Chapter Nine: Competition


Sasuke paced the polished bamboo wood floors in his expansive dining room angrily.

"Where did you say you heard this?"

"The girl who lives next door to her heard a commotion. Apparently they went to the doctors together..."

"That could mean anything," Sasuke shot Sakura a spiteful glare. "How can trust a damn thing you tell me?"

"Sasuke, why wouldn't you trust me?" Sakura's eyes widening with alarm.

"You're dating my best friend and secretly fucking me."

"Some best friend you are." Sakura meant it as a joke and giggled slightly; Sasuke whirled around and clutched an antique dining chair to keep himself from punching her in the throat.

"Look Sakura, what we've done...we can't do it anymore. I won't see you any longer."

"Oh that's not true," Sakura rose from her seat and stood next to Sasuke then put a pale hand over his. "You'll want me back here. When that big-boobed bitch stops doing it the way I know you want it again—you'll come running right back into my arms."

Sasuke didn't like Sakura's assuming tone.

"Sakura you're nothing more than a one night stand. Don't flatter yourself."

"Sasuke, baby." Sakura nudged Sasuke's leg with her own, Sasuke turned to glare at her but Sakura just smiled coyly. "It's been way more than just one time."

Sakura placed her hands on his chest then ran them slowly downward until she came to the hem of his designer suit pants. Sakura cupped her right hand around Sasuke's bulge tenderly then rubbed. Sasuke stiffened then moved an inch to pull away but felt that his body didn't want him to. Sakura's rubbing became more firm then she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

"One night stand?" she taunted him. Sakura stroked his length; Sasuke closed his eyes and fought back any signs of enjoyment. He narrowed his eyes and attempted to growl something rude at her, instead he felt something more feral sounding escape his lips. "That's my boy."

Sakura got down on her knees then put her lips to the tip of his cock. She toyed with him for a few moments, making him need her to continue, daring him to resist her. Finally Sasuke grabbed the back of her head and jammed her mouth down as far as he could fit without chocking her to death. Sasuke began pounding into her mouth without apology. Sakura clutched Sasuke's hips to keep her balance and fought for breath. Sakura felt his explosion coming before he actually came. He buried his fingers in her hair and shut his eyes momentarily. Sakura pulled back for air and got a tablespoon of semen square between the eyes.

"Jesus, Sasuke." Sakura wiped her face with the back of her hand, then her hand on her expensive Chanel skirt. Sasuke pulled her unto her feet then pressed her aggressively against the dining room table. He pushed up her skirt and then pushed aside her panties before she could protest. His length was inside her before Sakura could stop him even if she wanted to—which she didn't.

"Uh, yeah, that's right Sasuke—fuck me."

He did.

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As the door closed behind the doctor Hinata and Kiba turned to each other slowly. Tears ran slowly down Hinata's face, her hand in Kiba's was cutting off his circulation but he didn't feel it. Kiba grabbed Hinata by the shoulder then pulled her into a suffocating embrace. Hinata exhaled sharply then laughed.

"I-I'm not pregnant!" her laugh became hysterical when Kiba's gravelly chuckle joined the chorus.

"Hinata, don't get me wrong, if I were ever to raise a child with someone I'd want it to be you, but; I'm VERY glad you're not pregnant."

"Me too!" Hinata leapt out of the reclined examination chair into Kiba's arms. She buried her face in his shoulder then kissed every pore on his face. "Kiba I'm so glad, my heart is bursting."

"Let's get out of here."

Back at Kiba's place Hinata and her lover lay side by side on his bed staring up at the ceiling. Hand in hand they lay without saying any words because there was no need. Hinata knew that Kiba would have stayed with her; he would never have pressured her into anything she didn't want to. He was caring and deep, understand and exciting.

Hinata was hooked.

Hinata turned to face Kiba and kissed him on the tip of his nose then beamed. Kiba grinned then took her face into his hands. He kissed her so tenderly and softly Hinata felt her insides truly begin to melt; like cheese in a fondue pot slowly oozing and melting under the slow simmering heat.

She became putty in his hands.

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The next morning Hinata snuck out of the house with the intention of surprising Kiba with something marvelous for when he woke up. The time was nine in the morning; Hinata knew that Kiba wouldn't rise from his deep slumber until at least noon.

She first hit the grocery store and bought some actual meat, rice and vegetables with the intent of cooking Kiba his first nutritious meal in months. But simply cooking for him wasn't enough; Hinata had to do more than that for her prince.

She hoped off the bus station in a shady part of town. Even in the bright morning sun she couldn't help looking over her shoulder once or twice and walking in a brisk clip. The store was called 'Everything You Cum For' so needless to say Hinata was blushing the moment her hand had a hold of the doorknob.

The bell chimed as she walked in and a thin woman wearing a pleather full body suit, that had a heart shaped cut out for the cleavage, and an 'insert here' sign on the crotch, shot up from her sitting position behind the counter to Hinata's side.

"Oh honey, welcome!" her squashed chest pressed against the red pleather and squeaked with every step. "What can I do for you?"

"Uh-Uh, I'm looking for..ah, um..." Hinata started sweating. Suddenly a really playful idea felt daunting and the whole situation felt entirely too frightening.

"Sex toys, hun? Something for you? Something for him? Something for her?"

"N-no, not sex t-t-toys, ah..."

"Oh, some porn? We have this great new gay series. Now I know you're not a man, but really it can get a woman off too, I know because--"

"I'm looking for a maid costume."

"Oh darling why didn't you just say so!" The woman hooked her arm around Hinata's and pulled her towards the back of the store where racks were hanging with sparkly, shiny, tight looking clothes hung.

"Now, how naughty of a maid are we going here? We have kind of innocent where the skirt falls to the knees. We have dirty where it falls mid-thigh and comes with an adorable hat, and we have a slutty let-me-fuck-you-now getup where the skirt barley covers your underwear, matched with a bustier and stockings."

"The last one, I think." Hinata blushed a furious shade of red then accepted the hanger from the sales associate.

"We have a fitting room, if you'd like to try it on."

"Ok." Hinata hid her face behind her hair which didn't work as well after her hair cut. Once inside the small changing room Hinata pulled the curtain tightly behind her and disrobed. The outfit really fit its description. However- and Hinata would never admit this out loud- it made her feel good. It made her feel—sexy. She turned around and around, admiring herself in the mirror from every angle. The way the skirt was so short you could see the beginning of a round bottom, the way the bustier pushed her breasts together in a highly flattering way. She loved the allure of the stockings, the tightly pulled apron around her bitsy waist.

"Can I see it?" the pleather vixen interrupted Hinata's vanity.

"Uh, s-sure, I guess I could--"

The woman pulled back the curtain swiftly and whistled.

"You are to die for."

"Thank you." Hinata smiled despite herself.

"Who is this for?"

"My boyfriend. He told me once he had a fetish."

"Would your boyfriend be interested in a threesome?"

"What?!" Hinata choked on her own tongue. The bell for the store chimed but the vixen ignored the new customer, intent on Hinata.

"You know, I'd do anything you guys were into; for a small fee. I'd even give you a discount, if you wore that outfit."

"Oh, I don't really think we're into th--"

"It'll be so fun, I can't wait to get between those legs," the woman pressed her body against Hinata's and began doing the strangest thing: she started grinding her hips and pressing her suffocated chest against Hinata's. Even stranger was Hinata's automatic impulse to push back, and the blush that crawled up her neck, and ears, unto her cheeks.

"I...." Hinata couldn't get her thoughts together. She realized the person who walked in a moment ago was watching them. The groceries sitting in the dressing room needed to be put in the fridge. It was eleven and she needed to get home now to surprise Kiba. This woman's breasts were firm. The back of her neck was warm; like she's started to sweat. She was wearing a thong and the woman's hands were now cupped around her exposed ass cheeks. Hinata liked it. "I...."

"Here, take my number and call me some time." Much to Hinata's dismay the grinding stopped; the woman pulled a card out of her cleavage and pressed into the palm of Hinata's hand. "Call me."

Hinata squeaked, spun around and dressed briskly. At the cash register Hinata found herself looking around for the person who was watching them before but saw no one. They must have left already; probably some pervy kid.

"Be sure to call." The woman said in a sultry voice.

Hinata ran to the bus.

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A mere ten feet away a young blonde gazed at the picture on her iphone.

"Wait until Sakura see's this."