Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto...but I wish I did...well... Kakashi a least...

Chapter 7 : Dance

Thanks for all the great reviews and adds. Its makes me so happy...sorry I had a moment. Thanks for being patient. I promise lemon is coming if not this chapter then the next. I'll just have to see how long the stuff before it is. I didn't want to rush the story line. But I promise not to disappoint.(Well, I hope I wont disappoint). So...on with the show.

Thoughts/ Inner Sakura

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The side street they turned down was dark a quiet, unlike the busy main streets. It was small, almost like an alley, except minus the gross garbage and graffiti. If Sakura had been with anyone else, she would have feared for her chastity. As it was she was too busy thinking about Kakashi, and their little 'lessons', not to mention that now they were going to be sharing a bed. She had been starring at the ground watching Kakashi's feet as they moved.

Oh..what am I going to do? The way those lessons made me feel. Plus I have been seeing his gorgeous face this whole time...ah, Now were going to sleep in the same bed...I'm so confused.

'...'

What. No comment for inner me. Wow thats a first. It doesn't matter. He probably just thinks of me as a child anyway...

She was drawn out of her thoughts when Kakashi stopped. She looked up and saw that they were standing in front of a large green tent. They kind they have circus shows in, without the stripes and loud music.

Kakashi looked back at Sakura and gave her a reassuring smile, " We're here." taking in a deep breath he returned to his previous stern, expressionless face.

As they approached the the tent's entrance two men dressed in red guards uniforms pulled back the flaps and allowed them entrance. The inside was dimly lit, by multiple candle chandeliers. The floor was covered with expensive rugs, and large pillows, and several men already sat comfortably on the lush fabric. They were all facing a large wooden stage that sat at the back of the tent. It was similar to the other platforms, except it was lower to the ground, and had a large metal pole that extended from the ground to roof, running through it's center. Unlike the rest of the room, the stage was lit by a row of track lighting. Small speakers were located on either side of the stage, and a heavy crimson curtain covered it's back, and concealed a small backstage area.

Sakura carefully allowed her eyes to sweep the area looking for any sight of the abducted girl. The tent was empty, except for the men that were steadily trickling in, and the slaves and servants that were waiting on them. A woman in a light blue kimono stepped forward and motioned towards and empty section with two fluffy pillows. Kakashi and Sakura followed, and took their place amongst the others. After several minutes the tent flap was closed and the stage lights came on silencing the group. Servers finished handing out glasses of wine to the gentlemen, and retreated to the corners of the tent as a chubby, gray haired man wearing dark orange robes entered the stage from behind the curtain.

"Welcome, and thank you for coming." His voice echoed through the quiet tent. " Tonight I am pleased to present you with some truly special merchandise." Small murmurs of approval could be heard in the crowd. "Because of the delicate nature of the product, the usual methods of examining them will not be allowed."

Product! Merchandise! These are human beings he's talking about. Not a shoe sale! Sakura could feel her temper rising, and had to bite her cheek to keep herself calm. Breath Sakura, just breath...

A mixture of disappointment and acceptance made it's way through the group. "Please, please, everyone calm down. There is good reasoning behind this. Each of the girls is pure, never touched. This makes them a truly rare commodity. In addition, they all come from proper breeding, not a drop of common blood between them."

Sakura's eyes shot open. Good breeding! What are they horses now! She bit down harder on her cheek, causing a slight trickle of blood to cross the tongue.

Kakashi looked down at Sakura, seeing her tense form he reached down and reassuringly squeezed her hand. He felt her relax under his touch. I hope she can do this. He found himself looking down at the pink haired kinoichi, still holding her hand, his heart pounding.

What am I doing. I can't feel this way about Sakura. She was my student...was... That was a long time ago... Now she's Tsunade's apprentice...but still... Quickly he released his grip and directed his gaze back to the stage, and the still talking man.

"So tonight we will have a viewing, and in two days time we will begin the bidding. And I can assure you, they will be worth every penny." The motioned to a frail looking boy, who began pulling a large golden cord. Silently the curtain parted revealing seven, very young, very beautiful women. They were all dressed in very fine, white silk kimonos. The dresses dipped low revealing just the right amount of cleavage, and hugged their waist and thighs tightly. Unlike the slaves at the street vendors, these kimonos flowed to the ground stopping just above the ankle, revealing lovely bare feet. Each dress was tied with a different colored obi, and the frightened girls stood in silence, with bent heads.

Studying each of the faces, Sakura soon found their mission target, third from the end, with the pink obi. Sakura thought hard for a moment trying to remember the girls name. What was it?...oh'...Kimmi. She glanced over at Kakashi and saw that he too noticed the girl. Sakura refocused her eyes on the stage. Poor thing. She looks so scared...but, I guess I would be too.

The girls just stood there trembling hands hidden behind their backs. Sakura noticed a young blond, she couldn't have been more than sixteen. Sweeping her gaze across the rest of the girls she noticed all of them looked young, the oldest appeared to be only twenty.

I wish we could save them all. But I can't jeopardize the mission. She starred back a Kimmi. She really was beautiful. Long dark hair cascaded down to her slender waist, her skin was porcelain white, and flawless. A small nose and full lips decorated her sad face. Her large blue eyes flicked across the crowd, staring in horror. At least we can save one person.

Sakura stayed in her place as Kakashi and the rest of the men headed towards the stage. Looking around the surprisingly uncrowded tent, Sakura's eyes froze. There, sitting in the corner was the man from earlier. He remained in his seat, unmoving. His eyes locked on hers. A sudden chill of fear ran through her body. She defiantly didn't like how he was looking at her. After what felt like forever, Kakashi finally returned. Sakura's face still displayed her shock.

He bent down to whisper in her ear. "Sakura, is everything ok?"

"I.. uhm.." She was having trouble finding her voice. Kakashi looked over his shoulder in the direction of her gaze. There was no one. Sakura blinked bringing herself back. "Oh, it's nothing. I'm fine. Really"

"Ok. If your sure." He wasn't convinced. " Most of the other people will begin clearing out, but they have asked us, and a few others to stay after."

Sakura looked around the tent. Sure enough almost everyone had cleared out, and the stage was now empty. Several servants were moving pillows closer to the stage, and packing up any excess. New trays of wine were filled and set before the remaining guests. The tent was much clearer, only about twenty men remained and perhaps twelve slaves, dressed similar to herself. Several women walked around blowing out the majority of the candles, giving the room a smoky smell, while adding to the dimness. The lights over the stage had lowered as well and taken on a soft pink tint, casting a sultry glow on the platform. Before she could fully question what was going on, the round man once again took the stage.

The remaining men took their place on the pillows, sitting close together, while their slaves stood behind them.

"For those of you who have been here before, you know why we asked you to stay. But, for those who are new, I'll explain." He accepted a glass of wine and took a large gulp before continuing. "You have been asked to stay for reasons of pure entertainment. As a way to relax, and mingle amongst friends and like minded people.'' He took another sip from his glass. "We always ask those possessing the most beautiful slaves, to stay behind and participate in our little dance." A wicked smile curved his lips, and he motioned to the pole in the center of the stage.

Sakura's mind was in overdrive. Dance! What does he mean by dance? Her eyes were focused on the poll.

I'm pretty sure he isn't talking about ballet

Oh Kami. That cant be right. Can it?

Look around you. These guys are like a hungry man at a buffet

Your not helping

"Of course it is completely optional. No one will force you." His eyes met Kakashi's.

Good. See I don't have to do anything...

"It would be our pleasure." Kakashi's voice filled Sakura's head. Internally she went from scarred to enraged.

What!! OUR Pleasure! I don't remember anyone asking me... Oh' Kakashi, when we get back you are so dead.

She gave a death glare at the back of his head, that she was sure he felt. And he did. Silently he smirked at himself. Sakura is probably going to kill me...but this should be fun.

"Wonderful." The fat man exclaimed once everyone had agreed. " Then lets begin. If everyone will make their way to the back of the stage." Reluctantly Sakura followed the other girls up the stage and behind the curtain. Thankfully she wouldn't have to be first.

A soft voice spoke to her. "You must be new." The girl had long blond hair, and deep hazel eyes. She was wearing skin tight, black shorts that came to mid thigh, and a dark purple tank top that rested just above her pierced navel. "It's not that bad." Sakura gave her a look that said she couldn't believe that. "Well, you get used to it." There was a long pause. " It helps if you try to mimic some of your moves from bed."

"Thanks. I'll try to remember that." Sakura smiled promisingly at the other girl. Great. Something else I don't know anything about.

She could hear the soft steady beat of music from the other side of the curtain. She took a deep breath and peeked between the crack in the fabric. On the stage she could see the blond she just spoke to swaying and moving to the music. Her hips glided seductively as she crossed the stage to the pole and began grinding fiercely.

Sakura's eyes went big. What is this a strip club. There is no way I can do that. She could see the men watching intently with lust filled eyes. Someone came up behind her and tapped her shoulder. "Your next." She choked on her words. "What...but...I can't..." By the time she found her voice they were gone, leaving her alone with her shock.

Ok Sakura, think... I can't draw on sexual experiences, because there is none...so what else...think... ..oh! there was that time Ino dragged me to that strip aerobics class... I didn't want to go so I didn't pay that much attention, but...it's all I got.

Just then the song ended and the blond burst through the curtain, sweat trailing down her face. "They're all yours." She said and winked at Sakura before heading down the steps to rejoin her master.

"I can do this, it's for the mission" Sakura whispered to herself. Then a soft rhythmic beat began to play and she was pushed onto the stage.

The room was dark. From the stage she couldn't make out any of the figures in the crowd, which was a good thing. She closed her eyes and let the music fill her mind. It was gentle, yet oddly seductive. She could feel her body wanting to move with it's beat, so she let it. Pushing her nervousness from her consciousness. Her hips began to sway, rocking back in forth in time with the music. She let her hands slide up and down her sides, touching her body enticingly with her fingers. The music continued to fill her body and soul, and before she knew it she grabbed the pole and was grinding her hips on the hard metal surface. The feeling was exhilarating. She felt powerful and sexy. Something she had never felt before. Continuing to hold onto the pole she thrust her hip to the side and slapped her hand to her ass.

Kakashi who had been watching intently, fell over, and practically chocked on his wine. He had never seen Sakura behave like this before. She tossed her hair, while biting her bottom lip. Kakashi could feel his breathing becoming labored, and his pants becoming tight. Oh Sakura, what are you doing to me.

She turned so her back was against the pole, then grabbing it from behind she slid her back down the pole. Her skirt inching up giving a glimpse of her red panties. She arched her back and did a body role as she stood back up, pushing her cheat out. She continued to roll her hips and run her hand along her curves.

Kakashi was mesmerized by the seductive display before him, hell, he was practically panting. And his pants were now very uncomfortable. Well, things are defiantly going to be more interesting tonight.

Gently the man sitting next to him nudged his ribs. "How would you feel about a little trade, just for this evening. Mine is the blond that went before her."

Kakashi's eyes narrowed, "Sorry, but I don't like to share."

The man nodded. "I don't blame you. I wouldn't share her either." He said with a wink. "But if you change you mind."

Kakashi put on a fake smile. "You'll be the first to know." He faced the stage just as the music stopped, and Sakura finished her little show.

She quickly slipped back behind the curtain, to be replaced by the next girl. She was tired and a little sweaty, but overall she was pleased with herself. No one noticed the the man standing in the shadows, watching the entire time. They also didn't notice as he slipped behind the veil of the curtain. Sakura was making her way down the backstage steps when strong hands grabbed her, and covered her mouth as she was drug from the tent into the dark night.

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Ok so it looks like it's not this chapter. Did you like her little dance... I know Kakashi did. And do you know who grabbed Sakura. I bet you can guess. Let me know what you think.