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This one is for Cheryl!
You are the winningest SasuSaku
shipped I�ve had the pleasure to talk to!
^____^

It�s been a while since I wrote some SasuSaku,
and in honor of the fact that soon I�m going to be without a way to upload fics, I thought I would give all ya�ll a little gift before
I disappear to the land of the lurkers.
You can only hear that Tina Turner song so many times before ideas start
popping around in your head, I think.
Lucky for Sasuke, this is the one that had to
be written first. It just seemed so
right somehow.

So, enjoy the SasuSaku love. As always, it�s got a little plot and a
little sex, but all together I find it pretty entertaining and I hope you do
too.

NOTE: This is AU in
the sense that I�m assuming Team 7 is still together, Sasuke
didn�t leave, and that they continue to develop their relationship with one
another without getting much of anywhere.
Personally, I think Sasuke would make a move on
Sakura before they turned 19-20, but meh. It�s fanfiction. Whatever.

Disclaimer: I don�t
own anything, really, and especially not Naruto.

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Private Dancer

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She looked around once more, at the bored looking women
putting on makeup and tried not to feel intimidated by her.
. . noticeable lack in certain important areas. The club owner, when he had first looked at
her, had commented rather unkindly:

�Nice legs, but she�s got no tits!�

A withering glance and the clink of kunai as she began to
pull them from the pouch at her hip made his eyes go wide even as he was informed
that tonight Sakura would only be here for a certain guest and that no
questions were to be asked and nothing else would be demanded of her. She could take care of herself, but the
almost fatherly attention the elderly gangster gave her was reassuring. Tsunade�s
underworld contacts from her gambling years weren�t all bad, and in this case
they were downright invaluable. For
example, how else could she be accepted into a �gentlemen�s club� without any
questions? Particularly when she had no
experience stripping, and, as the man had unkindly pointed out, did not have
the assets to attract men�s eyes.

This was all for the mission, she told herself, and felt
grim determination overcome her almost overwhelming apprehension about what she
was about to do. After all, the rest of
her team didn�t think she could contribute to their information gathering, but
she knew better. As Kakashi,
Naruto, and Sasuke had
pointed out, (and she agreed) the world in which they were briefly visiting was
not one in which women were treated with much respect unless those women had a
few scars. Sakura might be strong, but
she did not radiate an intimidating presence automatically. It only happened when she was in heightened
emotional states, and then she would just be a powder keg ready to go off. They couldn�t risk scaring their target like
that.

Enraged at being left out of the team effort, Sakura had
approached Tsunade with advice as to how she might
not only show up her team but be useful in the mission. Tsunade was game
for helping her young prot�g� stick it to her companions, and gave her a name
and an address four towns over. Sakura
had left that night, armed to the gills just in case, and ready to face Tsunade�s mobster friend alone. As it turned out, he was a jolly fellow, more
like a grandfather really, and she watched his chins jiggle when she told him
what she intended to do the next morning.

�Little girl,� It
would have been more insulting if it weren�t for the fact that all the people
she had seen him speak to in the room were given equally condescending
epithets, �I�ll refer you to my information man. He�ll know the guy you�re trying to find, I�m
sure, plus any other little tidbits you might find useful.� This was followed by lots of questions about Tsunade and her current condition. The glint in the man�s eye told Sakura that
the large man probably carried a torch for the artificially young Hokage and Sakura stowed that information away in her brain
carefully as she tried not to give away too much about Tsunade�s
current lifestyle and responsibilities.

It was several hours later when Sakura was finally able to
extract herself from the inquisitive boss and have herself directed to where a
man with graying hair was busy scribbling notes down onto notepads arrayed
about a large room. Boys and girls,
urchins really, jetted into the room, dropped off packets of paper and ran out
again almost as fast as any ninja.
Sakura managed to get the man�s attention, and he grabbed her hand with
ink covered fingers. She had to stop
herself from snapping the man�s wrist for his presumption, but after looking
her palms over he directed his gaze to her face and nodded.

�What do you need to know?�

�I would like to know anything useful you could tell me
about the lifestyle habits of a man named Kin the Jackal.� She spoke clearly, watching his eyes blink
rapidly behind his spectacles. He leaned
back on his heels and hissed out a slow breath before he snapped his fingers
and opened up a filing cabinet. The
eccentric man leafed quickly through his papers and pulled out a manilla file folder.
Sakura reached for it, but he snatched it away, shaking his finger at
her in a scolding gesture.

He sat and Sakura stayed standing while he took a magnifying
glass to the mysterious text. After a
few minutes he looked up at Sakura and nodded again. �I have it.
What do you need from him?�

�How could someone like me speak to him? Immediately.�

The little man looked down and traced a finger over some
words Sakura couldn�t read from her position, then he blinked myopically,
cleaned off his glasses and examined her in a way that made her feel inclined
to slap him.

�There�s no helping it.�
The little man wrote down something on a piece of notebook and tore it
out with a practiced flourish. �Give
this to the guard posted outside of that door and he�ll take you where you need
to go. There�s no other way, I imagine,
that you could talk to him within any other acceptable time frame, keep that in
mind. Good bye.� He waved her away and turned back to his
original work.

Sakura looked at the strange shorthand on the paper and
wandered out of the dry room that smelled of wet ink and dust. The guard looked down, his oily hair shining
under the harsh lights, and gave her a funny look.

�Says here I�m supposed to take you to a part of town that
good girls like you shouldn�t be in, little missy.�

She didn�t think anything of it, at the time. Of course the Jackal lived in a bad part of
town. That�s why Sasuke,
Kakashi, and Naruto had
tried to keep her out of this mission.
The memory of their protectiveness enraged her anew.

�I can handle whatever is over there, don�t you worry. Just get me there.�

Oh how she would eat those words.

The garish sign above the door declared that there were �girls,
girls, girls� within.
Sakura had a feeling that she wasn�t going to like what was about to
happen. True to form, when they walked
around to the back and breezed past the bouncer who nodded slowly at her
escort, she tried not to let her blind fear ooze from her pores. What was she expected to do to get this guy�s
attention? What was she willing to do to
prove her point in the mission?

It turned out this was one of the classier strip joints in
this particular part of the red light district.
The guard explained to the owner, who crouched down with the look of
mangy alley dog expecting to be hit when he saw the distinctive markings of the
gang on her escort�s jacket. While she
stood there, she was informed at the same time the owner was, exactly what it
was she was going to be doing.

�This young lady needs to contact a certain man who visits
here every third day. He goes by the
name �Jin� and he always rents a private room.
All that my esteemed boss asks of you is that you put this young lady in
here instead of one of your girls, and provide her with anything she needs to
perform for this �Jin�.� Sakura forced
her eyes not to bug out of her head. She
was doing what where now?!

The jumpy little man got an ugly sneer on his face, and
stroked his bald head nervously. �I
don�t want any trouble. I pay good money
to your boss to keep trouble out of my establishment, and I don�t need to deal
with any cops or dead bodies or what have you. . .� He shrank further down into himself when her
escort gave him a glare that could have withered plants.

�There will be no trouble.
And you will ask no questions.
Right now the only one here in danger of bringing trouble to your. . . establishment,�
The word was said in a growl. �is you. Are we
clear?�

�Crystal.� The man
looked her over, his buggy eyes eating her up in a way that made her want to
take a shower. �Nice legs on her, but
she�s got no tits! Who�s going to
believe she�s one of my girls?!�

Sakura had kunais halfway out of
her pouch when she saw the knife gleaming against the man�s throat. She was liking this
guard more and more. With people like
this working for him, not wonder Tsunade had
recommended this boss so highly. �No
questions. She dances. By all means be difficult if you want to die.�

�No problem. We�ll
set her up just great. No
problems!� He blubbered and his weak
chin quivered. The knife disappeared in
a flash and the guard smiled, straightening his jacket.

�I�m glad we reached an understanding. Good luck, miss.� He bowed to her and took his leave. She was on her own now.

The owner, who introduced himself as Yuta
gave her a quick rundown of what she was going to do. He would pencil her in under the name �Rose�
for the room and time that the Jackal always requested and she would be
responsible for getting herself dressed and there. He wasn�t going to interfere with her, true,
but he wasn�t going to help her either.
Sakura would have the run of the place until she left, which was to be
right after whatever she needed to do was done.
Before he could brush her off and pretend that she didn�t exist, Sakura
made sure that he knew he was dealing with a ninja. She didn�t do anything to directly harm him,
just a bit of property damage.

He had only wet himself a little.

Curiosity overcame her horror as she walked back into the
dressing area that the women shared.
There were racks of costumes, tables with mirrors and makeup on them,
and a whole gaggle of bored looking women, most of them smoking. Sakura came over and introduced herself as a
new addition, hoping her acting skills would be sufficient to convince them
that she was actually trying to become a stripper.

Most of the women, in their dressing gowns, with hair
stringy and makeup not yet on, gave her contemptuous looks. A few gave her looks of pity. One finally responded to her overture of
friendliness.

�What are you doin� here, hon?� Her honey
blond hair didn�t look natural, and Sakura had never seen such full lips on
another human being. Sakura wondered if
she had gotten some sort of saline injection for that.

�Oh you know. I. . .
I needed to make some money. You know
the way it is. . .� She had no
idea. Her natural skill for making up
stories finally kicked in. �I know I�m a
little atypical for it, and I�m only nineteen, but if I don�t do well tonight I
can�t land this job. . . and my two little boys will
starve.� She thought of Naruto and Sasuke and mentally
snickered. As much as Sakura didn�t want
to deceive this woman who was being nice to her, she needed to be accepted if
she was going to get any help.

�You have kids?� As
soon as the blond said it, several of the women perked up. �Got any pictures?� The women were looking at her with eyes now that
were more pitying than cold.

Sakura faltered, her eyes darting to the floor. �N-No.�
She tried to make a comeback.
�But they are the most adorable boys you�ve ever seen. Why Naruto has the
most beautiful blue eyes, just like his father, and Sasuke�s hair just can�t be kept down no matter how much I
brush it.� It was so easy to pretend
like they were little kids again because in a lot of ways they were still those
kids she had grown up with. She thought
of Sasuke, and sighed. �You know how hard it is to keep a job when
you�re this young.�

A small group of women banded around her, and a few showed
her pictures of their own lovely children.
Sakura felt guilt wash over her anew as she realized that a lot of these
women really had been in a situation like she had pretended to be in. Steeling herself, she reminded her inner self
that this was a mission, and a shinobi needed to be
professional.

So she asked for advice.
And boy did she ever get it.

In another few hours the women were going on stage, and the
four that promised to help her said that if she just served drinks for a while
and watched the women do their routines then she�d have some idea of how she
was supposed to act. They didn�t know
what she thought this was all about, but they wanted Sakura to be confident and
have a few tricks up her sleeve. Sakura
promised them she was a fast learner.

After a flurry of clothes and makeup, Sakura found herself
dressed in far less than she even wore to bed.
The heels were too high and she had to remind herself not to overbalance
should she need to do anything particularly dexterous and sudden, like. . . walking.
Along with the black stilettos there was the skirt that didn�t quite
cover her behind, in dark green, and the festive red flower top. It had large roses all along the top,
complimenting her pink hair and her fake name and also serving to hide her lack
of bust size. It was a halter top so her
arms were bare, along with her legs, but she had enough room to stuff in a
kunai or two. She sat through a makeover
and caught glimpses of her heavily made up face with a feeling of unreality.

Too soon the club was open and Sakura was exposed in what
felt like a rather literal way, to the outside world. On the bright side of things, most of the
patrons who entered barely gave her a look they were so intent on the women who
paraded down the runway to nearly bare it all. Sakura took a few orders, but after a while
stopped doing her job to watch the women and take notes in her head. If she looked at it clinically,
professionally, then she could do this.
In the same way she memorized jutsu with such
efficiency, she turned her powerful mind to memorizing dance moves. It didn�t take long to put together a
repertoire in her mind, and when the time came for her to dance she felt as
ready as she would ever be for this.

�The room�s ready. Do
you have music?� The owner came and
found her, giving her a considering glance now that she had been transformed
with the help of those oddly matronly women, and an ever present under girding
of fear keeping him respectful.

Sakura wanted to smack herself. Of course she didn�t. �No.
Just put on anything. Something
with a fast beat.�

She hadn�t been out on the floor for some time, and she
didn�t know when the Jackal came in, but she assumed that he was there if she
was going to the room as planned. Her
heart beat in her throat. This wasn�t
what she had had in mind when she had told herself she was going to prove how
innovative and useful she could be on missions.
But it was too late to get cold feet now, her mind screamed
encouragements and insults in turn as she marched into the room and heard her
heels clack against the polished runway floor.
Her skin gleamed under the harsh lights from all the oil that she had
spread on it. It looked like the lights
were so bright that she wouldn�t even be able to see her audience, but that was
for the best. If she pretended no one
was there, this would be much easier.
The pole at the far end, closest to the chairs, looked too smooth but
her sweaty palms seemed to be able to grip it just fine.

You can do this! You�ll knock him dead. Her inner voice was back to encouragement for
the moment.

Her fingers fiddled with the edge of her skirt, and she
walked back to the door at the end of the runway, behind the red curtains. There was a small ante chamber with another
door, this one leading to the alley. It
was nice to know she could make a fast escape if she needed to, but
disconcerting to think that strippers needed this precaution at all. Were the men here that aggressive.
. .?

The blood drained from her face when she realized she didn�t
have a plan. What did she expect to do
to get the attention of this Jackal? She
needed to make contact with him after all, so that meant she needed to do more
than shake her body on a runway. The
women had said that she should probably give him a lap dance at the end if she
wanted a little extra money and to leave a strong impression. That would be the time to try to talk to him,
but she was no expert in seduction. From
her position in the small room she heard the door open and close in the main
room and a loud voice saying a muffled something followed by another voice
laughing.

There were multiple people with him? Is there any other way tonight wanted to go
wrong? Remember the lights, Sakura, she told herself. You
won�t be able to see him at all. And if
worse comes to worse you can just wait until the next time he comes in. . . right?

Damn damn damn.

There was more discussion, and then the door slammed, and it
went quiet. Maybe some of them had
left. She peeked around and saw only one
form still in the room, arms crossed, waiting.
With a squint, she couldn�t make out much of his face, but he didn�t
seem to be dressed badly. Whatever that meant.

Deep
breaths. You can do this. You are a sex goddess who can manipulate men
without so much as breaking a sweat.
The inner laughter was too derisive to acknowledge after that little pep
talk. What was she thinking? She couldn�t flirt her way out of a paper
bag.

There was no more time to fret when the music started
up. She couldn�t even hear it, it pounded so loudly in her ears. All that was important was that there was a
beat and it was fast enough for her to dance to. The shoes were hurting her feet, but the
sudden rush of adrenaline helped numb her to everything except that overly lit
runway. Throwing aside the curtain she
had been hiding behind, she strode out with an exaggerated hip twitch that she
had seen one woman use. It flung her
small skirt back and forth, attracting attention down away from her small chest
to her long legs, flawless and muscular.
Thank the heavens for taijutsu training, she thought to herself.

She tried to narrow her eyes in a sexy manner and stick her
lip out in a pout, but in reality she was just squinting against the lights and
trying not to bite into the flesh of her lip any harder than she already had
before she came out. Boldly, she grabbed
the pole and swung around it, lifting one leg up high at the end of her dip and
arching her back sharply as she found her footing again. It was important to stay moving, like a
shark, the women had told her. The pole
was a good prop, and Sakura found that it was easy to move even in the
stilettos with it to grab onto. So she
worked the pole, rubbing against it, twisting her body around it, and even at
one point snaking out her tongue as if to lick it but stopping just short.

It was getting easier, and she was starting to kind of enjoy
it. Dancing wasn�t something she got to
do very often except when she bopped around in her apartment by herself, and
this was freeing in a strange and primal sort of way. She had almost forgotten that there was
someone else in the room. Sadly, once she
did remember him, she realized that she needed to get closer. So, abandoning the pole, Sakura slunk forward
and turned around so that she could trace her hands around her thighs and
calves while bending forward.

That act succeeded in doing a couple things, the first being
that she once again called attention to her attractive legs, but she also
exposed the thong she had been subjected to when the skirt pulled up to reveal
everything. The kunai clicked in her
tube top, almost falling out, and she stood up abruptly to keep them from
falling out. To distract from the
abruptness of her motion she ripped off the skirt, which did little to cover
her at any rate, and then got on her hands and knees to make it over to where
the Jackal was sitting.

Sakura hit the edge of the stage, and swung her legs over
the side to plant a heel on the table by the chair in which her single audience
member sat. Slowly her eyes adjusted to
the light, and she got ready to begin whatever she could think up for a lap
dance when dark molten eyes startled her out of her act and back into something
far too real for Sakura to be able to cope with it. Suddenly, she looked down at herself, at her
wide spread legs, tiny black panties, and tiny flower studded top, and blushed a color far deeper than her hair but just shy of the
roses on her shirt.

�S-Sasuke. . .� her voice quavered
while her body continued to insist that none of her muscles could possibly be
persuaded to move.

�Sakura.� He looked mesmerized, and had to break eye
contact with her before he managed to say anything further. �What are you doing here?�

There was a lot she wanted to say: being useful,
contributing to the mission, something she wished she hadn�t. . . . but all she could think to choke out was. . . �Giving you a
private dance, it would seem.�

They were silent and her chest continued to heave from
exertion and embarrassment. The music
covered up their thoughts, and Sakura tried to collect herself but was thrown
off balance again when she was getting up and Sasuke
continued.

�Isn�t there more?�
His smirk was charged with something dark, something greedy. �You usually prepare more thoroughly for
missions than this.�

Flabbergasted, her heel slid off the smooth surface of the
table as she miscalculated how much weight she had been resting on it, and
Sakura went tumbling off the edge of the stage and right onto Sasuke�s lap. He
made no move to help her or touch her.

Sakura�s skin was damp with sweat and she was sticking to
his clothes, but more importantly than that, something hard was pressing at her
thigh. If this was the way he was going
to play it, she was game. There had been
hugs before this, even a chaste kiss on the forehead once, and all the little
hints that he wanted more from her, but he had never asked and she had stopped
throwing herself at him a long time ago.
But, maybe falling this time was ok.
She had wanted this, even dreamed of it a few times, (although perhaps
not the exact situation). Here, the
darkly handsome Uchiha was in between her legs and
asking her to continue dancing for him.
Sakura couldn�t think of any reason to say no. Not right now anyway, there would be plenty
of time for self recriminations that later.

Unwilling to meet his burning eyes again, she instead
removed the kunai that were still threatening to escape her top, and felt him
twitch below her as she pulled the two sharp objects from her scrap of
clothing. Once they were safely on the
table, she placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted her body off of his
lap. This was the part she hadn�t been
able to see any of the women do, so she wasn�t sure how it went. She made a few experimental undulations, but
not only had she broken out of the character she had entered when she had been
dancing before, but it was for more arousing to have the object of her lust and
affection right there with his body radiating tension.

As Sakura hesitated she was startled to feel hands sliding
up her oiled thighs, kneading the flesh, and pulling her back down to straddle
his lap. He leaned forward and she
swallowed harshly with a dry throat and closed her eyes. Sasuke�s hair
brushed her cheek as he leaned towards her ear.

�What if it hadn�t been me here? What would you have done, Sakura?�

The heat spreading through her body starting where his hands
touched her and moving to her center made her mind foggy, but a part of her
brain alerted her to the fact Sasuke was saying
something she needed to respond to.

�I would have thought of something,� The fluttering breaths
she took seemed to be exciting him as he gripped her harder. �You don�t give me enough credit. None of you do.�

Her eyes were still closed as she felt a puff of breath and
the whisper of hair across her cheek again.
Sasuke�s mouth had to be so close because she
felt the caress of air on her lips as he responded. �You�re right, I never thought you�d do
something like this. . . we�d do something like this.�

Sakura opened her eyes to find him so close, too close. �What were you waiting for?� Defending her ability as a ninja had fallen
to the wayside of her mind. Her glossy
lips parted, but she refrained from moving that last inch to bring them
together with his.

�It doesn�t matter.� Sasuke
captured her mouth harshly and sucked at her lip, his hands smoothing their way
up her thighs then back until they were under her shirt, only to have one trace
around her ribs and begin to massage her breast. Sakura groaned and arched into his touch,
breaking their contact at the lips. Her
legs wrapped around him and locked behind the chair, pushing her center into
his erection once again.

She had been waiting for this ever since she had hit
puberty, and damn it all she was going to enjoy it. A fire lit in her eyes as she pulled his hand
away and smiled devilishly as she opened up his shirt, slowly, exposing his body
to touch and taste. Eventually he seemed
to tire of not participating and attacked her exposed neck with his tongue and
teeth. Sasuke
thrust up at her instinctually and she worked at taking off his belt while he
was engrossed in stimulating every nerve in her neck.

There wasn�t anything she could take off of him, now,
without getting up off of his lap for a while, and she got his attention by
forcibly pushing him back from exploring her body. He had been resistant, but seemed to realize
what she intended and finally disengaged with a smirk. They both stood and he pulled off the belt without
breaking eye contact with her. Sakura
found herself almost as helpless as if he had used his
sharingan on her.
He looked down briefly to begin unfastening his pants, and that�s when
Sakura finally found her muscles working again.

Playfully, she jumped back onto the stage and sauntered over
to the pole while he dealt with his clothes, looking back coyly at the man she
had left behind, only to find no one there.
A blur in her vision behind her turned out to be Sasuke,
who grasped her with a predatory sneer on his face. The boy was unnaturally fast.

�You�re not getting away from me. . .� he growled, and
before she knew what was happening, she found that her hands had been tied
above her head to the pole with his shirt.
How had he managed that? She
asked herself idly as she felt him sliding her thong down her legs, only to
trace up them as slowly as she had before in her dance. The music thundered around them. It would drown out just about any noise they
might make, she realized though she was well past the point of blushing now.

Sasuke lifted up on of her legs at
the knee, coming in close and she felt something warm and firm brush her inner
thigh. Sakura snapped out of her
reflective daze and looked into the concentrated but pensive gaze of the Uchiha youth. Always so controlled, she thought to herself, though it was a control she had cracked
tonight. With a nod, she gave him
permission, and he surged into her body, pushing her back onto the cool metal
of the pole.

Despite his obvious eagerness, he went slowly, and Sakura
wobbled a little on her one heel still planted on the ground. When her knee began to give way because of
the aching pleasure building in her from his calculated thrusts, first her
bound arms caught her from sinking to the ground and then Sasuke
supported more of her body as well.

Using the pole as leverage, she did her best to meet his
pace, and Sasuke�s breathing became ragged as they
continued. It was unique, to feel so
stretched and full, and yet still be incomplete, but Sasuke
had the patience and endurance to bring her completion and with a toss of her
sweaty hair Sakura cried out. Sasuke pushed into her a few more times before grunting out
something she couldn�t hear over the pounding of the music, and clutched at her
body with shaking arms.

Panting, locked together, Sakura let her mind drift a little
longer. Sasuke
brushed some hair back from her face, a ghost of a smile playing over his lips
while she untied herself. It was an easy
enough task for a ninja, and he hadn�t tried terribly hard to tie her up. It had done its job, and she handed him his
shirt with a sheepish grin. They pulled
apart finally, and Sasuke took his wrinkled shirt
back with a nod.

They put their clothes on, though it took Sakura
considerably less time, and the music finally shut off just as she was combing
her fingers through her hair to try to get it back in order.

�You could have stopped me.
At the very beginning, when you saw it was me up there dancing.�

Sasuke was turned away from her,
buttoning his shirt. �I know.�

�Why didn�t you?�

He stood there, still buttoning his shirt, and Sakura
thought that it might just be one of those things the Uchiha
prodigy would leave as a mystery. Gladly,
she was mistaken. �If your fantasy came to life, would you
argue?� The poker face her wore was back
on when he turned to her. �Get your real
clothes on. Kakashi
and Naruto have probably finished interrogating Kin
in the alley out back.�

�I don�t know maybe I�d be more help if I went out like. .
.�

�No!� He exclaimed,
and then cleared his throat and tried to act as if he hadn�t yelled that
out. �I think your regular outfit will
be suitable.�

Warmth blossomed in her heart, complementing the post orgasmic
glow that surrounded her. �I�ll be right
out. You go ahead.� He nodded, seeming to be glad to escape
before Sakura noticed the blush spreading over his cheeks.

Sakura watched Sasuke exit the
room and she picked up the kunai off the table and spun them idly in her
hands. She may have failed in what she
wanted to do for the mission, but all things told she was pretty happy with the
evening as a whole. With a whistle, she
left the room and her brief career as a stripper behind her.

Of course, for one particular boy, she could always do an
encore.
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