Mysterious Kunoichi (Part 1 of 2 in the MK Series)

Rowan and I traveled alone. I became colder. Harsher. I began doing seductress missions when necessary. The most recent one was likely one of my favorites. I happened to run into Master Jirayia.

"Why would a lovely lady like you be sitting all alone?"

I rolled my eyes. Hard. I knew the voice and I knew the line. I wasn't surprised he didn't recognize me. I had my hair pinned up, I was in a traditional kimono, f/c, though it did have high slits up the thigh. They stopped just below my hip bone.

I turned to face the Sannin, a smirk planted on my lips, "Does that line really work, Master?" I drew.

"Y/-"

"Kira." I cut him off, "My name is Kira."

"Kira, let me buy you a drink."

He sat on the stool next to me. After catching the hostess attention, he ordered us both a round.

"Are we on the same job?" He mumbled as the cup was at his lips.

"I assume." I replied.

"I'll let you have it." He shrugged.

As if the man knew we were waiting, he entered as those words were spoken. Jirayia and I didn't speak again, he turned and focused on the other occupants. I stood and made my way to the mans booth.

"You're a hard man to find, Shiro."

I stood with one leg exposed, hip cocked to the side.

"And you are?" He eyed me up and down.

His sharp green eyes checking for weapons. His sandy blonde hair was messy, sexy even. He wore a tight gray shirt, and black pants. As his eyes continued to undress me, I allowed mine to do the same to him. It didn't help that I hadn't had sex in a few months. I might let myself get carried away on this mission.

"Kira." I answered.

"Can I help you?"

I slid into the booth next to him, placing a hand on his thigh to bring me closer. As I moved closer, my hand moved higher. His legs opened wider, inviting me in.

"I hear you like to trade favors..." I whispered against his ear.

I dropped my head a little further, my lips barely grazing his neck. He was an easy tease, a moan escaped him.

"What kind of favor do you need?"

"A debt paid."

"Sex for money? That seems beneath you."

"I want you beneath me." I whispered.

Apparently that was all it took.

"Let's go to my office."

I moved from the booth, standing slowly. He placed his hand against my low back, guiding me to the back. He opened the door and allowed me to enter first. I turned to face him as he closed the door behind him, locking it.

I walked towards him, running my hands from his chest to his belt. His hands gripped my wrist, halting my attempts.

"I'm going to check you for weapons first."

I smirked, stepping away from him, "You can check all you like. I have no weapons."

I held my arms up and spread my legs slightly, allowing him access to every inch of my body. He crouched before me, running his hands from ankle to thigh, stopping just short of my clothed womanhood. As he stood, he slid his hands up from my thighs to my breast, eliciting a soft moan. Down my back, to my ass, to where he gave it a hard slap. I was over it at this point. It seemed that he was too.