Chapter 23 – No escape
"I need to find Sakura." Shisui muttered nervously, drowning the rest of the sake in his cup.
Both pairs of dark eyes fell onto Sakura's body just as she was about to end her performance; her body slowing down as she crouched down, giving one last spin around the pole before coming down completely. She hastily sent some coy looks to her audience, bending down seductively as she tried her best to collect the crushed paper bills from the ground around the metal pole.
"Look after those bastards, if you see any of them that is." Said Shisui hastly as he gave brief instructions to Itachi who nodded in return. "I'll go look for her, although If I were to assume, I think she might've gone for her break." Shisui spoke again, running a hand through his uncharacteristically long hair, as the silky brown strands slipped past his fingers.
"Make sure you do not disturb her too much, she has to work after all." Said Itachi, his voice calm and collected as opposed to minutes ago.
"I know better than that." He glared at his cousin before seamlessly slipping into the crowd.
As Sakura finally entered the dressing room, she let out a deep sigh of relief, her back was pressed against the cool cement wall as she did her best to control her legs in case she slid down. The night was far from over and she was already exhausted.
Her sweaty back was hot against the wall as she paused to catch her breath. She didn't know why it felt like the air had been snatched from her lungs. She felt like she had been running miles. Pole dancing was hard, and it was quite the work out, and she never felt like this afterwards, but then again it was her first ever performance, being nervous was completely normal and okay. She squeezed the crushed paper bills in her hands.
Like the other girls Sakura took out her money and began to count it, she ran her hands over the wrinkled stack of money. She wasn't quite sure about her nightly goal so she figured that she would have to either do more dancing or offer up some lap dances. She sighed again sticking the dirty money into the lacy bodysuit over her handful mounds, hoping it wasn't sticking out too much.
She eyed a few new faces in the large dressing room, a small group of women were sharing various items between each other, touching up either their makeup or hair. Sakura thought about approaching them, but she was too tired mentally to engage in any sort of conversation with the unknown colleagues. The pink haired woman silently hoped they didn't care much for her or at the very least haven't noticed her yet.
She tensed as she felt someone entering the dressing room, although the possibility of an enemy was small it was still there, nonetheless. This whole time Sakura felt like she was walking on sharp needles, one wrong move and she could be caught instantly.
Her form relaxed significantly as she saw two familiar figures enter the large space. Hina and Touka walked in, soft giggles left their painted lips as they noticed Sakura.
"Yo, Harumi!" She heard Touka's high pitched voice as the two girls approached her.
"Ah, Touka, Hina." Sakura nodded in return as two slender and tall figures finally reached her.
"You were amazing!" Squealed the short haired brunette as her dark eyes gleamed with admiration. Sakura almost looked at her dumbfoundedly but forced a gentle smile instead. Was she really that good? That couldn't be it. "I agree with Touka." Said Hina, her gentle voice washing over Sakura as she flipped her red hair over her shoulder effortlessly.
"You were truly amazing, I'm not sure where you worked before, but they must've polished your skills greatly. After all, Mr. Li wouldn't go out of his way risking the club's reputation if you weren't worth his time." The redhaired woman smiled softly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Sakura felt her body cooling down from all of the activities she participated in earlier.
"Oh, well before coming here I worked at a small club at the edge of Grass country, that's where I learnt most of my tricks." Sakura still held a simple smile on her face, almost biting down her tongue, knowing what she wanted to say instead was that she took personalised pole dance classes for kunoichi of fire country. She hoped her excuse was believable enough to shake off the girl's curiosity.
"Oh, makes sense." The burgundy haired woman nodded; her dark lips curled into another smile.
"We should practice together sometime!" Touka beamed again, dropping her arms around Sakura's shoulders. Sakura really didn't know where all of this energy was coming from, but strangely enough the petite brunette reminded Sakura of Naruto. Obnoxious, loud, slightly annoying but friendly and warm.
Sakura couldn't help but smile more widely in return, fond memories gracing her mind as she thought about her beloved teammates. She briefly wondered how they were doing.
However, her thoughts were interrupted by something more important. She thought back, replaying the scene that played in front of pole seven, where she saw a small commotion happening. Those three men seemed particularly suspicious to Sakura and to be honest her gut twisted with anxiety as she recalled everything that happened. If they were just simple men there wouldn't be so much fuss around them, that much Sakura understood.
"I don't mind." Sakura answered after a minute. "But you are way better than me, Touka!" Sakura reassured the short haired woman who blushed slightly, given the compliment.
"By the way what happened during your performance? I've seen some shuffling around and I got worried about you." Sakura questioned innocently, trying to gain some information, after all, maybe those men were just VIP customers that she didn't know about.
"Oh, you mean those three men that passed by me?" Touka scratched the back of her head as if out of habit. "I'm not sure, but I think they are a part of some government organization, one of them visits boss quite frequently. But if you ask me, I think they are all so fucking creepy." She sighed and then frowned.
"My, my we don't bash our customers like that, Touka-chan." Hina lectured the petite woman, her expression serious as she flicked a finger across her forehead, lifting the brunette's bangs in the air. "Even if you don't like them, please remember that they are highly regarded members of our society. It is only natural that some of those beastly men would have business with Mr. Li, one way or another." She continued lecturing the short haired woman as Sakura watched in disbelief, however her surprise was masked under a stoic expression.
"Beastly men?" Sakura asked, confusion written all over her features as she scrunched her brows.
"Oh, I suggest trying not to get involved with those men, even if they are some government officials or whatever, I believe they are not safe to be around with." Hina turned to Sakura, her voice, although gentle held a tinge of concern, her expression serious.
"That still doesn't add up! Why are you calling them beastly men?" Touka asked the exact same question that lingered on the tip of Sakura's tongue, allowing her to keep her opinions to herself as she just leaned into the wall further, listening to the conversation that was flowing around her.
Now it was Hina's turn to sigh as she nearly rolled her eyes at Touka.
"I'm only talking from my personal experience, but I had some of them as my customers quite a while ago." Hina rubbed her shoulders uncomfortably as she averted her gaze away just for a second. "Whatever you do and by any circumstances make sure you stay away from the silver haired man and the one that looks like a shark." The red-haired woman shivered as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"May I ask what happened?" Sakura pushed herself away from the wall, her hands already rubbing Hina's shoulders in a comforting manner, her voice soft and full of concern as she eyed the older woman. If anything, Sakura knew how rape victims looked like, she had seen enough of them in the hospital, but she couldn't push Hina if she wasn't comfortable talking about it.
"They are rough." The burgundy haired woman shivered as she leaned against Sakura unconsciously.
"Was it that bad?" Now it was Touka who spoke, her voice just as soft as Sakura's as her fingers threaded Hina's curly hair strand by strand.
"I'm fine." She cut both of them off as she shook her head to the side briefly. "Just stay away from them. Whenever they are in the club something bad is bound to happen." Hina palmed her face, long, manicured fingers curled against her forehead as she regained her composure.
Both of the girls nodded, taking Hina's advice into consideration.
"Why do you think they are here tonight? I didn't see any of the girls going upstairs or past Mr. Li's office to the private rooms." Sakura mused silently as she tried to gain more intel on the whole situation, if they weren't here for the girls there had to be something else, another reason as to why they appeared so suddenly.
"I'm not sure, but the silver haired man always has some kind of business with Mr. Li. If I were to believe rumors, I've heard some girls mentioning that they were gamble partners. Quite a while ago, before you two started working here, Mr. Li would allow that man to choose any of the girls for the night, of course we would get paid double…but the things he would do." Hina bit her lip roughly.
"Never mind, just stay away from them, I don't trust any of them, even if they know Mr. Li. If I had to make a guess, I would say Mr. Li owes them a private party or at least one of the private rooms downstairs, since this time the silver haired man was not alone. I mean yes, sometimes he would come in with a friend that I've mentioned earlier, the shark-faced guy, but this time there were more than two people. Those guys that were with him…If I'm being completely honest, I've never seen them before, so I don't know what to expect." Hina brushed them off completely as she moved a couple of steps back.
Sakura bit her lip nervously as she gave Hina some more space, moving a couple steps back as well.
A deep train of thoughts ran through her as she tried to keep her mental state in check. This whole ordeal was getting so serious already and she only just started working at the club. She still wasn't sure if the guys Hina mentioned earlier were the Akatsuki members, but from what she could tell, it seemed more than likely that it was the case. Hina even mentioned them being some government officials, and she knew that Amegakure was under the hands of Akatsuki itself, controlled and quiet under a cloak of heavy rain.
Sakura shivered, her mind and head heavy as she mused the possibility of a private party. A party full of rogue S class ninjas, perfect. Was there any chance for her to get in? If she would get in, then how the fuck was she supposed to extract all the delicate information? One member seemed like a challenge already but having five or more in the same room was a fucking death sentence. Was there some guide she could use to get through all of this?She desperately wished for one.
"Our break is over, let's get back to work, we are meant to be on rotation for lap dances now." She heard Hina's soft voice instructing them after a few minutes of silence. The girls nodded in return as they turned around, leaving the dressing room behind.
Feeling her pulse picking up again Sakura looked at the busy ground floor, her gaze running around, scanning the area as she tried to find either the pair of disguised Uchihas or one of the men she saw earlier when she was dancing.
She couldn't help the feeling of dread as goose bumps formed and prickled at her skin as she looked over the crowd of heavily drunk and intoxicated men.
Knowing she would have to ice her shins tonight with the stiffness she felt there she slipped back into the club. The night had picked up a bit in the half hour she had been away. More people joined the dance floor, there were some bodies grinding on the floor and the bar seemed to pick up. The bartenders darting back and forth to fulfil drink orders.
She figured that at least she had to try and find the Uchihas as the information she gained was important and valuable, especially given the situation and their mission goal.
She felt rough hands brushing past her exposed body. Drunk men catcalled her, drunk low voices mixing up with the heat of the club, dissipating into the loud music. She steadily ignored them, heading deeper into the crowd, trying her best not to flinch under their disgusting touches. Her face was serene and calm, but deep inside she was nearly panicking, finding either one of the Akatsuki members or the Uchihas was at the top of her priorities right now. She pursed her lips pushing through.
Sakura tried her best to think that she was just walking by, crossing the busy street on her way back home, that these dirty hands caressing her skin in hopes of gaining even an ounce of her attention weren't directed at her, but she knew better than that. Even if some men kept their hands to themselves, she could still feel their gazes crawling all over her exposed flesh, imagining her doing things dirtier than what she had showed around the pole already. They were drinking in her appearance, their desire to see her naked more than just visible, it was vibrating out of their heated bodies.
She made her way back, stopping near the small stage where she had danced earlier, she noticed another dancer occupying her spot, but she couldn't care less about it right now. If anything, Sakura was praying she could find some random men to give lap dances to if she failed to locate her main targets. She hoped that by coming to the same place as earlier she would be able to at least find either Shisui or Itachi, after all they had to be watching out for her one way or another.
She looked around, hoping to see a set of familiar eyes, she really didn't have it in her to deal with one of the members of Akatsuki, her night was already filled with the most random events and to be honest she felt exhausted just by thinking about it.
After looking around for a couple more minutes she decided to grab a random man for a lap dance, piping down her dream of finding the Uchihas any time soon. She had to work after all.
She almost flinched out of her spot as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, long fingers curling around the strap of her bodysuit, pulling it up before letting it smack against her skin. She stood there for a couple of seconds contemplating if she should look over her shoulder, the man behind her clearly had a death wish and if she weren't under the guise of a fucking stripper, she would've punched the unknown man behind her into the next day. The audacity some men had thinking she was a fucking toy.
She felt a pair of wet, hot lips touching the shell of her ear. "Play along." His voice was a low rumble, a mere whisper that came out in a form of a hot breath against her flushed skin. She knew this voice so well that it sunk deep into her bones.
Her breath hitched just for a second before she caught herself, however she couldn't stop a wave of heat that plunged down directly into her stomach.
She slowly turned around, facing Shisui who was now leaning against one of the booths, pressing into the see-through wall, she noticed that he looked nothing like himself, but a small smirk on his face and his cat-like eyes gave him away completely. He could've deceived an entire town, but not her.
She gave him a coy smile, taking a few steps further to approach him. She raised one of her hands, long fingers were splayed on his hard chest before she used her green polished nails to scratch down slowly, almost teasingly so. She felt his muscles rippling under her touch as she raked her fingers a few more times, each time she pushed her fingernails further into his skin.
He bit down a groan that was making its way up his throat.
"Are you by any chance looking for some fun, sir?" Sakura said almost mockingly, twirling a piece of wavy, bubble-gum colored hair around her finger. She looked at him, eyes half-lidded but still as bright as ever, even if they were somewhat covered by her mask. He could still make out the golden eyeshadow sprinkled over her lids, the slight tint of blush over her cheekbones, the dark, red cherry lips that were slightly open and oh so inviting.
Fuck she looked so stunning, so alluring that he found it incredibly hard to focus on anything else but her, he wanted nothing else but to ravish her, show this entire fucking place who she belonged to.
The waistband of his pants felt way too restricting at this very moment, but he knew he had to play along, even if the whole situation seemed to be working against him. He couldn't miss the predatory gazes around them. Multiple pairs of eyes from every corner were following each and every of their movements in anticipation, hoping that she would somewhat reject him last minute and choose one of them. Idiots.
"Hmmm…Maybe," He mused for a second, grabbing the same strand of hair she was twirling around her finger just seconds ago before he tugged it. "Are you going to dance for me, kitten?" He said, his voice a crushed velvet as she felt his breath ghosting and settling over her face. She caught a hint of alcohol and raised her brow as if questioning him silently. What was even worse was that she felt herself heating up, the odd nickname that rolled out of his tongue sent a pulsing sensation directly to her core.
She roughly grabbed him by the collar of his dark button up shirt, bringing his face way closer than what seemed appropriate, feeling a hint of sake that he must've consumed earlier.
She licked her glossy lips, making them wet before she spoke again.
"If that's what you want, sir." She grinned at him. Shit-eating, all-knowing, smug.
"If that's how you wanna play, kitten, we'll play." He smirked back, the same amount of smug written all over his features as if challenging her. This bastard was enjoying this.
"I hope I can be a good kitten to you." She ran her tongue over her lower lip, her voice a mere whisper against the loud, blazing music. "Please, make good use of me, sir." She whispered only for him to hear as her hot breath settled over his face and neck.
He chuckled darkly, the sound making Sakura's knees almost weak. "I will tell you a secret." He breathed.
"Good kittens get rewarded."
Her eyelashes shadowed her cheekbones as she closed her eyes and hummed in return. The sound making him groan silently enough for her to hear; they shouldn't be doing this right now. They should be focusing on the mission, for fucks sake he came here to warn her, but instead he ended up shamelessly flirting with her. He forced himself to keep his gaze on her, to drink in every detail. He shouldn't have felt as turned on as he was now, he wasn't aware of this side of her and he wanted more of this.
Her core pulsed again, more violently this time as she heard his voice, fuck she was throbbing, and he wasn't even touching her. Fuck, fuck surely, he was playing with her, wasn't he? Teasing her with something she couldn't have. Sakura wasn't sure if she should take any of his words seriously, for all she knew this was supposed to be an act, but she couldn't help herself. She was feeling turned on, never in her life has Shisui talked to her in this way, and to be honest she loved it. It was thrilling, unexpected and she almost caught herself wanting more. She felt dirty but she couldn't turn back, it was way too late for that. Sakura didn't know when this side of hers started shining through, but she assumed that Itachi was the one to blame. He and his commanding and controlling voice that demanded nothing less but utmost respect and obedience.
Ugh, these two Uchihas in particular were driving her crazy.
"Then I will make sure to work hard for my reward, sir." She said as she bit her lip, grabbing him by his hand, their fingers tangled messily as she quickly made her way through the crowd in hopes of reaching one of the private rooms soon. Her heart was beating against her ribcage rapidly as she tried her best to turn down her levels of excitement.
Shisui hastily turned around, throwing a full-blown smirk to all of the men that were lusting after a certain pink haired woman. He briefly wondered if Itachi saw any of it. He figured that it might've been a possibility, sometimes he was too observant for his own good.
Their figures disappeared from the crowd completely as if they were never there in the first place. After a few more minutes they were now walking alongside a long corridor that was hosting most of the private rooms in the club. Sakura's eyes scanned the variety of doors, noticing that some of the doors had red metal hanger tags on them, indicating that they were currently in use.
Her emerald gaze fell on one of the doors with a green metal tag and she hurriedly approached it, curiously looking at the bouncer that stood near the door as the two of them finally arrived.
He briefly looked over Sakura and Shisui before he curtly nodded, letting them to proceed further. Sakura nodded back as if saying thanks before they entered the muted room.
Itachi watched over the crowd, his eyes scanning for any suspicious activity, Shisui has been out for a while and Sakura was nowhere to be found while he was left alone, near the bar to observe this whole mess. He ran a hand through his hair, it has been more than half an hour since Shisui left and he started getting worried. Did something happen? Did they encounter a member of Akatsuki? Fuck, he didn't know.
He assumed Sakura was on the break, but right now he wasn't so sure anymore since he hasn't seen her coming out yet.
However soon his thoughts were interrupted when he saw a disturbance on the dance floor, near the small stage were Sakura danced earlier. The reason for this minor disturbance was her presence of course. With her unbelievably long strands of hot pink she was impossible to miss, her hair was one of her main attributes that pulled her image together. She went through the mass of sweaty, rough bodies, pink hair swinging around her as she crossed over, green eyes shining, face serene as she ignored the sticky, long hands that reached out for her exposed body.
Given how observant Itachi was he spotted right away the barely visible stiffness in her body as she was being touched by random drunktards that reached out in hopes of getting a lap dance or even something more. It was clear as day that she wasn't really comfortable with all of this, even though you couldn't really tell given her facial expression. She wore an indifferent mask that made her radiate the same amount of confidence just like earlier on the stage.
He looked for any sign of Shisui being around the area, but he couldn't spot him. Men were starting to approach Sakura one by one as she stood around looking for either Shisui or him. He saw her, but he couldn't move away from his seat. He figured that if Shisui would fail to appear he would be the one to approach her instead.
Just when she was about to give up, he noticed someone putting an arm over her shoulder, he looked at the man furiously as he lowered his head near her ear, telling her something. However, his frustration was mostly subdued once he saw the man's face. It was only Shisui, however that didn't mean he wasn't annoyed at the way he approached the pink haired kunoichi.
The scene that followed next made him grip the bar table behind him harder, his fingers nearly digging into the hard piece of thick, dark wood. For anyone that could've come across him it would only seem like he was relaxed, his expression calm, but if you looked closely you could see something flashing within those dark eyes of his.
She stood next to Shisui, hand on his chest as she stroked his musculature with her long fingers, her touches were teasing and light. It didn't take long until she dug her nails into his clothed skin, the movement reminded him of a cat that was ready to sink the entirety of its dangerous claws directly into its prey.
He didn't know exactly what they were talking about but given how close they were getting to each other and how Sakura responded to each of his words with a coy smile or a slant of her lashes it was clear that they must've been flirting. He assumed they were probably acting, which to be honest was partly the case, but the more he watched the more he couldn't help but think that everything that was unfolding in front of his eyes was raw and real. Something bubbled within his chest, but he refused to act any further onto the unfamiliar feeling, he tried his best to dismiss whatever that was building up in his chest.
At least he taught her well but seeing her acting like this around his cousin left him with a bitter taste on his tongue. Unfortunately for him, he didn't get a chance to see more of that domineering dark side of hers that he awakened. That bastard cousin of his was probably on his way getting a lap dance from her. It made sense as to why, but the idea itself wasn't settling right with him.
He nearly groaned, overtaken by a random feeling of frustration. It was none of his business, why did he even care? He closed his eyes for a moment, running a hand through his hair in hopes of calming down. His thoughts weren't rational. He wasn't rational.
When he opened his eyes again the pink haired woman and his cousin were nowhere to be seen. He groaned in frustration. Just what was going on in his life?
The bouncer closed the door behind them as they entered the room, but it was clear that he was standing right outside and wouldn't be moving anytime soon.
Sakura hastily looked around, noticing one small camera at the top corner of the ceiling. Those bastards were watching, or maybe it was Mr. Li she didn't know but she had to act like she was working. She knew it was probably for the safety of the girls, but the feeling of being watched made her anxious. After all she was on the clock.
She sighed knowing that she will actually have to dance for him, there were more important matters right now and as much as she would've liked to proceed further flirting with Shisui there was some important information she had to rely to him.
In this case Sakura's job was to make him feel special, and that meant touching him. She wasn't sure how he felt after the incident that happened earlier in the day, but she decided to ignore it for the sake of the mission, she had no other choice. In this case information was above everything else, even above their own feelings and thoughts.
Though she was sure it wasn't what he was really after, however just outside this room she had an image to maintain, to her boss and her customers.
A booth in a half circle was apparently their destination. The dim, red lighting only accentuated the gold and deep purple decorating from their superior view.
"Sit down." She instructed him as she went to the middle of the room, Shisui did as he was told albeit his expression betrayed that he was a bit confused by her actions.
Her eyes searched for a small remote that she saw Mr. Li using last time when he was setting up the speakers to play music for her dance audition. It didn't take long to find it; the small piece of plastic was lying on the coffee table next to the deep purple velvety sofa that Shisui was currently sitting on.
He settled onto the big plush sofa, spreading his thighs wider so she could slot herself back between them, driven by curiosity to see what she had in mind rather than obedience. If there was a visible distinction, she hardly seemed to care. She only smiled coyly, happy that he didn't question her motives just yet as she stepped in between his legs, starting up a sensuous sway of her hips in rhythm with the speakers playing in the background, and the accompanying whispery hum under her breath.
"You know you don't have to do this." He murmured silently, his lips barely moving as he looked at her almost questioningly.
Even though she moved with the grace of a dancer, it still called to mind the movements of her killing in the ninja field. Sinuous and graceful, all underlaid with an unignorable viciousness. His fingers flexed where they rested on his thighs, unsettled given their conversation from earlier. And when she leaned close, when the silk of her hair dangled between them, her long waves of hot pink embracing him softly she whispered.
"We are being watched." The greenness of her eyes felt muted under the dim deep lights as she looked over to the ceiling through the corner of her lashes. He followed her gaze discreetly, noticing the small piece of tech in the corner. "So just enjoy the little show, although I do have some other things that I need to tell you urgently, sir." Her lips pressed to the shell of his ear as she whispered again, her voice so low to the point of almost being seductive. A small smirk formed on her lips as she teasingly used the honorific of sir, letting it slide past her tongue with a soft click.
She slowly slid back, the silk of her hair brushing over his shoulders and arms before it completely slipped away. Her small, teasing and barely there touches were only magnified by her lips that looked stained dark, like she'd been eating cherries, and oh so inviting. His hands clenched into fists. It would be weak to give in this soon in her game.
Shisui shifted his posture suddenly, startling her a bit as he smoothly put his elbows on his knees, a teasing smirk in place as he asked in the smoothest purr, and though his tone was nice, Sakura knew an order when she heard one:
"Then make sure you put on a good show, kitten." The last part of the sentence was almost mocking but Sakura found her core throbbing again.
He watched, transfixed. His eyes tracked the flex and tension of her muscles as she swayed, the rise and fall of her chest with her breathing. When he looked back up, she looked more like the cat that ate the canary than ever.
Like everything with her, it wasn't an act of submission. It was a dare.
He wanted to grab her now, press her to the nearest surface and pin her there beneath him to feel every inch of her skin, and every bit of her strength and skill as she inevitably writhed her way free to turn things back on him. He wanted to gather up the strands of hot pink hair she'd let down from her signature ponytail and tug hard to bare the length of her throat. He wanted to rip that pretty lingerie of hers and make her so full of pleasure she could do nothing but scream and cry out for him.
But if she wanted patience from him, if she wanted to play this little game of hers, he would give that just as willingly.
At his apparent cooperation, the damn woman smirked, and let the lacework around her eyes fall from her face to the ground. And what a reward, to see the green glint of her seductive, half-lidded eyes against the no less glorious seductive element of the black lace that was her bodysuit.
She simmered with strength, a fierce killer's power lurking beneath her skin, yet she stood there between his legs clad in lingerie. It was incongruous, like everything about her, her endless contradictions between soft and sharp. Her fingers trailed up her stomach, her sternum, then along the top edge of the chest area, where the swell of her breasts met the delicate black fabric, drawing attention as if he wasn't already trying to take in every bit of her that he could.
His jaw worked with the wanting of her; he had to concentrate on not springing at her, lest he lose the gambit further.
She fiddled with the strap of her bodysuit, tugging it low enough he thought he might gain a glimpse of her pert nipple. Instead, she released the strap and danced backwards, out of reach, and his hands involuntarily flexed towards her, lifting from his thighs before settling back empty.
Sakura winked and turned around. Slow as honey, Shisui drank in every revealed inch of her long, slender legs down to her high heels. Unnecessarily, she bent all the way down. She arched her back, and Shisui could see the outline of her sex against the black lace fabric.
He stared, feeling his own mouth water at the sight of her. She turned, and the sides of her nose scrunched up as she smiled at him. So fucking endearing. And a glowing damn goddess in black. He could have sworn his heart stopped when she leaned down, resting her hands on his thighs and looking at him with her eyebrows poised upwards expectantly.
"What is this?" He finally managed, voice hoarse and low. She pushed him down into the expensive couch as she stepped in between his legs again, but this time she crawled onto him, her heeled legs bracketing his thighs.
"Do you not want to play with me, sir?" she looked him dead in the eyes, a small smirk still etched onto her face as she licked her bottom lip, her gaze low and seductive as she faced him close up.
"Didn't say that, now did I, kitten?" Shisui swallowed, gathering harshness around him as a shield. "However, unfortunately I believe we have more important things to discuss about." He clicked his tongue, his own sharp gaze facing her.
He grabbed her hips, roughly, but not hard enough to hold her there should she try to draw away. She didn't, right now, she only touched his cheek with unbearable softness, the look in her eyes inscrutable. He wanted to take her apart and pry every intention and thought from those dark green eyes.
"Oh, right." He could almost see a small pout forming on her lips, but she didn't stop there. "Then let's play and I will share my intel with you at the same time. How about that, sir?" It was so innocent in that matter-of-fact tone of hers, and at its base a simple question. It would go one way, or the other. Obviously. But he could pick it apart, claw into her intentions.
He gripped her hips tighter, stilling her for a second before seating her directly on the top of his half-hard cock, feeling the warmth of her core against his dark pants. "We will have to see if you can do both. Proceed."
Another throb went directly to her core as she bit her lip. Fuck, this whole thing between them was thrilling to say the least. She leaned in closer to his lips, her hips already moving back and forth sensually as she started rubbing her clothed core against his half-awoken member.
"The small commotion earlier, near pole seven..." She breathed as she rubbed a tad bit harder, but not hard enough to bring him or even herself any kind of relief from the tempt up sensations. "I believe, I-I saw some of the Akatsuki members and later I got it confirmed by some of the girls working in the club." She continued grinding against him without increasing the pace, it was a slow sensual rhythm that did little to provide any relief. "S-some of them turned out to be returning customers." She pressed herself against him rougher, ultimately biting down a moan, her emotions a shackled mess.
"Hmmm, what a good little kitten," he let out a dark, breathy chuckle that had Sakura moaning silently as his bulge increased. It was a harsh and unsatisfying friction against the swell in his pants that had first stirred at the sight of her nearly see through lingerie and now it ached with want. Her chest dragged along his, and he imagined that if his shirt were thinner, he could feel the brush of her nipples. She rocked down on him in a cruel move with a sweet little sigh to his lips. It felt delicious; it wasn't enough.
"Did you find anything else?" his lips ghosted over the shell of her ear as he was talking, his hot tongue running across it, leaving a wet trail behind it, the smell of sake invading her senses as she took in a deep breath.
"T-the girls mentioned a possibility of a private party." The part of her brain which once felt nervous or embarrassed at such things had closed off seemingly for good when it came to this man. And if she had any qualms about this particular lap dance, it had everything to do with the demon Uchiha whose cock was now pressed intimately between her legs. "I think the club owner is close to one of them. The g-girls mentioned s-some silver haired freak and a shark-faced man, a-ah." Sakura swallowed her first gasp at the sudden air and sensation of his nimble fingers on her, but they disappeared soon after, slipping up her thighs and resting there.
"You did well. I might even consider rewarding you, kitten." There was that same goddamn smirk on his lips that just refused to leave his face, be it the alcohol he consumed or just her presence alone that left him intoxicated.
He was just following her demanding lead, pulling her against him even closer as he ground harder into her ass. She wasn't sure, but a short growl may have escaped him.
"P-please, sir." She breathed, nails digging into his chest as she felt him harden under her ass completely.
"Be patient." His lips never left her ear, his breath fanning over her exposed flesh in the heat of a moment, his words held a tinge of harshness to it. "To be honest, your colleagues weren't lying about the possibility of a private party." He licked down, slowly, abandoning her ear completely.
"W-what?" she stuttered out of surprise.
"Now, now, kitten." He bit lightly, almost wishing he could leave a mark on her neck, but he knew better than that. "Me and Itachi actually encountered some of them near the bar, if I say so myself you left quite an impression on some of them." His fingers sank into her thighs, blunt fingernails pressing deep into the supple flesh, almost hard enough to leave small bruises but still not enough. He was controlling himself.
"W-what do you mean?" She asked, clearly confused, but her voice was low, still just above a mere whisper as she continued her grind against him.
Though he let her set the rhythm, Shisui knew what he was doing. He never lost that boundless assurance he carried into everything and had the technique to back it up.
"You attract way too much attention, kitten. Now the shark-faced fuck wants to fuck you, preferably sometime during that freaky party." His voice became harsher, almost cold and even more controlled as he left her neck, dark eyes piercing her own lust induced ones.
"What am I supp-" A rough thumb against her bottom lip interrupted her, he smeared some of her dark lipstick over to the soft skin of her chin.
"Simple. Don't let him fuck you." She was about to protest when Shisui pressed his thumb deeper into her mouth, past her teeth, touching her hot, wet tongue.
"Itachi has a plan to avoid that situation already, so trust him and me. Can you do that?" He hated the idea of Itachi being the one to teach her all of this, but it had to be done, after all the man had to finish the work he had started, it was only fair, an unspoken agreement between the two cousins.
After a brief moment she nodded, visibly relaxing, her tongue slowly moving against his unmoving finger in her mouth as she started to suckle on it.
"What a good kitten." She hollowed her cheeks and ran her tongue along his thumb and sucked and moaned lightly and even when he built up to plunging almost the full length of this thumb into her mouth, she still kept it up. "You deserve a reward." Shisui pulled her off slightly, letting her catch her breath.
She blinked at him. Her cheeks were flushed with a blotchy red; her chest rose and fell delicately as she regained her breath. One of those high-pitched reedy giggles of hers left her lips— lips now reddened and swollen, glistening with spit. He gave an out of breath chuckle to her truly bizarre reaction and considered her face a moment.
Once she seemed even partially stable, he kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth to hear her half-muffled whine. He didn't care if someone was watching through one of those cameras, she was putting on a good show already. Anything for the customer, right?
Shisui ran his hands over that skin, marveling at every ripple of muscle, and then at the apex, the perfect swell of her ass framed by black lace. He touched the edges, skimmed his fingers over her ass where the fabric met it, down and along to the crease of her thighs, almost to where he needed to touch her with a consuming single-mindedness.
She made another pretty, precious little noise that he swallowed gladly and directly with his mouth, her whole body lifting slightly then settling with an inhale through her nose. He only noticed because he was habitually hyper aware of her every move.
One of his hands moved up her thigh, ghosting past the lacy fabric of her bodysuit, she shivered under his touch. Her whole body was burning, throbbing under the most minimal of his ministrations. A blanket of thick, voluminous hair dangled between their tangled bodies, nearly obscuring their entire view from the top.
He left her lips, dragging them slowly past her jawline as his other hand squeezed her ass harder in return. She tossed her head back; a breathless moan left her mouth as she shivered, nearly forgetting that she was the one who was supposed to be pleasing him. She continued rubbing against him almost lazily, just happy to be feeling his full length against her clothed sex.
"More." She commanded tossing her head back further, waves of hair falling over her shoulders and back. His eyes almost widened at her words. He looked at her through the corner of his long, black lashes, the image before him almost dizzying, one little word from her and his cock stirred restlessly. Where was his little, innocent Sakura that barely knew what she wanted? That was no more, however he found that he might've preferred this version of her given the situation.
"What a greedy kitten. So, so greedy and impatient." Another dark, velvety chuckle left his throat as he lightly grazed her jaw with his teeth.
She didn't know what it was, but being like this, almost at his mercy had her feeling like she would burn at any moment, like not even a cold shower would be enough to bring her back to earth. Fuck, why did he had to be talking to her like this? It wasn't fair how much his words and voice affected her, even if everything besides his wild dark eyes and voice looked different.
Still, Shisui obeyed her little request. When he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, he felt warmth, and a distinct wetness. He had to tug gently to separate the lace from where it had stuck to her with slick heat, pulling it to the side. His girl was soaked. He lightly stroked her back and forth, long fingers leaving hot, teasing touches against her wet clit.
The motion only earned him another moan that spilled past her bruised lips. One of her hands gripped his shoulder tighter as her other hand went straight for his hair and scalp. She tangled her manicured fingers into his uncharacteristically long, silky mane, tugging slightly, just enough pressure to earn a low purr from him.
Without waiting for another moment, he plunged two fingers into the heat of her, pressed down, dragging against her inner walls as her muscles tensed then relaxed around him. Some half-choked off cry escaped her; her rubbing stopped in favor of canting her hips towards him to chase the feeling, to get his fingers fucked deeper into her. He gave it to her; he pressed harder and deeper, in an arrhythmic and punishing drag.
Sakura gasped, her forehead was throbbing, a dull ache at the top of her head, it felt like a river of lava was spreading down, directly from that one little point on her forehead, that one barely visible seal that lead to all of this. It was hot, it spread like wildfire consuming not only her veins but her whole body as well. A faint glow in a shape of diamond appeared as she let out another breathless moan.
Shisui as much as he was intoxicated by the whole thing unravelling in front of him, he still wasn't letting his guard down completely. His all-knowing eyes noticed the unexpected development and he reacted quickly, the hand that rested on her ass moved up her curved spine, under the blanket of hot pink as he reached the point where her head and neck met, he placed his palm on the nape of her neck, swiftly pushing her head back to rest on his shoulder.
"Now, now it seems that my kitten can't take her rewards very well." His fingers stilled inside of her and she whined at the loss of his touch but refused to lift her head off his shoulder, waiting expectantly. "You get worked up way too fast, I believe I will have to leave your reward till next time." He sighed thinking about his own little problem that still stirred in his pants, goddamn this woman really was something else.
"Next time?" She asked, almost hopeful, her voice a bit hoarse from all of the moaning she did earlier. "Did you perhaps think about it?" She gave him another question, seemingly pressing on the issue he was supposed to think over.
"No, not yet, but I promise that soon I will give you an answer." He shook his head lightly, now that he thought about, he really didn't have any time to think all of this over, his head was filled with other things, but he knew her question still lingered at the top of his mind as well. When he lightly pulled his fingers out, he could feel her cunt clench around nothing, he brushed them along her clit one last time as she whimpered into his shoulder.
"I hope this will encourage you to make your decision a little bit faster." She smirked, he knew that, but he couldn't see her face, unfortunately, that would've been a lovely reaction.
"I might think about it harder if you will clean up this mess, kitten." He said whilst lifting out two of his glistening fingers, leaving her soaking underneath him. He held them in front of her face as she curiously lifted her head just inches away from his shoulder. He tilted his head to the side slowly, a sly smirk on his lips as he rubbed the two fingers together, almost challenging her.
The corners of her mouth curled up, the messy lipstick on her face against the foxy, sultry look she had set for him.
"Gladly, sir." She said, her own lean fingers wrapping around his wrist as she pushed the two glistening fingers back into her mouth, sucking them off with a purr.
The rest of the night appeared to be quite uneventful, Sakura gave a few more lap dances to make more money in order to meet the set goals she had to earn. She was almost absent-minded, grinding over a few older men that decided to pay her a good amount of money just so she could grind her drenched crotch against their silk suit pants.
The scene from earlier kept replaying in her mind even as she said her goodbyes to her newly acquired colleagues and did her best to remain disguised when going back to the inn. The place that was her equivalent of home right now wasn't so far away, but after being on heels the whole night she couldn't say the same thing to her abused legs. She wasn't sure where the Uchiha cousins did go but at this point she was too tired to muse about it any further.
It was only after a long hot shower that she felt ready to finally drift to long and peaceful sleep, it was nearly five am and she figured that her sleep schedule is going to be fucked up after this mission, but that was probably the least of her problems.
She couldn't help but think about everything that happened in a span of one day, she went from being pushed away from Shisui to grinding down on his lap just hours later. It was crazy, and it didn't help that she decided to propose a fucking deal with him. At this point just what was her life? She couldn't answer any of those questions.
Her head felt like it was filled with bricks when she finally placed it on the stiff pillow. So much has happened, and she wasn't sure how she should take it in, she also had this whole situation with Itachi and she wasn't sure how she should address it, they haven't talked at all after everything that had happened the last time. Did she want him to fuck her? Probably. Was it the right thing to do? She doubted it. She knew very well it would've been a selfish request to ask something like that of him, but wasn't she known to be selfish? Sometimes she just wished she could've asked Naruto or even fucking Kakashi to sleep with her, but no, she just went out of her way and made her life even more problematic by approaching this one pair of particular Uchihas.
However, now that she thought about it, there was probably no way she wouldn't do it again. In a way it was worth it, she gained valuable experience that no mission could grant her. She wasn't regretting it, not in a slightest way, yes, she felt like shit, betrayed even, but she understood. She wasn't dumb or without an ounce of empathy.
What was even worse was that she managed to attract the attention of one of the Akatsuki already, just how much bad luck could she possess? What scared her even more was that the person Shisui mentioned matched the description given by Hina, and Sakura knew better than to question the older woman's words. There was no way she was getting out safe from that whole situation. Her stomach curled as a wave of anxiety washed down her throat straight to the pit of her belly.
Just how much time did she have?
She sighed turning over, the heavy rain against her windowsill muffled the loud night life sounds that were coming from outside, although most places were already closed, only a handful of people were outdoors making any type of noises.
She closed her eyes, although her mind was heavy with inexcusable thoughts, she soon found herself drifting away to a quiet corner of her mind. Soon the only sound that filled the room were her soft breathing, in and out.
She woke up in the same darkness, as usual, she didn't try to pry further as she sighed. What was it this time? She thought she settled the matters with them at least for a little while, but the situation that she found herself in told her completely otherwise.
"What is it now? I thought we settled things out already." She opened her eyes into the darkness, there was no wind, the only thing telling her it wasn't a dream, was the feeling of a familiar black fog that ghosted and curled over her feet lightly, like a cat rubbing its cheeks lovingly.
However, what came at her next was something she absolutely did not expect.
"RUN!" It wasn't one voice, no, it felt like a thousand voices that washed over her with a gush of strong wind, nearly knocking out all the air from her lungs. It was a powerful roar, one that had her shivering. All of the unexpected anxiety she felt at the moment was starting to manifest itself physically.
A feeling of dread crawled under and over her skin as her eyes widened, a pure bliss of shock washed over her like a bucket of cold water.
What is happening?
Author's note
As always, I would like to say big thank you to my beta-reader Ellen (4miez), who is doing her best to proof-read my work as I'm blind enough to not spot my own mistakes and bad writing…lol.
Yep, so all of this happened. Some scenes were planned out, some not, but I believe they all tie up perfectly lol. As always a cliffhanger...but for those of you who were thinking about the "holy" spirits...well they are here now. A lot is bound to happen in the next chapter as well, after all, the things were bound to get spicy, right? Let me know what you think about the chapter in the comments, i'm very interested to see your reactions!
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