*Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.*

Fade in.

INT. Sakura's bedroom, night.

"Mhm, you like that?" he panted rhetorically.

His naked body was writhing between her mostly naked body.

Sakura let out a sham moan and lied, "Yes, oh, oh."

Rhythmic, unyielding and kind of shallow, Sakura wasn't into this as much as he was. She wished she had better things to do on a Friday night. Sex with her boyfriend, eh, she could take it or leave it. She figured it was the polite thing to do because he was so….enthusiastic.

*Squeak. Squeak.*

Their bed kept squeaking like a duck; it wasn't very sexy.

Speaking of unsexy noises…

"Oh God! Yes!" he yelped.

Sakura didn't want to seem quiet and disinterested, but it was pretty noticeable when he was so loud.

He scrunched his face and closed his eyes. Sakura knew it was almost over, which was great because she would have time to catch up on her YouTube subscriptions.

She was planning the rest of her evening a little too seriously because she let out a disingenuous, "Ooh yeahh."

"What was that!? That was obviously fake! "Oooohhhh yeahhh"," Inner Sakura mocked.

He didn't notice, and if he did, he didn't care. He loved screwing Sakura, and why wouldn't he? Sakura became quite a beauty after a couple years of college experience.

After a last couple of thrusts, he collapsed besides her while their naked bodies were still intertwined.

"That was great," he said with a proud smirk.

"Yeah...sure was," Sakura replied, playing up how out-of-breath she really was.

A moment later, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"I, uh, have to clean up."

He leaped out of the room to go to the bathroom down the hall. Sakura knew he'd be gone for a while so she laid flat on her back. A few seconds later she opened her bedside drawer and grabbed a "special" possession of hers.

Fade to black.

*Buzzzzzzzz*

Her Upper Floor

EXT. Starbucks, the morning after.

"And then Choji got the munchies hard and spent the rest of the night at the bar. Barely noticed there were strippers on stage!" Ino bust into a laugh.

Sakura stirred her drink while she listened closely to Ino's story.

"Shikamaru was so uncomfortable," Ino smiled, "It was cute."

Sakura laughed back, "That sounds hilarious."

"Yeah then the bouncer came by and starting sniffing around and was like 'What's that smell' and I look to Shino and he's like 'I don't think that was bud'."

The two friends laughed.

"You seriously need to come out with us," Ino merrily invited.

Ino was taking a semester off and had plenty of time for fun. They had been friends since middle school and Sakura was always secretly a little jealous. Ino seemed so much more put together, more outgoing. She always had something fun going on and just once Sakura wished she had a better story than her blonde friend.

"I want to but I'm so busy. I have homework and I'm starting that new job tomorrow."

"Oh yeah at The Hyuga?" Ino asked.

"Yeah it's just part-time housekeeping, should have lots of down time for homework."

"Well can you come out with us tonight? Shikamaru and I are going to a new club and I don't want it to be just the two of us."

"Won't his girlfiend be there?" Sakura asked.

"No clubs aren't really her thing."

"I don't know, they're not really my thing either."

"Ok I'll see if Naruto and some of his friends wanna come but we gotta get you out of your apartment soon."

Sakura looked down and sighed, "Yeah hopefully."

"What's wrong?"

"I've been feeling a little...burnt out lately. Frustrated."

"Well I thought that's why you have your boy-toy, to pound out that frustration," Ino japed with a grin.

"Ino!" Sakura said with reddening cheeks.

Sakura got so uncomfortable when it came to talking about sex. Even though there was nobody sitting within hearing range, they were still in a public place. As far as Sakura was concerned, sex was strictly in the bedroom, or in that car that one time in high school.

"Don't be embarrassed, Sakura, it's the 20th century."

"Well, actually it's the―"

"Sex is perfectly normal!"

"Too loud, Ino!" Sakura glanced around to make sure nobody was eavesdropping. "And my parents already gave me this talk."

"Not this one. You two still bangin'?" Ino asked quietly to make Sakura relax.

Sakura leaned over the table and whispered, "Yeah all the time."

"Really? It doesn't seem like it."

"What do you mean?" Sakura asked, genuinely interested.

"You're always so...well rested."

Sakura looked off in the distance, then grunted. "Yeah you're right."

"One night soon I gotta do something crazy!" Inner Sakura vowed.

EXT. The Hyuga

INT. Hotel Lobby

The front desk had a line nearly leading out the doors. This was the highest-rated luxury hotel in the city and business was good.

A tall, handsome man entered the lobby. He had a sense of power and control about him. He walked in knowing exactly what he was doing. The sleeves of his blue dress shirt were rolled up, his strong jaw was firm and his dark eyes pierced whatever he looked at.

"There he is!" Neji greeted from across the room.

He was the owner's son and was given a cozy job here. Neji was charismatic and charming; he was sure everyone considered him their best friend.

"It's been too long, Sasuke," Neji went on after meeting him in the middle of the lobby.

"Hn, it has," Sasuke grunted. He was here on business.

The two men met and shook hands.

"The usual?" Neji asked.

"Yes, for the next two days."

"You got it."

The two of them walked to the Excelsior Plus elevator, whose gold-plated doors automatically opened for them. Neji tapped his employee ID against the panel and several buttons lit up reading: 51, 52, 53, 54, 55. Neji pressed 55 and the elevator instantly began going up.

"How's work?" Sasuke asked.

"I was going to ask the same thing," retorted the Hyuga heir.

"Same old," Sasuke calmly replied.

Neji let out a humph and joked, "Maybe my invitation won't get lost in the mail this time."

They both knew Sasuke couldn't just invite anyone to the Top Floor; exclusivity was key.

"How's the family?" Neji asked.

Sasuke glanced to the side and stared off for a moment before replying, "Hn, fine. Yours?"

"Good, good. Hinata's started 'working' here last week but she mostly just cashes checks."

Sasuke thought it was ironic that Neji was judging his cousin when he also didn't do much actual work.

Neji continued: "You have no idea how much of a pain family can be."

Sasuke smirked.

Neji continued, not picking up that Sasuke wasn't in a chatty mood: "She called out of work today. Said she was sick, but between you and me, I think she just wants to go to some club opening."

EXT. Crappy apartment building, night.

INT. Crappy apartment unit.

Sakura didn't live in a great place, but she was proud of it because she earned it all on her own in the big city. She was slumped over her desk, which was in the corner of her bedroom, surrounded by open text books.

She planned on going to medical school after graduation, but her only hope of getting into a half-decent university on a scholarship was by getting all A's. That's easier said than done because she has no time to study and maintain her life at the same time. Her boyfriend was no help with the work load, and she often guilty when she thought of him as more of a burden.

There wasn't even time for a proper breakup.

*Buzz-Buzz*

Sakura picked up her phone and tried reading the text message but her eyes weren't adjusted yet. She balled her hands into a fist and rubbed her eyes and then picked her phone up again.

It was a selfie from Ino with Shikamaru, Naruto and Sai at a nightclub. Before Sakura could reply, Ino sent: "Wish you were here!" following the pic.

Sakura wished she was there too.

INT. The Hyuga lobby, empty

Sakura entered through the front door and crossed the marble floor. Each step she took echoed out; she thought for sure that the receptionist would take notice of her but she didn't look up from her desk. Sakura reached the counter, but didn't have a chance to say anything.

"We're closed, come back at nine," muttered Karin after she noticed how unimportant Sakura looked. Sakura knew her name by the name tag she wore on her chest next to her exposed cleavage.

"Um, I was hired as a housekeeper. Tsunade told me to be here at-"

Karin looked annoyed at her as she dryly told her: "Down the hall behind the laundry room. That's where the other maids meet."

Sakura didn't like how she was being talked down to. She felt degraded and thought about leaving, but something inside her told her to see this though. She adjusted the backpack around her shoulder, shrugged and walked down the hall.

It took her longer than she would like to admit to find the meeting room. Sakura clasped the doorknob and sheepishly entered. She was embarrassed to see that she was late on her first day. All of her coworkers, about two dozen, looked at her at once and she could feel herself blush. She wasn't used to being the center of attention.

Her boss, who hired her, was named Tsunade. She stood at the back center of the room and looked Sakura in the eyes as supportively as she could. Sakura didn't know her very well but she got a very nurturing feeling from her. She nodded her head to the side just a little bit.

Sakura looked to where Tsunade nodded and noticed an empty chair, which Sakura sat in as quickly as possible.

"Back to opening duties," Tsunade exclaimed after clearing her throat.

The boss droned on for what felt like half an hour about what had to be done this day. Most of it went clear over Sakura's head. She thought she would just be vacuuming and making beds, but this was a lot more complex. At was at this point that she realized she overestimated how much free time she'd have.

INT. Hotel hallway

Sakura was assigned to Shizune's crew. Sakura began learning the ropes slowly but surely under her: folding towels, filling soap dispensers, waxing the floors, all that good stuff. Time flew by pleasantly fast.

Shizune was Tsunade's assistant manager, but wasn't much older than Sakura.

"Sierra, go scrub the toilets in all the unoccupied rooms on 33," Shizune commanded, not looking up from her clipboard.

"Actually my name's Sakura."

Shizune scrunched her nose and squinted her eyes: "O-k, go do it, Sakura."

"She does not take well to being corrected," Inner Sakura commented.

The pink-haired woman went in the nearest elevator and examined the buttons. They were listed from 1 to 50, and she pressed 33 and went on up.

Sakura walked down the hallways and used her employee ID to get into the first room. "Luxurious" wasn't a strong enough word to describe what it was like. Sakura was blown away. She knew this was a fancy hotel, but this was something else.

INT. Floor 55

Sasuke inspected a painting of a cherry blossom tree hanging on the wall. He wasn't really an "art guy" but something about this painting spoke to him. Maybe he needed the distraction. He could get pretty tense during the day leading up to the main event. Last-minute snafus were bound to happen and it was part of his job to handle them.

Sasuke snapped out of it and looked away from the painting. He walked to the elevator and called it to the ground floor, but not before taking one last glance at the pink tree. This was his last chance to get something to eat before the party, so he walked to the dining room.

INT. Hotel room bathroom

Sakura was on her knees and bent over the toilet bowl. She had been working nonstop and sweat was beading up. She kept scrubbing up and down and her arm was getting a little tired. She bit her lip and powered through it.

She felt a vibration run across her thigh, so she reached into her smock.

Sakura removed her phone and saw a text from Naruto: "Met the most amazing girl last night!"

"Lucky son-of-a-gun probably just woke up," commented Inner Sakura.

Before she realized it, it was time for her lunch break. She left and joined the other maids in the dining room. They weren't supposed to sit near the guests that were already eating there, so they went to the furthest corner away. Sakura would never know, but the man that would change her entire life was sitting across that room.

She munched on her free meal with the other housekeepers. They seemed like very close friends, which was nice, but she felt out of place as the only stranger. Everyone else chit-chatted and gossiped and Sakura just meekly at her food and listened.

"You hear 55 got rented again?" asked one of the maids.

"Ugh exactly what we need," replied an older woman sarcastically.

Sakura's curiosity got the better of her, and she thought being completely silent would draw more attention than talking, so she asked, "What happens on floor 55?"

The older maid explained: "Nobody knows. It gets rented for a night or two, and the next morning there's an awful lot to clean up."

There wasn't time for any more conversation because Tsunade and Shizune approached their table. All of Sakura's coworkers fell silent and looked at their boss receptively.

Tsunade cleared her throat and addressed them, "Hello everyone, I'm sorry to tell you this, but we've had an unusual amount of housekeepers call out sick, and an unusual amount of new guests. I'm going to need all of you to stay late tonight."

There were groans and mutters up and down the table.

The boss went on, as supportively as she could, "I know, I know, I'm sorry, but you'll be paid time and a half. Feel free to take a long lunch break."

Tsunade turned and walked away and Shizune followed like her shadow.

"They can't make us stay! I've got stuff to do," bitched a random housekeeper in a bitchy tone.

Shizune snapped her head around and snapped, "If you leave don't bother coming back!"

Sakura was stunned. Tsunade didn't correct her assistant so she knew it must be true. She couldn't lose this job, even if it meant staying here all day. She had no time at all to study at work, and now she had no free time after work. Sakura was understandably upset, but little did she know that if she went home on time her life would never have been transformed.

EXT. The Hyuga

Day transitions into night.

INT. Hotel conference room.

Sakura stood in the center of the room vacuuming. She was all alone, and after she turned off her vacuum she realized how quiet it was. Looking out the window, all she saw was darkness.

With a sigh, Sakura rolled up the vacuum's power cord and rolled returned it to the closet. She was relieved that this was the last task on Shizune's clipboard, so she should get to to go home soon. If she hurried she might be able to get a full four hours of sleep.

She walked out into the hallway and found Shizune, who was standing next to a cart loaded with towels, toilet paper, soap and other such items.

"Take this service cart to the top floor and restock the closet," commanded Shizune in a harsh tone. It was like she didn't even realize how late it was and how drained Sakura looked.

Sakura looked back and forth wide-eyed hoping she wasn't talking to her, but she was the only other person in the hallway.

"Ok well it's just that I-" Sakura stammered.

"C'mon we don't have time for this, just do it! You seem like a really nice girl but when you're on the clock you're here to work."

Sakura's lips tightened as she held back tears. This was the worst day she's had in a long time and she just wanted to collapse and be done with it all.

She knew quitting wasn't an option, so she sucked it up, grabbed the cart and rolled it down the hallway and into the lobby. She passed the receptionist desk and noticed Karin had gone home already.

Bad turned to worse when she saw the main elevator had a crowd of drunk college kids swarming around it. Sakura just wanted to go home and catch up on her textbook but she had to get to the "top floor".

It dawned on Sakura that there was another elevator that was only accessible by the highest-paying guests.

She felt out of place in her plain uniform standing outside of the gold-plated doors. She fumbled for her ID card, but when she found it she tapped it on the panel, a light turned green and the doors opened. Sakura rolled the cart in and pressed the button for the top floor...55.

The lift went up and she thought to herself, "I thought there were only 50 floors?"

When she got to the top, the elevator stopped still. Sakura was very tired, but she perked up when she heard something. The elevator doors were thick and hadn't opened, but the noise was loud enough to reach her.

She focused her ears and realized what she could hear on the other side: music….and moaning...from a lot of people.

The doors open.

To Be Continued