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Ichigo's New Job; Version Two

Shortly after the Fullbringer Arc…
Ikumi's Office

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE GETTING RID OF ME?!" Ichigo shouted at his boss, unable to believe he just heard the words that came out of her mouth. "YOU'RE FIRING ME?!" Sweat rolled down his back from the summer heat. His school had just let out for the summer and he'd shown up to work only to find that his boss had the worst kind of surprise for him.

Ikumi groaned, knowing Ichigo would be this irrational. "Ichigo, if you'd take a moment to listen clearly, I'm not firing you." She put her hands on her hips and smiled. "I'm simply getting rid of you for a while."

"That doesn't make any sense!" Ichigo retorted.

"I'm saying that you won't be my employee for a while. I'm hiring you out," she told him.

Ichigo stood there gaping. "You're what?"

Grinning, Ikumi held up a flyer. "Well, you kept shirking off work so I decided a new way of getting my money's worth out of you. So I'm hiring you out. Starting tomorrow, you'll be working at the Karakura Grand Hotel and Spa!"

Taking hold of the flyer, Ichigo read it carefully. He saw that it was a brochure for the place, touting itself as a five star resort and spa. "What am I supposed to be doing?" he asked.

"Just whatever they need you to do," Ikumi simply said. "They're short on staff for the summer so you'll be doing all sorts of jobs."

Once again, Ichigo deadpanned. "A whole summer?!"

"What? It's a well-paying job. And the best part is I'll be getting a certain portion of your paycheck so it's a win-win!"

Ichigo facepalmed. He knew there was no talking her out of this. "Fine," he said reluctantly. "When do I start?" He took another look at the flyer and saw the address. "Wait, this is kinda far away," he pointed out.

"They agreed to provide lodgings for you when you're off the clock. And you get to start tomorrow. I'd start packing if I were you," Ikumi said with a grin. "Don't let me down!"

Grumbling, Ichigo stormed out of Ikumi's office, unable to believe that she just did this to him. The first thing he did after he left was head to Urahara Shop talk to Kisuke for a favor. Explaining his situation, he asked Kisuke if he'd deal with any pesky Hollows that popped up while he was gone, as he couldn't rely on the inept afro-haired Soul Reaper who'd replaced Rukia.

"Okay, Ichigo. I'll give you a hand," Kisuke said, knowing his plight. "Still though, a five star spa resort? You're a lucky man. That place usually caters to just women. Spending the summer at a resort with beautiful women…if you'd like, we could trade places?" he offered with a smile.

"Thanks but no thanks," Ichigo said with a scowl. "I prefer to keep my paycheck. And you'd just perv on the girls all day."

Kisuke looked at his student with feigned shock. "Ichigo! When have I ever given you the impression that I have a lecherous personality?" he asked indignantly.

Narrowing his eyes, Ichigo pointed at something behind Kisuke. "Well that's a pretty good indicator…"

Kisuke turned around and saw his nude pinup calendar of Yoruichi on the wall. "Um…that was a gift?" he suggested defensively.

"Then why's it got your logo stamped in the corner?" Ichigo pointed out, his eyes on the mini Kisuke face on the corner of the calendar.

"Touché," Kisuke said. "Alright, you've twisted my arm enough. I'll help out."

"Good. Speaking of which, where is Yoruichi?" he'd been hoping to ask her to help him instead of Kisuke but when he saw no sign of the werecat he had to ask the shopkeeper for help.

"Oh, she's in the Soul Society. She's meeting up with the SWA for something big. Some party or something."

Ichigo got up. "Fine. I've got to get packed anyway."

"Be sure to take pictures for me!" Kisuke called out. "My calendar business could always use a few more!"

"Shut up, Kisuke, you perv!"

The next day…
Karakura Grand Spa & Resort

"Welcome!" a woman with platinum blonde hair greeted as Ichigo walked through the door, bags in hand. "You must be Ichigo Kurosaki, of Unagiya Odd Jobs."

Ichigo nodded, taking in the fancy place. He'd heard of how nice the place was from a few classmates who managed to get in here before but this was grandeur on a level that Ichigo had never seen before. The whole building looked fancy even from a distance but to be inside it was to experience something else. "That's me," he said, setting down his bag to shake the woman's hand.

"Great! I'm Aibara, the head masseuse and manager here. Thank you for agreeing to help us out for a while," she said as she gestured for an attendant to fetch Ichigo's bags. "While he's getting your room ready, why don't we talk about the job a little more?" She led Ichigo to her office and sat him down. "Did Ms. Unagiya tell you about the job at all?"

"No," Ichigo told her. "She just said that you're short-handed so I'm to do odd jobs around here."

Aibara sat on her desk and pursed her lips. "Well that's true, at least. A good portion of our staff went on a company trip but got into an accident so they'll still be in the hospital for a good while. So we need someone to help out. Are you okay with doing mundane tasks like cleaning the resort's pool and some housecleaning?" she asked.

"It's fine. That's what I'm here to do." Ichigo felt relieved. If the job was just boring stuff like this then he would be fine.

"Great! But there's also one other job you're going to have to do. Several of our masseuses were injured in the accident so you'll have to take over for them."

Ichigo blinked. "Wait, you want me to give massages?"

"Yes. I'm going to train you on how to be a masseur." Seeing the nervous look on Ichigo's face, Aibara smiled. "Now don't be so shy. Our resort is mostly for women so you won't have to give a massage to another man, if that's what you're thinking. Most women would kill for the chance to get a massage by someone as handsome as you."

Ichigo took a deep breath and reluctantly nodded. He couldn't say no and embarrass Ikumi. "Okay then."

"Excellent. Now then, we've a few clients today so I'll be teaching you myself. By the time you've finished your training, you'll be a top-grade masseur!" She took him to a small room with a massage table set up and everything. Sitting on the table in a white robe was a small woman with brown hair. "Ichigo, meet Ochiru. She'll be helping with your training today." After the two shook hands, she turned to Ochiru and nodded.

Ichigo's face turned red when Ochiru slipped out of her robe, wearing a tiny bikini underneath that showed all her curves. "I uh…assume that's the dress code for women?" he asked nervously.

Aibara laid Ochiru down onto her front before answering. "Yes and no. While we do generally encourage our clients to wear a little something to cover up, it's entirely up to them. We've both dealt with clients who chose to just be naked. And remember," she wagged a finger in front of Ichigo's face. "No naughty business. You're a professional now."

"Now then…let's begin."

One week later…

"Mmmmhhh…" moaned the woman on the table as Ichigo massaged her back, pouring more oil onto her soft skin. "You're good at this, Ichigo."

"Good to hear," Ichigo replied, dutifully keeping his eyes from her barely covered rear end. He'd spent most of the week learning the trade of massage therapy from Aibara and Ochiru. The two were surprised by how quickly Ichigo took to his new job, his rough hands becoming soft as silk when applied to a woman's body. Outside of the massaging, Ichigo was mainly asked to keep the pool clean at night. It was a bit of a tiring job but at least they gave him a decent room to stay in. Ichigo had to admit, this wasn't that bad of a job, especially since he could take a break from his Soul Reaper duties..

Finishing his massage, Ichigo stood back. "There you go, ma'am. All done."

"Ahhh…" the woman sighed as she sat up, putting a robe back on. "That was exquisite. You're quite good at this."

Ichigo blushed and scratched the back of his head. "Thank you very much." He watched the woman leave before packing up for the day, ready to head back to his room. Exiting the room, Ichigo headed back to the main lobby to get to the elevator.

"Oh, hello, Ichigo."

Turning around, he saw Aibara approaching him. "Oh. Hi, boss."

The blonde woman laughed. "Please, Ichigo. Just call me Aibara. I must say, from what I've heard, you've become quite good at massaging. Ever think of making a career out of this?" Before he answered, Aibara remembered something. "Oh! That reminds me! You might have your work cut out for you for the next week or so."

Ichigo blinked. "Really? Why's that? Did someone get into another accident?"

Aibara waved her hand dismissively. "Nothing like that. But our resort will be seeing some more guests for a while."

"Really? Who?"

A very annoying voice cut in from behind him. "Oh my goodness! Ichigo, is that you?"

Turning around, Ichigo's face went pale when he saw a group of women standing in the entrance to the lobby. "Oh dear…"

Rukia Kuchiki grinned from ear to ear. "Wow, Ichigo. Orihime wasn't joking. You really are a masseur here," she said, the entire SWA standing behind her, plus Yoruichi.

Aibara looked at Ichigo. "You know these women?"

"Yeah…" Ichigo said embarrassingly. He really didn't want anyone in the Soul Society to know of his job. He didn't want them to think he was shirking his duties to massage women.

Rangiku Matsumoto's lips formed a wide grin. "This vacation just got a lot more interesting…"

Ichigo sweatdropped. Something told him this was going to be a long summer...

To be continued