The first rule to be broken was no eye contact… and it all went downhill from there. She found herself sucked into a vortex; the vortex that was Uchiha Sasuke.

A sasusaku AU one-shot smut. (UNEDITED!) This is part 2 of "Catering to an Uchiha: Contact".

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Monday evening, late.

"I have an appointment on Friday, but I can do Thursday or Saturday," Sakura said while tapping her pen on the paper in front of her. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip when she heard him sigh on the other end and her grip on the phone tightened, waiting anxiously for him to respond. Seems like the biggest emotion he evoked out of her was anxiety; and it wasn't always the bad kind either.

Sakura felt the fluttering in her belly intensify and shifted in her seat once while her gaze lowered from the door to her calendar opened up in front of her. "If neither work, we can do it sometime next week maybe?" Blank spaces stuck out to her like a sore thumb…and the pinkette moved the tip of her pen from one to the other. "I have every day that week, minus Thursday, open so I'm available anytime."

"I have business meetings every day that week except for Sunday."

"Even on Saturday?"

"Yes. It's makeup for a day I missed last week." Memories of their time together encased her and she blushed deeply, more than happy that Sasuke wasn't here in her presence and missed it. She was the reason that he had missed his meeting that day, for she had been stuffing herself with his cock when he should have been stuffing himself with food and drinks with his business partners. He had told them he was sick that day and left work early. A bullshit excuse, but they had so easily accepted it for fact, given that the young Uchiha rarely ever missed work…unless it was deemed as absolutely necessary…which seemed to happen more and more frequently lately; the more time they spent together.

"I can do Saturday this week…and we can work something else out for the next one when the time comes, okay. The meetings that week won't last all day…," he finally relented and Sakura could hear slight shuffling, and ruffling, coming from the other line…indicating that Sasuke was most likely gathering his things to leave work. She glanced at her wall clock, six thirty. She quickly penned in Sasuke's name and their usual meeting time for this Saturday…before shutting the calendar again and stuffing it back in the top drawer of her desk, locking it.

Her phone rested between her cheek and shoulder as she gathered her own belongings to leave. "I guess I'll see you on Saturday then, Mr. Uchiha."

"See you soon, Miss Haruno."

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Friday Night, nine-thirty PM.

Uchiha Sasuke was seated at a local bar with his brother and cousin, waiting for their friends to show up for "guy's night" in an attempt to celebrate the closing of a new deal; but his mind was elsewhere. He was busy contemplating the possibilities that tomorrow would bring and the anxious bubble that had slowly been building in his stomach all day felt ready to pop at any moment.

He knew that his relationship had shifted with Sakura from their first encounter…well technically second… but she still remained completely unaware of that minor detail…but the young man remained a little bit unsure of what exactly she meant to him now… and why he had chosen Sakura of all people in the first, but also what he may mean to her.

Thinking back to that day, Sasuke felt he already knew the answer to at least one of those questions.

Weeks earlier, late at night—

"Sasuke, you have to check it out," Suigetsu insisted…with a glass of amber liquid in hand. He shook his pointer finger at his friend…sloshing some of the drink onto the Uchiha's khaki work pants who was misfortune enough to be seated next to him… causing Sasuke to frown and take one of the napkins from their table to wipe at the growing stain as his friend continued, completely oblivious to what his drunken actions caused. "The women there are bangin'. I mean all of them are perfect tens easily. I tend to stick with this red- headed one, but I've tried a few and they are all good. The girl I like though is into rough shit and will pretty much try anything you want."

"Why would I go to a "modern-day" brothel, Sui?"

"You need it, dude. You're way too uptight and the last few dates you've been on, have sucked ass. You gotta get that sexual tension out somehow; well, you know, besides using your own hands to do it." The Uchiha rolled his eyes at this and waved down one of the bartenders for another round; in need of the familiar burning sensation that came with an alcoholic drink… in order to keep him from outright hurting his friend for the comment. 'Who is he to judge me for my sexual life when he's going around fucking prostitutes?'

The more he thought about it though, the more he realized that Suigetsu may have a point. He had grown bored with the "weak" porn collection the internet offered and found it more and more difficult lately to come up with multiple and different scenarios… in order to help himself "get off". Most of the time though, Sasuke didn't even bother anymore; no longer feeling the desire to masturbate or fuck, even when presented with the option from his many failed dates.

Yes… the women he went out with were beautiful, in their own way, but he could never see himself being with them long-term, so he would usually just drive them home, walk them to the door and leave it at that; never to call or even see them again… much to their disappointment.

Without much thought, he asked, "So… what is this place called again?"

He regretted it… almost instantly. A wild, seemingly crazed smile pulled at Suigetsu's chapped lips and he scooted his chair closer, knocking his drink over and spilling it onto the floor without much thought, as he lifted his hips to reach in his back pocket for his cell phone. "Let me show you their website, it has all the information there." The pale, blonde- haired man unlocked it and began to scroll, while a waiter bent down to clean up his latest mess. Sasuke only briefly wondered how many more times it would take, before the manager would kick them out… but he didn't have time to dwell on it before Suigetsu grabbed his hand and roughly shoved his phone into his open palm. Sasuke gave him a weary look, before glancing down at the screen.

"There," Suigetsu indicated with his index finger pointing at the middle building in a photo, "…it is. It's on Main Street. I think the third on the left? It's set up like a hotel…or maybe an apartment? Either way…it has separate rooms for each individual girl so you would have your privacy, and you can click here," he said, pointing again to another tab at the top of the screen, "to view the details and prices for each one." Sasuke did just that and after shifting through five different women… the man landed on a wide-smiling, red-head with her hands on her hips and some lavender-colored lingerie adorning her pale alabaster skin, leaving little to nothing to the imagination. "THAT'S HER!"

Sasuke nearly jumped out of his skin, turning swiftly to see Suigetsu moving to lean over his shoulder to see better. "I thought you might run across her eventually. The page has the "mature" women further back usually, but sometimes if she gets enough reviews, she will show up with the newer ones." Sasuke turned back to the phone and stared at the woman, Karin, for another minute… reading her bio briefly before moving on. "I swear… you wouldn't be disappointed with her," Sui started again after taking a drink of Sasuke's beer. "Karin is one of the best. She's got lots of experience and is good with all types of kinks." Sasuke frowned.

He didn't really know what exactly he was looking for in a woman, but "lots of experience" certainly was NOT one of the traits he desired. But could he afford to be picky, given that he was looking for a partner at a brothel? He doubted it. He was getting slightly frustrated with the selection, and not because they weren't beautiful and enticing women by any means… but because none of them fit exactly what he wanted; what he seemed to be desiring.

Until he saw her.

He paused, hovering over the woman's name while gazing into her bright, green eyes. The unique color of her hair (or possibly wig... I mean because who has naturally pink hair like that) stood out along with the intensity behind her eyes and the slight smirk lifting her lips up caused his previously flaccid member to twitch slightly with want. Haruno Sakura huh? Now she… she was breathtaking.

He knew then and there that no matter how many times he scrolled through the list of available prostitutes, she would be the only one he wanted… the ONLY one that he could possibly desire. His thoughts were interrupted by a brawny pressure on his shoulders. Then, he heard his name.

"Sasuke… Sasuke? SASUKE!"

He was startled from his deep thoughts by hands shaking his shoulders and when he turned, his brother was looking at him with concern in his eyes. "You okay, Sasuke? We've been calling you for a minute now." Sasuke swallowed and took a large sip of his beer to try and clear his head.

When he was finally fully relieved of the memory… he saw their work colleagues…and closest friends… heading their way. Sasuke cleared his throat loudly and said, "Yeah, I'm fine," as he turned to greet them.

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Saturday evening, seven o' one PM.

Sakura shifted on the mattress as he pulled her closer (her body now resting on the absolute edge of the mattress) as her wrist restraints held her to the bedposts. Sasuke had a hold of her thigh with one hand, while the other one slowly made a trail up her torso… following the direction of sweat with his purposeful fingertips… before they wrapped gently around her throat and squeezed.

Sakura sucked in a breath, arching and tugging at the rope around her wrists as he continued at a sluggish pace…her slick walls making it effortless for him to glide out to the tip before slowly sliding back in again. She had grown tired of his pace though, needing much more, and used her ankles to lock around the backs his upper thighs… trying to force him to move at her command. Sasuke resisted and easily overpowered Sakura… given her submissive position. So instead, she decided to vocalize her distaste by spitting out though tightly clenched teeth, "m-more… f-faster!"

"Eager to finish today, huh? Do you want to get away from me that easily, Miss Haruno."

"I… ahh! N-no… mmm… I-I—"

He bent down, licking the shell of her ear, as he halted his hips completely… leaving only the tip of his cock inside of her cunt. She squirmed and closed her eyes… fighting the urge to growl at him in frustration…and when he was done suckling her earlobe, he let it go with a loud pop. With her eyes still closed… a desperate (displeased) groan slipped past her lips. He leaned up and said, "Sakura, look at me."

She took a deep, deep breath and did as he asked of her.

"Please," she pleaded as she met his dark, lustful gaze. "I need more… I'm close." His hand slipped from around her throat and moved to rest on the side of her head…his long fingers tangling deeply into her damp locks and bent down in order to kiss her soundly. Sakura didn't resist him or his passionate kisses and he finally began to move again. She was a moaning, groaning, and writhing mess beneath him when she came, but he wasn't done with her yet; not by a long shot.

Hours pass before he's finally had enough and they settle down together in a lover's embrace… long after what was once unacceptable with her wrapped around his hard body completely… entranced with the way his fingertips danced across her skin. "Shall I leave now, Sakura…," he asked a few moments later after catching his breath… giving her a chance to escape, but Sakura didn't take it.

Instead, she did the opposite and snuggled up to him more closely… her viridescent eyes closing on a soft sigh as the sounds around them seemingly ceased to exist…if only for a little while that is. Sakura finally lifted slightly to meet his gaze once more. "Not right now, Sasuke. Stay with me for a little bit longer, please." He kissed the tip of her nose and pulled her head back down to rest on his chest…letting the night lull them both to sleep a few minutes later.

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A week later.

Sunday evening, seven PM.

It had been a whole week since Sakura had seen Sasuke and even though she desperately wanted to contact him to try and set something up, she knew that he was busy with meetings; as well as other work-related things. So, instead she began to busy herself with her own work… which she had sorely been neglecting lately and allocating most of it to Shizune.

'He really has been taking up a lot of my time, huh…,' she thought to herself as a small, indignant snort sounded from her slightly flaring nostrils. The pinkette had turned around to the filing cabinet to place some paperwork inside of one of the Manila folders when a deep, masculine voice behind her startled her.

"What's so funny, Miss Haruno?"

Sakura nearly jumped out of her chair and swiftly twisted it around, hand resting above her heart while her green eyes met a familiar pair of inky-black ones.

"D-don't sneak up on me like that, Sasuke! Besides… who let you in? We are closed today." She stood and walked to him before stopping; observing how his hands rested in his pockets while he looked down at her from the bridge of his nose; a small, barely visible twist at the corner of his lips. "I don't remember giving anyone permission to—"

"Karin let me in. I told her I had an appointment to see you and she believed me." Sakura rolled her eyes as his hands left his pockets to reach over and grasp hold of her hips. It was only then that Sakura realized he was still in his work attire, with his tie loosely hanging around his neck and his shirt partially untucked. Her hands came up to rest on his chest as her hips settled against his. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No. I've…"

"You've what?"

She didn't want to say it, her cheeks flaming at the thought but she also wanted to be honest with him…so she blurted out "I've missed you", before burying her heated skin in the soft crook of his neck. His hands moved from her hips and he wrapped his strong arms around her lower back, pulling her flush up against him and rested his head on the top of hers.

"I missed you too," he confessed softly and she felt herself finally relax against him. "Sakura, what are we doing here? This isn't in the contract, but I —"

She felt her throat tighten and constrict her airway, unsure as to what to say, so instead she leaned back… lifting her hands up to grasp him by the collar of his shirt to pull him down for a zealous kiss. She slowly slid them up, undoing his neck tie the rest of the way… before pulling it off of him completely.

She then stepped back from him slowly and watched him closely as she moved to rest against her desk, twisting the tie around her hands… before lifting it up to her nose. She eyes him seductively from the top and a soft smile twisted her lips as she motioned for him to come closer with the tip of a delicate finger. Sasuke let the question and statement he asked earlier go and moved towards her with predatory precision, onyx-colored eyes darkening with each carefully calculated step until he reached her. He moved to take the neck tie from her and kissed her briefly, before wrapping it around her head… cutting off her sight as he tied the ends tightly behind her head.

He then shoved the items off of her desk (causing them to fall in her chair) before pulling her down onto her back and then settling onto the floor on his knees.

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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. Maybe a part 3… maybe.