I can't believe I'm back here, I thought to myself. Why why why WHY did I basically let Maki talk me into coming back here just to him on a date? What's the chance of him even working tonight? What if he rejects me? What if he thinks of me as just a customer nothing more? Trying my best to push those thoughts aside I walk back into the club.
When I did I smelled the familiar smell of alcohol, and the first face I saw was his.
"Well well well... You're actually back...Did you miss me that much...?"
" Ah! It's you."
" Yes baby, it's me...."
He giggled and wrapped his arms around my waist tightly making me blush slightly.
" I actually kinda missed you...So I'm glad you came back to see me."
" Come...let me get you a drink...You seem a little tense."
" But don't you have-"
" The pole can wait... I'd much rather spend time talking to you."
Without giving me time to even answer he grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs towards the bar and we sat on the chairs.
" I'll have a sex on the beach... And for him... I'm gonna say a margarita..."
"You ok with that?"
" Y-yeah that's fine."
I'm not a big alcohol drinker, I mean I just turned 20 3 days ago, so I guess I'll try anything once. The bartender then returned with both our drinks. I hesitated slightly before taking a sip of it, it was quite strong and it burned a little going down.
"I wanna know more about you, soooooo how long have you been a detective?"
"Since high school."
"Really! Wow You're so impressive."
"I-I'm really not, I know a girl who started her work as a detective in her early childhood."
"But I bet she's not as cute as you..."
Whenever he says stuff like that I can't help but get a little embarrassed.
"W-what about you... how long have you been a exotic dancer?"
"Awwwwwww, that's cute you used the technical name, you can say stripper, it's fine. But I've been doin' this for a couple of years."
" A couple? But didn't you say that you were also 20? You've been doing this since you were 18?"
" More like 17, no one ever asked my age and to be honest no really cares. As long as I look young, I fill that whole barely legal niche ."
"What about high school?"
"Dropped out my second year."
"But why?"
" It was either continuing to go to school and give myself a better chance of getting a god job, orrrrrrrrrrrr drop out and become a stripper. So I became a stripper."
" What made you become a stripper?"
"Well before this... *sigh* I was prostitute... And I couldn't keep doing that for the rest of my life so a better alternative was shaking my ass for cash. That's my life story. Your turn! Why'd you become a detective? Is it like a family business sorta thing orrrrrrr..."
"No... not really. My uncle owns a detective agency and I just so happen to work for him."
"You are so interesting!"
" I-I'm really not... My life really isn't that eventful."
" Compared to mine... Yeah it is."
" How so?"
" I mean, you know what kinda job I have. I don't have any friends outside of work, I live alone, my apartment is below decent and on top of that I'm single."
I feel really bad for him. He's lonely.
" Gimme your phone."
" What?"
" Lemme see your phone."
" My phone? Why?"
" What, you don't trust me? Think I'm gonna steal it?"
" N-no."
" Then let me see it for a sec."
" Ok..."
I put my password in and cautiously handed it to him, it's not like I didn't trust him, but... I barely know him.
" Awwwwwwwww, you're wallpaper's cute! I assume that those two are your friends?"
" Yeah, we've been best friends since high school."
He seemed to be typing something, when he was finished he handed it back to me.
" What did you do?"
" I gave you my number!"
"Your...number?"
"I like you, and I think you're cute, so consider yourself lucky, I never give my number out to any of my clients but you're... Special."
" Ah, thank you. But...why me?"
" I just told you, I like you."
" So put your number in my phone."
" Alright."
He hands me his phone and I put my phone number in and handed it back to him.
" Oh! I never told you my last name, did I?
"No."
" It's Ouma, Kokichi Ouma."
" That really fits you."
" Really? No one's ever told me that."
" Yo bunny! Stop flirting and get yo ass back on this pole!"
" *sigh* And just when I was starting to have fun with you... They always gotta ruin it."
" Bye handsome...I'll be expecting a call from you later..."
And like the last time he left he blew me a kiss and winked at before leaving, presumably to go dance. Slightly star struck I kind of sat there and watched him walk away.
" You like him don't ya?"
" Huh?"
I looked around to see who the voice was, it came from a guy sitting three seats away from me he was also short like Ouma and had short blonde hair.
" You heard what the fuck I said."
" W-who are you?"
" Don't worry bout it, you don't need to know."
" Now answer my damn question!"
" I-I barely know him."
" Good then let's keep it that way."
He got up, walked over to me and grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me closer to his height level.
" You wouldn't wanna have me as a enemy... One phone call and I can have you drowned in any ocean..."
With that he let go of my shirt.
" This is my first and only warning. Stay the fuck away from Kokichi...He's mine."
And then he walked away. W-who was that guy. What did he mean by Ouma being his? W-was that his boyfriend? But Ouma said he was single, so he couldn't have been, unless he was lying. Maybe a jealous ex? Or a possessive client? And what did he mean by one phone call and could have me drowned? Who honestly was that guy and what kind of power does he have?
Kokichi's POV
I got home a little earlier than usual. I gave them the excuse that I had a pounding headache, well it wasn't really a excuse I do have a headache but it's not pounding.
" I think I'll sleep in my bed tonight."
Dragging my bag behind as I slowly walked to my room. My room was really the only nicest place in my apartment mainly because it was painted lavender and I recently just added my own light up stripper pole, cuz you never know when you'll have to take work home... I sighed and laid on my bed I didn't feel like even changing outta my clothes I just wanted to sleep. And this time I remember to charge my phone.
*Ring* * Ring*
When I heard my phone ring I immediately sat up and looked at my phone to see the name "Cutie Saihara~Chan🖤." Pop up. And I couldn't stop myself from grinning.
" Hellooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
" Ummm, Hey Ouma? It's me Saihara."
" I know that silly! I could tell by your voice!"
" Are you home?"
" Yeah I just got home."
" I was waiting for you to call me, I just love hearing your voice!"
" So! What are you doing?"
" I'm just finishing up a little work."
" Really? It's like 2 in the morning."
" Sometimes I work late, other times I take my work home."
" I love a working man!"
" So what about you? What are you doing?"
" Nothin' just laying in my bed."
" I-I actually have something to ask you...."
" What is it sweetheart?"
" A little after you left...Some guy came up to me and told me that you were his... He had blonde hair... Do you know him...?"
"...."
"...."
Not him again...
"...."
"...."
"...."
"....."
" O-Ouma... Are you still there?"
" Yeah I'm here..."
" W-was he your boyfriend?"
" ...No... I'm single remember."
" Then who was he?"
" .... *Sigh* You really didn't recognize him...?"
" N-no...Was I suppose to...?"
" That was Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu... He's probably my highest paying client."
" Kuzuryuu..."
" You don't recognize the name? He's the leader of the Kuzuryuu~Clan."
" No I know the name, we've been investigating his clan for months. I just didn't think the leader would...be so....ummmm..."
" Short? I know, he stands at an intimidating 5"1."
" So you two aren't in relationship?"
" Hell no, I don't even think he likes guys like that, well except for me. About twice a week he calls me over to his house for some wild ass stripper sex parties with him and his friends. And they're real crazy, there's a shit ton of alcohol, a lot of drugs and a lot of sex, like 1 girl on 10 guys type shit. It's crazy. But he pays me well. Usually it's 3 million or more."
" 3 million?!"
" Yep! But he thinks I belong to him. You blow and fuck somebody more than a few times and he thinks he owns you."
" But I don't want him, juuuuuuuuuust his money, but for some reason he wants me. And he threatens anyone I talk to. "
" He didn't threaten you...Did he?"
" K-kind of...He threatened to drown me in the ocean."
" *Sigh* Of course he did..."
" Don't worry Saihara. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."
*Ring* *Ring*
" Ugh, someone else is calling me. I'll call you back."
" Ok."
" Byeeeeeeeee..."
End Call
" What do you want Kuzuryuu?"
" What do you think?"
" I'm gonna say me."
" For a stripper you're pretty smart."
" Shut up."
" Stop fuckin wit that detective kid."
" Why? Does that bother you?"
" You know who you belong to."
" Yeah and it's not you. I don't belong to anybody."
" The hell you do, you're my bitch."
" How many times do I have to keep telling you, I'm not your bitch."
" As long as I keep payin for that ass you are."
" Whatever."
It useless to keep arguing with a guy like him.
" You like him?"
" And if I do? What're gonna do about it, kill him?"
" Who knows, maybe."
" Yeah right."
" Is there anything else you wanted?"
" Yeah, I need you for tomorrow."
" You gonna pay me?"
" Don't I always."
" Fine, whatever I'll be there."
" Kokichi."
" What?"
" I don't want you talkin to him."
" Bye Kuzuryuu."
End Call
When I hung up the phone and plugged it back in the charger. I rubbed my temples, god he gives me a headache. If I hate how he calls me his bitch why do I also keep running back to his house whenever he calls me over. That just gives him more justification to call me his bitch! The things I'll do for for money.
" *Sigh*"
I bet Saihara looks cute when he sleeps.
As I thought that I couldn't help but smile as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.