The second half of the shift was worlds easier than the first. Although sitting in a room watching other people gleefully enjoy food, booze, and the promise of immediate sex for hours on end did have its drawbacks as well. A fucking quarter wouldn't buy him dick from this place except a baked potato. Or enough bottom-shelf hootch to get barely drunk.

Though to be fair he'd had three of the former at five. The start of this shift had included a half hour for sitting on his ass and eating another free meal. He hadn't been so bold as to ask for booze with it, but they'd given him generous portions. Greens, starch and stew, about as good as a working man could eat. Maybe breakfast just set his expectations too high.

Some rotund man laughed loudly by his ear, causing him to flinch.

The noise was a pain too. It almost made him wish he could find a corner to hide in, but the so-named 'panic bells' weren't all that big. More indoor-servant style than cowbells and that had to be intentional, something that wouldn't make a big spectacle for the folks down here. Tsuande told him that he didn't really need to be on guard unless it was a new customer being seen, and usually, all a ring meant was asking someone firmly to leave.

Though a foolish part of his brain looked forward to the rings that were worse. Being able to give a few belts to some asshole trying to push one of his new roommates around seemed like a fine way to earn goodwill from said beautiful ladies. He'd had a few scraps in his day, most of them as a kid but still!

There wasn't a man in the state that could handle him while their pants were around their ankles!

He figured so anyway. Alas, the young man would not find out that shift, which was objectively a good thing he reckoned. Less good was the boss coming out to remind him that the last hour of his shift was going to be spent on real work. The dresses and other laundry that wasn't bedding apparently came down at the end of the night.

"Same rules as morning! Be quiet, be quick, and if you bump into a customer on the way out just nod politely and ignore them. The door knobs with a ribbon on them are the ones you enter. Don't enter a room without one. This is your only warning, you got me kid?"

She'd even bothered to wait for an answer this time.

The man set a serious look on his face as he steadily climbed down the stairs, making sure he looked dignified, and beyond all else unphased by the locale. Just a simple laborer doing his job. Someone to be left alone and ignored. Stoic as stone.

He opened a single door before going completely red in the face.

Though in the young man's defense, it was the gorgeous blonde who winked at him that morning. More to the point, she was completely naked, and making no visible effort to keep her more erotic parts concealed below the water. The trough looked just like the big one out back he'd used but nearly overflowing with soapy bubbles.

Not big enough to submerge completely in without real effort, evidently. She appeared seated, relaxed with her back against the metal and her long legs carelessly hanging out the other end. Said long, sexy legs were covered from the knee up in spuds, just like the melon-sized fruit hanging off her chest just above the water line.

Honestly, it's to his credit that he only paused three seconds to take in the sight.

The bemused smile and raised brow he found when he finally got to her face snapped him out of it.

"S-sorry, just hear for the laundry," he said, averting his eyes and scanning the small room for his cargo. "Uh… I'll just loop back after your bath," he offered eventually, frustrated by his inability to find anything and growing more flustered by the second.

"It's in the corner there on your left, you don't need to bother," she offered, bringing his eyes back just as the water cascaded gloriously down her, running like a waterfall down a goddess as she gracefully stepped out of the meager bath. The hypnotizing sight made her words all that much more baffling. "You don't have to humor me, I know I'm ugly. I've got no makeup, my eyes are barely hanging open, and my hairs a wet rag. Kills the magic a little to see us like this, huh?" she laughed sadly in punctuation.

The way she shook her head, hunched over as she toweled her face, hiding it away…

It hurt his heart.

"That- that's not even remotely true!" he protested, even stepping closer until one of her eyes poked out from the simple tan rag. "I mean just your eyes are… so blue," he finished lamely, looking at the colorful orb.

"Blue-eyed people can be ugly, hate to tell you," she retorted, though he was fairly certain that he heard a smile in her voice.

"Not when there like that, so vibrant and big and… and I mean that's just the eyes everything about you is incredibly…" he trailed off nervously as she revealed her face, holding the towel in both hands just under her nipples, like a scared child with their favorite blanket almost. There was in fact a small smile on her face. "…not ugly," he finally finished, sure his face was red as when he entered.

"Your so sweet," she replied softly, averting her eyes. She was a head shorter, and looking down towards her made it quite difficult not to ogle the curvaceous body. "You… you're hard?" she asked more than stated, reminding him of the fact and doubling his shame-fueled heartbeat.

"Of course I am! You're naked! And all wet and soapy and…" he trailed off as her face came closer, looking at him with her eyes most wide.

She kissed him and his mind went blank. Her mouth tasted faintly of something sweet and pungent. Her hands might well have been the softest thing he'd ever touched. Though that record was broken quickly when she gently guided his own digits up, holding it against one still spud-covered breast.

"I-I know I'm just a whore and that respectable men avoid loose woman but-" she sniffled. "Will you lay with me? It's just been so long since I've really felt beautiful…"

Naruto opened his mouth and desperately willed himself to answer. To shout in her face just how much he desperately wanted to take her up on that offer, to emphasize how unspeakably aroused he was. When he said nothing for too long she leaned in slowly, as if to kiss him again, and he took it as permission to answer without words.

It felt clumsy, messy as he shoved his tongue into her mouth and kissed her as hard as he could. The beautiful blonde only purred, and went half limp in his arms, one of her hands quickly taking a grip on his neck to hold in place. After a couple of minutes they seemed to find a comfortable groove, her cooing and moaning as she scratched the back of his neck; Naruto tenderly rubbing her damp breasts with the arm not supporting her weight.

"Let's lie down," she suggested simply as the kiss broke. Falling backward onto the sheetless straw mattress easily with his cooperation. The moans grew in pitch as his weight pressed into her, sandwiching her with the bed.

Naruto was doing all he could to restrain himself, to not squeeze too hard or go too fast. This still felt too good to be true, like a dream almost, like it couldn't be happening but it was! There was a naked woman under him, a full breast in his hand, a soft wet muscle poking and playing with his! It was overwhelming. It was she that pushed things forward, a long, especially euphoric groan against his lips proceeded the kiss's break.

"Come on," she whined. "Make love to me!" another long groan as her eyes rolled back sparing him from answering. In freeing his cock Naruto saw one of her dainty hands already in her snatch, rubbing the clit aggressively and not stopping as he lined his cock up with it. With one last, long, shuddering breath he slid inside.

This was the softest sensation in the world.

It was warm and wet and spasming constantly around him, driving him insane as her groans raised in pitch. It was actually with the hope of lasting longer that he kissed her again, sucking in deep breaths through his nose as he barely responded to her enthusiastic return to the makeout.

He stayed deep inside of her, rocking only the slightest bit and trying not to be neglectful of the breast she'd made him touch. Certain sounds and spasms came in response to him pinching and poking at the splendid pink nipple, which seemed like a good sign.

Even so, why the fuck did all of her noises of pleasure have to sound so goddamn erotic!? The young man was extremely inexperienced, at least by comparison, and fighting for his life not to pop too quickly. A fight that became unwinnable when she released a long, squealy scream of glee, clamping down around him in every sense of the word, with every available muscle inside or out.

She swallowed a long groan as he erupted inside her, unable to think of anything with the pleasure overflowing his mind. Though when thought did come back to him he laughed gleefully, back firmly in the mental state of disbelief, even laying on top of the woman.

"Well, that was fun! My names Ino by the way," she offered casually, seeming unphased.

"Yeah! Yeah, that was… incredible. I'm Naruto," he introduced, smiling down at the woman below him. She raised a brow before answering, seeming amused by something. Although she wasn't lying about being barely awake, her eyes looked like they were struggling to remain open. There was something so endearingly adorable about that.

"You should probably get out of here, before-"

"-Inoooo," a feminine voice rang out with the sound of the door. "I have the rest of the night o-" the pink-haired woman stopped dead looking at the two of them. "What the FUCK Ino!?" she roared, stepping up to the bed and looking down at the pouty woman he was inside of.

"Um-"

Naruto was silenced firmly by a jab to the neck that had him stumbling backwards trying not to trip.

"You shut the fuck up! Get out!" she demanded pointing at the door.

"I-"

His second attempt at an apology was thwarted much the same as the first. The irony taste of blood filled his mouth with the second punch. A haymaker that twisted his jaw and left him barely remembering where he was. How the fuck did a brothel girl even get arms like that?

Neither girl said anything as he hurried to fix his pants and stumble toward the door, though he caught Ino struggling not to laugh at the site. Unsure how to feel about that he spared a third glance at the angry woman.

The third punch went right between his eyes.

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