A/N: Here is my first Sailor moon fiction. Hope you enjoy.

“Usagi, where are you off to?”

“I’m going to Rei’s mom. Remember, Wednesday is tutoring night with me and the girls?”

Her once confounded expression transformed into one that read trust and contentment, her once stiff and tense being releasing all anxieties as the smile I have grown to know and love played upon her gorgeously crafted face. “What time will you be back Usagi?”

I gave her a slight shrug and looked at the wall clock mounted on the living room wall. It read six-thirty. “Maybe around eleven.”

“I’ll call every hour.”

“M’kay mom” I smiled and grabbed the pink floral patterned duffle bag that rested by the doorway, slinging it over my shoulder with a light goodbye in my mother’s direction while walking out the front door of the house and shutting the cream colored wood behind me. It gave a light ‘click’ that signaled that I was now out of hearing distance and could go to my real destination, nothing close to being a study session with my closest friends and piles of books I would have neglected anyway.

“Hurry it up bitch.” A cool breeze of smoked escapes the man’s lips as his piercing blue eyes gaze deep into mine, sending chills down my spine in fear as well as excitement. He always had that effect on me, his eyes were my sedative and under the spell he silently ushered, I was his puppet and he as my master.

“Arigato Kerry-san.” He always loved it when I used Japanese. It turned him on and only made me more profitable, “Arigato.”

“Shut up and speak in a language I can hear you in Usagi.” He extinguished the cigarette’s flame atop of the midnight black colored sports car, reaching across the gear shift of the automobile to open the passenger side door for me to get in. He was in a hurry. He never used to rush me like this. “We’re late for your six-thirty.”

“Sorry.” I apologized again and closed the door behind me with a loud slam, giving him the impression that I was disrespecting him as well as his property. He never liked that feeling and always gave me a stern look of disappointment before he gave me a hard one to the face, sending me bruises of all colors upon my face only for foundation and loads of make-up to mask. “Usagi…what have I told you about slamming my car door.”

“…Sorry…I forgot.”

That was the wrong answer and I was punished for it with the sharp pain of the back of his hand colliding with my face, sending my head towards the direction of the dashboard and everything else that adorned the top. “You what now?”

“Kerry-san…”

Another slap came to my tender flesh and I was now physically bruised, the sting of the harsh cool mid-autumn air flowing into my freshly acquired wound telling me that it was indeed visible. “ENGLISH!”

“Hai…yes…sorry…please don’t hit me.”

“Hit me what?”

“….daddy. Don’t hit me daddy. Usako will be a good girl.”

His once malicious grin turned into a faint smile as those same blue eyes that could hypnotize me became directed towards the front of the car, him pausing from my beating to put the car in drive and go off into the setting sun, leaving casting shadows of our forms to tell our future. “Good girl.” He paused from looking at the duration of the designated pavement to look at me, “Get the out fit I told you to?”

I nodded and he grinned. “Good. Now this is a new client Usagi. He’s about forty-five and has a wife and three kids. They are all away in Kyoto so it’ll just be you and him.”

“How long?”

“He’s paying me by the hour. Depends how long he lasts. You get thirty percent cut.”

“Okay Daddy, does he have a name?”

“He rather be anonyms actually Usagi” he stopped to make a U-turn and head into another direction, one I am not accustomed to go to, “Address him as daddy to.”

“What all do I have to do?”

“You two will be going at it raw, so not much. He already got tested for all that STD shit, so don’t worry” he abruptly stopped to make yet another illegal turn, “Oh and he loves bukkake so you better get ready.”

“How much am I bringing home? My mother needs groceries daddy and I am the only one who is bringing in a substantial amount of income every day.”

He shot me a kind look and ran his ice-kissed hands across my now reddened cheek, caressing it soothingly in an effort to answer my question through actions rather than words. He was never good with words anyway. His motto was to act rather than speak his life motivation. “You’ll get your 30,000 yen Usako, don’t even worry baby.”

In an odd way, his voice is somewhat comforting; despite the real message he is sending me. “Thank you daddy. You are very generous.”

A/N: What did you all think? Good? bad?