A/N: So this is the second chapter of the re-written Naruto fanfic "Prostitute Problems." Warning: there is sex in this chapter. Enjoy.


The ride to the client was sad and silent as most rides to clients were. Gaara looked over at Azumi through the dividing glass in the back seat. She looked out the window at the city they passed through. He hated to have to be separated from her, but there was a rule the workers of their company had to follow and it was that no one could have an intimate or romantic relationship with other workers. Of course, this rule was seldom followed and often led to the punishments they received at least twice a week. He was only grateful he was sent with her to this client and that their driver was Kisame and not Hidan. He fidgeted around on his side of the car. The leather pants he wore were uncomfortable. If it were up to him, he'd wear regular pants all the time

Azumi looked away from the window at Gaara. She shifted so her back was against the car door and she faced him entirely. Her movement caused him to look at her. "I love you," she mouth to him with a wink and a smirk. He smiled back.

The car pulled up to a high class hotel and Kisame let the two out of the car. "Your client is in the penthouse at the top of the hotel," he told them as he handed them a small piece of paper with the name of the client, the address of the hotel and the room number he was in. "I'll wait down here for you two. You're expected to only be up there for an hour."

'An hour is entirely too much time,' Azumi thought. Kisame went back into the car and drove off to park somewhere.

"Let's get this over with," Gaara sighed as he grabbed Azumi's hand. The two made their way into the hotel lobby and headed straight for the elevator. They ignored the occasional stares they received from hotel guests and employees. Once in the elevator, they were free of anyone looking at them as if they were vermin. They were completely alone for the next few minutes as the elevator went up to the thirty-fifth floor of the building. It was only silent for a few seconds after the doors closed before Gaara pushed Azumi against the back wall. "We have time," he said as he pressed his lips onto hers and caused her head to hit the wall. In the midst of the kiss, he put his hand on her hip and slid it down to her thigh. With his other hand on the wall, he lifted her leg up and pushed himself against her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her fingers ran through his hair. His kisses trailed from her lips to her jaw and to her neck. Once at her neck, he bit down and caused her to let out a small moan. "Shh…" His hand moved to her waist and her pulled her into him embrace. He turned her around and once again pushed her against the wall. "Did you bring them?" he asked as he caressed her ass in search of a small bag.

"Of course I did," she answered.

"Good." He then again pressed his body against hers. She smirked at his obvious hard on. They had a plan and they were going to stick to it. He moved her hair from her neck and pressed his mouth to the nape of her neck. "Nn," she groaned at the feeling of his lips against her neck. He knew where she was sensitive and he had no problem taking advantage of it.

The elevator bell sounded as they approached the thirty-fifth floor. Gaara backed away from her, but not before he squeezed her ass and kissed her neck. "Let's go," he said as the doors opened. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the elevator.

Instead of them exiting the elevator into a hallway, they ended up in the penthouse. "Wow…" they both said quietly as they looked around.

"Welcome," a voice said from above them. They looked up to see a man on the balcony above the elevator. He had white hair, a scar on his left eye that went from his eyebrow to his cheek, and a look on his face that meant he had plans for them. "We don't need to know anyone's names here. Just come up." He pointed to a staircase to the right of the elevator that led up to the second level. The two walked up the stairs and made their way to the bedroom where the man disappeared into.

"Wait," Gaara whispered as he stopped Azumi from entering the room. "Give them to me. He's mostly likely going to touch you first. He'll find them too quickly."

"He needs to find them as soon as possible if we're going to go about our own plan." With that said, she continued into the room and Gaara followed.

"I requested the two wildest ones the company had to offer. What makes you wild?"

Azumi smirked and made her way to the bed. She laid across his lap. "I have drugs hidden somewhere on my body. Find them, and you'll understand why we were sent."

"Hm…I like you…" he smiled. He eyed her body down and maneuvered her onto the bed to search for the drugs she said she had. "What kind of drugs are they?" he asked as he caressed her body in search of them.

"You find out if you find them."

"Correction, sweetheart," he said as he rolled her over onto her front and grabbed her ass to lift it up. "When I find them." He bent over her and pulled at the waist of her pants. She lifted her upper body up with her arms. "In my field of work, 'if' doesn't work with drugs." He ran his hand from her waist to her ass. When he got to her thigh, his hand slid inward. As he rested his hand on her inner thigh, he felt the small bag in her pants. "I found them," he said.

"Good...now retrieve them." Her tone was slightly demanding.

"Feisty," he smirked. He put his hand in her pants and reached around for the bag. Once he grabbed hold of it, he slowly slid it out of her pants. When the bag was out, she quickly grabbed it and turned herself around so laid on her back. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Alcohol," she ordered. Immediately he had an idea of where she was going with this. He got off of her and made his way to the bar he had on the side of the room to fix three drinks. Azumi got off the bed and made her way towards Gaara. "Here," she said as she handed him one of the pills from the bag. "Take it. Let it kick in."

"Aren't you taking one?"

"Of course."

"Here you go," the man said as he handed Gaara a glass. "Scotch on the rocks with a twist." He turned to Azumi. "And for you, sweetheart, a screwdriver." Azumi took the drink from his hand. "So what kind of drugs are we talkin' here?"

Azumi backed away and went back towards the bed to sit down. "Fun ones." She took a sip of her drink which was to her surprise really good. She pulled one of the two remainder pills from the bag. "This one is yours."

"Now we're getting down to it." He made his way to Azumi and began to reach for the pill. As soon as he was about to grab it, she put it in her mouth.

She put the drink on the floor by the bed and motioned for him to come closer as she reclined on the bed. He did as she motioned him to do and climbed on top of her. He leaned down to kiss her and as soon as their lips touched, she maneuvered them so she was on top of him. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss. His tongue searched for the pill and she transferred the pill from her mouth to his. "Swallow," she said to him. With no hesitation, he swallowed the pill.

The man broke the kiss to look at Gaara who leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. "I'll get to you next," he said to him.

Gaara didn't respond. Part of him hated to see Azumi do this. However, he knew that it was her job. He sighed and took the pill Azumi had handed him as well as the drink that the client handed him. He silently nodded at how good the drink tasted.

Over on the bed, the man grew tired. Unbeknownst to him, the pill Azumi had slipped him was designed by her to put whoever takes it to sleep. "What kind of pill was that?" he asked, his words slurred with fatigue.

"Ecstasy," Azumi answered.

"That wasn't…ecstasy…" His eyes shut and he landed on top of Azumi who had to free herself from under him. When she was sure he was unconscious, she pushed him off of the bed and looked to Gaara and took the last pill from the bag. She chased the pill with the last of the drink their client had made for her.

"Get over here," she told him as she took off her shoes.

"Since when do you order me around?" Gaara asked as he stepped towards her and pushed her onto the bed. "Let me show you who runs this." He kissed her roughly and moved her further up the bed without breaking the kiss. When they got to the pillows, he kissed her on her neck and starting to pull at her shirt. She decided to let him be dominant for a few minutes and let him have his time before she initiated a surprise attack and took over. However, she got the hint and took off her shirt for him. His eyes diverted to the newly exposed skin. He kissed her lips, moved to her cheek, her jawbone, her neck where he bit down occasionally, her shoulder, her collarbones, he passed up on her breasts instead traveled down her sternum. He kissed her below the rib cage, moved to her bellybutton and then made a trail from her bellybutton to where her pants stopped him. He then came back up to kiss her lips and reached around with his left hand to unhook her bra from the back. His dominant right hand took undid button of her tight pants, yanked down the zipper and began to rub her from outside of her provocative lingerie bottoms. She shuddered under his touch with a sharp inhale and raspy exhale and arched her back a little, as she slid her arms out over the bed covers under her but not yet clutching them. He barely even started and she was already getting excited. The ecstasy was already kicking in. The thought of what he was going to do to her made her crave more. He traveled down her stomach once again, past her belly button and shimmied her pants off her waist, down her legs, and then completely off. He threw them aside and they hit a lamp. She was topless and the only thing that stood in his way was her red underwear. He slid his hand from her knees to her thighs and moved closer to her inner thighs, and when he reached close enough to her sex, he slowly pulled down her underwear and let it gently drop to the floor.

"Now tell me," he growled. "Who tells who what to do?" His fingers traced her inner thigh and gradually got closer to exactly where he knew she wanted them to be.

"I—aah," She was cut off by the sensation of his finger entering her.

"What?" he asked. "Use your words."

In the midst of the moans she couldn't help but let out, she managed to say one thing to him. "You're an asshole."

"I love you, too," he smirked as he began to take off his own pants. Once that obstacle was out of the way, he towered over her, spread her legs and slowly inserted himself. When he was about three fourths of the way in, he slammed into her and caused her to moan loudly. He kissed her gingerly before he began to thrust in and out of her at a gradual pace. "Mmm…" he moaned. His ecstasy began to kick in as well. His thrusts got a little faster and he pushed into her more and more with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around him and grabbed at his back. Her nails scratched his back as he moved in and out of her. A layer of sweat started to coat their bodies.

"Oh my god…" she managed to let out. He looked her in the eye and smirked. Without any warning, he pulled her on top of him and laid on his back. She placed her hands on his chest. With every amazing thrust, her hands curled into fists.

"Fuck!" he moaned out. He pushed with her, and their movements synched up. He grabbed at her hips and let her ride. Moans became rhythmic and he just laid back as their bodies connected and made the familiar clapping noise of fucking.

A moan grew louder with almost every slide down, her pace would quicken and then slow every now and then. Another layer of sweat was started to coat their bodies. Her nails continued to scratch at his chest, occasionally she dug her fingertips into him in retaliation to the individual thrusts that blew her mind. "Oh, fuck..." she begged. At the rate she was going, she knew she was going to finish soon. He gripped at her hips and helped her to go up and come back down onto him. He thrusted into her as she dropped her body on him,

"Don't stop," he moaned as he felt her tighten around his dick.

The feeling of his hands on her hips and his fingers pressing into her skin drove her to the edge. She was close. She ran her fingers through her hair to move it from her face but it only went back as a result of her movements on top of him. A few more seconds passed by before she finally came. However, she did not stop as her orgasm pulsed under her.

"Fuck!" She got super tight at her orgasm but he still wasn't ready to stop. Her wetness let him enter her relatively quickly. He slapped her ass and grabbed at it. This continued for a few seconds but he needed to take charge to get his satisfaction.

"Turn around," he demanded. She did as she was told and got off of him to get on her hands and knees. He roughly grabbed her ass and pulled her closer as he rammed himself into her once again. This time, she made a noise with every thrust.

As she was being taken from behind, she moved with him and gripped the sheets tightly at the feeling. "Oh my god!" she gasped in between her moans and pants. "Fuck," she groaned. Even though she had already reached her climax, she still wanted more. Her back arched and she began to move faster to synchronize with his thrusts more.

He was going to explode. He thrusted into her the last few times as hard as he possibly could, yanked at her hair to bend her into an upright position on her knees. His peak was reached and he finished. The release was overwhelmed both of them.

She looked back at him to kiss him. She felt a stiff pain in her lower back as well as a throbbing sensation in her inner thighs.

The smell of sex emitted from their body and perfumed the room ever so nicely. Proud he nibbled at her ear and sucked at her neck hoping to leave a physical imprint for all to see. "We should get going…" he said. He got off the bed to clean himself up and put his pants back on.

"Hmm?" she responded, her mind was not all clear just yet.

"Come on." He pulled her up. "Get dressed." She began to dress herself, slowly. The pain in her thighs remained as she got ready to leave. "We have to meet Kisame downstairs."

With that said, the two left their unconscious client on the floor next to the bed and left the hotel.

Downstairs, Kisame waited by the Bentley Mulsanne. When he saw Azumi and Gaara exit the hotel, he made his way to the driver's seat. Once the two were in the car, on their respective sides, he drove off.

Azumi sat with her back against the door and stared at Gaara through the dividing glass. When he finally looked back at her, she mouthed the words "I love you" to him.

"I know," he mouthed back.