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It’s been a long week. Sasuke finally took his eyes of the computer screen and sat back in his chair, tilting his head back, pinching the ridge of his nose and closing his eyes in contentment.
“Thank fuck it’s Friday…” – he sighed quietly to himself. Short moment of peace was soon interrupted by a loud, abrupt knock on his office door. Before he could even answer, the door opened and annoyingly loud, but cheery, voice of his blonde best friend sounded in the office.
“Oi, oi, bastard, are you done for the day yet?” – Naruto’s head poked through the office door. He looked excited and had a ‘huge, stupid grin on that stupid face of his’, Sasuke thought.
“Why do you ask?” – Sasuke replied warily. It has been a long week, the last thing he needed right now is to be dragged into whatever was on Naruto’s mind.
Neither of them had a lot of time outside work, since they were cofounders and owners of a relatively young, but nevertheless quickly growing hotel chain. Yet, the Uchiha always found it curious, and simultaneously frustrating, that the blonde seemed to never run out of energy despite their heavy workload. Sometimes he wondered if it was due to the nature of their corresponding roles in the business. Naruto was the face of the company – constantly meeting potential investors, travelling to discuss possible new locations for their hotels, interviewing new hires, liaising between staff and networking tirelessly. He thrived when he was around people, like a social butterfly charming everyone with his charisma and lively personality. The more he was around people, the more energy he had. Sasuke was the complete opposite, more like a lone wolf, he found people tiresome and preferred to take care of the business by mostly working from behind the scenes and in Naruto’s shadow – dealing with all the paperwork and spreadsheets, strategizing, crunching numbers and ideas. Although Naruto had to travel a lot for work, he rarely had to bring work home with him, whereas Sasuke would often be looking at spreadsheets and answering emails and phone calls out of hours and on weekends. And because of that he was desperate to have an evening to himself for once. To take a steamy shower, crack a bottle of beer open and melt into his sofa whilst watching some braindead TV – as perfect as that sounded in Sasuke’s head something was telling him that Naruto was about to ruin all his plans.
“Excellent!” – Naruto exclaimed and let himself into the office, closing the door behind. “Kakashi is in town already, he got here a few hours ago,” – Uzumaki got himself comfortable on the sofa, extending one of his arms on the back of it. “I know, I know, we agreed to meet him tomorrow to talk business, but he asked if we would be up for a social tonight?”
Sasuke frowned, he really didn’t like the idea of hanging out with their old mentor tonight. He had his mind set on going home. He sighed closing his eyes and melting into his office chair even more. “Do we have to? I’m so tired, let’s just see him tomorrow instead.”
“Oh, come on, Sasuke!” – Naruto leaned forward. “The old man is retiring soon! We need to keep him sweet if we want to take over his business! Besides, I miss the old man…” – Naruto looked at Sasuke with hopeful, but somewhat sad eyes. The blonde kept in touch with their old mentor more than Sasuke, however, there was no denying that Kakashi saw them both as his own two sons. The three of them met when Sasuke and Naruto started their first year of college. Kakashi was a successful investor and business owner, who was also a visiting lecturer at a local college, giving lectures once a week; the same college he himself graduated many years ago. Boy, he was a lousy teacher in the classroom! Always late and unprepared; yet, he had an eye for talent. He quickly took Sasuke and Naruto under his wing and taught them everything he knew about running a business. After many attempts of trial and error, but with a lot of determination, Kakashi’s guidance and initial financial investment, Sasuke and Naruto successfully started their company, working as equal partners and business owners.
Sasuke sighed loudly, cracked opened his eyes and mumbled dryly – “Fine.”
“Really?!” – Naruto’s eyes lit up. “Yes! YES! Lads are going out, lads are going out tonight!” – he jumped up from the couch and started doing a little dance resembling a very, very poor twerking attempt. Sasuke shacked his head in disbelief and got up to grab his coat. ‘That’s my business partner, right there’, he thought to himself.
“Where are we going? It better be someplace with good booze.” – he interrupted Naruto’s celebratory dance.
Naruto gave him a huge, boyish grin going from one ear to another. “Where do you think the old perv is going to take us?” – he nudged Sasuke playfully, smiling like an absolute idiot. Sasuke took a second to think and then rolled his eyes. ‘Of course’, he thought.
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They arrived at the exclusive strip club called The Cellar, tipping the taxi driver generously and making their way to the club. The club was in a small alleyway right of the main road. There were no obvious signs displayed, apart from a bright, red light located right by the steps leading to a basement door, where they saw the entrance door to the club with a sign “The Cellar – Exclusive Gentleman’s Club”. They were eyed out by a big, tall, angry looking bouncer, who after a few moments gave an approving nod to the pair as a permission to enter and opened the door in invitation. The pair made their way in, and Naruto grabbed Sasuke’s shoulders, slapping his big hands a few times in excitement. Sasuke’s brows furrowed at the action, and he pushed the blonde away muttering words of displeasure. Although Naruto backed off, he wouldn’t stop grinning as he continued walking down the hall, excited about the night ahead. Even Sasuke warmed up the idea of having a social outing with his best friend and his mentor, watching beautiful women dance whilst drinking strong whiskey. Maybe tonight won’t be as bad as he originally thought.
“Ah, my boys! So nice to see you!” – they saw grey-haired Kakashi leaning against the counter of the reception area, talking to a beautiful woman dressed in a classy black, long dress with her dark hair tied up into a high, luscious ponytail. Her silver, long earrings were sparkling occasionally, reflecting all the intimate lighting of the room. “Come here my boys!” – Kakashi approached them and hugged them both tightly.
“Kakashi! You old man! How have I missed you!” – Naruto’s eyes started watering as he gently tapped Kakashi’s back a few times; there was so much joy in his voice.
“Long time, no see.” – Sasuke answered Kakashi’s hug with perhaps less obvious excitement, but still hugging him tightly with a lot of love and respect. Kakashi has always been like a father to the both of them.
“I’m so glad you found the time to see me today, it’s been too long since we last seen each other. We have a lot to talk about.” – Kakashi turned to the beautiful receptionist. “My sweetheart, can you sort us out, please?” – he smiled at her, sliding his VIP membership card across the counter.
The woman picked up the card, smiling and nodding softly. “Absolutely, sir.” – she started typing away at the computer getting all the details out. She handed a list of club rules to Sasuke and Naruto, as they were Kakashi’s guests, and new to the club. The pair read the list of pretty standard rules: no touching of the dancers, no sexual activities of any sort with the dancers, the dancer has to agree to a private time or a lap dance… yada, yada, yada. They have been to enough strip clubs to know it all already. And surprisingly, they haven’t been kicked out of any of them yet, so they clearly were doing something right. After they paid the entrance fee, which was the highest they have ever encountered in any strip club, they made their way inside the club.
The club indeed had an exclusive feel to it. It was relatively small, and despite the nature of the venue it somehow looked classy. The moody, intimate lighting throughout the room accentuated the erotic, and sometimes provocative, artwork on the walls. Sturdy, round coffee tables and incredibly comfortable, low chairs invited you to sit down, relax and enjoy the show. There were a few poles installed at the back of the club next to the long, dark brown leather sofas, however the centrepiece of the room was the stage with two black poles, long, dark burgundy curtains either side of the stage, and multiple seating at the bottom of the stage for the most eager viewers. To the left of the stage a long bar was running along a whole wall, filled with a variety of highly expensive alcoholic beverages. Barmen behind the bad were dressed with class – black ironed shirts, and black slick trousers – they were mixing cocktails with so much skill and ease. The was no glitter, no flashing lights, no bright neon signs, no banging music – The Cellar had more of a seductive, teasing, tempting atmosphere.
They were greeted by a stunning woman, wearing a tight, black, low-cut dress showing off her cleavage where a beautiful, simple pearl necklace was sitting. “Good evening, gentleman. Welcome to the Cellar.” – she spoke softly, tucking one beautiful long hair strand behind her ear. “My name is Ivy, I will be looking after you tonight. What is your sitting preference? May I suggest this private area at the back, from where you can still see the stage, but have a little more privacy discussing your matters.” – her arm swayed gracefully into the direction of a low-down table surrounded by a couch and a few chairs.
“You read my mind, Ivy. That would be great.” – said Kakashi, smiling softly at her.
The night has officially begun for the three of them.
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There was a lot of drinking and talking between three friends that night. They laughed, remembered the past, talked business, ideas, made plans. The night was going great, not to mention beautiful women approaching them occasionally offering lap dances, as well as those dancing temptingly on stage. As the night went on, the three men got progressively more and more drunk, ditching the business talk and focusing on the women. Kakashi and Naruto made their way to the stage wanting to get closer to watch the dancers perform, whilst Sasuke stayed behind as he found drunken, horny men shouting and throwing money at the stage distracting. He always preferred to watch the dancers from afar, with a glass of whisky in his hand and his body melted into the couch – fantasising, imagining, contemplating which one to ask for a private show.
Being consumed by his business it is safe to say that Sasuke’s sex life was almost non-existent. He dated a little during and after college, but quickly realised that there was no room for romance in his life, as a result Sasuke has never been in a long-term relationship despite him being 26 years of age. He didn’t mind that, quite frankly, that is something that never bothered him anyway. He knew that he will most likely be single all his life, because that is just what he preferred. He didn’t have a problem with retiring early, moving to some countryside village, buying a small cottage by a lake, adopting an elderly cat for companionship and living a peaceful life. He thought that perhaps, similar to Kakashi, he could help small businesses within the said village with all his knowledge and investments, making the lives of many ordinary people better. He was content with that idea.
However, being a young, hot-blooded man in his mid-twenties and not a retired loner living away from civilisation (not yet anyway), Sasuke, as any man of 26 years, craved sex. As much as he wanted to convince his body that he didn’t need any, his hormones had different opinions about the matter. Sasuke visited strip clubs sometimes to get his fill of the women. Strip clubs, occasional, very infrequent, one- or two-night stands but, mostly, his own hand – that was Sasuke’s sex life in a nutshell. As imperfect as it was, it was good enough, since there was no realistic alternative in sight.
“Isn’t she just stunning? Absolutely freaking beautiful! Give a round of applause to Cinnamon. Cinnamon everybody!” – DJ’s voice sounded enthusiastically through the speakers, as a young dancer Cinnamon, was picking up all the notes from the floor and making her way off the stage.
“Gentlemen, you are in for quite a treat tonight,” – he continued with a hint of playfulness and mischievousness in his voice. “We have a new dancer for you tonight and she is absolutely incredible, so get those wallets ready,” – he winked at the men sitting close to the DJ booth – “And make some noise for Cherry! Cherry everyone!”
As the music started playing, a few men at the front woo’d, clapped and whistled as the stage gotten darker with only a soft spotlight lighting up the space. A petite dancer appeared on stage dragging her transparent stilettos to the beat of the music – painfully slowly and seductively. The spotlight was following her. She was wearing white underneath a silky, almost transparent, but not quite, robe. And her hair… her luscious, long, thick, wavy hair was baby pink – bouncing softly with every step she took getting closer and closer to the pole. Sasuke’s gaze followed her intensely. It felt like the whole club fell silent, she captivated everyone from the very first few seconds, including him. As the tempo grew and music progressed, she grabbed a spinning pole and started doing beautiful, light spins and pirouettes, moving so effortlessly and elegantly with her long legs extending for miles in those high heels. She was light as a feather. Cherry waited for the music to die down a little before removing her robe slowly exposing a white low-cut minidress with a riffled miniskirt and beautiful lace accents surrounding her cleavage and back. A few whistles and woo’s were heard. She made her way to the second pole, again, slowly, teasingly. However, the minute the song picked up, she threw herself onto the pole with so much strength and control, making the pole spin faster and faster, lifting herself onto it and going upside down into several beautiful shapes, holding each one for a long time and changing between them smoothly and fluently. The audience gasped. She wasn’t the only dancer who did tricks on the pole today, but she for sure was the most skilled one they have seen that day. Sasuke couldn’t take his eyes off her; he didn’t think she was real after what he saw her do. Cherry came down gracefully from the pole and into a handstand. Balancing her back on the pole, she bent her back and legs in all sorts of beautiful shapes, before gently laying herself on the floor and performing some electrifying floor work. She was running her fingers through her body, doing silky body waves; whilst laying on her stomach she tilted her ass side to side. Sasuke clenched his jaw and felt a hot sensation in the pit of his stomach from that view. He briefly found himself jealous of Naruto and Kakashi being right there in arms reach of her, so close. Piles of money was being thrown at her, but she didn’t look up once at the audience during the whole performance. In fact, the minute tips appeared flying on stage, she went back to the pole and started waving her body against it, whilst flicking her hair from side to side. For the grand finale, she went up on the pole upside down once more, spreading her legs into a perfect split and doing smooth, soft leg waves. She bent her legs in the knees and pushed herself off the pole and onto the floor, landing on her knees (thank goodness she had knee pads on to cushion the blow!), pushing her chest forward and digging her fingers into her hair. And just like that the song was over. For a brief few seconds, the club was almost silent, Cherry was still sitting on stage with her hands in her hair, eyes closed, breathing heavily. Then, the loudest cheer and applause of the night, there were long whistles, woos, bravos, “Go Cherry, go babe!” and, of course, money – loads of money thrown at her. Sasuke didn’t move an inch, he was still sitting there watching her, all stiff, all frozen up, all frustrated. ‘I must get a private dance from her.’ – he thought, finally unfreezing and lifting his whiskey glass up to his lips, downing the liquor in one go.