Sakura owns a brothel and is asked to 'personally' cater to one of the wealthiest families to ever exist… to the only surviving son of the Uchiha Empire… to Mr. Uchiha Sasuke himself.

A sasusaku AU one-shot smut.

Sakura adjusted the lacy brassiere adorning her bosom for the fifteenth time as she waited anxiously on the mattress for her newest client to arrive. Uchiha Sasuke was running late of course, but she didn't seem to mind in the slightest. In fact, she wouldn't really care if the young man ended up being a "no-show" altogether.

But since Sasuke was running twenty minutes late, it gave her ample opportunity to think about her position, because one thing was for certain… she never would have pictured herself there, sitting in one of the many suites of her hotel, waiting to spread her legs wide open for a man whom she had never even met before because it wasn't her job to do so. Sakura Haruno hired other women, even some men to be fair, to do that for her… but all because Uchiha Sasuke had asked specifically for her, she felt obligated to cater to him.

He would be her biggest paying client now after all if things went in her favor and Sakura desperately needed them to because as it stands, her business (the one that she built from the ground up) was on the absolute verge of sinking. It would be a matter of just a few months before she would be forced to file for bankruptcy, then what would she do? It had never even occurred to her that a modern-day brothel would do so poorly in a place filled with such deceitful men (and women alike) who had initially been more than happy to spend their spare money and time at her establishment.

One bad review, from a man who had visited so often, was all it took for things to take a turn for the worse. The young woman had reached out to the man multiple times…but he refused to give up his reasoning for the comment… though she had a sneaky suspicion that it had to do with a certain red-head who had started working for her at the beginning of July last year. Sakura had seen the guy lingering next to Karin multiple times… his unusually sharp teeth glinting in the hallway's light as he was often seen giving her a toothy grin, his almost white hair wildly arranged after one of their particularly long sessions, but Sakura remembers one time when their eyes had suddenly landed on her as she made her daily rounds and she blushed profusely, before quickly averting her gaze and continuing on her way.

She remembered seeing the guy less and less often when Karin Uzumaki took on new clients, the likes of which had elected to pay decently for her services in particular… she was known by most of them to like it on the rough side and seemed to be into more "kinky" stuff than Mr. Suigetsu had been. That seemed to anger him greatly. Sakura attributed that to the poor review and the downfall of her business.

But now that she had Sasuke's attention, and hopefully his money, she knew that she had to do everything she could to impress him. His notoriety, his very reputation would be a vital aspect towards regaining her business back to what it once was; and if she could find a way to satisfy him fully, maybe she could even somehow get him to leave a review on her website. She's not exactly sure that she will "pimp" herself out after tonight, but as she gnawed on her bottom lip anxiously… she wondered how much further she would go in order to keep her business afloat.

She remembered a conversation she had with one of her women, Ino, and her thoughts went astray for a moment—

After receiving his request, she slumped in her swivel chair and sighed, running a hand through her hair. "But I'm not one of the… I don't—"

"There's always a first time for everything, right," Ino said as she too slouched in her seat, glancing and then picking at her cuticles before a devilish smirk lifted her lips. "Think of it this way, if you have to pimp yourself out to anyone… be glad that it's going to be Sasuke fucking Uchiha. I mean he's really hot… it could be worse." The pinkette shook her head and huffed.

Her mind raced with possible scenarios of outcomes if she accepted, (including but not limited to witnessing her body beneath a toned one while something prodded at her cunt) and it was those very thoughts that brought a deeper blush to her cheeks. 'How would it feel to have my world rocked by Sasuke fucking Uchiha?'

A lightly creaking floorboard snapped her attention back to reality. Her eyes snapped up and the sudden appearance of a head rounding the corner of the doorway startled her, making her right hand fly up to cover her heart and a small gasp to escape her lips as she jumped. "Damn you, Karin! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I'm sorry, Boss Lady," the woman said with a soft chuckle as she fully came into view. Her body was adorned with a comfortable looking, mauve-colored one-piece, the lace of which ran sensually and enticingly along her many curves and she placed a hand on her hip before cocking her head to the side. "I just wanted to inform you that Mr. Uchiha just pulled up. He's sitting in his car right now, but I assume he will be coming in shortly. Should I tell Shizune to send him to your room…when he does?" Sakura could feel her heart palpating more quickly at the thought and tried to mask the anxiety-inducing feeling with a small, but friendly, smile.

She however doubted that she was very successful when the girl gave her a strange, though concerned look. So, she decided to elaborate and change the subject instead. "Uh yes, tell her that I said thank you for me, will you. I'm sure you know already why, for managing the phones and desk while I—"

"She doesn't mind," the red-head states with a quick wave of her left hand. Noting her boss's anxious demeanor, she pressed on. "Are you okay though, Boss? Do you need me to send him away… or to someone else? I would be happy to take over for you if you need me too. I mean…he's hot and I bet he's fantastic in bed." That caused the pinkette to chuckle and her shoulders finally slackened their stiffness. Noticing this, Karin smiled. Her attempt to ease the anxiety growing in her boss was a success. "I'm serious though. If you need me to send him away or ask him if he would like another, I don't mind. I get that this isn't really your thing… your 'area of expertise'. Maybe I can give you some tips if you still want to go through with it instead?"

Sakura gave her a genuine smile then. "I think that I can handle him just fine on my own, but thank you. I definitely appreciate it, Karin."

"Just remember," the red-headed vixen said with a nod as she began to exit the room. "Give him boundaries! It helps if the guy knows what he can and can't do; what to expect from you going forward and so on." She placed a hand on the doorframe and turned backwards to look at the woman still sitting in the middle of the mattress. "I've heard he is a complete gentleman out 'in the wild' from some folks," she said with a few exaggerated air quotes with her free hand, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, "…but that doesn't mean shit when it comes to the bedroom. I know that from personal experience with Sui—"

Karin's expression changed swiftly and a sad, longing, and despondency took over, but Sakura cleared her throat and it quickly went away. "Thank you for the tip, Karin. Can you go tell Shizune now though… preferably before Mr. Uchiha comes into the building."

Realizing that Sakura was finished with their conversation, the red-head nodded. "Sure thing, Boss Lady. Good luck!"

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Sakura sat across from him, awkwardly fiddling with the tie around her waist securing her cherry-colored "silky as sin" robe which she had decided to throw on at the last minute; her heart pounding erratically against her ribcage while the pinkette avoided his curious and intense gaze. "I… um… I have some conditions before we begin, Mr. Uchiha."

A short pause—

"Such as?"

Sakura swallowed, wet her lips, and took a deep breath to steady her nerves before she finally looked up at him. "NO kissing or cuddling during or when it's over. No eye contact and definitely NO BDSM stuff and my safe word is going to be…uh, ninja." She wanted to smack herself for that one, 'I mean who says ninja as their safe sex word'… but instead she forced herself to stand her ground… straightening her spine as he took a small step towards her. His brows lifted slightly when she tilted her head in defiance. "Well, can we come to an agreement on this or…"

"Fine."

Another short pause—

"Fine?"

Sasuke nodded his head before he shrugged himself free of his suit jacket and tossed it onto a nearby chair. He then reached for his tie as he held her gaze. "Any other terms I should know about, Miss Haruno?" Sakura couldn't speak, finding herself surprisingly mute, as her gaze shifted to his hands… watching as he unwrapped the thin garment from around his neck before circling it around a fist briefly. "Miss Haruno?" Her jade eyes immediately snapped up to meet his and her cheeks flushed at the sight of the small twist in his lips.

She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a minute squeak and after clearing her throat…her second attempt at vocalizing a response was laughable at best but she managed to say no nonetheless. Sasuke paused only briefly, before he began to unbutton his button-down. Dark, jet-black eyes held her firmly in their grasp. The subtle hint of desire was barely detectable as they shifted down to the hand still resting precariously on her robe's loosely knotted tie.

"Take it off…," he said with a nod, his tone deep and lustful with a hint of unintentional and demanding bossiness. She wanted to snort and refuse just to spite him… but refrained and did as she was told… reminding herself that it was her job to please him, if she wanted to get paid that is.

'I need this… I need him. My business depends on it… my reputation.'

With trembling fingertips, Sakura began to twist the side of the tie and then after taking a deep breath she let it fall out of her grasp… allowing the delicate fabric of her robe sway and shift the part open before falling off of her shoulders to reveal the lacy fabric of her lingerie beneath it. He seemed to be studying her for a long while… eyeing the pinkette up and then down ever so slowly…before she noticed a small but distinct darkening of his irises, his inky orbs expanding marginally as he took another step closer to her… slipping his own shirt from his shoulders, leaving his chest bare for her viewing pleasure. Sakura drank him in as her came to stand in front of her, his hand lifting to brush rough fingers lightly along the soft flesh of her wrist.

An intensely involuntary shiver ran down her spine and an embarrassing whimper managed to escape her lips. The young woman found herself unable to meet his gaze as he brought her left hand up to press against his cheek, barely perceiving as he tilted his head and placed his lips against it, the light kiss that he planted there in place of his thumb. He then lifted his head, his gaze pulling her in once again against her will. "Shall we begin?"

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"Oh…fu—," she wanted to curse, truly, but she was struck speechless as his tongue lapped against a perky nipple. It took her a few seconds to gain enough thought to reach in the bedside table for one of the condoms and only a second more to rip it from the plastic encasing it… using her teeth. She reached between them, filling the deep crevice in her palm with the huge mass of his cock and she slowly slid it down his massive length (only halfway) while a shuddered breath was uttered against her bosom… his lips encasing a nipple as his fingers traced down her hip with one of his hands; the other resting on the mattress beside her head as he towered above her, naked.

"Are you…"

"Y-yes, please."

His deep chuckle rumbled against her palm where it rested on his chest as she slowly lifted it up to his left shoulder. "I was under the impression that I would be the one begging you for release… not the other way around, Miss Haruno."

"S-shut up," she hissed through clenched teeth, her nails digging into his flesh while she jerked his cock forwards… pushing her heels into the backs of her thighs to bring him closer to her. He didn't resist, didn't even speak up on her rude comment, and let his hips (along with her hand) guide him towards her slick cunt. With each second that passed, Sakura felt her heart flutter faster until he pushed in for the first time.

Sparks flew past her vision briefly and her hitched breath was audible to the naked ear as he slowly slid (just the tip) inside of her tight heat. Ever so carefully he inched himself further and further, moving languidly in and out of her, until he was fully seated inside; impaling her fully with his cock. His hand repeatedly flexed next to her head on the sheets, while the one situated on her hip tightened its grip. Sasuke dug his digits deep into the soft curves there and she knew that later on, in the aftermath, she was bound to find some colorful bruising, but at the moment… she could care less.

Her back arched slightly at first as he began to move in a carefully calculated rhythm… his attempt, she assumed, to not hurt her…but she was long past needing anything slow and easy; Sakura needed him… and she needed him now. "D-don't hold back…," Sakura panted, eyes closing tightly when she saw his head snap towards hers a second later. His movements slowed and she whimpered… as if he was studying her reaction. Her curvy thighs fell away, widening herself to his gaze and her grip on his shoulder tightened, as she lifted a hand to wrap in the sheets beside her head on the opposite side of his. She clung to it as she arched her back further, breast pushing up against his chest in a desperate attempt to tempt him further. "P-please… don't stop."

She missed the twitching in the corner of his lips and brow, his eyes following the contours of her body before he used the momentum of his backwards thrust to plunge back into her swiftly. Sakura jerked upwards and her breast bounced from the harsh and sudden movement…her breath shoved out of her lungs…but before she could even think to retract her statement of "not wanting it easy", he moved again.

Again… and again and again and again, until—

"Shit," she hissed, her body contorting beneath him in a fit of pleasure… as her thighs came up to envelop around his hips. Her cunt fluttered and then clamped around his cock, milking him just seconds after she had reached her climax. Her body slumped while he drew out their pleasure, before he fell next to her side on his back; breathing heavy as he worked to slip the condom gingerly from his still hard cock. He looked around briefly and tossed it into a nearby trash can and then turned his head towards her… a small smirk forming on his thin lips when he saw that she was still in a state of bliss.

"That good, huh?"

The pinkette felt her cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson at his cocky statement and huffed indignantly. She twisted away from him soon after… to the opposite side of the bed and sat up, swinging her legs over it before reaching down for her discarded robe in an attempt to cover her body… to try and shield herself from him. Sakura stood up on shaky legs and moved towards the door, intent on leaving without even acknowledging him any further and having one of the others see him out… after he paid of course, but his words stopped her in her tracks…her right-hand midway reaching for the doorknob.

"Miss Haruno… I want a contract with you… an exclusive one for your services specifically." When she remained in place (completely frozen) without speaking or even turning to acknowledge him, he continued; his voice rumbling and sounding closer and closer with each utterance that spilled from his lips… until his right hand rested next to her on the door (keeping her from escaping) and his chest was nearly resting against her backside… the smoldering heat rolling off of his body practically penetrating her through the fabric of her thin, silky robe. Her breath quickened when he bent to whisper in her ear. "I'll make it worth it. The pay will be good I promise. But it has to be you… only you who caters to my… every need." Sasuke placed his free hand on her hip, gently testing the boundaries between them and when she didn't move away, he leaned into her. "So, what do you say, Miss Haruno." What else could she say other than—

"Yes."

Author's Notes:

If any of these sound like your own writing or another you have read I apologize but I didn't copy anyone's work. This is entirely my own writing.

P.S. Thinking of making a part 2…