Authors Note: This Ouran Story is on the mature side. It's a fusion between Ouran and Secret Diaries of a Call Girl. It's not a cross over. It's more like inspired by the stories of Belle duJour. This is the second version of the story, re-edited in 2014.

Pairings: Haruhi/All Hosts, Haruhi/Twins

Rating: M – language, sexual encounters, violence (at times)

Genre: Drama, Romance

- Warnings: Haruhi is ooc in the first chapter alone as she is trying to get into a very out of character mindset. After that, I try as best I can to emulate her personality as best as I can with her limited descriptive observations. She is frank and to the point as you well know. First person narrative is used in this story.

Doing the Job

My name is Haruhi Fujioka and the first thing you should know about me is that I am a whore.

Don't give me that look.

If you were not expecting such bluntness you wouldn't have started reading my story now, would you? I didn't think so. People can change as they grow up and I did. I'm not the same innocent girl my parents once knew nor am I as I used to be in high school. My experiences have changed me into what I am today and so begins my story. I am a whore.

If you are wondering why I do it, then its simple. I do it because I enjoy it, and I make good money. I don't exactly walk the streets for just any customer. I am high class. My fees are a bit ridiculous I admit but that's the only way to ensure a decent clientele. Granted on occasion, I get a few unorthodox customers but for the most part, the men I sleep with are worth hour they pay me for.

No one knows what I do.

Not my father even though he too works in the field as a transvestite. It stands to reason that I would rather him not know I do it too. He wouldn't exactly be mad at me but knowing how protective he could be, I would find myself with fewer clients.

I wouldn't tell him and I also wouldn't tell my best friends. I have two, by the way. I would have only had only one best friend, but they came in a pair. Twins. Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin.

I met them after I transferred into their middle school. We didn't see eye to eye when we first met either. I didn't care much for them at the time. They were rude, hot headed and just plain mean. I ignored them and kept to my studies not bothering to be friendly to anyone.

However, they were the first friends I ever made although not until high school and they remained my friends after all these years.

The story of how we became a trio is for another time but I can say this, I love them. I even dated them, one at a time of course. Kaoru (who was younger by just a few minutes) was the first one I dated because he was the first to ask me out, but of course Hikaru got insanely jealous, the damn bastard. Kaoru can sense his brother so well that soon after we started that fling, he let me go and I began to date Hikaru. I tell you they were good boyfriends and great lovers but I was a terrible girlfriend and somehow we ended up friends again.

Of course we screw around occasionally. Not at the same time, mind you. The brothers were close, but not that close and I'll be honest if they tried anything like that with me I might go into shock.

I also don't charge them, for obvious reasons, and it's a good thing my boss doesn't know about my relationship. She would take one look at their financial standing and force me to bring them into her twisted system. That would not be a good idea, since they don't have a clue about my secret life. They still think I work a more "professional" and "respectable" job.

When I was a child I wanted to be a lawyer. My studies were intensive and Im pretty sure if it wasn't for the twins I wouldn't have had any sort of social life what so ever. I was driven and goal oriented to a fault. Never saw past my big dream. So everyone believes me when I tell them that I work as a night time legal secretary until I get my big break.

Who would have thought my "big break" would come when I meet a very persuasive woman, Renge Houshikouji. She is my "boss", "madam", what ever you want to call her.

Renge is half Japanese and half French. She knows the tricks. She knows the trade and she hand picks my clients. All of them. Including my first. Kyoya Otori.

Right now I am sitting in cab on my way to meet him. I am dressed up by request. I should probably tell you now that I'm not very good at the whole dressing up and looking nice thing. The only reason I have nice clothes is because of the twins and their never ending shopping trips and the incessant need to make me into their own personal toy.

As I look down at my light blue slinky dress I can't help but admit that they have good eyes. If it hadn't been for them I probably wouldn't know half of what it takes to make it in this crazy profession. My normally boy-short brown hair is lengthened by extensions, by request of this particular client. Hell, I'm even wearing heals and some jewelry.. but no make up.

When it comes to my job I need to get into the mood. The right mind set and right now I was to play the role of a good little rich girl.

Kyoya is a regular. A tall black haired man and is what most people would call handsome. I admit he is attractive but looks don't make dictate a person's character. He is cool, collected and calculating. Just as he is cold and dominating. Sometimes I get a chill thinking about our many sessions together.

I pay the driver when we arrive at the Otori estate. Once I step out I let my eyes wonder upwards taking in the majesty of the mansion he lives in. I've seen it before and I've seen others and they all seem to make me feel so small. No matter how many I find I feel.. Well, I don't think I'll ever not be impressed with the size of these homes.

Kyoya always requests that I visit him at him own home. He must feel like he is in control and I don't mind. He hasn't hurt me in all these years and I don't think he is about to start now. Forceful and harsh yes, but never harmful.

I brush back my hair, momentarily forgetting about the added length till my fingers ran through the extensions. Taking a deep breath, I proceeded up the stairs and cleared my mind. My character in place I knocked.

While I waited for someone to answer I rehearsed my lines in my head. Over and over again so I knew who I was supposed to be and as the maid opened the door I slid into the my thinly veiled act.

"Ms. Fujioka" The woman said smiling when she was it was only me. Like the rest of the staff, she doesn't know what I am. She thinks I am Kyoya's girlfriend. They all think so and because of that they are extra sweet to me. They know I am not the only girl who visits. They think that I am the "jilted girlfriend" rather than the "whore that fucks" him when the real girlfriends are out of town.

I nodded to her and she leads me to the parlor. My heels clicked on the hard tiled floor resonating through out the hall. I am grateful every time I reach carpeting since it muffles the sound.

She opened the large double doors and there he is, sitting by the fireplace, reading a book and drinking a cup of hot tea.

His eyes perk up when I walk in, twitching a little when the maid bows to me as she exits the room. Closing the doors, she leaves me alone with him, in silence, as I stand there awaiting my cue.

"Haruhi," His voice rumbled. "How was your trip?"

Internally I smiled as I remembered our story. We are playing the traveling girlfriend role, full of pent up tension and a passionate reunion.

"The sights were magnificent and the food was wonderful."

Shit, I forgot where I was supposed to go this time. Oh well, go with the flow. "It would have been better if you were with me." I purred as I took a step forward. Closing the distance between us.

"Is that so?" His voice gave off a curious and yet, casual lilt. He closed his book with a click and looked up at me. His glasses caught the light of the fire.

I hummed in affirmation. "The nights were cold without you beside me." Truth be told, I feel silly talking like this but it's just the way it has to be.

I continued forward letting my heels click softly on the floor below me. Kyoya just watched me without a single word. It works out like that. As long as the staff and his family believed we were in an actual relationship his name would not be ruined. He had plans and they involved more deception and trickery than I was comfortable with. He could be a dark man.

"I realized over the long plane ride that I didn't get to say goodbye properly." I stopped right before him. My hands were clasped behind my back and I leaned forward a little giving him a glimpse of what little amount of cleavage I had. "It's a little over due but what do you say I make it up to you." My voice dropped into a tone that I picked up from my twins when they were up to no good.

He gave a little hmm sound as he picked up his tea cup and finished the last of it before standing. He placed the cup down on the table and grabbed ahold of my shoulders.

His fingers wrapped around my shoulders with enough pressure to hold me in place while he gave me a look that told me I was in for an entertaining night. Even though I knew why I was here and what he was about to do I let myself fall into the motions of our little role play and I faked the surprise, letting my brown eyes open as wide as possible. I was only half faking the surprise in my gasp when he pulled me into a deep and demanding kiss.

I opened my mouth, timidly, of course, as his tongue forced its way in. Moaning a little when he flicked at my own tongue, encouraging me to play along. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands traveled to my hips. The kiss became more furious as time passed.

One thing I learned about this man was that he needed my challenge. He needed me to fight for dominance. I bit his lower lip as he groaned pulling back a moment to give me a glare before coming in hard as he began lifting up my dress. My hands slid to his neck cupping under his chin as I tried to bring his kisses to my neck and chest. He obliged as he bit and nipped at my collar bone.

I was fumbling with his tie as he backed me up till we were upon one of the large sofas. Fancy as hell and located in the center of the room. He liked to do it in the more public places of his home. He didn't care if anyone saw us and he didn't care if they didn't like it. It was exciting and he never ceased to surprise me with his ability to erase any lingering doubts of exhibitionism.

I let go of his shirt as I was forced to sit on the soft floral cushions. He began unbuttoning his own shirt and tossed it aside before coming down on me with another round of kisses. I heard his belt buckled being loosened and by instinct I opened my legs to him. One more request from my Kyoya, "Never ever wear underwear". So I hadn't.

I was surprised every time because he chose the moments to enter me. He never let me prepare for it. This is where I call it rough. Not painful because there was just enough foreplay to get me going but he took me with force and I mean force.

I gasped and moaned his name every time he bucked into me. There were no more kisses, no, now he was biting me. My neck, my collar bone, my breasts, that had fallen out of my skimpy blue dress, were all being licked, nibbled, sucked and bitten. Kyoya had me.

When he was my client, no others existed because he always forced them from my mind. I felt him twitch and heard him moan. I held my own orgasm because, as Renge always said, "it wouldn't be right for the whore to finish first".

One, two, three more thrusts and his breathing hitched. This is where I do my job by rolling and bucking my hips back to him. I held onto mine until this particular moment. I let go relishing the feeling as I watch him release.

Kyoya collapsed on me his knees no longer supported by the edge of the sofa as he lowered to the carpet and slowly slipped out of me. He was as spent as I was. Both of us were sweating and breathing hard. Not a single word was said between us until he was able bring his breathing under control. He cleared his throat as he stood up, putting himself together. A sly smirk graced his lips as he tilted his head, his eyes criticizing me.

"That..." He said as he looked down on me. My fake hair sticking to my skin, my boobs hanging out and my legs still parted. "...is a good look for you."

I felt myself smile. Hands instinctively adjusting my dress.

"Thanks," I replied and mimicked his scrutinizing look. "You don't look half bad yourself."

He chuckled. "Do I still have you for the hour?"

I hummed a little in affirmation. "Kyoya, you can have me all night if you really wanted" I winked at him, indicating that he better put the price on the table.

We were not allowed to talk business in his home but suggestions... they were allowed. He took my hand and lead me upstairs. Now that the act was over, his family having heard the most of our excursion, he could take his time with his "girlfriend".

And so the story begins...