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Differences	By : EroPrincess Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 7423 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto nor am I affiliated with the series. The series belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, Studio Pierrot and VIZ Media. I don’t work for those companies; I write for fun and for free.

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I made a few slight changes in chapter 1. Instead of Naruto writing Tsunade a check, I edited it so he gives her cash. They're criminals. Criminals don't do checks. (lol)
Warnings: I wanted to write smut for this chapter but decided not to because the chapter's long enough already. The smut-fest between Naruto and Hinata will commence in chapter 3! This chapter will contain humiliation.

Differences – Chapter 2: Cinnamon
It was a cool, windy spring afternoon in downtown and Hinata Hyuga stood outside the thick, metal doors of the edifice seated between a corner liquor store and an athletic shoe retailer. Her neck stretched causing her chin to lift as she looked up at the large, dark sign suspended above the doors to the building.
The Dollhouse the letters read in jagged script and next to the words was an outline of a shapely woman in an enticing sitting position. Of course the bright, neon colors of the letters and the woman weren't visible during the day and only a dull gray replaced the vibrant, florescent hues. Nevertheless Hinata wasn't standing in front of the most popular gentlemen's club in the city to admire the structure. She was there because she was in desperate need of employment.
Apprehension, among other things, kept Hinata from knocking on the metal doors to the club. She wouldn't be here right now if she wasn't insolvent and destitute. She never imagined in just 5 years her life would hit rock bottom, but it did—hard.
90-day notices quickly became 60-day notices, which turned into 30-day notices to pay back rent. Hinata had a week to come up with the money or she and her younger sister Hanabi would soon live on the streets. Seeking out her father to help her was out of the question; she'd prefer living in a cardboard box over groveling at his feet for financial respite.
And her best friend Ino Yamanaka loaned her money to support her household bills, food and help pay for schooling necessities for her night classes to earn her nursing degree. Ino called them 'loans' but never asked Hinata to pay her back. And knowing she was indebted to Ino was tearing her pride apart every day.
No matter how many times Hinata insisted she would someday provide recompense to her best friend, Ino always shook her head and told her not to worry.
"Ino, I can't keep accepting money from you. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."
"Fine! Ugh! You're so stubborn! Look! If you really wanna pay me back, come to The Dollhouse tomorrow after 1PM. I'm sure I can work something out for you."
Hinata's mind replayed their phone conversation the previous night and the details of just what 'something' was. She vehemently refused, yelling and cursing at Ino with heated enmity and fiery passion.
Not even remotely perturbed from her outburst, Ino calmly assured Hinata that vising The Dollhouse was completely voluntary and the choice was hers. But before their conversation ended, Ino reminded Hinata of her financial woes and how desperately she needed cash to keep a roof over the heads of her and her sister.
And that's what led her to the doors of The Dollhouse this cool afternoon.
Hinata clutched at the thick, wool, navy scarf around her neck and inhaled the soft, flowery scent of jasmine. The scarf previously belonged to her mother before her untimely passing and Hinata kept the scarf as a way to preserve the memories of their times together before her death.
Hand-knitted by Missus Hyuga herself, Hinata mentally recapitulated many days as a child she would sit and silently watch, admiring the way her mother's nimble fingers held the needles, twisting them in intricate ways to gather the yarn to literally make creations out of nothing. And Hinata picked up the habit of knitting, learning how to properly create simple accessories from her mother.
After her mother's death, Hinata stopped knitting altogether. Even looking at bundles of yarn in shops would flood her mind with memories of knitting alongside her mother and she'd rather keep those visages at bay.
Even still, on rare occasions Hinata would wear her mother's scarf whenever she would feel downhearted and oppressed. Her mother's scarf provided a physical solace during troubling times.
Such was a time.
Hinata knew her mother wouldn't approve of the decision she was about to make to ensure her and Hanabi's survival. Nevertheless she sent a silent prayer to her mother asking for forgiveness. Placing a chaste, gentle kiss on the wool, Hinata raised her fist and knocked on one of the heavy, metal doors.
When it opened, Hinata expected to see a large, tall, burly, hairy man on the other side. Instead she felt a firm, warm chest smack into her face. Her nostrils flared, inhaling the woodsy aroma of designer cologne that instantly made her nerves tingle. The smooth silk of the man's shirt brushed against her face which caused gooseflesh to instantly prick along her skin because of how good the friction felt. Her libido—she once believed no longer existed—responded instantaneously to the delicious smell of the man she's crushed against; the center of her thighs pulsating, fluid pooling deep from her core to soak her panties. Lascivious thoughts flooded her mind, filling her imagination and making her softly whimper wantonly.
Feeling heat burn her cheeks and beads of sweat dotting her forehead behind her bang, Hinata stepped back and separated herself from the stranger and lowered her head to conceal her humiliation. She stepped around him and swiftly muttered "sorry" before scurrying from him.
Naruto looked over his shoulder and briefly admired the way the strange woman's long, silky, jet-black hair swayed as she scampered away. He was tempted to speak to her, but before he could one of the metal doors of The Dollhouse closed hard in his face.
He shrugged, no longer worrying about the woman and entered his parked vehicle and drove away from the gentleman's club.
A petite woman with short, black hair and black eyes was seated at the bar and she watched the entire exchange between the young adults with an amused, gentle smile. Standing from the barstool, she approached a flustered Hinata and politely asked, "Your name please?"
Recovering from her initial shock, Hinata clutched her mother's scarf and smiled to ebb her embarrassment. "Oh, yes! Where are my manners? I'm sorry. I'm Hinata Hyuga and I'm here to see Madame Tsunade." Hinata was stunned a large, burly bouncer didn't greet her. Instead a small-statured woman several years older than her with a tender face welcomed her.
Hinata's lavender eyes roamed the interior of The Dollhouse. Since it was daytime, there weren't any dancers salaciously grinding on horny, drunk men or disk-jockeys filling the room with bass-heavy, thumping music. The round, dark wood tables were bare as were the red velvet chairs with dark wood trimming. The stage was placed on the opposite side of the club and Hinata nervously gulped at the shimmering, solid pole anchored in its center as she imagined what women did on that pole every night. Looking at the pole centered in the stage and thinking about the reason why she was here, Hinata wished she could wrap her thighs around the steel rod and perform sexy, acrobatic choreography for a few extra bucks instead of the real reason why she arrived at The Dollhouse. Nevertheless Hinata was no fool. Even she knew swinging from a stripper pole for a few nights still wouldn't cover the entire cost of the back rent she owed. Nope; she would easily earn more money performing the other job in a single night, albeit it's infinitely more demeaning. Comparing the two, stripping obviously seemed much easier than—
"Yes, Madame Tsunade's expecting your arrival. I'm Shizune. Follow me and I'll lead you to her."
Thankful for the momentary mental respite, Hinata trailed behind Shizune to her apparent doom.

Hinata stood in front of Tsunade's desk after Shizune announced her arrival and exited the office, and gazed in amazement at Tsunade's youthful appearance. From what Ino told her about Tsunade, she's a woman in her 60's who's the owner of the most lucrative gentleman's club in the city. However Ino neglected to mention just how young Tsunade appeared.
Even though she's over 60-years-old, Tsunade didn't look a day over 30. Hinata deduced it was either because Tsunade practiced a great skin care regimen or she makes more than enough money to afford the best plastic surgery. Hinata assumed it was the latter.
Tsunade's brown eyes were hard and penetrating, undoubtedly perusing and mentally assessing Hinata and her stare made Hinata extremely uncomfortable. Crossing her arms over her torso, Hinata erected an imaginary barrier between herself and the entrepreneur to separate Tsunade's unwavering eyes from roaming over her body.
There weren't any words of greeting between the two women, and that thought made panic rise within Hinata. Even more so when she noticed the disapproving frown wrinkling Tsunade's blonde brows.
Tsunade looked over her left shoulder at one of her trusted assistants Ino, who was standing a few feet away behind Tsunade. Giving Ino a hard frown, the Madame asked, "Beautiful? Why did you bring a cute, wholesome girl into my office? She's here because of your recommendation."
"Madame Tsunade, despite Hinata's appearance, she's more than capable of carrying out the job." Ino's large, blue eyes met Tsunade's as she spoke to her superior. "I wouldn't have wasted your time if I didn't have the utmost faith in Hinata."
Facing Hinata again, Tsunade ignores her subordinate and flatly tells the brunette, "I won't waste my time hiring you. Just looking at you I can tell you're not fit for this line of work. This job isn't for the weak-minded. You may leave."
Respectfully bowing to the Madame, Hinata pleads to the older woman, trying her best to convince Tsunade to give her a chance. "I-I can do it, Madame Tsunade." Hinata rose to her full height, her wide, lavender eyes looking into Tsunade's hard brown orbs. "I know I can do the job. All I need is a chance."
Feeling skeptical about the woman standing before her, Tsunade raises a brow and asks, "Did Beautiful divulge the details of the type of work you'll be performing?"
Beautiful? Hinata wondered momentarily before she realized Tsunade was referring to Ino. I wonder why Madame Tsunade uses nicknames. Not speaking, Hinata simply nods, letting Tsunade know she understood just exactly what she'll be doing.
"Good. That's a start." Shuffling the papers on her desk, the blonde ordered Hinata to strip down to her underwear in a nonchalant tone. Her brown eyes stared at Hinata in amusement when the brunette vehemently refused, just as Tsunade predicted.
"Again, you may leave. Your services aren't needed here. Shizune will escort you out."
Hinata watches in horror as Tsunade reached for her desk phone and before she could pick it up to call her right-hand woman, Hinata tries one last time to convince Tsunade she really need the job. "Please, Madame Tsunade! I-I need the money! I'm desperate! I have a week to get enough money to pay my back rent! If I don't have the money in time, my sister and I will be on the streets! We'll be homeless! Please, have a heart!"
Tsunade remained unresponsive throughout Hinata's plea, completely stoic and unrelenting. Outright uncaring about Hinata's living situation, the Madame asked, "Why does any of that concern me?"
"But—"
Rudely interrupting her, Tsunade states, "Hinata, you're not ready for this type of work. If you were, you would've stripped when I commanded you to." The look of confusion from Hinata wasn't lost on Tsunade, and so she continued.
"Hinata, I run an all-female empire here at The Dollhouse and my dolls are in the industry of selling sex. Whether it's stripping, flirting with customers to sell drinks at the bar, or in this case escorting high-end clientele every night. You weren't willing to get half-naked in a room of strangers. How can I expect you to sleep with a stranger for a payout?"
Hinata blinked rapidly, totally speechless because Tsunade made a great point.
"You may leave." Tsunade dismissed Hinata, looking over her right shoulder, focusing her attention to another one of her trusted assistants, Tenten. "Mistress. Please check our database to find the right doll for that idiot tonight."
"Yes, ma'am." Tenten nodded and exited the room to do as Tsunade instructed.
Expecting for Hinata to follow Tenten out of her office, Tsunade focused her attention on her paperwork again. To her surprise she looked up to discover Hinata remained in her spot in front of her desk. "Why are you still here?" she asked with venom laced in her voice and her features creasing sharply in anger. "Beautiful!" Tsunade's voice raised, instantly making Ino shiver with fear. "Escort our guest out of here now! I don't have time to waste on placating little girls! I have a fucking business to run!"
"I'm not a little girl." Hinata's voice was soft, but firm and condescending. "Don't ever address me as such." Before Ino could take a step towards her best friend, she watched in sheer bewilderment as the brunette slowly removed her mother's scarf, folded it and placed it on one of the chairs in front of Tsunade's desk.
"Yes, I'm shy and repulsed at the thought of me sleeping with rich men for money, but as I told you before, I need this to care for myself and my little sister. If it was just my life," Hinata quickly unbuttoned her lavender cardigan and removed her shirt, folding both items and placing them in the chair along with her mother's scarf. "I'd rather sleep in a cardboard box under a bridge. Nothing's worth my dignity." Her shoes and pants immediately followed, leaving her in only her plain white bra and cotton briefs.
"But, my life isn't the only life that's affected in this situation." Hinata reached behind her and unhooked her bra, taking her time to slide the straps from her arms. "My sister shouldn't have to suffer because of my irresponsibility and inability to keep a job." She tossed the bra on the back of the chair where the rest of her clothes rested and frowned at the Madame. "But I'll do everything I can to keep her safe and stable, even if it means whoring myself to the highest bidder. So Madame Tsunade, I'm not leaving this office until you give me a job."
"Well, well…" Tsunade folded her hands and rest her chin on them. Smirking appreciatively at Hinata, she told her, "So the good girl has some spunk. I like that. That's something you're going to need in this business." Facing Ino again, Tsunade told her assistant, "I'm impressed. You did good in bringing her here, Beautiful."
Ino's blue eyes widened and she beamed at both her superior and best friend, pleased Tsunade was complimenting Hinata because Hinata managed to make a good impression on the cold business owner. "Thank you, Madame Tsunade."
"Now as for you," Tsunade faced Hinata again and eyed her voluptuous curves approvingly. "I—" Feeling the stack of money poking her breasts, she remembered Naruto bursting into her office and demanding she deliver him another doll. Tsunade's hand rested on her cleavage for a moment before grinning naughtily at Hinata. "I have someone for you. Can you start tonight?"
Hinata made several attempts to terminate the dark blush that was rising from her cheeks and spreading down to the tops of her bare breasts, but it was ineffective. Humiliated would be an understatement to her chagrin right now, she felt absolutely demeaned and disgusting standing half-naked in Tsunade's office. Mentally she kept telling herself this was only for her and Hanabi's welfare and this was a last resort. So she was determined to endure it, even if it meant sleeping with a disgusting, rich, old man.
"Oh, um, yes Madame Tsunade." Hinata's thoughts disappeared the instant Tsunade spoke.
"Good. Because I have the perfect client for you." Reaching in one of her desk drawers, Tsunade retrieved a folder and laid it atop her desk. Opening it, she revealed a medium-sized picture of an attractive blond man with distinctive whisker marks adorning his cheeks and the brightest blue eyes Hinata's ever seen. His picture along with some papers in the folder were secured with a paperclip, but Hinata's lavender eyes wouldn't stray from the photo.
Hinata's dainty palm concealed her lips as she tried vainly to stifle the gasp of approval at the man's picture. He wasn't old. He wasn't fat. He wasn't bald. He wasn't disgusting-looking. He was nothing like she imagined. No. The man in the photograph appeared to be around her age with the widest, jubilant grin stretching his handsome face and his face alone made her center tingle with excitement. Squeezing her thighs together, she rubbed herself to ebb away the twinge in between them. This man can't be… Why am I getting excited about this? No! This is wrong! But he's so cute…
Scrutinizing every movement and every blush from Hinata, Tsunade smirked, knowing her newest employee approved of what she saw. And that was good because it would make the job go smoothly. "His name is Naruto Uzumaki." Tsunade kept her smirk in place when Hinata's head snapped up at the sound of her voice, indicating she wasn't paying attention until just a moment ago. "He owns a chain of Ichiraku Ramen restaurants. He's one of my best clients. He's never been dissatisfied with a doll yet. It's your job to make sure he's not going to be dissatisfied with my services now." Closing the folder, Tsunade lifted it and handed it to Hinata, who eagerly accepted it. "In there you'll find his address along with other basic information about him. I already told him I'll have someone over at his place tonight. You are to be there at 9PM sharp and leave at 5AM. Afterwards you are to contact me and report back here. Any extra time spent afterhours is considered overtime, and whether the money will come from Naruto or if I have to get my percentage from your share of the pay, it doesn't matter to me."
Slowly Hinata nodded as she digested everything Tsunade told her. She still had difficulty comprehending what she was about to do. She was actually going to sleep with a stranger—albeit a young, wealthy, attractive stranger—for money. But still, the very act was out of her character. However being destitute meant her character would be challenged in order to earn money anyway. So the point of preserving her character was moot anyway. Otherwise she wouldn't be standing in Tsunade's office, topless holding the folder of perhaps the most handsome man she's ever laid eyes on. If his picture made her body react this way, she could only imagine how she'd react when she finally met the man in person.
Clutching the folder to her bosom to cover up her breasts, Hinata spoke. "Yes. I understand, Madame Tsunade."
"I'm glad you do. Now, please get dressed and wait for Beautiful to meet you at the bar. The two of you are going shopping this afternoon and afterwards you have appointments at the spa and hair salon. I expect for my dolls to be in top form before meeting with a client every night. Although," resting in her chair, Tsunade's eyes narrowed disapprovingly as she noticed the slight beige stretch marks trailing along Hinata's thighs, hips and the curves of her large breasts. Her frown deepened at the soft pudge of Hinata's belly and the red, jagged mark stretching across it. "Naruto's extremely picky. I'm not sure if he's going to take too kindly at your unsightly stretch marks and belly fat."
Degraded? Nope. Hinata felt like an unattractive monster at that very exact moment. She was never fully confident in her looks or her body, which made her insecure throughout the years. And to hear her new employer casually tell her that the man from the folder she was holding would also find her repulsive shrank any esteem she had left. She began to second-guess her options, wondering if all of this humiliation was worth it. Before she could voice her feelings, Tsunade's voice rang in her ears.
"Well it's too late to back out now. Naruto's already paid the advance. Please get dressed and meet Beautiful downstairs."
Hinata dressed again and exited the office without another word. Once she was gone Ino turned to her boss and asked, "Do you really think she has what it takes to handle someone like Naruto?"
"Naruto can either make her or break her." Turning in her swivel chair, Tsunade fully faced Ino and said, "You better hope he makes her because if he breaks her, you're going to pay."
Ino's fingers opened and closed, her nervousness caused gooseflesh to rise against her skin and beads of perspiration soaked some of the hairs along her hairline. Swallowing thickly, she nodded slowly. "Yes. I understand, Madame Tsunade."

Hinata stood in Naruto's lavish bedroom ogling the décor of the spacious room. The wood flooring was cool under her bare feet and she scrunched her toes, pressing them against the polished surface. Much like the rest of his luxury apartment, the color theme of the bedroom was orange.
In the center of the room was a low-rise, contemporary style, king size bed with dark maple wood trimming and headboard. The dressers and nightstand were also decorated in the same style. A tangerine colored bedspread covered the bed and turquoise and lemon-yellow pillows rested against the headboard. At the foot of the bed on the floor was an oval-shaped, shag rug in deep sienna and the walls were painted in a deep forest green.
Hinata's lavender eyes traveled to the bed again and her heart raced and her temperature rose as she imagined in just moments she'll be in that bed with her new client… making love? No. Engaging in sex? Yes, but no. Fucking? Yes. They'll be fucking in that very bed all because of money; an unusual business exchange indeed. She briefly wondered if Naruto's a passionate, slow lover or if he's into any kinks. Would he be gentle with her or rough like the winds of a typhoon? Hinata has 8 hours to please this man and satisfy his every whim; otherwise she and Hanabi would be on the sidewalk begging pedestrians for coins.
"No!" Shaking her head to free her thoughts, Hinata faced the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony overlooking the city and admired the nighttime view. The lights from the darkened buildings rivaled the stars glittering in the indigo sky and the vision from the top floor apartment was absolutely breathtaking. Only in her dreams could she ever afford this type of luxury. Standing here tonight sure beats the one-bedroom apartment she shared with her little sister and the lumpy sofa she slept on. Hinata gave up her bedroom to Hanabi because as a teenage girl, Hinata understood Hanabi would relish her privacy.
During her shopping trip with Ino this afternoon, Hinata was treated like royalty as she basked in the luxurious experience. She wore an ankle-length, lavender nightgown with a thigh-high slit that molded against her curves and made from silk. Ino told her the color matched her eyes and it'll help bring them out. Around her neck and in her ears were freshwater, eggshell colored pearls to "accentuate the lavender" is what Ino also said. The thin straps of her nightgown barely lifted her ample cleavage and when Hinata questioned Ino about it, Ino flatly told her, "That's the point". Her jet-black hair shimmered from the light in Naruto's bedroom, and the tendrils flowed over her shoulders and down her back like a dark, heavy curtain of curls. She looked like a princess, a sexy, alluring princess. Now she only hoped she can endure this one night in successfully seducing her client.
"I… I wonder how long it'll be before he gets here," Hinata whispered as she clutched the freshwater pearls around her neck. Her ears perked immediately when she heard a raspy, male voice a few feet behind her call out to her.
"He's already here. Now turn around and let me see you. I wanna see if your front looks as good as your back."
Hinata fearfully gulped and gripped the pearls tighter for comfort. She thought she was ready for this, but she wasn't ready. She'll never be ready to do something as asinine as this. There's no way she could leave without suffering dire consequences and that's what prompted her to stay.
Everything afterwards happened in slow motion for Hinata. Her bare feet moved on their own accord to face the man behind the voice. Her eyes rested on his bare feet and traveled upwards, admiring the satin black pajama pants covering his legs. Hinata's eyes continued their journey to his bare chest and she licked her lips as she eyed his intricate belly tattoo and the hard planes of his abdomen, pectorals and the lean muscle of his arms. Finally resting her gaze on his face, Hinata took a step back as she was hit a wave of shock at his boyish handsomeness. The photograph didn't do him justice. Naruto Uzumaki was definitely the most attractive man she'd ever laid eyes on and her body lasciviously responded immediately.
The feeling of her warm, gooey essence sluicing down her thighs made Hinata's cheeks tinge pink with embarrassment. She wished she was wearing underwear to capture her nectar, but Ino forbade her, telling her the flimsy garment wasn't necessary, especially for someone like Naruto.
The way Naruto's sexy grin stretched his face only caused more of Hinata's molten liquid to pour from her center like an intimate waterfall. The palpitations of her racing heart increased dramatically and Hinata had to calm herself by gently breathing in order to slow the heartbeats. She was very much attracted to the man standing a few feet from her, that much she mentally admitted. But was she attracted enough to carry out her assignment?
"What's your name?" Naruto asked her.
Remembering her conversation with Ino about Tsunade giving her dolls nicknames, Hinata softly repeated the one bestowed to her. "C-Cin…" Quickly shaking her head to regain her composure, Hinata had to remember she was no longer the diffident, reserved woman who at times stumbled over her words. Tonight she was a seductress, something of a succubus on a mission to seduce Naruto and captivate him in any salacious way he wanted.
Moistening her parched lips with her tongue and releasing her hand from the pearls around her neck, Hinata's lids lowered in a way she prayed was tempting and sexy. Her curled lashes fluttered lightly, skimming gentle shadows over her cheeks. When her lips separated this time, her voice laced with velvet as she gave him her name. "Cinnamon. My name's Cinnamon."
Giving Hinata a hearty chuckle, Naruto took one step closer to his newest doll and asked, "Cinnamon, eh? So tell me,Cinnamon. Are you sweet or spicy?"
Rewarding him with her own cute, feminine giggles, Hinata answered, "I suppose I can be a little bit of both. But why don't you come over here and find out?"
"I gotta better idea." Naruto remained rooted in his spot and he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants. Rocking back and forth on his heels, his grin stretched and he told her, "Why don't you come here, stand in front of me and show me?"
Hinata didn't expect that response. She clutched at her necklace once more and took several deep breaths. She was losing character and her nervousness began to seep in again. Before she could make a fool of herself, again, her feet moved on their own accord. She padded towards the sexy restauranteur and reached out to him to tentatively palm his chest once she was flush against him.
"Please be gentle with me," she breathed. "It's my first time."

Dun, dun dun…!
I'm so evil! You guys are gonna have to wait until chapter 3 for Naruto and Hinata to screw each other's brains out! Ha,ha, ha!

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