you spin me right round by gypsiewine

chapter 1

"Has anyone seen my super push up bra?"

"It's on your dresser!"

"Thanks! Now, has anyone seen that red feather thing?"

'There is no way life could get anymore pathetic then this. It is utterly impossible.'

Sesshoumaru glared into his mirror at his reflection. Black body paint covered his entire body, the light sliver hair a sharp contrast against the inky blackness.

'How the mighty have fallen.'

Sesshoumaru, who was never a big fan of fate, was beginning to think the Gods were punishing him for an offense he was blind to. Struggling into a massive pair of black wings for his closing "Dark Angel of Death"/"Spin Me Right Round" (whichever you prefer) act, Sesshoumaru frowned minutely as he reflected on what had landed him in this hell-hole.

At one point in his life, he had had it all. Money without the much-hated spotlight his father and half-brother so loved; a sex-driven marriage at age eighteen to a super-model wife, Kaguya (in retrospect, that was a horrendously bad idea), he was doing brilliantly at university, and he had a firm holding in his father's enterprises.

Then it had all crashed and burned.

After many years of running his company solely in his name, the great Heisa InuTaisho had decided to split the company into three different portions to be controlled by three selected individuals: Heisa InuTaisho, Heisa Sesshoumaru, and Heisa InuYasha. This had been fine with everyone up until his father had given InuYasha a greater piece of the company shares. This brilliant move had increased the already palatable tension between the two brothers.

Then, of course, there was the night that InuYasha had dislocated his, Sesshoumaru's, left shoulder in that car accident a year later. The little bastard himself had merely suffered a bump on his rock-solid skull. Thank the Gods nothing had happened to the beautiful Corvette that InuYasha had been given and was deeply in love with. Even he, Sesshoumaru, had to approve of that car. Okay, so he had wanted it himself. It was a birthday gift from their father. He, Sesshoumaru, had gotten the newest addition limo model. But he hadn't wanted it. He hated limos.

Now, all this indignity he could have stood. But then, Kaguya had gotten pregnant. He had been over-joyed at the announcement. She declared it was a violation of their preen-up: you get me pregnant, and I get everything. And she had gotten almost everything. After a horrible nine months of legal battles, lost money, and the thankful disposing of some extremely hideous art work and the overly-cute house in California he couldn't stand, he had been left with an apartment, no money, and a baby daughter with which he new nothing about. Unable to bring his little Rin into the office or school, he had left Heisa Corp. (taking his assistant Jaken with him), refusing his father's charity of a larger salary. Thus, the great Sesshoumaru was now jobless. After selling the much hated limo, managing to secure a job in a newspaper where he could write scathing articles under a pen-name, and after landing a job as a bouncer at a gay club (NOT his proudest moment), he had somehow managed to support himself, Rin, and Jaken. Hell, he had even found a decent apartment in a decent part of the city. And, he had managed to buy a decent car by liquidating some assets (*cough* his wedding ring. To hell with Kaguya). His father had paid for his university tuition, as was previously agreed years ago. So, life worked for Sesshoumaru. At least, it worked for awhile.

However, time had passed, and he was once again stuck as far as money was concerned. After four years of surviving on dividends, bouncer money and newspaper pay, Rin needed to go to kindergarten. Now, of course, he was not about to let his little girl into any old school, no, it had to be the best. No one else had to know about his life; it was appearance that mattered. So, he kept up the endless monotony that had become his life, finding only comfort in his daughter's toothy grin. But, eventually, as it often happens, life just got to be too much. After a particularly bad night at the club where someone had literally kissed his ass, he had left Rin in Jaken's care and headed out to a straight (thank you very much) bar. That was where he ran into Tsubaki, a talent scout for a co-ed strip joint run by woman name Urasue. She offered him a steady job that paid more then the club and the newspaper combined (plus tips). He was desperate, and he took it.

Yes, the Gods truly were punishing him. He had been stuck here for two years now. Rin would be starting grade one after the summer, his father was still angry at him, and InuYasha was happily married while he only had Jaken. A shudder ran through him at that thought. But, for all intensive purposes, he liked being alone. It was easier with an occupation like this if you kept your distance from the female species.

"Sesshoumaru! You're on!"

Sesshoumaru glared into the mirror once more. Deciding that at least he was fucking beautiful, he left to go out on stage, the cheers of horny drunken women ringing in his ears.