Ugh, boring. Shizuka turned around, rolling over in the king-size bed, propping herself up on her elbow. She reached out for the man lying next to her, obviously fast asleep. Yanking at his shoulder, she received nothing but a mumble, a non-committal sound that was absolutely beyond identification, and she frowned. The great Otogi Ryuuji hadn't lasted for three rounds, and was out like a light. Making a disappointed sound with her tongue, Shizuka rolled over again, this time to the other side and she slid out from under the covers, the soft touch of silk caressing her skin.
Her clothes were strewn all over the floor and, to her annoyance, the buttons of her blouse were all torn off. Oh well, she was long overdue for another wardrobe shopping spree anyway, and it wasn't exactly like she didn't have little clothing to begin with. She was often surprised with gifts, usually consisting of sexy lingerie, perfumes or jewelry, but sometimes 'regular' clothing as well.
A smile brightened her face when she thought of Yuugi, who had sent her flowers and a box of rather demure blouses and skirts. It almost made her giggle how he had blushed and fumbled that night until his Other had taken over. Mmm, mou hitori no Yuugi-san... at least he knew how to make a girl's time worthwhile, and she was sure that the expensive, gold-colored, laced bra was his choice, and not Yuugi's- the poor guy had complained about having spend all his allowance but not remembering to what.
She smacked her lips a little while she tiptoed around the amount of clothing on the floor, trying to make her way over to the bathroom. She could still taste Otogi- almost peppermint salty, and it made her giggle, this time out loud. Slipping into the bathroom, she hit the light switch and crowed in delight when she saw its interior- the most luxury shampoos, conditioners, hair masks and creams, all enriched with vitamins and proteins, the best of the best brands.
Shizuka carefully opened the shower cabin, not bothering to be silent- judging from Otogi's deep snoring, he was all but comatose and nothing short of a tank would wake him up. Bah, she hated it when men fell asleep like lumberjacks afterwards. Not many of them had held her and cuddled her- well, except for mou hitori no Yuugi-san, who had talked her into deep sleep because he simply wouldn't shut up about his aibou's lack of forwardness when it came to girls and women in general and blah, blah, blah... she couldn't remember for the life of her where he'd talked about, only that she fell blissfully asleep after five minutes.
Hitting the knobs, the shower immediately treated her with nice, warm water, and she soaked herself, squealing when she saw even more luxury bathing products, and she wasn't exactly modest when helping herself to a large blob of wonderfully scenting shower gel, once again only the best and most expensive brands available.
As she was showering, she all but snickered when thinking of Otogi. She should've known that he was largely self-centered, and even though he wasn't exactly a disappointment between the sheets, she couldn't really say she was satisfied. Otogi had served himself before anything, and that really wasn't a surprise. She was curious what he was going to send her, though. He certainly would send her some kind of gift, wouldn't he? He had a reputation to upkeep, and she'd be protesting very loud if he didn't follow up on that reputation, no matter how exaggerated it was to her.
She could enjoy a shower like this for hours, but well, the night was still young and all that... checking off her list mentally, she started thinking about what to do next. Kaiba was out of town for some kind of business trip- a shame, because he was good, and always in for some experimenting. His bedroom and bed itself was even larger than Otogi's, and he didn't cut back on luxury supplies either. She wasn't in the mood for games now, however, and Kaiba always turned it into a power differential game, and she simply wasn't in the mood for it. Sheesh, how often did a guy wanted to hear it confirmed he was so superior? Especially when someone twice as small continuously beat him at a stupid card game.
Kaiba was never good at after-sex either, and she wanted to be hugged and cuddled right now. The rich CEO always stared at her afterwards, as if he could stare her out of the room. His piercing blue eyes always made her uncomfortable, making her feel like a maid who'd done her chore. No thanks, no Kaiba tonight.
Honda, maybe? Honda Hiroto kissed the ground she walked upon. Poor little Honda, waiting for her and fighting with her brother because of her. As long as Jounouchi didn't agree with her being in a relationship with him, Honda would've to keep dreaming of it for as long as... well, for as long as it would take for Jounouchi to finally agree. Shizuka shrugged as she finished her shower, stepping out of the cabin and picking up a towel. She wrapped it firmly around her, accentuating her slim figure. Her brother would flip if he heard she and Honda already had sex. With a soft snicker, she tried to imagine how serious he would flip out if he heard how much sex she'd already had, including his best friends.
Honda was sweet, and afraid to break her, as if she was made out of spun glass. His dorm room was perfect- no parents walking in, and the sounds of other couples- with all the thin walls - were always strangely arousing. The big disadvantage was his lousy, small bed, and the fact that he had to share the bathroom with his fellow students. She hated padding through the hallway with towels and soap and back to the room again.
Still, Honda had a very special place in her heart, as he actually had been her first. He was the first- and the only- to make her feel like a real princess, and he was all she could ask for: attentive, caring, gentle. He'd been completely focused on her the first time, dismissing her worries about his own pleasure.
"I can wait, Shizuka-chan," he'd simply said, and she'd experienced her first orgasm in his arms as he fingered her, all but screaming as those- then -unfamiliar sensations had build up to a delicious peak. Her body had shuddered violently, her legs almost kicking spastically from the waves of pleasure.
She'd felt extremely silly and guilty afterwards- she'd been discussing this with her friends and read about it on the Internet, and she hadn't even pleasured the man who had been so kind and so gentle to her. Still, she learned quickly enough that she'd been very fortunate with an attentive guy like Honda... hearing about her friends' horror stories about selfish pricks, uninterested losers and straightforward-two-minutes boyfriends, she praised herself lucky for having had her first experience with Honda.
They'd done the deed later, when Shizuka was familiar with his and her own body, and from the moment she felt him inside her, she couldn't get enough. Not only of him. The sensations were addicting, and she discovered very fast that she was the center of attention for a lot of other men; with her slim figure, waist-length reddish hair, her large innocent-looking eyes and her choice of rather tight shirts and blouses.
Her popularity had grown steadily, and she also learned how to catch and to hold one another's attention- up and including in the bedroom, her center of attention. Using another towel, Shizuka dried herself off, dabbing at her pale, but perfect skin. She smiled at herself in the mirror, arching her back a little. Yes, she was looking good.
It still left her with the question what to do next, or better said, who to visit next. No Kaiba, as she wasn't in the mood for games, no Honda, because... well, she had him so many times already and he was starting to bore her. Besides, he was talking more and more about settling down and forming a family, which was always a signal for her that it was time to get a little more distant. The way life was treating her now was too good to quit and to become a mother or a loving wife- she was in her late teens, not exactly looking for husband material. She wanted to enjoy this as long as she could.
Bakura, then? Shizuka snorted. Oh, he was as polite, nice, bland and as incredibly boring as she thought he was. She'd hoped for a long time that his Other would come out, but apparently he was too busy scheming and plotting whatever he was scheming or plotting for, and had left everything to his host. God, it was the only time she had really counted the minutes and had to fake an orgasm to just get rid of him. He had made her breakfast in bed the next morning, but... sheesh, he was so... bland.
He hadn't even sent her something afterwards or given a single hint that he'd liked it, or that he wanted more. It made her scowl; everyone she had spend the night with, had been walking after her the next morning, wagging their tail as lovesick puppies, and treasured her, graced her with gifts... she had to virtually beat all her admirers off of her, and she hadn't bought one bottle of perfume, one piece of lingerie or any jewellery for herself in a long time- she was provided with it as soon as she snapped her fingers.
Returning to the bedroom, Shizuka picked up her blouse, recalling that the buttons were torn off and she threw the garment back on the floor again. Oh well, she would have to do with one of Otogi's shirts, then. Still not bothering being silent, she went over to the other side of the bedroom and opened the large closet, her eyes widening at the sight of the massive amount of clothing. Silk shirts, pressed dress shirts in all colours of the rainbow, made from- of course- the best materials..! Squealing again, she chose a silken, dark red shirt, the material shiny and soft.
Shizuka shrugged into the shirt, caressing the fabric- she barely could recall wearing anything linen or cotton. It had been a while since she'd worn those simple blue shorts and that hideous white and pink shirt- she shuddered at the memory. Otogi's clothing was way too large, but that didn't matter- she liked how the fabric clung to her body, the dark red matching the colour of her own, damp hair.
She finished dressing herself and went back to the bathroom, paying attention to her hair and make-up. Shizuka applied only the lightest of make-up products, cherishing her natural looks and accentuating her most prominent features- her large eyes, her high cheekbones, the healthy reddish colour on her cheeks. She almost made a kissy face at herself, as she was in such a good mood. There'd be probably dozens of other girls who had seen Otogi Ryuuji this up close and personal, but there were probably only a handful who could claim to have thoroughly exhausted him.
It was never her intention to spend the night at someone's place, unless they had an extremely soft bed, had been extremely good in bed, or were her close friends-- and even then, she'd stay occasionally, certainly not turning it into a habit. She made that mistake with Bakura- she couldn't wait to get out of his house, especially when he started talking about those creepy RPG figurines of his. Shizuka preferred to be the one in control, the one who determined who got her attention or not, and afterwards when she left or not. No obligations, no strings attached... those would come when she'd found herself a husband, a significant other she would want to spend her night with and to be with for as long as she liked. In short, when she wanted to settle down... but that was a long time from now, and at this moment, she simply wanted to enjoy.
Pulling her hair in a low ponytail, she bounced out of the bathroom and grabbed her purse, checking her wallet- of course Otogi had paid for everything, but she always kept the golden rule to have enough money on her to pay for a cab- and her cell phone. She wanted to have some fresh air; it was an exceptionally warm night, and she'd only brought a vest with her. Shizuka grabbed the garment from the chair in the corner, and glanced over her shoulder. Yup, still out. He was probably having dreams of how good he'd been to her. It made her smile. On her scale, he wouldn't get more than an 'average'. She wouldn't tell him that, of course- it'd probably break his heart, and who knew what kind of presents and gifts she could wheedle out of him.
The penthouse was great; it even disposed over its own elevator, and Shizuka was on her way down, humming a non-descriptive tune to herself. Her high-heeled shoes click-clacked on the marble floor when she walked out of the elevator, and she smiled sweetly at the porter. He greeted her gallantly, not looking surprised in the least that she came from Otogi's penthouse. Shizuka breathed in the fresh, though a little humid, air of the night, putting on her vest and looking around. She wasn't really familiar with this swanky neighbourhood, so she'd better call a cab to get her home. Maybe spending a night at actually her own apartment wouldn't be so bad; after all, she hadn't seen her cats in quite a while now...
Shizuka took out her cell phone and was to dial when she suddenly noticed a tall, dark-clad figure, his broad shoulders reminding her of someone... someone she'd seen some time ago, on top of the Kaiba Zeppelin, and he was a little swaying.
"Rishid-san?" she spoke out loud, hesitantly taking a few steps in his direction. He halted immediately, tilting his head as if trying to pinpoint where the sound had come from.
"Over here, Rishid-san," she said, suddenly sure it was him, the Egyptian who had participated in the Battle City Tournament under the false name of Malik Ishtar. Wow, that brought back some memories.
"Shizuka..?" His voice rumbled, rough and... manly, and a slow shudder crept along her spine. He remembered her! That was always a good start...
"How have you been, Rishid-san?" She started to strike up a conversation, meanwhile trying to gauge him. He definitely was under some influence of alcohol, but he wasn't drunk- maybe a little tipsy, a little loose.
"I'm doing fine," he said, showing her a large smile. It was strange to see him smile like that- during the Finals, he'd been nothing but stern and serious.
"We're here for an exhibition," he continued, his eyes going over her. He was probably trying to match the way she looked now with the memory he had of her during the Finals. Shizuka smiled at him, just coyly enough.
"I think I read about that one- Ancient Egypt, right?" It was nothing short of a wild guess, but well; she couldn't be too far off, seeing how they were all tied to Egypt and the past.
"That's right," Rishid nodded, straightening himself and staring pointedly at her chest before coughing slightly and moving his eyes up, his gaze resting on her face. Big mistake.
Shizuka showed him a bright smile, turning her body a little and moving her arms so she stressed her cleavage and her slim, curvaceous figure; it wouldn't take too long for him to walk into her trap. The man was tall... mmm, tall, big Egyptian. She couldn't wait to see what he was packing.
"From the 18th dynasty..." His voice already trailed off, and his large hands twitched a little.
"It's pretty late, Rishid-san," Shizuka said, blinking at him. Good thing that she didn't forget to apply her mascara. "I just visited a friend, and was on my way home. You won't mind accompanying me, meanwhile telling everything about your... exhibition, will you?"
He was quick to answer, and she knew that even without being loosened up with a little alcohol, Rishid wouldn't have denied her anything.
"Yes yes, of course... young ladies shouldn't be walking alone... Where do you live? I can accompany you to as far as you want me to..."
"That's great, thank you, Rishid-san," she cooed, hooking her arm in his. "I feel so safe and protected around you..."
"Yes, safe," he repeated, his eyes constantly on her. She was easily tucked away under his arm, and she pressed a little against him. The night was still very young... and so very, very interesting.