Stripped Bare

Woo! Summer is in sight for me. Only three weeks of school left! Hopefully that will mean more frequent updates for you guys. Anyways, enjoy this chapter. It took me a while to write!

P.S. This story contains adult content and I don’t own Naruto.

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Stripped Bare- Chapter 9

The past few days at the club had been fairly uneventful, None of the dancers had up and disappeared but then again, none of the men Sakura had been questioning had given her a lead.

She had already given more lap dances than what she could count on her fingers and toes, her rising popularity at the club allowing her to convince just about anyone to pay the fee for a few minutes of her time. Over all, she hadn’t had many mishaps and had managed to extract enough information to prove they weren’t the kidnapper from every single one of them, a feat she was quite proud of, although she couldn’t say the same about the methods she used to get the men to talk.

Some of her customers had begged to be allowed to touch her breasts and she had reluctantly agreed. Some touched her softly, caressing and squeezing in a way that was almost pleasant, although she had never found herself aroused beyond the slight quickening in her pulse and perhaps a mild tingling in her nipples or between her legs. Others had grabbed at her roughly, almost bruising her tender flesh and she had had to threaten to throw them out on their asses if the didn’t treat her a little nicer. Other awkward moments included a man who apparently had enjoyed her services so much that he had actually climaxed right in his chair while Sakura was grinding against him and the kunoichi had to cut her act short or risk covering herself in the sticky substance that was rapidly soaking through his pants. Only one idiot had tried to sneak a hand between her legs and Sakura had promptly threatened to call in Juu and have him beat some sense into him, although she yearned to do it herself.

Playing the weak, ordinary girl was tiresome and frustrating. She could punch a hole through any of their chests with minimal effort since even the strongest of the shinobi that found their way into a booth with her weren’t nearly as powerful as she was if their chakra levels were anything to go by. She was tired of relying on someone else to defend her and missed the feeling of driving her fist into something solid, of fighting, sparring, honing her kunoichi abilities. She wouldn’t be surprised if her skills had lost their razor edge during her stay, considering she hadn’t even summoned her chakra in almost a week and a half.

Instead, she performed nightly, growing more and more confident in her dancing and her sexuality. The traces of hesitancy and modesty were quickly fading, leaving behind a cool and mysterious seductress that seemed quite at ease with revealing her body to the eyes of perfect strangers.

Secretly, she wondered what Kakashi thought about her improvement and hoped he was proud of her.

Recently, her interactions with him were brief. They didn’t talk at the club although she often saw him there, watching her silently from the back of the room. They texted back and forth about where to leave the nightly list of men who received lap dances to prevent the exchange from happening in the same place over and over and possibly become a suspicious routine.

Although Sakura was becoming closer and closer with the girls she danced with, she found she missed talking with Kakashi. He was the only one she wasn’t fabricating a lie for. She could be open and honest with him because he knew who she really was and she didn’t have to worry about keeping her mask in place. Sure he was perverted and never punctual and had horrible posture, not to mention an uncanny knack for knowing how to infuriate her, but he was her island of familiarity in an alien ocean and although she had become accustomed to life at Wet Dreams, she could never call this place home. She did her best to pretend that it was for a little while.

But recently her partner seemed a little distant in a way she couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t like he was ignoring her but they couldn’t really engage in casual conversation at the club either. Whenever they talked the exchange seemed strangely dry and a little too professional, as if she had just met him for this particular job and they hadn’t known each other for over a decade. She supposed there was nothing wrong with the fact that he was no longer teasing her and giving her a hard time but in a weird way she kind of missed the way he used to ruffle her hair and make comments that held cleverly disguised innuendo.

She just wished she could find time to get away and talk with him in a place where she didn’t have to constantly put on an act.

Perhaps this was why she was particularly excited when she received an early morning text saying they should meet in one of the local shops and exchange the list there. But when she saw her instructions were to nonchalantly drop the paper for him to pick up without any verbal exchange, her heart sank a little. She wanted to speak with him, not brush past him once again as if they were strangers.

The text dictated she was to be at the adult bookstore across from his motel room at one o’clock, although Sakura couldn’t help but wonder if that meant two or three in Kakashi time. If he was actually on time it would be a miracle.

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Somehow she had managed to slip away from the club undetected by the other girls. Her phone told her it was 12:50 and she hoped to be back at 1:20 at the latest and possibly avoid being lectured for going out on her own. The dancers had adopted the policy of never leaving the club alone and as a result, Sakura had been shopping for clothes, food and other necessities with at least one or two other dancers with her at all times. She had managed to expand her wardrobe with both performance and practical wear with the money she had earned but that left her no chance to meet with Kakashi. Today’s meeting would be brief even though she longed to talk with him and get the details of his findings. She assumed everything had come to a dead end, otherwise she would have been informed sooner but she couldn’t help but feel a little left out of the investigation since he never reported his results to her.

The weather was still cloudy but there were actually pieces of blue sky here and there and everything seemed a little less grey as sunlight shone through in dappled patches. The marketplace was even busier than normal as people left their houses to take advantage of the nice weather. Sakura blended easily into the crowd since she had wrapped a shawl she had recently bought over her bright hair, knowing Kakashi would find her regardless.

The bookstore was only a five minute walk as Sakura weaved her way expertly through the crowd and soon she found herself at the entrance. The interior was dark even though the sign on the grimy window proclaimed that the shop was open. Not sure what to expect inside, Sakura took a deep breath and entered.

The store lacked the musty smell of old books like Konoha’s library had. Instead the smell was sharper, newer, like plastic and rubber and she soon saw why. Apparently this store didn’t just sell books, for on a wall to her right was a large assortment of various phallic shaped devices in all colors and sizes, some realistic enough as to have artificial veins spiraling up their rubbery shafts.

Promptly turning crimson and feeling as if she had walked in on something she shouldn’t have, she turned away to pick up the closest book she could find and buried her nose in it to hide the mortification burning in her cheeks. This turned out to be a very bad idea for the page she happened to flip to portrayed a very graphic color illustration of a man and a woman having sex in quite a precarious position. She considered herself fairly flexible thanks to years on training but even she wasn’t sure if she could bend her body like that.

She snapped the book shut to discover she had picked up a copy of the Kama Sutra. Well that just figured didn’t it?

Glancing around cautiously, she saw the few other people in the store weren’t paying her the slightest bit of attention so she risked opening the book again, unable to fight the morbid curiosity she had about the realm of sex. Her finger traced over a picture that seemed like a tangle of limbs with their most intimate parts shown joined in graphic detail in the center of it all. Despite the uncomfortable looking position, both members had expressions of intense pleasure on their faces and Sakura felt something inside her stir with both curiosity and desire. Would she ever feel the way these people in the picture did? So far she experienced nothing more than a simple kiss and though she would have denied it if confronted with it, she had grown quite curious about what went on in the rooms with the beds in them back at the club. Did the girls offering that service know how to do things like this? Did they actually allow strange men to touch them this way? Sakura wasn’t sure if she wanted to think about it but continued flipping through the book, eyes wide in amazement as she took in page after page of complicated sexual positions.

“I find page fifty four to be one of my favorites,” a masculine voice said beside her, a voice she clearly recognized.

Sakura had to keep from jumping right out of her skin, swallowing down the surprised ‘eep!’ that threatened to escape her lips.

She closed the book abruptly and jammed it back into its slot on the shelf, cursing at herself for not being more aware of her surroundings and letting Kakashi catch her red handed with a sex book.

She had been longing to talk to him but now that he was here, all she wanted to do was turn tail and run rather than face him in her embarrassment.

“Hmm,” was she said in the calmest voice she could manage, turning on her heel and letting the list conveniently drop from her pocket and flutter to the floor as she walked away. She sensed him bend to pick it up as she pretended to look around as if she were interested in the merchandise even though her eyes weren’t really focusing on the erotica novels or illustrated sex manuals that cluttered the shelves.

She didn’t even look back as she exited the shop, drawing a deep breath of air that smelled less like plastic and more like soot as she emerged onto the busy street. She glanced at her cell phone again to find she had only been gone from the club a total of twelve minutes. If she headed back now, nobody would even notice she had been gone.

“My, my, you were in a hurry to get out of there.”

So much for heading back.

“Yeah well, it’s not exactly my type of place,” she said, turning around in exasperation, about to ask him why the hell he was talking to her when the plan that he had devised specifically stated no verbal interaction.

However, she forgot all about it when she saw he was carrying a small plastic bag with the store’s name on it. He had been in the sex shop a total of five minutes and already he had bought something? The man was certainly in a class of his own.

“That didn’t take you long,” she said coolly, pointing at his purchase.

“Oh this?” Kakashi replied innocently through the scarf covering his face. “Something caught my interest.”

“I don’t even want to know,” Sakura sighed, leaning against the building so she was out of the way of the people hurrying along the street.

Her partner just shrugged as if it were her loss and assumed a similar stance against the dirty brick wall. To the casual observer, it simply looked like two people just killing time and unless someone drew close enough to hear the conversation, it wasn’t apparent they were even speaking to each other.

Maybe because at the moment, they currently weren’t.

Kakashi had dug into his bag to retrieve his new book and surprisingly enough, it didn’t look like a volume out of the Icha Icha collection. Sakura was mildly curious but didn’t want him to know it so she kept her questions to herself.

A minute passed and then two and she was beginning to wonder if he was planning on just standing around reading all day. She cleared her throat, wondering why she suddenly felt awkward around a man she had been comfortable with for years.

“Uh…so…any luck with the lists?” she asked hopefully, not turning her head towards him in case they were being watched.

“Nope. None.”

“Dammit,” she sighed, discouraged that out of all the men all the girls had danced for, none of them had given them any clues. “And I thought that creepy guy with yellow green eyes might give us a lead. “

“Yellow eyes?” Kakashi said, his voice taking on a slightly sharper edge although his posture remained relaxed. “There was nobody who looked like that on any of the lists and trust me, I memorized the features of everyone I investigated.”

Sakura frowned. That couldn’t be right. She distinctly remembered seeing the man follow Tsurenai into the private booth looking smugly at the fellow patrons who hadn’t been picked by the star dancer.

“But I saw him with Tsurenai,” she protested. “His hair was kind of blondish and he had these strange eyes that were a really light yellowish green. I didn’t think much of him at the time but when I thought back on it, he just seemed creepy somehow. I can’t explain it, it’s just a gut feeling.”

Kakashi had been in the business far too long to be foolish enough to ignore gut feelings. It may only be a hunch but hunches had often saved his life and the fact that this man hadn’t shown up on any of their lists even though he had received a dance was reason enough to check him out.

“If you saw him again at the club would you recognize him?” he asked.

“Definitely.”

“Good. Next time you see him, get him in a booth.”

Sakura nodded slightly and a moment of silence passed before Sakura spoke again.

“Do you think this means the lists we’ve been getting have been altered, that certain people have been excluded to throw us off track?”

The Copy nin had been thinking the exact same thing but he was reluctant to make any hasty conclusions.

“I don’t know,” he answered. “But if so, then Dajaku would have to be the one doing it which makes no sense because he’s the one that wanted us here in the first place.”

“Hmm,” Sakura murmured in slightly bitter amusement. “Maybe I should interrogate him, although he’d probably enjoy it a little too much. He seems like the kind of guy that would want to push the boundaries, especially since he owns the club and all.”

Kakashi said nothing in response and silence stretched between them once more. People continued to hustle by, oblivious to the figures leaning against the wall. Sakura was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable and though her partner was a master at concealing his emotions, a slight shift of his body against the wall told her that he was feeling a little awkward too. What happened to the teasing, the jokes, the ruffling of her bangs as if she was ten years younger than her current age? This mission was hard enough as it was without the person she felt closest to suddenly acting alienated.

“Hey,” she said softly, purposely avoiding using his real name on the street. “Are you…mad at me or something?”

The question surprised Kakashi enough for him to look up from his book and turn his head. Sakura was looking at her feet as if they were suddenly very interesting and the shawl over her hair hung forward and obscured her face but he had heard the worry in her voice.

“Why would I be mad at you?” he asked, drawing his eyes back to his book to make it look like they weren’t actually speaking to each other.

“I dunno,” Sakura ventured softly. “But don’t you think that things have somehow gotten…weird?”

Kakashi exhaled tiredly in a sigh that was more in exasperation at himself than the woman next to him. Of course things were weird. He had been seeing his student dance topless every night for over a week and worst of all, he enjoyed it. He had taught her how to give lap dances, feeling more of her lush body than he ever thought he would feel and then somehow found himself hating it whenever she pulled someone into one of the private rooms with her. That kind of behavior was not normal and as he struggled to get rid of whatever it was he was feeling, he had inadvertently distanced himself from her. It wasn’t her fault that he was a dirty old man who didn’t know how to control himself, but she had suffered for it anyways as he had acted a little cold when she needed his support.

But how the hell was he going to explain all of that to her? He didn’t exactly want to confess that he had been avoiding her because the thought of her exquisite breasts stayed in his mind long after the shows were over. However, he needed to tell her something to clarify why he had been acting so odd.

“I’m not mad at you,” he said after a thoughtful pause, trying to conjure up the right words that wouldn’t frighten her or disgust her. “It’s just that…it hasn’t been easy for me to see you transition into your new role.”

Sakura looked at him in confusion before casting her eyes back down at her feet. This conversation would be so much easier to have if she didn’t have to worry about how they appeared.

“Why is that? You taught me to be like this after all.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Sure he had taught her to be aware of her body and sure he had coached her through a strip tease and a lap dance, but the way she spread her thighs just enough to be enticing but not trashy and the way she looked over her shoulder innocently before bending over had nothing to do with him. She had picked up more from her fellow dancers and her own experimentation than he could ever teach her. He just got her started on the right path.

“I guess it’s just that I’ve known you since you were twelve,” he said softly as he slumped in a stance with even worse posture. “You always remained that little girl in my head to some extent, but now, I have no choice but to look at you as a woman and it’s still a little strange.”

“So what does that mean? You feel like a pedophile when you watch me dance?” Sakura asked and although he couldn’t see her lips, he could tell by her voice that she was smiling.

If only that was the way he really did feel, this situation wouldn’t be so complicated.

“No, it’s not that” he admitted, staring at the open book in his hand but not really seeing the words on the pages. “It’s just that sometimes, I guess you seem like a stranger. You’ve grown up somewhere along the way and I’ve missed it and I’m only now noticing.”

“Oh,” Sakura responded, letting his words sink in. They were comforting in a way, reassuring her that his distance wasn’t because of anything she had done wrong. He was simply unsure of how they should interact and perhaps she was too. She had transformed so much that even she didn’t really know her true self anymore. Stripping had become a way of life and it frightened her how easily she had adjusted to it. She had never really seen herself as a woman before since she often still felt unconfident and clumsy but now, as she peeled her clothes away night after night for men who clearly thought of her as a mature and (dare she say it) sexy female, it was obvious even to herself that she was clearly an adult.

But…what did that mean for her? Sure she acted grown up as far as sexuality went, well, at least she pretended, but what about everything else. Were the changes that she had undergone during her time here actually a good thing? She needed to know.

“So…” Sakura said, speaking softly, almost timidly. “Do you like what you see now? I mean, do you like me as a woman?”

Dear god, why did she have to go and ask that question. Of course he liked her, liked her silky skin and perky breasts, liked her lean legs, liked her pouty lips and curvaceous hips and the way they swiveled in time with the music. He liked the lights reflecting off her pink hair and he liked her sultry smile and he liked when she talked and laughed and even fell out of trees because she was embarrassed enough to lose her footing. If he had liked her before as a child, he loved her as an adult.

And before that thought had the chance to completely terrify him, a shrill female cry distracted them.

“There she is! Hana! Hey Hana!”

Sakura’s eyes immediately snapped towards the source of the voice and saw Tora through the crowd, frantically pushing people out of the way in an attempt to get to her with Kitsune and Misaki in tow. Judging by the expression on the bust brunette’s face, she was not at all happy.

“Uh, hi guys,” she smiled nervously, edging away from the wall. “What brings you here?”

Apparently Tora wasn’t in the mood for small talk. She stopped inches from the kunoichi with her hands on her hips.

“Worry for you brings us here!” she said, her voice almost a shout, making Sakura wince. “You know better than to up and leave by yourself, especially without telling anyone! We were worried sick about you!”

Sakura’s eyes darted to the side just in time to catch Kakashi slipping into the crowd and within moments he was indistinguishable from the ebb and flow of other nameless faces. The girls apparently hadn’t noticed him at all.

“I’m sorry,” Sakura said sincerely. “I planed on only being gone for a few minutes and I didn’t want to bother anyone abut coming with me.”

Misaki who didn’t look upset so much as she did relieved to find her alright stepped forward.

“You should know by now that we’d be happy to help Hana. Don’t ever think you can’t come to us even if it’s over something small.”

Sakura slumped a little, truly feeling terrible that she had to sneak around like this.

“You’re right, I’m sorry I acted on my own like that. Next time I’ll make sure to bring someone with me.”

Tora’s anger seemed to diffuse and she sighed wearily.

“Well, at least you’re ok. Let’s just head back. Dajaku is probably throwing a fit by now.”

Sakura nodded and fell into step as they turned around and started back towards the club.

“So, why were you out here all by yourself?” Kitsune asked, coming up next to her. “You wouldn’t happen to be looking for some reading material would you?”

Sakura glanced back at the adult bookstore and knew how things must have looked. It was ironic that though her partner was addicted to reading smut, she was the one that was accused of being a closet pervert.

“No, no,” Sakura shaking her head violently as her cheeks warmed with the memory of the types of books the place sold.

Kitsune smiled as if she had discovered Sakura’s dirty secret.

“You know, if you had wanted some erotica, you could have just asked me. I have a few novels stashed away as long as you don’t mind them being well read.”

Somehow, this didn’t surprise Sakura at all but that didn’t stop her from growing a little stiff as she walked.

“No, that’s ok,” she answered a little too quickly.

“All right, suit yourself,” she said with a flip of her long red ponytail. “But let me know if you change your mind.”

Sakura sighed, glancing back at the bookstore she had left. Kakashi was long gone, probably back in motel room or even halfway across town by now to begin research on his new list of names.

Her mind flashed back to the moment right before they had been interrupted by the trio of worried dancers and she wondered briefly what would have happened if the girls hadn’t showed up. She had asked a question she was dying to know the answer to but at the same time was a little hesitant to hear the answer. Playing with that sort of fire could make their slightly awkward relationship even worse, and yet, she was struggling to find her new identity as a sexy and confident woman and an encouraging word from him would have been helpful. But what if his words wouldn’t be positive ones? What if he said she was exactly the same girl he had known before except now she packed a bigger punch in her fist and stripped in front of an audience?

Somehow, she didn’t want to be the same old Sakura who couldn’t have attracted a boy if her life depended on it. She wanted to be cool and mysterious and mature. She wanted to command attention with her sex appeal like so many of the other dancers did, although once she had the attention, she wasn’t sure she would know what to do with it.

She supposed she wanted Sasuke’s opinion more than anyone else’s, wanted him to tell her she was beautiful and breathtaking. But he wasn’t here and Kakashi was someone she trusted, someone she knew would tell her the truth if she asked.

He had slipped away for the time being, depriving her of an answer and she couldn’t be sure whether she was disappointed or relieved.

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Sakura put the finishing touches on her makeup for the night’s performance. By now she had become quite good at applying cosmetics on her own and had transformed her eyes with thick black eyeliner and shadow, making them look dark and seductive and had painted her lips a glamorous shade of crimson that matched the outfit she had just bought. It was a little more money than what she should have been spending but the rhinestones that adorned the waistline of the skimpy thong bottoms and the straps that fastened at her back and neck had called to her. She had been making decent money anyway and had even found matching heels that laced up her legs in a criss cross pattern to go with her outfit. It hadn’t helped that Misaki had squealed in the store when Sakura had held up the tiny garments and the blonde practically insisted that she purchase them.

She was glad she had, for as she looked back at herself in her make up mirror, she felt sexy, her long pink hair falling in loose waves thanks to sleeping with her hair in a braid. It looked tousled and natural but still attractive and her ruby lipstick contrasted nicely with her jade eyes.

The embarrassment she felt from wearing such outfits had dwindled night by night until she felt as comfortable as everybody else in them and as her mortification lessened, her dancing grew bolder as well. She was aware of the change in herself but didn’t really dwell on it. She had been quite innocent before this mission but that was no longer the case. She could use her body as a tool in her profession and had become quite good at it. She had learned things about the male body she had never read in any of her medical books, like what parts were sensitive and how she could make their minds blank if she touched them just right. She wasn’t sure whether to be proud of mastering these skills or ashamed so she decided not to think about it at all. She was simply doing what needed to be done for the mission. That was a kunoichi’s job.

She was broken out of her thoughts by Kitsune appearing in the mirror over her shoulder, looking equally ravishing in a deep violet top and bottom with gold embroidering. She had bought it the same time as Sakura had bough her current outfit and she had to admit, Kitsune was a knockout. Her red hair was pulled into a high pony tail and her eyes were circled with subtle, shimmering gold and then rimmed with dark kohl. Her black stilettos were at least 4 inches but she moved gracefully as if she were floating. Sakura was so busy admiring her that she didn’t notice the books in the redhead’s hands until she offered them to her.

“Here,” she said with a knowing smile. “I didn’t see you purchase anything at the store so I figured you could use some new reading material. Take your time with them. These are the best ones out of my stash so make sure you enjoy them.”

Sakura flipped open a book randomly. They were indeed well worn as if they had been read many times and reminded her of Kakashi’s Icha Icha books. It seemed her partner and the redhead had quite a bit in common. Maybe Kitsune should single him out and talk about porn while she danced for him.

The thought was so absurd that she almost giggled aloud but instead she fought down her smiles and managed a simple thanks, not wanted to offend her friend for what she supposed was a thoughtful gesture.

She slipped the books into the drawer of her dressing table just as Dajaku poked his head in to tell them they had five minutes to show time.

She sighed and straightened the garter she had taken to wearing since she was making enough tips that it wouldn’t all fit under her thong straps anymore.

Hopefully tonight would be the night where she actually made some progress on this mission. She was tired of dancing and interrogating night after night and knowing no more than when she had first arrived. She wanted results and now that she was a little more experienced at the game of seduction, she was prepared to go out and do what was needed to get them.

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Kakashi watched as Sakura made her way onto the stage, instantly transfixed by the sight of her in the hot little red number she was wearing. And dear god those shoes! They were the things wet dreams were made of…his own, not the club.

When comparing her as she was now to when she had first started, it was easy to see the changes that had taken place. Gone was the Sakura that was so easily flustered with the briefest mention of sexual subjects, although she still blushed on occasion which he found quite cute, but the way she worked the pole and now even the floor was so deeply sexual that it was hard to imagine she had ever been embarrassed about it at all.

His point was proven as she hooked her leg around the silvery pole and began to grind her hips against it as if it were a man in her bed. The angle his seat gave him allowed the Copy nin to see that her crotch was indeed rubbing up and down on the pole and it wasn’t just an act. He wondered if it felt good, if the cool metal against her hot flesh made goose bumps break out on her skin the way they had when he had touched her back at the inn. He supposed it was all just part of the show and she was simply trying to entice anyone she could in case they became her next target to question.

That didn’t change the fact that he found himself being rather enticed as well.

And what was worse was he might have to take advantage of the privacy of the booths in the back since he had some news to tell her and now that she was so popular in the club, couldn’t risk stealing her away into the bathroom again.

At least she wouldn’t have to actually dance for him. They would exchange the words they needed and wait inside the reasonable amount of time before emerging and nobody would know that he had actually been talking with her instead of receiving a lap dance.

But if it was all so simple, than why did he have knots of dread in his stomach interwoven with butterflies dancing around in what he assumed to be excitement?

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Sakura had never been one to get off on power trips. She had never had a thirst to be in control of anyone but herself, but as she gyrated sensually against her pole and looked out at the sea of faces that seemed captivated with her every movement, she found that she was definitely getting a little high off the experience. The disgust she felt for putting her body on display had melted away relatively quickly considering she did it every night and every woman around her did too. It was normal. It was a living, and she found herself rather proud of her tight and toned body since every man in the room seemed to find it so desirable.

It was true that once Tsurenai came on, half her admirers drifted off to gaze at her instead, but that was to be expected. After all, if they could watch a woman take off all her clothes and dance for them, why would they pay attention to her who was only displaying half the goods? It didn’t really affect her mission much considering the men she approached usually consented to a lap dance since they knew they couldn’t afford Tsurenai anyway. Even so, she felt a bit of petty jealousy well up inside her at all the attention the purple haired dancer was getting. Sakura wouldn’t expose herself the way she did, peeling off her panties and then bending over to show off her most private of parts, but it was just that Tsurenai was literally the desire of every man and that must be an incredible feeling. Sakura wondered bitterly if Sasuke would ever go for a woman like the diva over herself and figured he probably would. He probably wouldn’t find her annoying or brush her off dismissively. Maybe with a little more practice she could become just as sexy and then, maybe once she returned to Konoha, she could have Sasuke eating out of the palm of her hand.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a greasy man with a nasty scar along his jaw hooting at her rudely.

“Hey baby, you wanna come ride my pole?”

His comment was instantly followed by laughing and backslapping by who she assumed to be his friends. From the looks of them, they weren’t even low class shinobi, just dimwitted thugs and she answered by pulling herself up onto her pole and flipping upside down, letting her legs fall open in a perfect split position as she held herself up with her arms.

Ignoring the man that had propositioned her completely, she bent her legs until the toes of her back leg touched the back of her head, proving her spine was much more flexible than the average woman.

She spiraled down the pole gracefully, holding the position until she unwound at the floor and began to crawl forward on her hands and knees, looking like a tigress on the prowl for her next meal.

Her eyes scanned the crowd as she raised herself up on splayed knees and rubbed her hands up and down her sides, keeping an eye open for anyone suspicious but all she found were endless pairs of hungry eyes and none of them were the odd shade of yellow green she had been hoping for.

Ever since she had discovered that the man had escaped their suspects list, she was determined to get him alone and question him extensively, but as far as she could tell, he didn’t seem to be here tonight.

The song ended and she stood gracefully and made her way back to the pole as a new beat began, slow and strong and sensual and she took advantage by moving her hips in wide circles in time with the music.

She wondered if it would be easier to just let herself get lost in the music like some of her fellow dancers had suggested, but since she had to constantly stay on alert, it wasn’t an option for her. She let the music thrum through her and let the beat move her body, but she could not succumb to it completely. However, the more she danced, the less she seemed to mind being up on the stage, exploiting herself. This mission had awakened her to her own sexuality, something she had doubted she had even possessed and now she was discovering that it could be quite potent if she wished it. She was no longer like Tora who loathed every second she had to spend dancing and she wondered if she might become as bad as Kitsune who seemed to love the power she possessed over men. Perhaps there was an inner pervert in her after all.

She ascended her pole again, thighs clenching around it tightly and gazed at the men spread out over the club, some talking with friends or smoking or having drinks at the bar but many of them had their eyes fixed on one dancer or another and even at the far corners of the room, she could sense burning gazes that were directed on her.

And there was one particular gaze that stood out among the rest, a gaze that came from only one eye because the other was covered by an eye patch.

Kakashi was standing in the crowd, watching her raptly. He wasn’t in the first row but a couple rows back but from her higher vantage point on her pole, she picked him out easily. Once he knew for sure she was watching him, he jerked his head subtly towards the booths and she knew immediately what he wanted.

A lap dance.

No, that was silly. He probably just wanted to speak with her privately about something where nobody else would overhear. Even so, the memory of the last and only dance she had given her ex sensei made her feel more tingly than most of the dances she currently gave, even in their most steamy and sensual moments.

She slid down the pole in an elegant corkscrew and turned to face Kakashi. Her sultry smile was directed at him although it could have been meant for anyone as she shimmied her shoulders a little, causing her small breasts to bounce with the movement. While it certainly earned her a few extra tips, the action held special meaning, showing her partner she had understood. She had not forgotten his teasing request for her to signal him by shimmying and now that she was brave enough to do it, she had followed through.

The Copy nin walked away, slipping back into the crowd but she knew once this set of songs ended, he would find her.

Her mind once again drifted back to their conversation in front of the book store and she wondered just how he would have responded if they hadn’t been so inconveniently interrupted. For some reason she found herself caring quite a lot about how Kakashi viewed her. Maybe that was because Kakashi was more than a little experienced when it came to women and if someone like him found her sexy and appealing, that she would have a much better chance winning over Sasuke. At least that’s what she kept telling herself.

She continued her sensual bump and grind both on and off the pole under the club’s flashing lights until the music finished and the second set of dancers came to join them on stage.

Sakura slipped into the crowd, waving off the numerous propositions immediately offered to her until she found Kakashi at the bar, watching her intently as she made her way towards him.

She came up close and leaned in to speak into his ear to make herself heard over the pounding music.

“Want a dance sugar?” she asked, trying to hold back her nervous giggles at the fact she was asking if her own teacher wanted a lap dance.

“I’d love one,” he rumbled back and for some reason, the low register of his voice sent little shivers down her spine.

She dismissed it as simple jitters and gently took his hand in hers and led him to the private rooms that Juu was guarding, meaty arms crossed in an intimidating stance. However, his warm smile ruined the image.

“First one of the night?” Juu asked and Sakura nodded as she watched Kitsune who had already found a man as well, enter the booth on the far right, the one with a bed.

“You’re a lucky man sir.” The bouncer chuckled. “Treat her nice and we won’t have any problems.”

“Of course.” Kakashi said as Sakura led him into one of the center rooms, ushering him inside before locking the door behind her.

“Sit,” she ordered and he obeyed, easing his long limbs into the single chair in the room.

“So, what is this about,” she asked, turning to face him as she began to sway her hips in time to the music playing. He unwound the scarf over his face, revealing the mask he still wore underneath as she walked close to him so she wouldn’t have to speak loudly and risk anyone overhearing.

“You don’t have to do that,” Kakashi said, although he found his eyes following the movements of her supple body. She looked so damn good in red and he supposed that’s why she had worn it most of her life, but this outfit was something else. He supposed the top must be giving her breasts a lift because he didn’t think they were that big but he wasn’t exactly complaining. Her breasts and everything else for that matter, looked fabulous.

“There’s a window in the door,” Sakura breathed, bending at the waist to rests her hands on his knees while her hips continued to sway lazily. “It’s not big and I’ve never seen anybody look through them but we should play it safe just in case.”

Kakashi looked behind her to discover that there was indeed a window although it was only about two inches by four inches and the glass looked slightly tinted. He figured it was for the bouncers to look in and make sure everything was going all right if they suspected the girls could be in trouble. He didn’t know why he had missed a detail like that before.

“Alright, fine,” he said, a sense of both elation and panic filling him. His dreams had been filled with fleeting glimpses of having Sakura grinding in his lap again, her body no longer covered with an oversized T-shirt, but he had always assumed the vision would remain just a dream. Now here he was, faced with the dilemma of keeping his body and mind in check while his appetizing partner gave him a lap dance in an amazingly sexy outfit.

“So what did you want to tell me,” Sakura asked, trying to remain businesslike although she was currently bent at a ninety degree angle with her rear swaying in the air provocatively. “I doubt you came here just for a dance.”

She had meant for it to be a joke, something to lighten the tension she was feeling but Kakashi did not laugh. His visible eye seemed to darken even more but not with anger.

“I was able to check about three quarters of the list you gave me today,” he said, trying to keep his eyes on her face instead of her limber body. “And I discovered that one of them has a history of abusing women.”

“Really?” Sakura said, reaching up to discard the hat he was wearing that shaded his face. She let him keep the eye patch in place but she didn’t want him to be any harder to read than he already was with that damn mask of his.

She straightened and walked around behind him, her red stilettos clicking on the concrete floor. She let her hand drop to his shoulder and creep down his chest as she bent to whisper in his ear. “Is he here tonight?”

Kakashi felt heat spike through his body as her warm breath tickled his ear and her fingernails dragged over the brown cotton shirt he was wearing.

“My sources tell me he’s already left town,” he said, his voice growing a little raspier. “But I’ve been keeping an eye out for him tonight, just in case. I have the bar tenders at other clubs watching for him too in case he stops by.”

Sakura was mildly impressed, wondering how he had managed to find “sources” so quickly and get the bartenders to cooperate with him.

“Hmm,” Sakura mused, “What exactly did he do?”

Her heart was palpitating rapidly in her chest like the fluttering of tiny wings and she hoped Kakashi couldn’t feel it as she pressed against him. She wanted to appear calm and collected, not like the giddy lovesick girl she had once been, although now she wasn’t giddy, just incredibly nervous and feeling like she was a little in over her head. It was just Kakashi after all, it’s not like he was expecting anything of her but for some reason she wanted to impress him and show him that she had become quite capable behind closed doors.

“I guess he’s roughed up a stripper on more than one occasion. Apparently he paid for a dance and was expecting more than that and when they didn’t deliver, he took his anger out on them. I heard he also would call services for house visits and apparently he likes to play a little rougher than most of the girls can handle.”

“Pig,” Sakura spat bitterly, imagining that if a guy tried that with her, she would rearrange his face even if it blew her cover. There was no way she would tolerate some man treating her like his personal toy.

Kakashi felt her nails dig into his chest a little deeper in her anger but for some reason the slight pain only brought another pleasurable flash of heat.

“Agreed,” he said, somehow managing to keep his breath from catching as her barely clothed breasts pressed against his shoulders, feeling her body heat even through the thick long sleeved shirt he wore. “But if he’s already left town than he’s no longer a threat. I just want to see if I can establish if he was around when the last girl went missing.”

“Good plan,” Sakura said, her breath tickling his ear. “I just wish that guy who wasn’t on the list would show up again so we could check him out too.”

She pulled away, leaving Kakashi missing the feel of her soft flesh and heat but that was quickly fixed when she reappeared in front of him and drew his knees together so she could sit on his lap facing away from him. Kakashi immediately felt something dangerous stirring low in his abdomen and was certain that even with carefully cultivated self control, he wouldn’t be able to keep his body from responding for long.

“Sakura, you don’t have to…”

“Shh, it’s fine,” Sakura rasped as she began to swivel her hips in gentle figure eights, the paper bills stuffed into her garter and thong straps rustling quietly.

The entire time they had been talking, she had been doing her best to focus on the mission, but her curiosity had been nagging her, threatening to send her off track. She was damn curious about what her sensei thought of her, not to mention her mind kept looping the scene of him touching her in front of the mirror that night over and over. He had made her feel so good with seemingly little effort and she hadn’t felt like that since. She had been pawed and groped continuously by endless men but none of them had made her feel anything like that. This mission had awakened in her a desire to learn more about sexuality and eroticism, and while she had the role of seductress pretty much down, she couldn’t help but feel a little like a phony considering the only real passion she had ever experienced were those fleeting moments with him at the inn.

She would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t want to feel more of it, but she knew that getting it from her teacher would probably be frowned upon, not to mention a distraction for both of them from their mission. But now that he was here and she needed to dance for him anyways, why not take advantage of the situation? It wouldn’t look like she was purposely asking him for it and so it wouldn’t be quite so embarrassing. And besides, if she could seduce Kakashi, it was certain she could overpower damn near anyone.

“Chances are that guy you saw enter the room with Tsurenai will be back. I saw him here another night as well. We can—um—question him the next chance we get.”

Sakura kept the pace nice and slow using her legs on the floor as leverage to grind her hips back and fourth in teasing circles that had reduced other men to creatures of groaning need. Triumph filled her when his sentence was interrupted by his own heated grunt, although he tried to disguise it. She could tell her ministrations were having the desired effect as his hands proceeded to grip the sides of the chair hard enough to turn his knuckles white. He was fighting it, possibly as concerned about this twisted student and teacher relationship as she was, and yet, his reaction made it clear that his body wanted her, even if his mind disagreed.

“I’ll keep my eyes open for him,” she whispered breathily, arching back into him in such a way that his intake of breath was a little sharper than usual.

The temperature was rising, although she couldn’t be sure whether it was herself getting hotter or Kakashi. She suspected it was a combination of both considering his breathing was growing slightly ragged and her own pulse had jumped substantially.

While Sakura was usually torn between feeling the satisfying sense of power and the mild revulsion of squirming on a perverted man’s lap, she found dancing for Kakashi to be totally different. It was exhilarating, if not a little nerve racking and it felt as if contact with his body sent an electrical current zinging through her, a very pleasurable electric current.

“Mmm,” she sighed, barely biting back his name that was on the tip of her tongue. Chances are the room wasn’t bugged. She doubted Dajaku would be willing to pay for it, but one could never be too sure and had to be content with a soft moan as his ragged breath fanned over her neck through his mask.

She could feel his body go rigid beneath her and knew it meant he was about to make a decision as to whether or not they should continue.

She knew Kakashi probably had mixed feelings about the whole thing but she had no idea as to the extent of the battle going on inside her teacher’s mind. She couldn’t have known that he had had trouble getting her face out of his mind ever since the first time she had done this to him, that he had masturbated in the shower that night to thoughts of her and then again after seeing her reveal her breasts on stage, both times resulting in feelings of self repulsion and shame. She didn’t know that he had wished to have her against him just like this on so many occasions that it made him sick and that finally feeling her soft, nearly naked body against him was a little piece of heaven. However, he didn’t know that Sakura had secretly been hoping to have another chance at this as well. If he had, his decision might have been a little easier, or perhaps a hell of a lot harder.

“You do this for all your customers?” he rasped against her neck, for some reason feeling a pang of jealousy that so many men had enjoyed this same act before him.

“Just the ones that need a little extra encouragement to answer me truthfully,” she panted, the electric current gravitating towards her stiffening nipples and the apex of her thighs.

“Are you saying you’re trying to get information out of me?” Kakashi rumbled low in his chest, knowing he was only making the situation worse. He should ask her to go back to standing in front of him and break the physical contact between them, but he couldn’t bring himself to part with the body rubbing up against him

“If I told you, you would make sure not to tell me anything wouldn’t you?” Sakura said, her tone teasing. In reality, she did want information from him, but it wasn’t anything that had to be communicated through words. The way he was responding to her was telling her everything she needed to know.

Just his body against hers felt so good but she wanted more. She wanted him to touch her like he had before, to send that same heated desire coursing through her.

“I’m afraid I’m not as…composed as I should be,” he ground out after a moment, his hands gripping the chair so hard it threatened to splinter under the pressure. The remark was more of a warning than an encouragement that she might just get answers out of him if she tried hard enough because honestly, he wasn’t sure what he would do if she kept this up. He was desperately fighting to control his pelvis and keep from bucking up to meet hers. Her rhythmic motions resembled the act of intimacy a little too closely and it was putting all kinds of images in his head that only added to the losing battle of keeping his body under control.

“It’s fine, let it happen,” she gasped as she felt the beginnings of his hardness rub against her center. She could feel a delectable sensation of warmth and wetness begin to pool low in her belly and she wanted to urge it on, to see what this feeling would lead to. His breathless groans and trembling body gave her courage to what she never would have dreamed of just a few weeks ago.

Kakashi groaned in pleasure, no longer to hide the obvious effects she was having on him. His manhood hardened beneath her swiveling hips and he heard her groan softly as it rubbed up against what must be her most private spot.

His audible response gave her the confidence to take a chance and reach up behind her to weave her fingers into his hair, making it even harder for him to push her away if he decided that’s what he wanted to do.

The Copy nin honestly didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t expected a simple information exchange to go this wrong. His body was clearly enjoying this far too much and he knew this would do nothing to cure his impure thoughts of his student. She was only reinforcing his perception of her as a woman, a sexy delicious fuckable woman at that, and that was something that seriously needed to stop. He just had to get enough willpower to get his mouth to order what his body didn’t want.

However, he couldn’t seem to get the words to come out of his mouth.

Sakura was beginning to feel she had won the fight, assuming Kakashi had been opposed to this to begin with. Then again, her perverted teacher might have been perfectly fine with her grinding on him like this. After all, it was obviously affecting him too. The rock hard cock in his pants rubbing over her moistened folds was proof enough he found her appealing. Now she wanted him to take an active part in this, something she was reluctant to let other men do.

Sakura moaned, arching again and thrusting out pert, crimson covered breasts.

Kakashi was thankful there was no mirror in front of them this time. Seeing her like that, undoubtedly flushed and full of need and desire would have shattered his resolve on the spot. He was having a hard enough time standing and walking from her. He knew he should do it, and yet he remained seated in the chair.

“Sakura…I…” his breathed softly, forgetting himself for a minute and calling her by her true name.

“You can touch me if you want,” Sakura whispered, inviting him to take part in this experience too. She wanted him to touch her, wanted him to want to touch her in a way she had never felt with anyone else. She was always the one in charge, the one calling the shots, but something about the silver haired man weakened her and she found herself letting him take the lead instead.

Kakashi hesitated, his last thread of opposition stretched taunt and ready to snap. He wanted her, god he wanted her, but it was so much so fast. He had been fantasizing about her for a while now but he had never dared to dream that it went both ways. Even if it did, it was only because she had been thrust into this world of sin and sex and he was the only familiar man she could turn to. He had already taught her one lesson and apparently she wanted another, but the first was only given because the mission called for it. What would it mean to touch her now? This would not be considered training. This was just the need to satisfy a deep carnal lust that she had so recently become privy to and that he had been fighting down for the better part of this assignment. He could tell her no. She’d probably be mad but she’d get over it. Hell, she’d probably look back in retrospect and be thankful that he had turned her down.

However, Kakashi’s resolve had been worn too thin by night after night of seeing her dressed in the sexiest attire he could imagine, of seeing her escort man after man into a booth just like this one, leaving him to wonder what she’d let them do to her. He had no doubts that however they touched her, selfishly, carelessly, he could do it a hundred times better, and now that he finally had the chance to do so, why would he let it slip by?

Fuck it. I’m going to hell anyway.

He released his death grip on the chair that had been the only thing keeping him from laying a hand on her sooner and let his fingers trail up her outer thighs slowly, feeling her silky skin and the flexing of her muscles beneath. She shivered softly and moaned in encouragement as the simple touch made the heat inside her flare exponentially.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as his hands came to rest on her hips, instantly taking control as he pushed her down on him the same time he bucked up, driving his cloth covered cock up against her sensitive folds making her cry out softly in delighted surprise.

She was panting heatedly, as if she had just finished running several miles but she seemed full of energy as she tried to raise her hips of her own accord and grind on him faster, clearly enjoying the feel of him against her.

Kakashi suddenly aware that this wasn’t just a lap dance. This was almost like sex with their clothes still in place and indeed, the musky, feminine smell of Sakura’s arousal was already filling the small room. He hadn’t meant for it to get this hot and heavy but he couldn’t stop himself, not with her body clad in that little red outfit and her sweet gasps and moans that were contributing to his erection almost as much as the friction between them was.

This was too much. This wasn’t right. But oh god, he was loving every second of it.

Sakura was lost in a way she had never been before. Every touch set her ablaze and she couldn’t silence her heavy, broken breaths nor the occasional whimper that slipped past her lips. His hands were sliding up her sides now, grazing the outer curves of her breasts and she arched into this touch wantonly, craving more contact.

The movement made it quite obvious what she wanted and the older man only hesitated a moment before letting both hands cup her breasts gently She sighed in pleasure as the soft mounds nestled into his palms and Kakashi realized why her chest had looked so much bigger. He could immediately tell there was padding in the cups of her top that made her look larger and also gave her a little extra lift. However, the extra layers weren’t so dense as to prevent him from feeling the hard buds of her distended nipples through the fabric.

She cooed softly, her head lolling back against his shoulder as he began to knead the supple mounds gently. Even in his current state of near frantic lust, he still had enough sense to treat her virgin body with care, wanting to bring her the same pleasure she was giving him.

He let his thumbs brush over tightened nipples, wishing she had lost the top before they had started. The garment crisscrossed over her back in a complex pattern before tying in a knot at her nape and the middle of her back and he didn’t think he currently had the dexterity to try and untangle it. He was considering slipping a hand under the cup and feeling the soft flesh without the barrier of red spandex and padding when something caught his attention.

The front of his pants was beginning to feel a little damp and when he looked down over Sakura’s shoulder to the place where her legs were spread wide, he immediately realized why. The fabric covering her mound was now a darker shade of red than the rest of her panties, proof that she had soaked right through the crotch of them with her arousal and had rubbed against him so much that his own pants were damp with it. The fact that he had had tuned her on this much was a bit of an ego boost and also incredibly sexy. He stared at the dark spot in fascination, breathing in her spicy sweet smell until could not hold back any longer.

“Sakura,” he growled against her neck, his voice thick with lust as one hand descended down her stomach to the waistband of her thong. “You’re wet.”

Sakura shivered as his fingers traced the line that separated flesh from fabric and tried to clear her head enough to comprehend what he had said.

“Huh?” she panted, her normally sharp mind hazy with need.

“You’re wet,” he repeated, his voice warm with the smile that formed on his lips at her disorientation.

Sakura finally understood, stilling her hips at last and looking down to see that she had indeed soaked through the crotch of her panties. She tried to close her knees as mortification set in, for nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Nobody had turned her on like this before! She had wanted Kakashi to think of her as a sexy woman but not a sex crazed harlot. Yet, he didn’t seem disgusted at all and braced his palms against her thighs to keep her legs spread wide.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he breathed, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs. She supposed it was meant to be soothing but all it did was make the fire in her burn hotter. She was so aroused that she could feel the inner walls of her sex contracting every now and then as they sought to pull something into her body that wasn’t there, craving the flesh of a man to fill her aching need. The ball of tissue above her opening was throbbing and she had no doubt it was probably swollen and hot, pulsing in time with her swiftly beating heart. She waited breathlessly, tense and trembling on his lap for his next move.

“Do you usually get wet when you dance?” he growled into his ear, knowing he had no business asking the question but for some reason had to know if other men had turned her on like this.

Timidly, she shook her head as she let out a shaky reply.

“Never.”

Without thinking, he moved his hand even lower and let a single finger ghost over the drenched fabric, feeling its slick texture against his finger and the pulsating flesh of her sex just below the surface.

Sakura couldn’t contain her shrill gasp, arching so far that her hips almost lifted off his lap completely. Just the faintest brush of his finger over her engorged clit sent violent tremors through her and made her vaginal muscles contract abruptly. If he rubbed her just a little harder, she was sure she would go out of her mind.

Just then, a hard knock on the door caused both of them to snap their focus up towards the entrance.

“Hana, everything ok in there? You’ve been in there for two sets of songs.”

It was Juu checking up on her. Apparently they had been alone far longer than she had realized and he had grown worried since a lap dance usually didn’t last longer than three or four songs.

“I’m fine. I’ll be out in a sec,” she called, impressed that she managed to make her voice sound somewhat steady even as she was shaking.

She tried to summon strength to her legs and raised herself off Kakashi’s lap, teetering forward unsteadily on her red heels. Her body was still hot and needy but the moment had been ruined. She was all too aware of the sticky dampness between her legs and felt more disgust than desire. She couldn’t believe she had gone so far as to hump recklessly on Kakashi’s clothed erection until she was soaked through. She risked lifting her eyes to meet his face and found herself having to swallow a lump in her throat as she realized that he was looking at her the way all her customers looked at her, like they wanted to rip off her clothes and have their way with her right there on the floor.

His one eyed gaze alone made her heart throb and her core tighten. What would sex with Kakashi be like? If he was half as good at the act as he was at foreplay, then it would no doubt be mind blowing, but despite her body’s insistent ache, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to lose her virginity just yet, especially to her teacher. The fact that she was even thinking about it was absurd.

The only sound in the room was the rhythmic thump of the music but beneath that, if she listened hard, she could hear the faint sounds of feminine moans and figured it was probably Kitsune a few booths over. Either the man she had selected was quite good at pleasing or she was just putting on a show for him. Regardless, it made her increasingly uncomfortable to think she had wanted to engage in the same act only moments ago.

“I-I should go,” she stammered awkwardly, suddenly feeling very self conscious. “I need to change before I go back onstage.”

The Copy nin nodded, still slightly out of breath. He still had a raging hard on in his pants that made thinking about anything else difficult. He wanted her to come back to him, to let him pick up where they had left off, but even now the voice in his mind warned that it wasn’t a good idea, that none of this had been a good idea and it would probably come back to haunt him sooner rather than later.

Without waiting for another response, Sakura unlocked the door and scuttled out with only a cursory nod towards Juu who still looked slightly worried. She made a beeline for the dressing room, hoping that nobody would notice the large wet spot on her panties.

Her cheeks were burning both with desire and shame. Why the hell had she let things go so far? She had wanted to feel that wonderful sensation that he had let her experience before and she had, but the physical proof of her arousal had snapped her back to reality and made her realize that there was much more to the realm of sexuality. She had just wanted to have a good time, to feel wanted and needed, but it had resulted in her own body calling for a man she had no business desiring, even if it was obvious that he had wanted her too. She felt very much like a little girl again, with so much that she didn’t know about the world. Even if she was proficient at getting information out of dumb thugs, it still only made her the world’s biggest faker because when it came to the actual act of sex, she was still completely clueless and a little scared at the prospect of being joined so intimately with another person.

But for those few, lustful moments alone with Kakashi, she had wanted it. She had wanted him to touch her, to be inside her, to do anything that would have eased that burning need.

She slipped through the crowd without sparing any of the men there a second thought, brushing them off before they even had the chance to proposition her.

She finally found her way into the dressing room and sat down in the nearest chair heavily, resting her elbows on the table and holding her head in her hands. What was the matter with her? Had she really changed so much that she was willing to give her body to the man that had been her first sensei? She had never even thought of him as attractive until this mission but she supposed that it had something to do with the fact that she had seen his naked torso more than once while sharing a room with him and it was his hands that had been the first to kindle within her the hot fires of passion.

But that had all been for the sake of the mission. He had been very professional about it, explaining why he was doing what he was doing and never overstepped his boundaries. Even if his own body betrayed him, he made it clear it was just a natural reaction and that they were still strictly partners for the mission and nothing more.

However, tonight had been different. He had touched her where she had never let anybody touch before and it had felt good, better than good, incredible actually. Did that mean Kakashi was considering the same thing she had or was he just caught up in the moment? The memory of him whispering heatedly in her ear made her skin tingle but she pushed the image away almost violently and tried to purge it from her mind. Chances were he had just gotten carried away or had simply followed her lead. She had obviously wanted to feel pleasure and he had given her a taste of it, letting her once again see that other side of him that was so carefully locked away beneath his exterior.

Why did she have to go and mess up their previous relationship with her foolish curiosity? Kakashi had only wanted to talk with her and she had gone and made a mess of it, letting her shallow desires take over and blur the line between professional and personal. Now she would have to go and straighten everything out with him later. She supposed it wasn’t so bad. Kakashi would understand. He might scold her a little for letting her emotions get the best of her but he wouldn’t hate her. The only problem was, after feeling so delicious in his arms, she wondered if she even wanted to tell him that nothing had changed and they were still strictly business partners. Even if she did want to tell him she wanted something physical from him, she was almost certain he would reject the idea. Kakashi took his job extremely seriously and wasn’t likely to mix work and play, especially with a student. And why was she even considering this anyways?!

Sakura let her sweaty brow rest on the cool surface of her make up table and sighed wearily. She was confused, that much was for sure, but how she really felt about it all was irrelevant. She would act like this never happened and if Kakashi brought it up, she would shrug it off as a bout of curiosity or the desire to show him what she had learned. He would probably accept either excuse and things would go on as normal, or at least as normal as things got around here.

But Sakura couldn’t help but wonder that if the solution was so simple, than why did she feel that following through with it would be incredibly hard?

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Kakashi my man, you have really outdone yourself this time. You are without a doubt the world’s biggest idiot.

He sat in silence, unmoving in the chair ever since Sakura had practically fled the room. The music still blared and the impassioned moans from the other room were only growing louder, making his cock throb painfully at the reminder of the soft body he had lost.

Sakura had surprised him with a sensual dance but he had clearly lacked the proper willpower to keep the situation under control. It was bad enough that he had allowed himself to touch her, but to speak to her as if she were in his bed and to touch her as if he had every right to do so was absolutely intolerable. Masturbating to thoughts of her was bad enough but to touch his own student there, to let his thumb glide over that sensitized little pearl…it was…heaven, but also completely inappropriate.

A shrill cry seeped through the walls, signaling the woman a few booths over had reached her climax and he grit his teeth and tried to push away the thought of making Sakura do the same thing. If they hadn’t been interrupted, he very well could have, could have slipped his hand under her panties and played with her swollen little clit without fabric in the way, could have slipped a finger into that wonderful wet heat and felt her clench around him with virgin tightness, could have—

He shook his head as if the action would erase the thoughts. This was bad, really bad, for he doubted Sakura had any idea what she had done to him. She probably had just planned on giving him a lap dance to maintain their cover and had found herself aroused, probably because he was familiar and she could relax around him instead of pumping him for information. He had taken advantage of that and her innocence and aroused her in a way she may not even understand. There was something primal in the way she was moving, as if she was going on pure instinct, unsure why her own body was acting the way it was, even if she was a medic.

He couldn’t let himself be fooled. Even if she looked different and acted different, she was still the same pure Sakura, not a seasoned pole dancer that he could have any way he wanted if he had enough cash or charm.

Gradually, the tent in his pants began to droop and he felt normal enough to risk mingling back into the crowd. When he emerged from the booth into the flashing lights of the club, Juu was watching him skeptically.

“You didn’t give her any trouble did you?” he asked, his voice low and menacing.

“No sir, not a bit,” he replied passing him and making his way back to the bar for a much needed drink.

Even as he spoke the words, he knew that they were a lie.

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