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The Devil Wears a Pinstriped Suit	By : Sosoru Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 24775 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is very AU. The characters are very OOC for the most part. This will be a very sensual, sexual story. If any of these aspects do not appeal to you, do not continue any further.

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The Devil Wears a Pinstriped Suit

I am the woman men love to be infatuated with. My figure screams sexuality, from my slim waist to my ample bust and hips. The way I sway when I walk drives them crazy, and they can't wait to see my next step. I have a fine featured face with large, dark, slanted eyes that seem to peer into your soul and lips so luscious, you wonder how they taste. My skin is the perfect hue of caramel, my hair black as night falling just short of my shoulder blades. Exotic, if you will...the crème de la crème.

I am the woman women love to hate. Not only am I alluring, I have a brain. If a man is after more than looks, I can stimulate his mind and capture him from that angle. No man I want is safe from my wiles. Some put up resistance, but it is often short lived, for the desire to taste my forbidden fruit is too great. You can call me golddigger, whore, tramp or whatnot. I'll just call you jealous because you can never be what I am...and that's everything a man wants.

So, what kind of man do I prey after, you wonder? An intelligent, attractive man that is attracted to me is the only requirement. I do not care about what he can buy me, for I make more than he. As long as he perform where needed and provide me with what I desire, that's all I ask. I do not have a rule against married men. If he doesn't care that he's cheating on his wife, why should I? She is of no concern to me. I am not trying to take her husband away, nor would I want to. I'll just have my way with him and send him home with my essence lingering on his lips. Then, he's all yours.

Jezebel? Heartless? Cruel? All of the above, I suppose. I do not require deep emotional attachment. It only complicates things. In fact having sex with a married man is the best way to ensure things are kept on a strictly dickly level. He's not leaving his wife for you. You don't give a shit about him. So, his wife gets to keep the illusion all is well, he gets to keep his wife and/or kids and/or house and I get to have his dick whenever I want it. All parties involved luck out.

What led me to be such a heartless sonuvabitch, you ask? Well, once upon a time, I did have some semblance of morals. I refused to date married men, they being the only of the species off limits. So, I was pursued by this married man. He was unhappily married. He told me he only stayed married due to the fear of his wife taking his child away from him. I told him I understood and if he ever filed for divorce, give me a call. Well, I got that call two years later and I thought all was well.

That is...until he died two years after that. I found out not only had he not filed for divorce, he had countless other mistresses. He lied to me for two years and quite frankly, that pissed me the fuck off. After many nights of debating, I adopted my motto; "If he doesn't care, why should I?"

Hell, I even enjoy pursuing a married man every now and again. My latest victim, for instance, is a coworker of mine at the firm. He started about a month after me working on the O'Nelly case. He is a very handsome man, though he quite differed from my usual tastes. He is only a bit taller than me, his frame thin, but proud. His eyes are this brilliant shade of violet and he keeps his outrageously red hair cropped ever so neatly, though a couple of strands can't resist straying to frame his delicate face. He is beautiful, and that's not a term I usually reserve for men.

So, the first time I saw him, he was standing near the coffee machine, speaking with our boss. I calmly walked up to him and extended my hand, exposing perfectly French manicured nails atop slender, unmistakably feminine fingers. My eyes locked to his, and for the first time I could remember, I actually shivered. His lips slowly curved up to a smile, his eyes drowning in mine. He scanned my body, noticing how my well tailored suit hugged each and every one of my curves in all the right places. My shirt just exposed the slightest amount of cleavage, my perfume lingering in the air. He took mental note of it all.

"Hello, I'm Kamiya Kaoru. You must be Himura Kenshin," I said in a low, sultry voice. My boss chuckled and patted Mr. Himura on the back.

"Well, well, speak of the devil, eh? As I was telling you, Ms. Kamiya will be your partner on this case. She is the best we have and your reputation at your old firm leads me to believe you two will be brilliant together," the old fart said.

The man amused me. When I first applied for the job, he did not want to hire me based on my credentials, even though I was the highest ranking law student in the nation. When I interned, I was never on a team that lost a case. I had a true gift for twisting the truth in a way to suit the client, and decimate our opponent. My shining moment was when I was actually allowed to cross-examine a witness for the prosecution. By the time I was done, the poor girl didn't know what was true and what wasn't anymore. She spilled her guts, totally discrediting herself and the plaintiff, all the while thinking she was helping him out. Well, after that little incident, I became the most sought after law student approaching graduation. Of course, I wanted to apply at a firm that had no interest me. I simply took it as a way to test my powers of persuasion. Little did I know it was a test for me to see how far I would go to get the job done without compromising ethics. I passed on both fronts. I can say with confidence that Carter is the only man than can see my bullshit was what it is worth.

And he saw what I had my eyes on next.

"I hope he's better than the last one. He only lasted a week," I said, smiling.

"I promise not to disappoint, Ms. Kamiya," the man said, taking my hand into his and shaking it firmly. His touch sent waves of heat up and down my body. I was taken aback by my own reaction. I had never been so attracted to a man before. It was something about the way those eyes looked at me that drove me crazy.

"Good, because we start right now. Meet me in my office in five minutes. There is much you need to be informed of," I said, turning around and walking away from my new coworker, swaying my hips. I could feel both Carter's and Himura's eyes on me. I'm sure Himura's heart and mind were racing. I knew he was controlling his member from lunging out towards me, just as I controlled myself from damn near reaching peak when he touched me. Damn, I had to have this man, I thought

I entered my office and immediately took off my suit jacket. I reached into my desk, pulled out a wet nap and patted it on my face and neck. I didn't usually so unnerved but a man had never excited me like that before. Yes, the feeling was very new to me, and I enjoyed every second on it. The folds of my region were pulsing, my jewel begging to be touched...then I frowned. Why did I tell him to come up so quickly? I should have allowed more time so I could pleasure myself with the vibrator I leave in the third drawer. A knock on the door disrupted my thoughts. I finished patting myself down and discarded the wet nap. I walked over to the door, fixed my clothes and opened the door to see Himura standing there, smiling.

"I'm not too late, am I?" he questioned genuinely. I chuckled and shook my head. He was a sweetie.

"I hope you won't be this timid in the courtroom," I said, motioning for him to enter. I shut the door behind him and sat behind my desk. He sat in one of the large, leather chairs opposite of my seat as I fingered through some files. I found the one for our case to put it on the table. He picked it up with his left hand and glanced at the file.

He wore a wedding band.

Alright, so he is married. Not a big deal for me.

I watched him intently as he continued to look at the file. He let out a sigh and put it back on my desk.

"This is a hard case. It's going to take a lot of long hours and a bit of luck to get O'Nelly out of his one," he commented, stilling eying the folder. He took his work very seriously. Good. I liked men that were about their business.

"The only problem is that damned sister-in-law of his. She claims she heard the screams of her sister coming from the bedroom. When she walked in, she saw our client walking out with blood on his hands. Basically it's her word and a dead wife against his word," I said, crossing my legs and leaning back in my lush, chair. I leaned back just far enough for him to be able to see my thighs as my skirt slid up just a bit. I could see his interest wane from the case to me. Then, as if someone hit him upside the head, his mind refocused on the file.

"Well, they said you worked all the hard cases. I honestly don't know where to start on this one. Tell me, is he guilty," he asked, putting his hand to his finely shaped chin. Was he teasing me?

"As sin," I replied. "But, that's beside the point. We are his lawyers and we are to defend him no matter what. This case can be won; it's just a matter of how deep we have to dig to find any inconsistency in Mrs. Wallace story, as well as getting a little bit of background on her."

I could see his jaw clench as he shifted in the chair. The leather made a groaning sound as his wool suit rubbed against the hide. His expression was emotionless, his eyes sharp and narrow.

"I have never defended a guilty person before," he admitted, his tone low.

"Well, there's a first time for everything, right?" I said, a hint of amusement in my voice. For some reason, he chuckled and began to relax.

"You are correct. I almost feel ashamed saying that. You must think I'm some pushover," he said, standing up, running his hands through his uniquely red hair as he did so. I stood as well and walked to the front of my desk. As I leaned against it, I looked at him and smiled.

"No, I don't think you are a pushover. I know you're not, or else Carter would not have hired you. He paired you with me because he knew you would compliment me. I can be a bit overpowering. I need a counterbalance from time to time. I trust you and I have faith in you," I said, my voice low, but sincere. In the back of my head, I did wonder how someone so timid in real life was so passionate in the courtroom. I observed him once, I remembered. It was a couple of years ago. He's brilliant.

"Thanks, that means a lot, Ms. Kamiya" he said, formally. I laughed and punched him on the shoulder. I think I may have surprised him with my strength, for his eyes grew quite wide.

"Please, we are partners now. Call me Kaoru," I said. He nodded and smiled in response.

"Alright, Kaoru. Since we are partners, we should get better acquainted, right? Shall we do lunch today?" he asked.

Oh boy, this was going to be too easy, I thought devilishly. Already a proposal to spend time together outside of work. You see, most women would not pick up on this. Most men would not take you to lunch after just meeting you unless they were attracted to you, be it some guy you met on the street, or a co-worker. Deny it if you want, but sexual attraction makes the world go 'round.

"Sure. I'll meet you at Outback at 11:30," I said, picking up the file from my desk and handing it to him. "In the meantime, study this file and come up with some suggestions."

He nodded and saw himself out. As soon as the door shut, I locked it and ran to my desk and opened the third drawer.

Pathetic? For me, definitely, but it kept me under control until 11:30, when I went into Outback and saw Kenshin sitting at the bar. I waved at him and he waved back. He was already sipping on a drink, probably iced tea, and was watching the sports report on the TV. As I sat down next to him, the bartender placed Coke with grenadine in front of me. Surprised, I looked up at Kenshin, who just shrugged.

"The bartender asked if anyone was joining me. I told her it was you and she said you always order a Coke with grenadine in it, so I took the liberty of ordering it for you," he said.

I was actually impressed. I could definitely see why he's married. He's a gem. Handsome, rich, intelligent and a thoughtful person. And I thought I had it all.I think I just found my equal.

"Thank you," I was finally able to muster out as the bartender came back.

"Are you ready to order?" she asked, knowing that I always get the same thing.

"My usual," I said, sipping on my delicious drink. She nodded and posed the same question to Kenshin. He ordered the salmon and turned to me. I put my drink down and leaned back, giving him my full attention.

"So, how old is my mentor?" he questioned jokingly. It was obvious there was a difference in our age, though he didn't look much older than myself.

"We'll, I just turned 24. I graduated high school when I was 15, started college at 16 and finished law school at 21," I said, not to be bragging of course, just matter-of-factly.

"Wow, I'm impressed. Me, I'm 35. I've just been in law for about five years or so. Longer than you, but you have had more exciting cases than myself. As well as more interesting clients," he replied, sipping his iced tea.

I'm sorry, but my brain froze when he said 35. I swear, he did not look a day over twenty-eight.

"You look great for your age," I replied, bringing my glass to my lips. He smiled and continued.

"It's only the past couple of years they've stopped carding me for a drink. My wife thought it was funny," he said, chuckling.

Alright, he mentioned his wife without being asked. This meant one of two things. First, he adored his wife very much and would not step out on her and shows it by mentioning her whenever he can. Or, he adored her, but knows he is only human and when faced by an attractive woman he will flaunt his wife around as a diversion. Time will reveal the true reason.

"Ah, how long have you been married?" I asked him.

"Two years," he replied.

"Long engagement?" I asked.

"I knew her for about a year and a half before we got married," he said. This portion of the conversation was not very smooth. He seemed uneasy talking about all the details. I started to lean to the latter of the possibilities. When he began to ramble on about how they met, how he gave up his "playboy" status before he became serious with her to how he proposed...I was certain he was trying very hard to bat me away. He was hoping if he mentioned how much he loved her and talked about her enough, our obvious attraction for each other would fade. How could I be so vain to assume this, you ask? I just am.

"Well, she's a very lucky woman," I said, stroking his fears away. I would have to get him to trust me completely. I would have to appeal to him mind, body and soul. His love for his wife was strong, but so was his lust for me...I could tell. I would have to work long and hard, but what Kamiya Kaoru wants, Kamiya Kaoru gets. As we ate our food, I began to ponder the possibilities. Himura Kenshin would be my lover, perhaps one of the greatest I've ever had.
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