Money hasn't been an issue for Sakura in a very long time. Ever since she was taken in as an orphan by the Senju clan, she no longer had to worry about her next meal. They took care of her and taught her everything she knows.
Sakura made sure to tell them how grateful she was for everything when she left the compound to head out on her own. Her excuse was that she wanted to see the world when in reality it was because she couldn't bare to look them in the eyes anymore. Not after betraying them by fornicating with the enemy.
So she set out on a journey, aiming to get as far away as possible to begin a new life. Somewhere without any Uchiha, Senju or warring clans in general. Finding work as a healer wasn't hard since they are in demand practically everywhere.
Although, Sakura's talent and reputation proved to be a great hinderance after clans began to seek out her services. Going as far as attempt to kidnap her in order to secure a healer for themselves. This meant that she couldn't stay in the same place for very long which impacted her source of income immensely.
Returning to the Senju clan wasn't an option she could take, no matter how desperate her situation is getting. After exhausting every other alternative, there was only one left for her to try. Sex work.
Which is how Sakura found herself standing at a street corner, looking to exchange sexual services for money. She doesn't care to remember the name of this busy town she's currently visiting. However, she knows a lot of shinobi and wealthy people pass through here, so there shouldn't be a shortage of potential clients.
Sakura has been here for about an hour now without much luck. The suggestive outfit of a short crop top and even shorter skirt along with a pair of high heels should make her intentions clear to any passersby. Many have stopped to take a look but so far no one has taken the bait.
That's until a gentlemen on the opposite side of the street, who has been leering at her for the past ten minutes, signals for her to come over. Sakura is naturally sceptic but knows that she's capable of defending herself should the shit hit the fan.
She strolls over to the man, who looks to be in his late 20s, has an average build and is wearing civilian clothes. The man pushes himself of the wall he was leaning on and walks in the direction of an alley.
Sakura ignores the red flags raised by his behavior and follows after him, the need to see this through outweighs the danger. The sound of her high heels skipping along the pavement echoes throughout the secluded area.
They both come to a stop at a dead end, positioned far away from the main street and potential disturbances. Sakura is in the process of opening her mouth to speak when she is cut-off by the man turning around. His lips curling into a smirk.
"I didn't take you for an alley slut." He admits with a teasing tone, smirk growing into a predatory grin.
His derogatory comment has her angry and confused until the man disappears in a cloud of smoke, revealing himself to be Izuna Uchiha in disguise. Sakura's shocked and embarrassed but doesn't move, her eyes trained on the stack of paper bills in his hand. He throws it at her suddenly and she catches it, inspecting it further and confirming them to be legit.
"Is this enough money for me to earn the privilege of fucking you against a wall in this dirty alleyway?" Izuna asks as he stalks closer. Caging in her body against a wall hidden behind a dumpster.
Sakura nods in confirmation before pocketing the money and turning around to face the wall. A shiver runs up her spine when she feels his hands on her hips, pulling her back into an arch. When her skirt gets hiked up to her waist does she know that there's no going back now.
Izuna spread her exposed cheeks, panties not being a part of her ensemble. The sound of him undoing his belt causes her breath to get caught in her throat. A sharp exhale leaves her when she feels the tip of his cock prod at her unprepared entrance.
The kunoichi hisses from the slight pain from having her wet but tight walls breached. It takes him a few tries before he's fully sheeted inside her cunt. Fingernails dig into the concrete wall in front of her as he begins piston his hips in and out of her.
Izuna leans in to nibble at her neck, holding her tight by the waist as he fucks her without a care for the world around them. Sakura should be afraid of getting caught raw dogging in an alleyway but she couldn't care less. She has already lost the ability to be embarrassed by sex, courtesy of the man behind her.
The sound of their carnal union might be mistaken for the sounds of a tom cat satisfying a female in heat. And they wouldn't be very far from the truth. Sakura can't lie to herself and pretend that whoring herself out to Izuna doesn't turn her on.
Slick is running down her thighs and moans are spilling from her lips as his cock rub up against her sweet spot. Pressure builds up inside of her with every thrust. The bruising kisses he plants on her throat makes her shudder in pleasure.
"You're mine." Izuna growls possessively into her ear, his grip on her tightens like a vice.
"I'm yours." Sakura is too far gone to understand the weight behind her words. Too lost in the pleasure this man gives her to care about the consequences.
"You're mine and no one else's." He repeats his claim on her body with a groan morphing into a moan as he finishes with a few sloppy thrusts. Pulling out and letting his cum spill out onto the ground. Sakura is left disappointed over not coming but Izuna's next words lights a spark in her belly.
"Come with me and you will never have to work again