I Can't Stand You

The Kat's Meow - Ebisu

Tuesday night.

Hopefully that wasn't a busy night at the porn store.  All he had to do was walk in, look around, say hello to Mizuka's friend, and leave.

The store was in a basement with an outside entrance.  Over the shady steps was a neon sign that read 'The Kat's Meow' in curvy lettering with a simple line drawing of a cat, all aglow.  He took a deep breath before descending the stairs and opening the metal door.

The inside of the store was unexpectedly different.  He thought it was going to be shady, but it was surprisingly sensual.  The room was lit in a soft pink, with dark pink fabric draped over the ceiling.  It looked like the inside of a tent almost, but it worked.  In the background, there was low, pulsating club music.  There were racks of corsets and leather suits; sex toys, whips, cuffs, and any other kind of fetishy toy the could be imagined.  Another wall was full of vibrators and dildos, fake silicon asses ready to be fantasized with were neatly boxed, stacked against she floor under the hanging toys.  There were racks of magazines with tits on them on another wall; porn videos were neatly displayed next to it.

One corner had a partitioned area that was probably to try on clothes, but the other corner had a tall stage and a stripper pole with elegant spotlights coming from the ceiling.

And suddenly, he couldn't remember why he hadn't been here before.

"Hello."

He didn't even notice the woman who was behind the counter.  She had chestnut brown hair which was in a loose braid.  Under her oversized leather jacket, she appeared to be wearing a deep pink and black corset.

She had actually startled him a little, something she noticed.  She giggled a little.

"Uh, hello."

"You look a little uncomfortable.  Are you Ebisu?"

Now his face was flushed.

"Um, yes.  I'm sure Mizuka told you I was coming."

"Yeah, she said you were going to be here, but you weren't thrilled about it.  But that's none of my business.  Anyway, welcome to The Kat's Meow.  I'm Katsu."

"Its nice to meet you."

This was so awkward.  So awkward.

"Is there something in particular you're looking for?"

"No.  I'm just here to look."

She gave him a smile.  Her lips had the same deep color as her peeking corset.

"Well, we have just about everything.  The best porn store in Konoha.  Really, the only porn store, unless you count the back room of the video store.  I also teach pole dancing and do boudoir shoto shoots.  We're kind of a one stop shop."

This made him smile a little.  She continued.

"So, I have to ask you why you're here.  You don;t have to answer, but it was just a very strange conversation with Z."

Now his face was burning.  She was nosy.

"I was kicked out of the bath house."

His words were a mumble.  She leaned forward a little.

"Huh?"

"I... I was kicked out of the bath house."

"For what?"

This was so bad.  He wanted to curl up and die.

"Peeking into the ladies side."

He cringed, waiting for her judgment.  It didn't come.

"Okay! See? What wasn't too hard! Are you a virgin?"

He chuckled.

"No.  Far from it."

"Then where do you pick up women? Clearly, the bath house didn't work."

"Bars. I don't bring home falling down drunk women, though."

She watched him curiously, clearly thinking.

"You like weak women."

"What?"

"You do! You go to the bar and find sad women. Lonely women who are waiting for a strong shinobi to pick them up and take them to an Inn room. You enjoy playing the white knight for the evening. And then you run."

He was starting to feel his blood boil.

"No! I mean, how do you know they're weak?"

She smirked, waving her hand dismissively.

"For that one night, they are. Damsels in distress for the evening. And that's fine! You like what you like! There's no shame in that here!"

He did feel shame burn his face, though.

"Except, I don't know if that's what I even like anymore."

"Hmm..."

She got up and disappeared into the racks, returning a second later with a video in her hand.  He noticed that she had on small black shorts and fishnet stockings, topped with soras that had a slight heel.  She stood in front of him and handed him the video.

"Here, try this."

"What is it?"

"Dominant woman-centered porn."

"Oh, come on-"

"No, no. It's not BDSM. It's actually pretty vanilla.. It's woman led, but still gentle. Maybe what you need is something different. You might like it."

He grumbled, taking the disc from her.

"Thanks."

He quickly paid and left; it was worth it to have something concrete to show Mizuka.  He went to the porn store, met the nosy owner, and even bought something.  That was more than enough to get him off the hook.  He walked home, trying to hide the suspicious brown paper bag that held the video.