Stripped Bare (kakashiXsakura)

chapter 9

The past few days at the club had been fairly uneventful, None of the dancers had up and disappeared but then again, none of the men Sakura had been questioning had given her a lead.

She had already given more lap dances than what she could count on her fingers and toes, her rising popularity at the club allowing her to convince just about anyone to pay the fee for a few minutes of her time. Over all, she hadn't had many mishaps and had managed to extract enough information to prove they weren't the kidnapper from every single one of them, a feat she was quite proud of, although she couldn't say the same about the methods she used to get the men to talk.

Some of her customers had begged to be allowed to touch her breasts and she had reluctantly agreed. Some touched her softly, caressing and squeezing in a way that was almost pleasant, although she had never found herself aroused beyond the slight quickening in her pulse and perhaps a mild tingling in her nipples or between her legs. Others had grabbed at her roughly, almost bruising her tender flesh and she had had to threaten to throw them out on their asses if the didn't treat her a little nicer. Other awkward moments included a man who apparently had enjoyed her services so much that he had actually climaxed right in his chair while Sakura was grinding against him and the kunoichi had to cut her act short or risk covering herself in the sticky substance that was rapidly soaking through his pants. Only one idiot had tried to sneak a hand between her legs and Sakura had promptly threatened to call in Juu and have him beat some sense into him, although she yearned to do it herself.

Playing the weak, ordinary girl was tiresome and frustrating. She could punch a hole through any of their chests with minimal effort since even the strongest of the shinobi that found their way into a booth with her weren't nearly as powerful as she was if their chakra levels were anything to go by. She was tired of relying on someone else to defend her and missed the feeling of driving her fist into something solid, of fighting, sparring, honing her kunoichi abilities. She wouldn't be surprised if her skills had lost their razor edge during her stay, considering she hadn't even summoned her chakra in almost a week and a half.

Instead, she performed nightly, growing more and more confident in her dancing and her sexuality. The traces of hesitancy and modesty were quickly fading, leaving behind a cool and mysterious seductress that seemed quite at ease with revealing her body to the eyes of perfect strangers.

Secretly, she wondered what Kakashi thought about her improvement and hoped he was proud of her.

Recently, her interactions with him were brief. They didn't talk at the club although she often saw him there, watching her silently from the back of the room. They texted back and forth about where to leave the nightly list of men who received lap dances to prevent the exchange from happening in the same place over and over and possibly become a suspicious routine.

Although Sakura was becoming closer and closer with the girls she danced with, she found she missed talking with Kakashi. He was the only one she wasn't fabricating a lie for. She could be open and honest with him because he knew who she really was and she didn't have to worry about keeping her mask in place. Sure he was perverted and never punctual and had horrible posture, not to mention an uncanny knack for knowing how to infuriate her, but he was her island of familiarity in an alien ocean and although she had become accustomed to life at Wet Dreams, she could never call this place home. She did her best to pretend that it was for a little while.

But recently her partner seemed a little distant in a way she couldn't quite explain. It wasn't like he was ignoring her but they couldn't really engage in casual conversation at the club either. Whenever they talked the exchange seemed strangely dry and a little too professional, as if she had just met him for this particular job and they hadn't known each other for over a decade. She supposed there was nothing wrong with the fact that he was no longer teasing her and giving her a hard time but in a weird way she kind of missed the way he used to ruffle her hair and make comments that held cleverly disguised innuendo.