Boutique Erotique

It has been a while hasn't it? I didn't mean for updates on this to take so long and I'm not so typically lazy with things like this, loads of things going on like school and computer trouble, and a convention. Anyway, thank you for all the favorites, alerts, and reviews on this! I super appreciate them and I am so sorry I take forever to do things and I hope you're all patient. Not as long as an update as I wanted, but it is still an update. Sorry as this is posted on two sites and such...

A few things about this chapter and in general: Rated M for things such as sexual themes; Alternate Universe so they might be a bit OOC to fit the situation; from Kakashi's point of view so not all information may represent what is actual fact or what is going on. Also, I have introduced two more characters from the series, you'll see as soon as you read.

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Boutique Erotique

Part Three: Practice

Instead of sleeping in on my one day off, I used this time to do something deviating from my normal schedule. It was something I had been doing since the accident.

Every Sunday, I went to visit Obito’s grave, just to chat with him about what I was up to these days. I knew he was dead and long gone and that he probably really didn’t care, but it put things into perspective for me.

I stumbled out of bed as usual, my feet catching on a dog, though it hard to tell canine from carpet no matter what time I got up. I cursed and the dog barked then both of us pretended it never happened and went about our morning routines, him sleeping beside the bed and me trying to find my kitchen. I wasn’t even hung over.

Whoever hadn’t been pushed off the bed when I got up was moving out of the way as I sought for handholds on thresholds. Even if I hadn’t drifted off into dreamland thinking of my pink-haired employee, didn’t mean that she wasn’t haunting me in my dreams already.

She was invading and she didn’t even know it. Never had I taken to a woman this early or this young to be honest with myself, which isn’t something that a lot of people like to do at… I glanced at the clock on my stove to see that it was already nine am. I was usually up before then, but I was sure that Obito would understand if I were a little late today.

What was sad was that his family was still alive and didn’t even come to visit his grave. It is hard to get over something if you don’t make yourself confront it. So I made myself confront it once a week. It was my own personal therapy session, for free of course.

I pushed the button on my worn out coffee maker, knowing that it would probably be at least another twenty minutes before it got off its ass and made the thick brew I always drank on mornings like these. I should replace it, but I never think about it when I go to the store for things. Besides, we were more like old friends; you can’t dispose of an old friend so easily.

I could have used the time wisely to go ahead and dress while I was waiting, but I didn’t feel up to tripping over the dogs again. Instead, I rested my head in the crook of my arm, shutting my eyes as I tried to get a good grip on myself.

Tomorrow would be the day that Sakura started working for me, or at least on her own somewhat. She had caught on quickly, faster than any of the other girls I had ever hired. Those girls were like Sakura’s friend Ino.

There were not coy in the least with their dark hair and dark passionate eyes, usually very heavily endowed through the breast area. They often dressed to show off these assets through cleavage and plunging necklines or corsets. Jiraiya called them ‘buxom’ women when we would talk in private about whatever girl had turned him down.

They were not shy about products or about helping customers find what they needed. Most of them were chatty and knew how to swing their hips or pose while trying to sell. After work every night they had a date either with me or someone they had met in the store.

As I had said, it was fun playing with them. We would go out to dinner somewhere close to my apartment, holding hands and feeding each other desert, before they would journey back with me to my apartment for an after dinner make out session. Maybe we would play at work some in the backroom or behind the counter on slow days, but that was always as far as it went with coworkers.

The girls were usually in their twenties and would meet someone to take them away to start a real life and that was the end of it. It wasn’t like I was lying or using them. It was a mutual agreement, we both benefited from it. They gained experience and I gained an outlet for some sexual tension.

I smiled into the bared skin on my arm. Those had been good times.

The coffee should have been about done. I scratched my head, fingers tangling in the grey strands as I yawned, scratched something else, and got up to investigate. I could smell the comforting scent of Folgers as I reached for my favorite white mug that I had remembered to wash after my last use.

There were worse things I could have started my day with as far as chemicals go. I could have smoked a cigarette or had an addiction to some type of illegal drug. Just coffee, plain black, no extras. A man’s cup of coffee, as some called it.

The warm liquid seeped down my throat past my bare lips, providing me with instant gratification. I would be good to go in another few sips. The soft tongue of one of the many dogs worked on my leg with their constant affection.

The girls I had brought home with me were never fond of the dogs, always choosing to sit on a spot where one of them had not been. The dogs were a huge part of my life, another reason why the relationships just remained physical and why I was still one of the city’s eligible bachelors.

“Hey Pakkun,” I greeted as I leaned down to scratch behind his ears. He kicked his leg happily, staring up at me with those huge brown eyes. The dog always looked so sad. “What are you sad about?” I asked, fully knowing of course that he wasn’t going to answer me. He cocked his head and licked my leg once more. “I’m sorry you won’t be able to go with me.”

I swear, I’m not crazy. Who doesn’t talk to their pet though? I never took them with me of course; a man walking seven or eight dogs in a cemetery just isn’t acceptable. So, they would just have to look sad until I got back to walk them.

“Sorry guys, you can’t go with me right now.” We went through this routine every Sunday. They followed me around the apartment while I got dressed whining and looking depressed. “Discussion over.” I always spent Sunday talking to things that couldn’t answer me back in a way I could understand.

I shut everything off and locked the door, heading for the cemetery on the other side of town. It was a half a day trip on foot. I didn’t bother owning a car when I worked so close. Walking was better for me anyway, kept me young.

My hands slid into the pockets of my beat up blue jeans as I walked down the grey cement in the bright sun of Sunday. I passed few people on the sidewalks, giving them a passing nod and continuing through the maze of the streets and alleys to where I knew the cement marker was waiting.

The air wasn’t so hot yet, meaning that summer hadn’t hit us in full force yet. I hated summer honestly. It always forced me to stay in cool buildings and drive my bills as well as my blood to boiling. I could still get away with long sleeves in the morning and late evenings if I wanted to.

I passed public places full of girls dressed in the Lolita style, probably around Sakura’s age maybe a little younger out with boys dressed in punk from about every decade. I remember Obito, Rin, and I all went through that age. Someone probably still had pictures of us from when we would go out.

Rin had been Obito’s girlfriend when we were in school. Actually, Sakura reminded me of her in looks at least and kind of personality. She had been a nice girl. I wondered what had happened to her after school was over. I bet she was probably extremely attractive by now, not that I would have been interested as to me she would forever be Obito’s love. But it would have been nice to see her again, just like old times.

I turned the final corner on the block of the cemetery, pushing open the rusting wrought iron gate, and listening to it squeak. There were rows and rows of identical graves. If I had not been coming to the cemetery since Obito died, I would have probably become overwhelmed and left.

Maybe that was why his family never seemed to visit. I was the only one to change the flowers or give offerings for him at various holidays. Either that or his death still bothered them so much they couldn’t bear to see even his grave. Or maybe I was wrong about the whole thing. I was usually known to be wrong and often misjudge things.

The worn out black sandals I had worn flopped against the walkway as I made my way down. I could feel the weight of the world attempting to crush me as I continued. I knew I would feel better later when I started to leave.

His grave was simple stone and engraved with his name, but to me it was the best one there. I sat down in front of it, crossed legged as I knew I would be there a while. The cemetery was unexpectedly quiet.

“Hey Obito,” I started. “It’s that time again,” I smiled. I wished I had brought a lunch as I had a lot of things to fill him in on and only so many hours in the day.

I told him all about how the week at the shop had gone, from the first unexciting part to when Sakura and her friends came in, to when she began training under me. This was the only time that I carried on a real conversation and there was no one around to hear me. Other than that, I was silent, usually buried behind one of my books.

“So Obito, I’m not sure what to do about this new girl. She’s the only one to do the things she does to me in such a short time period.”

No answer, no comment. You weren’t really expecting him to be: “Oh yes Kakashi, I think that you should bang her quietly in the back of the store,” in some type of mystical and faraway oracle voice. This is not that type of situation and Obito wasn’t exactly that type of guy. I would have died had he ever, dead or alive, told me that.

“I guess I will just have to see how this goes then. Tomorrow she actually begins some real work. She will probably be like all of the others and just stay for a short time period. Maybe nothing will happen,” I mused as I stroked my chin. “I’ll tell you how it goes next week then Obito. Later.” I stood up, patting the grave with my right hand, and left.

Instead of feeling lighter as I usually did, I still felt about the same. This weekly visit had failed in putting anything in perspective for me or to answer my questions. In fact, I felt even more uncertain of how tomorrow’s events would unfold.

I knew I wouldn’t let her work the whole day, probably just five hours or so would be plenty. I already knew that I would have to be completely on guard the whole time against pervert customers trying to take my employee for granted.

So far she had trained without complaint but then tomorrow she could just find it too difficult and not worth her effort and just quit on the spot. In fact, the moment she would probably start work is when everyone would go to hell in a neat, pink hand basket.

The dogs greeted me at my apartment door, seemingly oblivious to my inner turmoil as they jumped on my legs, their paws catching in my clothing and threatening to tear the material in their exuberance for the prospect of an afternoon walk.

“Alright guys, we’ll go out,” I smiled.

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After proceeding through my normal week day routine, I walked the short distance to work and proceeded through my waiting for Sakura to show up; just a bunch of procedures really. This early in the day there were almost never any customers unless it was a holiday of some kind.

I could hear my heart thudding dully against my chest, pumping blood through vessels to every vital organ. I couldn’t read and focus again, the words just blurring before my eye. I set the worn, orange backed book on the counter and propped my face up with my hand.

I was developing a bad habit of watching the clock, waiting for something to happen. If I wasn’t careful or didn’t find better things to concentrate on I would watch my life pass by me. It was already happening. I was a thirty-something year old man with a developing obsession with an eighteen year old; something was wrong.

“Kakashi?” I heard a delicate voice ask.

“Hm?” I turned my head to see Sakura standing before me, all smiles as usual.

“Are you okay?” she asked, turning her head just slightly.

“I’m fine. Ready to begin working?”

“Yeah, I practiced all weekend with my boyfriend.”

My heart sank through the floor below me. A boyfriend? She had a boyfriend after all? She hadn’t mentioned a boyfriend at all and she had been here two days?

“Ah, I see,” I answered stupidly. My mind was reeling. A boyfriend? Didn’t girls have a habit of mentioning them all the time? How serious were they? And more importantly, how could I convince-

I caught myself with the last one. No, that would not be fair to already be plotting against this girl I hardly knew and the boyfriend she had yet to mention. I shook my head uncomfortably. I was already becoming obsessed with some perfectly nice girl I had only just hired.

As her recent employer it wasn’t any of my business in regards to her personal life. I had no right to delve into it as I wished. Well, not unless she began to tell me about it.

“Yeah, his name is Sasuke Uchiha,” she smiled, holding out a picture in her wallet. It was right next to her license in the pocket. The boy had pitch black, rather spiky hair, framing a pale and stoic face. He seemed to be scowling at whoever had taken the picture with his arms crossed over a rather slim t-shirt covered chest.

“Hn.” He looked like the parts of the Uchiha family I remembered from hanging around with Obito. Most of them were accurate definitions and examples for stoicism.

“Yeah. I’ve known him forever but we only started dating in high school,” she continued. “He doesn’t really like the idea of me working here, but he is supportive enough,” she smiled. “Of course I don’t like what he does for a living either, but I can’t talk about that,” she winked. I bet he was some sort of lawman for his father then.

“Ah,” I nodded. The more she talked about him, the worse the feelings became. I wanted to end the conversation about him honestly, but since she was being so open with me then it would have been rude. Maybe she would quiet down on her own, now that my hopes were possibly tarnished.

“But anyway…um…” She blushed a shade to match her hair. “I was wondering if we could practice before anyone came in the store. You know, what we were working on the other day?” Oh yeah did I remember. How could I forget even the slightest movement of her shirt across her supple young skin? I couldn’t forget how she had stretched with her arms behind her back, pushing her chest into view. No, it wasn’t as large as I had originally thought. Give me a break, I’ve only got one visible eye.

But still, she wanted my help with this. I completely ignored that she had practiced for her boyfriend, well, using my one perverted thought for the day to imagine that she had probably practiced other things for him.

“Sure, I don’t mind,” I told her. Even if I couldn’t do anything other than look at her, it was more than enough with her frame right?

“Okay, thank you,” she nodded, blush still there as I moved around from behind the counter, her green eyes trained on me. That Uchiha was a lucky bastard for having a girlfriend like this, willing to work in my shop for her dream. I should have changed my thoughts about her, but it was really next to an impossible feat as she began to sway her hips with her slender back to me.

I subconsciously licked my lips watching the motion as her delicate but smooth muscled legs crossed one in front of the other, feet shielded in round toe black pumps, giving way to fair skinned and toned legs, leading to a short black skirt covered with a red lacy tank top, as she turned a little more to face me.

“I would like to buy a doll,” I told her evenly, as most of the customers would.

“Alright, follow me,” she smiled, upbeat and cheerful, she wasn’t even blushing today.

She kept her arms gripped behind her back as she turned giving me a coy smile as she lead me to aisle with the dolls on them. I couldn’t stop my eye from watching her hips sway from side to side again, or how fast my mind reacted to slipping into perversion again, or even how my eye continued to roam her body even after she had paused beside the several rows of them and began explaining each one to me.

Her clear gloss, even in the dim lighting of my store sent raging thoughts and blood through my mind almost continuously of what else could be there along with that shine like my saliva. I bet her boyfriend couldn’t kiss her like I could, or worship her body and make her feel like the woman she was.

I had year’s worth of experience over a lot of people that were probably attracted to her. The words coming out of her mouth didn’t honestly matter as Sakura was one of those special kinds of people you find every now and again that could sell snow to an Eskimo just by smiling or something.

I watched her delicate hands pick up the various boxes to show me as she explained a few of probably features about them and variances. I figured most guys would be as entranced as I was. She could have talked me to my impending doom and I never would have noticed.

“How did I do?” she asked, biting her lip as she crossed her arms in front of herself, unconsciously shielding her body from public view. While she had worked on manners, you couldn’t cultivate self confidence over a weekend to fool me. She still wasn’t comfortable with her looks. But our customers would never pick up on that probably, or if they did, they might find it cute.

“You did just fine, I see a real improvement,” I told her. I wasn’t going to crush her. She had improved for her job. “You’re ready to start today,” I told her.

“Thank you Kakashi,” she smiled. I remembered what I had been thinking the days before, about someone as pretty as her having a boyfriend. It seemed all the good ones were taken in this world. I had my chance to pick up someone hadn’t I? It wasn’t her fault.

“Hn.” She followed me all the way back to the counter. I wished her bubbly attitude was contagious. I was so depressed now by her simple news. I really was letting myself get down wasn’t I? How unlike me. I often prided myself on not caring. She would never be able to tell and that was fine.

“So what do you want me to do?” Oh right, I hadn’t told her. While my mind was screaming at me about just taking her to the backroom and convincing her my way that she didn’t need Sas-something or another, my obedient mouth answered that she would be working the counter until eight o’clock.

“Oh okay,” she nodded. It would be before the night rush hopefully, though I was expecting about anything to happen, putting her in charge. It could snow in the store and I wouldn’t be at all surprised, according to how this day was going thus far.

“Good, I’m going to the door then.” I could I.D people, though I had planned on hiring someone to do this honestly, not that it mattered. You could tell the underage from the others pretty well after you had been in it as long as me.

This would give me time to devise a plan of action as far as how to proceed with her working in the store. I wanted to convince her one way or the other that I was better than a Uchiha for her. I know, just slightly obsessive huh? But that girl, I knew when I saw her there was something special about her.

Some people just know things like that. The pink hair was honestly just a bonus, but when I saw those eyes, I knew that I wouldn’t have minded looking at them all day. Okay, so her body was another plus in my favor.

Wow, I was getting out of my range on the one thought a day. Okay, maybe just five thoughts a day and I would try to spread them out. I shifted in one place uncomfortably, waiting for something to distract me. I wished I had grabbed my book off the counter.

Deciding that my book was more important, I turned back and headed for the back to find another one to read. It might possibly help me keep my mind off of Sakura. It didn’t occur to me for a few seconds that I would have to pass her again and that might stir up my thoughts.

But it was worth the risk. I would just have to control myself. I breathed deeply, avoiding as much eye contact as possible.

“Are you okay Kakashi?” she asked.

“Yeah, fine,” I answered as I bypassed her. It was cute that she was concerned. She would hopefully learn in time not to be concerned with me. I guess it was just a woman’s thing, to be concerned with everyone, regardless of how well you know them.

There was a stack of new books in one of the boxes so I tried to pick one that wasn’t in a series or that I had already read, since those seemed to be failing on my the last few days. I was trying not to take too long, but I guess maybe I got a little carried away.

“Who are you and why haven’t I dated you yet?” I heard a familiar and unfortunate voice. Of all days for him to come in he picked this one? Was the universe out to get me? Sakura was right, trouble followed her and that bubble gum colored head of hers.

“What is with that cheesy pick up line?” I heard her ask.

“What? I’m the author of these books-“

“Oh shit,” I cursed as I dropped the book before I ran from the backroom to the counter. Jiraiya was leering across the counter at Sakura, who seemed fit to deck him one as one of his hands caressed hers. I didn’t think I could make it in time to keep her from hitting him, but it wouldn’t have been the first time, or the last either.

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