Okay Okay! I know what you're thinking. Why the hell is this girl writing another story when she has people waiting on her other one!!! Well, first of all, I'm still working on that one and this idea popped into my head when a friend said something at lunch (You know who you are!). She said 'blah blah blah stripper blah blah blah' and I was thinking 'Duuuude!! We should soooo hire Itachi as a stripper!' and then this idea came. No, Itachi is NOT a stripper but I've turned into SUCH an ItaSasu fan so Sasu-chan is gunna be a stripper! Hello! Lap-dances between two hot emo brothers! Chyah!!!!!!

Disclaimer:...You're all idiots. If Naruto was mine Sakura would be dead, there would be many many yaoi scenes, Lee would get a makeover and the make-out with Gaara aaaannnnnddddd there would be bondage! (- ) -wink--wink-

The random techno music playing in the backround was nearly blasting my ears as I walk to the stage and grab the pole. Yes the pole. I am a stripper...and I hate it... It sickens me. Men and women flock to this club and drop money down my short tights(A/N: You drooling yet?...I am...) like a pack of hungry wolves finding a injured doe. I hate it. But still, I have no choice. Most people would scoff at a stripper if they said that. They all are thinking the same thing. 'Bitch, go get yo ass a job!!!' But I honestly can't. Jobs don't hire people who fail drug tests. I've been doing drugs ever since I was 10. After the 13th time my step-father beat me. I'd been so happy to get out of the orphanage, I never even gave a second thought that something like that could happen. I don't remember my family. Hell, I don't remember anything before the age of six. They found me laying in a pool of all my family member's blood, but we won't delve into that. Not anymore.

"Yeah! That's what we've been waiting for!" Some disgustingly sober man yells from the stands. I smile politely at him and twirl around the pole, shaking my hips a bit. He whoops and throws a 50 dollor bill on the floor. Wow. A fifty. That's a little much. Not that I'm compaining. I pick the bill up, which was right in front of his face, a lick my lips sudictively. Oh how I hate myself right now. After about 30 minutes more of the sickening act, I'm called off the stage for a break.

"Hey kid." My boss, Jaraiya, greets me. He's been the only person I could trust since I ran away from Orochimaru. He looks at me remorsefully. Plenty of times he's tried to talk me out of this. He doesn't like me doing this but I'd just smirk at him and ask him if he thought I couldn't handle it. He'd frown and walk off grumbling, but would lay off my back. At least for a little while. "You're really sure this is what you want?" Sigh.

"Jaraiya. We've been through this..." I warn him. He sighs.

"Yeah, yeah. Look. Some guy with a shark for a face," I raise a brow, "came in here sayin' he'd pay you 200 bux to give his buddy a lap dance." He looks disgusted. I really hate making him feel this guilty...I sigh.

"Alright." He frowns and gives me a look. "Jaraiya...Okay, fine. I won't accept any drinks and I'll make sure I know where you are incase he tries anything he shouldn't, mom. Happy?" I say, sarcastically but he knows I mean it. I'll play safe.

"Fine," he grumbles, "pervert better not try anything..."

"You're a pervert, Jaraiya. And besides, this is a strip club. Everyone here is a pervert." I don't give him anytime to respond as I spot the shark-man in the crowd and walk over to him. "You requested me sir?"

"Ah, yes!" He nods and points to a dark corner. Darl corners. Bad. "There's my freind. His name's Itachi." Hmm..For some reason that name sounds familiar, but it can't be. I don't have freinds. He puts a 100 dollar bill in my hand and I look at him with a eyebrow raised. "You get the rest when the job is done." He pats me roughly on the back. "Now go over there and give my freind a good time." He chuckles and walks off. Whatever. So let's get this over with. I walk over to the shadowed figure slumped in the chair.

"Hello." I say, flirtatiously, and turn around shaking my butt all over his lap. I find it better if I don't look at faces. At all. Suddenly the man pushes me off.

"Hn." He grunts what I'm guessing was supposed to be a 'Get the fuck off of me, whore.' but I can't. Damn it all, I could use that $200! I turn around. That's the best way to do it, if you must. Turn around and act like you're enjoying it. On my part, turning around was a huge mistake. This man...was beautiful. Soft, velvety, jet-black hair, tied in a ponytail across his back. Flawless pale skin and red. Red eyes. Red too deep even for blood. I feel my body stiffen with rage as he looks me up and down and shakes his heads dissapprovingly. Who does this little fuck think he is?!

"Honestly Sasuke. I expected more out of you." What?!

"How the hell do you know my name." I demand. He chuckles.

"So it is true. You really don't remember."

"Why the fuck are you talking about!" He smirks but doesn't answer and the shark-man walks up to him.

"Did you have a nice time?" He asks with this shit-eating grin. Itachi smirks more and raises a brow humourously.

"Very."

"Good! Alrighty then Sasu-chan! You did your job!" He hands me 100 more dollars.

"Kisame. Let's go." Kisame nods, grinning and takes off towards the door muttering, 'I cant wait to tell Deidara!' This man, Itachi, as 'Kisame' told me, gives me one more look and turns waving his hand. "I'll be seeing you...Real soon."

The fuck?! What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?

Okay! I have an idea as to where I wanna go with this but, once again, I won't continue if I don't get reviews so review your asses off peoples!!!! Peace!

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