Konoha Striptease Contest

Title: Konoha Striptease Contest
Pairing: Erm....lots? Actually, hinted LeeSaku (but it goes nowhere), definite ShikaIno
Description: Ziri + Digitalsiren + willing victims + boredom = Roleplayed Smut. I know, I know, you can groan now, but try it anyway!
Warnings: Digresses into NC-17 lemony goodness real quick.

The twisted by-product of KuroOkami and DigitalSiren, with the help of Shikamaru-trunks.
Players: Ziri (teh girls) und Shikamaru-trunks (teh bois) (Digitalsiren's Kurenai's assistant)

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Kurenai shuffled the papers in her hand and adjusted the mike. She quickly scanned the crowd and smiled to herself. We’ve got a great turnout tonight...Clearing her throat quietly, she handed her papers to her assistant. Time to start the show.

“Welcome to this year's Konoha Striptease special. This year's entries are...Haruno Sakura and Yamanaka Ino...” the catcalls began, and her assistant was right on the ball.

“Also known as “Nurse Sakura" and “Mistress I”...”

“Hyuuga Hinata and Tenten...”

“...“Hinata Bunny” and “Chun-Tenten”...”

“Hatake Kakashi and Uzumaki Naruto...” the girls in the crowd went wild.

“…“OMFGTEHSMEX” and “Foxxy”...” there were some laughs, but more catcalls.

“Please do not attempt to rape the entries, no matter how sexy they are. Thank you, and enjoy.” She and her assistant bowed and went to sit at the table with the judges. The lights went down and the stage lit up, and the curtains parted, the crowd wound down into silence.

The music started up, and so did the cheers. Lively crowd we’ve got tonight. Kurenai smirked, it was going to be interesting, to say the least. The spotlights were turned on, and swept the stage, pausing at the curtains.

Sakura stepped into the light, green eyes flashing, and her PVC nurse's outfit glowing in the light of the halogens. The zipper of her dress was undone to her navel, showing off her pale skin and a teasing view of her cleavage. She strutted over to the edge of the stage, singling out a random male. She crouched down, giving him a good look at her white lacey thong and creamy thighs. Leaning forward, she pursed her lips, making small kissing noises at her hapless victim. Lee stared, transfixed by Sakura's actions as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on him. Her fingers running through his hair as she nipped at his lower lip, sucking delicately. She pulled back, stroking his cheek sensuously as she rocked back onto her heels, then stood.

Lee's head snapped back with the force of his nosebleed. What...what was that?! He looked back up just in time for a pair of lace panties to land in his lap. Ohmygod. He stared, then looked back at Sakura. She winked and blew him a kiss, then walked back to center stage. She wrapped her hand around one of the poles, panting in the heat of the spotlights. Sweat glistened on her skin as she ground her hips against the cool metal. One hand sliding down her smooth abdomen, pausing briefly at her zipper before continuing downwards. Her fingers disappeared beneath her skirt, her emerald eyes hooded and foggy with desire.

Her other hand left the pole, and her fingers trailed over the glossy material of her dress, pulling it away and exposing her breast. She slowly sank to her knees, head thrown back, pink hair spilling down her back in a rose-tinted cascade. She moaned softly as she rolled her nipple between her fingers. Pinching and tugging as her other hand stroked her burning heat. Growing tired of that quickly, she pulled her fingers out slowly, holding them up to her lips. She lickeem oem off, sucking them into her mouth and then dragging them out across her glossy lips. Her free hand moved to her zipper, pulling it down as she stood once more. With a final tug, she was fully exposed for all the world to see. She rolled her shoulders and swayed her hips as she peeled out of the super-tight dress, then casually tossing it to the side. It landed right in front of her favorite for the night. She stood on the stage, starkers save for her thigh-high stockings and white pumps. Turning, she caught Lee's eye, and mimicking him, blew him a kiss. With that, she turned, and made her way backstage.

The applause threatened to bring down the roof.

"That was our talented Miss Haruno Sakura, judges, what's your opinion?"

"Eh?" Shikamaru cocked an eyebrow, then shrugged.

"...Sakura...chan..." Lee was still in shock, his eyes almost glassy. Then there was Gai-sensei.

“I give her a 9! For being full of the fire of youth, and having excellent taste in men!” He clenched his fist and in the dim light, the air around him sparkled. Next to him, Jiraiya was too enthusiastic to be disturbed by the flamboyant jounin.

"Well, I give her a 9! For giving me more inspiration!" Jiraiya was clapping and cheering jovially.

"We love you, too!" cried a feminine voice from backstage.

"Hey, why're you here pervert-sen'nin?! I'm coming out at some point! I don't want him to see me...ewwww..." Naruto was feeling slightly disgusted at the thought of the old pervert seeing him nearly naked.

The sound of giggling was only slightly muffled by the curtains. Kakashi scratched the back of his head.

"Naruto, it's nothing he hasn't seen...look at what he writes." Naruto sat in the corner and grumbled something unintelligible. Kakashi sighed.

"Same old Naruto..."

Sakura walked over, now wearing a robe and minus the pumps. "Naruto, if I can go out there and do what I did, you should have no problems..."

"Well, that was interesting...can I go home now, guys?" Shikamaru shifted in his seat, eager to leave.

"Next up, Yamanaka Ino...as Mistress I."

"..." Naruto glared at the stage as Ino prepped.

"..." Shikamaru paused, settling back into his seat out of curiosity.

The music started up again, this song much less tame, the tones of love metal creeping in. The spotlight slid across the stage to stop on the figure of...some porcelain doll of doom.

"Hmn?" Shikamaru sat up.

Her eyes were a fierce aquamarine lined with kohl. Her black leather boots laced up to her thighs, her outfit made her seem tall, her topknotted ponytail adding to that appearance. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of her corset, if it hadn't been for the thick leather straps that attached her collar to her matte black top.

Shikamaru's left eye brow quirked.

Her walk was that of a cat, lethal and commanding. She stalked over to the pole that Sakura had been grinding against earlier. Wrapping her hands around it and lifting herself up off the ground, she pinned it between her legs.

His eyebrow began to twitch, and he didn't even notice.

She leaned back, letting herself fall in a tightly controlled spiral, until she skidded to a stop on the stage floor. Legs still wrapped around the pole, her hair fanning out around her, one arm above her head. Her cheek pressed against the cool wood, her eyes closed.

Darkly tinted lips pursed, her eyes snapped open, locking with her prey. She rolled onto her stomach, poised to pounce, platinum locks sliding over her shoulder as her breasts strained against their bonds with every breath she took.

"Uh, guys? Guys?" Shikamaru's eyes were riveted to the stage as he asked, then he realized that no one heard him. He'd have to stick this one out.

Eyes never leaving those of her target, one hand moved to her mouth. Brushing her fingertips across her lips, she studied him. She caught the lacings of her glove in her teeth, and pulled at the strings until the simple knot unraveled. She held out her hand imperiously. Her pale fingers just out of reach. Her eyes were commanding, her body perfectly still except for her breathing.

Shit! She spotted me! How troublesome! Shikamaru swallowed hard.

Her eyes began to narrow dangerously, the aquamarine taking on a steely hue.

"Eeh?" Shikamaru was confused.

Her hand extended slightly, the lacings swaying with the movement. Her mouth was quickly forming an icy pout. She was becoming impatient.

She wants me up there? with her?...“Uh, Ino, I...um...”

Her eyes nearly rolled, she cursed herself for losing her persona so easily, and she knew she shouldn't have picked Shikamaru...he was going to ruin her act at this rate. Dammit. She willed herself to stay calm and motionless. He'd figure it out...sooner or later. He was supposedly a genius, after all.

He slapped himself on the forehead. Oh, that's all she wants? whew...I can't think straight...what's wrong with me? He pulled the glove off carefully, afraid of what's to come... Why is it so hot in here all of a sudden?...dammit...

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and then she held out her other hand. She'd let him untie it, for making her wait.

Shit! Oh well, just stay calm....you can do this...He started untying the other glove.

She waited, eyebrows arched critically, her head tilted slightly so that she was looking at him down the bridge of her nose.

Dammit! I knotted it! Ok, think......you're playing chess, remember, chess... In a sudden moment of inspiration he pulled a certain lace to untie the whole thing at once.

Ino waited, forever the ice queen, hand still poised. She watched, eyes never wavering from Shikamaru's face.

I'll stay fine as long as I don't stare directly into those eyes... He slid the glove off slowly, a bit more relaxed now.

Both hands free now, she leaned forward, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand. Her thumb idly brushed across his lower lip and she smiled. It was a very predatory smile.

Shikamaru swallowed hard again. I can do it....chess....go....aw the hell with it. and he looked into her eyes, and realized how pretty she actually was.

Suddenly I feel a little better now...

Her lips opened slightly, glistening in the light. The tip of her tongue slipped out, moistening them and turning them into a dark purple color. Her hands pressed against her thighs, then slid up her stomach to press flat against her breasts, fingers barely brushing against the lock on her collar. Her lips moved, a soft sound escaping to be covered up by the music. Beg.

"What?" he whispered, squinting to read her lipeg? eg? Well, I AM more interested now, but still..." She wants me to beg her? How troublesome... He gulped.

"Ok, um...please unlock your collar..." I just want to get out of here "...please?"

Her thumbs slid under the wide straps that held her, rubbing them along the underside of smooth leather. She leaned forward, capturing his chin in her hand and leaning in until their lips were merely inches apart.

Damn...she smells really good...He could almost taste her, she was so close. He licked his lips nervously and started to lean in a little.

She held him in place with an iron grip, keeping him at a distance. Her thumb brushed against his lower lip, her eyes hooded, the dark kohl in sharp contrast with her pale skin.

"What did I tell you?" the voice did not sound like hers, it was older, more mature, more powerful. Ino was pleased with herself.

He cursed himself for acting on instinct...now she was teasing him. This is just what I need, he thought. "What did you tell me?"

He stopped to think about the whole thing for a second..."You still want me to beg, don't you?"

Her eyes snapped back up and locked with his. They were orbs of ice, infinitely cold.

He suddenly froze up....it felt like she had an iron grip on his very soul, the stare was so focused. Deep down, he knew he DID want to beg...And I think she knows, too...

She began to lean back, the predatory glint coming back into her eyes. "If you want something, you need to ask for it. Otherwise, I will find someone else."

Dammit...I really don't want her to..."Okay, you win...will you please kiss me?" he asked, trying to be as polite as possible so as not to anger the already volatile woman. I'm SO never going to hear the end of this...

A pale eyebrow arched. She would wait. "No." Not trying hard enough. She swept the crowd with her eyes. Maybe Sasuke might want her attention? She let her gaze rest on the Uchiha boy before glancing back at Shikamaru.

Shikamaru started to worry. Damn women! I'll never understand their way of thinking....I can't have her go to anyone else..."Please, Ino! I want to kiss you. I need to! I can't take it anymore..." He felt himself burning with a desire he had never experienced before. Damn...I actually DO need it...

"Please," he said, literally resorting to bowing low.

One hand reached down and gripped him by his hair, pulling him upward. Smiling ferally, she stooped and captured his lips. She nipped at his lip, sucking hard enough to leave marks, her tongue sliding in for the kill.

Soon she pulled away, fingers still woven into his hair. Her gaze softened and she petted his cheek almost tenderly. "Tell me what you want, love..."

Shikamaru was confused. He was experiencing pain and pleasure at the same time, and didn't quite know how to react to it..."I...want," he managed to speak, "...I want to see your real beauty...all of you; I feel like I'll die if I don't..."

"Show me your true colors...and also," he added, "I need you close to me....now...just one more time at least..."

The lock came off and went spinning off across the stage. The straps fell, and Ino breathed a little more freely. She cupped her breasts in her hands briefly before she moved on to the corset she wore. She yanked down on the zipper, her back arching as she gasped for breath. Her hands dove for her aching heat, and she suddenly remembered she was in front of a lot of people. Focus. Her eyes locked with Shikamaru's, her blue eyes blazing with lust.

Her persona settled back in immediately, and the cool exterior reformed. She leaned forward again, her eyes raking over his body. "What do you want, love?"

He could finally let his eyes take in all of Ino's womanly glory, and there was a lot for him to focus on. As soon as she asked him, he rather proudly stated, "Just you, love....in any way possible." His gaze was locked firmly into her rather enchanting eyes, never wanting to break from them, yet still aching to see the whole picture. His own asset was begging along with him, hoping for a good amount of private time afterwards...

Her hands moved, exposing the lacing on her black thong. Her fingers wound themselves into the ties, and gave them a good yank. One hand came away with the whole ribbon, but that was how they were designed. She crawled to the edge of the stage, then swung her body around so that she could sit on the edge. The tall heels of her boots planted themselves on either side of Shikamaru's thighs, and Ino spread her legs, exposing herself to him.

He could only admire the rhythm of her body, the way she moved and the way she was shaped. Her mound, the way her folds came together, looked beautiful, exotic, and for lack of a better word, appetizing. Her lightly furred slit was boiling with heat; she wanted it just as much as he did, he knew it.

She was soaked, she could feel it. She'd been that way for a while now, ever since he first started to really beg. She never knew she'd had such a vindictive streak. All she had to do now was keep her composure long enough to make it backstage again.

He stared as the liquid slowly trailed itself down a bit of her thigh, which was turning Shikamaru on even more. How he wanted her right then, with her chest heaving. He placed his hands along the outsides of her legs, slowly bringing them up to rest on her hips, wanting so much more but still fully aware of the people surrounding him.

He hoped all this would pay off a little later.

She was beginning to not care about the rest of the audience. As long as there's no sex, anything's game...or at least that's what they said. She held his face, caressing his cheekbones with her thumbs, then kissed him desperately. She broke away for a brief moment, her eyes meeting his. "Shikamaru, after this you can fuck me until we both go blind, I don't care, but we can't do that here. So do something..." Quick before I fall apart.

"Anything?" he asked een een gasps of air, hoping for the response he was looking for.

"Yes! As long as it's not sex, I'm good!" she hissed frantically, beads of perspiration forming along her hairline.

"Then you know what? I don't care if there's everyone I know around me." Immediately after he spoke, he grabbed her thighs and thrust them upward so her knees were near the sides of her head.

She gasped, her eyes wide open and staring. "Sh-sh-Shikamaru..." her voice trailed off suspiciously. But for all the trepidation in her voice, she was more than ready.

He trusted her to leave them there while he took care of her pleasure. He parted her folds and made a slow, tender pass with his tongue around them, before sliding his tongue inside her. He started to curl his tongue, making a continuous wave motion as he tasted her juices. Somewhat sour, but altogether delicious.

She mewed helplessly, her hands shakily reaching out for him. Her fingers found his hair just as he did something with his tongue that made her nearly scream. His name poured off her lips like water, and nothing else mattered after that.

She definitely enjoyed what he was doing with her, that was for sure. Let me try something, he thought. His mouth moved up to her clit, but after licking it for a few seconds, he put his lips to it and started to hum very lightly, using the vibration of his lips to drive her completely insane.

She sat up straight, mouth open in a silent scream of passion, her hands pressing his face into her harder. She was shaking as she tried not to scalp her lover, crying his name, repeating it like a prayer mantra.

Shikamaru let loose after that, using every little trick he had ever heard about that he could do on the spot. He could feel her passion, rising higher and higher, until finally she curled over him, his name dissolving into a long, drawn-out moan. Her body was one large coiled spring, and something had just snapped. She convulsed, her hands tightening in his hair as she bit down on her cries. Eventually her body went slack, and she wrapped herself around Shikamaru, gasping and panting for breath. She laughed softly "So, how'd I do...for a beginner?"

"Just fine, love. Just fine," he said slowly, his tongue almost completely worn out. "Hell of a mean streak, though..."

She laughed again. "I'll make up for it later, I promise." On shaky legs she stood, and walked off stage.

Shikamaru collapsed back in his seat, happy for things to come.

"Whoo-hooo!"

"Go Shikamaru!"

"What a show!"

His eyes snapped open, as realized that he had just shown EVERYONE a side of him that was NEVER unguarded. "How troublesome," he muttered.

Behind the curtains, Ino laughed quietly. Then, quite pleased with herself, she sat down to wait for the judging.

Kurenai stepped back up to the mike, clearly flustered. She fixed her hair, cleared her throat, and took a deep breath. Her cool exterior returned as she willed her flush from her cheeks.

“The judges will need to take ten minutes to tally up the scores. Please feel free to go and, ah, relieve yourselves as you see fit.” She glanced over her shoulder at the stage crew. One of the shinobis was giving her the handsign for no go, making the slicing motion across his neck. Hinata was having a change of mind again. Kurenai sighed. Getting Hinata out for her event would be difficult. Hinata was the main reason for having a break, but Jiraiya was also having one of his “fits”, and they needed somebody to track down Tsunade to put him back in check before the next performances. Kurenai rolled her eyes, it was going to be a long night.

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Author's note: Part two, coming soon..."Hinata-Bunny and Chun-Tenten...somebody grab that girl!"