Stripped Bare

Hey everyone. Sorry this update took so long. It was a lot for my poor beta (for whom I am eternally grateful).

I’ve really been enjoying all of your reviews, especially your guesses as to what is going to happen next. Keep the guesses coming because some of them have actually sparked ideas as to how this story is going to progress.

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Stripped Bare- Chapter 17

Sakura’s ascent to full consciousness was gentle and leisurely, her mind lingering in the realms of her dreams as if hesitant to return to reality. Before even opening her eyes she was aware of the wonderfully relaxed state of her body, her muscles free of tension in a way they hadn’t been for some time. Next she registered the sensation of warmth enveloping her, the majority of the heat pressed to her back, and she slowly realized that another body was molded against her own, an arm thrown over her shoulder and a leg over her thigh, tangling her up with whoever was behind her. Her thoughts were unusually muddled and fuzzy, but when she shifted slightly, a dull pain between her legs brought everything back into sharp focus and the memories of last night flooded her mind.

She had made love to her teacher right here in this bed and it had been by far one of the most erotic, euphoric, amazing things she had ever experienced as he took her to the heights of pleasure first with his tongue and then again during the joining of their bodies. She was a virgin no longer because of his actions…because of her request, and the notion was strange to her after having lived so many years with the stubborn mentality that she was saving herself for the only man she had ever to loved.

But Sasuke hadn’t been the first to bed her, Kakashi had, in a heated but tender exploration of her body. He had obviously sought to put her pleasure before all else, and for that she was grateful, for the way he had so thoroughly caressed every inch of her body still made her tingle.

She cracked her eyes open at last, finding Kakashi had left the light on, and with the curtains drawn the dim bulb was the only source of light in the room. The clock on the nightstand told her it was a little after six in the morning but she somehow felt wide awake, having gotten a better night’s sleep than she had during her entire time in Fuzen Machi.

She heard Kakashi mutter in his sleep behind her, his hand shifting to rest low on her abdomen, long fingers splayed out just short of brushing the small patch of pink curls crowning her mound. His breath blew softly on the back on her neck in a steady rhythm, betraying that he was still deep asleep, but his unconscious movement turned the tingling sensation on her skin into a slow burn.

She wanted him again.

She wriggled out of his grasp which was no easy feat considering how tangled up they’d become. Kakashi continued on in unusually sound sleep, rolling on to his back with a sleepy grumble while Sakura hovered above him.

The sheets were draped over him loosely, his bare torso and face the only parts uncovered. His handsome features looked tranquil in sleep and his wild silver hair was even more disheveled. To Sakura’s slight annoyance, his unruly hair served to amp up his sex appeal rather than diminish it, which was quite unfair considering her long pink hair was probably an unsightly rat’s nest after being drenched in the rain and then the already prominent tangles slept on, creating a horrific case of bed head.

However, something else about him immediately caught her attention as her eyes drifted down his body. Something was jutting up beneath the pale sheets, the tent oriented directly over where she surmised his groin to be.

Even if Kakashi wasn’t awake, another part of him was.

Sakura never would have exhibited such naughty behavior before this mission, but somewhere along the line she had changed, becoming more mischievous and curious about all things sexual. Having been denied a peek at him last night, she peeled the sheet covering him away to reveal a very naked Kakashi, manhood fully erect and jutting proudly into the air.

If ever there was a perfect specimen of the male genitalia, Kakashi’s had to be it. The shaft was thick and smooth, marred only by the veins spiraling along his length, leading up to a mushroom shaped head that sparked heat inside her as she remembered the feel of the hard flesh entering her body. The area was crowned with wiry tufts of dark, silvery hair and she smiled, noting the slightly curly hair was just as wild as the strands on his head.

Her lust flared almost instantly and she tried to justify it by thinking that one night in the sack surely wouldn’t be enough for her to pass as an experienced seductress. Kakashi hadn’t given her the chance to explore his body in the way he had hers. Hell, she hadn’t even gotten a good look at his member before he had sheathed it inside her. She wondered what his skin tasted like, and if all the tricks and tips the girls at the club had given her would work on him. Kistune and Tora had mentioned that a man would do anything if a woman wrapped her lips around his cock, although the busty brunette didn’t seem nearly as fond of the activity as the redhead did.

Kakashi was not an easy man to manipulate, making Sakura all the more intrigued by the thought of bending him to her will, of dominating him in the same way he had taken her the night before. If she was going to be a proper seductress, she would have to learn how to take charge, and there was no better time to practice than now.

She crawled over him, gazing at Kakashi’s swollen member with interest before shifting her eyes back to his face. He was still sound asleep. It looked like her first endeavor would be something of an ambush.

She took him in her hand, marveling at how the skin was so smooth and soft while still being hard. She stroked him gently, feeling his shaft glide through her fingers before letting her thumb run over the head. Kakashi groaned softly, stirring as he began to awaken and Sakura smiled as she lowered her head to lick his tip, sampling his flavor while watching his face. She didn’t want to miss his surprised reaction when he realized just what had woken him up.

Kakashi had been sleeping deeply, his normal shinobi reflexes dulled by a night of mind blowing sex, but even he couldn’t sleep through the feeling of something warm and wet tapping against his cock. Groggily, he cracked open an eye, immediately looking down to find a pink head of hair centered over his groin. His sluggish mind took a minute to process what was going on, but when he saw sparkling green eyes look up at him as Sakura let her tongue circle over his tip, he instantly put the pieces together and realized what was happening.

His eyes widened and he gasped in both surprise and pleasure as she close her mouth over his tip and began to suck softly, instantly sending molten heat through his languid body.

“A-ahh! Sakura?” he moaned, wondering what the heck had gotten into his former student. Last night was supposed to be the only night they shared their bodies with each other for the exclusive purpose of their mission, and yet here she was, looking like a woman straight out of his fantasies, sucking his cock before he had fully awoken. The whole act was very un-Sakura like and, along with his residual sleepiness and the fact that her hot mouth was sending delicious tingles through him, made his feel thoroughly disoriented.

She pulled away just long enough to breathe a sultry, “Good morning, Kakashi,” before closing her mouth around him again, sucking at his tip and letting her tongue glide over the hot flesh.

At first, his skin had tasted a lot like his kiss after he had explored her own sex with his tongue, but she realized she was just tasting traces of last night’s love making. After she had licked her own dried juices away, she discovered he tasted less sweet but muskier, more masculine. It wasn’t really a flavor she could describe but it was certainly one she wanted more of, especially when she saw the effect her actions were having on her sensei.

Deciding to try out a tip Kitsune had given her, she used the hand that wasn’t encircling his shaft to cup the twin sacks beneath, squeezing them gently and noting that her actions indeed seemed to have a desirable effect, for Kakashi groaned again, hands gripping her shoulders, although he seemed unsure about whether to pull her closer or push her away.

She was making him feel so damn good, far better than he would have given her credit for, and somewhere within his hazy mind he wondered if she had honed these skills at the club, using her mouth on other men to extract information. The thought produced a green streak of jealousy as he imagined her doing this to anybody else, but he pushed the thought away, having more important issues to ponder, like why she was doing this in the first place.

“Sakura,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her shoulders. “I thought last night would be our only night together. Didn’t you learn what you needed to—mmm.”

His sentence broke off into a moan as she ran her tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft. She smiled around the thick flesh, loving how one simple action could reduce such a powerful man to a quivering heap.

She let him slide free of her mouth but still continued to pump with her hand as she responded.

“You can’t expect me to know enough after just one night, Kakashi,” she giggled, feeling much more confident than she had the night before. “I want you to teach me more.”

“But Sakura,” Kakashi said, his voice sounding almost pleading. “We shouldn’t—ahh!”

His argument evaporated as he watched her take his tip back into her mouth and proceeded to flick her tongue over the sensitive slit before pressing her limber muscle into it, licking up the precum that had leaked from him.

She could feel him growing even harder inside her mouth, throbbing hot against her tongue. He was still reluctant to give in to her, his poorly timed moral integrity rearing its head again. It was clear that seducing Kakashi Hatake would take some effort.

Memories of all the things the girls at the club had told her about orally pleasuring a man came back to her. She had heard men loved it when a woman took all of him into her mouth, although it was a difficult skill that took practice.

Relaxing her throat just as Kitsune had advised, she began to lower her head, his rigid shaft sliding into her mouth until her lips were almost at his base. She had to fight her gag reflex as he bumped the back of her throat, but his cry of pleasure was more than worth it.

Kakashi could only watch in amazement as she swallowed his entire cock, the slick walls of her mouth closing around him deliciously until his whole length was inside her. His fingers left her shoulders and tangled in her hair, urging her to slide off of him as he desperately tried to remember why he should be resisting. He had agreed to take her virginity the night before, but thought it would only be for one night. Now here she was, without a shred of clothing and his cock halfway down her throat. In actuality, he was thrilled, but a very small part of him stubbornly reminded him that fraternizing with a student was not something that was smiled upon.

She allowed him to pull her off his member until only the tip remained in her mouth, but then slid right back down, earning another strangled moan from her lover as his hands fisted tighter in her hair. She bobbed up and down a few times, loving how it made Kakashi squirm, and when she had all of him inside her, she began to run her tongue up and down his length.

“Oh fuck,” Kakashi panted, feeling her slick muscle slide over his sensitive shaft.

He decided that he really didn’t give a damn what people thought about the two of them together. After all, it wouldn’t matter if none of them ever knew. All resistance fled and the hands in her hair began to guide her up and down, urging her to move faster as he moaned with every flick of her sweet tongue.

Sakura felt him give into her and glanced up to see him reclined back against the pillows, bare torso beginning to glisten with sweat. His chiseled abdominal muscles contracted powerfully, clenching as pleasure rippled through him, and Sakura thought her teacher had never looked sexier. The sight of his wild hair and flushed skin and pleasured expression made her sex quiver in anticipation. She was already wet for him and was eager to feel him inside her again, but she also liked the feeling of having such power over him.

Kakashi watched her bob up and down, mystified by the way she swallowed down his whole length, but he soon had to squeeze his eyes shut, afraid the sight of her would send him over the edge.

He began to arch his hips, thrusting up gently into her mouth as he mimicked what he wanted to do to a different hole, groaning loudly as her tongue once again slicked over him.

Just when he was sure he wouldn’t last much longer, the wet heat around him was suddenly gone and Sakura was pulling away. He released his death grip on her hair as she crawled over him, knowing immediately what she had in mind when she centered her hips over his throbbing member.

“I want to know what it feels like on top,” she purred, confidence boosted by the way he had moaned for her. Even if Kakashi was a man she knew on a personal level, he was still a man who could be swayed by pleasure.

Too far gone to protest, Kakashi watched through lust glazed eyes as she took his member in her hand and aligned him with her slit. She began to press downward, driving him into her body inch by agonizing inch. The Copy nin watched her face as he entered her, captivated by full pink lips parted in a pleasured gasp as slick feminine muscles wrapped around him. When her hips sank down to his base, she could feel his tip bumping against a wall deep inside, filling her completely but doing little to satiate the burning lust that was threatening to eat her up from the inside out.

She braced small palms on his chest, leaning forward to look down at mismatched eyes as she lifted her hips off of him only to sink back down, panting heavily as he slid in and out of her dripping entrance easily. Her long pink hair fell around them in a messy curtain of tangles, but to Kakashi’s eyes, nothing could have been sexier.

They kissed in a hungry clash of lips and tongue, each seeking to devour the other between breathless pants and cries of pleasure. The rhythm of their mouths matched the driving of Sakura’s hips, overtaking them until she felt that even her own heart was beating in time to their love making.

She pulled back, noting that his lips were shiny and wet and slightly swollen from her kiss and for some reason it turned her on to know that she had left her mark on him, even if it was only temporary.

“Sakura,” he growled, his own large hands instinctively moving to squeeze the toned cheeks of her ass, kneading the firm flesh as her hips established a slow and steady rhythm over his cock.

He watched her ride him, thigh and abdominal muscles flexing beautifully with the effort. She was moaning softly every time her body engulfed him, mewling deliciously as he stretched her, filled her, slid against the slick tightness of her vaginal walls. Her deep green eyes were half closed, eyes clouded and sometimes losing focus when he rubbed certain places within her. The sight alone drove the breath from his lungs and the feel of her around him damn near sent him over the edge, but he refused to give in before he was able to watch her climax on top of him, remembering the stunning picture she had made the night before and wanting to see it again from his current vantage point on his back.

She began to pick up the pace, grinding back and forth and Kakashi couldn’t help but urge her on, the hands on her rear assisting in lifting her up and down and encouraging her to move even faster. Her hazy eyes closed at the sensation as she moaned sensuously, last night’s inhibitions and shyness just a dream as she was caught up in the exquisite feeling.

“Oh, Kakashi,” she moaned, fingernails biting into the hard expanse of his chest.

Although he was pushing deep inside her, he felt like he could reach just a little bit further if she would only shift just a little. If his past experiences were right, he could set her up for another mind blowing orgasm.

“Sit up for me,” he rasped, hands moving to rest on her hips and still her movements. The kunoichi obeyed, sitting up straight so she was no longer leaning forward over him. She immediately felt his hard cock shift inside her, rubbing against her cervix as he pushed up into her just a little more.

Her mouth fell open in an inarticulate moan as she felt his hot manhood sink deeper, but when he used his hands on her hips to pull her down as he thrust his own pelvis upward, that moan spiraled into a scream. Her eyes opened wide and stared down at him in surprise, unprepared for the new waves of pleasure assaulting her.

“You like that, baby?” Kakashi smirked, knowing he was as deep as he could physically be in her.

The woman atop him only sobbed as he thrust upward again, making her head fall back helplessly to expose the milky column of her throat. Her hair flowed down her back like a rose colored waterfall, complimenting the blush that had spread over her smooth skin.

She began to grind her hips in desperate circles as Kakashi continued to lift his pelvis while his hands pushed her downward, her impassioned cries mingled with his deeper, raspier moans and reverent utterances of how tight and hot she was and good she felt. She had intended to take charge of him, to dominate him fully, but it seemed the lust they both felt had grown into a monster that neither of them could control. The one in charge now was their mutual passion, powering the smooth undulations of toned muscles and sweat-slicked skin.

Sakura could feel the fire burn once again low in her abdomen, although this time it wasn’t so much a ball of fire ready to burst as it was a constant flow, like a river during heavy rains that continues to flow faster, harder, until it sweeps the whole world away.

“Kakashi…” she whimpered breathlessly, forcing her eyes open to look at him. “I’m gonna…I think I’m…”

It didn’t take much thinking to figure out what she was trying to say, but he found the murmured admittance of her impending climax to be endlessly sexy, and wanted to encourage her to let go as much as he could.

“Do it,” he growled huskily. “Come for me, Sakura.”

She could see those mismatched eyes staring at her hungrily, and even when she closed her own, she could still feel his hot gaze on her. He wanted to watch her fall off the edge, wanted to see her at the pinnacle of pleasure, and though she was still a little embarrassed by the idea, she wanted to give him a damn good show.

The constant waves of desire flowing through her continued to increase in frequency and intensity until everything around her was washed away. With a desperate cry, she came, but it was not the life altering explosion her first two orgasms had been. This one was gentler, less abrupt, but by no means any less pleasurable. It washed over her, through her, leaving her tingling and light headed and a little disoriented.

Kakashi watched his former student reach her peak, marveling at her tight stomach which rippled with her release, her muscles contracting in waves and allowing him to actually see her orgasm physically taking place. Her canal constricted around his cock in the same blissful contractions, pulsing and squeezing and damn near making him come with her, but he gritted his teeth and refused to let his body determine when their coupling would end. He wasn’t done with her quite yet.

Her face looked utterly enraptured, but as she came down from her high and opened her eyes, he did not see the hazy glow of satisfaction he had expected. Instead, there was only hunger and searing heat. She was looking at him like a half starved tigress and he stared right back like a wolf surveying its prey.

“You want more, don’t you?” he rasped, his gravelly voice making the muscles of her womb clench.

Her orgasm had been divine, and in no way lacking, but somehow, it just wasn’t enough. Her body still craved him, needed him, and instead of responding with words, she began to rock her hips against his all over again.

Kakashi growled low in the back of his throat, his cock painfully rigid and ready to burst. If she wanted pleasure, he’d sure as hell give her pleasure. He just wasn’t sure how long he could last with her riding him like a wild woman.

Sakura was unprepared for what happened next. One minute she was grinding sensually on Kakashi’s cock and the next she was on her hands and knees, pussy abandoned and aching to be filled again. She felt his presence behind her and shuddered in giddy anticipation as a broad palm smoothed over her naked back.

“Kakashi?” she whimpered uncertainly, looking over her shoulder to find him positioned on his knees, his free hand pumping his member that was still slick with her juices.

“Shh, just relax,” he assured, black and red eyes roving her naked backside hungrily.

With a tilt of his hips, his hot cock was pressed against her nether lips, rubbing over her clit teasingly before running over her dripping slit. Sakura shifted restlessly, her body too aroused to tolerate much teasing.

And the with one sharp thrust he was buried to the hilt, the sudden invasion causing the kunoichi’s back to arch into a nearly perfect ‘U,’ her head falling back and a primal moan escaping her lips.

Kakashi hissed as he was once more encased inside her young, hot body and immediately began to thrust slow and deep, his hands coming around to cup her dangling breasts while his chest pressed to her back. His breath tickled her ear as he asked how it felt in this position. In actuality, what he was doing felt amazing, but she couldn’t fight down the fresh blush that bloomed over her cheeks. What they were doing was perhaps one of the naughtiest positions she had heard about. He was taking her from behind with powerful thrusts, and though she was embarrassed to be on her hands and knees with her ass offered so wantonly to him, she couldn’t stop the flow of pleasured sighs and sobs that escaped as he penetrated her. Even if this position was dirty, she certainly was enjoying it.

His hands massaged the soft globes, fingers plucking at pebbled nipples until they were fully distended. She could feel his coarse public hair brushing against her rear as well as something soft and fleshy smacking against her with every forward thrust. She knew it had to be his testes, and even though she had squeezed them in her own palm earlier, she flushed at the sound they made when they slapped against her own flesh.

Kakashi pressed hot kisses to the back of her neck, breath coming in harsh pants against her naked skin. There’s was something so deliciously primal about having her in this position, and her awed and needy gasps only drove him to pound into her harder, faster. He had heard the uncertainty in her voice when he had first maneuvered her onto her hands and knees, peering over her shoulder at him with those brilliant green eyes. He knew she would be hesitant to let him take her like this, especially after last night’s traditional position, but the way she was moaning now every time he thrust into her, made Kakashi confident that he had convinced her of the charms this position had, and he wasn’t done yet.

He let one hand abandon her breast and let it drift down her stomach to the place where he was pumping in and out of her body. His skilled hands found her clit easily and began to rub maddening little circles over the sensitive button in time to his powerful thrusts.

Her reaction was immediate and Kakashi chuckled darkly as she cried out his name before her arms gave out, unable to support her weight as the duel sensations of being penetrated and having her clit stimulated tore through her. She buried her face in the twisted sheets, hands clutching the material helplessly as she squirmed and moaned and screamed. Kakashi’s other hand settled on her hip, guiding her to push back into him when he thrust forward, allowing him to slide even deeper into her tight paradise.

“That’s it Sakura, go wild for me,” he encouraged, getting off on every pleasured sound that passed her lips. The way she screamed his name, the way she whimpered in awe at the sensation, the way she moaned in pure, unadulterated pleasure, it was all more erotic and sensual than any other woman he had ever been with. Even the faint scars adorning her body failed to make her soft skin any less beautiful. He was drunk on her and existed in this moment only to be joined with her, to fill her with his very essence and bring her pleasure unlike any she had ever experienced.

Sakura found herself forgetting how to breathe as the searing heat raced along her spin and through her veins. Every stroke of his fingers over her clit sent lightning through her and every bone-jarring thrust of his hips made her hot and dizzy. The star in her belly was burning again and this time she was sure that, when it exploded, there would be nothing gentle about it. It was sure to tear her apart.

She wanted to tell him to slow down before she drowned in the pleasure, overwhelmed by his teeth grazing her shoulder, his lean chest pressed to her back, and those narrow hips crashing into her relentlessly, but it seemed too much to do more than mindlessly cry his name into the sheets. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes from the intensity of it all, and when he let a fingernail scrap over the tender bud at the apex of her thighs, she lost her hold on reality. Her orgasm hit her with more power than a punch to the gut during a sparring match, colors streaking across her vision as she felt her body squeeze tightly around her lover before spasming uncontrollably, every muscle contraction sending raw pleasure through her until her throat was hoarse from screaming.

Her orgasm came without warning, driving the breath from Kakashi’s lungs as she suddenly clamped around him like a vice. He uttered a soft curse and gave in as her body milked the release from him, pouring his hot seed into her demanding womb as she flexed and fluttered around his cock until every drop of his desire had been spent.

He collapsed onto her, sending them both face down into the pillows in a tangle of hair and skin and sweat. She was still trembling as he covered her protectively, hovering over her while pressing lazy kisses to the pale expanse of her back, licking up the salt from her skin and reveling in the fuzzy afterglow.

Gradually, she stopped shaking and her breathing evened out, giving a contented hum as she snuggled into the sheets. The air around them was thick with the musky scent of their sex and the sheets were now damp with sweat. His lips roved over her, pressing warm kisses to her shoulders, back, even her ass and thighs, the sweet sensation making her eyelids heavy. She wanted to fall asleep in his arms again but she knew she couldn’t stay here all day. There were people waiting for her back at the club, and though this had been a nice distraction, a cruel reality faced her outside these four walls. One of her friends was missing and the others could be in danger, and it appeared the only way to save them was to repeat this act with another man.

She slowly rolled onto her back, letting Kakashi adjust so he could settle his weight over her once more. He smiled down at her warmly before dipping his head to kiss her softly, tongue lazily sliding over her bottom lip. She cooed as he trailed kisses to her ear and then finally down to the valley between her breasts where he seemed content to stay, nuzzling the soft peaks playfully.

“I didn’t think we would do this again,” he murmured against her flesh, mismatched eyes gazing at her over gently curving breasts.

“I know, I hadn’t planned on it, but I still had so much to learn…” she trailed off, knowing that neither of them really believed that was her only reason for seducing him into another round of fantastic sex.

Neither said anything for a moment and the silence stretched between them as Sakura tried to delay the inevitable, but she knew she couldn’t stay here forever.

“I should go,” she said reluctantly. “I want to get back before the girls start waking up and realize I’m not there.”

He gave a slight nod, lifting his head and tilting it towards the bathroom.

“You should shower first. You look a little…ravaged.”

His mouth quirked into a sexy smirk, apparently quite pleased that he had been the one to do the ravaging and Sakura’s cheeks colored slightly.

“Ok,” she smiled. “But you could use one yourself.”

“Alright,” he said, lifting himself off her body so she could get up. “I’ll shower when you’re gone.”

To his surprise, she stood and took his hand, pulling him gently.

“Why wait?” she smiled. “Save water and join me.”

Her request was a little timid but she pulled him with enough force to urge him to stand. There was a twinkle in her green eyes that betrayed the fact that saving water was the furthest thing from the kunoichi’s mind, especially when her eyes roamed his nude form appreciatively.

Before he could protest, she practically dragged him after her into the bathroom and he couldn’t help but wonder if he had unintentionally created a sex-loving monster.

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Sakura slipped into the darkened interior of the club, noting that it was nearly as cold within the building as it was outside. Dajaku was probably too cheap to heat the place.

“Good morning.”

And speaking of the money grubbing bastard…

Dajaku stood in the doorway of his office, wearing another expensive looking silk shirt with comb over neatly in place.

“You were out awfully late,” he remarked, tone disapproving.

“I couldn’t sleep after everything that’s happened. I needed to think things over.”

Well, maybe that had been the initial plan she had concocted while still in her own bed, to think things over with Kakashi, not screw his brains out.

“I see,” Dajaku said, clearly not believing her. It was almost like he assumed they had done the deed and had been for some time. His presumptions irritated the kunoichi but she supposed her client assumed that all men thought like that, meaning that women were good for little more than sex and making him money. If he had a female partner, he would probably try and bed her as soon as possible. Sakura had to repress a shudder, as the thought of sleeping with a greasy scum ball like Dajaku made her a little nauseous.

“I should get back to bed before the girls notice I was gone,” she said, not at all in the mood to chat with the club owner. Dajaku nodded but didn’t go back inside his office, his eyes following her until she went into the dressing room and was out of sight.

Sakura walked up the stairs and into the common room to discover Tora sitting on the couch, a book in one hand and an entire bottle of alcohol in the other. Apparently she had raided the bar downstairs again.

She looked slightly tipsy but she still frowned when Sakura walked in, having believed her to be asleep with everyone else.

“Good morning Tora,” she smiled, knowing she had to tread carefully. She didn’t want it to get out that she had been gone all night. If they started asking questions, it could blow her cover. “How long have you been sitting there?”

“An hour or so,” the brunette slurred. “I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d see why Miyabi liked reading this book so much. I should have just asked her while she was here, but now…”

Sakura nodded, knowing the women were still grieving over their missing friend. She too missed the tall woman’s company and though she had vowed to get her back, she had made embarrassingly little progress.

“What about you, Hana? Why are you up so early?”

It had been a little after nine when she left Kakashi’s place ten minutes ago. If Tora had been sitting her about an hour, she could lie and say she had woken up at six or seven and had only been gone a little while, but if Tora even talked to Misaki about it, she’d have some explaining to do since the blonde knew she had in fact left much earlier. Sakura decided to risk it.

“I’ve only been up a little longer than you. I needed to take a walk and clear my head. I couldn’t sleep after everything that’s happened.”

Well, it was true she hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep, but a certain silver-haired man was responsible for that.

Tora nodded, either too drunk or too trusting to question her lie. She took another swig from the bottle and went back to her book, although Sakura was fairly certain she wasn’t really processing anything she was reading. Not wanting Tora to continue with her self destructive behavior, she gently pried the half empty bottle from her fingers.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Sakura said softly.

Tora didn’t fight her but nodded glumly, slumping onto her side and curling up on the couch, still clutching the book but making no effort to read it.

“I want her to come back,” the brunette whispered, voice thick with alcohol and emotion.

“I know,” Sakura agreed, sitting on the couch to put a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder. “So do I.”

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Even after she left, Kakashi’s head was full of nothing but Sakura. His sheets still smelled like her and a long pink strand of hair lay across his pillow. He couldn’t quite believe what had transpired but knew that what they had done hadn’t satiated his lust for her like he had hoped, but fueled it further. Even their steamy encounter in the shower hadn’t quenched his thirst, although he was been rather impressed with her ability to hook a foot over his shoulder while standing. He was so tall that the position put her in a near perfect split, a position he had never tried. He had pressed her against the wall and made love to her all over again under the hot spray of the shower, loving how she was forced to cling to him in her unstable position, or risk slipping and falling.

Tasting her sweetness only whetted his appetite for more, and he knew it would be all the harder to stop himself now. The truth of it was, he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to have her to himself, to force those delicious moans from her lips as he explored her body inside and out.

He hadn’t liked the idea of her sleeping with another man before this, but now the thought ignited a quiet anger inside of him, and that was perplexing. He had no right to get mad. Sure, it wasn’t fair to have to sleep with a perfect stranger, but kunoichi had been called on to do worse things in the name of duty. But he just couldn’t shake the rage that flared every time he pictured those silky legs wrapped around another man’s hips.

He knew this behavior wasn’t normal, and sitting in his room breathing in her scent and reliving the experience of screwing her pretty little brains out wasn’t helping his cause. He hurriedly dressed in warm clothes, including his eye patch, mask and an additional wooly black scarf, and emerged into the cool morning air, noting that the clouds overhead guaranteed another dreary day.

He didn’t really have a destination in mind and proceeded to wander until he found himself in front of the adult bookstore. He went inside without thinking, intending to browse the merchandise and perhaps pick up another Icha Icha novel since he had only brought one with him on this mission, but the second he entered the store he realized this place wasn’t such a good idea if he intended to get his mind off of Sakura. Books depicting various sexual positions immediately sparked his imagination, and in his mind’s eye he could see Sakura and himself engaging in whatever sexual scene was being shown.

He had a feeling his beloved Icha Icha would not serve his cause any better, for whatever woman depicted on the pages would no doubt have long pink hair and green eyes in Kakashi’s mind. He was just about to leave in search of a sex free environment when his ears picked up on a conversation taking place at the front counter.

It was still early enough that the man talking with the clerk was the only other customer in the store, but they were conversing in hushed tones, a pair of handcuffs, which the customer was apparently going to buy, lying between them on the counter. Kakashi could only hear bits and pieces of their conversation so he casually made his way closer to them, pretending to be interested in a certain book. He picked one up and feigned looking through it and the two men paid him no mind. Apparently they didn’t think he could hear them.

“I heard they’ll do anything you ask, even the really kinky stuff,” the customer was saying. Even under his thick coat Kakashi could tell he was extremely slender, scrawny. There wasn’t even a hint of a chakra signature from either of the two men. They were civilians, that much was certain.

“There’s not a woman alive who would do everything I want in bed,” the store owner rasped, his voice hoarse and dry like dead leaves being crushed under foot. Kakashi had a feeling he had smoked one too many cigarettes in his lifetime.

“No, but that’s the thing, these girls will. It’s like you control them. They’re pretty much your personal sex slave and will give you whatever you want, no questions asked.”

The Copy nin made sure to keep up the appearance that he was completely absorbed in the book in his hand, but the couple most definitely had his full attention now.

“Sounds like a myth to me,” the clerk snorted, as he rang up the other man’s purchase on a shabby cash register that looked like it had seen better days. “Where the hell would I find a girl like that.”

“I met a man that deals in the slave trade,” the skinny man said, pushing long, scraggly hair from his eyes. The dirty brown strands were pulled back into a ponytail but the shorter pieces had worked their way free and fell into his face.

“Yeah? How much would one of these mythical women cost me?” the portly clerk asked, placing the handcuffs in a discreet brown paper bag as he looked at his customer skeptically, clearly not believing a word of what was being said.

The slender man’s shoulders slumped.

“Well, he didn’t go into detail but he said prices started at two million, more depending on the girl’s looks and if you wanted something specific.”

The clerk erupted into a fit of laughter which sounded more like he was wheezing and sputtering.

“Two million? Hell, even if these women do exist, they’ll still always be a myth for me. Two million, who has that kind of cash?”

The customer seemed to feel a little foolish after being so blatantly laughed at. He took his purchase and without another word scuttled out of the shop.

If this wasn’t a gift from heaven above, Kakashi didn’t know what was. Perhaps what the man had said really was just a fictitious story and was completely unrelated to his current mission, but maybe it wasn’t. Kakashi had to be sure.

Looking as casual as possible, he put down the book and walked out of the shop, immediately spotting the man in his dark coat. It appeared he was planning to eat at a grimy little pub. Not believing his luck, Kakashi followed his target inside and watched him sit at a booth in the corner, placing his brown bag on the seat beside him and picking up a ragged plastic menu.

It had to be now or never and Kakashi had no intention of letting this opportunity pass by.

Walking with nonchalant ease, he slid into the booth opposite the man in the coat.

“Uh…can I help you?” the man asked, water blue eyes wary and body tense as he eyed Kakashi suspiciously over his menu.

“Yes, you can actually,” Kakashi said warmly, smiling though his mask and scarf prevented it from being seen. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation at the bookstore and was wondering—”

“Ah, so you’ve come to laugh at me too?” the skinny man scowled, seeming to withdraw slightly into the bulk of his dark coat as if it would protect him from ridicule.

“On the contrary,” Kakashi replied, knowing he had to tread carefully or risk driving the man away. He had to be aggressive but not too aggressive, and sincere enough to assure than man he didn’t want to mock him. “I am quite interested in the prospect of a wholly…obedient woman. There are few that would partake in what I would ask of them.”

The man’s eyes narrowed as he considered Kakashi’s request. The Copy ninja had changed his demeanor slightly, sounding more business-like and sophisticated. Anyone who didn’t know him might guess he was from a wealthier background than a simple Konoha ninja and that served his purpose if he was inquiring about a purchase that was no less than two million dollars.

“The way you say it, you make it sound like you planning on collecting a women to do your dirty work,” the ponytailed man said, crossing his arms over his chest defensively in gesture that told Kakashi he was clearly not convinced.

The shinobi chuckled lightly.

“No, no. It’s nothing of that sort. My taste in bedroom activities range on the more…exotic side.”

The man opposite him shrugged.

“So what? The whores in this town will do just about anything if you pay them enough.”

Kakashi shook his head.

“There are some things even money won’t persuade a woman to do.”

His target’s expression shifted from wary to slightly curious, obviously unable to think of anything so degrading, horrifying or disgusting.

“Now you’ve gone and made me curious,” he grumbled. “All right, tell me what you’re planning on making these women do, and I’ll tell you what I know.”

Kakashi inwardly smirked as his fish took the bait. He looked around as if to make sure there was nobody close enough to hear him before leaning forward and whispering descriptions of acts so dirty, even Icha Icha wouldn’t dare publish them.

The man’s pale blue eyes widened as his jaw dropped in disbelief.

“You sick bastard.”

The Copy nin shrugged.

“Hey, everyone has their personal preferences. I kept my end of the bargain, now keep yours.”

The man regarded him thoughtfully and for a moment, Kakashi was afraid he was going to go back on his word.

“Show me your face,” the man finally said. “I have a hard time trusting a guy who covers half his face.”

“I’m sorry,” Kakashi said diplomatically. “I don’t show my face in public ever since an accident I had a few years back. It’s not a pretty sight under the scarf. It’s another reason I have trouble attracting women.”

His lie was smooth, flowing from his lips without a hitch and the man bought into it. Nodding slowly as he pieced together what little information he thought he knew about the man in front of him.

“Alright,” he finally agreed. “I don’t know much but I’ll tell you what I can. Apparently some big shot with way too much money thought it would be a good idea to take women and tamper with their brains until they’re incapable of refusing a man’s request. I don’t know how the process works but apparently they can be mentally wired to respond to one man and one man only, like a personal slave.”

“Fascinating,” Kakashi said, as if liking the idea when in reality he was quivering with anger and revulsion. What the hell gave anyone the right to think they could take away the free will of a woman in order to transform her into nothing more than a sex toy? “Where do these women come from? And can I specify hair color, body type and the like or do I get whatever they have handy.”

The man shrugged.

“Like I said, I don’t know much. I assume they take girls that won’t be missed if they suddenly go and disappear. As for specifics, all I know if that the more details you add, the more expensive they get.”

“I see,” Kakashi said as the wheels in his head turned rapidly, fitting this new information with what he already knew and was shocked at how perfectly the pieces seemed to fit.

He pretended to glance at the clock on the wall and be dismayed at the time.

“I would love to talk about this more but I have a prior engagement. Would you care to meet me later tonight at a club? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Well I don’t—”

“The club Wet Dreams, have you heard of it?”

“Sure. I’ve been there a few—”

“Wonderful. I’ll meet you there around eleven, and I’ll make sure one of the girls there takes good care of you for your troubles.”

The man seemed to perk up at the silver-haired man’s promise.

“A lapdance, huh? Can you get me the purple-haired babe? She’s always too snobby to give me the time of day when I go.”

“No, I have someone far better planned for you. She’s a goddess. She has the most beautiful pink hair and green eyes I’ve ever seen. And her legs…”

“Pink? I don’t remember a pinkie working there.”

“She’s new,” Kakashi stated. “And trust me, she’s well worth it.”

The promise of female company without the cost was too enticing to resist.

“Okay, fine. Tonight at eleven, although I’m telling you, I don’t know much about the whole operation.”

Kakashi stood and tipped his head graciously before exiting the building.

Even if the man claimed he didn’t know much, he could possibly put him in contact with someone who did, and if the man did indeed have secrets hidden behind those watery blue eyes, a certain pink haired dancer was going to do her best to pry them out of him.

XXXXX

Sakura had just finished lining her eyes with a kohl pencil when her cell phone buzzed. She looked around, making sure nobody had heard it vibrate before flipping it open under her dressing table and discreetly reading Kakashi’s message.

I have a man you need to question tonight. Ask him what he knows about local slave trade. Come see me at the bar after your first dance. Meet me in the woman’s bathroom afterward.

Her first impulse was a faint tinge of disappointment that the message was mission related and not full of words stating how he had liked their time together or how he missed her.

Sakura shook her head to clear away the silly thought. Of course it was going to be mission related. Hell, even having mind blowing sex with him was mission related and she would do well to remember that.

Well, at least she wouldn’t have to spend the night wasting time with men she randomly chose because they merely looked suspicious.

She tucked her phone into the drawer of her dressing table, making sure to hide it under various cosmetics before picking up her mascara and adding several coats to her eyelashes, putting the finishing touches on her dark, smoky make up.

She was wearing one of Jitsu’s outfits today since all of hers were dirty and the only girls her size were Jitsu and Misaki. The curly haired blonde, however, seemed as opposed to doing laundry as she was.

“Five minutes to show time, girls!” Dajaku called, sticking his head into the dressing room and lingering even after he had made his announcement.

Sakura sighed and picked up a tube of shimming pink lipstick, her thoughts drifting once again to Kakashi. Why was it that the only man she wanted to give a lap dance to now was him?

The thought of sitting in his lap and grinding over his erection sparked a heat between her thighs and she pressed them together in an attempt to smother it. She had to focus now, because if the man she was about to question turned out to be the lead they had hoped for, she couldn’t afford to screw this up, not when Miyabi’s life could be depending on it.

XXXXX

Kakashi saw his target enter at two minutes to eleven. The club had just opened and was not yet packed, just as he had planned. He knew it would be much harder to spot his ‘date’ through the crowds. The man was dressed just as he had been at the pub, a long black coat and his stringy hair pulled into a messy ponytail.

Kakashi waved him over and motioned for him to sit at the empty bar stool adjacent to his.

“Glad you could make it,” Kakashi said, offering a gloved hand for the man to shake.

The man nodded and grasped the hand presented to him. Kakashi noted his handshake was weak, almost limp. Apparently he didn’t enter into a lot of business deals or he would have known the importance of a strong handshake.

The shinobi signaled the waitress, ordering a bottle of sake before turning back to his target.

“So,” Kakashi said, staring at the man levelly. “Who do I see to get myself one of these…products.”

The man picked up on his subtlety, understanding that there were other people around and they needed to be discreet.

“I heard the man in charge of the operation doesn’t like to meet with people directly. Apparently he’s an upstanding individual in the public eye and he can’t afford to tarnish his public image.”

“I see,” Kakashi mused, wondering if it was a man he had heard of and maybe even respected who had such a dark and disgusting secret. “So who do I meet with instead?”

“You’d have to meet with one of his assistants. I actually know one of them so I can get you an appointment…but it will cost you a little if you know what I mean.”

Kakashi nodded. Of course there was a price. There was always a price when it came to shrewd men like this, and chances were it probably wouldn’t come cheap either.

“That sounds fair, but I’d like a little more information before I strike a deal. I’d like to know what I’m getting myself into,” the shinobi replied as their bottle of sake arrived and he graciously poured the man a shot.

“Hey, I told you already that I don’t know a lot,” the man said, tipping his head back as he downed the burning liquid. “The guy I know doesn’t like to talk about this with anyone who isn’t seriously considering making a purchase. This is the kind of stuff that even the black market wouldn’t approve of, if you know what I mean.”

If this operation truly consisted of brainwashing women, he could certainly see why that would be the case.

He was just about to ask another question when the music faded and Dajaku’s voice rang out in the smoky gloom of the club, signaling that the show was about to begin.

“Good evening gentlemen. Tonight, you will see exotic and sensual creatures unlike any this town has ever seen.”

A chorus of masculine cheers erupted, clearly excited about the prospect of naked flesh before them.

“All of your deepest desires will be brought to life on this stage tonight. Now, without further delay, I give you, the ladies of Wet Dreams!”

The colorful lights flashed as the music began to pulse, low and sensuous. From the main stage, Kitsune emerged, followed by Misaki, both moving like liquid despite their high heels.

“I wouldn’t mind a go with that little one,” the man beside Kakashi said, nodding in Misaki’s direction as she mounted the center pole. “I’ve always had a thing for the young ones.”

Kakashi tried not to cringe, wondering just what else the sick man beside him was into when Sakura appeared from behind the curtain, suddenly making his blood run hot and his pulse quicken. She looked absolutely divine.

Her hair was loose, and perfectly straight, falling to her middle back. Her top was a shimmering white corset, so short that is was probably only four inches wide, barely covering what needed to be covered. It was trimmed in silver and when she turned around to grasp her pole with pole hands, Kakashi could see a silver cord laced up the back. That hardly seemed necessary though when he spotted the zipper in the front. He could just imagine taking the tab at her collarbone between his teeth and easing it downwards until her top separated and revealed those perfect breasts.

“Is she the one?” the target asked, his voice giddy and eager in a way that set Kakashi on edge.

“Yeah, she’s the one,” Kakashi said through gritted teeth, transfixed by her behind swaying back and forth hypnotically. The thought of anyone else grabbing her tight, toned ass made his jaw clench in anger but he had to calm down. This was just for the mission. He was a professional and he could handle this.

At least, that’s what he told himself. The sight of her dancing made heat flare inside him at the memory of how that smooth skin had felt under his fingertips. And the panties she was wearing certainly didn’t help. The thong was white, just like her top, and the back triangle just above the cleft of her ass laced up with silver cord just like her corset.

She turned around with her back to the pole and slid down slowly, letting her legs open up until her cloth covered crotch was exposed for all to see, revealing a little silver bow centered at the upper edge of her panties, her rear resting atop four-inch silver stilettos.

If that wasn’t bad enough, she began to bounce gently, grinding just like she had been while on top of him in his bed earlier that morning. Kakashi let out a shaky breath as he felt his cock harden inside his pants. He was totally sure now that sleeping with his student had only made his infatuation with her worse.

She closed her knees before anyone had really finished staring at her and gracefully stood, climbing the pole effortlessly until she was at the very top. The man beside the Copy nin gave an impressed whistle as she arched backwards, nearly touching her head to her butt.

“Seeing that makes you wonder what other ways you can bend her, doesn’t it?” he smirked, his watery blue eyes transfixed on the pink haired woman on stage. “She’d be a damn good fuck. I bet I could get her knees by her ears.”

Kakashi had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from saying that if he ever tried to lay a hand on her, he’d be a dead man, but he managed to keep his cool as memories of their lively romp in his shower reminded him that yes, she could in fact bend that way and the sex had been rather amazing in that particular position.

The song ended and a new one began with a quicker beat and Sakura responded accordingly, spiraling down the pole with practiced ease until she had sunk to her knees. She began to gyrate her hips to the pulsing rhythm as her hands ran over her own body, her head tipping backwards to send her pink hair cascading down her back in a sensual display of silky pink strands.

There was something about Sakura that seemed sexier than usual and he didn’t think it was the fact that he had recently explored every inch of her succulent body. Perhaps having sex had helped Sakura connect even better with her inner seductress. She knew what true pleasure was like now and she seemed to be drawing on that experience as she danced. The men watching her could tell too, because there were more hands than usual waving money frantically in an attempt to get her attention.

Kakashi only wished her improved performance wasn’t affecting him so greatly, for never had he been this hard and this hungry for her when she danced.

XXXXX

Sakura had never been this aroused by merely dancing and she wished she had chosen another color besides white to wear tonight, for she was growing hotter and wetter by the moment.

It was because of Kakashi. She had found him easily at the bar and, even from the back of the room, could feel the scalding intensity of his gaze. He was watching her every move, drinking in her body as she danced, and the thought made her thighs quiver as she remembered how he had looked at her when she was flat on her back in his bed.

The heat of his touches, the raw pleasure, she wanted more in a way she had never wanted something before. Her body was craving him to the point that her sex ached to be filled by him. The primal pulse of the music surrounded her and it was easy to imagine Kakashi holding her thighs wide open and pounding in to her in time with the beat. Her pussy contracted sharply at the mental image and she nearly moaned aloud. As it was, running her hands over her stomach and clothed breast was making her feel way better than it should have, her nipples already distended and hard beneath the flimsy fabric of her top. She wanted Kakashi so badly that it caught her by surprise. Just what the hell had having sex done to her?

The music changed again, signaling it was time to lose her top. Sakura actually didn’t mind as much as she normally did, for the fabric felt abrasive against her overly sensitive nipples.

She crawled sensuously on her hands and knees to the edge of the stage, letting her adoring fans stuff money into the lacy white garter on her thigh. Their fleeting caresses felt unusually good against her skin, but it wasn’t them she wanted, wasn’t them she found herself wishing would pin her against the nearest wall and fuck her brains out.

Garter full of crinkling bills, she straightened and made her way back to the pole. She leaned against it, facing the audience as one hand reached up to grasp the pole in an erotic display, elbow bent as her slender fingers wrapped around the cool metal. The other hand played with the zipper tab of her top.

She teased the crowd for a moment, knowing everything was made better with a little suspense, before beginning to tug the zipper down slowly, her eyes locked on Kakashi’s single eye at the back of the room as she revealed herself.

The crowd cheered as Sakura and other dancers began to undress, but the kunoichi was only concerned with once person, licking her glossy pink lips as her top separated and fell away forgotten.

The warm air of the club did nothing to sooth her flushed skin as she hoisted herself onto the pole once again, showing off her body in a variety of positions that displayed her excessive flexibility. That feeling of empowerment was returning, but it wasn’t because she had almost every man in the room in an uproar. It was because Kakashi hadn’t looked away from her once since she took the stage, because she now knew what the sight of her body did to him, how he lost his grip on his rigid self control.

The current song blended into the last one in the set, and Sakura worked the crowd like she never had before, working herself up at the same time until her body was absolutely tingling. When the lights went down in preparation for Tsurenai’s act, Sakura left the stage and made her way to the bar, ignoring the admiring glances and fixated stares many patrons gave her still bare chest.

Kakashi’s hot gaze stayed on her even as she crossed the room, his stare alone making her clothed sex throb hotly. It was only when she was standing before her sensei did she notice the scraggly man seated next to him, eyeing her like a child does a pile of birthday presents, giddy, and impatient. He couldn’t wait to unwrap and play with her, and he actually ran his tongue over thin lips as he stared unabashedly at her breasts.

“Hana, I believe this man would like a little of your time,” Kakahsi said tightly, trying to keep himself from breaking off the neck of the sake bottle on the bar and ramming it straight through his target’s skull for staring at Sakura with such blatant perversion. He handed her a wad of money that was supposed to be payment for her services. After all, things would look suspicious if she did anything for a man around here without money first finding its way into her hands.

“Of course,” the kunoichi replied coyly, taking the money first, and then the man’s hand, even as her heated gaze remained on Kakashi. Something passed between them in that moment, an acknowledgment of their mutual desire, but it was so brief, it went unnoticed by everyone else. Sakura turned, leading the willowy man towards the booths in the back and Kakashi could only watch her exquisite backside as she went, vowing to put a kunai through the scumbag’s heart if he overstepped his boundaries.

Sakura smiled at Juu who nodded in the direction of the nearest vacant booth but she steered her prey towards one of the small rooms with a bed.

The man gave a delighted sound as she motioned him inside before following him and locking the door behind her.

“Sit,” she ordered, motioning to the bed, keeping up the sensual act as she began to sway her hips to the music playing inside the booth.

He obeyed, removing his coat and tossing it aside and pushing stringy bangs out of his eyes so he could watch her, his gaze running over her from head to toe and he already seemed to be imagining just what she would look like without her thong.

“My friend outside tells me you’ve helped him out a bit. That’s quite kind of you,” she cooed softly, plucking the plentiful bills from her garter and placing them on the nightstand so they wouldn’t be in the way. “I suppose I should help you out in return.”

The man grinned , clearly liking the idea, and his parted lips revealed twin rows of crooked teeth, discolored by what Sakura expected to be too many cigarettes.

“What do I get to do to you? I was told you would take good care of me. I’m telling you now that it takes quite a lot to satisfy me,” the man chuckled, following her hand’s movements as they returned to her body and began to run up and down her sides, tracing the swell of her hips and breasts.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Sakura smiled, feeling mildly repulsed by this man. Yet, her body was still so hot from her dancing that the feel of her own fingers on her skin was making her breath quicken. “Just let me do all the work and you’ll be fine.”

The man watched in anticipation as her fingers skimmed down to the waistband of her panties, playing with the lacy fabric teasingly as she instructed him to get comfortable. He settled back against the pillows as she walked around to stand at the foot of the bed, still gyrating her hips in time to the beat.

“So what did you do to earn my services?” Sakura asked, knowing that the sooner she got this over with, the sooner she could get rid of this guy and see Kakashi. “He’s seldom so nice as to give me as a present. I’m very expensive.”

Her hands wandered over her flat stomach and the man shifted uncomfortably, no doubt having a large erection straining inside his pants.

“I just mentioned I knew a guy who could set him up with a girl that would do anything he wanted in bed,” he said, pale blue eyes watching intently as she turned around to lean against he wall behind her, bending over and waving her ass back and forth enticingly.

“Really?” she said, looking over her shoulder innocently as she brought a hand up to squeeze one of her bare ass cheeks. “How did you manage that?”

Her target groaned softly at the sight of her, hands fisting as he imagined his own fingers digging into such supple flesh.

“It’s not exactly legal,” he ground out as she turned around to resume her alluring dance.

“Oh, trust me honey,” Sakura giggled. “I’ve had men tell me about things that you wouldn’t believe. I doubt anything you say could shock me.”

Her hands ran up her sides to gently cup her breasts and she let out a soft moan, surprised at how good the light touches felt.

Her one man audience let out a coinciding groan at the sight of her squeezing her pert little breasts and his own hand fumbled for the fly of his pants, tugging it down and freeing his stiff cock. It wasn’t particularly large and was darker than his pale skin. It was a poor specimen when compared to Kakashi who had been long and thick and proud. She immediately tried to clear the thought away, telling herself to focus on the task at hand.

“Get over here,” he rasped, wrapping his own hand around his erection and giving it a few pumps.

“So impatient,” Sakura clucked, sinking one knee into the stained mattress. “I want to hear more about the potential girlfriend.”

“Well, she’s not exactly a real girl, I mean…she was, but not after what is done to her.”

“Oh?” Sakura asked, pausing in her predatory crawl towards him, not liking the ominous tone of his words. “What do you mean?”

“They’re brainwashed or something. I’m not really sure what they do to them. All I know is that they do anything asked of them. They’re like living robots.”

The fire throbbing between her thighs was instantly dulled by his words. Living robots? Was that the fate of Miyabi and all the other girls that had gone missing? Sakura could only begin to imagine what a twisted man would do with a woman like that, and an urgency to find out more overwhelmed her.

“Where do they get the girls?” she asked, trying to remain sensual as if his words hadn’t rattled her. She settled her weight over his legs and ran her hands up his thighs, noting his member twitched like a living thing at the sensation.

“I don’t know,” he ground out heatedly, hips bucking a little as he sought more of her touch. “I know someone involved in the operation, but he didn’t tell me too many of the details.”

“Is that so?” Sakura said, her voice breathy and seductive despite her inner panic. “Does your friend have a name?”

“You sure ask a lot of questions,” the man growled, his blue eyes narrowing in annoyance.

“What can I say, I’m curious,” Sakura smiled, letting a single finger trail along his cock in order to distract him a little. Her tactic seemed to work for he instantly groaned, hands coming up to mold her breasts in large, bony fingers.

The unexpected contact made Sakura gasp, her back reflectively arching as the heat that had momentarily retreated in her, flared anew.

“Oh, you like that don’t you?” the man beneath her grinned, growing bolder as he pinched and plucked at her hardened nipples, rolling the tight buds between his thumbs and forefingers. “You like it when I play with your sweet little tits?”

A shuddering moan slipped past the kunoichi’s lips before she could stop it. Her sensitized body was reacting naturally to the feeling of him roughly playing with her nipples. He was making the muscles in her pussy clench pleasurably and she hated the thought of being aroused by such a man. She swatted his hands away, trying to stay on task despite the distracting thrum of pleasure humming through her body.

“Naughty boy,” she said playfully. “Don’t you forget who’s in charge here. Just for that, you have to tell me his name.”

Even though she hated doing it, she wrapped one hand around his twitching cock and squeezed it gently, immediately extracting a raspy moan from him. He felt quite different in her hands from Kakashi, and the sensation dispelled some of the lusty haze surrounding her, enabling her to better focus on her task. She began to slide her fist up and down at a moderate pace, making him pant and moan, his hips soon thrusting into her hand recklessly.

“I don’t know his name, I swear,” the man panted and Sakura’s emerald eyes narrowed to slits. Her hand slowed until it was barely moving, making her target groan in frustration.

“Really? Why do I not believe you?”

Her voice was still low and seductive and she had to fight to keep it from taking on a threatening tone. If he felt threatened, he was even less likely to tell her what she wanted to know.

“Hey, I’m not exactly on a first name basis with the guy,” the man practically whined, his hips shifting restlessly as he tried to make her hand move again. “If you want to know about him so bad, I could introduce you.”

“What does he look like?” Sakura pressed on, knowing she was being far too aggressive but couldn’t seem to stop when she quite possibly had a true lead to Miyabi.

Fortunately, this man was the type to follow orders, not give them. His face grew thoughtful as he responded, even if his hips were still thrusting impatiently into her hand.

“He’s ordinary I guess. Ordinary face, ordinary hair. His eyes are a real weird color though.”

Sakura’s breath caught in her throat, already knowing what he was going to say.

“His eyes are yellow,” the man confirmed.

A cold sensation replaced the heat in the pit of her stomach. Apparently both Kakashi and she had been on the right track all along, but the realization offered little solace when it meant Miyabi could be nothing more than a so called “robot” by now.

“Are you always so nosy?” the man beneath her growled, apparently fed up with her interrogation. He grabbed her ass with both hands and hauled her forward until her sex was centered over his erection, causing her to gasp in surprise and release her grip on him.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned appreciatively when he felt the soaked material of her thong come in contact with his member. “You’re already wet.”

He began to thrust up against her, grunting and groaning as her juices seeped through the saturated fabric and dampened the skin of his shaft.

For a moment, Sakura was paralyzed with pleasure as his cock rubbed her clit through her thin panties, making her shudder with need as her body instantly heated again. Her mind screamed in protest that this man had no right to touch her like this but her body was so desperate for release that it didn’t seem to care who gave it too her. However, the kunoichi had no intention of letting this scrawny, grimy man do as he pleased.

Forcing her mind to clear, she made the hand signs for her sleep jutsu with lightning speed and, as she pressed glowing fingers to his temples, his hands instantly fell away, although his erection still pressed against her persistently.

She rolled off of him, trying to slow her thundering pulse as she set about increasing his. Ten minutes later, the image of her rolling a condom over him before slipping her thong to the side and impaling herself on him was burned into his mind, right up to the point to where she reached her own peak, her tight pussy squeezing him until he too found release.

She watched him visibly relax as every muscle in his body slackened, including his erection, which wilted like a dying flower as his body was tricked into thinking he had already attained bliss.

The mere act of conjuring and implementing graphic sexual images in his brain was eating her up with need. She couldn’t understand why she was so aroused, so desperate for Kakashi’s touch. It was almost frightening how she seemed pulled to him, as if they were opposite ends of a powerful magnet.

Despite her aching desire, the most important thing was the information she had gleaned, and she had to tell Kakashi immediately for the information proved that the yellow eyed man they had been chasing was even more important than they had imagined. Though they had no proof that the girls disappearing from the club were in fact part of this atrocious operation, Sakura knew the pieces of the puzzle fit together too perfectly for her to disregard the possibility. Her gut practically screamed that it was all related and it wasn’t a feeling she was planning to ignore.

She went about setting the scene for her target’s awakening, tearing open a condom and tossing the wrapper to the floor, while wrapping the unused product in a wad of tissues and throwing it away. She was already breathless and flushed, and certainly looked like she had just gone a round herself, so when the unconscious man cracked open a bleary blue eye, he offered her a satisfied smile that told her he had been fooled by her little carnival trick, just like all the others.

“You dirty little thing,” he chuckled darkly. “I haven’t been fucked like that it a long time.”

He zipped up his pants and swung his legs over the bed, a little wobbly on his feet as if Sakura really had just ridden him like a wild woman.

“You’re welcome to come again if you pay for it next time. I doubt our friend out there will be so generous twice.”

The man nodded, unable to erase the dopey smile off his face as Sakura walked past him and unlocked the door, grabbing her money off the table and immediately heading for the woman’s bathroom.

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Kakashi had taken up his post near the restrooms, keeping an eye on the door Sakura and her target had disappeared behind. As soon as he saw her emerge, he casually let himself into the woman’s single bathroom stall, knowing Sakura would have too many eyes on her to slip into the bathroom unnoticed. He would be caught if he tried to enter after her.

He waited under the light of a simple dim bulb, the tiled interior of the bathroom kept clean by Juu’s diligence. Moments later, the door opened again as Sakura entered, letting in a wave of blaring noise and light before the door was shut behind her and the lock was turned.

Before Kakashi had the chance to say a word, she was upon him, ripping away his scarf and mask and hands clinging to him desperately as her mouth pressed hungrily to his. Her tongue immediately slipped past his lips to stroke his own with a kind of urgency and aggression he had never seen from her before.

His sensitive nose instantly picked up the heady and distinctive scent of her arousal, the aroma making what he had only just recently gotten under control spring to life again in a persistent and near painful erection.

Kissing Sakura felt damn nice, but the fact was, they were still on a mission and should be attending to other things besides sexually satisfying one another.

The shinobi’s hands felt lightly to his partner’s shoulders, intending to gently disengage from her ravenous mouth, but she must have sensed his intensions because she brought her hands to either side of his face, holding him immobile as she continued to plunder his mouth with her tongue, licking and sucking and rendering him breathless.

It was only when both of their lungs were screaming did she relinquish her hold, pulling away just enough to gasp hotly against his cheek.

“Mmm, Kakashi,” she panted incoherently, molding her small form to him as if she meant to merge their bodies via embrace.

Her bare breasts were pressed flush to his chest, making him want to remove the layers of clothes he wore that separated their skin. His cock was now at full attention, straining uncomfortably against the rough fabric of his pants, but he still had no idea why Sakura had practically attacked him.

“What’s gotten into you?” he growled into the top of her hair, inhaling the clean scent of the long, straight strands as he tried to refrain from dipping his head to nibble at her neck.

“I need you,” she moaned wantonly, arching against him as her thighs rubbed together restlessly. “I need you…inside.”

He was certainly tempted to grant her request. Even in the dim light he could see how lust darkened and hazy her eyes had become. But why was she acting like this. She had given him a hungry glance before escorting the target to the back, but even that hadn’t prepared him for something like this. Unless…

“Did you let that man touch you?” Kakashi growled, territorial male instincts kicking in. The thought of that repulsive man touching Sakura enough to make her this wanton made him nearly tremble with anger.

“Just my breasts,” Sakura panted, rubbing said mounds against his chest. “I was already hot from dancing. I don’t know what happened but, thinking about you watching me on the pole…and remembering how you touched me…oh God Kakashi, please!”

So that was it? Sakura got off on the thought of dancing exclusively for him? Or maybe she liked the idea of hundreds of men watching her reveal everything for the sake of one. Either way, he was both relieved and incredibly aroused by the fact that Sakura hadn’t been worked up by the target, but by him, even if Kakashi himself hadn’t laid a hand on her yet.

“So he didn’t touch you here?” Kakashi asked roughly, his hand coming down to squeeze her bare ass as the other cupped her sex through the damp material of her panties. He smirked when she arched instantly, a ragged moan escaping her lips.

“He was grinding against me but I still had my panties on. All I could think about was you inside me…” she whimpered, her pelvis instinctively bucking up into Kakashi’s palm.

“So he didn’t do this?” the Copy nin rasped, letting his middle finger press between her folds, pushing the soaked material into her sex and loving how she twisted and shuddered in his grasp.

“No,” she practically sobbed, so unbearably aroused that she could hardly think.

Kakashi couldn’t take anymore. He had to have her, right here, right now, their mission be damned.

He spun her around and pushed her forward, Sakura barely having time to keep herself from bumping into the sink. Her hands gripped the porcelain edge as she stared into the mirror in front of her, her pussy quivering as she met Kakashi’s heated expression in the reflection. He had pulled off his eye patch sometime between their kiss and now and his mismatched eyes burned dangerously with unadulterated need.

“You want me inside you?” he growled, pressing his pelvis to her rear hard enough for her to feel his arousal.

“Yes,” she whimpered, her sex throbbing so intensely that it drowned out her hammering heart.

“Then bend over,” Kakashi growled.

The kunoichi obeyed, bracing her forearms on the edge of the sink as she bent forward ninety degrees from the waist. This position was embarrassing, but she doubted he could see her blush in the dim light. Hell, even she was too aroused to care about how he wanted her to stand, just as long as he was inside her soon. She realized this was a far cry from the bashful woman she had been just last night and somewhere in her mind she knew things were going way too fast, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“Now spread your legs,” he ordered, letting a large palm run appreciatively, almost tenderly, over the flawless curve of her ass.

Sakura took a wider stance, breathlessly watching him watch her in the mirror. His eyes never looked away, even when she heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

One hand grasped his hot, hard length while the other that rested on her ass grabbed her panties and tugged them down around her thighs.

Sakura inhaled sharply as the cool air washed over her, swallowing thickly as she felt Kakashi shift behind her, aligning their bodies so his member bumped against her burning opening.

“Fuck, Sakura,” Kakashi groaned as he felt her incredible slickness against his cock, his tone reverent as opposed to the smugness that had been present in the voice of their target. “You’re practically dripping.”

Sakura only mewled in response, her back arching as she pressed backwards against him, trying to get him inside.

Both of his hands grasped her rear firmly, halting her actions as he began to slide his cock over her sex, covering himself in her essence and watching her expression in the mirror as she panted and moaned and crumbled before him.

“P-please, Kakashi,” she gasped brokenly, feeling as if she would burn up if she didn’t get some sort of fulfillment immediately.

Kakashi didn’t say another word, but just held her gaze with his own smoldering stare as he drew his pelvis back before pushing into her in one long, smooth, slow stroke, feeling her body suck him inside as her mouth fell open in a lustful cry.

“Oh my god!” Sakura sobbed, knuckles turning as white as the porcelain she was clutching.

She could feel him inside her, thick and throbbing, his pulse beating in time with hers.

“Shh baby, take it easy,” Kakashi soothed, knowing that the pounding music outside would drown out most of their noise, but he didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to themselves.

Sakura tried to keep it down, but failed for the most part as he began to thrust behind her in a slow but strong rhythm, kneading her ass in large, calloused hands as he watched her reflection lustfully. Every time he pushed inside her, raw pleasure seared her nerve endings, making her euphoric and dizzy. He was stretching her deliciously, and his hands on her ass felt wonderfully naughty. Hell, the whole prospect of him screwing her in a bathroom bent over the sink was downright sinful, and something about that made her even hotter. A few days ago, she never would have imagined herself acting so scandalous with Kakashi, or with anyone for that matter, but now that she was here in the moment, she didn’t want it to end.

The Copy nin was rapidly losing his self control, hips beginning to thrust faster, harder, as the primal animal inside him emerged. Her long pink hair falling around them, her enraptured expression, the sight of her small breasts bouncing every time he slammed into her, all of it was breaking him down until he was nothing more than a creature of lust, taking her ferociously like an animal as every exquisite moan and sob that left her lips drove him on.

He was seized by the impulse to claim her, to leave his mark, to show everyone else that she was his and was not to be touched by another. His hands slid around to grasp her hips and began jerking her backwards every time he thrust forward, impaling her even deeper.

Sakura’s moans turned to shrieks, her hands clawing at the sink’s smooth surface. She could feel her body squeezing his pistoning length harder and harder as she neared climax, her whole body on fire for him as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.

Kakashi could feel himself nearing the edge, the tingling in the twin sacks below his member betraying how close he was. Hazy pupils struggled to focus on her perfect image in the mirror but an exceptionally hard ripple of her pussy around him made his vision blur as he finally came.

Not even aware of his own actions, Kakashi’s hands left Sakura’s ass to grab her shoulders and jerk her up roughly until she was almost standing straight. His mouth latched onto her neck, biting into the creamy flesh there as he erupted inside her, growling heatedly against her skin.

“Mine.”

Sakura heard him utter something, a raspy, broken syllable, but wasn’t able to make sense of it when she could feel him pouring himself inside her, his cock swelling and pulsing as something scalding hot splashed into her womb. The erotic sensation of being filled by his essence snapped the thread she had been hanging onto, sending her crashing headlong into her own release and, somehow, Kakashi still had the good sense to clap a hand over her mouth, muffling most of what would otherwise be deafening screams.

She was vaguely aware of a pain in her neck as his teeth broke skin, but it was inconsequential compared with the torrent of orgasmic pleasure assaulting her, tearing along her spine and radiating into her fingers and toes. Somewhere along the line she had shut her eyes, although her vision had all but blacked out anyway. When the excruciating pleasure finally ebbed away, she was left feeling tingly and boneless, confident that if she hadn’t been leaning against the sink, she would have collapsed.

Kakashi apparently didn’t have a lot of strength left either, for he too fell forward, hands bracing themselves on the sink outside of hers, his harsh breaths washing over her shoulder.

She opened her eyes lazily, still panting hard and saw that something red had dribbled down her neck and over her collarbone.

“Kakashi,” she murmured softly, watching the crimson liquid trickle into her cleavage in the reflection of the mirror. “Did you…bite me?”

“Huh?” he mumbled tiredly, summoning the strength to lift his head and follow her gaze to the mirror in front of him. “What the…? I guess I did. Sorry.”

Kakashi’s surprised expression proved that he hadn’t meant to bite her, but she still found it strange and actually a little amusing that he had been so caught up in the moment that he lost himself so completely.

The tall shinobi pulled out of her, grabbing some nearby paper towels out of the wall mounted dispenser to clean up the resulting mess all over his now flaccid cock and between her legs. Sakura gasped as the rough paper came in contact with her sensitive flesh, the stimulation too much for her so soon after.

Kakashi chuckled as her body twitched as the paper towel made contact with her clit, and he was sorely tempted to torture her sweet body a little more, but they had already been in here far too long. Dajaku was probably wondering where Sakura was.

“Here,” Kakashi said as he offered her a clean paper towel to wipe away the trickle of blood at her neck. The bite had already begun to swell and bruise, her fair skin turning angry ad purple. Fortunately, the conspicuous mark was healed almost instantly with a brief press of Sakura’s glowing palm.

“Sorry,” Kakashi said again sheepishly, zipping up his pants as he watched her clean up the blood at her throat. “I didn’t mean to get so carried away.”

“It’s ok, Sakura smiled, tossing the bloodied paper into the trashcan. “But what made you do that? I never thought of you as the biting kind.”

“I don’t know,” Kakashi shrugged as he rearranged his eye patch and mask.

But in reality, he did know. Some animal instinct inside him had kicked in, fueled by the urge to make her his alone. He was still inexplicably infuriated by the thought of her being so intimate with anyone else and he had wanted to mark her as a warning for other men to stay away.

The thought was silly, even in his own mind so he didn’t dare say it aloud. He didn’t understand his own actions enough to attempt to explain them to his pink haired partner.

“So…what did you learn?” Kakashi asked, trying to steer things back on track to their original mission plan. She was supposed to tell him what she had learned from their target, although he wondered if the man had even stuck around this long despite Kakashi’s warning not to leave until they had spoken again.

Sakura’s shoulders visibly slumped as the information surfaced in her mind.

“He’s a legitimate lead all right. It’s just too bad he leads us right back to the guy we were already chasing.”

Kakashi’s uncovered eye widened.

“You mean…?”

“Yeah,” Sakura nodded. “His friend in the business of brainwashing women happens to have yellow eyes.”

“Shit,” Kakashi cursed. What were the odds of everything happening so conveniently? They had been on the right track all along, but now their only new lead led them right back to the guy they couldn’t seem to catch. On top of that, the guy they were seeking was a highly skilled shinobi and Kakashi had a feeling that they would never find him unless he wanted to be found.

“So what do we do from here?” Sakura sighed, turning around to lean back again the sink, slumping in defeat until her posture was as bad as her partner’s. The act made her even shorter than Kakashi, but when she tilted her face up to look at him, he couldn’t resist stooping low to kiss her lips gently.

“You keep doing what you’ve been doing. I’m going to try and get an appointment with this guy,” he murmured against her lips.

Sakura nodded before reluctantly pulling away.

“I should go back to dancing then, and you should go meet with the target.”

Kakashi agreed, even though he would have much rather stayed with Sakura longer, tasting her sweet lips.

“Ok, you go first. I’ll follow in a few minutes,” he said.

He watched her as she slipped back into the cacophony of noise and flashing lights, wondering how she managed to cast such a potent spell over him. He had been so caught up in her that he had forgotten he still needed to talk with the blue eyed man about meeting with someone who was closely linked with the operation. If his target had already left then he had just let their only lead slip through his fingers, and all because he couldn’t keep his hands off of Sakura.

This behavior was unnatural. Never had he been so mesmerized, so infatuated with a woman. It figured that he was most attracted to the one he wasn’t supposed to have at all.

With a heavy sigh, he walked to the door, praying that his target was still there and willing to set up a date between him and Yellow. Hopefully Sakura had done her job well enough that he was feeling hospitable.

The thought of Sakura doing her so called job was enough to make Kakashi tense with anger, and he sincerely hoped this would be the beginning of the end of this mission. If it went on for much longer, he was sure to lose his mind.

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That’s all for this installment. Now that I’m on winter break, I’ll try and crank out another chapter before the end of January. Thanks for reading everybody!

Merry Christmas!