Stripped Bare

Woo! This chapter is done at last. It's extra long to make up for the short hapter last time. Thank you to my beta crew. I had a lot of people working with me on this one.

My broken lap top is now fized but Word is not installed on it. I'm not sure if I want to attempt writing Chapter 12 in WordPad so another update might be slightly delayed.

I don't own Naruto tand this story is not for the kiddies.

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Stripped Bare- Chapter 11

Sakura wasn’t surprised to find a text message from Kakashi waiting for her when she finally had the chance to check her phone after the club closed. She had figured he would call an emergency meeting to discuss in detail her encounter with the mysterious man as well as how to proceed. The only problem was sneaking out of the club unnoticed when all girls there were forbidden to go out alone or risk another abduction.

The club closed late as it was and it took another couple of hours for everyone to wind down enough to go to bed. Once Misaki and Miyabi were settled however, they fell asleep with surprising speed. Sakura was a little jealous as she lay listening to their even breathing. She was exhausted as well, but for her, sleep would be some time in coming.

There was the off chance that one of them might wake up and discover her missing, leading to all sorts of complications upon her return and Sakura wasn’t willing to take such a risk. Once she was absolutely certain her roommates were asleep, she slipped into the bathroom and made the hand seals for a clone jutsu, producing an identical copy of herself whom she instructed to simply go to bed and carry on normally if she didn’t return before the others awoke.

She hoped that wasn’t the case because she really wanted to sleep at least a little. She was already in the habit of sleeping until noon. If this kept up, she wouldn’t be waking up until three or four in the afternoon.

Her clone left the bathroom and crept back into the room, giving Sakura the chance to escape, sneaking down the stairs and to the front door.

Even though it was incredibly late, or rather, incredibly early in the morning, Dajaku still had the light on in his office. Chances were, he had already seen her coming through the one way window that overlooked the whole room. Her suspicions were confirmed when he appeared in the doorway, looking almost like a disgruntled parent whose child had stayed out too late.

“Leaving at this hour?” he asked skeptically, arms crossed over his chest.

“There’s something I have to discuss,” she replied, not bothering to mention with whom since there was only one person she could possibly be sneaking out to go see.

“Won’t you be missed if they discover you’re gone?” he asked, seeming more concerned about her cover being blown than her welfare.

“I’ve got it covered,” she said, sliding the deadbolt from the heavy main doors.

“Just make sure you’re back for the show,” Dajaku said, walking over to lock up after her.

Sakura nodded before melting into the shadows, a little miffed that he was probably most worried about the money he would lose if she didn’t show up to strip for tomorrow’s performance. How typical of the money grubbing man.

She was practically invisible in her dark sweats and hooded sweatshirt that hid the brightness of her hair. The sky was once again overcast, allowing almost no starlight to light her way. It didn’t really hinder her considering the technologically advanced town had street lamps everywhere, but the artificial light only pushed the shadows away a few feet, allowing her plenty of darkness for cover and she reached Kakashi’s motel without drawing the attention of any of the loitering thugs and drunkards that still occasionally cruised the streets.

Stopping in front of the gated entry, she dialed Kakashi’s number. It only rang once before he picked it up.

“Hello?”

“I’m here,” she said in a hushed whisper.

A click on the other end signaled that he had terminated the call but moments later, his shadowy figure appeared to unlock the gate and let her in, even though she could have punched through the rusty lock with minimal effort.

“You dressed for the occasion I see,” he said, noting her oversized clothes.

Sakura rolled her eyes and followed him up the stairs. He should talk. He was dressed in his simple form fitting black tank with attached mask and dark, baggy pants that were probably sweats, although the shirt did cling to him and show off his sculpted body rather nicely. His black eye patch was in place as usual.

“It beats me wearing a bikini doesn’t it?” she shot back.

Now that was a topic Kakashi hadn’t really wanted to breech tonight. After all, they hadn’t had a real face to face conversation since the last time they had tried to secretly share information. Fortunately, or maybe it was unfortunately, Kakashi hadn’t decided yet, there was little chance that Sakura’s clothes would be coming off this time around.

They held off on conversing anymore until they were inside Kakashi’s room with the door safely locked. He offered her the single chair to sit in while he perched at the edge of the bed.

“So, what happened?” the Copy Nin said, jumping straight to the business before things had a chance to get awkward. “And don’t leave out anything. Every detail could be important.”

Indeed, it was his own lack of attention to detail that had landed them in this mess. If he had been keeping an eye out for kidnappers instead of fixating his gaze on her, he probably would have been able to catch the guy.

Sakura recounted everything as best she could, from what direction he had approached the stage to the amount of money he had handed to her, answering Kakashi’s occasional questions as best she could.

“Hmm,” he pondered, after she had finished.

Their meeting had been brief and gave little insight to whether he was just a man in the mood for sex or something more sinister. He had to admit however that the fact the man had turned down her dance was a little strange. Even if she wasn’t willing to have sex, most men would have settled for what they could get, and rather than proposition another dancer at the club, he had left altogether.

“Did you find out anything about him while you were looking for him?” Sakura asked, folding her hands in her lap tiredly.

“Not a thing. The few people who recognized his description didn’t know a thing about him, only that he swings into town now and then and pretty much keeps to himself.”

“So he’s been here before?” she asked, perking up slightly.

“Yes but nobody could give me a time frame. We have no way of knowing whether he started showing up before, during or after the disappearances.”

“Oh,” she said, deflating slightly and slumping back into her chair. “And there was no news on that other guy?”

“Other guy?”

“Yeah, the one with a history of abusing women.”

Ah, that one. So much had happened since then he had almost forgotten about him.

“Apparently he was in Fuzen Machi several years ago but hadn’t returned until now, so he’s in the clear. He wasn’t around during the kidnappings.”

“I see,” Sakura said, starting to worry her bottom lip with her teeth, an action Kakashi found quite distracting, especially when the skin plumped and grew pinker as it began to swell.

“Sakura, stop that. You’re going to make yourself bleed,” he admonished, although he wasn’t so worried about that as he was her delicate lips teasing him by looking even more kissable.

The kunoichi promptly stopped and sighed loudly, the sound portraying all the frustration that he too felt at the situation.

“So where do we go from here?” she asked. “What do I do if he comes back and asks me the same question?”

“I don’t know,” he answered gruffly, and honestly he didn’t, and the fact that he didn’t have an answer for this situation irritated him. As a team leader, he should have been better prepared.

Sakura misunderstood the anger in his voice and flinched slightly.

“I’m sorry I let him get away,” she said softly, bringing her feet up to rest on the edge of her chair as she wrapped her arms around her knees and curled into a little ball. “Maybe I should have just said ‘yes’ to him. What does a kunoichi need her virginity for anyway? It’s done nothing but cause problems for me.”

The sadness in her voice was unmistakable, and Kakashi’s frustration instantly dissipated, replaced instead with a pang of sorrow that something most girls hoped to treasure was becoming nothing but a burden to his young partner.

“It’s alright,” he said, lowering his voice to a gentler tone. “I wouldn’t expect you to throw away your first time with a stranger.”

She still seemed glum, resting her chin forlornly on her knee.

“Still, it was for the good of the mission. I’ve had tons of other guys ask for sex at the club already. I might as well do it here since once I go back to Konoha, I’ll be celibate for the rest of my life.”

This conversation was taking a very strange turn and he wasn’t sure if it was wise to continue, considering what had happened between them, but Kakashi couldn’t help himself from responding.

“And why would you say that?”

“Because the only people who are attracted to me there are Lee and Naruto, neither of whom I plan on sleeping with, and all other guys there view me as their medic, a friend, or simply an annoyance. I don’t think anybody there sees me as a woman, at least not an attractive one.”

Kakashi scratched the back of his head sheepishly, feeling a little guilty that he hadn’t seen her as a woman either until he had seen her half naked and wrapped around a pole, but dear lord, now that he had, he couldn’t think of her as anything but a sexy and desirable woman.

“Now Sakura, that’s not exactly—”

The kunoichi raised her head to stare it him poignantly in a way that clearly told him to cut the bullshit.

“Ok well…it won’t stay that way forever,” Kakashi amended. “Someone is bound to have enough sense to wake up and realize what is in front of them.”

Sakura hugged her knees a little tightly as her heart began to palpitate faster at his words. She wasn’t even sure why he affected her. After all, he could just be spewing empty words trying to make her feel better.

But Kakashi had never been one to give compliments, empty or not. That question that had burned inside her ever since that night resurfaced and she knew that now was a good a time to ask it as any.

“And what is it that you see in front of you now?” she asked softly, daring to looking into his single onyx eye.

At first, he said nothing, choosing his words carefully. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but he knew telling her that he found her beautiful and sexy and every bit the woman she wanted to be would only complicate their current situation.

“I see traces of the girl that was once my student, but now she’s gone and grown up behind my back,” Kakashi said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees and returning her gaze evenly.

“So, back when we were in the room together,” she continued shyly, casting her eyes downwards as if she didn’t have the nerve to ask the question while looking him in the eye. “Were you touching me like that because I was acting the part assigned to me or was it because you really liked what I was doing?”

Kakashi inwardly flinched. He had been dreading this conversation ever since he left the bar that night. But it had to happen sometime, and if he was smart, he would give her an answer that left no room for something like that to happen again, even if it wasn’t the truth.

“Sakura, I am a man after all,” he replied after a deep breath. “When a woman in a thong grinds on my lap like that, my body is likely to act accordingly. This time, I got a little carried away and I apologize for that. It was inappropriate to touch you in such a way and I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Oh…I see.”

Was it just him or did she actually sound…disappointed?

“Well, that’s good then,” she said brightly, giving him a smile that was a little too sunny and slightly forced. “Because Tsunade would kill us both if she knew how unprofessional we were being.”

She laughed lightly but there was no humor behind it, and he could tell that she was slightly wounded by what he had said. He had made it sound like he would have acted the same way with any other dancer and she shouldn’t read into what happened between them as anything significant. He supposed that was exactly what he had been going for, to squelch any thoughts that he desired her specifically and not just what she stood for.

In reality however, it was only too obvious that there was something about his sensuous little teammate that was drawing him in. It was true he might have sprung an erection if another girl had been dancing for him, and he might have whispered words in her ear even dirtier than what he said to Sakura, but he never would have tried to touch her in such a way and he certainly would not have been plagued with sinfully images of her night after night. This condition was caused by Sakura and only Sakura, and certainly would not have occurred with anyone else. His fascination was strictly with her.

But he certainly wasn’t going to let her in on this piece of information when he was having such a hard time with it himself.

A minute of awkward silence passed, and then another until the air became thick with the unease between them. Sakura fidgeted in her chair, suddenly incredibly fascinated with a fraying spot in the knee of her sweata, and though the Copy Nin was feeling a little antsy as well, he remained collected and instead did his best to return the conversation to the matter at hand.

“We’ll need a plan for the next time Yellow shows up, and I have a strong hunch he’ll definitely be dropping by again.”

Sakura looked up from her knee.

“Why do you say that?”

“That wad of money he gave you tonight wasn’t simply out of the goodness of his heart,” he responded, folding his arms over his chest thoughtfully. “Chances are the move was to entice you to reconsider his offer. He’ll be back to see if the plan worked, although we can’t be sure when.”

Sakura looked doubtful.

“But why would he be interested in me of all people?”

“Because you’re the newest to the club and he probably finds you quite exotic looking with that hair color of yours,” the older man said with a shrug, leaving out the parts about her being drop dead gorgeous and sexy as hell when she was grinding against that pole.

“Exotic?” she said with a roll of her eyes, clearly not buying the thought for a moment.

“Well whatever. The point is that he’ll be back and we have to figure out how you’re going to get information out of him.”

Sakura dropped her feet from the edge of the chair back to the floor and took a deep breath, an air of seriousness settling around her.

“Next time he asks me to sleep with him, I’ll do it,” she said, her voice quiet but steady. One look in her eyes however told him that the idea scared the hell out of her.

“You don’t need to do that,” Kakashi said a little too quickly. The thought of a slimy man who made a habit of hanging out in strip clubs touching her made him ball his hands into fists. He was a possible criminal, a kidnapper who took women off to who knows where to do who knows what with them, and a guy like him being Sakura’s first was more than he could handle. She didn’t deserve to have her first sexual experience consist of a dirty man pawing her in a dark little room where countless men had been pleasured before. She wasn’t a plaything or a tool. She deserved gentle hands and lips exploring every inch of her with her own pleasure in mind, someone who wouldn’t offer her just a rough fuck or even a round of sweaty sex but someone who would really truly make love to her. However, Kakashi knew that was realistically more than most kunoichi could hope for. If she had to lose her virginity for the good of this mission, she wouldn’t be the first Konoha ninja to do so, but he would be damned to stand back and let it happen if there was a way around it.

“But—” she began to protest, but Kakashi held up a hand to silence her.

“That may not be necessary,” he said thoughtfully, his brilliant mind already formulating a possible plan. “How is your genjutsu?”

“Genjutsu?” Sakura said in confusion. “You should know better than anyone that I was originally a genjutsu type shinobi. They were the only thing I was good at when I first joined your team.”

It was true, he had been her first teacher after she graduated the academy after all and he remembered well how she took to both chakra control and illusion jutsu like a fish to water. Other fighting forms however gave her a little more trouble.

“Think you could master one with a little practice?” he asked, mentally adding, ‘Because it could save your cherry,’ to the end of it.

After a slight hesitation, she nodded.

“Sure, as long as the jutsu isn’t too advanced.”

“Good. Here’s what I have in mind. What if you were to invite the guy into the back room with you and question him during foreplay?”

He saw a pink flush instantly rise in her cheeks at the word but pressed on anyway.

“Once you have the info you need, you could perform a sleeping jutsu and knock him out while his guard is down, giving you the time to implant false memories of having sex with him into his head via genjutsu. If you supply enough detail, he may not even know the difference.”

At first Sakura seemed shocked by the idea, but as the initial surprise wore off, her expression turned thoughtful.

“Do you really think it would work?” she asked skeptically, still looking a little unnerved at the idea.

“I don’t see why not,” he replied. “As long as you make the memories vivid and include sensory detail. Unless they’re a highly skilled shinobi, I doubt they’d bother to question it as long as they feel satisfied.”

Sakura swallowed hard. Kakashi made it sound so easy but he seemed to forget that with her current lack of experience, including minute details to make such a jutsu believable might be a little problematic for her.

She needed practice all right, but as it was now, she wasn’t even prepared to test it out on even the lowest level thug without making sure she was even capable of such a thing. She needed to try it out on someone who could give her some pointers on how to make it better, and that left only one person, although it made butterflies materialize in her stomach at the mere thought of it.

“Lay back,” she said, her voice holding more resolution than she actually felt.

She stood from her chair, making her way alongside the bed.

“Huh?” Kakashi said, staring at her dumbly, clearly not understanding her intentions.

“I want to practice on you,” Sakura said, trying to keep the shyness out of her voice. “But I can’t do it unless you lay down.”

“What? Right now?”

It seemed her partner wasn’t entirely comfortable with this situation either, but that was just too bad. There was no other person in this town that she trusted enough to practice this on and she knew he would give her valid pointers on how to improve the technique and make it believable. However, she had a sneaking suspicion projecting images of them having passionate sex wasn’t going to help the awkward situation between them.

“Yes, right now,” Sakura sighed, managing to keep her voice firm despite her trepidation. “It’s a pain to sneak out of that club and I’m already here so we might as well.”

Those were facts that Kakashi couldn’t argue with but it did nothing to soothe his rising panic. Clearly he had not been thinking this through when he said she should practice. He had assumed she would use it on low level thugs and civilians who perused the clubs and bars looking for a piece of ass. Now he had gone and backed himself into a corner leaving him to choice but to comply with her wishes and let her use him as a guinea pig.

A part of him was excited knowing this was the closest to having sex with the woman before him as he would get. But another, more rational part of him was quite aware that the memories she would implant would no doubt exacerbate his fixation with her exponentially. He had just gotten through convincing himself he was finished with thinking of her that way, whether it was true or not but now, that theory would be efficiently blown to pieces.

He took a deep breath to calm himself and settled back, getting comfortable as Sakura crawled onto the bed and kneeled at his side.

“Ok, what do I do?” she asked, resting her hands on her knees and looking at him expectantly.

He showed her the series of hand signs, which fortunately was a short one compared to some of the incredibly lengthy ones she had seen for some genjutsu.

Tiger. Ox. Dragon. Dog. Tiger.

Once she had mastered the signs, Kakashi continued.

“Trap me in a sleep jutsu first and then perform the one I just showed you. Summon your chakra to your finger tips and place them at my temples and from there, implant the memories via chakra transfer. Include every detail you can because that will make it more realistic.”

Sakura nodded, signaling she understood.

“Alright,” Kakashi said, settling back against the pillows and waiting for her to begin.

The kunoichi made the hand signs for the sleep jutsu she knew so well. She used it often to help patients get to sleep when they were in too much pain to do so otherwise. Her fingers immediately glowed a soft green and she touched them softly to her sensei’s forehead, watching his single eye slide shut as drowsiness overtook him. His breathing instantly evened out and his muscles went slack, signaling that he was indeed asleep.

Well, the easy part was over. Now came the real challenge. She leaned to hover over him but discovered the position was slightly awkward since she was on one side of him. Straddling him would make things a whole lot easier.

She looked at his peaceful form for a moment, debating whether or not she should.

Oh what the hell, it’s not like he was going to know about it anyway; he was sound asleep.

She slung a thigh over his hips so that a knee rested on either side of his slender body. Immediately she could feel his body heat through her own clothing and the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her. He was hard and toned; all firm muscle and dormant strength and the feel of her pelvis resting against his made her heart palpitate like a moth trapped in her chest.

Now that she had the chance, she examined her teacher’s sleeping form without reciprocated scrutiny, placing her hands timidly on his chest to steady herself as she gazed at him. Her eyes swept over his face but there wasn’t much to see. It was always covered by…

The mask! She could peek under his mask! It simply wasn’t right that he had been her teacher for so long and yet she didn’t even know what he looked like. Now she finally had the chance to see what had intrigued both her and her team mates the entire time they spent on Team Kakashi together.

She reached out to him but hesitated. Was it really ok to take advantage of him like this? There must be some reason why he was so adamant about keeping his face covered, and yet he was so secretive that he wouldn’t even tell her why. Without a legitimate reason to hold her back, why shouldn’t she take a little peek?

Besides, she could always argue that she needed details for the jutsu and she was just gathering required information.

Cautiously, she hooked her fingers under the dark material and eased it down over his nose, inch by inch until it hung loosely beneath his chin. It was then that Sakura’s breath caught in her throat.

There before her, at last, was the long awaited vision of her sensei’s face.

To her surprise, he didn’t look nearly as old as she had always pictured him to be. In fact, some of his features were maybe a little boyish, balanced out by a strong jaw line, aristocratic cheek bones and of course, wild silver hair that made him look ages older than he actually was. His skin was smooth and clear, marred only by the angry scar running from his brow to his cheek through the eye that was still covered by the eye patch. Eager to see all of his face, she pushed that away as well, revealing the eye closed in peaceful slumber. He had a slight tan line from his mask, but it was nearly faded thanks to the absence of sun in this place. He was pale, but not unattractively so and she found herself unable to look away, as if she might wake up and realize she hadn’t really seen his face at all.

He looked serene and peaceful under her spell and she wondered if he was ever equally tranquil while awake. She hoped so, because right now she couldn’t help but think that the man laid out in front of her was absolutely gorgeous.

Without really thinking, she let her hand cup his cheek gently, thumb tracing the raised scar below his eye with awed fascination. His skin was warm against her fingers and she found herself noting that it must be some sort of crime to keep a face like this constantly hidden from view. Kakashi was incredibly handsome, but not in the traditional rugged sense. His features were more refined, and she imagined he would look at home even amongst the upper-class and the well-bred. The hand on his cheek slid lower to his jaw which had a dusting of stubble that was the same silver as the hair on his head. She brushed her thumb lightly over the alluring swell of his lips and found them to be warm and soft. Her heart began to pound as she wondered what they would feel like against her own.

Sure it was wrong, but she would never have a chance like this again. Besides, what they had done in the seedy little back room was wrong too, and yet, it had undoubtedly been the most erotic and invigorating experience she had ever had with a man. With him asleep and unaware, who was going to stop her?

Slowly, she lowered her face to his until they were nose to nose. She could feel his warm breath puffing evenly against her cheek and ran her tongue over her own parted lips in anticipation before sinking the final few inches to brush her lips against his, feeling the silky texture slide across her skin.

Even though he was unresponsive, a spark sizzled up and down her spine at the contact. She wanted to taste more of him and was tempted to slide her tongue past his lips to help herself while she had the chance, when Kakashi murmured against her mouth and shifted slightly beneath her, causing her to jerk back in alarm and fear that he had awoken.

She waited atop him, sitting bolt upright and stiff, waiting for him to open his eyes and ask what the hell she was doing on top of him but it appeared he had only stirred in his sleep, for he continued to breathe deeply and evenly without any other indications that he was about to wake up.

Oh god, she had just kissed Kakashi! And she had liked it! She couldn’t even really say why she had done it other than on pure impulse. She had never thought of him as anything but a mentor before this trip and now she was running around giving him lap dances, tugging off his mask and kissing him while he was asleep.

Although a slight smile tugged at her lips when she thought of how she finally knew what her teacher really looked like. Naruto and Sasuke would be so jealous if they only knew.

She waited a moment more, making sure that Kakashi would remain asleep before letting out a breath she hadn’t even known she had been holding. As much as she wanted to keep staring at his beautiful face, she figured it was time to get down to business.

She slipped the eye patch back over his eye and tugged his mask back into place before making the five signs he had shown her and summoning the chakra to her fingertips.

Gingerly, she touched the pads of her fingers to his temples and let her chakra slip beneath the surface of his skin and into the nerves and synapses that made up his brain. There, she began to insert imagery of all kinds; sights, smells, touch, sounds, all the sensations she could conjure up in her fictional scenario of what would happen if the clothes separating them melted away along with their inhibitions.

She found the task a little more difficult than she had planned. She had hardly summoned her chakra since she arrived in Fuzen Machi and the meticulous and precise process of working on Kakashi’s brain was making it quite apparent that she was out of practice. She didn’t even want to think about how much her combat skills had suffered.

Beneath her, she could feel his heart began to beat faster in his chest, no doubt in response to the graphic stimulus she was sending him. Her own breath was coming in short pants as she tried to imagine the sensation of her fingers dragging over his well sculpted body and transmitted the fictional information into her sensei’s brain.

She was now incredibly grateful for the erotica books Kitsune had insisted she borrow. After her encounter with Tsurenai, she had returned to her room and read through the rest of the book she had started that morning, although that time, she had refrained from any inappropriate fantasizing about her teacher or touching herself. Though she had been incredibly hot and bothered by the time she was done, her knowledge of what could be done in bed besides sleeping had grown immensely, and now she was putting that newfound knowledge to use.

The feel of skin on skin, her hand around his length, her back arching in pleasure, the tight, liquid feeling of him inside her, all of these things she projected into his memory as best she could, using her imagination to fill in the gaps that the book and her own inexperience left. Even though she was trying very hard to concentrate solely on the task at hand, she felt her own body reacting to her thoughts and the fact she was straddling him didn’t help. The space between her thighs was beginning to grow hot and every time she shifted she would rub against his body. The aching sensation inside her was enough to make her wonder what other parts of his body she could explore while he was asleep, but she would never go that far. Sneaking a look at his face was bad enough because in a way, she had violated him. However, it was possible he would never know, considering all of his memories were from his perspective and he naturally wouldn’t be seeing his own face. He wouldn’t know she had burned every detail of him into her memory. The kiss too, would be her secret alone.

With the last memory implanted, the glowing chakra at her fingertips faded away and she reluctantly moved off of him, her body instantly missing his warmth and the dull throb between her legs yearning for more contact. Now all she had to do was wake him up.

She sat beside him cross legged, facing the headboard and his sleeping face. Grudgingly, she placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently, not really wanting to disturb his slumber when he looked so peaceful, especially with what he was in for next.

He was unnaturally slow in waking, his shinobi reflexes dulled by her sleeping jutsu, and it took a moment for his eye to flutter open and for him to get his bearings. His single eye came to rest on her as recollections of what she was doing in his motel room came back to him.

“Sakura?” he mumbled sleepily, wondering why she hadn’t implanted the memories into him, when suddenly the delayed response hit him and everything she had transferred into his brain came to the surface all at once.

Sakura watched his eye widen as the effects of what she had done finally caught up with him and she knew that right about now, he was living out the fantasy she had created.

At first, the images were jumbled, but like any other memory, he was able to sort them out. At first there were just visions and sensations, Sakura’s naked body, the silkiness of her skin under his fingers, pink hair splayed out on his pillow, her arms embracing him as she cried out in pleasure. But then as things began to solidify, he felt his jaw go slack. Just where the hell had she learned the details about doing things like that?

The fantasy started the moment she had put him out, making it seem like instead of falling asleep, other events took place. She leaned in shyly, plump lips parted slightly as she pressed them to his, deepening the kiss almost immediately as her hands moved to tug at the hem of his tank impatiently. In moments, the clothing between them was peeled away, revealing her beautiful body to him and even the false memory of her naked form was enough to make his heart beat faster and his blood rush to an area below his waist. Then she was on top of him, kissing him hungrily as her hand came to encircle a very stiff part of his anatomy, squeezing it teasingly before pumping up and down his length. She alternated long smooth strokes with rubbing her fingers over the head, lubricating him with the beads of moisture leaking from the tip.

Kakashi’s eyes turned to the real Sakura sitting before him, watching him expectantly. She had implanted a handjob? Pure, inexperienced Sakura was giving him a handjob? His cock twitched in his pants as he wondered just what had inspired her to do such a thing and what other sexual acts she had logged away in her brain.

The memory was a little vague on how it had felt, only that it had been quite good, but when she finally abandoned him with her hand and instead moved to straddle him, she had been quite explicit with the imagery of her own body, making every curve vivid in his mind.

And good god was she gorgeous.

Her pale skin was so smooth, stretched taunt over hard muscle but soft in all the right places, and when she steadied herself with her palms on his chest and lowered herself onto him, his cock was at full attention in his pants, uncomfortably stiff in the confined space.

However, when she began to move atop him, things grew a little fuzzy. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped her lips but he couldn’t see her lips form them, in fact, her face blurred in and out of focus the whole time. This was fine considering most of the guys she would be with didn’t give a damn about her face, but Kakashi had always found the sight of a woman’s face contorted in pleasure could be almost as satisfying as his own release. He always watched the faces of his partners, but Sakura had no way of knowing that and probably didn’t even know how she would look in the throes of passion anyway. The faded and blurry spots in the illusion could simply be blamed on alcohol or even the haze of lust so Kakashi wasn’t too worried about it. She continued riding him to completion, her firm muscles working as she bounced up and down, breath coming in erratic pants and moans until she finally threw her head back and cried out a moment before he exploded within her and filled her with his seed with a groan.

The jutsu had worked well as far as he could see. If he was a man just looking for a fuck, he probably wouldn’t question any slight discrepancies as long as he felt satisfied afterwards. The only problem was that he didn’t. There was no post-coital glow, no sleepy relaxation. He didn’t feel like he had just had sex and that was a definite problem.

“So?” Sakura asked nervously. “How was it? Did it work?”

Kakashi tried to pull himself together, ignoring the massive erection in his pants as best he could even though it throbbed painfully and his fingers itched to touch her and see if she was as smooth and soft as her memories made her out to be.

“For the most part. The memories you created were good. The biggest flaw is that I don’t feel satisfied. Men are bound to ask questions if the sex didn’t leave them feeling like they had an orgasm, especially if they are paying a lot of money for it.”

“Oh,” she said, her brow creasing in a frown as she thought over the dilemma. “So what should I do?”

Kakashi sat up, folding his hands in his lap as he casually tried to hide the large bulge there. Fortunately he didn’t think she had noticed it.

“Well, is there a technique you’ve learned in your medical training you could use? Some sort of muscle relaxer and endorphin releaser would probably recreate the feeling the best.”

Sakura was thoughtful a moment, chewing her bottom lip again before nodding.

“Yeah, I think I can do that, although I don’t really know how it feels to be a guy after an orgasm.”

She giggled nervously at her own joke, the tension of the situation obviously getting to her a little.

Kakashi was on the verge of telling her that it was probably a whole lot like being a girl after an orgasm and if there was any question as to how that felt, he’d gladly strip her naked and show her right this moment.

Fortunately his brain was able to tell his mouth to shut up before he said anything that earned him a bone shattering punch or broke the important thread of trust weaved between them.

“Ok, let me try again,” she said, pushing him back down on the bed with a palm to his chest. That gesture alone made the shinobi’s heart race as he thought about her pushing him into the sheets for entirely difference reasons. “I need the practice anyway. My skills have deteriorated a little since I never get to use them.”

“That’s not very reassuring,” Kakashi said warily. She was working on his brain after all.

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry,” Sakura laughed. “It’s just that I wish I had more opportunities to use my chakra and maybe even to spar a little. I feel like I’m getting rusty without practicing every now and then.”

Kakashi could relate. He had actually gone to the outskirts of town to some of the more rural and abandoned areas for a little training himself. It was his duty to keep himself in top condition as a weapon of Konoha and he could understand Sakura’s frustration.

“I’m going to put you to sleep again so just relax,” she announced, moving closer to him and rising up on her knees as she made the hand signs for the simple jutsu.

Just before her cool hands went to his brow, he caught a scent lingering in the air. It was faint, which was why he hadn’t noticed it before, but since Sakura had moved closer he could definitely smell it now. It was the same spicy musk that had overwhelmed him both at the inn all those weeks ago and again in the club. It was deliciously enticing and made him want to pull her down and roll her over on her back and carry out all the naughty fantasies that had been revolving around her ever since he had first caressed her body during the “lesson” he had given her. It wasn’t surprising since the smell was pure pheromones released by her body. She was aroused, no doubt from having to conjure up images of herself screwing his brains out, but was that just her body’s natural response or did it mean something more? Perhaps the idea of having sex with him really did excite her. What if she had been wanting him as badly as he had been wanting her? The thought opened all sorts of doorways that his stubborn mind immediately tried to slam shut. Whether she wanted him or not was irrelevant. He wouldn’t take advantage of his inexperienced student. She only wanted him because she was curious about sex, because she was still young and naïve and didn’t know better than to be fascinated by a dirty old man like himself. Even so, Kakashi couldn’t help but wonder. What if she really did want him?

And then her fingers brushed his forehead and he fell into a mercifully deep sleep, his rampant thoughts and emotions immediately cut short.

With Kakashi out like a light, Sakura once again straddled his hips to get a better angle on what she was working with, but as soon as her weight settled over his pelvis, she gasped softly.

There was something hard and hot poking her that certainly hadn’t been there when she was working on him before.

Apparently her fictional scenario had affected her sensei more than he had let on and he was now sporting a massive erection, one that rubbed against her own arousal when she straddled him like she was currently doing. The only thing separating her body from his, were the layers of clothes they both wore.

Sakura’s mind immediately wandered to dirtier territory, wondering how it would feel to have him against her without the barrier of fabric between them. If that were the case, Kakashi was so deep asleep that she could probably even slip him inside her and satiate both her curiosity and lust without ever waking him. The idea was absolutely absurd considering that those actions would be rape. She almost giggled aloud at the thought of a woman raping a man and Kakashi of all people before shaking her head violently to clear the images, knowing there was something very wrong with her for even thinking about such things in the first place.

She shifted her body slightly, settling on straddling his stomach instead of his hips so she wouldn’t be simultaneously poked and tempted by the hard bulge in his pants and got to work.

The first jutsu was fairly simple and was one she sometimes used on patients with horribly tight muscles. She made the hand signs and placed glowing green palms on her partner’s chest once more, letting her chakra seep below his skin and disperse throughout his body. She closed her eyes and concentrated, targeting his muscles with the green energy and sucking the tension from them.

From the muscles to his neck right down to his toes and out to his fingertips, she made sure not a single bunched muscle fiber remained.

As she worked, he actually let out a pleasured hum as he relaxed under her and practically melted into the mattress. Even in sleep, he was feeling the effects of her jutsu and was obviously enjoying the results. Interestingly enough, her actions relaxed another part of his body as well, for the erection in his pants had disappeared. The process took nearly ten minutes to complete, for not only did Kakashi have a lot of muscle, but an incredible amount of tension as well.

With that done, she moved onto the next order of business. Stimulating endorphins was something she had never done before but she imagined it was the same as ordering the production of any other hormone.

Her eyes remained shut as she searched his body for the glands that produced the chemicals and surrounded them with her chakra. The energy excited the glands and encouraged them to produce their products faster and within moments, she had every endorphin factory in his body working overtime until an adequate amount had been produced.

With the job done, she let her chakra dissipate and the glands returned to normal. Carefully, she unstraddled him and kneeled at his side, taking his pulse and checking other vitals to make sure her invasion hadn’t disturbed anything important. It seemed he was perfectly fit and would wake up feeling relaxed and thoroughly satisfied. She was just about to wake him up when another idea came to her. It wasn’t necessary but it would certainly add to the realism of the situation if Kakashi was supposed to awaken feeling like he had just had a bout of steamy sex.

She lifted the hem of Kakashi’s tank top, exposing rock hard abs beneath pale skin that was flecked with scars of varying severity. She let her fingers ghost over the chiseled musculature, feeling the bumps and irregularities of his scars. He was warm and smooth, the muscle firm beneath her touch and again she was filled with ideas that weren’t exactly appropriate, especially when concerning her long time teacher and current mission partner.

Brushing her impure thoughts aside, she concentrated on pushing her chakra into him and letting it flood his skin. Her energy shimmered over his body, temporarily tinting him green as she worked to stimulate superficial glands. In a few moments, her work was done and the energy faded away, leaving a thin sheen of sweat over Kakashi’s skin. Now he would wake up relaxed, satisfied and sweaty as if he had just finished making love to her.

She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him, causing him to grumble as he regained full consciousness.

As soon as his eye focused on her, she smiled.

“How do you feel?”

Kakashi took a moment to evaluate his body. In a word, he felt good, really good. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this relaxed, and the endorphins she had released were no doubt contributing the delicious glow he was feeling. Even the sweat over his body felt good because it made him feel that this euphoric feeling had truly been achieved by Sakura riding him into next week.

“I feel like I’ve just had a fantastic round of sex,” he said, unable to stop the lazy smile from forming under his mask. “The sweat is a nice touch by the way,”

“Thanks,” Sakura giggled, blushing slightly. “I thought it might add to the realism. Sorry, but you’ll probably need a shower now.”

“That’s fine,” Kakashi murmured, feeling too good to care about something like that. This was undoubtedly the best post-sex glow he had ever had, and he hadn’t even had the actual sex. He wondered if he truly had experienced Sakura humping up and down on him, if he still would have felt this wonderful afterwards.

He decided almost immediately that it didn’t matter how fuzzy he felt afterwards. Seeing Sakura in mid orgasm for real would be the most wonderful thing he had ever seen.

“So, do you think it will work?” Sakura asked, untucking her legs from under her and flopping down on the bed besides him, feeling slightly drained after using so much chakra.

Kakashi pondered the question a moment, carefully assessing his body for anything a fellow shinobi might find strange.

“As long as he’s jounin level or lower, he probably won’t ask questions. He’ll feel too damn good to worry about trivial details. Someone ANBU level who was suspicious to begin with might find some flaws in the memory composition, but even then, the afterglow is so strong, they probably won’t be able to put the pieces together until much later. I’d say you’re ready to try this jutsu on someone in the club.”

Sakura nodded silently, trying not to let her nerves get to her. She would have to invite the man into her booth and interrogate him as she rid them both of their clothing. She’d still have to touch him and make him believe she fully intended to have sex with him. It would be so much easier if she could just get her answers and then knock him out. She knew by now however that nothing was ever that easy.

Finally laying down made her realize how tired she was. It was probably only a few hours from dawn and she hadn’t slept at all. She needed to get back to the club and dispose of her clone so she could get to bed. It already looked like Kakashi was well on his way to drifting off.

“Kakashi,” she said softly.

“Hmm?” came his sleepy reply.

“I’m going to go. I’ll lock the door on my way out.”

“Hmm.”

She smiled at his uncharacteristic laziness, no doubt caused by her jutsu and sat up, swinging her legs off the bed and heading for the door. He didn’t say anything else, not even as she closed the door behind her and headed down the dark corridor of cracked plaster and peeling paint.

As she walked away, she couldn’t help feeling relieved that things were ok between them despite what had happened at the club. It seemed he just had gotten carried away and his hands had acted on their own. Hell, it could have been any other girl and the results probably would have been the same.

For some reason, the knowledge saddened her a little. For once in her life, it would have been nice to be special, even if it was just to her dirty old sensei…who she now knew really didn’t look that old under the mask. In fact, his face belonged on the cover of a magazine somewhere considering how attractive he was, even with the scar bisecting his cheek.

She smiled as she emerged into the night, hugging herself more to try and contain her jumble of joyous emotions than to protect herself from the cold air.

“I wonder if he knows I peeked?” she thought aloud as she made her way back to the club.

Whether he was aware or not, she was glad she had done it, even if it was a bit underhanded. Things that beautiful weren’t meant to be hidden away forever.

XXXXX

The following night, Sakura was far more nervous about performing than usual. She was planning to test out her jutsu on someone other than Kakashi and even though they had established that it was probable that it would be a success, she couldn’t help but worry about the possibilities of being found out.

She sat in the dressing room, her foot tapping nervously as she applied her makeup, which by now was second nature to her. She had just finished painting her lips a shimmering pink that matched her hair when she felt eyes on her and glanced over to find Kitsune watching her with an amused smirk.

“You’re jittery,” she said, crossing her arms over her ample bosom which was barely contained by a sparkly fuchsia push-up bra. “What’s the occasion Hana? You’ve done this a hundred times already.”

“I know,” Sakura sighed, reaching for her tube of mascara and watching Kitsune in her makeup mirror as the redhead moved behind her. “But I had a guy ask me for sex last night and the offer made me think about what good money it would be if I accepted, so tonight, I think I’m going to try it.”

That wasn’t the truth at all of course, but she was hesitant to go into further detail since it related directly to her mission. Besides, it seemed like enough of an explanation for her fellow dancer.

“Oh honey you’ll be fine,” Tora said, overhearing the conversation. “Just make sure you’re the one that’s in charge and not whatever slobbering pig you decide to bed. Just keep your eyes on the prize and up the price whenever you can.”

“O…k…?” Sakura said, feeling even more uneasy. Tora’s hatred of men was no secret but when she put it like that, she couldn’t help but feel like this would be nothing but pure torture.

Then again, her true objective had nothing to do with money.

“Don’t listen to her,” Kitsune said flippantly. “It’s true most of the guys are grabby and stupid. They only care about sticking it in and getting their fix, but every now and then you’ll get a man who really knows his way around a girl’s body and might just blow your mind.”

Her eyes got dreamy for a moment and Sakura remembered the moans she had heard while with Kakahsi. She wondered if Kitsune had been with such a man on that particular occasion.

“Whatever,” Tora said with a roll of her eyes, adjusting the strap on her halter top that couldn’t have been more than four inches of azure fabric stretched taut over her breasts. “Just don’t let him talk you into anything you don’t want to do, especially if he’s not willing to pay a bundle for it.”

With that, she walked away, her high heeled shoes clicking on the cement floor.

Kistune smirked mischievously at Tora’s barely clothed backside before redirecting her attention to the pink haired woman.

“Hey, if you want some tips to make sure you’ll have return customers, I can show you a couple next time we get bananas from the store. There’s this one that sets men off every time. It’s a little tricky to get your tongue moving the right way but with a little practice, I’m sure you’ll have it down.”

“Uh…ok,” Sakura said, trying not to flush crimson at the thought of deep-throating a banana. Really, did this girl have no shame?

“Two minutes ladies,” Dajaku announced, sticking his head in the dressing room and letting his eyes linger far longer than necessary on the bare skin before him. Sakura narrowed her eyes when his gaze shifted to her, daring him to keep staring at her like a piece of meat. Her intimidation tactic worked because his silvery eyes quickly shifted to another bare body before he ducked out and left them alone.

She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth from the light bulbs lining her makeup mirror on her face. She heaved a sigh and let her eyes flutter open, fixing on her transformed reflection in the mirror briefly before bending to buckle her four inch heels. They were an alluring emerald green, the same color as her satiny top and thong.

She sure hoped this little plan went off without a hitch because she certainly wasn’t ready to perform any tricks tonight that could be practiced on a banana.

XXXXX

She found a potential man to practice on immediately. Not only was he wandering the club staring at all the girls as if he were removing their already skimpy outfits in his mind, he was carrying around what looked like a notebook and kept writing something in it, as if he were taking copious notes on all the performers. If that wasn’t suspicious, Sakura didn’t know what was.

As soon as there was a break between songs, she casually made her way into the audience, brushing off anyone else who approached her as she neared the bar where he was currently sitting…right next to Kakashi.

It was obviously a coincidence and Sakura cursed her bad luck. She was nervous enough without having the older man scrutinize her performance, but she sauntered up to the strange man anyway, acting for all the world like she was oblivious to everyone else.

The man looked skittish and insecure, obviously surprised at being approached by the pink haired woman. His beady eyes widened slightly as they fixed on her and his mousy brown mustache twitched as if it was a sensory organ that could help him perceive the world around him. He looked frail and meek and a little out of place among all the burly men milling around the club.

“Hey honey,” she breathed in a carefully cultivated voice that oozed seduction. “Looking for some company?”

He glanced around as if he couldn’t believe he was the one she was talking to, but when her eyes remained fixed on him expectantly, he realized that yes, she really was directing her question towards him.

“Um…n-not particularly,” he stammered, seeming a little shaken by Sakura’s presence.

The observant kunoichi noticed Kakashi’s visible eye narrow slightly, but not in suspicion. She was willing to bet tonight’s tips that a very amused smirk was hiding under the layers of scarves wrapped over his mouth.

“Why is that? You’d rather take notes on all of us and then go home with your little book to keep you company?”

She pressed in even closer, making sure her body rubbed up against him slightly. He felt it and stiffened, obviously not at all comfortable with the situation.

“I-I wasn’t taking notes,” the man said a little defensively. “I was just…”

“Just?” Sakura prompted, leaning in to inspect what was written on the pages before he could shield it from her view. The act conveniently pressed her breast into his shoulder and there was nowhere for him to go to escape it.

To the kunoichi’s surprise, it wasn’t writing she found on the pages of his notebook but sketches, rough sketches of all the dancers in various poses. Some were more anatomical while others focused on details of the face. None of them seemed overtly sexual and all of them were very well done.

“Oh!” she breathed in surprise, delighted and a little intrigued by his pictures. “You’re an artist?”

“Not really,” the man mumbled. “I just like to draw sometimes.”

“I see,” Sakura said, craning her neck to look at the sketches some more but the man had already collected his pages and hidden them in his shabby brown coat that only added to his mousy image.

“Um…sorry,” he said, looking like he was about ready to scuttle for the door but she leaned in to keep him firmly pressed between herself and the bar.

“Now there’s no need for being sorry,” she murmured, glossy lips a hair’s breadth from his ear. “If you want, I can give you something better than just a picture to remember me by.”

The man gasped and Sakura almost felt bad for what she was about to do. The man was obviously had little finesse around women and she wouldn’t be surprised if he had never had sex in his life. Then again, if that was the case, she wasn’t really going to steal his virginity away.

“Come with me,” she cooed, wrapping slender fingers around his wrist and tugging him after her towards the booths. The man followed without much resistance, and when she glanced back, she found he was looking at her with shy curiosity, but as soon as their eyes met, he looked away. Beyond him, Kakashi remained seated at the bar, his head casually turned in their direction. She wondered if he was internally laughing at her predicament. Knowing her lazy sensei, he almost certainly found the scene entertaining.

Juu was standing in front of the booths as always, nodding to Misaki with a warm smile as she pulled a man of her own into a room for a lapdance. When his dark eyes shifted to her, he gave her a toothy and foolish smile.

“Hello Hana,” he said in a rumbling baritone. “The second booth is free if you want it.”

“Actually, I’ll take the one on the end if nobody is using it,” she replied, shooting her uncomfortable looking captive a knowing smile.

Juu looked back and forth from her to the vacant booth a few times with a stupefied expression before nodding dumbly.

“Yeah, it’s free.”

Sakura didn’t say anything else. She just dragged the man after her into the tiny room that barely had enough room for the bed and the shallow chest of draws next to it. One door was slightly ajar and she could see condoms and a bottle of lubricant inside. She had no idea what else the drawers contained and was honestly a little afraid to contemplate it.

She turned to the man who was looking around nervously as if he couldn’t quite figure out just how he had ended up in such a place, small eyes darting about the confined space.

“Now, before we get started, there’s the matter of payment,” she smiled, walking over to him with an exaggerated swish of her shapely hips.

The man fumbled for his wallet and produced several bills that added up to a reasonable amount for what they were supposedly about to do. She had heard the other girls naming their prices for various tasks and his offer seemed within range.

She carefully logged away the information, noting that it conflicted with the man’s shy personality. Maybe he had done this before.

Sakura plucked the money from the man’s fingers and gathered the rest that had been stuffed into her panties, garter and even under the straps of her bikini top. She arranged them into a neat stack and placed them on the nightstand. Her clothes were coming off anyway so her money would need a place to stay in the mean time.

Outwardly, she appeared cool and calm and ever the seductress, but it was only because she was carefully controlling her jittery nerves. The fact that this guy seemed shy and nearly as nervous as she made things easier, but she still remained on guard.

“Let’s do something about this shall we?” she said, stepping forward to tug on his coat playfully.

She made her way behind him and was soon slipping the garment off his shoulders and down his arms. The long sleeved shirt he wore beneath was a similar brown color and she wasted no time in untucking its hem from his pants and running her fingers over his bare skin.

“Take it off,” she whispered.

The man hastily did as she asked while she reached around and deftly undid his belt before spinning him around and pushing him towards the bed.

“Lay down,” she purred and the man complied, dark eyes watching her as he sunk onto the bed, moving with all the grace of a feline cornering a trembling mouse. However, what the man didn’t know is that inwardly, she was trembling as well.

Now that she had him all laid out and ready for her, she realized she might have been a little hasty. She still knew nothing about him and she should have utilized her time better in asking questions while undressing him.

“So, what’s your name baby?” she asked as she moved over him, still clothed in her emerald attire, shoes and all.

“N-Nezu Mishoku,” he stuttered, still tongue tied as he raptly watched her settle over him, no doubt liking what he saw.

“Nezu? That’s a nice name,” she whispered, lowered her body onto him and immediately feeling the hardness of his erection against her stomach. She tried not to flinch at the feeling. She had felt plenty of erections pressed against her during lapdances, but this was the first time she was actually going to see it, touch it without clothing separating their bodies. He apparently was already rearing to go despite all his shyness, but the kunoichi wasn’t quite done with questioning him yet.

“What brings you all the way to Fuzen Machi,” she cooed as her fingers began to trace patterns over his pale and slightly pudgy stomach. “Surely you didn’t come all the way here just to draw pictures.”

The man’s eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of her cool fingers tickling his skin.

“I was here to meet with a client,” was all he said before sighing breathily as her index finger circled his navel.

“Oh, a client?” she murmured, feigning innocent excitement as her fingers dipped briefly beneath the waistband of his pants. “What kind of business are you in?”

Touching this man was like going against every instinct she had. She didn’t want to run her fingers over his skin or shift against his erection. She wanted to get the hell out of here and away from this timid and unattractive man, but she forced herself to keep her emotions in check and did her best to pretend that she was enjoying every moment of this.

Nezu breathed in sharply when her fingers slipped under his pants again, this time venturing low enough to brush against coarse, wiry hairs. Apparently he had foregone underwear today.

Was that just a coincidence or was he planning on ending up in bed with a woman tonight?

“I-I…”

Apparently her actions were making it harder for him to think. That’s exactly what Sakura wanted because he was more likely to slip up and spill any crucial information he had if he was thinking with the head in his pants and not the one on his neck.

“I’m an intermediary for my boss,” the man finally finished as her hand slipped free of his pants and began to slide the zipper tab down.

“Is that so,” she asked as if the conversation was the most interesting she had ever had, watching his face carefully to check for signs that he was lying and to take her mind off what her hand was touching. His eyes were closed and his breath was coming in short, harsh pants. He didn’t seem to be holding anything back.

“So what do you transport between the client and your boss, baby?” she whispered as she began to edge his pants down over his hips. “Information? Money? Beautiful women?”

Her last suggestion seemed to make him pause and he opened his eyes to look at her curiously.

Sakura merely smiled back, biting her lip slightly as she gave one last tug, allowing his erection to spring free of his pants. She left his pants bunched around his knees, partly because she knew she wouldn’t be able to get them over his boots and partly because they immobilized him. The man seemed harmless enough but she didn’t want him making any sudden moves.

He seemed hesitant in his answer and Sakura knew he would need more motivation to speak. She didn’t want to have to touch him like this but she had few options.

With a shaky breath, she grasped him in her hand, feeling his shaft pulse hot against her fingers. She swallowed back her nervousness and disgust as she gave a light squeeze which caused him to moan softly, head turning restlessly on the grubby pillow.

This wasn’t the first time she had seen this particular part of the male anatomy. The hospital gave her plenty of opportunities to see male genitalia, most of them flaccid but a few erect. She was by no means an authority on the matter, but when compared to her modest knowledge of the average shape and size, she found him to be a bit under average and certainly none too impressive. However, considering this was the first time she had taken a man in her hands and touched him intimately without clothing in the way, she was more concerned with loosening his tongue than sizing him up.

And it appeared her objective was working.

His hands had fisted in the mattress as his body tensed. A small strangled sound escaped his throat as she began to move her hand up and down, pumping him gently as she tried to wheedle more info out of him.

“Come on, what’s the big secret? Who is a girl like me going to tell?”

When he still seemed reluctant, she leaned forward without releasing him from her hand and whispered, “If you can’t even tell me something like this, how do you expect to be comfortable when you’re inside me?”

He was hard and hot, a strange juxtaposition of soft and rigid. She let her thumb slide over the head of him, smearing the milky liquid that had accumulated there around the swollen tip. The thought of what she was actually touching grossed her out a little but she had done worse things before. She just had to keep calm and maintain composure because she knew the little mouse beneath her was on the verge of cracking. It would all be over soon anyway.

“My boss deals in opium,” he whispered, his voice sounding strained as she ran her thumb over his tip again.

Bingo.

“Is that so? How exciting?” Sakura cooed.

She wasn’t disappointed that he probably wasn’t involved in the kidnapping, If he had been, she would have been surprised to discover a timid man like him had a hand in stealing away the Wet Dreams’ dancers. It was the fact that she had exerted power over him to get him to talk, and not by threatening him with her fists. She had seduced him and he had fallen prey to her womanly wiles. Sure she had done it before while on this mission but now she held his most vulnerable part in her hand and he had talked because of it. The power was enough to make the act just a little less revolting.

“Is he a big name in the business?” she asked as she continued stroking him gently, curious to see just how much information she could squeeze out of him. Now that he was actually talking, she could focus more on his words than on the flesh she gripped in her hand.

“People have heard of him,” he uttered in a choked moan, thrusting his hips slightly against her hand.

When he didn’t go on, she squeezed him with a little more aggression.

“What’s his name?”

He left out a soft cry, his back arching slightly against her ministrations.

“Kitakawa,” he gasped mindlessly. “Temaki Kitakawa.”

Indeed, Sakura had heard of the man. He was big in the underworld. He was some big shot in Rock Country who made millions dealing the opium that was produced in the northern borders of Grass. He had numerous high level shinobi working for him, some that were even in bingo books, making him hard to stop. Sakura didn’t know the details of his operations but then again, she had never heard of anyone in Konoha being assigned on a mission to stop him. Few clients were willing to pay for what would surely be an unranked mission, especially since it would take a small army of ninja to bring him down. Either Nezu’s boss was so powerful that it didn’t really matter who was aware of his activity, or the man was past the point of rational thought thanks to the handjob she was giving him. She liked to think it was the latter. If she had to do something like this, it damn well better be effective.

But the time for questioning was past. She had gleaned enough info to know that he was nothing more than a sniveling minion to a drug lord with a knack for drawing strippers and not the kidnapper they sought. Now came the moment of truth.

“Hmm, I have heard of him,” she said in response to his question, releasing him from her grip and moving to straddle his stomach, his erection hot resting lightly against her rear. “Does he treat you well?”

“There are worse people I could be working for,” was all he could manage.

Sakura smiled coyly.

“Well baby, I guarantee it won’t be half as good as how I’m going to treat you.”

As she spoke she reached around and tugged the ties of her top loose, letting the garment fall away. The emerald hue looked brownish under the dim reddish light and her own skin took on a pink glow, but it clearly didn’t make her naked breasts any less captivating if his awed expression was anything to go by.

He was riveted, staring at her bare chest as if he had never seen a pair before. Perhaps he hadn’t.

“C-can I touch them?” he stammered out shyly, his eyes glued to the soft curves.

Sakura would have preferred he keep his hands to himself but the more preoccupied he was, the better.

“Sure, just play nice.”

Hesitantly, his hands came up to cup the firm flesh. He seemed intrigued by the way the small mounds molded into his palms and he began to squeeze and knead them lightly, thumbs rolling over stiffening nipples. Sakura however, derived no pleasure from his actions. His hands were cold and clammy and his ministrations awkward and clumsy.

“They’re so soft,” he murmured appreciatively and Sakura giggled as she leaned over him.

“How do you want me?” she whispered, her lips almost touching his as she stared into dark, lust filled eyes. While he was distracted, she was stealthily making the hand signed for the sleeping jutsu against her abdomen. “Do you want me on top? On my back? Doggystyle?”

“Ride me,” he whispered hoarsely, his hands still squeezing her breasts. “Please, ride me until you come.”

“Alright baby,” she said, finishing the last hand seal and bringing glowing fingers around to his temples. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

The man never knew what hit him. The second her fingertips made contact with his skin, his hands dropped away from her body heavily and his eyes slid shut. His breathing evened out signifying he was in a deep sleep and Sakura could start with the next phase of her plan.

She let out a sigh of relief, wiping the hand that had been around him on his pants, and began forming the more complex series of signs for the memory jutsu, moving slowly so as not to make a mistake. When her fingers were once again glowing a soft green, she pressed them to his temples and began filling his mind with images of her atop him, his member wedged deeply inside of her. It was odd conjuring up such explicit images of her own body but this was no time to be modest. She tried to input every detail from the sound of her breathless moans to the bouncing of her unrestrained breasts. Ten minutes later, the false memories were transferred.

The next set of jutsu went fairly quickly, the hardest part being over and done with. With a few quick hand signs and a flood of chakra, he was relaxed, high on endorphins and sweating lightly. As an afterthought, she sped up his heart rate and knocked the wind out of him as well so he would be panting for breath when he awoke.

She was just about to wake him up when she took her own appearance into account. The so called “middle man” looked like he had just run a mile while she still looked pristine. Chances were he wouldn’t notice the details, especially since he was a civilian, but there was no harm in being careful.

She ran fingers through her hair until it was messy and pressed her hands to her flat belly, administering the same sweat inducing jutsu on herself until her skin was glowing with a thin layer of moisture.

She stripped off her bottoms and laid down beside him just as the fatigue was starting to hit her. With all the chakra she had just expended, she didn’t even have to act like she was tired. Neither she nor Kakashi had taken into consideration how drained this would leave her and it was becoming apparent that she would only be able to do this once a night since her chakra couldn’t replenish fast enough. Then again, the girls usually only bedded one man a night anyway, because even though condoms were used, no man would want sloppy seconds, unless the woman was Tsurenai and then the men didn’t give a damn as long as they got to fuck her.

Although the sheets probably weren’t very clean, she had the urge to just lay still and surrender to sleep, but considering she was completely naked next to a perfect stranger who was also totally naked save for the pants around his ankles and his shoes, that was not an option. Wearily, she reached up and shook his shoulder until he was awake.

“Don’t go drifting off on me now,” she smiled, propping herself up on one elbow and watching him carefully as he assessed how his body felt. This was the single most important moment. Would he believe that the memories in his head were real?

A dreamy smile formed on his lips, no doubt caused by the endorphins in his blood stream and the images in his brain of her riding him like an animal.

“Wow,” was all he said.

“Glad you’re satisfied,” she giggled, secretly feeling a wave of relief wash over her. Her little scam had worked, at least on a civilian class man, but it was the first step in establishing that the plan was plausible. Now she could get the hell out of here.

With some effort, she managed to sit up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, pulling on the tiny thong she had so recently abandoned.

“Come visit again sometime,” she called over her shoulder as she tied her top back in place and grabbed her money off the nightstand. “Maybe I’ll even let you draw me any way you want.”

With that, she unlocked the door and slipped back into the cacophony of noise and flashing lights, leaving the satiated man to clean up after himself. Her eyes immediately flicked to the bar and she saw that Kakashi was still there, chatting idly with the pretty blonde bartender who was mixing him a drink. For some reason, she felt her chest tighten a little as Kakashi said something that made her laugh. No, she wasn’t jealous. What right would she have to be jealous when she had just been naked next to another man? Why should she be jealous regardless? This was a mission and they were simply partners. Nothing more. Even if he had felt her up in a motel room, received a steamy lap dance from her and had images of the two of them having passionate sex floating around in his brain, they were still just partners.

At least that’s what she was going to tell herself for now.

Juu smiled foolishly at her as she exited the room.

“Have a good time Hana?”

“Yeah, he wasn’t half bad,” she laughed breezily before slipping away into the crowd.

In reality it had been horrible. She had experienced worse things and it was nothing she couldn’t get over but she had not enjoyed jerking off a perfect stranger in exchange for information, even if the feeling was empowering.

She could almost feel him still pulsing against her fingers and reminded herself to wash her hands the first chance she got.

She purposely walked by the bar making sure Kakashi saw her. The girl behind the counter was one Sakura had never seen before and she wondered if she was new. The bar tenders, while all female and all beautiful, never lived at the club, nor did they usually last very long. She supposed they all had homes or at least chances of a better future and took it. Sakura had never talked to any of them before since they were only around during business hours and didn’t make the effort to converse with her either.

She caught Kakashi’s eye and winked at him, signifying that everything went according to plan and he gave her a nearly imperceptible nod in response before going back to talking with the bartender. She was already too far away to tell, but she wondered if his eye was fixated on her face or the bountiful cleavage produced by a very low cut shirt and probably an impressive push-up bra.

As she made her way back to the dressing room to touch up her makeup and fix her hair she figured he was probably stealing glimpses of both. He was a first class pervert after all and with a rack that impressive, how could he not take a peek.

Once inside the small room, she took at look at her own modest breasts in a makeup mirror. Of course he would look at the bartender. After being stuck with her who barely had a handful of tits to begin with, he probably pounced on the chance to drink in the sight of a voluptuous pair of boobs.

She thought she had come to terms with her body but she found that every now and then she was still insecure. The man she had seduced tonight seemed to truly adore her small assets and for some reason, she secretly wished Kakashi would look at her the same way. If an experienced man like him found her beautiful, then she might be more confident. But after their talk the other night, it seemed raging hormones were the cause of the event in the small, dimly lit booth rather than an actually attraction to her.

As she brushed out messy pink strands, she paused mid stroke, wondering why she really cared about it either way. An attraction to her would only complicate things and lord knew they were already plenty complicated.

If Kakashi thought she was attractive at all, it would probably be purely in the physical sense and only because she had been transformed by makeup and hairspray and a revealing outfit. She knew deep down she wanted to be admired for all of her attributes, her brains, her strength, her capabilities as a kunoichi. She wondered if Sasuke would even give her the time of day, let alone like her for all these things. But maybe, just maybe, a more feminine appearance would open his eyes to the rest of what was beneath the surface.

She set down her brush and picked up an eyeliner pencil.

If she wanted Sasuke so bad like she had believed she had since before she was in the academy, why was Kakashi constantly occupying her thoughts? It could be that they were around each other so frequently that it was only natural. Or was it that maybe, just maybe, she was growing attached to her perverted sensei?

The thought gripped her chest and made her breath catch but before she could ponder it further, the door opened and Dajaku poked his head in.

“Everything ok in here?”

“Yes, fine,” Sakura answered, although she wasn’t sure if it was true.

“Well, get back out there. I have customers asking about you,” he said, silvery eyes roving her form shamelessly even after all the warning glares she had given him.

Sakura’s eye’s narrowed dangerously.

“I’ll be out in a moment,” she said coolly in a steely tone that said if he tried to rush her, he would be sorry.

“Alright, alright. Just hurry it up,” he said dismissively, tearing his eyes away from her and retreating back into the club, shutting the door behind him.

Sakura sighed and looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if it was even humanly possible for her to be attracted to Kakashi who was after all, a decade and a half older than herself.

She went about fixing her makeup quickly, contemplating the possibility that she was going completely out of her mind.

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I hope this has sarisfied you desire for some smut, at least for a little while. Please tell me what you thought of this chapter since it took a long time to write and was full of complicated stuff. I hope I got it right.

To those that won a oneshot from me from my livejournal game, I will really try to get them done before I'm old and gray. At least its's summer so school wont be an issue, but the two weeks I'm visiting family in San Francisco and going to Anime Expo will be.