Boutique Erotique

Author's Note: Alright, back with the second part of this fiction. Sorry it took so long, I've had a lot on my mind lately with schoolwork. So, I hope this part doesn't disapoint anyone, I tried hard. It is still AU, hopefully not out of character and I don't feel that anything is moving too fast. This is also a bit longer and probably more graphic as far as things go in the store. So please enjoy.

Also, thank you so much for all the support you guys have given this one! I'm really blushing from all the praise and things on this and hope I don't disappoint!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters. No money is being made from this.


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Boutique Erotique

Part Two: Training

“What?” Sakura asked. She gave that look like I had grown another head. I was used to it by now. Most people gave me that look.

“Yes, a one on one with everything in the shop. Should I repeat myself a third time?” I wasn’t being cruel, just these things happen in threes they say.

She raised a well-sculpted pink eyebrow like I had insulted her mother or something. It was just a question after all. I wondered how well this was going to work out.

“No, I understood you. I just thought that knowledge or experience weren’t necessary in regards to the items.”

“I said nothing about experience.” She blushed a shade similar to her hair color.

“Oh,” she mouthed, avoiding my gaze. “I see.” I just let her absorb that for a moment, then another moment for questions I was sure she was going to ask. Nothing. Not a word.

That was unusual. Most girls that came to work in the shop demanded to know about my face. This one, if she did, she was hiding it well. Not that I wanted to tell or show her, just I found it odd.

“We’ll start with the dildos,” I sighed, setting down my book. I could see faint blush on her cheeks, just under her eyes. She just nodded, not watching as I moved from around the counter.

This aisle was by far the largest as there were so many kinds you had to choose from. She stood beside me, so close that her arm nearly brushed mine, and yet her mind had to be miles away from me.

“Have you ever seen a dildo?” I asked just to make sure we were on the same page.

“Yes,” she replied defiantly, turning her head to look up at me, her green eyes blazing. “Most girls have at some time,” she added a little quieter. Someone was hiding something maybe?

“Fine, then you must know their purpose. I’ll just let you glance over the types for now.” She nodded as she scanned the shelves. She was being very medical about the whole thing so far.

I could see the blush grow a little darker as she realized just how expansive this section was, with anything from rubber to glass.

Some were made of material to appear as real as possible, one representing every color of the rainbow, the ones with glass had brightly colored strands encased inside of them, some designed with animals on the top; we even had anal vibrators.

Really, there were so many of them that I could have gone on all day if she had ask about them and the different things they were used for. Most of them were marked though, to keep me from talking.

If she thought this was bad, then she hadn’t seen anything until we got to the butt plugs and anal beads.

I wondered if I should just turn her loose and let her examine each item alone, rather than subject her to my torture. But how was she going to learn?

Most of the girls that came in here to work already knew what most of the items were and how they were used. In fact, most of them could give me advice on how to use them next time I should bed a woman.

I wasn’t in a talkative mood. Well, I was never in a talkative mood, exactly why I ran this store. I didn’t have to be nice to the customers as most of them wouldn’t have cared.

“Alright, I think I have them,” she told me bravely. Well, that was easy.

“Fine, then I’ll just walk with you through the store and you can examine each item as you wish. Just ask about anything you don’t understand.”

Okay, so I had a heart, even if I was accused of lacking one sometimes. I knew that years ago I wouldn’t have wanted someone doing this to me.

“Okay, thank you.” We turned around so that she could get the other side. There were the butt plugs, anal vibrators, and anal beads. The ass aisle.

Poor thing, she never had a chance. Her mouth opened a little as the blush on her cheeks flushed to her jaw line. Something she didn’t know about.

But she never once complained or made any attempt to leave. She merely stood there, examining each item. I noticed she never dared pick them up.

It wasn’t like the products were dirty, I never used a return policy, but I guess to someone like her they were, even packaged. If she stayed, she would have to touch them eventually.

“What are those?” she almost whispered, pointing to the beads.

“Anal beads. Perfect for an introduction into anal sex or for use alone.”

“Oh, I see.” The blush was spreading past her jaw line to her neck, or at least what was visible with the button down she was wearing.

She shifted from foot to foot as she examined the anal vibrators. I just stood there silently and rather uninterested. I had stocked them and used them before. They were really nothing new.

“What about those?” She pointed to the butt plugs.

“Butt plugs.” She nodded, shortly, to demonstrate that she understood and that was enough. She was reading through the packages, the blush never leaving.

I guessed that made jaded then. Let’s see, she was eighteen? I was fourteen years her senior. When I was her age, I had already slept with several girls at least.

Maybe I knew too much then.

She walked down the aisle, turning and ending up with condoms, massage oils, sex enhancers, and lubricants. She clearly knew what these were or they were that self-explanatory and therefore skipped past them.

The next aisle she hit was what I called “man’s alley.” I knew there were things on here that would make her faint more than likely.

I thought I heard someone come through the door, so my head turned for a moment. Just long enough for her to see the blow up dolls and begin to laugh.

“Oh kami, they’re real,” she giggled, pointing to the boxes. I turned back. The blush was fading, but not for long.

Clearly, boxes with the female anatomy didn’t bother her; I guess seeing how she was one or since she was going to be in the medical profession. But the vibrators and everything else shouldn’t have bothered her then.

At the pumps, she just snorted. I held back a snort, but I knew most of the time they didn’t work.

As we reached the rest of the items, the masturbators and the rings, she did look away for a while. She had done well so far, taking everything I had thrown at her.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“No, I just had to sneeze,” she lied. “What are those?” She was pointing at some of the stranger masturbators.

“Well they are masturbators for men.” That sounded real educated Kakashi. I rolled my eyes at myself, luckily she didn’t notice. “Men put their…” I searched around for a better word to use.

“Penis?” she prompted, being medical about it.

“Well, yes and pleasure themselves.” She covered her mouth, but I wasn’t sure if she was grossed out or found it funny and was hiding laugher.

She didn’t dare ask too many questions, though I wasn’t sure if I would have known how to explain them to her without causing her to lie out on the floor. She glanced over the merchandise again and we moved on.

I was kind of surprised she wasn’t talking more. Yesterday her questions seemed so obvious and plentiful.

I guess things changed when you came in with your friends and then when you were left alone with your new mysterious boss. Or if you thought you knew things, only to have them thrown up in your face that you really didn’t.

“Here, I’ll leave you alone a bit to go through the rest of the store,” I said. “Just ask if you have questions.” We were on the female aisle anyway; I always encourage self discovery.

There were things like nipple clamps, suction devices for nipples, egg and ball shaped vibrators, finger massagers, and different devices to be used on the clitoris like clips and suctions.

She only had the clothing and the media left after those; one of which she had just seen the day before. It wouldn’t take her too much longer. It was just her first day, just training.

I figured this alone would make her quit. Someone as innocent as her couldn’t be desperate enough to work here. She had to have other offers for places to work.

That pink hair moved down the aisle and disappeared for a little while; must have been leaning down to look at the finger massagers or the stimulators.

It must have been because of her hair. I could see how most employers would find it a distraction from their businesses. Here, it matched the color of some of the products.

It was the least distracting thing about her to me. What really got me were her eyes. They were such a vibrant green and so full of that innocent and youthful sparkle.

What a shame that I was going to tarnish them for her, but she did come to me. She didn’t have that desperate and crazy look to them.

Just about everything in this shop, as far as toys and things went, I had used at some point or another. I knew what worked and what didn’t. No, not the clothing well not the women’s.

I had made Jiraiya write it all down for me in some kind of manual. Of course, the big pervert had been glad to when I let him take home some of the merchandise as payment.

I hadn’t thought about it in forever. I opened the door to the backroom and ventured inside. There were boxes of products, some of which needed to be restocked.

I would make her do it later I guess, as more getting familiar and since it would be part of her job if she stayed. I now seriously had my doubts.

The book was under stacks of old magazines and books. It took me a few minutes to pry it out without toppling the whole stack as I dusted it off with my hand, wiping it on my pants.

This would probably help her more without me embarrassing anymore. She was going to have to get used to it though. It would be part of her job. What would happen when she had to sell things to customers?

When I emerged from the room, feeling old and grey myself, I could hear voices.

“Hey, you work here?” a male voice asked. From the way he was asking, it sounded like he wanted more than just one of my products, like my employee. Oh shit.

“Yes,” I could hear her voice, strangely timid. She looked like she would be a strong girl, I guess except around pervert men, which is when she should have been her strongest.

After all, the address she had put was in a rather rough side of town. Or maybe her virgin system was too overridden with shock that her mind had fogged over.

“Do you actually test out the products?” As I got closer, trying to find her pink head among all the other pink things in the store, I heard her gasp.

“No, could you please excuse me?” She was almost pleading, her voice frail.

I turned the corner and found her pinned against a shelf by a man, probably in his late thirties.

From his immaculate suit, pressed white shirt, and tie, I figured he was some businessman on the lower end of the totem pole in his area. He looked like he might prey on women, especially younger ones.

He was holding her against the shelf by her arms, his face leering into hers, hovering just above her lips. He might have been feeding off her fear.

Her eyes flickered toward me and so did his. They were so desperate and pleading. Her whole body was trembling and she looked fit to collapse at any moment.

“Could you let my employee go?” I asked quietly.

One look at me and his hands were removed from Sakura’s arms. She walked over to me very slowly, trying not to stumble. I pulled her behind me.

What a way to start out your first day working for me. Honestly, this had never happened before. Sure it was probably stereotyped, but it had never happened in my shop. Of course I had never hired someone like Sakura either.

The other girls that had worked for me in the past had been able to fend off anyone; well most of them took them as dates. But none of them had been as young as her either.

“Sorry,” the man apologized, though his eyes didn’t mean it as he licked his lips and tried to leer at her around me. “I was just wondering was all.”

“Usually wondering doesn’t involve groping my employees. Buy something or take your business elsewhere.” I crossed my arms and waited for his bumbling response.

“Fine, I’ll take…this box of condoms,” he said, not looking at me.

I merely nodded as I pushed Sakura in front of me to be a barrier between them as he followed me to the counter. She had calmed down quickly and stopped trembling so much.

I rang up the price and barely told him the total before he threw some money on the counter stomped out. The store was quiet once again.

“Are you alright?” I asked her, turning on my heel to face her.

“Yes. I’m sorry, I don’t usually freeze like that,” she told me. “I don’t know what happened.”

“Just nerves,” I suggested. “First day.”

“I guess. It won’t happen again,” she resolved. That signaled to me that she was planning to stay here. She was so sure of herself that she smiled, albeit warily.

“Alright. As I hope it doesn’t happen again, it never has before.”

“It must be my hair. Trouble follows me wherever I go.”

“Ah,” I nodded. She smiled even bigger.

“So, what do you want me to do next?”

I was going to say jump on top of me but I kept my mouth shut until I was sure I could give her some type of direction. I would have to limit myself to one lustful and guilty thought per day.

Someone as pretty as her had to have a boyfriend of some kind. Besides, I was too old wasn’t I?

“Is there someone wrong?” she asked, looking worried, biting her lower lip in a most adorable way as she touched a hand to her face.

“Hm?”

“You were staring at me,” she pointed out. “You looked mad.” How could she tell? My face was covered up.

“Oh. Have you ever worked a cash register before?”

“Just once, as a summer job.” Great, that saved some of the trouble. There had been girls in the past that didn’t know.

“Good enough. How are your people skills?”

“What do you mean?” There was the fearful look again.

“Dealing with customers.”

“Oh, thought so. Well, I’m not sure sir.” She bit her lip again, causing the blood to rush to the area and turn it a rather deep rose red since it was so concentrated in one place.

“Don’t call me sir. Try to sell me something.” Deer in the headlights. She wasn’t the first girl to have a problem with this, but she was the first to actually look faint, the blood rushing from her face.

“You want me to try and sell you something right?” She sounded dazed.

“Mhm.” I leaned across the counter, watching her carefully. If she did decide to faint, she would break a personal record. I had begun to wonder if I had hired her friend Hinata. “Can you do it?” I asked, hoping it would push her into doing something besides standing there.

“Yes,” she told me with a smirk, though she couldn’t do anything about the blush crawling its way up her neck from beneath her shirt.

“Hn.” She turned away from me for a moment. I was more than a little confused. But, before I could ponder it too much, she turned back.

“Good afternoon sir, how may I help you?” She was wearing a bright smile, like yesterday, dazzling me with her whites and personality as she put her arms behind her back, to push out her chest and grab my attention.

I had to wonder if she did that intentionally or if it was second nature to her. Either way, it worked. But I decided it was probably something she just did.

“I’m looking for a sex doll,” I told her.

“Great! We have many to choose from if you follow me,” she smiled, but the blush was creeping up her face even faster and her voice had grown a little higher.

So far the performance was okay, but more for female customers. With the male, she would more have to sell herself, at least to me.

Now while I had run the shop for a long time, I found it always made more money when a woman was working. Get a pretty girl, teach her to be seductive, and they’ll spend.

She paused beside the place on the aisle where they were but didn’t say anything else. Instead, she smiled nervously.

“How was that?” she asked, though you could tell from the look on her face that she knew she had done badly.

“You need to… “ How was I going to tell her this? “Be more seductive about this. Not so nervous.”

“But I can’t help but be nervous,” she told me sheepishly. “I’ve never been seductive.”

“Don’t worry so much about it. You’re just in training right now. You have time to practice because I won’t make you sell something right away.” She breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’ll try to work on it,” she smiled. She put her hands behind her back and stretched a little again, her chest pushing out. She wasn’t a big when she was just standing, so maybe I misjudged a little.

Actually, I had misjudged a few things about her today.

“Great.” I made her follow me back to the counter.

“Wait!”

“Hm?” I turned.

“You didn’t tell me if I did good or not, just what I needed to improve on.” That’s right.

“You did good for your first day.” I never gave out compliments just to flatter. If I thought the person had done a good job, then I would tell them.

She had done a good job for her first day. She laughed and smiled at me, telling me “thank you.” She blushed, but not because she was looking at something in the store, but because I had said something nice.

“Now, can you restock shelves?” She nodded. I showed her where the supplies were and she didn’t question on me as she began to move them from the back.

I grabbed my book again, waiting for business to pick up. It was usually nights that were busier than the daytime. Just perfect.

A few men came in the store during the daylight hours but none of them paid much attention to Sakura. In fact, they came in and bought quickly before leaving.

She was stocking the shelves closest to me. She would turn around every now and again, but I would quickly divert my eyes to my romance novel and leave her alone.

I happened to glance over and see her bend down to restock things. She bent at the waist to put something on the shelf.

Her skirt hitched up enough that I could see her taunt thighs, the flesh the color of cream. They were perfectly formed, giving way to a perfect curve on her rear as well.

I couldn’t stop myself from staring until she straightened up. The material fell back down from my prying eyes and I tried to get back to my book.

It was getting to be about seven o’clock. I debated on whether I should make her stick around and watch the evening rush or send her home to prepare for tomorrow. I decided that it would be best to ask her.

“Sakura,” I called. She turned around, standing up and brushing her hands on her skirt.

“Yes?”

“Do you want to stay for the night rush or go home and rest up for tomorrow?”

“Would you mind if I stayed?”

“That’s fine.” I guess she had to be thinking that I was being short with her or something, but I wasn’t. I just don’t say any more than I have to.

“Cool.” She blushed and looked around. I had my book, but I realized that she probably didn’t have anything to do. Maybe she should have picked up a romance book.

Book. I had that book for her to study. Practice, is what I called it.

“Practice?”

“For the job. This has everything listed in it,” I explained, turning one of the yellowed pages. Well, there were drawings too. She blushed all over again.

“Thanks,” she smiled, though she avoided my face. I nodded and turned back to my novel again, listening to the fluttering pages periodically.

I heard something growl after a little while. I turned to see Sakura holding her stomach, looking a little surprised.

“Sorry about that, guess my stomach is trying to tell me something.”

“How about you go and get some dinner?”

“Are you sure?” I nodded my approval. “Do you want something?” I shook my head and she shrugged. “Okay, I’ll be back then,” she smiled. Grabbing her purse, she swayed past me and out the door.

Just in time for the night rush. Not ten minutes after she was gone, several customers came in all at once, most couples.

They paid me little mind after I checked their identifications and I wasn’t really bothered.

Soon, more people began to appear until it was the usual rush and I had to actually speak to more than one person and attempt to be nice.

“Wow, I leave and this place becomes a mad house,” Sakura smiled as she walked back in. She was holding two bento boxes in her hands. She hurried behind the counter before anyone could ask her for something.

“Just watch,” I said.

She nodded as she pulled out chopsticks, handing me a box. I was more than a little surprised that she brought me something back.

She must have seen through what I had said to what I really wanted. Not everyone can do that.

I tried to put on my best show, to demonstrate how she would be doing it probably by next week. I just hoped that she was watching the whole night.

She just sat there quietly either studying the book or watching me. I loved when her attention was on me, especially since it was my back. It made me feel important, noticed.

By around nine or so, she was looking sleepy. It was actually rather cute. Her head was resting on a delicate palm as she fought to keep her attention up.

Most of the customers had already left and it would be time to close up soon anyway.

“Sakura,” I said, gently touching her shoulder. They were slender, the material of her shirt soft.

“Hm?” she mumbled, looking up at me. It took her a second, but she straightened up and tried to smile.

“Why don’t you just go on home tonight? You’ve worked hard enough.”

“Well, if you say so,” she smiled. She was rather obedient.

The thought flashed through my mind that she would be that way in bed too, my mind further straying to how she would look in my bed, submissive among the sheets with me kissing and licking every square inch of her creamy skin.

I felt the blood rush to the prominent vein in my groin before I had to dismiss it or risk giving her an anatomy lesson she probably didn’t want.

“I’ll see you tomorrow same time.”

“Okay. Thanks Kakashi,” she smiled as she got up to leave, taking the book with her. She was still swaying her hips; it must have just been the way she walked.

“No, thank you Sakura,” I said, but only after she was gone.

That night, I followed my usual routine, but instead of my usual thoughts of various girls from movies and magazines, there was a pink haired employee on my mind.

I was just a man after all, just flesh and blood.

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The next day didn’t go as badly as the first seemed to. She followed my small orders perfectly, first restocking the shelves and then taking inventory in the back.

She wore another short, skin fitting skirt and a button down top. I did mention to her that she could go casual, but she merely replied she always dressed this way.

Whatever rocked her boat; I was getting a kick and a peek out of it. She was still blushing a lot though.

But even that was cute as well. It was like I wanted to find fault with her somehow, but I couldn’t. Okay, except one.

She just didn’t have a lot of self confidence, well when it came to her own sexuality. We tried the exercise again.

“Okay,” she breathed, though the nervousness was clearly written on her features. “Good afternoon sir, how may I help you?”

“I am looking for a doll,” I replied, keeping my own tone low and even, maybe even a little seductive. She would be encountering people like that here.

She did her arms behind her back for about the tenth time that day, not that I had been counting. Okay, maybe I was.

“Well, we have those. Follow me,” she smiled. She was trying, her hips were swaying as she walked, and the blush was better, even giving me a rather coy smile.

But once we got to the aisle, she stopped once again. She did try to point out some.

“Better,” I told her. She beamed. “But still needs work.” She nodded. “You should walk right to the items next time and ask again. Maybe…”

I wanted to tell her she should bend at the waist, like she had been for me all day today and yesterday. But that might make her uncomfortable. I know it was making me uncomfortable, but for another reason. “Never mind.”

“Alright.”

“Remember, they’re here to spend money on something and we want their business,” I lectured.

“Yes, it just takes some getting used to,” she blushed.

“You can do it. Why don’t you go to the backroom and practice some before the night rush?”

“Good idea.” She brushed past me, passing close enough that I could smell the light gardenia body spray she was wearing.

Her body was so close that I could take her right there in the aisle, against the shelves, fast and pleasurable. She would be so tight and warm, most likely dripping wet.

This time I found myself growing painfully hard in the middle of the aisle. Too much Icha Icha Paradise and a beautiful rookie in training I guessed.

It was just a quick trip to the bathroom and I was back before any customers walked in or she realized I was gone.

Today, Sakura had brought two bento boxes from home, so that she could stay for the rush again.

Just as always, customers began to pour in within moments of each other. Sakura watched patiently, even helping when I asked her to get an item or check the back for personal orders.

It was actually rather useful having her in the store. She was learning really quickly, not that my job was hard or complicated. In all honesty, she would probably be ready to practice Monday.

“Can you go grab one of this kind of dildo from the back?” I asked her as the last customer stood at the counter looking anxious. They wanted two of them for one reason or another.

“Sure.” She turned quickly to probably hide the blush I knew was going to stain her cheeks. The man smiled politely as he waited.

“New employee?” he asked. I nodded. “What an unusual girl.” I didn’t say anything. He gave me a once over as well, but didn’t ask about my appearance.

“Here,” she said as she emerged from the back with the product in her hand.

“Thank you,” the man smiled. I moved to let her take over the sale. This was just a test to see if she would be ready. She shot me a questioning look as I shrugged.

“Will these be all for you?” she asked politely.

“Well actually, you know I better get some lube too,” he told her as he walked back to the aisle. She used this time to try and question me.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, maintaining that smile. I gave her my usual shrug, burying my face in my book. The man came back with his lube, setting it on the counter and smiling at her again.

“This will be all.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “Good choices,” she remarked, even if she had no clue what she was talking about. Or did she?

“Yes, I thought so too. Matches your wonderful shade of hair color,” he flirted. She blushed.

“Thanks.”

“Is it natural?” I listened close as well. I wanted to know.

“Well, mostly,” she commented. “I just boost it some.” She leaned across the counter to take his money, giving me a great view of her figure.

“Interesting. If you keep working here, then I’ll be back for sure,” he grinned.

“Alright,” she smiled back. She bagged his items and he left. She turned to me fast enough to possibly pull a muscle.

“Hm?”

“Don’t ‘hm’ me mr! What was that?” she laughed.

“I believe you made a sale,” I pointed out. She narrowed her eyes before she started laughing again.

“I guess so.”

“I guess you’re starting Monday,” I told her.

“You think I’m ready?” I nodded as she blushed just a little. “Thank you.”

“I’ll close up, you go on home and I’ll see you Monday.” I wasn’t open on Sundays. I needed at least one day off, plus the other shops in my area weren’t happy about me being open then.

“Thank you,” she told me again. “I won’t let you down!” In her flurry of excitement, she hugged me.

It was heaven, having her pure and innocent eighteen year old body pressed against mine. I could almost feel the hardened peaks of her nipples through the thin shirt she had on, her body heat soaking into me, her slender frame against mine.

She didn’t know it, but that night she left me in a daze. She was the first woman in a long time to have that effect on me.

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