This is a one-shot but could be made into a multi-chapter story in the future. No promises though.
The music blared in his ears, lights flickering blinding colors. His body shifted with the beat, indulging in the experience, sweat rolling down his half-naked body. Hungry stares were gobbling up the tan skin, blonde hair, and hardened body, though the dancer paid no mind, knowing that the bills that were thrown at him would feed him.
It wasn't that bad. No, he was quite happy with his life style. He told himself this as his hand gripped the pole, grinding on it slowly as his body dropped lower, head craning backwards to expose his neck. He earned screeches for more, pleased squeals and looks of pure bliss. It amused him, causing him to smirk and wink at the on lookers. Soon he skillfully removed his pants, additional cheers for more erupting from the crowd as he eagerly showed off his bare bottom for the audience. No shame; there would never be shame for working like this.
His chest was left heaving as he lowered himself, accepting the bills from the hands that happily shoved money toward him. They grabbed at his body, starved to touch the near perfect figure. None of them minded the scars on his skin, most finding it even more attractive, which only made him chuckle. When a wealthy looking figure handed the blonde a fifty and a note in his hand he cocked an eyebrow. But he didn't miss a beat, winking and the other as he gathered the rest of the money, retreating off the stage.
"Let's hear it again for our little fox, Ray!" A deep voice called out to the crowd. Ray, Naruto's stage name. Well, one of them. His other was Sunny, for his female form he often used. His jutsu, that's main purpose had been teasing the elders of his old village, came in handy.
Quite so. Sunny earned him a decent chunk of change. The only time he danced in male form was during Lady's night and special requests. He didn't mind because females tended to dish out more.
A lot more.
He snickered to himself as he sorted his money, not bothering to tug on clothes, before stuffing the bills into his backpack. The blonde teen tugged on a t-shirt and shorts, slipping out with only a few farewells.
Little did he notice a few people in the crowd that had their eye on him.
People from his long forgotten village.
Now, even though his body was that of an eighteen year old he was actually eleven. Hard to believe, right? Lucky for him he learned a few things from the academy before he was abducted…and then got lost.
Hell, it was a long story that he didn't care to remember. He huffed as he slipped into a nearby ramen shop, long ago returning to his younger self.