No Business like Show Business

No Business Like Show Business

Notes: So much for plot! Let’s get to the heart of the matter!
Disclaimers: Don’t own anything of Inuyasha, and plot was supplied to me by Akasakeme.
Pairing: Sess/Kag, minor Inu/Kag, more pairings to come soon.
Warnings: Heterosexual sex, oral sex, ect…
Rating: NC-17 (No more beating around the bushes.)

Chapter Three:
Action!

Ring-ring

A groan issued from the bottom half of the body tangle sprawled across Kagome’s bed. Turning on her side the young woman tried valiantly to block out the insentient ringing of her cell phone. She tried jamming a pillow over the top of her head to tune out the noise so that she could go back to sleep.

Ring-Ring
Ring-Ring

Kagome winced as she felt the bed dip slightly as Inuayasha got up to answer it. Extracting her head from underneath the pillow, her raven hair sticking out in odd places, in addition her body was only covered by rumpled sheets of her bed. Sleepily rubbing her eyes and yawning Kagome spoke just as Inuaysha picked up the phone.

“Leave it alone Inuayasha…” but instead of listening to his girlfriend Inuyasha flipped the phone opened, roughly pressed the talk button and growled at the person on the other end.

“Who are you and what the hell do you want?” he asked gruffly.

“Kagome?” a surprised Miroku asked when Inuyasha spoke, “When did your voice get so deep?”

“This isn’t Kagome!”

“Ohhhh, I gathered as much. So who are you then?”

“Listen pal, what do you want with Kagome?” Inuyasha stated, starting to become more than a little bit irritable.

Miroku sighed, “Look this is getting us nowhere fast. Just tell Kagome that she’s running late for work…and that she needs to scrounge enough money to get herself a better answering machine…uh hello?” Miroku questioned as he got a dial tone, before he slammed the phone down in its cradle before pressing the button to the intercom.

A young woman’s voice answered, “Yes sir?”

“Sango-chan! Oh it does my heart good to hear your sweet melodic voice. I am…”
“What is it now Miroku-san?” the woman asked, sounding exasperated.

“Well since you asked, I’ve been having a pretty shitty morning, could you possible spare oh maybe an hour or two away from your computer and your Post-It notes to come in and “comfort” me?”

Silence greeted him at the other end of the intercom, then ‘Sango-chan’ replied, her voice sounding strained as if she was just barely holding on to her patience.

“Sir…you are a very sick man and are in need of help,” then the intercom crackled off.

Leaning into his chair Miroku pouted before pressing the button again.

“Sango-chan?”

No answer.

“Come on, I was just kidding! You know I was! Sango-chan?”

Meanwhile, on the receiving end of the intercom call a young woman was mercilessly crushing a empty soda can, imagining that it was her boss’s skull.


“Oh god,” Kagome exclaimed as she bolted out of bed, sinking to the floor she opened all of the drawers to her dresser while hands scrambled to pull together something along the lines of tasteful clothing.

Inuyasha leaned against the door frame of her bedroom, “I don’t see what the big rush is. I mean you’re already late.” Inuyasha stated, sounding bored.

“Well it’s technically my first day on the job,” Kagome stated, unable to stop the blush rising to her cheeks as she slipped on a low-cut bra and a thong, both baby blue in color, then stepped into a medium blue skirt and pulling on a button up white shirt.

Inuyasha blinked, “When did you get a new job?”

“Yesterday,” Kagome said as she finished buttoning up the blouse.

“Doing what?” Inuyasha said, “No offence Kagome but I worry about you sometimes. You’re so hard set on your ‘dream’ that you seem to be out of touch with reality.”

Looking at him Kagome felt a pang of guilt, he did look worried. Rising to her feet Kagome loosely wound her arms around his waist, got up on tip-toe and gave him a tender kiss on the lips.

In the back of her mind Kagome knew what her ‘job’ required of her, but ever since yesterday she was too entangled in her angry at Sesshomaru that she hadn’t made a mental connection between what her job required of her and why she could never tell Inuyasha exactly what her ‘job’ was.

Forcing a smile on her face as they broke apart Kagome gave him one last hug before leaving.

Still standing in Kagome’s room Inuyasha re-discovered the DVD he had found last then. Pocketing it he left the apartment and went straight to Inutashio Estates just outside of Tokyo.

No sooner had Kagome walked into Shards Studio and reported for work Miroku ambushed her.

“Ah there she is! The up and coming starlet! Did you get enough sleep princess?” he asked teasingly.

“Well I could have used another hour at least,” Kagome began only to have her cousin grasp her hand and all but drag her into the makeup room.

Standing in the middle of the room Miroku snapped his fingers, “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you a new project. I warn you to be careful with her though, she bruises easily” Miroku stated as he ‘lightly’ shoved Kagome into the den of hairstylists, makeup artists, and wardrobe fitters and slammed the door closed behind her.

Noticing the hungry stares from everyone Kagome edged along the wall. On the other side of the door Miroku sniggered to himself as he heard a high-pitch scream of terror. Less than five minutes later Kagome bolted out of the door, panting as if she had ran around the room to escape the lunatics who had been rapidly applying make-up, fixing her hair, and all but tearing off her clothing to put her in a new outfit. Instead of the modest skirt and blouse now Kagome was dressed in something similar to a high school ‘sailor suit’.

However the school uniform had been ‘modified’; the white blouse was so low-cut and tight around her chest that if it had buttons they would have popped by now and the skirt was creeping up her thigh even though she was standing perfectly still.

She shot glares at Miroku who was clutching his sides from silent chuckles.

“You are officially removed from the family tree…again,” Kagome said as she carefully walked away, trying to pull her skirt lower to cover more of her legs as she left.

Once she was gone Miroku broke down into hysterical laughter until he had tears in his eyes.

Sesshomaru paced the set, a quick glance at his wrist watch proved what he already knew was true, that silly little girl was over an hour late. Around him the filming staff had taken to hovering around the table, nibbling on doughnuts and sipping coffee. Sesshomaru was one who hated being kept waiting, not to mention the glasses that they were making him…or rather his ‘character’ wear was staring to give him a headache.

“Make way, make way, Miss Kagome has decided to grace all us humble being with her presence,” Miroku stated through his megaphone. Quickly the staff table was cleared and everyone scrambled to their respective places. Shyly following behind him was Kagome.

At a glance though it didn’t look quite like Kagome. The school uniform would throw one off, not to mention that her hair was pulled back by a butterfly clip. A minimal amount of makeup had been applied to her face, however all the mascara in the world couldn’t disguise that the young woman looked very apprehensive.

“Places people. Kagome get ready for your cue, you did look over the script I gave you yesterday right?” Miroku asked.

“Uh yeah,” Kagome stated as she tried to calm her trembling hands by clasping them together in front of her.

Seeing her fingers shake Miroku offered her a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry, you’re going to be great…and if not I am sure Sesshomaru will pick up the slack.”

Looking ahead Kagome saw Sesshomaru sitting in chair behind a prop desk on set. He had one leg propped against the desk and in his right hand was a book, a pair of circular rimless glasses sliding down his nose.

He happened to glance over the his book. Kagome felt a shiver run down her spine since she was trapped underneath his golden gaze, it was a look that was tempting her to come closer but at the same time it looked distant and foreboding…

“Kagome…go on stage…go now…”

Kagome was frozen in place, suddenly her mind was whipped clean of every action and even the words she had committed to memory.

“Damnit,” Miroku cursed before bring the megaphone up to his lips to holler, “Cut!”

Hearing that Kagome blinked. Sesshomaru rolled his eyes before turning his gaze back to the book.

The young woman jumped a little when Miroku placed a light hand on her right shoulder, “What happened Kagome?”

“I…I don’t know,” Kagome confessed, “I guess I froze up. I am sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. It happens to the best actresses and actors.” Miroku said, his gaze turned to Sesshomaru, who was pretending to ignore the glance in his direction.

“Just relax Kagome. Think of nothing else but your character, what she says and more importantly what she does.”

“Right,” Kagome muttered the reassurance more to herself than to Miroku. Closing her eyes for a moment Kagome tried to picture herself as a shy and insecure little high school girl, which wasn’t very far from how she felt now. Embarrassment was top on the list, insecurity, a sense of dread and the desire to run away were also climbing their way up the list.

Along side these emotions she also had to couple with the fact that said ‘school girl’ had a strong desire for her former sensei.

Swallowing a rather large lump in her throat Kagome started moving towards the set just as her cue signaled.

“Takashi-sensei?” a meek voice suddenly resounds within the room, which was empty saved for a young man leaning in a chair behind the desk.

Slowly his gaze lifted over his book to stare at the intruder.

A small smile graced the young woman’s face, “I am sorry for interrupting you.”

Placing the book aside ‘Takashi-sensei’ devoted his attention to the girl, “Nonsense Miss Kino…”

“Please…can you call me Miyako instead?” the student asked boldly only to gasp, her eyes lowered and her face stained with a light pink blush.

“I mean…as of tomorrow I will graduate…so I just thought, if you didn’t mind that is, if you wouldn’t mind calling me by my first name instead of my surname.”

A small smirk settled on his lips, “Miyako then. Speaking of graduation, what brings you back here? All of the after school clubs were dismissed yesterday and trust me you don’t have anything to be concerned about grade wise.”

Nervously the school girl shuffled her feet, “I know…I had to come here though, because there is something I have to tell you.”

Looking avidly interested Takashi titled his head slightly, “Tell me what Miyako?”

“To tell you…that I…love you!” Miyako blurted out.

Takashi-sensei had enough grace to look shocked and slightly embarrassed but not as embarrassed as the confessor.

The young woman bowed deeply, “I am sorry! I shouldn’t have told you but I…I just couldn’t keep it inside anymore.”

Silence greeted her apology. Trembling Miyako bowed quietly as she moved to turn back to the door.

“Wait…” Takashi stated as he got out of his chair and lightly grasped Miyako’s wrist, pulling the girl against his chest.

Looking up with innocent eyes Miyako whispered questioningly, “Sensei, I don’t understand…” suddenly she was silenced when Takashi leaned forward and kissed her.

At first the kiss was sweet and very tender as the young woman loosely wound her arms around her sensei’s neck. The girl’s eyes widened as she felt a curious tongue probe her lips, eagerly she parted her lips welcoming exploration. Strong hands rested on either side of her waist as the Miyako was easily seduced as Takashi-sensei skillfully stroked his tongue against hers, invoking her to response to the point that they were hungrily kissed each others, small nips placed on lips as tongues entwined in a parody of a different kind of match of dominance.

Very reluctantly lips parted as both student and teacher gasped for air. The girl for her part had enough shame to blush whereas her ‘teacher’ didn’t seem content with just a kiss.

Feeling a hand brush against her cheek Miyako gave almost purring sound as his fingers brushed against her skin. Gently she reached for Takashi’s free hand and moved it rest on the under swell of her right breast.

This earned a rather curious glance from her sensei; but nervous as she was Miyako was determined that she was going to follow through with her desires.

“Sensei, I want you to be my first,”

Withdrawing his hand from Miyako’s chest, the young man looked as if he was torn between confusion and desire, “No I…we can’t. You’re too young Miyako.”

Just as he was about to turn away Miyako grasped his hand, pulling his attention back to her.

A look of genuine heartache appeared on the young woman’s face, “If I am ‘too young’ then why did you kiss me like that?! You kissed me as if I was a woman and not like I was a mere line in your role book!”

“This isn’t right…”
“I am eighteen years old,” Miyako protested hotly, “Look in your grade book if you don’t believe me!”

“Exactly! You’re my student, so it’s unethical…”

“Sensei, class officially ended today, and tomorrow morning I’ll be standing out in the courtyard with my cap, gown, and diploma. I’ll never darken the door to your classroom again. I am not my your student anymore,” the girl whispered as her arms opened to embrace him, her right hand fisting into his shirt.

“Please. When we kissed, I could tell…that you want this as much as I do, so please?” she pleaded.

Against his better judgment he looked down at her. Tears had collected in the corners of her deep brown eyes, carefully he moved to wipe the tears away from her eyes. She smiled at him hopefully causing him to wince.

Withdrawing his hand Takashi stated solemnly, “You have no idea what you are asking for Miyako.”

Grasping his hand Miyako kissed the palm, “Oh but I do sensei. I am young but not naïve,” the girl stated as she boldly moved her free hand to her skirt, hooking it around the waistband she let it pool around her ankles before kicking it away with her brown-shoed feet.

Standing there, her most secret places just barely concealed behind a scrap of blue colored cloth the girl could have sworn that she heard a soft growl from her sensei.

Lightly she traced circle in the center of his palm, “Do you like what you see sensei? I know I am not super model material, but I for one am proud at how my body looks.”
Takashi’s expression was one of stone, “Pick up your skirt and put it back on,” he ordered.

A giggle escaped the young woman’s lips, “Oh but Takashi-san, you forget that I don’t have to listen to you anymore. I am not your student anymore…so what you say that instead of listening to you I take this one step further.

Flipping her hair over her shoulder the young woman pulled away from her teacher, placed one foot on top of the desk she use to sit at. She turned to face the class room, he back towards him as her fingers inched up the sides of her shirt.

If he had known better Takashi should have bolted and left Miyako in the room by herself; however he stayed, his gaze following her every movement.

Her white blouse bunched up forming wrinkles as she slowly moved the top further up her body, by doing so she reveled a flat and taunt midriff complete with a small bellybutton. The fabric steadily pulled up, the neck hole now the top of her head so the outline of her blue bra was revealed. Tossing the shirt aside Miyako turned on her heel to face Takashi.

Her breasts were barely confined in the blue piece of fabric, and due to a combination of arousal and the cold temperature of the room the outline of perk nipples were just barely visible.

“What about now Takashi-san? Am I desirable enough now?”

Stubbornly he refused to answer that question, however he didn’t look away either.
A baby-like pout appeared on Miyako’s lips, “No?” Her own hands moved up to slide her bra straps down over her shoulder, once her straps had slide off her shoulders the cups of the bra dipped low enough from him to see that indeed her nipples were a ripe pink in color and as hard as little pebbles.

“How about now?” Miyako whispered.

Still no receiving any response Miyako ghosted her own fingers down her stomach, to brush against the curve of her hips, fingers coming to pause on the string of her thong underwear, just as her fingers moved to untie the string Takashi cried out.

“Stop!”

Hoping down from the desk Miyako knew that she had him cornered, “What’s the matter teacher couldn’t take it any…”suddenly the girl found herself all but crushed into an embrace. She could feel him trying to catch his breathe and feel the rapid beat of his heart, but also she felt something hard prodding at her stomach.

Before she could move or even speak Miyako found her lips claimed again, only this kiss was nothing compared to the previous one. Lips parted as did the first time but all sense of tenderness was gone, in it’s place was a raw sort of passion. His arms secured around her waist held her slender form against his, so close that she could feel heat radiating off of him.

Hard nips were placed on her lips as their tongues moved to entwine once more, only this time Takashi was making sure that it was he who was in control rather than it being a mutual dance. The young woman whimpered into the kiss as she felt one of his hands release itself from her waist and slowly move up her side. Their lips had parted from the kiss just as she felt his fingers tickle the side of her right breast. Jolts coursed through her being as long fingers gently caressed the tender flesh until they reached the already hard nipples. Taking the pink bud between two fingers Takashi rubbed and pinched at it while the girl mewed, weakened by his touch.

Just as Miyako thought she had reached another level of ecstasy she was surprised when Takashi slowly pulled away from breasts. Being neglected after such attentive care caused her breasts to feel heavy and aching, she whimpered slightly but didn’t have enough time to properly mourn the loss of his hands, since Takashi took her by the hand and led her toward his desk. Sitting down in his chair Takashi instructed the girl to get on her knees.

Wordlessly Miyako looked up at him then down at the bulge which had formed in his pants, somehow she knew what he wanted.

Hesitation occurred as for a brief moment Kagome slipped out of character, another glance at Sesshomaru’s smirking face goaded her on to continue. Shaking fingers reached to undo the fly of his pants. The teeth of the zipper slowly pulled apart until it was fully undone. Grasping the hem of the pants Miyako pulled down his pants around his ankles, with them out of the way she glanced back between his legs. His boxer shorts were the only thing separating her from his…

Kagome gulped as she…or rather her character pulled the boxers down as she had done with the pants, only this time the movement was more hesitant. The young woman’s eyes widened, out right staring at ‘Takashi’s member. It wasn’t freakishly huge, but it certainly was not small or even ‘average’.

‘Good lord, I think he’s got at least an inch or two on Inuyasha!’

Subtlety Sesshomaru cleared his throat which shocked Kagome back into what she had to do.

Careful and curious fingers reached out to touch the erect member only to have the fingers jerk away as said appendage twitched ever so slightly.

‘For crying out loud Kagome, it’s just a penis, it’s not going to grow teeth and eat you!’ the young woman scolded herself.

Her fingers moved to gently brush against the offered member. Slowly the young woman traced the pads of her fingers along the side, amazed by the contrast of smooth skin to the hardness underlying it. Experimentally she moved to curl her fingers around it, surprised to actually feeling it pulsate almost as if it was it’s own entity rather than being a mere attachment. The pad of her thumb gently rubbed against the tip, gathering a sticky secretion on the skin. Steadily the fingers were suddenly enclosed by one of Takashi’s hands.
Looking up Miyako found herself trapped underneath his heated gaze, as his fingers guided her own along his member, showing her just how to pleasure him. Feeling her own face growing warm the young woman followed the coaching. Her soft fingers grated against the smooth skin of his penis, steadily building speed with each tug until Takashi pulled both his and her hand from between his legs.

Cocking one finger the pointed down, daring her to take it one step further. Miyako wordlessly followed his instructions. Moving her head between his legs, Miyako lightly pressed her lips against the head of his penis. Slowly her lips parted as a inquiring tongue, curious to how he tasted, gave a brief lick, collecting pre-cum. She paused, tasting a mixture of salty along with some other sort of tastes which her tongue couldn’t readily identify. But whether the taste was good or bad was irrelevant because she had noticed that when her tongue had made contact with his member did she feel his form stiffen.

Unknowingly he had given her control, through pleasure. Taking this new found power in her stride Miyako teasingly ran her tongue over his length as her disobedient hand slipped between his legs and happened to lightly brush against his testacies. There was a sharp intake of air from Takashi as Miyako ever so gently stroked her fingers against his soft balls. Parting her lips Miyako turned back to the head of his penis, taking it into her mouth she started with a long lick over the tip before enclosing her mouth around it and starting to suckle on it.

Fingers buried into her hair, forcing her head forward so that her mouth would take more of him inside. Being cautious Miyako steadily took as much as she felt she could, all the while puckering her lips around his member sucking hard as her fingers mercilessly stroked against his balls.

A tortured moan came from Takashi, for a moment making Miyako believe that she was ‘winning’ in their little game of seduction. That was before he pulled her mouth away from his penis.

Confused Miyako moved to protest that she hadn’t quite finished yet but then she found herself pinned to the floor. Looming above her was Takashi, his gaze hungry as his mouth moved to her chest, his lips latched onto her right breast. A delicious moan escaped her lips as she felt his tongue brush against her nipple. Just as she had done with his member Takashi’s started to suckle on her breast, causing Miyako to arch her body against his. Slowly his lips traveled away from her breast, exposing the lavished nipple to the cold air, causing Miyako to tremble.

His kisses moved lower, at some point Miyako noticed that her thong had been untied and discarded since she felt a ‘breeze’ caress her neither lips. This ‘breeze’ turned out to be Takashi breathing against it. Willingly Miyako parted her legs, allowing him better access. Grateful Takashi gently parted her intimate folds. Miyako squirmed restlessly as she felt a warm and wet tongue into her. The tongue wound its way around her exposed clit before delving deeper into her slit. Miyako had to gasp for air as her hips trusted forward to meet Takashi’s mouth. Miyako could feel her body become warm all over as heat pooled between her legs, a needy throb beginning to echo in her core.

A sigh of disappointment came from Miyako’s throat as the tongue was withdrawn.

“No. More” Miyako whimpered as Takashi crawled over her, a self-assured smirk crossing his lips as he gently nibbled on her pouting mouth.

“Oh trust me Miyako, I think you’re going to enjoy this even more,” Takashi stated arrogantly as his hips thrust forward.

Miyako’s hands curled into Takashi’s shirt as she felt his penis probe around the outer lips of her vagina before sliding inside. As if out of habit Miyako secured her legs on either side of Takashi’s hips as he deliver the first thrust inside of her. Miyako’s eyes closed as she felt her walls stretch the accommodate the intruding length, only to close in around it, wishing to keep it inside of her, only to be disappointed as he pulled back.

Soon a rhythm was established. Miyako’s hands hooked under Takashi’s arms, her fingertips scratching his skin as she felt and followed as she felt the heat generating in her core becoming close to unbearable. Steadily their paced turned from measured to close to a frenzy of motion, moans and gasps were heard from both parties as Miyako felt her womb beat out a almost painful need to be filled as for Takashi release seemed tempting yet also distant. Her hands snaked down his back, leaving nail marks in their wait as Miyako withered underneath him, her hips bucking to met his.

Miyako’s breathe was stolen away as her inner folds clasped tightly around Takashi, her vision spinning as she climaxed. One last trust by Takashi was given before he too felt release.


For a moment Kagome just laid on the floor. She gulped after catching her breath as she looked above her. Her mind still swimming and her focus solely on Sesshomaru the young woman was oblivious to the fact that Miroku had ended the taping and was approaching the set stage even though the ‘stars’ of the film were still holding each other in a rather intimate embrace.

Eyes of gold and dark brown clashed, some unknown and unspoken was exchanged before Sesshomaru slowly slide out of her, then proceeded to stand up, demand someone give him a towel then wander off to a small room adjusting to the studio.

Lying prone on the floor, still naked without any form of cover, “What just happened here?” Kagome asked, a rather stupid question actually since she knew exactly what had ‘happened’ she just couldn’t describe it in proper words.

Looming over her was Miroku’s grinning face, “Congratulations Kagome! That was amazing. You were a bit shaky in some places but other than that you were perfect!

“Uh great!” Kagome replied, but her enthusiasm lost to puzzlement. That look he gave her before walking away. She couldn’t readily understand what it meant but she couldn’t deny that it held some significance.

Miroku helped her to her feet, “Now I’ll go talk to Mr. Anti-Social; meanwhile you might want to take a shower. We have shower rooms for the ladies this way…uh Kagome sweetie you’re going the wrong way,” Miroku said gently as he turned Kagome to walk in the right direction, her mind still in a daze.

Warm water pelted taunt skin and weighted down long white hair. His mind wandered while his hands moved to wash off every inch that ‘she’ had come in contact with. He wasn’t childish in his dislike for Kagome, being a professional one must work with people that one may not necessarily like. However, this wasn’t dislike. He knew dislike,hate, and apathy, how he felt towards her…was entirely different…and it annoyed him.

Just then the door to the shower rooms cracked open, and in padded Miroku, “Ah there you are!” he exclaimed.

Glaring over his shoulder, “Shut the damn door,” he growled, irked that what little privacy he had had been invaded.

“My my, since when did you become modest?” Miroku said as he brought the door too.

Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, “I was hoping that you would be on the other end of the door before closing it.”

“Now why would I do that when I need to talk to you?” Miroku teased as he leaned up against the wall.

“About your performance with Kagome, you two were utterly fascinating. I am mean sure you are always perfection but the chemistry between you and Kagome, delicious.”

“Chemistry?” Sesshomaru questioned.

“Yes. Sparks flying almost. To put it simply, you,” Miroku held up one finger then a second, “plus Kagome, equals hot!”

Sesshomaru pulled his long hair back to ring out the water as he twisted the shower nozzle off, “You’re exaggerating…again.”

“No seriously, I am not this time!” Miroku said, “Which is why I want you and Kagome to sign a joint contract.”

“That’s a bit premature isn’t it?” Sesshomaru asked, “This production hasn’t even been placed in post-production. How can you tell if us producing more films together will be successful?”

“Oh trust me I know. Business intuition I suppose. It’s the same gut instinct that told me to hire a ‘pretty’ nineteen year old as an amateur actor, even though he had no prior experience and at first distained this type of movie making.

Sesshomaru shrugged as he dried off with a towel, “Or maybe you are just a gambler at heart, and you just happened to strike lucky that one time.”

“Hey can I help it if I was blessed with the luck of the gods?” Miroku said cheekily as he exited the shower room.

Once outside the director tried to hunt down his rouge secretary and see if he could coax her into having lunch with him.


Notes: I know the sex scene is horrible, please be gentle, this is only my second hentai fic and my first heterosexual sex fic so if it seems a bit awkward I am sorry and I will try to do better. Thank you all for your reviews in the past chapters! Bye-bye for now!