I Can't Stand You

The Make-Up Lunch / Misnaming - Ebisu

He sat across from her at the sushi bar, not sure what to say. She was very pretty.  She picked roe off of the conveyor belt and set it in front of herself. She looked up at him, giving him a small smile.

"Tell me about yourself, Ebisu."

"Like I stupidly said before, I'm a Tokubetsu Jonin. I specialize in training elite ninja. I've trained Lord Third's grandson and I'm currently working with a team of promising kids."

He was expecting some kind of sly comeback, but instead she smiled.

"That's neat that you work with kids. You must be very patient."

"Not really. I don't put up with much. That's how I make superior shinobi."

"But you can be patient and still make superior shinobi. I bet you're a lot more of a pushover than you let on to be."

She said it gently as she popped a piece of sushi into her mouth, clearly savoring it as she closed her eyes. She really was trying her best to get to know him, dropping much of her smart ass facade.  He caught himself smiling at her, but quickly wiped the grin from his face.

"Is it scary, being alone and running a shop at night?"

She opened her eyes and chewed thoughtfully.

"It used to be. When I arrived here. I started work at a bookstore and I was afraid of everything. But a couple of good relationships gave me a lot of confidence. However, when I opened my own shop, I was afraid that someone would come in and rob me, or worse. But, there are constantly shinobi keeping an eye out. One shinobi told me that they had to keep the hot porn lady safe."

She laughed as she chose another piece of sushi with her chopsticks; it was a relief to hear her laughter.

"Is your store pretty busy?"

"Yeah, the weekends are crazy.  Most of the couples come in between 8 and 10. The single guys file in from 10 to midnight. Tuesday and Wednesdays are always regulars, so they're slow nights. You know, porn addicts like you, looking for your fix."

She nudged his shin gently under the table with her toes, making him smile. If she only knew that almost everything he had bought was still in it's packaging. He just needed an excuse to get out of the house and away form the bath house.

"I'm not a regular."

She grinned slyly.

"Sure you're not."

Their conversation was pleasant; he found out that she was from Kusagakure, the Village Hdden in the Grass, and she had moved here many years ago.  And all too soon, their lunch was over and he was bidding her goodbye.

"Are you coming by tonight?"

He was about to say yes... and then remembered...

"Ah, no.  I forgot that I have a date set for tonight."

She gave him a small smile.

"We'll good luck with your date.  I hope she's nice to you."

He chuckled.

"Yeah, I don;t think she's going to be.  I barely remembered setting it up. The last couple of days have been a mess-"

He didn;t mean to divulge so much information to her, but by the look on her face, she knew.  They wer a mess because he was a mess over her.

"That's okay.  Just give her the attention she deserves.  She probably doesn;t know your head isn;t in it.  She just knows that she's going on a date with you and she's probably excited."

He felt his cheeks flush just a little.  She was sweet, caring about his date more than he did.  Still, she was right.

"I haven't been on a date in so long."

"Well, you just kinda had one a few minutes ago, right?  That was nice, just do that again."

She gave him a playful nudge, giggling.

"Well, thank you for lunch.  Maybe I'll see you tomorrow night."

"I'm planning on it.  Goodbye, Katsu."

"Bye, Ebisu."

***

"Ebisu! Ebisu! Yes! That's fucking perfect!"

He had skipped The Kat's Meow tonight in lieu of a real woman he had met at a bar, trying to keep his mind off of Katsu. All of the paper tits in the world couldn't compare to the sensation of rolling the pearl of a woman's nipple with his tongue, making her moan. Her cunt was so tight and warm, squeezing his throbbing cock relentlessly.

It was fun, even if he did have to buy her dinner and act interesting in whatever the fuck she was talking about.  Something about her friend's man troubles.  Like he wasn't in his 30's.  Even though she was in her 30's as well.

This evening's lover was blonde and beautiful, and so receptive to his touch.  She was far more interesting in bed than at dinner.

So why wasn't he having a better time?

The woman kissed him roughly, ripping his face away from her breast and up to hers. Her tongue parted his lips and filled his mouth.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!  Oh god!  Yes!"

Her pussy constricted, squeezing him tightly and making him moan. He was going to explode. His head was in a fog. He let his inhibitions go, moaning.

"Let me fill you, Katsu-"

She suddenly stopped and punched him in the face. The blow brought him back to reality.

"Katsu?! My name is Iyomi, you fucking asshole!  What the fuck?!"

She promptly climbed off of him, leaving him prone and painfully erect, still wearing the empty condom.

"Sorry."

He could feel his face burn with embarrassment as she threw her clothes on and stormed out of the door, slamming it behind her. He put a hand over his face, still not believing what he just did. Why in the fuck would be call her Katsu? All Katsu did was annoy the piss out of him while he was trying to buy porn. And give him a really great lunch date.  Was it a date? 

Why did the most annoying person in the village have to own the only dedicated sex shop?

Since is night was already ruined he sat up and put his clothes back on. Checking the clock, it was only midnight. Plenty of time to check out of tonight's Inn room and go to the Kat's Meow.