingers out of her heat and placed his hand on hers to steady her movement.

"Need you... now," he said in a coarse and shaky voice.

Without hesitating, she pulled off his boxers, exposing his hard and throbbing member, and proceeded to place a condom over it.

He lifted her up and placed her onto the sofa before sinking into her plush body. He gave her a passionate kiss before slowly entering her heat. The head slowly parted her tight lips and inch by inch she could feel his hard dick entering her, the throbbing veins stimulating her sensitive folds until she was down at the base. Pulling back a little, Ichigo thrust into her.

Then his eyes widened in horror as he heard her winced, he had felt it reaping through her hymen, which meant…

"Fuck, you're a virgin?!"

He saw tears gathered at the corner of her eyes which she quickly fought back. Cradling her head, he kissed her cheeks and her eyes.

"Are you ok?"

"Y-yes, I'm f-fine. So-sorry. P-please don't s-stop."

He didn't want to hurt her any further although his member was getting impatient, but then he felt her began to thrust her hips to initiate the movement.

He pumped into her harder and faster, his fingers pressing deep into her soft hips. Pain forgotten as pleasure overwhelmed her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned with each upward thrust, savoring the feeling of his hard cock slamming against her heat.

"Oh Ori-hi-me!"

"Ohh Ichigo, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me good!" she moaned, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she rocked with him.

He could feel her tight walls wrapped around his cock and her hot wetness engulfing him. He pulled back further until only the tip of his member was in her heat before slamming hard all the way into her again, causing her to dig her fingers onto his back.

"Yes!" she moaned. "Ichigo! I'm cumming!"

Her walls clamped on his member and he came in spasms just two seconds later, shooting his seeds inside the condom.

It was the most expensive he had to pay for sex, but it was worth every fucking penny. It was the best sex he ever had in his life. Guilt enveloped him as he felt like a bloody cheapskate bastard, only paying 500 dollars for a virgin, a very hot piece of ass of a virgin.

He watched her breasts rise and fall as she gathered her breath. She looked so beautiful and the fact that he made her cum so hard and left her breathless made him grin in arrogance. All he wanted right now was to cuddle her tight little body and kiss her angelic face, her plump lips, and fall asleep with her.

Then she walked up to the shelf by the door and pulled a towel to cover herself.

"Thanks for coming, Ichigo," she smiled at him with a blank emotionless glance before she closed the door.

Emptiness clouded him. He knew it was just for a fleeting moment of pleasure.

So why was he feeling lonelier than ever before?

End.

~ Blitch out.

Now now, before you think this is mindless smut... (if you read my fics u'd know that) I have reserved a mysterious/unpredictable plot. So stay tuned to find out what.

I know you liked it, so please leave me a review. It'll definitely motivate me in writing a 'Part 2' for this fic. Tell me what you want to see happen next! So everybody, please review.

Don't worry, I have not forgotten about We Could Be Heroes(M), or Le Hollow de L'Opera (T)!

I will definitely finish what I started (that last line there sounded like smut didn't it, ah oh well!)