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Molasses	By : EroPrincess Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 14262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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Initially I wanted to rewrite Differences because I believed it wasn't gritty enough to be an urban romance. Then I decided I wanted to write a series of fics inspired by Differences. I can't say I'm actually going to go through with the plan, but at least I wrote this. (Heehee.) Let's call this fic a… remix of Differences, okay?

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.

Summary: Adult video star, Hinata Hyuga, encounters a fledgling underground kingpin, Naruto Uzumaki. Is it possible for a romance to blossom between two people from very different worlds?

This story will probably be (at the most) 3 chapters. It's pretty short, so don't expect much.

Story Rating – MA for drugs, violence, porn and other adult themes. Also this is an Alternate Universe.

Warnings: Extremely pornographic! Naruto and Hinata aren't Mister and Missus Dorky & Innocent in this story; so if you're looking for them, look somewhere else! And I don't have a beta-reader, so forgive any grammatical errors you may find.

Molasses

The wonderful feeling of his stiff cock sliding in between her soft breasts was nothing short of euphoric for him. His firm grip on her upper arms provided leverage as he continued to rapidly thrust in the pillowy confines of her glorious mounds.

With each shove of his dick pushing against her breasts caused lascivious moans and expletives of passion to escape his lips. He stood in front of her while she sat on the bed, holding her generous breasts, squeezing them together to keep him trapped in their confines.

"Shit! Oh, kami! Shit!" the man fervently groaned with every thrust of his cock in between her breasts. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

Panting heavily as she massaged her breasts along his hardened piece, the woman dramatically moaned, "Douzo (Please) cum for me. I'm ready." She looked up at the man with hooded lids and licked her lips, giving him a sensual smile and a come-hither stare.

Releasing her arms to grip the satiny strands of her hair, the man bit his lips, trying desperately to keep his body under control so he wouldn't cum too fast.

Amplifying her breasts massaging his stroking dick, the woman salaciously admitted with a smile, "I want to feel you dripping all over my breasts… and my face."

His body stiffened and he felt his sac tighten as the feeling of his orgasm made his nerves tingle and his toes curl. And in that moment, the man erupted like a geyser, jetting hot semen all over the woman's chest and her face, smothering her with his cum. "Ahhh!" he groaned in satisfaction while he looked down and smirked at the cloudy droplets of his jizz splattered over her face and boobs.

The woman followed the man's erotic sighs with her own lewd moans, their voices filling the room as they basked in the aftereffects of his orgasm, paying no mind that she didn't cum as well. Not that it mattered because—

"Cut!" a loud, male voice halted the couple's sex session as he directed the explicit sex scene. A loud bell sounded throughout the studio and the man peeled his now flaccid dick from the woman's breasts. The actor walked away from her, callously leaving her sitting naked on the bed, humiliated and covered in his semen as a stagehand handed him a robe and a bottle of water.

"Bunni-chan? You were fabulous as usual!" the movie's director, an aging, disgusting, glasses-wearing, lecherous pervert approached the actress and grinned naughtily at her. He gave the actress a wolfish whistle, lifting the underside of her breast, rubbing the soft (and dry) flesh there.

Giving the director a simple, tight nod, Bunni rose from the bed and politely accepted the towel and robe another stagehand offered her. She wiped the remnants of the actor's cum facial from her face and chest before covering her naked body in the robe. She declined the proffered bottle of water another stagehand tried to give her, wanting nothing more than to scrub her body and face with bleach and disappear from the set.

Hinata Hyuga sat at her vanity in her trailer cloaked in her lavender terry cloth bathrobe after a much-needed soak after wrapping up her final scene. She allowed her hairstylist to comb and dry her freshly washed hair while sipping a small glass of ice-cold, cinnamon-sugar vodka.

The actress was thankful the film's shooting was finally over. Her team has been filming this particular movie for a little over two months and they were readying the film for editing and mass consumption. However it was the month-long break that made Hinata truly thankful. She decided to vacation somewhere in the tropics, perhaps somewhere in Taki (Waterfall Village) to immerse herself in the breathtaking views of the crystal waterfalls and leafy, green foliage surrounding the land; anything to escape the cold city weather of Konoha until her return. Afterwards she was scheduled to attend a three-day adult video convention, followed by an awards ceremony, several photo shoots and magazine interviews, and to begin filming her upcoming movie The Last: No-Holds-Barred the Movie for the rest of the year.

Bunni Matsumoto, born as Hinata Hyuga, is the most successful adult film actress of her generation. Making the hasty decision to become an adult actress at the age nineteen, in just six years her career skyrocketed into the adult video atmosphere. She was one of the highest paid actresses and the most sought-after star, building a catalogue of blockbuster films such as Clash in the Land of Hos, The Lost Orgasm, and Boob Prison, all produced by the famous adult filming company, Makeout Paradise Productions.

Hinata's a beautiful woman… in an adorable sort of way. However it wasn't her round face, chin-length, jet-black bob, wide, pearlescent, lavender eyes, pert nose, full lips, or her smooth, pale skin that attracted fans to her work. No. The brunette beauty stood at 165.1cm (5'5ft), weighing 51.25kg (113lbs) with slim curves that sculpted her petite frame. It was her chest that pulled viewers in. Full, hefty E-cup breasts rested heavily atop her chest. Her generous breasts attracted male and female viewers alike, and her lavish curves made her a commodity in the adult video industry.

Nevertheless despite her salacious choice of career, Hinata always carried herself with poise, grace and regality. Her elegant composure stemmed from her aristocratic upbringing. She and her sister were raised by a single father in an affluent home engrossed in wealth and privilege. And yet Hinata's lavish background didn't deter her from choosing to become an adult video star. A decision she regrets to this very day, but helpless to change it.

Before she could mentally reflect about her career and past, Hinata's ears perked when someone called out to her. Her hairstylist turned off the hairdryer so it'll be easier for Hinata to hear.

"Matsumoto-sama? I finished preparing for your massage." A young woman with long brown hair and dark eyes spoke. She stood a few feet from the vanity, standing next to a massage table, and immediately the actress inhaled the sweet aromas of vanilla scented candles and patchouli oils wafting from a small bureau where they rested. She gave Hinata a respectful bow and Hinata nodded in acknowledgement.

Setting down her drink on a coaster on her vanity, Hinata thanked her hairdresser before replying, "Yes, I'll be right there."

"I'll be waiting, Matsumoto-sama." The masseuse stated before giving her employer another bow.

Rising from her chair, Hinata faced her hairstylist and said, "Leave us; and make sure I am not disturbed."

"Right away, Matsumoto-sama." The stylist turned to exit the trailer just as Hinata disrobed, revealing her pale, hairless, nude body to ready herself for her erotic massage. She desperately craved it and she knew her masseuse will easily relax her tired, aching muscles and give her the much-needed climax she richly deserved.

Tsunade sat behind her desk with a disinterested look on her face. Her elbow was perched on the smooth, wood surface and she cradled her chin in her palm, giving her favorite client a lazy gaze with her brown eyes. Furrowing her blonde brows which crinkled the purple, diamond-shaped tattoo on her forehead, Tsunade heavily sighed. "What is it now, Naruto?" she indolently asked with a slow roll of her eyes and a heavy sigh.

"Why else would I be here, Granny?" Naruto enthusiastically asked, his cheerful grin stretching across his face. He sat across from the older woman (although she appeared to be in her twenties thanks to extensive plastic surgery), rubbing his palms together as he anticipated on another night of hot, sweaty, hardcore sex with one of her famous 'dolls'.

It was the middle of the afternoon as they sat in Tsunade's large, opulent office. Floor-to-ceiling windows expanded the length of the wall behind where Tsunade sat, and the curtains pulled apart, revealing the simple, yet impressive view of downtown Konoha and allowing the mid-afternoon sunshine to brighten the office.

Madame Tsunade runs the largest underground escort service in the city of Konoha from The Dollhouse, with Naruto being one of her frequent, highest-paying customers. On the outside, the building they sat in appeared to be a simple, two-story, run-down gentleman's club with peeling gray paint and eroding bricks holding it up. However the inside was opulently decorated with three levels; each providing a different type of entertainment for Konoha's elite.

The lower level housed the strip club where men and women visit to relax their day-to-day worries away with The Dollhouse's impressive assembly of erotic dancers. The middle level was an ordinary sports and billiards bar, open to the general public. If one could afford to enter the lower level of The Dollhouse, they were more than welcome to intermingle with the sexy dancers. Nonetheless it was the upper level that brought in plentiful revenue to the businesswoman. It was the level that catered to Tsunade's escort service.

Only Konoha's elite were privy to the upper level of The Dollhouse. Invitation was the only way to be considered to gain access to the second floor. Entry to the second floor was blocked by a heavy, bolted steel door and two heavily armed female bodyguards protecting it. Once access was granted, the customer received an exclusive VIP card that allowed them entrance to the upper level to discuss business with Tsunade.

To access the second floor the client will display their VIP card to the bodyguards and one of them will unlock the bolted door. The door opens into a mirrored, brightly-lit elevator with cameras surreptitiously hidden in the small space. A swipe of the VIP card will take the client to the upper level. There the patron will meet two more female bodyguards and a search for weapons, cameras, phones, or anything that could be used against Tsunade to either incriminate her or harm her would immediately be confiscated. Once the customer's inside Tsunade's office, they'll sit and discuss conducting business with the Madame and choose from The Dollhouse's extensive database of escorts.

Konoha's public and underground A-listers frequently used Tsunade's escort services. Politicians, actors, business owners, city workers and crime lords benefited handsomely from The Dollhouse's escort amenities. So anonymity and secrecy was an absolute must in order for business to run smoothly and effectively, otherwise her entire empire would crumble and fall apart, many identities would be exposed, families ripped apart and criminal charges filed.

Straightening her posture in her leather desk chair, Tsunade narrowed her eyes and gave her favorite client a bored once-over.

In his mid-twenties, Naruto Uzumaki stood at 182.88 cm (6-feet), easily towering over the hardened Madame. His countenance is warm, open and friendly, fitting his vivid personality immensely. He smoothed his palm over his cropped, blond hair, trying as best as he could to flatten the short strands. When he realized his hair was a hopeless case, Naruto scratched one of his whiskered cheeks, chuckling lightly at Tsunade.

Widening his blue eyes with excitement, Naruto leaned forward in his seat and told her, "I have an important party to attend tonight. I need a top-notch doll to help me seal this business deal."

Before Tsunade could respond, Naruto held up his palm to prevent her from talking.

"And I'm not talking about your usual dolls. I need someone top-tier; a knockout who'll turn this deal in my favor, y'know?" Naruto relaxed in his chair again and laid his arms on the armrests.

Drumming her fingers on her desk, Tsunade's brown eyes brightened as the perfect doll came to mind. She immediately ceased her drumming and said, "I have someone in mind, but she's very costly because she usually works for me only a few times a year whenever her calendar's vacant. She's not listed on my roster. It just so happens she's on a month-long break from her career, so I know tonight she's available.

"But I must warn you she only engages in business with elite high-end clientele. Her rate is much more expensive than the usual rate the other dolls charges because her services are limited and exclusive." Swiveling in her desk chair from side-to-side, Tsunade kept her pointed gaze on Naruto, trying to gauge any reaction from him. So far his face was relaxed, stoic and unreadable, so she continued.

Leaning a little closer towards him, in a lowered voice Tsunade informed Naruto, "She doesn't charge by the hour because her fees are exorbitant. Her nightly fee is ¥2,268,800 ($20,000), her weekly fee is ¥13,612,800 ($120,000), and her monthly fee is ¥56,719,950 ($500,000)." The Madame's lips began to quiver upward in a gentle, knowing smirk when beads of sweat began to appear on Naruto's forehead.

"I know your business is thriving, but I am uncertain if you can afford her, Naruto."

It was true; he's only been selling drugs for three years, but ever since Naruto made the choice to distribute contraband throughout the city of Konoha, his amicable, yet rambunctious approach to conducting business allowed him to swiftly climb the underground ladder to success in record time. And it was the reason why he needed a high-class doll to help him make his upcoming business deal successful. If tonight's deal went as planned, Naruto would rule the entire underground drug trade, making him extremely wealthy and powerful. No one would be able to stop him. Escorting the perfect girl on his arm could make or break the deal. And if tonight's deal went in his favor, he was determined to celebrate the transaction's success with sizzling, passionate sex.

Slouching in his chair, Naruto tilted his head and matched Tsunade's pointed gaze with his own. He was tempted to make a spectacle of himself in her office, but he did request a top-tier doll, so he had to pay the price. "For more than two-million yen a night she better be the best I ever had, Granny. Because no pussy is worth that much."

Giving her favorite client a genuine smile, the Madame assured Naruto, "I can guarantee you will not be disappointed with her services. She's worth every coin. Nonetheless you wanted a top-tier doll, and she's the best you're going to get, Naruto. But if her rates are too extravagant, then I can send you one of my usual dolls."

Releasing a heavy, dramatic sigh, Naruto reached inside his blazer and pulled out a few stacks of bills. Setting half the nightly amount on Tsunade's desk, he told her, "I'll have one of my men forward you the rest."

Tsunade tossed one of her blonde ponytails over her shoulders and tilted her head at her favorite client. Normally she'd never allow a customer to pay half the fee upfront and the rest of the money later. But she knew Naruto was true to his word. Plus she held a soft spot for the rambunctious blond—not that she'll ever admit it to him.

"If this deal goes wrong because—"

Tsunade cut Naruto off before he could finish as she gathered the bills from her desk to count the money. "It won't. Give me details about the party and I'll forward her the necessary information about tonight's festivities and where to meet you. This particular doll will exceed any expectations you have of her. I promise you."

Standing from the chair and dusting lint from his orange blazer, Naruto admitted, "I have a lot invested in tonight, Granny. Your word isn't enough to pacify me."

Tucking the money safely in her large, silicone-pumped breasts, Tsunade lifted a delicate, blonde brow, tapped her fingers together and smiled, "But her services will."

Hinata's eyes focused on her CloudPad mini tablet, reading the text underneath the picture of her newest customer. The text was peripheral data stating his name, birthday, his likes and dislikes. Earlier this afternoon Madame Tsunade sent the actress information about her latest client to attend an impromptu event. So Hinata sat at the bar in a lavish hotel that evening waiting for her date to arrive. She sipped a chilled glass of cinnamon whiskey and admired the visage of the man pictured on her tablet.

Taking another sip of whiskey, Hinata hummed appreciatively as she nodded approvingly at the man's profile.

He was handsome, much more handsome than the men she's worked with on set and during previous escort hookups, the actress mentally admitted. His boyish countenance, bright cerulean eyes, friendly grin, close-cut blond hair and distinctive whisker marks that adorned his cheeks automatically made him stand out from any other man she's slept with. A warm tingle spread from her belly down to her lower regions and Hinata knew it wasn't from the alcohol she currently nursed.

Looking at this man's picture caused her body to instantaneously react; her heartbeat gradually increased while she exhaled shallow pants. The onyx-haired beauty took another sip of whiskey in hopes to cool her temperature as her body began to perspire. Rotating her hips in the barstool she sat in, Hinata closed her eyes and imagined the two of them together sharing one of the luxury hotel rooms, her body grinding on top of his as she rode him into oblivion.

Ceasing her bodily movements, Hinata opened her eyes and placed her glass atop the coaster in front of her and swiped the screen to the next page. There she read the text for the millionth time giving details about tonight's party. "Hmm… I wonder what Uzumaki-san's like?" she whispered to herself. "Madame Tsunade has put a lot of faith in me to help him close this deal. But I wonder if I'll actually be of any assistance to him."

A loud ding rang in Hinata's ears and a popup message appeared on her screen, alerting her that her nightly fee was deposited into her account. Minus the 15-percent Madame Tsunade deducts for her services.

"Is something wrong, Hinata-sama?"

Hinata turned to her right in the direction of the male voice and she gave the man sitting next to her a gentle smile. "Everything's fine, Ko. I was merely thinking aloud."

Ko Hyuga was once her father, Hiashi Hyuga's personal assistant before he passed away. After Hiashi's death Ko decided to work as Hinata's assistant to keep watch over her and ensured she remained safe. He served as her manager-slash-personal bodyguard, chauffeur, and catered to anything Hinata needed without question, complaint or disdain.

Ko was the only person who used to be affiliated with Hiashi who still supports and respects Hinata. The moment she became an actress, her father, older cousin Neji Hyuga and younger sister, Hanabi Hyuga all abandoned her. Then her father died and—

"Are you concerned about Naruto Uzumaki?" He sipped sake from a wine glass as he patiently waited for Hinata's response, unknowingly disturbing her thoughts.

Closing the leather case that contained her mini tablet, Hinata slipped the case inside her clutch and fastened it before answering Ko. "It's normal to be a little anxious before meeting a new client, right?"

"You have a point."

Together they sat in silence nursing their drinks until someone approached Hinata, instantly recognizing her.

"Hey! Kami-sama! It's you! You're Matsumoto-chan! Holy fuck, man! I'm your biggest fan!" An exuberant dark-haired fan exclaimed at Hinata, flaring his arms in hysterics.

Hinata rose from her seat to respectfully bow to her self-proclaimed biggest fan. Everyone she meets tells her the same thing and she was flattered and humbled each time she heard the phrase. "Good evening. And I'm highly appreciative you're a fan of my work."

"Kami-sama!" he repeated excitedly. "And it's true what they say! You're so polite and proper! Wow!"

Hearing his compliment caused Hinata's cheeks to slightly darken as she blushed. She gave the man a genuine smile and thanked him, "Arigato gozaimasu (thank you very much)."

Reaching in the pocket of his dark slacks, the fan retrieved a pen and a worn piece of paper. Eagerly handing the items to Hinata, he asked, "Can I have your autograph? Douzo (Please)?" Before Hinata could answer, he reached for his cell phone clipped to his belt and asked for a picture as well.

By this time Ko stood from his barstool and approached the two. Standing behind Hinata, he told the man, "She's able to sign your autograph, but absolutely no photographs."

It was imperative to Hinata no one had visual proof she was here tonight. While signing autographs for fans was harmless, the irreparable damage that could possibly be done if someone actually had pictorial evidence of her being here, especially if they knew of the actual reason, could possibly harm her career and expose her client. She didn't want to take any chances because Makeout Paradise Productions didn't know of her secret career as an escort. Therefore Ko suggested if fans recognized her at the hotel and approach her, she's allowed to sign autographs, but not engage them in any photographs or video. Hinata agreed. And before they took their trip upstairs to the penthouse suite party, that is whenever Naruto Uzumaki decided to arrive, Ko would have to make sure to confiscate any video evidence of Hinata entering the hotel's lobby. It was absolutely amazing to Ko the power money had over people, and the privilege Hinata was afforded because she was rich.

The fan was determined to protest, however Hinata gave him a sweet smile that instantly silenced his objections. "Who do I make it out to, sir?" she asked as she laid the paper on the bar and began to scribble in shorthand.

"Satoshi," the brunet stated gleefully. He returned Hinata's smile with one of his own and graciously accepted his autograph when she handed him back his paper and pen. Giving the actress an appreciative bow, Satoshi exited the bar with a cheerful grin stretching his face.

Sitting in her barstool again, the brunette faced Ko who sat next to her and admitted, "He's a lot more respectful than most fans. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Certainly, Hinata-sama." Ko nodded before sipping his drink again.

Hinata's mind reflected to the rude fans she's encountered in the past; ones who'd grab and fondle her body without consent. The ones who'd shout obscenities and crude remarks at her, and the worst 'fans' were those who'd constantly remind her she's the reason for her father's demise because of her chosen profession. Then they'd follow the cruel remarks with trying to solicit sex from her. And all the while she had to plaster on a false smile and pretend none of the comments or gestures bothered her.

Oftentimes fans forget (or more accurately they didn't care) Hinata was a genuine person with real, tangible feelings just like everyone else on the planet, and not the alluring, sex-obsessed actress she played onscreen. Just because she chose to be a sex worker doesn't mean she should be disrespected and treated horribly. In truth her fans disgusted her to no end. But enduring never-ending impertinence was one of the many consequences of being a sex worker, and Hinata was forced to take everything in stride.

The actress picked up her glass of cinnamon whiskey and sipped the now watered-down alcohol, (thanks to the ice melting in the glass) hoping the spicy liquor could numb her memories, at least for a little while.

Naruto Uzumaki entered the hotel's lobby carrying a briefcase in his left hand. He greeted the receptionist with a warm smile and a nod. He stated his name and told her he was expecting a guest to arrive. The receptionist informed him she was waiting for him in the bar, and motioned her hand in the direction of the bar. Kindly thanking her, he tipped her and walked in that direction.

Upon entering the bar, Naruto stood near the entranceway with his eyes bulged and jaw unhinged. He gaped at the woman, not believing she was the famous adult actress Bunni Matsumoto who was the source of every man's fantasy. Including many of his.

"No way," he breathed, completely amazed at who he saw.

Naruto continued to stand in the entranceway witnessing another high-spirited fan receive an autograph from the actress. His blue eyes roamed over her body, admiring the black sequined dress that melded against her like a second skin. The dress was long-sleeved and ankle-length with a small train in the back. A large, diamond-shaped keyhole exposed her pale torso and navel, and Naruto licked his lips, wanting to feel his tongue flatten against her smooth, milky skin.

His eyes traveled upwards and his breath hitched when his vision filled with the heavenly curves of Bunni's famous assets. The neckline of her dress was cut dangerously low, showcasing her ample cleavage and Naruto felt his pants tighten as he imagined burying his face in her bosom, kneading and fondling her breasts endlessly. He bit his lower lip, desiring to taste her flesh, to fill his mouth with her breasts and suckle her pert nipples.

I swear somebody's testing me! The blond mentally whined as he clenched and unclenched his briefcase, nearly dropping it clumsily from his own dirty fantasy. How am I supposed to keep my hands off her until we get back to our hotel room? Oh man! This sucks!

Naruto's gaze continued to travel as he admired her long, slender neck, round face, and shiny, jet-black hair. One side of her hair was pinned back with a decorative Swarovski crystal hair comb, as the rest of her strands framed the other side of her face. Her ears sparkled as the light from the bar reflected from the large diamond studs embedded in her earlobes.

Her unique, pupil-less eyes were sincere and gentle as she thanked the fan before he passed Naruto with a wide smile and exited the bar.

Rubbing his palms together as he eagerly anticipated approaching Bunni, Naruto told himself, now's my chance!

Rubbing her throbbing temples after rapidly guzzling her whiskey, Hinata's lavender eyes widened and her ears perked when another voice called out to her from behind.

Hearing the man's raspy tone speak her stage name instantly gave her chills. Hinata set down her empty glass and massaged her upper arms, hoping to alleviate the gooseflesh that began to prickle along her skin. Not that her ministrations did little to help since she was wearing a long-sleeved dress anyway.

"Bunni Matsumoto? Wow! When the receptionist told me my guest's name, I thought it was a strange woman using your name as an alias, so I didn't think nothing of it, y'know? But who would've thought that it's really you? Granny wasn't kidding when she said you were top-tier!" Naruto set his briefcase down and gawked at his companion for the evening.

Hinata took a chance and turned in her seat to stare at this talkative, energetic man who was obviously her client. The moment she eyed him, she quickly swiveled in her seat to face the bar, turning her back towards him and released an unladylike squeak.

What the…? Hinata immediately found it difficult to formulate coherent thoughts and her speaking ability somehow disappeared. Her body temperature heated and she knew her face was brick-red, a ridiculous blushing habit she believed ended during her childhood. Yet this stranger, this loud-mouth man managed to render her speechless and cause her to feel like a schoolgirl with a crush. It was a hackneyed analogy, but a fitting one considering the way her face burned and perspiration drenched her hands, drastically soaking them. Naruto Uzumaki wasn't handsome, oh no! He was fine; really, really fine! And the way the core of her body throbbed made Hinata regret not wearing panties. She felt her body's intimate fluid began to sluice from her center, saturating her inner thighs.

Ignoring her soaked hands, the brunette flattened her palms on her cheeks, risking smearing her immaculate makeup. She closed her eyes and smiled while tilting her head from side-to-side. He's so cute! He's so cute! He's so cute! She mentally repeated, not caring about how silly she looked in front of Naruto and Ko.

She's slept with countless men in her lifetime and somehow Naruto Uzumaki made her blush. An amazing feat if Hinata do say so herself.

Naruto was tall, very tall, an attribute Hinata found extremely flattering. His body filled out his black tuxedo, obviously tailor-made with the way it fitted perfectly over his lean, toned frame. His white, button-down shirt was untucked and a few top buttons were undone, exposing the tanned skin of his neck. The black tuxedo jacket he wore was also unbuttoned and it gave him a casual, yet sexy look. He wore orange, patent leather loafers and the brunette fleetingly wondered why he chose such a bold color for this evening. As she thought about it, an orange, satin handkerchief was neatly folded in his breast pocket, accentuating his shoes and gold accessories like his watch and cufflinks. Yes, after her quick perusing of him, she mentally engraved every detail of her client in her memory bank.

Scratching the back of his head while giving his date a curious look of confusion as she rocked her head in her seat, Naruto asked, "Um, Bunni? Are you alright? Do you need some help or anything?" Granny didn't tell me my date's crazy in real life! The blond worriedly mused. Dammit! I knew I should've asked for someone else!

Wiping her clammy hands on her black, sequined dress, Hinata retrieved her compact from her clutch to powder her dampened cheeks and refresh her makeup. She pocketed her compact and dared to face her client again after clearing her throat and regaining her composure. She straightened her spine and lifted her chin before addressing Naruto.

This time she was better prepared to face her boyishly attractive client without looking like a complete and utter fool. "Uzumaki-san I presume?" Hinata stood from the barstool and extended her hand, which Naruto eagerly shook. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise." Quickly shaking his head, Naruto immediately corrected his folly and said, "Uh, I mean, the pleasure's all mine, Bunni." He took the actress' hand and gave her palm a gentle, soft kiss, to which Hinata's face darkened more. "You're really pretty in person," he confessed, never letting go of her hand.

Joining their fingers together, Hinata's eyes shined at his compliment and she replied, "I see you're quite the charmer, Uzumaki-san."

"Ready to go?" Naruto released their hands and placed a ¥10,000 note on the bar to pay for Hinata's drink. "Keep the change," he told the bartender. The blond extended his arm, which Hinata accepted and linked her arm in his. After retrieving his briefcase from the floor, together they exited the bar with Ko closely following behind them after paying for his own drink.

Title inspiration? – Molasses; dark and typically unpleasant when consumed and sticky like cum, kinda like the overall tone of this story. It's not something people tend to approve of. Yet it contains many benefits, including increasing sexual health. (lol) I know it sounds silly when put in that context, but the title fits the theme of this story.

Hinata's porn name inspiration? – Hina-Bunny is a universal nickname prevalent throughout the NH fandom inspired by the omake where Hinata's dressed as a cute, sexy bunny. Matsumoto is the surname of Rangiku from Bleach. Ironically enough in Bleach, Rangiku's the character with the largest boobs.

Music inspiration – "Can't Say No" by Rick Ross ft. Mariah Carey

For those of you who've managed to stick around, even after the whole Me vs. the NaruHina fandom drama, I appreciate it. Thank you. I'm finally at the point where I can put the mess behind me for good. Have a safe and Happy New Year! I'll see you guys at Chapter 2! And don't worry; I'm still working on Chapter 9 of Differences.

March 28, 2016 [Edit]: I made some changes regarding Hinata's prices and the money conversion will be in Japanese yen. The prices are estimates without the decimal. I don't know much about Japanese culture and customs, but I want to make this story as accurate to Japanese culture as much as possible to give it a Japanese feel, so I'm relying heavily on Google for research.
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