Well, this is a new story of mine. I just came up with this as I will be updating all my stories, hopefully(1).

Pairing:NaruSasu(What, didn't see it coming).

WARNING:

This story will have dark sexual content, and underage sex with a minor . You have been warned so if you flame because of that you really need a life.

Beta'ed by narutoluvr4evr

-- Will You BeThere Waiting? -CHAPTER 1

--Sasuke's P.O.V.-

I close my eyes, resting my head at the end of the park bench. It isn't that cold out, thanks to the fact that winter's ending, and summer's starting again.I move to lay on my side, facing the dirty green pond that looks like it never been cleaned.I close my eyes, feeling my tiredness kick in. It's not easy to sleep on a park bench, especially when people are looking.

I don't stay asleep long—I can't. .I sit up, pulling my black bag of clothes with me.I have nothing left: no family, no house, no food, and only a small amount of money in my pocket.I've thought of selling my body; God know's how many women and men wanted to be with me back then. Now, I can't even get one person will look my way.

Night is coming and I have to find a place to spend the night, somewhere safe.I stand up, placing the bag on my shoulder, and make my way to the park entrance.I look around—which way should I go?—and decide to walk down the street where a lot of abandoned apartments are my way through the empty street, I make my way to the empty apartment complex, praying that it isn't already occupied.

I come to a stop when I see an old run-down club that had a "HELP WANTED" sign plastered on its window. I debate to myself as I stare at it. Should I apply for the job? The question was nearly rhetorical; of course I should. I need the money, especially if I want to keep eating. But look at me: I'm fifteen years old, with no home. I'm filthy, and haven't bathed in a while. It doesn't matter that I used to get straight A's in my classes; I doubt people would want to hire a minor, especially one that lacks in experience.

I walk into the club, only to be shocked at what I find. This place…is not simply a night club. It's a place of vulgarity and alcohol—a strip are wild and shameless. Couples are having sex right on the chairs and tables. Pole dancers and lap dancers are eagerly pleasing clients. Strip poker is played in the corners and sexual toys lay scattered about on the floor; I find myself shuddering and holding down my gag reflex. Still, I make my way to the bar.

"Can I help you?"I look over to see the bar tender standing behind me with a bar in hand.

"Ah, yes. There was a 'help wanted' sign in front,"I said, still looking around.

"Oh. You mean you're here for the job as a striper?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"…Yeah."Hell no! I didn't come here to be striper! I considered leaving for a moment, before deciding against it. I don't really have a choice, do I? I need to make a living. As long as I don't enjoy my job, things should be fine, right?

"What you do is go through those doors, the ones with the fox on them,and ask for Kyuubi."

I nod my head, walking I reach the door, I wait. I'm not sure if I can do this. Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath.I knock once, hoping the person inside doesn't hear so I can leave and say I tried.

"Come in."Damn. I push the door open and walk into the big office like room.

"Have a seat," the man said, sitting in a big Lazy Boy chair behind his oak desk.

"What can I help you with?"

"I'm here because of the 'help wanted' sign,"I answer, shifting in my seat.

"Aren't you a little too young?" he asked.

"Well, I didn't think age mattered,"I answered, knowing damn well that age mattered.

"Hmm, well, why do you want to be a striper?"he asked, folding his hands.

"I need the money."Which is true.

"What would you do to get this job?" …What does he mean?

"I don't know,"I answered, wary.

"Well, you must know what stripers do right?!"

"…Yeah."

"So, give me a show."He stands up, giving me a better look at his blonde hair and blue eyes. He is around my size, maybe a few inches taller than me, with a lean muscular frame. He walks over and sits on the chair next to me, turning it around.

"What do you want me to do?"I ask, looking around.

"I want you to perform a lap dance for me,"he answered back while looking me up and down.

I stand up slowly pulling off my jacket putting it on the chair.I don't know what to do, exactly, but I've seen a few movies with striper in them. I'm just going to have to wing it and hope that my memory doesn't fail me.

I walk over to him and start moving my hips. I try dancing to a silent beat, to look experienced and sexy, but fail. I can't do it. He stops me in the middle of my dance.

"You're not really good at dancing."

I look down, rubbing my hands together. What a way to pour salt on a wound. He doesn't need to tell me that; it's evident to the both of us that I'm incapable for the job. I grab belongings, fully ready to leave. If I'm lucky, I might be able to find a nice spot in that abandoned building.

"…but we can work on that."I turn my head around, surprised.

"Does that mean-"

"Yes you're hired, so where are you living?"he asked, standing up.

"…Nowhere in particular,"I answered, not looking at him.

"If that's the case, you can live upstairs for now. From now on, you serve me personally, both physically and sexually. I expect you to earn your keep. Now tell me your name."

"Sasuke."

"And who do you serve?"

"You, sir."

"You can call me Naruto because I like you. You may leave."

I stand up walking out the door and didn't dear to look back.

-T.B.C.--

Well, there you have it. Sorry that is short.

I hope to update soon.

Till then

-COGASHA-