The next couple weeks might have been the best of the young man's life. Two more times he'd done a 'wine run' for his new boss, earning that boobjob on the second and a warmer air from her in general. Better still, Hirog seemed to not even remember his traumatization!

As her twin promised, Hinata forgave him.

Enough at least to get him back the unpaid babysitter gig, and that he got smiles picking the kid up every morning. He even joined them for dinner once more, just yesterday. This brothel job was working out great!

Not quite as well as he'd initially hoped, but even he knew that his fantasies were more rooted in perversion than any sense of realism. At least the eye candy was ever present. Not that he could pay it much attention on his evening shift.

The shift where his one and only job was to keep an eye on a long line of little bells. The boredom and the surrounding drunks might have made it worse than the actual work of the morning. At least hard labor passed time faster. The tedium had him zoning out most evenings, so much so that he jerked quite forcefully, almost falling out of his chair, when one of the stationary little brass bells suddenly exploded into motion.

He'd worried he wouldn't be able to notice when they triggered but that certainly wasn't going to be a problem.

Even Kurenai widened her eyes immediately, noticing it just out of the corner of her eye.

Naruto was on his feet and in motion in an instant!

He then turned around to check which room the bell was marked for. Third on the left, first basement floor. With that, the young man was off! Shoving through the crowd perhaps a little cruder than he should have, but hey, only one of the men he blew past actually lost his footing.

Reaching the stairs cleared his path of traffic, letting him pick up speed. All together, it didn't take much more than a minute for him to make it, though with no small effort, as his heaving breaths revealed. One last mental double-check was interrupted by a furious voice.

"Fuggin greedy skank!" it roared, spurring him to motion.

Naruto yanked the door open as threateningly as he could!

The heavily tanned stringbean of a man standing on the other side looked a lot less threatening than he sounded, not less so with confusion in his eyes at the interruption. One of his hands was still holding tightly to the mane of Ino's golden blonde hair. She had tears on her cheeks too.

Naruto opted not to hide his immediate disdain as he spoke.

"Alright asshole, you're done! Get out right now, and you might not be banned for life," he demanded, repeating the threat his beautiful boss had taught him. The man's eyes widened, less in fear than fury though. Naruto strolled closer.

Two steps closer, to be exact, about a third of the distance to the man before stopping on a dime.

The revolver pointed squarely at his chest effectively capturing his undivided attention. Ino gasped. Naruto instinctively raised his hands to either side of his head non-threateningly while his mind went absolutely, utterly blank.

This was a situation he had not anticipated. Certainly not one he'd planned for. What the hell was he supposed to do?! The jon seemed to have an idea.

"Get the fuck out of here!" he slurred out, shaking the gun lightly. "Skank promised me half off; didn't say it was for just the hour!" he defended, as if it justified any of the shit he was currently doing.

"I did!" Ino sobbed out, terror as plain in her voice as in her face. The remark drowned out as he lifted her higher by the hair, and a pained cry overtook her words.

"Hey!" Naruto barked.

"FUCK. OFF!" the man repeated himself, turning his attention back to Naruto and bringing the gun taut again. "You wanna fuggin die for this whore kid?"

"You know if you shoot me you're getting hung, not laid, right?" he dared bite back. "Walls aren't that thick; everyone will hear it," finally, the drunk man seemed to pause and reflect. Maybe even worry a little. "Plenty of people upstairs have guns too; you ain't shooting your way out!" Naruto added, gritting his teeth to keep them from chattering.

Asshole still had Ino gripped by the hair. The poor woman was still sobbing in pain and terror, her eyes bouncing from the gun to her backup repeatedly. The prick groaned, sounding more annoyed than angry. Somehow, this infuriated the novice bouncer even more.

"Let go! Get the hell out man!" he warned, waiting two seconds before taking a single step closer and untensing every muscle in his body as the gunman took one back in reflex, letting go of Ino in the act. Not another word was said as he slowly circled around him, taking his time and not reholstering his gun until he was out the bedroom door.

Naruto let himself deflate as it slammed shut.

Ino fell into heavy, powerful sobs on the bed, snapping him back upright.

"Oh gods, are you alright?" he asked, raising a hand and doing nothing with it, unsure if a hand on her shoulder was wise right now. She had yet to pull her face from her hands, so it definitely would have surprised her. Naruto wracked his brain once again. "Do you want me to leave or stay? Or get someone, maybe? Sakura? Or wait should I get Tsunade?" the last remark was mumbled to himself; ironic that it was the first thing that she answered.

"T-tsunade," she managed to get out, nodding with the word.

Naruto flew up the stairs faster than he came down. Still amped and still high-strung by his near-death experience. If it could be called that. It had him visibly rattled enough that Tsunade told him to just relax the rest of the night after his report. Even told Kurenai to pour him something strong and tall.

It wasn't until he was halfway through his whiskey that he found some semblance of peace. Tomorrow being Sunday and the business's only day off, he opted to finish it and waste a nickel on a refill, to get properly drunk.

This seemed unwise when, an hour later, Tsunade came back up and ordered him into her office. She didn't look happy. Following after her as quick as he could while walking straight had him nervous again; it had him panicking about just how well he could defend his job performance while properly sloshed for the first time in his life.

Then a six-string pistol was slammed on the desk, and he worried ten times more.

Was she going to kill him!? The ten seconds of lingering silence suggested not. Naruto stared uncertainly while she gave him the most deadpan gaze.

"Take it," she said finally, tapping the little metal death machine. "I want to be clear that what just happened is rare; that you should not be taking this out generally when you throw people out. All the same, if you're gonna be pulling guard duty, you should have one,"

Naruto didn't know what to say. He thought maybe to protest, to remind her that he was drunk, but a revolver wasn't cheap. That was a hell of a thing to just gift him. When he realized that he'd been waiting too long, he scooped it up. The weapon was heavier than he expected; it felt bulky in his hand and hanging on his belt.

"Waste the chamber on the outskirts of town tomorrow if you haven't used one before; I'll refill it for you," she continued. Naruto only nodded. "You did good kid, really," she assured, finally smiling. Naruto returned it. "You might have a real future here,"

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