Mistake at the Rendezvous

Sakura's New Hobby

By Pat Squared

* Graphic Lemon and Limes *

He kissed her feverously through her clothes, biting her right nipple. She wanted to die until he firmly latched on. He pulled her dress over her head as he laid her out over the table. He noted that she did not wear any underwear. A part of him wanted to comment, another, more dominant part just wanted to devour her.

She was lain out naked like the slut she was born to be. With the speed of the ninja he once was, he darted his head between her thighs. He channeled his chakra into his tongue, lengthening it while thanking his perverted former teacher for this sacred jutsu. He then slid it into her holy of holies.

And everything ceased to matter. His sordid past did not matter. The fact that she was just another call girl servicing just another john with cash to rent her body for the night did not matter. He was man…she was woman…that was all that mattered in this rented hotel room. Just the taste of her mattered.

Touch her there. Find the hidden love button. Nibble, probe, attack, attack, attack.

A pair of thighs squeezed clamping tight about her ears, silencing the world as she drove his lips, his tongue into her. She held him tight, not letting him go. The world outside ceased to be as her body betrayed her.

Some scream. Some explode. Some implode. This one was quiet. Only the quivering of her muscles betrayed the little death that overtook his partner.

It was time, but when he slide up towards her…

She grabbed into his face and kissed it. She sucked his face tasting both him and her. She rolled over and with surprising strength for a civilian pushed him back over the table unto the couch/daybed. She eyed him like a cannibal eyed the long pig. The look in her eye told him that she would consume him. He did not care. If he died, paradise could not compare to the damnation she promised him.

Who wanted to go to the heavens and spend eternity singing hymns, when one can enjoy the damnation between her thighs?

Go ahead and sign me up for Hell.

She could not be human. She had to be succubae, one of Satan's seducers, one of the sirens whose voice summoned men to their doom. And what a beautiful doom it was.

There was no further thought. He had to seal the deal. He had to mate with her, to claim her, to mark her as his, even if tomorrow she would whore herself to a dozen other women or men. She was his, his alone for this night, and he vowed to claim her in such a manner that even if she had a hundred thousand other lovers that she would always think of him, here, now, in this place, mating like the animals they truly were.

He grabbed her hips and pulled down. He ripped her open for the world to see. He thrust up as she screamed. He moved like the piston on a steam locomotive. Slower, faster, faster, faster, and then when one could not go any faster, exploded into her. His seed blasted her womb. He imagined his seed climbing up into her, making her big with his child. He imagined himself thrusting his rod into her swelling forge. He did not relax. Despite the release, it was still ramming itself into her getting stiffer with every thrust.

She screamed, "Do it, do it, knock me up. Give me your babies!"

It was like she was reading his mind. She was begging him to fulfill his fantasy. If he only knew that reviving a clan could be so…

Fuck revenge…

A brief memory of his former pink-haired teammate came into his mind. He was going to give that screaming man-hating bitch exactly what she need. He was going to fuck…to rutt…to thrust himself into her and release himself so that she will be pregnant for the rest of her life. He was fucking her like the whore she was. He was fucking her like she was the last female on the face of this planet. He was fucking her like this was the only chance he had to revive his clan. He reached up towards her perfectly-sized breasts. They weren't big like the Hyuga's legendary mammary glands, but just perfectly sized for his hands. She grabbed his hand and guided his fingers to her perfect, pink nipples.

"Do it you prick. Grab me, break me. Make me your slut. Make me beg me. Whip me. Beat me. Fuck me. Make me sign your bad checks."

The last line did not make sense. It did not have to make sense. She was commanding him to make her incoherent. He would oblige.

The Morning After

Sakura felt sorry for her lover. He knew how to please her, but he was no stamina freak as her former teammate, Naruto, was. She could not image how Hinata could deal with all that stamina. The ANBU that Ino hired managed to perform five times last night. Somehow, she remembered that stimulating the prostate gland of a male causes an erection and managed to get two more before he passed out. His ass was gonna hurt. The candle was not small in girth, but…it was worth it.

She did not know what to feel. She should have felt guilty. But something inside of her wanted this. She now knew that inside she was a born slut and probably would have gladly became one if her mother left her at the orphanage. He gave her a taste of what she wanted…no what she was born to be. He helped her discover her fantasy…her inner submissive who got excited by being treated like a slut. He even gave her a tip of 50,000 ryo for her services – the same price as a high-class call girl. No one traded names. He taught her well about the arts of the bed chamber and left her wanting more.

Silently, Sakura took a shower, got dressed, took a final glance at her snoring bedmate, candle still in the arse, and went down stairs into the bar for a celebratory dry martini before returning home to her typewriter. She would proudly enjoy this walk of shame and planned to enjoy many more starting with her next day off. However, first, she was going to go shopping.

Two days after

A messenger-nin handed Ino a heavy box. There was no return address on the box and the box was far too heavy to hold a single manuscript. Ino signed the receipt and took the box into her office.

One hour later, a lathered Ino was thankful that she had her own private office with plenty of ventilation and a private bathroom with a shower. The stuff here was more potent than Icha-Icha: Mega-perv's adventures and yet it was so romantic that no Princess Gale story could keep up. There were four completed manuscripts, no four bibles of erotic literary gold. Not just enough to pay for her upcoming wedding, but to buy her house, her vacation house, any future kids' academy fees, and leave enough to pay for three-day weekend spa treatments for the rest of her life.

Ino was so happy and so jealous. That ANBU agent did his job and turned Miss Goody into…Ino was starting to weep tears of joy. Sakura would no longer be an anchor when it came time to go man-hunting. She imagined Sakura and herself wearing leopard-skin bikinis stalking a well-hung man.

On the other side of town, Anko sneezed. She was clad in a leopard-skin bikini and an old pith helmet passed down from her mother's side of the helmet from long before the First Ninja War, sneezed as she pounced on her favorite prey – a certain scared-face ninja whose day-job was running the Ninja Academy and whose night job included spanking a certain naughty school girl.

This stuff was so golden that it would even make Hinata a pervert, not that she was not already a perverted stalker for our favorite orange-clad ninja.

She just wanted her body on his, his dangerous advances, sinful caresses… She wanted him to stop this game, stop the innuendo, stop the hinting of what could be. She wanted his to love her…no, she wanted him to take her, to mark her, to spill himself in her, to make her his, even for this one night. She knew that she had to play this game. He did not know that she sent away his usual girl, that she paid 50,000-ryo to be his whore for this night. He would take her virginity and tonight would give her a piece of his that would belong to her forever.

The last manuscript, Hunting for my Perfect Baby's Daddy, was the most erotic thing that Ino ever read. Each script in the sequence traced a generation of sinful mothers who raised virtuous daughters until the daughters met danger, seduction, and an unquenchable sexual fever in the mysterious bad boy. Sakura had definitely tapped into her repressed self and what was inside was a wonder to behold. At the bottom of the box was a note that stating there were three more scripts in the works.

If anyone walked into her office, there would be a sight scarier than the sunset no jutsu made famous by Gai and Rock Lee. Inside the Anbu Headquarters, Sai suddenly felt sorry for his nuts not knowing that his fiancé was being inspired to new heights of lust.

It was time to get the dirt on Sakura's new boytoy.

The Hokage's Office

Tsunade could not figure out what happened to her student, Sakura. Last week, Sakura was racing to become a burnt out medic-nin. Today, Sakura was joking, laughing, serious when it was required, but anything other than the stick up her ass self. She looked at her aide, Shuzine, and wordlessly handed her a thousand-ryo note.

"Who is the stud?" Tsunade asked, "And where can I rent him?"

Shuzine shrugged her shoulders. The pair looked into the Hokage's crystal ball. Instead of looking for the local male studs doing their squat thrusts at the local gym, the pair watched the ladies' staff changing room at the hospital. Sakura was obviously getting ready to head out. Instead of getting into her usual clothes, she was putting on a 50,000-ryo cocktail dress and going commando.

"A thousand-ryo on…"

Shuzine looked at her mentor, "Don't jinx her. We don't want to be stuck babysitting her kids on top of Naruto's."

The Love Hotel

It obviously was not the first time a female house cleaner at the love hotel had to remove a candle out of a recovering male patron's ass before booting him off the bed so she could dispassionately change the bed sheets Sasuke mused.

Since that night, he visited the lobby bar waiting for her. On his table were two perfectly made dry martinis made only in the fashion that the anal retentive queer bartender would make for a potential boy-toy. His world was not the same since that infamous night. Sasuke called his connection to arrange another meeting, but the pimp told him that the girl would be out of town on a long-term engagement.

It was not the same. He had screwed several girls in an attempt to get her out of his mind. Fat girls, skinny girls, pretty girls, ugly girls, older women, younger girls, blonds, brunets, head heds, dominant and submissive girls. Still as he did his thing, in his mind, it was her that he was thrusting his little 'Uchiha' into. Between the memories and the new book manuscripts Ino dropped off, his little 'Uchiha' was constantly at attention.

He wondered if somehow that candle was still in his ass and if liking a candle in the ass made him gay or at least bi. He quickly changed the line of questioning because he was the last of the Uchiha and the last one cannot be gay.

A giggle in the background awoken him from contemplating a trip to the candle store.

It's her.

He looked around and noticed her. She obviously knew how to cast a henge and quite a good one. Her hair was dark as were her eyes. Her skin was tan, but she did not change her body. She obviously was one of the washouts from the academy.

She was obviously with a client. Sasuke could not see the face, but he obviously was a ninja and by the prices the restaurant change, let alone that girl, the ninja had to be at least a special jonin if not a full jonin in rank. The male's hair was dark and he obviously was dressed in new civilian clothing.

She was giggling toasting the inventor of a dry martini. She was… she was…

Destroy…destroy…crush the competition and take her in the lobby.

However, he could not move. He could only watch as she caressed the hand of a stranger. If Itachi was not dead, Sasuke would believe himself trapped in the ultimate genjutsu. It was torture, but he was compelled to sit tight and watch her wine and dine a client before going upstairs for a private dessert.

The pair stood up. He could not see the face of his rival…no his enemy for her affections. All he could see was her smile as she led another john to the room where she seized his soul. He had to stop it. He wanted to stop it.

Yet he calmly paid his bill and followed the couple to the room. Electronic locks were child's play to a ninja, especially those with a strong secondary lightning affinity. A little spark here and he slid into the room as he cast a jutsu to make him blend into the room. It would not fool a jonin, if the jonin was actively sensing for an intruder.

However, as long as the jonin was distracted…

Thankfully, he could not see the face of the man who was taking his place on the bed. All he could see was her back and her smile in the mirror as she climbed onto the phallus.

"You have not been youthful enough, young ninja," she muttered," Now it is time for me to take your youth from you."

"Never, the power of youth will protect me from all…"

"Will it protect you from this?"

She squeezed her beasts together as Sasuke's hand loosened his pants.

"The only way to defeat me is to overwhelm me with your youth. Defeat me or I will eat more than your youthful soul."

Her thighs squeezed as the young man in bad gasped. Sasuke found himself stroking his manhood as the whore bounced on his job.

"You are youthful my dear, but I clearly will fan my flames of youth. If I cannot give you a thousand orgasms tonight, I will not rest until you have a hundred thousand before you get out of this bed. If I fail that I will…."

Thankfully, Sasuke did not hear the next phase as she leaned over and shoved her tongue in the male's mouth. The pressure was building up inside as he watched. His hand was moving faster and faster moving up and down massaging his joystick. He wanted to plant himself into her. He wanted…

Oh crap.

Strings of warm, ropy seed flew from hid rod unto her shapely rear. He shuddered but she was so busy bouncing that…

He could see her smile in the mirror as if she knew he was there.

I will get you next time…my little slave…the smile said. He knew that it was a figment of his imagination. He knew that if the pair sensed him, he would be dead. However, he needed to worship at her alter. He was so far beyond pussy whipped that not even the ancient author Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, the original masochist, could not understand the absolute grip she had on his soul. However, unlike Severin, he would never lose his willingness to submit to his Venus. He watched as she whored herself out to another man bringing himself to pleasure twice more before he slipped away. She had worn out her john and was reaching for a candle.

* Lemon Ends *

Sakura was almost bouncing off the wall when she strode into the hospital. If you told her a week ago that she would be Slutura, Konoha's latest reincarnation of the legendary Happy Hooker, you would hear the words "Hentai" as you found yourself launched through the nearest concrete wall. Instead, now she was looking for her next john. Working at the hospital was an advantage, you knew if your potential prey was clean in a venereal sense.

It was thrilling to have this double life. By day, she was the respected protégé of the legendary Senin Tsunade. By night, she was the mysterious 100,000-ryo call girl that get men to spend their life savings to sate her newfound lusts for the night.

Sex was greeeeeeaaatttt!

She quickly examined the charts and neatly printed (unlike the other doctors) her orders as another part of her was selected her next victim.