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Lidded azure eyes, slight trace of drool dripping from his animated stretched smile, it was clear to Temari that the blonde who stood before them was a complete idiot. But what could you expect from a nineteen year old boy?

"Hello ladies!" he called to them dopily.

"You must be the birthday boy." Sakura chimed, leaning her weight on one hip. He nodded quickly. The brunette beside him puffed out his chest and put his hands behind his head, leaning back on his chair.

"He sure is! Naruto Uzumaki! And my names Kiba, Kiba Inuzuka." He flashed them a toothy smile. Ino and Temari exchanged glances. Yup. Just as she predicted. Cocky bastard. The bowl cut boy, who was sitting in the chair behind Kiba, stood up, stumbling slightly in the process, causing the beer that was in his hand to spill onto the lap of the long haired boy who sat beside him. He quickly stood as well, brushing at his white pants.

"Watch it Lee!" he snapped. Lee looked at him for a moment with squinted eyes, as if he was trying to spot something that was miles away. It was clear that he was drunk.

"S…sorry –hic- Neji." He slurred, before looking at the girls and raising his drink in the air as if nothing had happened. "Well-hic-what are we…waiting for! Let's get this paaaarty staaarted!" Again, as she predicted. A complete loser.

The first hour of the night passed painfully slow, or so it did in Temari's opinion. After the quick "introduction", each of the girls branched off with a boy, and unfortunately Temari was stuck with the Inuzuka jerk. They began with talking, or at least he talked and she listened. She couldn't get a word in otherwise with him boasting about himself. She was made to just smile, nod, and occasionally when he wasn't looking, roll her eyes. He did however, after a minute or two begin to talk about how hot he thought the girls looked, and how horny it made him just being there with someone as good looking as her. Great.

She looked around the room as he continued. Sakura was with Naruto sitting at a round bar that was placed on the other side of the room. He seemed to be, much like Kiba, talking the ear off her, and she, like Temari, looked as if she couldn't care less. Lee was also sitting at the bar, alone, staring up at the ceiling, his black hair falling back off of his face. Temari snickered to herself at the poor sight, before scanning the rest of the room. Tenten and Neji were sitting on a red sofa that was up against the far wall by the window, she was talking to him, running her hand up and down his leg. Ino and the black haired boy were gone. Temari guessed that they had probably set off to begin their night in private. Her eyes final destination was back to the chairs where the boys were sitting when they first arrived. Unabomber was sitting alone, looking around at everything that was happening around him, and chubby and the other boy were talking to each other. They didn't seem interested at all in being there.

"Hm," Temari hummed to herself. It wasn't very often she ran into a client who wasn't happy being there. The two boys began to laugh at their conversation, and for the first time, Temari realized that the other boy was fairly good looking. In the neon lights, it was hard to tell exactly what color his clothing was, but she could tell he was wearing a dark shinobi flak jacket, much like the one that Baki, or her brothers, or even her old self wore. Underneath, was a black turtle neck, and black pants. His black hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and his dark eyes had a softness to them that that she hadn't seen in a man in months. But that was probably only because he was talking, and laughing with a friend. Even someone like Hidan could have a look, almost like that while talking to Kisame, or one of the other guards.

"So you wanna go?"

Temari blinked, the voice bringing her back to the present moment, and she looked around at Kiba. His black eyes were staring into hers, lust swimming around his pupils. She hesitated for a moment before nodding. Without a moment to spare, the boy grabbed her hand and pulled her towards a door. Within seconds they were inside a small room that was bordered with another couch, and he was pulling his pants down. Temari looked away as he did so and made sure the door was closed. Kiba sat down on the sofa, his legs spread just wide enough for someone to sit between them, and he stared at her waiting. Temari took it as a hint and gave him a large, fake, smile. She slowly walked over to him, placed her hands on his knees and lowered herself to the ground.

"Is this what you want?" she said in a whisper, lidding her eyes and slowly inching her face forwards, closer to his erect member. Kiba squirmed underneath her, his eyes rolling back in his head and he licked his lips.

"Yes…" he replied. Temari took a breath and mentally swore to herself for falling to such heights before running her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, taking it into her mouth. Kiba sucked in a breath and stiffened as she bobbed up and down, taking as much of him into her mouth as she possibly could. One of his hands grabbed a fistful of her hair and moved her, setting the pace he wanted.

Temari tried her best not to gag every time he pushed her down too far, but it couldn't be helped. Luckily it didn't take long before he exploded into her mouth and pulled her roughly away. Temari forced herself to swallow his bitter seed.

"That was amazing!" he panted, his hand letting go of her hair. Temari again, fake smiled at him and stood up, leaning over his half naked body. She began to run light kisses down his neck to his collarbone.

"Do you want more?" she said against his skin. Without answering, Kiba began pulling at her garter belt and panties. She'd take that as a yes.

Afterwards, Temari left the room feeling exhausted. Both mentally and physically. This boy had not only talked big in a normal conversation, but every two seconds while they were having sex he would ask her to say how good he felt. She had felt like a record player, and he seemed quite chuffed with himself about it. Closing the door behind him, Kiba quickly slapped her behind, winked and headed off towards the bar. Temari sighed to herself and crossed her arms over her chest. Only a few more hours left to go.

She spotted Tenten standing alone in the center of the room, playing with the tip of a string from a balloon that had floated to the ceiling, and quickly walked over to her.

"How are you holding up?" she asked once she reached the girl. Tenten stopped playing and looked at her, her expressions also warn out.

"Alright. I just finished up a few minutes ago actually."

"Me too." Temari looked around for the long haired boy that she saw with Tenten before. He was nowhere in sight. "Where'd he go?"

"Hm? Who?"

"The long haired guy you were with?"

Tenten snickered and shook her head. "He wasn't the guy I did it with. Nope, turns out he was actually a decent human being and turned me down. I think he went to the bathroom."

Temari raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so who were you with then."

The brunette quickly scanned the room until she spotted Unabomber, then she nodded towards him. Temari's eyes widened and she couldn't help but laugh.

"You did it with that guy? Are you serious?"

Tenten dropped her head, clearly in shame. "Yeah…and trust me, he's into some pretty weird things."

Temari's laugh became louder and she patted the girl on the back, feeling only slightly sympathetic. Tenten nudged her hand away with her shoulder by turning her body, smiling a bit herself.

"Yeah, yeah. At least I'm not Sakura. The birthday boy has been hanging off her all night, I feel bad."

The two girls turned their attention to the bar where Naruto and Sakura were still sitting. Sakura looked as if she was about to murder someone at any minute as the blonde had his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Temari shook her head. Sakura had never been the most patient out of the group; she couldn't believe she had actually managed to put up with the boy for that long. But it was their job to do as the clients wanted; it was what they were getting paid for.

Tenten cleared her throat and tapped Temari on the arm, causing her to look at her. Their eyes met, and immediately Tenten shot her gaze to the side. It took Temari a moment to realize she wanted her to do the same, but when she did her eyes fell on the ponytailed hair boy and the chubby boy for the third time that night. The chubby boy was looking down at his lap, his face illuminated by a tiny Gameboy that he was playing with. The ponytailed boy was looking towards the two girls, his dark eyes glued.

"He's been looking at you since you came out of the room." Tenten tried to whisper, but the volume of the music made it hard, so it came out more like a shout. "He probably wants something."

Temari sighed. She had told herself that she didn't want to get involved with him because of the look of his judging demeanor, but if it meant more money, she supposed.

"I'll go over then." She told Tenten, taking a step forward.

"Have fun."

Temari advanced towards the tables and chairs where the two boys were seated. Ponytail's eyes followed her until she was standing right in front of him, hands on her hips. She stretched her lips, giving him a closed mouth smile. Here goes nothing.

"Hey handsome. What's your name?" she tried to say it politely as she could, but his furrowed eyebrows, and irritated expression was making it hard. The boy looked at her for a moment before turning his head to face the other way, ignoring her words completely. Temari felt taken aback for a moment until anger hit. "Um, I'm sorry. Did you want me to come over or not?" she pushed. She was getting annoyed. How dare he belittle her like that, she knew this was a mistake. The boy's eyes shifted up at her, but he kept his head turned.

"Not really." was his response.

"Then why were you staring me down!?"

Finally the boy turned his head to look at her. "I was just trying to figure out why it is girls would want to belittle themselves like this just to make a dime, instead of actually doing something productive with their lives. I didn't expect you to come over, I was just lost in thought and you happened to be in the general area of where I was looking."

Temari felt like she was slapped in the face, hard. And it wasn't very often she felt like that. Who the hell did this little shinobi punk think he was to talk down to her, the Sand Princess, like that? Of course he didn't know she was the sand princess but that was beside the point.

"How dare you!" she hissed, refraining herself from beating him into a pulp. "I came here to entertain, not to get insulted!"

The boy snorted out a half chuckle and stood up. Despite his obvious younger age, he towered over Temari by about two or three feet. She looked up to him, suddenly feeling small. The chubby boy beside them also looked up from his game to see what was happening.

"You leaving, Shikamaru?" he asked ponytail, readying himself to stand as well. Shikamaru shook his head, his hand diving into his pocket, and he brought out a pack of cigarettes.

"No Chouji, just going out for a smoke."

Good! Temari thought to herself as the boy side stepped her and began to walk away. A smoker. I hope he dies of lung cancer.

Without thinking, and probably due to rage, Temari stomped back over to Tenten, cursing with every step she took. Tenten frowned.

"I'll take it, it didn't go well."

Temari looked at her and she could have sworn that Tenten flinched back as if she was scared she was going to strike her.

"No, he's a prick!" she shouted, hoping that it was loud enough for him to hear her words before he reached the door to the balcony. "I'd pick Inuzuka over that asswipe any day."

A little more time went by, maybe three hours or so with more meaningless sex. Kiba had come back to her two more times, each time a little more intoxicated than the last. She also almost slept with Lee once, but before they even made it to the room he passed out on the floor and she was forced to help him to the sofa where Tenten and Neji were sitting at the beginning of the night. Ino and the black haired boy, who Temari figured out was called Sasuke, finally came back from one of the rooms and joined Naruto and Sakura at the bar, and Tenten went off again with Unabomber whose name was apparently Shino. Temari was beginning to lose her cool. Six hours was far too long to spend in a place like this, it was making her feel on edge. After her third go with Kiba, she sat down at the bar, cutting between Sakura and Naruto, who had for once turned his attention away from the girl to talk to Sasuke. Sakura was sitting lifelessly with one elbow propped on the counter of the bar, her cheek resting in her hand.

"Is this night almost over?" Her questioned sounded so hopeful, Temari almost didn't want to tell her they still had two hours left. But nonetheless, she shook her head, apologetically. Sakura's hand whipped out from under her cheek and she slapped it against her forehead.

"I can't take this anymore." she admitted. "I could actually handle just going and sleeping with him, but this…talking to him for four hours straight is unbearable! I actually want to hurl myself out the window!"

Naruto turned back around from talking to Sasuke and again through his arms around Sakura's shoulders. Sakura flinched and Temari could have sworn she saw her emerald eyes flash red.

"You know what….I think!" Naruto yelled. Temari curled her lip, his breath smelled of alcohol, a smell she had really grown to hate. Sakura didn't reply, neither did Temari. "I think we shhhould go somewhere alone."

As soon as the word "go" was out of his mouth, Sakura was up out of her chair. "Me too," she agreed quickly. "Let's go!"

With that, the pink haired girl pulled him away towards one of the private rooms Temari had grown to know oh too well in the past few hours. She smiled as she watched them go. Poor Sakura.

Temari felt someone sit on the stool behind her, and she whirled around to see who it was, but as soon as she did she wished she hadn't. Because now it was too late to pretend she didn't see, and just turn back around.

"Taking a break?" Shikamaru asked her as the bartender passed him a bottle of beer. He popped the cap open and took a quick swig. Temari's nostrils were being invaded by the smell of Tabaco, and she wished for a moment that it was alcohol instead.

"What do you want?" she shot, clenching her hands into fists. Shikamaru's mouth left the bottles lip with a smack and he put it down on the table, he stared straight ahead.

"I was just asking a question. You know, trying to start conversation."

"If you want something from me, you can forget that right now! Because I refuse. I don't care how much more money I'd get."

"Furthest thing from my mind actually."

Temari eyed him for a minute. "What kind of man doesn't like hookers at a bar party?" she asked, literally curious. The boy shrugged his shoulders and thought for a moment.

"I don't know, it's just not my style I guess. I was raised to respect women."

HA! Respect. Okay.

Temari scoffed at his statement and looked away, trying desperately to spot Kiba to see if he wanted another go, but she couldn't see him.

"What about you?" he questioned when she didn't respond. Temari looked back at him, an eyebrow raised.

"What about me, what?"

He shook his head. "Never mind."

Leaning back on his chair and glancing over his shoulder, he looked like he was the one annoyed. "It's just…you don't seem like the kind of girl to go along with something like this."

"How would you know what kind of girl I am? You met me only a few hours ago."

"That's all it takes to know you're a stubborn, demanding, pushy woman. Not your usual every day, whip-around whore."

That was it. Temari pushed herself away from the bar table and marched away from him, infuriated. Half of her wanted to punch his sorry ass into next year, but she knew she would get into shit for that back at the brothel. The brothel, a place she actually wanted to go back to at that point. She where she was now and she hated the people who were there. She just wanted more than anything for the night to be over so she would never have to see his face, ever again.