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SASUKE-KUN!

It had been a few weeks since our last date, I carelessly walked into the whorehouse. It was a rich one, Shino owned, littered among a few others. I shuffeled past bouncers, drunk adults and deranged adolecents dancing erotically next to each other.

"Hisui." I muttered. A tan girl with a nonexistant skirt and bouncy brown hair snapped up her head. She had been reading a rather husky novel, A Tale of Two Cities. I shrugged as she stood up and hid it behind her back. "Hey Uchiha-kun. Here for your apointment?" I nodded.

"Sasuke."

"Hmm?"

"You know my name, call me by it."

She blushed. "Well, alright."

Hisui was the hooker who brought me to this place. It wasn't something she enjoyed to do, she seemed extremely depressed about her financial position. But there was nothing she could do. She had two younger sisters to support, who knew nothing of her job. I offered her money to take my virginity off my hands for some male jiggalo ((A.N: sp?)) and at first she refused. But eventually, she reluctantly gave in and took me here. She gave me a manwhore and he gave me sake. Hisui must have told him to get me drunk, because I can barely remember any of it. Hisui was like that.

She began to rummage behind the counter, stashing her novel, and disrupted the area looking for the key to my room. Not only did this serve as a whore house, it also served as a popular dance joint called Saint Randi's. It was sort of a play on words. The fact that you could get hookers here was discreet. You had to know inside people and had to have friends in high places, know how and such. It was very pricey and impractical but these were "very experienced" I'll bet they are.

I grabbed her ass, "Nice skirt."

"Shoot Sasuke, I know it ain't nothin fo you." I smirked. Hisui led me past a wave of teens and helped me up the blinking, private staircase, telling me that I was just too young to smoke as I almost lit a cigarette. There were many rooms and she pointed me to one. I WAS getting a tad bored with these overly experienced fucks. Maybe I'll hit the streets again after the blarring pop and hip hop stops ringing in my ears. "I like ta lick it lick it lick it lick it lick it. The following is not a test!"

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I came out stinking of cum and sake. Fucking role playing was nothing but a kinky timewaster. Shutting the door on the exausted prostitute, I knew that if I was better than him, he WAS a newbie.

Pleanty of girls would screw me for free, so in the end I was the one who got screwed over, I thought drunkily.

I stummbled down the stairs, half tired. Chris Brown screamed in my ears as the disco light blinked wildly at 12:40 A.M. The dance floor was flooded, looking up I saw the stage. There was a girl up there. No, no there wasn't...it was...a boy, I thought squinting my eyes. It was a skantily clad, Full Monte. The blondie moved his body like a cobra against some redheaded boy and whatnot. Wish he'd show me some love, he certainly be a better fuck than that screwover...who was he?

NARUTO-CHAN? ((precisely 28 minutes ago))

Shikamaru called me. I checked my junky cell in midstride against the freshly wet concrete, clutching my work clothes. I had to go perform at some dance club at 12:30. It was exactly...12:22, almost late.

I was unfortuatly getting pretty popular, it does mean more money for me but it's not like I loved what I did. Sex was not meant to be my profession, man! I dialed Shikamaru, heading through the back door of the club. One Ring. Two rings. He was probably gonna-

"NARUTO!" Akk, I was right, I thought, clenching my bleeding earlobe, he blew up. I mentally paused thinking how strange that would be.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!"

"Erm..Shikamaru-chan..."

"Don't you, 'Shikamaru-chan' me, bub! Where are you!"

I pulled up, my tight ass leather pants, behind me. "Uh...at my job."

"Its late! I called you an hour ago."

"Guy's gotta eat, man. Till it rains ramen, I gotta work."

"Did you even do your nin homework?"

"Bitch please."

He stifled a laugh. "Figures...give it to you tomorrow, then."

"R-really?"

"We were gonna surprise you too. Lazy ass."

"Heh, sorry dude. Gotta go. I'm almost on-I mean-"

"Just go. Crazy head." With that he and I clicked off, grabbing my tight pumpkin orange tee and black tie. I was on in 2 min. I wonder...if Sasuke hated me now?

"OHHH GIRL! I'd be in trouble if you left me now! I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how!" I jerked my head up, that's my cue! I ran towards the entrance of the stage and strolled out.

I threw my tie around. Often at this club for enough cash, a person could be danced around by a "professional" on stage. Cheers roared from the crowd.

Who...was the lucky bastard tonight? When I got over I had to stop myself from screaming.

G-Gaara! His eyes widened, only slightly, in surprise as he stood in the middle of the stage, kicking his shirt, which was on the floor, away from him. His green eyes sparkled.

"Well? I didn't pay for you to stand in shock." He smiled a creepy smile. Time to do my job, I guess. I danced out towards the middle of the stage and went behind his folded arms. Pulling his head back with my tie, I let my toungue slid across his cheek. Hey, there's a reason for this club's age rule. We both looked older though. Sex had probably aged the both of us.

Moving my shoulders sensually, I removed my tie and started to swing it in the air behind Gaara's head and then tossed it into the ravenous crowd.

SASUKE-KUN!
I couldn't tell who the blonde was but I recognized the readheaded scowl belonged to one of our classmates, Gaara. Apparently, the rate of gay kids was rapidly increasing.

The blonde rocked his neck and ground his hips into Gaara's back. Gaara's face remained emotionless until then, he began to close his eyes. The blonde got infront of him and removed his shirt. He started to raise his tanned arms and move his groin back and forth very quickly, you know how it goes. Like humping sped up really fast into a dance move.

It was hot...but why? Was it because that blonde reminded me of my own blonde? The crowd whisteled and hooted with the music as he ran his hands through Gaara's hair. Lucky bastard.

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I kicked a stone at around 7:43 A.M. It cascaded across the blacktop littered ghetto. I had left the club at around 1 A.M. and crashed at Shikamaru's house. He was quiet...and so was I so it worked out. I hiccuped. I had begun to frequent, I noticed, the whorehouse. It usually depended on how lonely I was. Especially if...Naruto left me alone. I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket and struck it quickly against the ground, igniting it.

Why did Naruto have to be the one that dictated my emotions? Why did I lust after him? Sin after him! I stuck the cigarette in my mouth and took a long drag. How did I feel I needed attention from him? It was ridiculous, I thought, sucking in another puff of smoke. Uchiha's needent depend on anyone! The only person I need to focus on...I blew a smoke ring, was my brother.

Birds chirped in the distantly on the blinking street lamposts. Damn..I'm gonna be late for work...oh well, Haku can take over for me. The shady neighborhood was only so far from my neighborhood. I limped past the stop sign, struggeling to keep my breath.

As soon as I got home...I was gonna take a hot bath with my Monte Carlo, Marlboro, or Pall Mall. The wind howled against the poorly built houses, with grannies in ratty clothing closed the windows at the sight of me.

The world seemed so grotesque.

I finally got to my manion and collapsed on my stoop. The cold cement bit my ass. "Huff, huff" The walk wasn't even that long. Hmm? Whats that? I turned my attention to a yellow, limp spike peaking out from behind the wall of my stoop, low to the ground. I stood up slowly and went to inspect it.It swayed in the wind's bitter grudge against warmth.

I would've never anticipated what I saw next. A beaten, bruised and half naked Naruto lay motionless beside my mansion.

"Naruto!" I ran to him and kneeled. What happened? The little..idiot... I-I need another pack, I thought wlaking in the door as I cradeled his glacious body in my arms.
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Me/Elliot: Just so u know Laurena is so not my bff...er..anymore ((jk!))! Oh, my other bff, Momo, who appears to be wielding something dangerous, is our surprise guest! claps

Sasuke: We never discussed this.

Me/Elliot: Sorry sasuke, but she has frekles and that just kicks ass. So Momo? What have youthere?

Momo: A computer virus shaped like a large mallet.

Me/Elliot: Oh really? I thought that was a glass of fat free milk! Milk can be dangerous you know...

Sasuke: If your lactose intolerant.

Momo: Why would it be a glass of fat free milk?

Me/Elliot: Well...why wouldn't it be?

Momo: Because your gay!

Sasuke: So, Momo, whacha doing tonight? Get's smug

Momo: But I'm straight! cries

Me/Elliot: That's why he asked! Er...I'd best leave these two alone...

Momo: No, Itachi has the number of my heart! ITACHIIIII!

Me/Elliot: By the way..all those names I mentioned ((Pall Mall, Marlboro, Monte Carlo)) are cigarettes that sholdn't be smoked! ;D