Whore

Hello all! I'm sorry that it took so long to get anything up, but I'm having a bit of a writers problem. It's not exactly writer's block, but it's not very productive. You see, I'm writing twelve stories right now, and there seems to be no stopping it. Time with each one takes time away from the others. This was a short that I wrote yesterday for about six hours that just wouldn't be left alone so I decided to post it. I'll get the other half up sometime next week when I get through proofing it. I hope you enjoy it and I think I might put together a list of some of my most promising fics and let you choose which you want me to work on the most. I hope you enjoy this one because it was very fun to write.

My inspiration for this one was from watching Pretty Woman after a decade of not seeing it, and how my age has definitely allowed me to see the flaws in it rather than wishing I could be a prostitute on Hollywood Blvd.

WARNING: This fic is a new challenge for me. It's all in first person which might not be your cup, but I wanted to try something new. Naruto's voice is a little hard for me since by fifteen he seems to speak well, but doesn't do so good in the maturity department. That's what I tried to bring across and I hope you enjoy it.


Whore

Chapter 1 of 2


No one ever dreams about being a whore. There aren’t any little girls and boys sitting up in their beds at night whispering to themselves that when they grow up they want to spread their legs for strangers for a living. It just happens, and it happened to me. My name is Naruto and I am a whore. Now I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful or anything because I’m not. I live in an amazing apartment in high rise that is owned by my ‘boss’, and I’m one of the lucky few that gets to deal with an upper class clientele, but I’m still a whore.

When I was fifteen I ran away from home. I was tired of being abused blah blah blah. I hate telling anyone about my sob stories, we all have them and I prefer to stick to the now. The problem was that at fifteen and no education I couldn’t actually get a job. I made it all the way from Podunk Texas to shiny sunny Houston on a bus spending nearly all I had on the ticket only to find out that when you don’t have money Houston is pretty dirty. There’s no shine, and it rains here just like it rains everywhere else. So yeah, you guessed it, I got rained on the minute I stepped off the bus, and looking like a lost wet dog in the middle of an unforgiving town like this puts me right into the prey category, when I’d always though of myself as a predator.

You’re wondering how I could consider myself a predator? Well I’ll tell you, I was in the foster care system since I could remember, and I learned very early that if I wanted food I had to take it before it got snatched up by some other hungry mouth, and if I wanted respect from the other kids I had to fight. That’s all well and good, but the main reason I thought of myself as a predator was because whenever I found myself in a compromising situation with a foster father, and it happened all the time with this blonde hair and these blue eyes of mine, I always seemed to attack my way out of the situation. Not all of my parents were bad, but when you’ve been passed around every six months of your life you go through a lot of families.

I ended up here about a year after I left my last foster home. It didn’t take long for this ravenous city to eat me alive. I lived on the street, and tried my hand at begging. I was doing pretty well, but it seemed that everywhere I went the police were on me. It wasn’t against the law to live on the street unless you were young and I looked a lot younger than I was. The cops never believed I was older than thirteen when they talked to me, but I could see the pity in their eyes and letting them help me was the last thing I wanted. It always started with good intensions right. Well those good intensions had gotten me here and here I was staying.

The first time I was raped left me beaten and shaken. There weren’t any broken bones, and thank god the man that had done the deed hadn’t been a murder because I wouldn’t be here. He wasn’t even that brutal in the actual rape, any more than you could expect from a rapist and the beating he’d given was only to make me submit. I think back on it with a clarity now that I didn’t have then. Some of the men that actually paid for it later did far worse than what he did to me.

The next time was strange. I didn’t fight so I had very few bruises. Only hand prints on my hips and a bit mark through the cloths on my shoulder. He had pushed me up against a wall in the alley behind a restaurant and just shoved my pants down my hips before knocking the wind out of me when he entered me. It didn’t last long, and I didn’t make any noise. He shoved some money in my pocket when he was done, and I was almost pleased to realize he’d used a condom. The money bought me a meal and a night in a seedy motel on south Main. I found myself thinking it was worth it to have a bath, wash my cloths in the tub, and sleep somewhere soft that I didn’t have to stay on guard every minute.

A few days later when I hadn’t eaten anything that hadn’t come from a trash can since my night in a motel room; I was starting to think of ways to catch someone’s interest. I was shy at first, not stepping out of the shadows when someone cruised by slower than usual, but the more my hunger grew the more bold I got. It wasn’t long before I was eating hot meals every night and staying in that same seedy motel more nights than not. I found the bath soothing since the part of my body that got the most work just happened to be one of the most sensitive.

I won’t go into detail about free clinic visits and STD’s, I’ll just tell you that it happened and I’m lucky it wasn’t anything worse than chlamydia or gonorrhea. I’d been working the streets steady for eight months when a sleek Mercedes pulled up and the back door opened. Now I was worried. These were the guys that had the money to pay top dollar for a nice whore, and the word on the street was that they picked us up when they wanted to do untraceable damage. I’m no masochist so I stepped back, leaned against the wall and turned my head to signal for them to move on, but instead of moving along the car was put in park and the driver got out.

Now I was really nervous. Seeing someone like that step out of a car meant that I was in trouble, and deep. I thought about running, but before my brain could connect to my feet he was leaning against the wall next to me lighting a cigarette and looking like he hadn’t a care in the world. It was a facade though. His whole body was tight with tension. He was ready for anything I might do so I held still and silent waiting for the hammer to fall.

“How much do you make a night?” It was an odd question, but not one I hadn’t heard before.

“None of your business buddy.” I didn’t want to give him any impression that I was interested in anything he was offering, but I didn’t want to be too rude and provoke his anger.

“I’ll bet it’s no more than a few dollar cheeseburgers and if you’re lucky a dirty motel room. Am I right?”

I was struck with terror. No one had ever taken notice of me before, at least I hadn’t thought they had, but it seemed I was wrong.

“So what if it is. It’s better than what you’re offering.”

The man laughed. He actually laughed, and not a small laugh, but a thundering guffaw that left me angry.

“What’s your problem asshole?” I was too pissed off to care about being polite anymore.

The laugh tapered off and the man turned to look at me, his cigarette hanging from his lip casually. He was smiling. “What is it exactly that you think I’m offering little blonde?”

Little is the most offensive word in the dictionary, and my temper flared red hot. I had to stay cool so that when the opportunity came to run, I could.

“Everyone knows what people like you want around here. You want a punching bag or worse. When one of us gets into a car like that they never come back. I’m not stupid.”

I figured one of two things was going to happen, he’d either give up and leave or I’d be getting in that car. I was betting on the latter, and none too thrilled about it.

“Look at me kid.” Naruto looked up and saw that there was seriousness in those brown eyes that made him a little bit more comfortable. “I don’t know where you’re getting these stories, but my boss just wants to talk to you. I’m not here to drag you off and murder you and neither is my boss. He just has a small business proposition to offer you. We’ve been watching you for a while, and you’re a good looking kid. You can do better than this. A lot better.”

I wanted to trust him. They were watching me, and the fact that this guy admitted it meant that I wasn’t likely to get away. They probably even knew where I hid when shit got bad so there was no escape.

“What exactly does you’re boss want to talk to me about?” I tried to make my voice as confident as possible but it just came out meek and soft. Weakness isn’t something I’m used to experiencing or expressing so I was a little out of my depth, but the man next to me was at least 6’2” so it isn’t hard to imagine why I was feeling that way.

“Kid, you got the look.” He took a slow drag on his cigarette and exhaled a long stream of smoke into the thick humid air. The smoke curled in a dance of light and shadow and I was mesmerized by it. The next words were shockingly loud in my ears as my attention was drawn back. “You’re blonde with big blue eyes, and that’s rare. We got plenty of bleach and contacts, but to have the real thing is worth money, lots of money. You don’t have to just survive anymore. My boss will make sure that you are well taken care of and safe. All you have to do is a lot of the same thing you do now, but with protection and the comfort of a home.”

The pause gave me a chance to calm down a bit. I hadn’t really liked that I was actually considering what he was saying, but I was even more irritated that I wasn’t feeling the need to be as cautious as I knew I should be. I’m young though so I’m sure that in the future I’ll forgive myself for my naïveté. At least that’s the smart ass comment I hear so often for the run down whores up the road.

“So you want to be my pimp?”

There was that laugh again, but this time it didn’t seem to be at me so I didn’t get angry, but I was a bit uncomfortable again.

“It’s more like a partnership kid. My boss invests in you and in return you offer your services and your loyalty. You will be paid well and given the opportunity to get an education. The clients you will be entertaining like you to be the perfect companion so you would have to work hard to fit the part.”

I didn’t quite understand what he was getting at then. “So you want me to talk to them? I’m not so good at that.”

Those eyes were back on me again and this time they were warm. Almost fatherly, I would have guessed, if I’d ever actually had a father.

“It’s not talking; you have to be a good date, presentable. Right now you have a lot of rough edges. At least you speak like a normal person. A lot of the people we talk to talk like street walkers. You have to be more than sex; you have to be the whole package. No one expects you to just get it. That’s what I was talking about when I said investment. You will have teachers and people to help you, and one day when you’ve repaid that investment you would be welcomed into our organization as anything you want. Your education will be more than enough to get you a good job. If you stay here you’ll die here. No one lasts one these streets.”

I knew this. I’d been here long enough to see people die. Meth was a problem with a lot of my kind. I’d never touched the stuff because of the shit I’d seen and because I couldn’t afford it. I didn’t want to end up with a pimp that sold me to who ever he liked as much as he liked while paying me just enough in meth to keep me going. It sounded like a pipe dream, but it was the only option I had, so I took it.

“So where do you want me?” And that was that.

The guys name was Asuma, and the guy in the back seat of the Mercedes name was Kakashi. He was reading porn when I got in, and gave me a cheeky smile that I have to admit made me smile back. He had an eye patch over one eye and crazy hair that made him look a little like a pirate, but the rest of him was all business. The suit was, even to my inexperienced eye, expensive. His voice was low and soothing as he told me where we were going. The highways were big and busy, and very scary for a small town kid, but we got there quickly.

Houses weren’t supposed to be that big. River Oaks was a place everyone in Houston had heard of but only a few people actually lived there. The mansion I was escorted into was big. The inside was a lot of dark wood and very little furniture making it seem even bigger. To say I was intimidated was not even close. I’d just walked into one of the stories I’d heard the girls talking about early in the evenings.

It ended up ok though, obviously because I’m telling you about it now. The boss was Asian. I probably should have guessed, but it hadn’t occurred to me that since the two men I’d met so far were that he would be too. His name was Mr. Sarutobi. He was nice to me. I hadn’t expected that. Really nice. We ate dinner together in his office right on his desk, and he actually listened when I spoke. He asked me lots of questions about my life and seemed truly angry when I told him of some of the worst parts of my childhood.

Before he sent me off he promised me that he would do whatever it took to make sure that my life didn’t end up the way it had started. He said I had a promising future, and that he would take care of me. I believed him.

ooOOoo

I cleaned up pretty good. I was kept in a small house with one other girl. Her name was Sakura. I liked her, but she was a little hard to live with. She came in about a week before I did, and unlike me, she’d been addicted to crack. Her sobering process was hell on both of us, but when it was over we got along pretty good.

We talked a lot since we were together a lot, and I found out that they hadn’t approached her the way they had me. They had just taken her off the street and made the offer later when she was sober enough to make a good decision. Obviously she decided to stay. A doctor came to see her every day to make sure she was doing ok, and she checked on me pretty often too. I like her a lot. Tsunade still visits me all the time; she’s what I always imagined my mother would have been like.

When they talked about education they weren’t joking. I had school tutors of course, and I was working toward my diploma, but I also had other things to study like culture and social activities. A very strict lady named Ms. Yuhi taught me how to sit and stand, talk, walk, and if you can believe it, dance. She taught me which fork to use where there were twenty forks on the table, and how to excuse myself from a conversation. It was a lot, and on top of that I had to learn about art which was boring in the extreme, but I endured, because they fed me three times a day and Mr. Sarutobi visited at least once a week.

It took three months for me to be deemed ready. I wasn’t so sure, but it wasn’t my decision to make. I was going to continue school during the day, and be somebody’s dream date at night. I was a little worried though. I hadn’t told anyone yet, but I was completely bent. Straight wasn’t even in my vocabulary, and I didn’t think I could get it up if I was forced to be with a girl.

The high-rise that they brought me too was amazing. The entire building was owned by The Sarutobi Corporation, and housed nearly all of his employees. Not all of them were like me, but some of them were, so I wasn’t awkward. I was taken to the tenth floor and when Asuma opened the door to my new home I was shocked into silence which is a big deal for me. Simple and elegant. That’s what Mr. Sarutobi called it when he came by later that day. Dark wood floors with a white shag carpet rug. The furniture was all dark leather and metal. Expensive was the only word I could come up with.

It was a whole apartment. There was a kitchen and two bedrooms with separate baths for each. I was in heaven, and it was all mine, I just had to do what they told me to and I could stay. At that moment they could have put a collar on me and made me eat from a dog bowl and I’d have done it. When Mr. Sarutobi was about to leave I stepped over to him and tugged on his jacket sleeve. He’d smiled warmly at me even when I told him I couldn’t be with a woman.

“I know Naruto. It’s nothing to worry about.” Was all that he said. He patted me on the shoulder, before leaving and I was amazed at the weight it took off my shoulders. They didn’t want anything I couldn’t give. For the first time in my life I was truly happy.

ooOOoo

My first ‘date’ was three days later. I met a young man one the first floor. He didn’t smile at me, but he was nice in his own way if that makes sense. He had dark red hair and a tattoo on his forehead. He didn’t talk much either, but I made up for that. His car was really nice. I didn’t recognize the brand name, but the seats were very soft and everything about it just screamed money.

“So this is your first time?” Was the first thing he asked me.

I laughed. I tried not to but I couldn’t help it. “I’ve never been on a date before, but I have entertained a time or two.” See, my lessons weren’t wasted on me.

He was the one to laugh this time and I was able to relax. He was good looking, but he was very pale and didn’t look like he got a lot of sleep. We went to a restaurant where we met another couple. Two men that looked very good together. They were older than me by about ten years, but I got along with them just fine. Japanese ended up being an interesting dining experience with several hits and a couple misses, but enjoyable anyway.

Raido and Genma invited us to go to a club after and Gaara, my date, said yes, so off we went. I was a little worried about not having ID when we were heading toward the door, but we didn’t have to wait in line at all or pay to get in. The doors opened for the men I was with so I didn’t question it. We danced and flirted which I found very enjoyable, and before I knew it we were heading out. There were short goodbyes said over the loud music and Gaara was tugging me through the crowd toward the door.

We were back at my apartment before I had a chance to regain my breath or get all of my hearing back. When the elevator doors closed Gaara punched ten without me telling him and then I was pinned to the wall and kissed breathless. It was my first kiss. At first it was awkward, but when his tongue swiped over my lips my whole body lit up. I opened my mouth and suddenly I couldn’t get enough. It was amazing. I’d never known touching someone could be so nice or so intimate.

The rest of the night was more of the same. We made it to my bed somehow. He prepared me, which was another new experience, and he made me feel things I’d never felt before. I came twice that night. Once almost immediately, and again just before he did.

We laid there after and talked a little. He liked that he was my first kiss and he especially liked that he was my first orgasm during sex. I was embarrassed, but he made sure to kiss away any discomfort. He told me that Mr. Sarutobi had asked him to take me out for my first date as a favor. That I needed gentle hands and patience. The patience hadn’t really been necessary, but the hands had, and I was grateful to both of them.

He stayed the night and left before I woke in the morning. I took a hot bath and couldn’t keep from smiling for the rest of the day.

ooOOoo

Most of my dates were the same after that. The sex varied from horrible to great, but I wasn’t ever treated like a whore. I had a feeling that was Mr. Sarutobi’s doing, but it didn’t matter why it, was just nice to be seen as human. I was sixteen when I got here and now I’m eighteen and in my first semester of college. I still work at least three nights a week, but it’s worth it. Well, most of the time it’s worth it.

My problem at this point is that I’ve fallen in love with one of my regulars. I have lots of regulars, so many in fact that I don’t really see anyone new anymore. Mr. Sarutobi is aware of my dilemma, but he said that the match wouldn’t be possible until I was fully educated, and he would know because the man I’m in love with is a very important employee of The Sarutobi Corporation. Well, when I say important I don’t mean an accountant or a lawyer or anything respectable like that. I’ve grown up enough over the years to realize that Mr. Sarutobi runs a lot of side action that looks good on paper, but in reality is very under the table.

Shino is a gangster. There’s no getting around it. It’s not all glamour and guns like most people think. It’s business pure and simple, but there isn’t really another name for it. My building is the abode of most of the Yakuza in the Houston area. Now I know what you’re thinking. Houston, yeah right, but you would be surprised at the Japanese population in this town. It was inevitable, or so I’m told.

Those who know Shino wouldn’t exactly say that he’s the best person to fall in love with. They would probably laugh in my face at the mere thought of it, but I can’t tell you enough how wrong they are. I don’t know his exact job title or what it is that he actually does, but I do know that he’s one scary guy if he wants to be. When he’s with me though, and we’re alone, he’s always what I need him to be.

He’s gentle when I need it and he’s rough and ready when I want it bad. He doesn’t need to be told either; he just always seems to know. He didn’t come to me until I’d been here for about six months. One night I just heard a knock on my door, and that was that. We rarely go out. He likes to stay in and watch movies and fuck on the couch in front of the wide open windows. No one can see us since there aren’t any buildings this tall around, Houston isn’t zoned you know, so there isn’t anything to worry about there, but I think the idea that someone might be watching turns him on.

I fell in love with him because he spends time with me. We talk and joke around all the time. I’ve told him things about myself I’ve never told anyone before. I told him how I got my scars. I could see the anger in his eyes when I told him about my first possibility at actually being adopted only to have my jealous foster father get drunk while my foster mom was out shopping for my birthday. I told him about the kitten I had gotten just days before that I was playing with in the floor, and how I meowed at it and kissed its wet little nose over and over while my foster father got more and more angry. I told him how he had screamed at me that if I wanted to be a cat he would make me a cat, and then he knocked me out. I cried when I told him how I woke up in the hospital on my sixth birthday with a horrible pain in my face that would scar me for the rest of my life.

He told me later how he’d found that man living in a trailer all alone outside Midland, and he was very quiet when he told me how no one would ever find the body. I was afraid of Shino then, but it didn’t take me long to realize there was no reason to be. He knew me better than anyone else ever had, and I couldn’t live without him.

Now, I’ve gone and gotten all sappy on you, and I told you earlier that I wouldn’t harp on my past like so many other do. I don’t love him in that corny movie way where we ride off into the sunset. I love him in a real way. He’s not trying to rescue me, and I’m not asking him to, we just fit. It’s just right, and that’s all I’ll say about it.

So I told you I only work three or four nights a week. Well Shino’s here the rest of the time, but that’s not work.

So you’re probably wondering where the drama is. You’re wondering why I even bothered to tell you my story in the first place. Well the problem is that last night the shit hit the fan, and I found out that I’m not really as free as I thought I was.

Shino had a lover before me. His name is Kiba Inuzuka and their relationship was volatile from the very beginning. They have the same job and were together off and on for about three years. A little over six months ago he got tired of their issues and broke it off for good. I assumed Kiba was ok with it because Shino never said a word about it, but last night while Shino and I were in the bedroom Kiba broke the door down to my apartment.

Shino calmly got out of bed and put on his pants before leaving my bedroom. He closed the door behind him, but he really shouldn’t have bothered because Kiba was loud enough to hear through the walls. He screamed for quite a while. Well, it seemed that way to me. He mostly just told Shino how insulting it was to be left for a whore. Shino’s calm, clear voice said not to call me a whore, but Kiba didn’t seem to hear. He said a lot of really unflattering things about me and I could hear the anger in Shino’s voice as he went on and on. I thought Kiba might be getting himself in more trouble than he was ready for when there was a metallic tap in the direction of my front door. Everyone went quiet and I heard Asuma’s calm voice call me out of the bedroom.

I put on my pajama pants and stepped through the door. Kiba made a step toward me, but the click of a hammer snapping into place stopped him. Asuma was holding a matt black hand gun pointed straight at Kiba’s head.

“Let’s go. Naruto you stay here, I’ll have someone come watch the door until it can be repaired.” And that was that. I hadn’t heard from anyone since.

When I got back from class this afternoon I found everything fixed or replaced. I sat down and worked on several assignments before the tension got to me. I spent the rest of the evening watching the sun make its way across the sky before sinking below the horizon.


If anyone wants to know, Asuma is the driver because it makes him seem less important. It's dangerous being the bosses son. Also, I'm not a Kiba hater, and I didn't want it to come across as if I was, I just like the friction between him and Shino, especially when he tries to be the alpha when he so obviously is not.

Please review. I really do take all that is said very seriously, and I don't have a beta so constructive criticism along with how much you might have liked it is always welcomed. More than welcomed, I'm begging Pleaaaaaase review.