Striptease no jutsu

The curtains once again began to shift as the chakra writing began to script the next performer. The audience were still rowdy from Suni’s amazing dance, and they couldn’t wait to see who was next to bare some flesh. Behind the scenes, the performers themselves had gathered around behind the curtain, anxiously awaiting the chakra to become decipherable.

“Hey! Whose on next?!” Naruto called out to the rest of the dancers as he and Sakura ran up.

“Not yet, the chakra just started to write,” TenTen answered.

“Hey Sakura, bet I’m next,” Ino sneered from between pursed lips. Sakura tried to ignore her so-called friend’s challenge, but couldn’t help but ask.

“Why do you say that?” Sakura asked, trying to imitate Ino’s snobbishness. Ino smiled.

“Because we all know second is the best, and that’s so me,” Ino answered narcissistically.

“Hmph,” Sakura responded in disapproval of Ino’s overconfidence. She couldn’t stand Ino’s self-obssession. She prayed to the gods that Ino’s name wasn’t about to be scripted on the curtain.

All eyes, front and back of the house, attentively watched the chakra fusing thru the curtain take a powder blue hue. Sakura’s brow furrowed. If the chakra was any indication of the upcoming performer, she knew her prayer was going to be ignored.

The chakra formed the words “Hot, Sweet and Sexy”, words that made Sakura’s blood boil. She had picked those very same words for her act that was so prematurely stolen from her.

‘Damn that pig, she didn’t even have the decency to change the name of the act!’ Sakura’s inner self raged. There was no doubt about it, Ino was going up next.

“Told you so, forehead,” Ino chided as her name glowed on the draping cloth for all to see. Ino flipped her hair with her hand confidently and took a deep breath. It was easy to see that Ino could barely hold the smile that was prying at her lips. She had been victorious in sabotaging Sakura’s act and also got to go before her. The rest of the night had to go her way as well, and she knew with an act like hers, there was no way it wouldn’t. Ino’s powder blue robe dropped to the ground, revealing her performance outfit, which even Sakura couldn’t deny was absolutely stunning and very becoming of the Yamanaka flower.

Out front, Shikamaru felt a hand touch his shoulder that made him jump slightly. It was from his once team captain Asuma.

“Shikamaru, look alive,” he advised the sleepy ninja.

“Huh, wha?” Shika stammered as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

“Ino is up next, Shikamaru!” Chouji rejoiced as a thick finger pointed up at the curtain. “Hot, Sweet, and Sexy, Ino Yamanaka,” Shikamaru recited. “Feh, how very Ino,” he scoffed.

“Just be nice and try to pay attention, I’m sure she’s worked very hard on this routine and needs our support,” Asuma counseled. Shikamaru responded with a single nod. He knew he needed to watch, not for her, but for his own well being. He knew that if Ino caught him napping during her performance, he was far too close to the stage to guarantee he would still be a man when he left. He winced at the thought of the pain shooting thru his balls if Ino got a hold of him.

“Good luck, Ino-san!” Tenten said fervently.

“Yea! Knock ‘em dead!” Naruto encouraged, only to get a swat from an open hand. “S-Sakura-chan, why? I’m only being a good sport!”

“Don’t be a good sport to someone who isn’t!” Sakura seethed.

“it’s ok, Sakura. No need to hit him. I already planned on winning this anyway,” Ino contended playfully as she gave the peace sign with one hand while pulling down her lower eyelid with the free one, tongue sticking out. But before Sakura could strangle the blond beauty, a voice rang out.

“Come here big boy”

With that, the curtain spread open where Ino was standing her back to the audience. The garment she wore was a powder blue sequined halter dress with a fish tail skirt, short on the left side, long on the right. The back was very low cut, showing off her fair skin and complete with a bit of cleavage from her backside. Long white gloves covered her delicate looking hands that rested on her hips and milky arms up to just above her elbows. Her hair was up in her normal ponytail but was decorated with glittery blue and white flower hair clips.

Everyone’s eyes were affixed to her, including those from her own team. Asuma and Chouji whistled in support for their friend, while Shikamaru sat in his chair with the rest of the judges with a criticizing eye.

‘I should’ve known this would be the type of outfit she would wear for this event. So typical of Ino,’ Shikamaru thought to himself with a smirk. Some things never change. Ino was always into glitz and glamour and tonight was one of the few opportunities she had to show it.

The music began to play, and it was quite a different feel from Suni’s track. The drums kept a relatively slow, jazzy tempo. A single trombone began to wail a sexy solo that was the epitome of a cabaret performance. Alluring, smooth and seductive. All traits of Ino’s.

As the number played, Ino began to roll her shoulders, one then the other, in time with the drums. The opening in the dress allowed the audience to see the blades of her shoulders pop with her movements.

“Uh
Mmmm mmmm
Yeah”

The obviously female singer let out a few moans that were brought to visual life by Ino. With the first, the blond pulled her head back so her face was up towards the sky. She even went as far as to mouth along with the artist. The swaying then migrated from her shoulders to her hips as she pulled her head back up, still keeping up with the tempo.

Suddenly, a few more trombones along with some trumpets joined in, making the already sensual song even stronger. Ino began to turn slowly and to face the audience. The front of her dress had a low dip, letting the bright stage lights caress the contours of her bust. Her right leg was exposed, a white thigh high stocking hugging it tightly. A blue garter was strapped to her thigh, and a strap leading up disappeared under her dress. A few of the men drooled from thinking about what she was hiding underneath all that flashy satin.

“You’ve been a bad, bad boy.
I’m gonna take my time so enjoy.
There’s no need to feel no shame,
Relax and sip upon my champagne.
“Cause I’m gonna give you a little taste,
Of the sugar below my waist.
You nasty boy.”

As Ino worked her way down the catwalk, she continued to pop her hips from side to side along with the music. Ino’s lips started to mock those of the singer, and she began to mouth the words as she stalked down towards the far pole. She coyly pointed a finger down at the end of the stage towards Ryu, who was leaning back in his chair, smiling devilishly.

As Ino got closer and closer towards Ryu, she stared him down with intense blue eyes. Her stare never faltered as she ran her hands up and down the curves of her body, from the sides of her chest, down the shape of her waist and the groove of her hips. She stopped when she had reached Neji who had ordered a drink. She leaned down from the hips, keeping her legs completely straight and spread, so as to give the audience a few nasty thoughts, and grabbed the glass from the Hyuuga man. With a delicate grasp she picked up the drink and brought it to her lips and downed it with a few unheard gulps while straightening up her body with each count of the song. After finishing the unknown liquid, Ino pressed her lips to the glass, leaving a glittery light pink kiss mark on them, and tossed it back to it’s previous owner, who caught it with one bandaged hand.

After quenching her thirst, Ino continued her way to the pole, but not before giving a wink and blowing a kiss to the Byakugan user in appreciation for his hospitality. It reminded Shikamaru of when they were confronted by the Hyuuga boy during the chuunin exams when they were only 12 and 13. Ino tried her best to seduce the boy but to no avail. It seemed it worked a little better this time around, since it left Neji’s eyes fixed to the flirty woman, cheeks slightly flushed pink.

‘I wondered back then if Neji was straight. Guess this sort of answers that,’ Shikamaru joked to himself.

“She owes me a drink,” Neji declared out loud. Shikamaru’s head dropped with a huff.

‘Guess not’.

Ino had finally arrived at the metal pole. She grabbed it softly with one hand and walked to the side closest to Ryu. With her one hand behind her head, she brought up her other hand, then kicked her legs up and out, flashing the audience of what was hiding beneath her dress. But as quickly as it happened, it ended, with Ino bringing her knees together and slowly lowering her feet back to the ground.

“I’ll give you some ooh la la.
Voulez vous coucher avec moi.
I’ve got you breakin’ into a sweat.
Got you hot, bothered and wet,
You nasty boy.
Nasty Naught Boy”

Ino didn’t stop her slow descend at a standing position. Rather she slowly and gracefully dropped her body down into a side split, her upper body twisting to her right. She leaned herself forward and reached a hand towards Ryu’s face. Ryu was glad to meet her halfway and brought his chair to a normal upright position and arced his face towards the gloved hands of the performer. Slender fingers caressed his tan skin, making him shiver. The fingers then snaked thru his long hair to the back of his head, pulling him closer towards the lovely woman. He hadn’t noticed her face was closing in on his. Ryu parted his lips slightly, hoping the sexy Ino would meet him halfway, but to his dismay, and to the other males’ delight, one quick push sent him back to his original state, leaned back in the chair. Ino simply smiled and wink playfully at the visiting nin and pushed herself back upright, dragging her hands along the stage.

“Oh baby for all it’s worth,
I swear I’ll be the first to blow, your, mind.
Now if you’re ready come and get me.
I’ll give you that hot, sweet, sexy loving. (loving)”

From her split pose, Ino reached her hands up to the pole once again and with one smooth pull was able to lift herself completely off the ground. Not only that but flipped so her stomach was against the pole. To the astonishment to the audience and judges alike, she was also able to straighten her body completely. The long side of her dress draped down along her body, flashing the sequined blue unmentionables shying away underneath. A large majority of the crowd hooted and hollered in response. Even Iruka, her former academy, couldn’t help but let out a yell.

“Wow! What a woman!” Ryu praised. ‘Too bad she’s a fuckin’ tease,’ Ryu thought angrily.

“Her chakra is seriously aligned with the atmosphere,” Moonbeam added smoothly.

Ino wrapped her thighs around the cold metal and repositioned her hands so she could push her body up further, making her do a reverse, vertical crawl up the steel. When she had ascertained she had gotten enough height, she spread her legs into another split and allowed her body to fold down a bit at a time, showing incredible abdominal and arm strength, until she was right side up once again.

“Go Ino!” Chouji yelled at the top of his lungs, between bites of his bar food. Asuma joined in with another whistle. Shikamaru, however, stayed quiet. He was impressed, but he didn’t feel the need to show it. He knew that all that matter to Ino in the end was winning, and if his score helped her do that, she’d be satisfied.

“Shikamaru-kun! You should cheer for your team mate! She is overflowing with self-discipline and youth!” an excited Lee pointed out. Shikamaru sighed.

“Hush now don’t say another word,
I’m gonna give you what you deserve.
Now you better give me a little taste,
Put your icing on my cake.
You nasty boy”

Before Shikamaru could say anything, his attention was snapped back to Ino by a finger covering his mouth, with the other four turning his chin towards the stage once more. Ino had dropped herself down to her knees and crawled her way towards her team member.

Shikamaru’s dark eyes locked with the bright eyes of Ino, who seemed quite displeased with the fact he was not paying attention to her, but rather to Lee. Her feminine shaped eyes narrowed slightly.

‘I’ll teach you to stop watching my performance, Shikamaru,’ Ino thought to herself daringly. ‘I’ll have to embarrass you’. Ino allowed her fingers to lazily comb their way thru Shikamaru’s tied back hair as she slid herself towards him. She lowered face down towards him as she pulled Shikamaru’s head back by a thick handful of hair, and flicked the tip of her pink tongue across his cheek. Shikamaru’s face reddened.

“Mmpfh!” Shikamaru’s cry was muffled. With one quick pull, Ino had yanked Shikamaru into her cleavage, probably scarring the young man for life. She couldn’t help but giggle at the poor boy’s misfortune, or was it good fortune? No matter what kind of fortune it was, it wasn’t something that he was going to be able to shake off for quite some time.

Ryu glared and turned red from the wave of jealousy that washed over him. “How come I didn’t get licked or pulled into her cleavage?” he mumbled in envy.

As quickly as she pulled him in, she jerked him back out, and left him gasping for air. Once again, she left her victim with her trademark wink and slid herself back towards the awaiting pole.

“Oh no, ooh there I go again,
I need a spanking, ‘cause I’ve, been, bad.
So let my body do the talkin’
I’ll slip you that hot, sweet, sexy loving.”

Shikamaru was dazed, confused and completely disgusted. He grabbed at Neji’s drink he just received from the judge’s personal cocktail waitress and downed the whole thing in one gulp. Mussed strands of hair escaped from his hair tie and made him look incredibly disheveled. Shikamaru slammed the glass down, nearly breaking it, and gasped for air. Asuma and Chouji were behind him, trying their best to not laugh out loud, but couldn’t hold it. There were too many other people laughing, Gai and Iruka included. Shikamaru turned and glared at the four men behind him, who promptly got over their case of the giggles and got back to the show. While turning back to the stage to try and stop shaking, his eyes crossed paths with the opal ones of Neji’s.

“What the hell do you want?!” Shikamaru couldn’t help but yell. He had just been traumatized and face raped by Ino’s chest, and would not be taking any evil glares from anyone.

“You stole my drink,” Neji accused. Shikamaru looked down at the tipped glass in front of him. He hadn’t even realized he had anything to drink. He looked back up at the Hyuuga.

“Dude, if you were in that, you’d probably black out and reach for a drink too,” Shikamaru testified. Neji’s eyes narrowed. A few awkward moments of silence between them passed.

“Dick,” was Neji’s simple reply.

During the tiff between the two geniuses of Konoha, Ino had done quite a bit to rile up the crowd. She had stalked her way to the center of the catwalk on all fours, then pushed herself up, but only her lower half, assuming “the position” once again towards the entire crowd, only this time, using her right hand to give herself a little swat on the backside, much to the delight of many male onlookers.

Ino slowly raised her torso up, rolling her body as she ascended, until she was bending slightly back. She then used her hips to punctuate each of the words at the end of the verse, gyrating her hips around for the final word.

“Ohh, ha!
Come on daddy!
Oooh ohh ohh yeah!
Ohh yeah!
Come on, mmm, sugar.
I got you breakin’ into a sweat.
Got you hot, bothered and wet,
You nasty boy!
Nasty naughty boy.
Naughty boy.”

As the music cut into a raging, heated breakdown, Ino decided to turn up the heat. She turned around and strutted her stuff back to the pole. She raised her right leg up and hooked her ankle around it. After anchoring herself, she leaned her body completely back and let her hands rub against her skin from her exposed leg up her stomach, chest, neck and eventually to her hair. She then pulled the tie in her hair loose, and freed it from it’s harsh up do. The blond locks fell down, showing just how long her hair was. It reached down to the small triangle in her back, which is where she always liked it to be. She never liked to have short hair since she was an academy student, and her growing older didn’t change her ideal hair length.

She shook her head, so her hair loosened up even more. She looked much more seductive with her long hair down, it bouncing after her every move. Ino reached a hand towards the pole and swung her body around it, a stream of blond following her. She continued to throw her head around, swinging her prized follicles around like a rock star.

Ino grabbed the pole with both hands and kicked her legs up into another split, keeping her velocity in the air while lowering her body little by little towards the ground, her stance never faltering, and the skirt of her dress flowing behind her. But before she came close enough to the ground to slide to a halt, she bent her legs under herself, landing feet together. Then she stuck her swung her ass down, out then up, raising her lower half up and bending her up body down, displaying her cleavage towards the right side of the stage.

Jiraiya couldn’t help but drool. Her chest seemed so perfect. Supple with a milky complexion, probably soft to the touch. Just like the girls in his books. It was as if he was getting a show from a character in his Icha Icha Paradise novels, and it was definitely going to help Ino’s score as far as he was concerned.

Tsunade was more impressed with Ino’s body language. It was captivating. Paired with her playfulness with the judges and playing to the underlying wants of the audience, Ino’s act seemed unstoppable. It was a shame she stole it from Sakura. Sakura would’ve done a fantastic job, but Ino sure was going to be tough to beat with her perfect figure and hypnotizing gyrations.

“Oh baby for all it’s worth.
I swear I’ll be the first to blow, your, mind.
Now that’s your ready, give it to me.
Just give me that hot, sweet, sexy lovin’”

‘It’s about time I do some high flying moves,’ Ino thought to herself. Ino kicked up one long, luscious leg and used her hands to catch herself on the pole to flip herself upside down once again. Once she had a good grip, Ino spread one leg forward and one leg back then switched in a scissor motion.

Suddenly, in one fluid motion, Ino got herself back on her two feet, launch herself several feet up the pole, hung herself upside down again and hooked the top of one foot around the pole. She grabbed the pole above her head, pointed her free leg away from her and arched her body as far as she could, forming a K shape in midair. The whole audience freaked out at the show of agility, strength, flexibility and most of all, sexiness.

“Now give me a little spanking, uuhh.
Ooh, ooh, is that all you got?
Come on, now, don’t play with me.
Ooh, give me that hot, sweet, nasty,
Boy don’t you make me wait!
Now give me a little taste.
Put your icing on my cake,
You nasty boy!
Mmmm”

Ino’s next few stunts had everyone on edge both in a good way and a bad way. Taking a huge risk, the Yamanaka heiress freed one hand and untied the top of the halter dress, letting the two ties fall to the sides, while still upside down and in the K posture. Then Ino completely shocked the audience when she let go with the other hand and started to fall. But at the same time, she wrapped her free leg around the pole, pointing downward, leaving her legs split once again.

‘Damn this girl likes her legs open! Wouldn’t mind helping her with that,’ Ryu thought with a feral grin.

The reason for releasing her grip? To release her dress. While still suspended on the pole, she unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall to the ground. A huge cheer echoed throughout the building with the performers under attire finally revealed. The strap attached to the garter led up to powder blue sequined cheekies making her legs and ass more delectable looking than ever. And to the delight of every man in existence, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Instead, she sported two flower shaped pasties that matched the color of her panties.

Ryu fell out of his chair from screaming in delight, Jiraiya nearly passed out, and several older shinobi including Genma and his table could barely keep still because of their pants shrinking so suddenly. Meanwhile Tsunade and Asuma averted their eyes slightly, Chouji choked on his food and Shikamaru’s nose dripped with a few droplets of blood.

“Shikamaru-kun! Are you alright?!” Lee exclaimed worried for his friend’s health.

“He’s fine, Lee. But he might have had a seizure,” Neji estimated as he poked the Nara boy. ‘That’s what he gets for drinking my drink, the dick,’ Neji thought vengefully.

Ino finally allowed herself to come back down to Earth for good. She free a leg and swung it down and behind her, giving her body the pull to get around the pole a few times on her way down. Once she landed, she strutted her stuff one last time back towards the curtain, which was beginning to open up once again. Her ass cheeks bounced as she walked, mesmerizing a few audience members who had weaknesses for a curvy backside.

The blond flower couldn’t help but smile. She had succeeded in seducing the crowd a few of the judges, along with breaking the 200 IQ of one of her closest comrades. It was a great performance, but it wasn’t over yet. She had to give the audience something to remember her by, and to forget the rest, especially Sakura.

‘What’s something Sakura wouldn’t do?’ Ino thought mischievously as she placed herself into the curtain where she first emerged. She ran her hands up and down herself while circling her hips. Then it clicked.

With only a few words of the song left, Ino brought her hands up to her chest and pushed her fingers under the pasties that kept her from being completely topless, and at the last beat threw them out to the crowd like flower-shaped Frisbees, leaving her top half exposed to the entire room with her eyes gleaming and beads of sweat shining off her body.

The crowd exploded into a frenzy. They couldn’t believe that Ino had bared herself to the entire audience, which including her old team mates, teachers, the Hokage and Kazekage. But she did it, and they loved it. The audience roared for Ino, and began to chant her name.

“Ino. Ino. Ino”. The chant reverberated off the walls of the backstage area. Ino nonchalantly put her robe back on, which TenTen had picked up off the ground for her. The entire backstage came running up to her, congratulating her on a great performance. All except Sakura.

‘That little skank stole my act, right down to the name, and all the signature moves! I was even going to wear a fish tail halter dress!’ Sakura thought, an enraged fist clenched so tight, a vein popped.

“Well, Sakura. Like I said, second is the best. And whatever number yours ends up being, is the worst,” Ino pledged, letting out a girly chuckle before running off to grab a bite to eat before judging.

“Why you-,” Sakura went to grab for Ino’s luscious locks but her hand was caught by Naruto.

“Don’t do it, Sakura. You’re better than that! Let her go,” Naruto pleaded. Sakura calmed slightly and the muscle behind her reach faded. “Don’t believe her, Sakura. You’re going to be even better! I know you will!” Naruto promised with a silly grin. Sakura’s face softened and she smiled.

“You’re right Naruto. I can’t let her get to me. I’m going to do way better than her! I’ll show that Ino-pig if it’s the last thing I do! CHA!” Sakura proclaimed, balling her fist confidentally.

“That’s the Sakura I know and love!” Naruto said proudly, and loudly. Sakura stared at him.

“What did you say?” Sakura asked curiously, taking a step towards the whiskered ninja.

“Uh, that’s the Sakura I know?” Naruto replied with a sheepish smile.

“No, there was more to that sentence. Spit it out,” Sakura ordered playfully.

“Uh, um,” Naruto was beginning to stutter worse than Hinata. “Look! Ino’s making fun of your forehead again!”

“WHAT!?” Sakura screamed and turned to face her mocker, but found no one. When she turned again, she again, found no one. “NARUTO!”

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I've been struggling with quite a bit of writer's block, and qutie a few hours at work. I really hope it was worth the wait! Felt like having the little thing with Shika and Ino during the performance cuz I thought it'd be funny. And Neji has a drinking problem lol. The whole Naruto Sakura thing was a last minute idea. Might be born from my exhaustion and the fact it's 2 in the morning, but I'm liking it. Anyway, hopefully my spelling is alright. Again, 2 in the morning. Spelling is not a priority at the moment. Please review and vote! It keeps me motivated!