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No one in their right mind would ever assume Karin Uzumaki to be anything less than experienced when it came to intercourse. One did not speak so openly about sex toys and the comparison between pulsing organs without exposing certain predilections. She’d been called every name in the book over it, and gave such insults exactly as much attention as they deserved. Her partners always left pleased, as did she, and that was what mattered in the end.
After this current set of articles, Kabuto Yakushi was certainly going in her little black book, if he wasn’t scared off by her voracious appetites. He had already proved himself to be a generous lover, not to mention flexible and experienced, but the skills he showed at the sex club were a completely different set of erotic.
Their first time together had been simple - simple interest, simple curiosity, and rather simple positions. But before the blackened window of the room, he performed.
The removal of clothing wasn’t a slow, sensual experience, but rather a flurry of snaps and tugs, baring the both of them only enough to access what was needed - Karin’s shorts discarded on the floor, the white shirt tugged down to release her breasts, and his own pants thrown in a corner.
She was the one to push him on to the bed, grinding them together hard enough to make him gasp and his dick fill faster. But the intensity of their desires had them tumbling over the other as they swapped positions, ending exactly where she’d intended just as they were reaching the best part; her hands braced against the black window and he pressing in from behind, hips thrusting hard and long, their heavy breathing loud in the tiny room, surrounded on all sides by the sounds of others pursuing the same pleasure.
He buried kisses in her hair, and offered, “We can turn - “
“No.” She said, and gasped as one of his hands slipped between her hips to touch her clit, rubbing against it each time his hips pushed her forward.
“But - “
“Fuck.” She clenched down, silencing his protests.
He groaned, and pushed her further forward, till she was half pressed against the glass, the fog of her breath nearly obscuring her view.
But not enough not to notice when a patron paused before their room, eyes widening slightly at the sight.
She’d chosen the two way glass, after all. So he could see the way the shadows of the fishnets cupped her breasts, along with the wide hands of her partner, teasing her nipples and making her throw her head back in pleasure. He could see the way her hand knit into her partner’s hair, knuckles white in tension. He saw the shake in her knees as the passion began to overwhelm her.
The man was a weedy little thing, but his cheeks flushed red and his hand fumbled within his pocket, eyes raking her form in a way that would have been horrific were it not exactly what she wanted. He swallowed, hand stroking in time with Kabuto’s thrusts, eyes going from breasts pressed against the glass to where her groin was hidden by Kabuto’s hands, then back to where her flushed head was thrown against Kabuto’s shoulder.
“He doesn’t know you can see him.”
Kabuto said it like a warning, rather than the entire point, and Karin laughed as she pulled him down for a sloppy kiss, mask biting into her face as he pressed close and one eye kept on their voyeuristic observer.
The man’s hand was working faster, age and illicit arousal seeming enough to speed him faster even than the lovers, and Karin drew away from the kiss, knowing her makeup was smudged and lipstick smeared messily across her partner’s lips. She pressed back against the glass, equally aroused by the excellent attention she was receiving and the flighty, frightened glances from their observer. His eyes kept jerking down the corridor, as if terrified of being observed in turn, even as he took his pleasure from a seemingly oblivious source.
He stuttered with his rhythm, and Karin knew he was close.
The next time his eyes raked her form, they caught on her face. She stared back, eyes clear, as a look of confusion crossed the man’s face, and he nearly paused his motion -
And she winked.
The man screamed, arousal and horror exploding in the same motion, and fled down the hall, hand still shamefully clutched in his pants.
And Karin laughed.
Laughed as Kabuto swore and came inside her, equally taken by her brazen act. Laughed as he pulled her from the window and pressed her to the bed, diving in to eat her out with every indication of total worship. Laughed as her own orgasm overtook her, and her hips jerked up into that clever tongue, spilling her triumph over the bedsheets.
Well. She’d learned something interesting about herself indeed.
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Kabuto spent the next half hour slowly wringing another orgasm out of her, laving such attention on her cunt that she felt almost as well cared for as when he’d spent four hours attending her every need.
They only stopped when a quiet chime rang through the room, and he regretfully climbed off the floor and explained that there was a time limit in the rooms, and it was time for the next guest. Karin sighed and accepted, and tugged the discarded pieces of her costume back on and helped strip the sheets and wipe down the smeared window.
Not that they needed to, as there was an unobtrusive attendant waiting in the hall as they left. She wore the same mask and corset costume as the other staff, but her feather-duster was not for show, and the filigree bottle at her side was more for sanitation purposes than perfumes.
A new show was on stage now, this time a lithe young man wearing leather being surrounded by a pack of dog-masked women climbing over each other for the honor of attending his dick. Patrons and performers alike seemed to be enjoying themselves, but Karin’s energy was beginning to flag, and her partner seemed to sense it, as he directed them on and back into the lobby.
She nodded in general agreement, and headed back into the changing room, endorphins still pulsing through her blood, but arousal being replaced with the floaty, comfortable haze that felt like pillow-talk and cigarettes more than skin-pounding excitement.
Behind her, Kabuto nodded at the receptionist, and made his way towards the male changing area, before being stopped in his tracks by Ursula.
“What did you bring to my club?!”
He very carefully bit back a grin, instead affecting a mild expression.
“Did my guest displease you?”
Ursula’s mouth dropped in affront. “Did she - I just had a dear, dear friend come to me in near tears! I’ve never seen the man so mortified!”
Kabuto raised his brows. “The rooms are clearly marked - if he stopped at a two-way window, it’s hardly a surprise that he was observed in turn.”
“That only counts if no one is being deceived. The poor man’s a voyeur, not one of you subs! He did not agree to be dommed.”
She shoved a sharp-nailed finger into his chest.
“You have a monster on your hands! And here I thought you’d finally brought in someone useful!”
“She was a client, Ursula. Not a performer. Don’t blame the girl for getting what she paid for.”
The woman threw her hands in the air, and flounced off, back to her patrons and away from the waiting room, where the receptionist was trying hard to look as if they weren’t laughing into their fist.
Kabuto rolled his eyes to the ceiling, but still received a fist-bump from Crane as he switched back into his street clothes and returned to wait for Karin.
Women like Ursula were far from the worst denizens of the dark little subculture that he found himself most comfortable in, but it was always a pleasure to knock the wind out of her sails a bit, especially when that meant reminding her Johns that the rest of the club’s patrons were people as much as they were eye-candy. Nothing wrong with a bit of consensual voyeurism, but the mask alone should have been enough to show the man that Karin had been a patron rather than performer. He should have never expected her to play at shame for his enjoyment.
Still, the artful way the reporter had pounced upon another’s secret desires said quite a lot about her proclivities. He’s suspected, but that was a whole different thing from seeing her in action.
As she flounced out of the changing rooms, mask stowed and long pants back on, but still wearing the scanty top, he secretly bit his tongue.
He’d known this woman was dangerous to his career and stability. He hadn’t known she’d be personally tempting.
Itachi was probably cackling from his grave.
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Karin leaned into Kabuto’s space on the subway, crowded tight amidst the Saturday-evening traffic. Their costumes were packed away beneath bulky winter coats, but she still could feel the rasp of the fishnet on her skin, and there was a certain lick of naughtiness that came from the knowledge that she wore something secret around the unknowing masses.
Not that they would give a fuck. It was New York, after all. Fishnets and a lack of bra was very, very far down the list of things that would make the average New Yorker even blink. It didn’t even register compared to the average metro ride. But the illusion, the fantasy tingled across her skin.
I might be a bit of an exhibitionist. She texted Sui.
The response came a moment later. Gee, Really?
She bit her cheek. No, really.
The “...” of an idea flashed up and down on her screen, then -
I know more about your vagina than my OWN, Karin.
You work at a Porn Conglomerate.
This is news only to you.
She considered, debating on spilling the beans on how far she’d just gone, compared to her normal joking toy reviews or coy descriptions of how a well-written erotica made her feel. Fucking in front of an observer seemed a rather major step further but…
Another text appeared.
So what’s your stripper name?
“Oh fuck you.” She snapped beneath her breath, then typed the matching words into her phone.
Somewhere else, Sui was probably cackling. Fine. Let him have his boring, normie weekend with his lovely vanilla boyfriend.
“This is my stop.”
She glanced up as the metro slowed.
Kabuto paused, and carefully offered, not meeting her eyes - “You could join me, if you’d like?”
She grinned, and slipped her arm in his. “That sounds lovely. I’ve got so many more questions!”
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Kabuto’s flat was as comfortable as it had always been, and he offered coffee the moment they made it through the door.
Karin hung her coat on the rack, then examined her top in the brighter light of the apartment.
“Can I ask you why the fishnet?”
He glanced up from his quick hostmaking. “You usually wear long sleeves. With the low light of the club and fishnet, your scars would be similarly hard to see.”
Karin stared at him, and he shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.
“I’m sorry. I should not have - “
“Thank you.” She interrupted. “That’s…none of my other partners have thought that far ahead.”
He shrugged, a flush dusting his cheeks, as if that was the best compliment he’d been paid in ages.
When in reality, it was the opposite. Karin had plenty of sexual partners, but it was rare any one of them thought at all of her comfort outside of the act. That wasn’t the purpose of the relationship. But the casual attention Kabuto paid to such details…
It left her feeling observed in a way she couldn’t quite describe.
But he was now offering a shower, and she intended to make good on her mental one-up-ing of Sui, so she coyly invited him to join her, and the evening turned into a much more familiar play. All in all a wonderful end to her evening.