Fade In
The interior gold-plated doors of a fancy elevator.
*Music and moaning from a lot of people*
The doors open.
She peered through the thin gap and could barely see anything, but the sexual noises got louder.
"Sex!" Inner Sakura blurted out.
Sakura reached for the buttons to get her out of here as soon as possible, but she froze like a deer in headlights when the doors opened all the way and she could see what was inside….
Dim lights cast soft shadows, different genres of music filled the air, scented candles burned lightly and for a moment, Sakura couldn't feel a thing.
There was a countless number of people having sex, and everybody was being as loud as they wanted! They were in every combination or position anyone could imagine. She saw three-ways, four-ways, one-ways. Man on woman, men on woman, women on man, man on himself. Every type of person had to have been in that room. Everybody was off in their own groups doing their own thing, but the one thing they all had in common was happiness. That much euphoria in a room was intoxicating.
Sakura put her hand down. She wasn't reaching for the buttons anymore, and she was staying as still as she could be. Sakura wasn't the kind of girl that would be into this, but then again the quietest ones are the most surprising. A thin smile grew across her face. She was captivated.
Most were naked, but a few were wearing outfits. There were schoolgirls and cheerleaders and all those cliches as well, but these girls put some serious effort into their costumes! Nothing about this place was superficial, rushed, staged or faked. Everybody here loved being here!
Every fetish Sakura heard about was going on in front of her. Every fetish she never heard about was also in front of her. It was exciting to see it all at once with her own eyes. Never in her life has she done anything kinky, and now it felt like she was going from zero to sixty in half a second.
There was, of course, bondage. She knew about that one because a movie she never saw made it mainstream. So many girls were tied up, and for lack of a more classy phrase, were being fucked.
Including, but not exclusive to bondage, were women being absolutely dominated. These guys were on them–hard. Sakura only dreamed about being taken like that; so vigorous, fast and animalistic that she wouldn't have time to be bored or self-conscious. Women weren't the only gender being dominated, but Sakura didn't pay much attention to that.
It was obvious that not everyone here knew each other, but that didn't stop anyone from having a good time. There were girls being passed around and used by whichever guy got to her first. Some girls would suck the cocks of any guy waiting their turn to fuck her. Other girls did nothing but suck guys off until they came on her. Sakura's heart was pounding.
A few girls were being spanked and slapped hard enough to leave marks all over. Sakura may have been concerned for them if they weren't all smiling so much.
There was one girl in particular that Sakura focused on. She was about her age with the same build and complexion, but with medium blonde hair. The woman was naked except for a pair of black stockings, a lace bra that was half torn off, metal handcuffs that bound her wrists behind her back, a leather collar, and to top it off, a blindfold.
The blonde was on her knees sucking on a big, thick cock. The man moaned and held onto the sides of her head, but she didn't need any help blowing him. This girl was more than enthusiastic to pleasure him.
The man ordered, "Turn, around."
It was very much an order, not a request. She took her mouth off him and smiled.
"Thank you sir!" she gasped happily.
She obeyed by turning around and bending over, practically begging him to pound the shit out of her. The man didn't give her what she wanted right away, instead he teased her by feeling her all over making comments like: "You're my favorite little slut...I know you've been craving this and now you're gonna get it, Temari."
"Sakura….Sakura….Sakura!" Inner Sakura screamed to get her attention.
Sakura snapped back into reality. Time seemed to hold still, although she saw a lot and felt even more, not that much time passed.
She gulped when she noticed a man noticing her. They made eye-contact, and she was thankful he wasn't naked or else it would be awkward. She clicked the first button she could in the elevator; now she was focused on getting out of here as soon as possible before she got fired.
The man began rushing towards her.
"He's coming right for us!" Inner Sakura squeaked.
He got into the elevator and she backed up as far as she could, but the service cart she brought with her was taking a lot of space. Sakura accidentally let out a little yelp.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he told her.
The doors close, and they begin going to the ground floor.
Sakura composed herself and felt a bit embarrassed. She locked eyes with him, and with all the commotion she hadn't realized how hot he was!
"Of all the guys NOT to be naked," she thought, surprised at herself.
They kept looking each other in the eye and they both felt something stir deep within themselves.
"My name's Sasuke, what's yours?" he asked softer than either of them expected.
"Sakura," she replied with confidence, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go to that floor."
"Don't worry about it, I'm sure everybody's forgotten by now."
"What was that, anyway?" Sakura inquired slowly. She was feeling much more relaxed now that the lift was going down.
"It was…" Sasuke stopped and glanced to the side, "It was a private party."
"Wow...I, I didn't know parties like that happened in places like this."
"Parties like that only happen in places like this."
"You know a lot about this stuff?"
"I have to know all about those lifestyles, it was my party after all."
Sakura was delighted to hear that. She felt like she stumbled into a new life and Sasuke was her guide. It was all stirring feelings in her.
"You throw parties like that often?" Sakura asked with genuine interest.
"Yes, it is my job after all."
"Your job?" she blurted out.
Sasuke grunted in affirmation and asked, "Did you want an invitation or something?"
"No, no, no I wasn't hinting around for that." It was the first thing that popped into her head, but she wasn't too sure.
"Good because I was only half serious. Would you have stayed if you could?"
"Hell yes," Inner Sakura whispered.
"I'm not sure," she admitted, "I never really thought about it. Something about that place was so, so, I don't know...magical."
He grunted in amusement and commented, "I've never heard anybody describe it like that. So, you work here?"
She looked down at her uniform and laughed stiffly.
"Oh yeah, I do while I'm not at the University."
"What're you studying?" he asked kindly.
"Medicine. I want to be a doctor," Sakura explained with a smile.
"That's very impressive. And what do you do for fun, Sakura?" he asked.
"Nothing really, to be honest. I'm so busy at school, work or hanging out with my boyfriend that I don't really have time for any of that."
There was a noticeable change of tone inside the elevator. Any chemistry that may have been in that elevator was starting to leave. It dawned on Sakura that he seemed disappointed to hear she had a boyfriend.
"Isn't 'hanging out' with your boyfriend fun?" he asked.
"Y-yeah, of course, I just meant I don't have time for anything new."
"Never say never."
The elevator got to the ground floor and the doors opened with a ding. Sakura felt almost lonely looking out into the empty lobby. She'd prefer loneliness to her next feeling: shock.
"Oh no I still have to restock the closet!" Sakura gasped.
"Go, I'll take care of it. I know the Hyugas."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Mhm, nobody would expect you to work after...that."
"Thank you, Sasuke. It was really nice meeting you."
Sakura stepped out of the elevator sheepishly.
"Wait," he beckoned, and she turned around. "When I saw you up there I thought you'd never leave. You looked so….fascinated."
Sakura blushed and began to say something but Sasuke cut her off: "You don't have to admit it, just take this. If you want to learn more about that life, or if you wanna grab some coffee, give me a call."
Sasuke took out his fat wallet and gave her his business card.
She examined it and uttered, "...I'll think about it."
"About which offer?"
"I'm not sure yet."
Sasuke nodded and pressed a button. "It was nice meeting you too."
The elevator doors close and Sakura was officially left alone. She definitely wanted to see Sasuke again, but she was committed to somebody else. But that didn't mean she couldn't see him as a friend? Men and women can be platonic friends, right? All of this was too much to handle, so she silently and swiftly walked out into the still night.
EXT. Crappy apartment building
INT. Sakura's apartment
When Sakura got home she dropped everything she had on her by the door. She trudged into her room and plopped down into her desk chair. For a while she just sat there, thinking.
She looked at her open textbooks with a 1000-yard stare. Studying was the last thing on her mind. When she took notice of her laptop, she automatically and robotically turned it on and opened her web browser.
A few moments later, the address bar spelled out one at a time: p-o-r-n-*-*-*.com
The homepage was vaguely familiar, as she had visited it in the past. Her facial expression didn't change as she examined every pixel on her screen. Soon enough she clicked on the categories tab and began flipping through the different sections. Amateur, professional, lesbian, outdoor, threeway, rough, bondage and finally fetish.
Sakura checked out almost every category. She flipped through pages and pages of each one and watched countless clips. Not once did she touch herself, this was mostly research.
EXT. Dog Park, the next day
Sasuke was walking his dog through the park when his phone began to ring. He looked at the screen and didn't recognize the number.
He answered it with a, "Hello?"
The voice on the other side cleared her throat and asked, "Hi, Sasuke? It's Sakura."
"Sakura, I didn't think I'd hear from you so soon. Did you want to take me up on one of my offers?"
"Yes, very much."
"Which one?"
"Both."