The Traveling Pussy
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
2,849
Reviews:
84
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Kakashi’s Advice
Chapter 27: Kakashi’s Advice
I headed over to the sleazy section of town. I usually bought my sex toys from Lotions and Lace, which catered to women. They didn’t have a big selection of reading material. So I passed that store by and decided to try The Brown Bag Bookstore. I’d never been in it before. I walked in the small store with its narrow aisles and was immediately distracted by the books on a small rotating stand that had a card above it stating simply “Master/Slave.” My god, I had no idea there were so many books featuring this type of fantasy.
An apologetic male voice suddenly said, “Hey, Kakashi, I finally found it—sorry it took me so long to get your special order, but my damn assistant quit. You wouldn’t want to work here part time, would you? There’s an incredible employee discount.”
I started laughing and ambled over to the counter to chat up Kakashi. “So, the great Copy-Cat Nin is taking on a side job, eh?” I teased. Then I noticed Kakashi was in “civies.” Dammit, why are the gay ones so hot? He was wearing tight black jeans and a tight navy dress shirt—with three buttons open. Damn, if that was him the other day I’d had in my mouth, what a total crime against humanity that he favored men. It occurred to me that Ibiki might have been planning a little double humiliation—gay guy can’t get it up, girl can’t get a guy off. Gosh—another plot idea.
“HELLO!”
“Oh, ah, sorry, Kakashi, I got a little distracted there. What were you saying?” I asked.
His one eye looked scathing—it’s pretty impressive how expressive that eye is. “I asked you how your health was since I haven’t seen you since you got out of the hospital,” he said.
“Oh? Didn’t Ibiki tell you? I thought you dropped by the other night when I was tied up,” I said watching his face.
“No, wasn’t me,” he said.
I gave him the full head to toe look-over and then, for just a second, made a face like I had just drank sour milk before saying, “Yeah, I think the guy that Ibiki had over was something else.” Here I paused to lick my lips and look like I was remembering a religious experience before correcting myself, “Oh, I mean someone else.”
Kakashi didn’t react at all to that, which only convinced me it had been him since what I was saying should have sounded weird and confusing to most people. He casually looked at the book in my hand, Slutty Sex Slave #9, and asked, “So is that a series you like? I prefer the Icha, Icha series myself.”
I looked down at the book in my hand and grinned, “Never read any of them, but I don’t think I’ll have trouble picking up in the middle of the series. Hey, seriously Kakashi, I need a job, and I’m thinking of trying to write these things. Can you recommend some publishers I should try sending manuscripts to?”
Kakashi’s one visible eye blinked twice, but before he could reply, the guy behind the counter said, “Hey, if you need a job, gorgeous, why don’t you work here?”
I looked over at him and said, “I’ll do it if you go and ask my master personally, and he says yes.”
Kakashi snorted and said, “You are one cruel, cold bitch. Or is your ANBU master being a little too hard on his slave, and you want to give him a distraction?”
When the shop owner heard Kakashi say ANBU, his face went white. As soon as Kakashi stopped speaking, he started apologizing. I cut him off midstream and tried to pay for the book in my hand, but he just insisted I accept it for free. That was fine with me, and after Kakashi paid for his special order, we walked out the door together.
I asked Kakashi if he would be willing to advise me on my new career at a coffee house, offering to treat him. He stopped and turned to me, and to my surprise tapped my nose with his right index finger, saying, “Stop it, just stop it. I’m sorry. I have to go meet my boyfriend whom I love a lot. And there is only one publisher worth sending you manuscript to, the one that published the Icha, Icha series. I’m leaving,” and with that, he vanished in that annoying way that jounins do.
`Hmmm, chick-shit coward like most men,’ I thought, `but not my Ibiki!’ Just thinking about Ibiki made me decide to head home and read my new novel—maybe I could pick up some tips for the next time Ibiki needed a little stress relief. Besides, I had invitations to write.
I headed over to the sleazy section of town. I usually bought my sex toys from Lotions and Lace, which catered to women. They didn’t have a big selection of reading material. So I passed that store by and decided to try The Brown Bag Bookstore. I’d never been in it before. I walked in the small store with its narrow aisles and was immediately distracted by the books on a small rotating stand that had a card above it stating simply “Master/Slave.” My god, I had no idea there were so many books featuring this type of fantasy.
An apologetic male voice suddenly said, “Hey, Kakashi, I finally found it—sorry it took me so long to get your special order, but my damn assistant quit. You wouldn’t want to work here part time, would you? There’s an incredible employee discount.”
I started laughing and ambled over to the counter to chat up Kakashi. “So, the great Copy-Cat Nin is taking on a side job, eh?” I teased. Then I noticed Kakashi was in “civies.” Dammit, why are the gay ones so hot? He was wearing tight black jeans and a tight navy dress shirt—with three buttons open. Damn, if that was him the other day I’d had in my mouth, what a total crime against humanity that he favored men. It occurred to me that Ibiki might have been planning a little double humiliation—gay guy can’t get it up, girl can’t get a guy off. Gosh—another plot idea.
“HELLO!”
“Oh, ah, sorry, Kakashi, I got a little distracted there. What were you saying?” I asked.
His one eye looked scathing—it’s pretty impressive how expressive that eye is. “I asked you how your health was since I haven’t seen you since you got out of the hospital,” he said.
“Oh? Didn’t Ibiki tell you? I thought you dropped by the other night when I was tied up,” I said watching his face.
“No, wasn’t me,” he said.
I gave him the full head to toe look-over and then, for just a second, made a face like I had just drank sour milk before saying, “Yeah, I think the guy that Ibiki had over was something else.” Here I paused to lick my lips and look like I was remembering a religious experience before correcting myself, “Oh, I mean someone else.”
Kakashi didn’t react at all to that, which only convinced me it had been him since what I was saying should have sounded weird and confusing to most people. He casually looked at the book in my hand, Slutty Sex Slave #9, and asked, “So is that a series you like? I prefer the Icha, Icha series myself.”
I looked down at the book in my hand and grinned, “Never read any of them, but I don’t think I’ll have trouble picking up in the middle of the series. Hey, seriously Kakashi, I need a job, and I’m thinking of trying to write these things. Can you recommend some publishers I should try sending manuscripts to?”
Kakashi’s one visible eye blinked twice, but before he could reply, the guy behind the counter said, “Hey, if you need a job, gorgeous, why don’t you work here?”
I looked over at him and said, “I’ll do it if you go and ask my master personally, and he says yes.”
Kakashi snorted and said, “You are one cruel, cold bitch. Or is your ANBU master being a little too hard on his slave, and you want to give him a distraction?”
When the shop owner heard Kakashi say ANBU, his face went white. As soon as Kakashi stopped speaking, he started apologizing. I cut him off midstream and tried to pay for the book in my hand, but he just insisted I accept it for free. That was fine with me, and after Kakashi paid for his special order, we walked out the door together.
I asked Kakashi if he would be willing to advise me on my new career at a coffee house, offering to treat him. He stopped and turned to me, and to my surprise tapped my nose with his right index finger, saying, “Stop it, just stop it. I’m sorry. I have to go meet my boyfriend whom I love a lot. And there is only one publisher worth sending you manuscript to, the one that published the Icha, Icha series. I’m leaving,” and with that, he vanished in that annoying way that jounins do.
`Hmmm, chick-shit coward like most men,’ I thought, `but not my Ibiki!’ Just thinking about Ibiki made me decide to head home and read my new novel—maybe I could pick up some tips for the next time Ibiki needed a little stress relief. Besides, I had invitations to write.