Mistake at the Rendezvous
By Pat Squared
Chapter Three: Takamine Hotel
"Gentlemen, it was a pleasure doing business with you."
It was like some kind of tribal ritual. Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki went around the table shaking hands with the five members of a venture capital group that just agreed to provide 25-million ryo over all three rounds of funding for the pair's latest project.
Twenty five million ryo. They had backers with hard cash. Intimate Moments Publishing, or IMP, was now more than a pipe dream.
The idea was simple - Soft core porn written by women for women. Millions of women who would never even consider having Icha Icha around the house will now be reading soft core porn made especially for them. They even had Ayama Suzuki on a three-book deal to launch. Ino had came through bringing them the largest name in sweet romance to lead her audience to the next level. They had read the outline and writing samples, but Ino held back the sex scenes saying that she had the good stuff under lock and key. Normally this would make investors skittish, but the name Suzuki Ayama was the key that unlocked harden hearts and got investors in a frenzy.
It was time to celebrate. Tomorrow, Naturo and Sasuke would be swamped putting half a dozen things into play, but today was a day to relax.
The phone rang and Naruto picked it up.
"Yes dear. We got it. Yes, yes, I will pick up ice cream and more catfish on the way home."
Sasuke looked over and gave Naruto the classic, trademarked Uchiha 'Hn' as he shuddered. The image of Hinata's craving of the week made the former nuke-nin (renegade ninja) shudder. Ice cream and catfish flavored ramen…there were flavors of ramen that not even Naruto would touch.
"I can't wait until you start rebuilding your clan, teme (bastard). Mood swings and food cravings are just a part of having kids as much as doing the nasty."
Another 'Hn.'
"Okay teme, go celebrate. Go and walk up to a girl at a bar and be social for once. I dare you. Even Neji got the stick out of his ass, saw the light, and asked Tenten out. I will see you tomorrow afternoon. Don't let your fan girls get to you, okay?" Naruto joked as he walked out the door.
Dobe is whipped.
Sasuke was a lot of things, but he was not whipped.
Sasuke managed to return to the village and somehow managed to keep his head and a relative degree of freedom – At least a smidge better than the freedom of the grave.
Sasuke Uchiha did a five-year suspension, chasing that damn cat with a bunch of genin fresh from the academy. It was his job to act as a special trainer and bounce from genin team to genin team getting them ready to take the chunin exam. Even with a chakra limiter, his knowledge of foreign jutsu allowed him to be perfect opposition force for academy graduates to practice against. It was demeaning but he could not run away this time – One step outside Konoha and boom, a modified explosive tag on his belly would ensured his guts would be splattered all over the land. They had seals all over him. Since he returned, he went from being the prince of Konohagakure to an SS-ranked genin to a pauper genin chasing cats at half the going rate. Even the fan girls, at least the ones with an IQ high enough to pass potty training disappeared. Nope, the only fan girls left were Yaoi-fangirls who wanted him paired with another boy – Even with that creepy Sai-character dating Ino Yamanaka, there were Yaoi fan girls who still petitioned kama nightly to get them hooked up together.
Damn you Konohamaru. The all too effective oiroke otokonoko dōshi no jutsu (boy on boy sexy technique) that Naruto's number one protégé created feature Sasuke and a Sai-like boy doing the…
The thought made him sudder.
The only worse image in his mind was Homura Mitokado and Koharu Utatane having geriatric sex on a desk in the 'stacks' of the hokage's private library. It was the one mission that Sasuke cursed his sharigan eyes because he would never forget that image for the rest of his life. There was no mind bleach effective enough to make him forget the seen as much as he wanted to.
Sasuke had spent years protecting his virgin asshole from Orochimaru and his band of merry pedophiles. He would rather proudly suffer rectal cancer than to let anyone probe him. Since free sex was off the table, and he hated karaoke, the only vice left for him was to get thoroughly smashed and rent a bedmate.
"You are going to grow hair on your palms and go blind, Susuke," he uttered to himself as he made the phone call. He ordered the special.
It was time to get drunk and maybe spend the night with some rent a floozy soul. It had been months since Karin legally reamed his ass out in front of the divorce judge and longer since he had any meaningful sex. That divorce had cost him whatever money he had left in the Uchiha coffers. At least he was not stuck with spousal support and he was lucky enough that he did not reproduce with that... She must have slapped him one too many times in the face with an exploding tag so that he would be dumb enough to say yes. He had sold his soul for pity sex and it bit him in the ass.
Dad was right – Free sex is the most expensive sex in the world.
He decided right then, he was going to walk into the usual bar, pick up the call girl he rented, and see what the hell would happen.
Sakura Haruno could not believe that she agreed to this.
As a youth, she dreamt of how she would lose her virginity. However, she would have never even contemplated going to a professional to get rid of her virginity.
Yes dear, your mother was so inept that she had to pay to get laid.
She had three strong drinks to steel her nerves. She had dropped fifty five thousand ryo, a week's salary for a nurse, on a little red dress that would make a high priced call girl envious and would probably would be ripped off of her body within five minutes. To complete the image, she even went commando (wore no underwear) like the little slut she would become tonight.
Oh my God, what the hell am I doing.
She could handle running an emergency room in the middle of a disaster, but she could not keep the butterflies out of her stomach.
It was official.
She was stark raving mad. The only worst than doing this was to face the blank piece of paper in her typewriter. She would not fail. She would not return to her typewriter a virgin.
She walked into the lobby bar at the semi crowded room. In one corner, there was a group of businessmen who had been celebrating rather hard with hard liquor. In other, was some older lady holding a séance with her gin and juice. Up by the bar was a pianist playing the equivalent of elevator music.
Then she saw HIM.
The butterflies fled. This was a man…the man she pray would be the one to make her a woman.
Please, let him be the one. Please, let him…
He motioned toward her.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, God.
He was tall, handsome, a god among men.
Ino had picked her stud well. Stunningly good looking was an understatement. He was the devil and the damnation never looked so good. No wonder Konoha did not have issues recruiting girls to do those kind of missions. If they showed him to her back when she graduated from the academy and told her that he would be the training volunteers for seduction missions - she would have forgotten about that asshole, Sasuke Uchiha, strip, and proceed to let the man in front of her screw her in front of the entire class, hell the entire village.
His pout was so damn sexy that there had to be a warning label somewhere on him.
Sakura now imagined herself naked on the piano, grunting like a pig, as he plowed her untended fields. She took a quick breath to pull oxygen back into her starved lungs.
Okay, act casual, be classy, and let him take the lead.
She walked towards the couch where he was sitting. He stood up like a proper gentleman would do.
"Hello, I am Ayama," Sakura introduced herself with the agreed upon name as she sat next to him.
The was no hesitation, "You are also lovely."
He took her hand and kissed it in a classy, gentleman kind of way.
Stunned was an understatement. The electricity from his kiss, races through her hand, up her arm, and into her heart. He was better than any automatic emergency defibrillator.
Kickstart my start, Romeo.
The voice inside her head was screaming, commanding her to have his babies.
No wonder why Hinata was always passing out with a nose bleed…Be cool, he will make you scream.
He passed the waitress a bill and asked her, "Would you like something to drink?"
You Tarzan. Me Jane. Make me grunt.
"A martini, dry."
"Same here."
The waitress left with the orders.
"How are do doing this fine Thursday evening?"
In heat, nervous, wanting to rip off my cloths and scream just do me.
"Fine, how about you?" she automatically replied.
Fine, fine, that's all you can say is fine. You get a hunk whose sole job is to make you very happy and…no wonder you still are a virgin!
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled like a favorite uncle – deep, low, but comforting. If this was not an arranged moment, Sakura would rate this man as a sure thing for a mate. She laughed.
"What's the joke," he asked.
"Nothing really. How about you?"
He looked at her and deadpanned, "Sorry, I am in a good mood tonight, I usually don't go out on weekdays. This is like a little holiday for me."
"What is so special?"
"It is not every day that a man meets a lady as beautiful as you. I say the pleasure is all mine."
"You got to be joking."
"Unlike many other girls, I do not have to wrestle with my conscious when I call you beauful."
He looked at her body like it was most perfect body in the world. If any other man looked at her like this, she would have already punched him through the wall yelling 'Pervert!'
Cha! He is the perfect man…can we take him out and fuck until it's time for our funeral her inner self demanded.
Sakura had long thought that the instant horny vixen act was just bad writing. Now that she met him…She made a mental note to add a fourth book to the contract while letting him oogle her.
"Do weekends find you out and about socializing?"
"Sometimes I work on the weekend, but a labor of love makes it all worthwhile. I say it's definitely worthwhile tonight. I never understood why men drink themselves stupid or snort powder when a beauty such as you can intoxicate men so."
His finger idly traced the rim of his glass as his dark eyes looked into hers, "You are so gorgeous, you know, I could eat you right up."
He obviously enjoyed watching her blush.
"A friend of mine told me to get out more and enjoy life."
"All work and no play…I guess. Do you like your work?"
"I do. It's challenging and often demanding, but there is a certain satisfaction in being able to bring a little happiness to the world."
He was perfect, too perfect to be true, but here he was. Handsome, sexy, a touch of hidden danger, polite, charming…Hell, if her mom could see her now, mom would cheer or try to kill her and take her place. Even a nun could not resist sin in such an irresistible package.
The waitress returned with her drink, he carefully clink the glass and toasted, "Here is to Thursday nights."
She slipped and coughed as the martini slid down her throat.
"Are you okay," he asked.
"First time I had a martini. It's an eye opener."
"So are you…A toast then, to all the firsts in life."
The martini hit her tummy and made her warm inside as she tried to interpret his words.
She took another sip. She vowed to have a slip of a martini every night in remembrance of this night with him. Some women wanted a cigarette after sex. No, for her, it definitely has to be a very dry martini. It was not even time for foreplay and he already made her feel like…Her childhood crush on that Uchiha-teme, her fantasies, even the erotic ones, were nothing compared to this and it was not yet time for the main event.
The dialogue was perfect, corny, perfect, so unbelievable that she would never imaging it in a million years, but it was so fitting.
"Do they give you a script or something?"
He blinked, "What are you talking about?"
"You say it like you are out of a romance book."
She sipped cursing herself for spoiling the aura...for being the kid that had to rip the mystery away from a magician's trick. She intellectually knew that sex begins in the brain and a pro such as he would start the foreplay by playing mind-games with her.
"Are you saying, 'Stop feeding me lines?'"
"No, no. It's just…no man has ever told me…"
He shook his head, "Ayama, if man attempted to describe your beauty, their words would fail to capture what makes you special. See those businessmen over there. They came in planning to hang out and drink bears, but now they are looking at you, wishing they were talking as we were talking. See that older lady in the corner, she is trying to maintain her composure that she is not the center of attention. They look at you envious of you."
Sakura looked over at the middle age lady at the bar and looked back at him.
"I noticed that she is not happy."
"And yet she insists on staring at us instead of introducing herself to one of the young men over at the bar. She is still attractive to hunt down a man of her own but would rather wait passively and complain. I know her type all too well."
"How?"
"I once was lost in bitterness. I thought the world owed me. You remember what you once had and what to lash out at the world for taking it all away. When two messed up individuals get together…let's say what brought me and one like her together tore us apart."
She looked down at his hands. There was no ring, but an indentation of where a ring once was.
"Divorced, you don't sound bitter?"
"Why should I be? We did not fit together and as a consequence our lives fell apart. It was better that we ended it before we had kids and ruined more lives."
"And did she feel the same way?"
"More or less. She wanted to be a queen and I had to work to make a living."
"What did you do?"
He looked at her for a second before replying.
"Individuals with certain needs need a favor and it was my job to make sure they left happy. I got to teach others and help them realized that one can have it all, but without the heart, the will to care for those precious people, all the talent in the world is nothing.
"You came up to me and took a chance. As a youth, I screwed up my life and the lives of those who wanted to be my friend. I was the talented one…the one who everyone believed would rise to the top. I had lost everything in a quest to…It was not worth the lost…I returned believing that death would be my end. Instead, my best friend beat the crap out of me until I learned to ask for forgiveness. He told me that unless I asked, the answer would always be no..that I had to take the chance at yes. I have a lot to make up for and will spend the rest of my life trying to bring happiness to those I hurt. Ayama, I am asking you…"
Sakura looked at his dark eyes and saw that this man spoke the truth.
"Say no more. Yes, my answer is yes. Let's go upstairs and share a little happiness."
Sasuke Uchiha wondered what deity decided to bless him with this woman hanging off his arm. She was a great actor. Whoever coached her to play the role of a virginal nymphet must a hell of an acting coach. The name sounded familiar and the pink hair and green eyes reminded him of Sakura Haruno. The pimp somehow knew exactly what he wanted. However, Ayama was so different than that flat-chest tomboy who stalked him back before he ran off to seek revenge.
Ten years ago, he would have 'Hn' his way through a conversation pretending to be too cool. However, five years of being socially isolated made him appreciate the little things in life. Between the fines and penalties, he could not afford much and the only entertainment left to him were books in his mother's reading room. The authorities removed the jutsu scrolls, but left him all the romance novels and self-help books. With the sharingan, he has just about memorized every book and found himself instinctively knowing what to say.
Romance books written by ladies for ladies.
This was the goldmine. No male would ever understand just how the female mind worked. Females had a channel two hidden in the second X-chromosome that no male would ever crack. It was this epiphany that got him to get Naruto to start a new publishing line.
However, Sasuke was not focused on the job. He was focused on the girl beside him. For the first time since the death of his family, Sasuke was willing to let someone into his heart at least for one night, well save for Naruto with his battering ram of a personality.
Just what had he gotten himself into.
The few times he rented a girl, it was so clinical. She would go up into the room, count the money, strip, make the appropriate grunts, and pocket the change, and go home. This one made it feel like you weren't renting affection. There was no 'Are you done yet vibe?'
He wondered what it would cost to hire her as a kept mistress. A lot of clan head did this. Marriages were about politics. Have the heir and the spare, then both partners would look elsewhere for entertainment. As long as the form's were follow and the male took care of any bastard offspring and their mothers, everyone would turn a blind eye. His dad had Auntie Wu and a couple 'niece and nephews' before the massacre.
Think about it once the money is rolling in. Enjoy tonight.
He had paid the service fifty thousand ryo to hire this high class call girl. He intended to enjoy it. Maybe tonight would allow him to forget all the lonely nights he suffered because of his stupidity. He should of taken up Sakura on her offer all those years ago.
Forget her. She is long gone.
Eff that pink hair banchee and focus on this one until she wears her voice out screaming to the gods.
* * LEMON NOTICE * *
This is a M-rated fan fiction.
If you want to save the remainder of your innocence, skip the next chapter.