Spare Change [Mission]

What the hell was she thinking? Staring at herself in the mirror, Brielle frowned. Thinking back, she recalled how the kage's grandmother had stopped her in the street, eying her in a way that made the teen a bit uncomfortable. With her wrinkles shifting at her every word, Brielle couldn't help but make a face towards her. With her crow's feet present along the side of her face extending, the female caught the old woman's mischievous gaze. Brielle's mind drifted as the woman spoke, until a sentence caused her to pause and stare at her with wide eyes. Strip? Pole dance? Has this woman gone mad? Giving her a look that said 'you're crazy' she tried to walk away. Unfortunately, being the kage's mother, she held a firm grip on Brielle's petite arm, pulling her down to her short stature. With a glare, she told her she was short on pocket change, and that this would indeed increase her positive reputation for the kage. Sighing, the girl unwillingly accepted the challenge.

Now standing here, the girl simply gazed at her petite yet curved body frame. Her pale skin glistened from the unnatural light above her. Her eyes, big and innocent, clashed with her wavy hair that framed her heart shaped face. Pouting, the girl knew little of how to make herself look 'hot'. What did that even mean anyway? Rolling her eyes, she shut the light, leaving her room in her normal attire as she headed to the strip club mentioned by the woman.

Standing behind a large stage where many beautiful and oddly provocative women danced, Brielle felt uncomfortable, her face growing red. Was she supposed to do that? The thought was odd. She hid her face in her hands, imagining how awkward she'd look doing this. Some God out there, whose name is Hakk, must hate her. Suddenly, a well-built man came towards her, his stature towering over her petite one while his dark brown hair was slicked back, luring gray eyes staring down at her. With a grin, he looked to her, bowing his head in a greeting.

"You must be Brielle. The Kage's mother told me of you. Are you ready to start your shift?" He asked, his eyes showing an inkling of a tease within them. Nodding, Brielle followed him as his hands motioned towards a door. Behind this door sat many women, their makeup and hair done in all different ways. The young female stood in awe at them as they stared at her, some sending friendly smiles while others simply gave her a look of disgust. Ignoring them, she sat in a chair, her eyes wandering at the assortment of makeup and other foreign items that she failed to recognize. Some of them even looked like torture devices. The girl noticed an older female moving towards her, her demeanor friendly as she sent her a smile.

"This is Mai. She's here to help with your hair, makeup, and clothing." Brielle nodded as the woman got to work on her face. When all was done, Brielle could hear the pounding of the bass behind her. It gave her a bit of a headache, quite frankly. Looking in the mirror, she almost fell over in shock. Her hair was now pin straight, reaching her butt as her bangs were blown to the side. Her face was adorned with blush at her cheeks and blue eyeshadow to bring out her eyes. She also had mascasara and eyeliner to make her eyes look bold and alluring. Swallowing hard, she looked at the outfit she was to wear. She cringed outwardly.

Sighing, the girl realized she could no longer stall the mission. Undoing the navy blue silk robe given to her, she forced herself to smirk. God she was going to fail at this 'sexy' act. She could already feel her face getting hot. Looking down, she was simply wearing a see-through white top that stopped just above her belly button. Under it, was a sparkling bold blue push-up bra with matching panties. These panties, much to her dismay, showed a portion of her butt as they were fitted firmly into place. Grunting, the girl walked in her silver high heels down the cat walk, her smirk plastered to her face. Wasn't this the job of a ninja? Don't show what you're actually thinking. Especially as the crowd of men, young and old, stared at you as you waltzed down the cat walk towards them, moving towards one of the poles towards the side. This, in itself, made the girl cringe. With a flip of her hair, the girl began to dance.

A ring at the doorbell quickly awoke the sleeping being known as Raigon. The leader of the Uchiha had just returned from a mission that kept him away for much longer than a week and for the most part of that time he was forced to remain awake. Yawning now he stood, a few more ringings of the door bell angering him, and walked to the bathroom to free himself of excess liquid. Washing his hands quickly he trudged towards the door slowly opening it. With an elongated yawn he allowed the two men to enter his apartment and to pester him about going to a strip club. There was really no reason to argue with the imbeciles as they would just continue to ask until he either killed them or said yes.

He walked to his closet opening the large doors and pulled free a black dress shirt buttoning it half way to show a portion of his muscular torso. In turn he pulled up a pair of black slacks and ran his fingers through his fiery red hair. Two bangs fell lightly over his face on either side giving him an odd look of casualness with a hint of darkness to him. Black loafers adorned his feet and finishing the outfit with an overcoat, Raigon left his apartment leaving it unlocked. Walking through the dark wet streets he. Smiled not at the fact that he was heading to a strip club, but at the fact that this was a night that he had nothing more to do than what he wanted and needed. Walking into the club he sighed at the smokey smell of the place and ignored his overly exited friends. Sitting down at the end of the cat walk his eyebrow raised to see the beautiful Brielle dancing this night. It seemed that things would get interesting. Smiling he placed his fist under his chin watching and waiting for her to notice those same bright red eyes that she loved.

Brielle gave a quick look to the thin and shiny pole before her. Taking a quick glance towards a few of the other dancers, she watched as they moved about the pole, their arms and legs wrapping around it in intricate ways, most of which involved them pressing themselves against it while making a 'sexy' face, as they called it. Frowning slightly, the girl sighed as she too assumed a position, using her upper body strength she had acquired through training to lift herself onto it, her legs wrapping around it afterwards as she spun about the pole. It was odd feeling as the cold metal pressed against her almost naked body. Though she didn't show she was thinking to the crowd, she inwardly grimaced. She still needed to find a man to strip for who will give her money for her 'work'. If you could even call it that.

Looking towards the crowd of mostly men, she tried to ignore the smell of cigars and other ill-smelling objects entering her nostrils. The majority of the men that stood watching her, gave lustful stares, making her shift uncomfortably, her hair standing on end. Her large sapphire hues caught sight of crimson orbs as she paused on the pole she was dancing on. Her eyes widened as she looked to see Raigon, the boy she had met on a few occasions. She didn't know he was into this kind of stuff. Rolling her eyes, she blush a dark red as she tried to look for a more familiar face. Seeing none, she sighed. Sliding from the pole, she moved down a set of stairs, her eyes dead set on the fiery haired man. As she approached him, she sat on his lap, her hands easing their way around his neck as they caught his collar. Pulling him closer to her, she sent him a smirk, their faces a mere inch apart.

"Listen here." She whispered, her voice a bit menacing and serious. "I'm on a mission. You're my client now. So, I will strip for you and you will pay me, got it?" She made sure her voice was loud enough for him to hear, though with their close proximity, it was hard to tell what she was saying to him. Her smirk, still playful, remained plastered on her face while her eyes told him she was indeed serious.

Sitting there his knuckles pressed oh so lightly against his chin, Raigon smiled. There were several lovely young ladies here that seemed to enjoy what they do, but the subtle motions that Bri seemed to make hesitantly against the cold iron pole gave him a slight chill. It seemed that she had no idea what she was doing yet, by some unknown force as being made to do this. His observations told many a thing, but the oddest was the fact that she had yet to notice him amungst the group of imbeciles, scum, and assholes. At the moment that fact mattered not in the least yet the fact that Raigon was here did. It was not his normal way to spend an evening, but was something he was dragged into and with that fact being well known now he eyed the rest of the dancers. Some were here for ability and some for looks while none seemed to have that perfect mixture of purity and pure alluring qualities that Brielle had. Indeed it brought his attention to her and a devilish grin to his lips.

Blinking she had already noticed him and walked down a few small stairs to head to his chair. The look on her face was one she falsely plastered there making his grin even more sadistic and alluring. The way she placed her self onto him caused his eyebrows to raise and her soft hands pulling upon his collar brought no surprise. She whispered so that only the two of them could hear, but that was un needed. As soon as she closed her mouth to finish the sentence he licked the tip of her earlobe with the tip of his tongue before leaning back into his seat. Holding that sly grin he spoke to her so that only she could hear, "Proceed with the mission."

Brielle felt the man's eyes burning into her skin, their eyes staring at one another with an intensity she only assumed was the cause of the circumstances they were under. She felt him shift a bit as he spoke, his crimson eyes flashing with small inklings of amusement. If only she could scoff. His head moved past her own as she felt his breath hit her ear, a shiver running down her back from the tickle it caused. Her eyes widened a bit at his words as he sat back in his chair, his eyes fixated on her. Grumbling, she moved her body, opening her legs and straddling his legs, their bodies close to one another. A blush became evident on her cheeks as she looked to him, trying not to show her obvious discomfort of it all. She decided at this point, the only thing she'd lose is her chance of getting a fair amount of money. This, sadly, will cause her wage to be lowered due to her inability to execute the mission. Not to mention she'd gain not only a reputation of being a stripper, but of being a bad stripper. That, overall, was the worst part of all.

Seizing the opportunity to go with the music, the girl pressed herself against the man, her body grinding against his lower half. Taking this time, she slowly removed her shirt from her body, revealing the bra that seemed to hardly cover her appropriately, all the while continuing the motion on the male. Her demeanor suddenly changed as she sent him a lustful gaze, her smirk becoming genuine. Leaning in, she captured his lips with her own, making sure the heat of the moment continued. Gliding her slender fingers through his hair, she tugged at it a bit while her tongue moved against his own. After kissing him, she broke apart, her eyes a deep sapphire as they shown with the dancing lights above. Moving from him, she returned to her position on the long pole that was bolted to the ceiling. In a swift motion, she got onto the rod, her body close to it as she danced like the other strippers. Her bra seemed to glow against her pale skin while her hair gave off a subtle sheen. Overall, she felt like a stripper. She looked like a stripper. And tonight, she was his stripper.

Raigon's grin faded into a genuine smile at the amount of enjoyment he was getting from this experience. Not simply the getting a dance, but the entirety of simply watching her change from so reclusive to actually wanting to do this to and for him. As his legs were slowly spread Raigon couldn't help but to chuckle a bit as he watched her slowly straddle his thighs. His mind seemed to slowly, but surely drift to how she looked dressed in lingerie and surely, as with any man, he became at least a bit aroused. Several suspiscions surrounded her when it came to this situation, but that mattered not to Rai in the least. For the moment to revel in this victory came first and fore most. The angry glares from other strippers could be easily seen by Raigon. It seemed their anger was centered towards the fact that the "new girl" per say got the only male that wasn't drunk, overly horny, or to handsy or even all of the above.

Soon she slid herself into Raigon's lap slowly grinding against his lower region. He could not help but chuckle at the forming bulge, although not a full erection, and the fact that all of his suspicions of both softness and firmness were confirmed without any failures. Teasingly her hips moved against his own causing more of a smirk to perk at his lips. Her actions were more fluent and free. This was something more than a job for her now, but he was unsure if that would be shown or not at this moment. As soon as it crossed his mind she leaned in to kiss him sliding her tongue across his. Softly gripping the back of her neck he indulged her in this dance releasing her as she walked back onto the stage. Watching her free herself of the shirt he could tell if only by the look in her eyes that she was his stripper for the night.

The sudden rush of it all was a bit intoxicating as the girl spun once more around the cold metal pole, her body easily sliding against it. She wrapped her legs around, making her body form intricate moves similar to the others. Her motions were fluent and flawless that went with the steady bass behind her. Her eyes landed on the man before her, the familiar crimson eyes making her heart jump. The fact that she was here dancing for him was a bit astounding really, as the sudden thought hit her. With her smooth legs running down the pole, her high heels hit the cat walk with small taps, her eyes settling on the man. She had been dancing on the pole for quite awhile, as she noted how many songs had passed since she started her feverish dance session.

Moving down the stares towards her "client", she moved in a circle around his body, her hand touching his chest as she moved behind his chair. Leaning over, she nibbled on his ear, her eyes narrowing as she let her head settle next to his own, her sapphire hues a bit dark.

"I hope you enjoyed this. Because you will never get another dance like that from me for a long time..." She stated, her eyes never meeting his. Running her fingers over his skin, she purred in his ear. Looping around, she pulled at his hands, her demeanor still lust-filled. Pulling him from his seat, the girl led him towards the door of the strip club.

As the night air touched the girl's exposed body, she sighed in relief. The musty smell of the club was getting to her. Ignoring the head ache forming, she turned to the man, the moon shining above them full and beaming. Her eyes aglow, the girl smiled towards him, a look that could only mean he was to pay her. It felt wrong in many ways. But, a mission was a mission, and this was her task.

Raigon watched as the time seemed to float away, images of her passing through his min with the rhythm of each song and her melodic movements flowing through his mind constantly. The way she danced along that pole was a bit mesmerizing her eyes moving and locking with his at times making the feel of the room all the more erotic and lovely. It seemed that no one was around, but those two and that the horrid smell and people were gone. She was on his stage as he was her client. She was the only woman in this place that could keep his eyes and it seemed that he was the only man that she wanted to look and with her last trick as her hills came down softly onto the catwalk he smiled. Circling his chair slowly he knew what she was going to say and do and as her cold soft hands drug slowly across his chest Raigon could not help but smile.

Her words seeped into his ears but the tone of them and the deviation in certain syllables let him know that this wouldn't last. It seemed that Raigon held some type of spell over this woman as she did he, but the question was how. Wallking with her he stepped outside seeing her shiver slightly. Raigon slowly undid the buttons to his black shirt that went far enough on her to cover her as a skirt would. Standing behind her he wrapped his arms around her to simply button the shirt to keep her warm. Walking with her through Kirigakure he would bring her to her home and go from there to be invited or not didn't cross his mind in the least. It was neither here nor there to Raigon. Placing a small kiss on her lips from over her shoulder he began the trip to her home smiling at the young woman who had shown a new side of herself.

MISSION COMPLETE