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Kakashi reviewed the information on his phone in one hand, walking slowly with the other shoved in his pocket as he made his way toward the designated location. First time meetings were always sort of a chore, he felt like he had to act much more during them than any subsequent liaisons.
As he mounted the stairs toward Apartment # 7, he went over the information from the profile again.
Name: Utsuho
He wrinkled his nose at that. The meaning of the kanji was "empty" or "void." Most women he met with used an alias, obviously, very few of them wanted to be known by their real names, but they typically chose names like "Ai" meaning love or "Meyumi" spelled to mean beautiful. Many of them chose flower names as their anonymous moniker. "Vacant" wasn't exactly what most of the women he saw wanted to be known as. Rather, they all envisioned themselves as lovely, ephemeral creatures. It wasn't the only thing that stood out to him, though.
Age: Old
He grimaced. It's not like this would be the first time his client was old enough to be his mother or grandmother, but it still sent a strange shiver down his spine. He steeled himself for kissing lips like sandpaper or touching a body more wrinkled than was his preference. There wasn't anything wrong with a wrinkled body, of course, it's just that at the age of 26, Kakashi just wasn't quite ready to be regularly taking the clothes off one.
Likes: Books, Films, Food, Travel
Very descriptive. Kakashi smirked as he felt his preferred reading material in the inner pocket of his jacket. He wondered if the old woman he was scheduled to meet with today would enjoy Makeout Tactics as much as he did.
Dislikes: Rudeness, Tardiness, Lying
Kakashi checked his watch. Only 5 minutes late. Surely "Utsuho" wouldn't hold it against him too much. She was lucky his roommates kicked him out of the apartment early enough for him to catch the train, otherwise it could have been much worse. Of course, they were just tired of him losing money and being unable to make rent on time or expecting them to pay for dinner when they went out.
Your Ideal Date: This Isn't a Fucking Date
Kakashi couldn't help but chuckle when he recalled the answer to the final question. He did have to admire the client's straightforwardness in that regard. Although, it did make him wonder how she'd managed to pass the personality quiz his agency required of all potential clients. They usually turned down anyone too combative to ensure the safety of Kakashi and his fellow escorts.
When he reached the door of Apartment # 7, Kakashi pulled his phone back out to check the PIN code for the door. He punched in the six digits that had been emailed to him, looking directly into the camera pointed at the front door. He always liked to make sure there was a record of him clearly entering the apartments before a job. Somehow, it made him feel a little more comfortable, not that he was really worried about one of his clients hurting him in any way.
As he entered, peeling off his coat and hanging it on a hook in the entryway, Kakashi took note of his clients shoes, a sensible pair of ankle boots, as they rested on the floor. So she had certainly been on time. Hopefully she wouldn't be too upset that he'd kept her waiting.
Kakashi had used Apartment # 7 before. As with most of the apartments rented by his agency for use by their employees, it was modern in design with Western furniture and fixtures. Everything was painted a light shade of grey, all the furniture white or creme colored. He thought it was pretty bland, and he always wondered at the logic of using white sheets and towels in a place primarily designated for sloppy sexual liaisons.
"You're late."
Kakashi looked up to find "Utsuho" standing in the middle of the living room. For all the harshness in her voice, her body language gave her away.
She stood awkwardly in the center of the room, arms folded over her stomach as she looked at him. He could see from the tension in her shoulders and jaw that she was nervous. What stood out most, though, was...
"Do I have the right room?"
Her eyebrows scrunched together. "Sorry, I don't--"
"The client I'm supposed to be meeting today listed their age as 'old.'"
Her brows unscrunched and she rolled her eyes, letting her hands drift to her sides. "I'm older than you," she said.
Kakashi hummed as he approached her, presenting her with one hand as he introduced himself. "I'm Sukea."
After a moment of hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around his and returned his firm grip with one of her own.
"Utsuho."
"Nice to meet you," he said, deciding not to tease her for her unusual choice of alias.
Her nervousness became all the more obvious when she stuttered over her next words, "S-so, what n-now?" Kakashi could admit she looked rather pretty when she bit her lower lip like that.
"Well," he said, taking a seat on the couch and gesturing for her to join him, which she did with only a little hesitation, "generally the first meeting I like to get to know some of your preferences, things you like and don't like, before we get started. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to."
She scoffed, "I paid a little too much to just sit and chat, I think." Kakashi smirked and his companion suddenly looked quite mortified. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean..."
Kakashi reached out and brushed his fingers over her cheek, pulling away again as she flinched. "It's okay," he promised, smiling when she seemed to relax at his words. "If you want to get your money's worth, I'd be more than willing to jump straight into that, too."
Utsuho bit her lip again--a nervous habit, apparently--and Kakashi took the opportunity of her startled indecision to lean forward and press his lips to her exposed neck. Her skin was warm against his cool lips, still a little chilly from his walk from the train station.
She melted under his touch, sinking slowly into the couch and letting a low hum escape her throat as she tilted her head back instinctively, giving him better access to the skin of her throat. Kakashi was fairly certain he heard her curse quietly as he moved his mouth from her neck to her jaw, nipping gently before pulling away. He smirked, satisfied with the way her chest heaved as she caught her breath.
"But first..." he leaned over the coffee table and flipped open a folder to reveal a questionnaire and a pen, "I'd like you to fill this out."
She blinked a few times as if pulling herself out of a daze before leaning forward and peering at the paper. "Yeah, okay."
Kakashi stood, striding over to the kitchen to fill a glass with water. He set it down next to the questionnaire and then took up position behind Utsuho so he could watch as she filled out her answers.
Anal Sex - Maybe
Analingus (Rimming) - No
Biting - Yes
Blindfolds - Yes
Body Worship - Yes
Bondage (Heavy) – No
Bondage (Light) - Yes
Breath Play - Maybe
Costumes - Maybe
Cuddling -
She hesitated before filling out "maybe" under that last selection.
"Are you going to just stand there staring at me?" she asked, eyes still focused on the worksheet before her. "Didn't I already fill one of these out, anyway?"
Cunnilingus - Yes
Dirty Talk – Some?
Face Sitting - Maybe
Face Slapping - No
Fellatio - Maybe
Fingering - Yes
Fisting - No
Flogging - Maybe
Food Play – No?
Kakashi noted the question mark after "no" before answering, "You did. But I like to have my clients fill out another one when we meet and then periodically if we continue seeing each other.
Foot Worship - No
Hair Pulling - Yes
Kissing (Body) - Yes
Kissing (Mouth) - No
She turned to look at him, apparently surprised by his assertion. "Why?" she asked, turning back to continue filling out the worksheet.
Massage - Yes
Kakashi shrugged, settling his hands on her shoulders to begin easing some of the tension from her muscles now that he had her answer. "Our proclivities and desires can change and I like to make sure we're always on the same page."
Masturbation - Yes
Menstruation Play - Maybe
Nipple Stimulation - Yes
Orgasm Delay/Denial - Maybe
Pain Play - Maybe
Pornography (Reading/Erotica) - Yes
He quirked an eyebrow up as she marked that one, surprised, but certainly intrigued, by the selection.
Pornography (Watching/Video) - Maybe
Rape Fantasy - Maybe
Role Play - Maybe
Rough Sex - Yes
Scat Play - No
Sensory Play - Maybe
Spanking - Yes
Temperature Play - Maybe
Urine Play - No
Wax (Dripping) -
Another brief hesitation before she finished with another "Yes." Utsuho clicked the pen closed and slid the sheet away from her on the coffee table, leaning back into Kakashi's touch as she did so.
"Do you want to take this to the bedroom?" Kakashi asked, whispering close against her ear. She nodded and Kakashi released her shoulders to help her stand, reminding her to bring the glass of water.
She smirked, "You really think I'm going to require hydration?" she asked.
Kakashi shrugged, "It'll give me something to strive for."
As he led her into the bedroom, Kakashi felt the usual thrill coil in his stomach that happened each time he took on a new client. The bedroom was clean, as always, one thing Kakashi enjoyed about the agency he worked for was that they took cleanliness and safety quite seriously. In addition to renting out apartments specifically for the use of their escorts and corresponding clients, which they had professionally cleaned between meetings, they also required every client submit to STD testing and background checks before they were allowed to schedule a session.
Once they were both inside the bedroom, Kakashi closed the door and turned on the overhead light, using the dimmer to set a more sensual mood than if he'd left them on full brightness.
"Do you want any music or anything?" he asked, prepared to hook up his cellphone to the bluetooth speaker so he could choose a suitable playlist.
"No, that's fine," she said.
The nervousness was back, he noticed, as she perched herself on the edge of the bed, as if afraid to make herself too comfortable. Kakashi set his cellphone on a bedside table and joined her, brushing her hair back from her face, letting his fingers linger on the shell of her ear and then ghost over the skin of her neck, tracing down to her collarbone and then across to her shoulder.
She shivered, closing her eyes as if truly relishing the sensation.
Kakashi leaned in to whisper huskily against her ear again. "What do you want to do first?"
She shrugged half-heartedly. "Whatever you want."
"Uh-uh," he teased, "you paid a little too much for that," he said.
She scoffed, though Kakashi detected a hint of mirth in the sound, faint though it was. "Could you just... touch me... a little?" she asked, eyes closed as if she was too embarrassed to look at him.
Kakashi smiled, guiding her back until she was lying fully on the bed. "Of course," he assured her, hovering over her body.
She kept her eyes closed as Kakashi's hands drifted over her body, mapping the curve of her breasts and the dip of her waist, gliding up and down her arms until he could feel the little goosebumps raised on her skin. "If I do anything you don't like, just tell me and I'll stop," he said.
She nodded, stammering out a weak, "Y-yeah," as she settled more fully into the mattress.
Kakashi started slowly, pressing his lips to her neck again, paying close attention to her reactions, enjoying the way her hips were already wriggling beneath him and the way her breathing started speeding up. She had a nice enough body, he decided, not the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen or been with, but he enjoyed the softness of her skin and the open way she reacted to each of his touches and caresses. When his fingers slipped beneath the edge of her shirt, he heard the sharp intake of her breath. He lifted his eyes to check for any signs of hesitation, but found none, and so he brought his mouth back to press teasing kisses to the slip of skin now visible above the waistband of her jeans.
"I'm gonna take these off, okay?"
She nodded fervently. "Okay. Yes... please."
Kakashi smiled against the skin of her abdomen as his nimble fingers began undoing the button and zipper of her pants, before gently coaxing them over her hips and down her legs, discarding them on the floor at the foot of the bed. By the time he'd finished doing that, Kakashi looked up to find Utsuho staring at him with a little trepidation.
"You all right?"
She shrugged again, squeezing her thighs together ever so slightly. Then, Kakashi understood.
"Feeling a little self-conscious?" he asked. She didn't have to nod for him to know he was right. Instead, he just reached down and grasped the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in a single swift motion before tossing it carelessly to the floor. He stood, enjoying the way hungry eyes roamed his chest and stomach. Kakashi knew he was a good-looking man, but it never hurt to have that point reiterated by the lustful looks of his clients. "Like what you see?" he asked, tugging off his own jeans until he was clad in only a tight-fitting pair of dark boxer briefs.
This time, he definitely heard a curse tumble softly from her mouth as she stared at him.
Kakashi climbed back onto the bed, settling himself comfortably between her legs after carefully peeling them apart. She bit her lip and Kakashi answered by pressing his mouth to her inner thigh, moving his way up before pressing a firm kiss to the thin cotton underwear she wore, simple and black, nothing fancy or showy like many of the women he served tended to favor.
"You don't have to do that if you don't want to."
He glanced up to see the nervous expression back on her face. In answer, Kakashi kept his gaze fixed firmly on her as she hooked his thumbs under the band of her underwear and pulled it down. She seemed a little surprised, but also more than eager to help him discard the garment, bending her knees and lifting her hips to help him tug them off.
She was neatly trimmed, but not totally shaved, which he actually liked--while he was certainly not fan of an unruly bush, Kakashi didn't care for a fully waxed pussy, either. It looked too unnatural and was not his preference.
He only looked at her face for a moment to gauge her reaction before dipping his head between her legs to give an experimental lick. She was already wet, turned on from the way Kakashi had been touching and kissing her in the moments leading up to this, but Kakashi was not prepared for the way she would immediately react to his ministrations, tilting her head back against the pillow and moaning gratefully already. Despite his best efforts, the sensual sounds spurred him on a he continued exploring, sliding his tongue along her moistened folds, thrusting his tongue a few times inside her. When his rolled his tongue against her clit, her hips bucked beneath his mouth and Kakashi had to pull away to avoid a swollen lip.
"So-sorry," she breathed, staring down at him with genuine concern on her face.
He assured her it was fine before returning his attentions to her sex, licking carefully along her entrance before sucking on her clit again. She cried out, back bowing away from the mattress as she fisted the sheets. Kakashi smirked, bringing two fingers to her entrance and pressing them slowly inside her. She was so close already, it took only a few quick thrusts of his fingers combined with the continued suckling on her clit before she came. A warm gush washed over his tongue as her interior muscles clenched firmly around his fingers. Kakashi's hips flexed against the mattress, wishing his half-hard cock could be the part of his body enjoying the firm clench of her cunt instead.
Kakashi retracted his fingers and moved his way back up her body, balancing himself on one forearm as he watched as she attempted to recover herself. Her breath slowly slowed, and she turned her head to look at him with glassy half-lidded eyes.
"Sorry," she said, "it's just... it's been a really long time since anyone made me come besides myself." She laughed half-heartedly, folding one arm over her eyes as she turned her face back toward the ceiling.
"Mm," Kakashi hummed, letting his fingers trace concentric circles around her navel.
Though he found himself a little curious about her revelation, Kakashi merely showed her where the bathroom was, allowing her time to clean herself up as he re-dressed. When she emerged from the bathroom, back in her jeans and drying her hair with a towel, he felt a self-satisfied smirk tug at his mouth when she went for the water glass and downed it.
"So," she said, tossing the towel into a hamper in the corner of the room, "how would this work, if I wanted to see you again?"
Kakashi switched quickly to business mode, standing up and walking with her into the living room as he realized they were already a few minutes behind schedule. Though, he figured he had been a few minutes late, so it wasn't really a problem.
"You'll be emailed a receipt later today and there will be instructions for how to rebook with me or another service provider at the bottom."
She nodded, nibbling her lower lip self-consciously again. "Okay."
"I do charge a little more for return customers," Kakashi said, "because of the increased chance for--" he gestured vaguely between them.
She arched an eyebrow skeptically. "You're afraid I'm gonna fall in love with you?" she asked, chuckling as she pulled her shoes and coat back on. "I find that very unlikely."
Kakashi couldn't suppress the wolfish grin that grew on his face when he leaned close to her again, relishing her nervousness. "Well, it's not as though I intend to make it easy for you not to. I plan to be extremely charming."
Utsuho laughed. "See you soon, Sukea," she said, pulling the door open. "And, thanks," she added hastily as she disappeared through the door, returning to the world outside.