Story: Naruto Massage Invasion

In case you hadn't noticed, Anko doesn't do <i>relaxed.</i> Not in the same sense that others do. She didn't walk with a spring in her step. She didn't sling her jacket over her shoulder and frolick down the street with a smile on her face.

Except today.

She was being given a big, wide berth by anyone who knew who she was, which was more in the village than you might expect. Conversations stopped as she passed. Shopkeepers suddenly found reasons to look very busy. A few genin spotted her coming and immediately decided that whatever errand they had been running could wait.

Anko noticed none of this. She was too busy enjoying herself. Just, walking down the street, enjoying the sun on her skin.

And, frankly, that was probably for the best. Because when Mitarashi Anko was in a good mood, the safest place to be was somewhere she couldn't see you.

"Ah, what should I do today~?" she asked. Her voice had an odd sigh behind it, there was a light in her eyes that wasn't normally there. "Perhaps I should visit this massage parlour for myself to see why Hinata's recommending it so much?"

That thought made a more regular smirk cross her features. Not from the massage, mind - rather, from seeing those two young idiots finally hooking up. Naruto was a typically oblivious male, while Hinata was too shy of a wallflower to take advantage of what her genes had given her. If she had an ounce more confidence in her, she'd have had Naruto railing her for quite a while by now.

And might she say, it turned out that was quite the investment too. That brat turned out mighty fine. Just needed some time to cook in the oven, one might say. Hrm. Perhaps she should try to find a real man to get her nice and stuffed? It had been far too long, far too long...

Anyway, her feet carried her to the massage parlour - and who should she encounter while heading inside, but two of Hinata's relatives. Goodness, she certainly was encountering a few members of the Hyuga family today, was she not?

"Hello there," she said to them. Neji and Hanabi, with Neji seeming uncharacteristically nervous, while Hanabi was beyond calm. "So you're trying this place out as well, are you?"

"Ah...?" Neji asked. He slowly blinked, and then Hanabi put her hand on his shoulder. "Yeah... I mean, yes, that's right. Hanabi suggested I give it a try, and -"

"And I'm really sorry, but it's first come, first serve!"

That voice came from a real hunk of a man, with bulging biceps and yet also a slender physique. He hadn't built for bulk, but more for mobility. Behind him was a woman who was also quite beautiful, a voluptuous blonde, who took Neji away, while he blushed, seeming confused by his presence.

It should have set off alarms in Anko's head. Should have. Probably would have on another day. But not today. Instead, she watched with jealousy as the woman rubbed away at Neji's shoulders, taking away his tension and making her... bite her lip.

"You don't mind waiting, do you?" the proprietor asked. "We've set up for these two right now, and I'm sorry to say it's just the two of us. We'll probably be about an hour, do you think you will be okay waiting that long?"

"Of course," Anko said. "Though really, you should consider recruiting a receptionist to help keep track of order times."

"Ah, sorry, we're not accepting applications at the moment," the man said. "Rather too newly set up, you see. We want to get established first - though I dare say that we're getting there."

Certainly, if they're getting the younger members of the Hyuga clan visiting. It must be worth the wait. Anko parked herself in a seat and decided to wait. Perhaps she'd get some meditation done while she waited...?

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"So, who was that out there?" the masseuse asked her as Hanabi lay on the table. "If I'm not mistaken, she's a kunoichi, right?"

"That's Anko," Hanabi said. "She's usually involved in training. She's quite harsh, but -"

Her brain melted in the very next minute, as his hands fell upon her scalp, and it felt like her brain was being rubbed. All that she could do was sigh, and sink onto the massage table.

"That's a good slut," the masseuse said, and she mewled helplessly under his touch. "A very good slut. You're gonna be rewarded for bringing that boy along as well. You've set him up nicely, now we'll be sure to knock him down."

She didn't remember taking off her clothes, but she must have at some point because all of a sudden she was naked. There was oil being dribbled all the way down her back, and she couldn't help herself but squirm in anticipation. Come on, come on! 

"Now, now, sit still," she was admonished. His hand fell upon her back, pushing up against her. Then, slowly, he began to move across her flesh in small concentric circles that grew wider and wider with each rotation. "I appreciate that you are impatient to get to the fun part - but remember, fun is entirely subjective. If you felt like this all the time, you'd never know what fun was."

Perhaps normally she might have picked up on the phony nature of that wisdom, but in case you had not picked it up, she was not, at present, in her right frame of mind. His hands were so... strong, so precise and so... Ah! It felt like she was having all her worries, all her stress dragged out of her with each atom, each moment, each measurement of contact that you could think of. Shrink it down to the lowest measurable unit, and each one felt like it had the weight of a dwarf star.

How best to put it...? Hanabi's body did not feel like her own.

The masseuse's thumbs dug into the small of Hanabi's back, pinning her to the padded table. He leaned closer, his breath hot against the shell of her ear.

"You feel that, don't you? That little spark at the base of your skull?"

Hanabi's voice was a fragmented whisper, barely audible over the rhythmic thrum of her own heartbeat.

"Yes... please..."

"Patience. The Hyuga are always so tense. All those eyes looking for everything, yet you never looked at what your own body wanted."

His palms slid upward, gripping her shoulder blades and pulling her spine into a sharp arch. The oil made her skin glisten under the dim amber lights, a slick coating that turned every touch into a searing brand.

"I... I can't think..."

"That's the point, little bird. Thinking is for the clan. Here, there is only feeling."

He shifted his weight, his thigh brushing against the side of the table. One hand wandered downward, tracing the curve of her hip before sliding beneath the thin fabric of the drape. His fingers found the damp heat between her thighs, the friction of his calloused skin against her swollen clitoris sending a jolt of electricity straight to her brain.

"Look at how you arch for me. A little bird in a cage, finally seeing the door open."

Hanabi let out a choked moan, her fingers clutching the edges of the table until her knuckles turned white.

"Is it too much? Or is it exactly what you've been craving while playing the perfect daughter?"

"More... I want more..."

"Good girl. Now, let's see if we can make you scream loud enough for the girl in the lobby to hear."

He didn't wait for an answer. He drove two fingers deep into her soaking heat, the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the small room. A thick, squelching noise filled the air as he pumped his fingers in and out, stirring the cream of her arousal.

"You're so wet. You're practically begging for it, aren't you? Just a mindless, dripping little thing."

"Yes... I'm... I'm yours..."

"You are. For the next hour, your name, your rank, your bloodline-none of it exists. There is only the pressure of my hand and the hunger in your gut."

He increased the pace, his fingers curling to hook against her g-spot. Hanabi's hips bucked violently, her breath coming in jagged, shallow gasps. The world outside the room vanished, leaving only the scent of sandalwood oil and the overwhelming, crushing weight of pleasure.

"Now, hold your breath," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, guttural growl. "I want you to feel every single vibration before I let you break."

And then he was going to do the same to Anko as well. Just like every other ninja in the village. Just like what was happening to Neji at this very moment under the ministration of that absurdly beautiful woman.