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Claim Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
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TopazDragon: Indeed, most fics I've read that involve a similar plot involve the girl going into the stripper role, so I decided to shake things up a bit. You seem to be liking the piece so far, and for that, I'm glad.
kit: This fic will be a little focused. I want that forward momentum, so yeah, there won't be any sudden scene shifts back to Konoha. If the demand is significant enough, I might consider writing other scenes, but I'll post them as separate entries.

“Open it a little more. You’re supposed to be a slut, remember? And you should use a darker shade of red for your lipstick.”
“I’m supposed to be somewhat flirty, but not too slutty,” Haruno Sakura replied irately to the dog-nin across the room. “I’m supposed to fear losing you since you’re my gold mine, so I won’t be sleeping around,” she explained. The kunoichi sighed and undid one more button of her pink top to show more cleavage. She needed to look beautiful enough to be able to seduce information out of anybody should the need arise. She tied her long brown hair into a ponytail and silently mulled about how it didn’t look all that bad. It complemented her eyes, she thought.
The journey to the village of Hachimitsu took just a little over three days and was a quiet one. Sakura never did try to apologize again after being turned down by the dog-nin. Kiba never explained himself either, so the two jōnin were left to mull over things without the other’s input. There were times when they were taking baths or were changing clothes that their eyes would take in the naked image of the other before meeting in a smoldering gaze, want, need and lust undeniable. It took the kunoichi every ounce of strength not to jump the dog-nin; she was pretty sure it was the same for him. Their pride won over their lust time and again, and so, the two were left to pleasure themselves. Whenever the raven-eyed ninja would disappear for too long, the pinkette was sure that he had gone off to masturbate, and this would cause her body heat to surge. Images of that night in the woods would come to her unbidden—Kiba’s muscular and sweaty body undulating as he pleasured himself to a mind-blowing and visually spectacular climax. She would rub herself raw at these images, whimpering at how insignificant her fingers felt compared to the dog-nin’s assets. Nonetheless, she made do with what she had, and she made it a point to be done before the dog-nin arrived from his own activities. She knew they both knew what had happened but they acted as if they didn’t; such was the complexity of a lover’s spat.
A few miles off the edge of Hachimitsu, the pair executed Tsunade’s trademark jutsu and proceeded to follow the open trail leading into the village. They suppressed their chakra and joined a small group of merchants in entering the gates as an added measure. They went on, aided by the cloak of night, confident that their entry was unnoticed. They rented a room in a cheap hotel closest to The Three Kings. Ever so cautious, they scanned the awful room for any spying jutsu or device. Satisfied, they turned in for the night. Kiba, ever the gentleman despite their misunderstanding, slept on the ratty couch while Sakura slept on the hard bed.
She looked at the tall jōnin who was styling his hair in front of a mirror. As he had executed Tsunade’s jutsu, he was now without tattoos. Sakura had to say that Kiba certainly looked different without the red triangles on his face. ‘But it doesn’t make him look any less handsome,’ she thought, blushing, ‘Damn! I want him so bad!’ Three cold nights spent alone had left the kunoichi aching physically. She shuddered with desire as her green eyes raked over his magnificent form. He had chosen to wear a collared shirt made of a thin white fabric that fit his body nicely, accentuating the majesty of his muscular torso. He also chose a pair of jeans that emphasized his ass and his bulge, not that they needed any further accentuation. Just like her, the dog-nin chose to wear no underwear. It fit the image they were trying to portray, they decided.
After putting on a pair of shoes, Kiba turned to her and raised both brows in askance. The medical-nin knew exactly what the look meant. She took a deep breath. ‘Focus!’ she thought. She stood up from the bed and walked to Kiba, who had ambled to the door.
Before opening the threshold, the dog-nin grabbed Sakura by the waist and pulled her flush against his tall frame, his hand caressing her abdomen through the thin cloth of her blouse. Kiba looked innocently at Sakura’s surprised face. “What? I’m being in character,” he stated.
An elegant brown brow arched.
The handsome jōnin was unable to suppress a slight yelp as the brunette suddenly groped his ass.
Their eyes met briefly, playfully. They both knew that the other had started to cool off. Not wanting their words to fail them and disrupt the “healing process,” they spoke no further. They would allow things to fall into place.
“Let’s do this,” Kiba told the medical-nin, groping further and occasionally bumping against one of Sakura’s breasts.
The brunette nodded, massaging the dog-nin’s toned buttocks underneath his jeans. ‘I’ve never thought about it, but I might actually enjoy this,’ Sakura mused.

“An’ why’d ya wanna see Kyoko-san?” asked the portly man guarding the entrance to The Three Kings. Sakura wrinkled her nose at the man. He had obviously been the one on duty last night and up to now, at ten o’clock in the morning, had not taken a bath. His black shirt had map-like stains of crystallized sweat, particularly around the armpits, and she could smell a faint pungent scent.
Kiba gestured cockily at his groin. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m gonna apply for a job here!”
The man’s eyes moved south and his jaw tightened ever so slightly. It was clear that he was trying to hide his awe at the monstrous bulge the dog-nin possessed. Acting tough and unimpressed, he looked at the brown-haired jōnin and said, “That’s it? I don’ think you’d make the cut, man.”
Sakura openly rolled his eyes and joined in on the conversation. “Don’t you have eyes? He’s bigger soft than most men are erect! Do you know how many people offered him money on our way here, huh? No less than a dozen!” And it was true. Though their hotel was only a couple of blocks away and the trek to The Three Kings was just a short one, Kiba had received a fair number of indecent proposals. It was somewhat unnerving how openly sexual the people in the area were.
The man eyed Sakura with interest. It didn’t take a genius to realize that he was mentally undressing the beautiful kunoichi. “And who’re ya?” he asked.
“Who am I?” The brunette grabbed the front of Kiba’s shirt and pulled him into a kiss, all the while stroking his hard length through his jeans. It was very passionate and heated. The couple intentionally made it exceedingly noisy and wet, their tongues moving and sliding almost to the point of exaggeration. When they finally separated, both were red-faced and panting from the lack of oxygen. The tall ninja’s manhood was even more prominent, straining violently against the front of his pants. After regaining her composure, Sakura continued, “I’m a woman who knows just what he’s capable of. Believe me when I tell you that this place’ll be earning a bucketful of money a minute if you take him in.”
The guard seemed to reconsider for a moment, stroking his chin and occasionally looking at one of the farthest corridors. Then, he smiled lecherously, licked his lips and said, “Ya know, I just might let ya through if…” He trailed off and sneered at his insinuation.
Within a split-second, she heard a cry of pain and found Kiba’s large hand on the guard’s forearm. The latter tried to slug the former, only to have his fist caught in the dog-nin’s palm. Sakura looked at the brown-haired jōnin face and realized that he was fuming. He twisted the guard’s arm, making the latter cry out in anguish. “Stop! Ah! Please!” cried the portly man. The dog-nin had become deaf with rage, apparently, as he twisted the arm some more. Just when Kiba’s force was close to the point of fracturing the guard, a high-pitched voice was heard.
“What the hell is going on here?” All three looked at the source of the voice.
Standing at the corridor entrance was a middle-aged woman. The woman’s lush black hair was put up into a bun with a few black and gold pins. Sakura could make out a few gray streaks here and there. Her face, though somewhat wrinkled with age, was decidedly beautiful. She wore a red kimono and though it was no match for one of Hyūga Hinata’s, it still looked quite expensive. Her obi was tied from the front. The medical-nin knew immediately what this entailed. The woman approached the group, elegance oozing with every stride.
“Kyoko-san,” mumbled the guard weakly, confirming Sakura’s suspicions. Kiba immediately let go of the man, allowing him to crumple to the floor.
“If you are here to bring trouble, then I must ask you to leave,” said Kyoko in a stern voice.
“Your gua—” started Kiba, anger lacing his voice.
Sakura interrupted immediately, not wanting this chance to go to waste. “We didn’t mean to cause such a commotion, Kyoko-san,” she said, bowing, “They simply had a… misunderstanding.”
The club owner looked at the whimpering guard with a raised brow. “I see.” She shifted her gaze to the couple and said, “So what brings you to my humble establishment?”
“I’m looking for a job,” said Kiba succinctly, thrusting his hips forward a little for emphasis.
Kyoko eyed the handsome jōnin from head to foot, stopping considerably somewhere in between. With a small smile, she said, “Hmm, you do seem to… measure up. Very well, then, follow me.” With a swish of the kimono, she began to walk towards the corridor she came from. The two ninja followed suit, leaving the guard to nurse his battered arm alone.
A comfortable distance away from Kyoko, Sakura whispered harshly to Kiba. “What the hell were you thinking!?” she hissed, “You almost blew our chances!”
“Well— He was— Oh, never mind…” replied the tall jōnin. Sighing, he walked a bit faster so that he wasn’t side by side with the medical-nin. He was obviously embarrassed.
Sakura knew his reasons very well, and she couldn’t help but smile and feel a bit giddy about it. She jogged a short distance, intentionally brushing a shoulder against the handsome man, who looked at her. Upon seeing the small smile her face bore, he smiled a little as well.
As she walked, Sakura began to examine the establishment named The Three Kings. ‘It really is quite well-made,’ she thought. The color theme for the club was black, navy blue and silver. There was a large bar at the right side of the establishment with a wide array of alcoholic beverages. Her excellent vision spotted a few expensive brands. ‘I wouldn’t mind trying out a few of those.’ The central region had several black-steel-and-shatter-proof-glass tables with matching cushioned seats with a leather finish. There was also some space left open as a dancing area. At the left, there was a lounge of sorts, with a few sofas, a central table and a few reading materials. And then there was the “entertainment” area. It was a huge semicircular elevated stage with a smaller circle within. There was a steel pole at the center of the smaller circle. There were similarly designed, smaller, less-elevated stages on either side of the “main stage.”
The couple passed a small key booth with a few stools beside it before entering the corridor. It was flanked by a total of eight rooms, four on each side, before leading up to a flight of stairs. Each of the doors bore a bronze plate with a name on it. “Daiki,” read one; “Kenta,” read another. It didn’t take a mind like Sakura’s or the hokage’s to figure out what these rooms were for. ‘So you pay for the key to an entertainer’s room, get escorted to the room by a guard, and enjoy,’ she deduced.
They came upon the flight of stairs and ascended. On the second floor was another corridor, wider than the one on the first floor and more lavishly decorated. There were three doors on this floor. ‘One for each king, huh? The rooms must be huge,’ Sakura figured. They walked past one of the doors and found the word “silver” engraved on what appeared to be a silver rectangular plate. She looked at the room across it and found “gold” engraved on a gold plate. ‘Whoa!’ she mentally exclaimed, ‘Pretty expensive taste!’ As they approached the room at the end of the corridor, the Platinum King’s room, she eyed the plate and felt the air leave her lungs. ‘Damn!’ she thought. She looked at Kiba. He had pretty much the same expression on his face.
There was another pathway to the left of the Platinum King’s door, at right angles with the main corridor of this floor and narrower. At the end of this room was a single room. ‘Kyoko’s, no doubt,’ Sakura figured. What was unusual was that the room was not guarded at all. ‘The woman must be one of three things: first, infinitely certain that no one would be able to pass her security below; second, infinitely sure that she could handle whatever came her way with her charms; or third, just plain stupid.’ Something told Sakura it wasn’t the last one.
As they came to the threshold, the older woman faced the medical-nin. “Your man and I will have to… discuss things privately,” said Kyoko, “Please come back later in the afternoon. I will leave your description to the guards so that they’ll let you through.”
Sakura felt jealousy rise up in her, but she suppressed it. ‘The mission, the mission…’ she kept reciting over and over in her mind. She simply smirked and said, “Okay, then. I’ll see you later, Jin.”
“Later, Mikoto,” said the dog-nin. The brunette turned around and began to walk back the other way. Kyoko opened the door and allowed Kiba to enter before going in herself. A faint click signalled that the older woman had locked the door.
When Kyoko turned around, she found that the handsome jōnin was standing in the middle of her lavish room, looking around with interest. She licked her lips as she slowly approached him from behind. ‘Just my luck!’ thought the raven-haired woman with glee, ‘It’s just been a couple of weeks or so since Kyosuke arrived and just almost a week since Kai did, and already my profits have more than doubled. Looking at this one, I think it’ll even triple, no, quadruple!’
She circled the tall man, eyeing him from head to toe and stopping considerably somewhere in between. Kiba’s eyes were on her as well, observing as she observed. “You know,” she said, “this would be much easier if there weren’t any… obstacles to my vision.” The brown-haired man merely smirked and began to divest. The older woman was unable to suppress a dreamy sigh as Kiba’s magnificent body was bared to her. She traced a bulging vein running across a strong arm, up and onto the vision of a broad and chiseled chest, and down to a set of defined abs. When Kiba pulled down his jeans, his infinitely hard manhood sprung free, causing the woman’s eyes to widen. ‘In all my years in this business, I’ve never seen one that big! And it looks rock-hard!’ she mentally exclaimed. She managed to keep her composure, though; her experience in the trade had enabled her to do so. She faced the man with a look of mild curiosity. Kiba merely smirked back and pumped his massive erection a couple of times, as if trying to prove that every inch was real.
After her eyes have had their fill of meat, Kyoko began to circle around the dog-nin once more. “The man you fought earlier was the strongest man I know,” she narrated, “and yet you defeated him so easily. These arms of yours must possess such strength.” As she said the last statement, she traced a prominent vein running across Kiba’s left arm. She followed it upwards onto a broad shoulder before finally resting on his well-developed pecs, at which point she was already embracing the dog-nin from behind. “Perhaps I should just hire you as a personal guard—one that would also attend to my personal… needs,” she whispered lustily into the handsome man’s ear as she rubbed her ample breasts through the fabric of her kimono against his back, all the while caressing his muscular chest.
Despite the erotic stimulation which many a man would die to receive, the dog-nin mentally cursed. He hated to admit it, but as much as he had prepared for this mission, this turn of events had never entered his mind as a possibility. ‘How will I convince her without being too forward?’ the dog-nin thought. As he was figuring out what to do, though, the ebony-haired woman continued.
“But I would have much more use for you as one of my models.”
Kiba let go of the breath he had subconsciously held.
“As one of my kings. Platinum, perhaps?”
Kiba mentally pumped a fist and hooted his glee.
Kyoko released him and walked a short distance so that she now stood in front of him. “Lie down on the floor.” Kiba did as he was told. “Given how my obi is tied, I’m sure you’ve figured out what I am, or rather, what I used to be,” she confessed. She untied her belt and allowed her kimono to fall unceremoniously to the ground. She wore nothing underneath.
‘It seems underwear is banned in this place,’ the dog-nin thought jokingly.
“I was an entertainer myself in my younger days—one of the best. Lords would wage wars against each other for my… expert attention. I have near legendary skills in controlling the muscles that matter.”
The brown-haired man had to admit, for a thirty- or forty-something woman, this Kyoko had a very nice body, with her ample breasts, smooth and blemish-free skin and delightful curves. Her claims about her “skills” certainly didn’t help, either, and despite himself, Kiba felt his thirteen-inch cock harden further and bob in anticipation.
The older woman approached Kiba like a hungry cat approaching an incapacitated mouse. “I must tell you,” she said as she aligned the dog-nin’s gargantuan manhood against her weeping opening, “that as with any other person in the field of business, I test the products myself to make sure they are top-notch.”
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