StripTease
by Polka Dot
Iruka took several deep breathes. He could do this. He just
needed to find the zone. That zone where he could move his body
without actually thinking.
He started the music and frowned. Definitely not something he'd
normally listen to, but he needed something he could dance to and
this was catchy. He opened the door and the room was dark. A
single 60 Watt bulb in the corner with a lampshade illuminated
it's sole occupant who sat up from a boneless slouch to a still
laid back but attentive slouch.
He had watched countless tapes and done the routine all the way
through at least once. This was a mission, of sorts, so he set
his wobbly stomach and shaky knees aside and strode with seeming
confidence into the room.
The key was to keep his hips in motion at all times. Even if he
forgot what to do with his hands and legs, if his hips were
moving it was still a dance. He started by pulling the forehead
protector off. He spun it around on his finger and let it ride up
until it reached the tip and shot across the room.
Next he reached up and drew his hands behind his head. With his
elbows up he arched his back and licked his lips then pulled out
his hair tie and flung it across the room. He didn't want
anything to fall in what would be his performance area. He shook
out his hair and let his head form lazy circles that got larger
and larger until his forhead dipped below his belt.
Then he tilted his head back while he slowly unzipped his vest.
He pulled his arms behind him and rolled his shoulders so that
the vest would slide slowly off his arms and onto the floor.
After this was done he walked a semi-circle until he was behind
the vest and kicked it to the side.
Now was the tricky part. He had taken the shoelaces out of his
boots for ease. He wanted to use slippers, but his guest insisted
on authenticity so the chunin uniform was not doctored in any
way. He had practiced this move the most. He leaned back against
the wall, rubbing up and down on it just by a few inches to keep
his body in motion. He kicked off one boot and then the next. He
let out a small sigh of relief when neither boot smashed into
anything breakable.
He didn't leave the wall. Instead he leaned his head back,
pushing his chest forward so that only his head was in contact
with the wall. He made sure his hips were swaying while he began
to rub his chest and sides. Slowly his shirt became untucked from
his pants. Occasionally he'd pass a hand through his hair or over
his hip to the top of the thigh. He proceeded to slip a hand
between the bottom of his shirt and the top of his pants'
waistband and then moved the hand up over his stomach to his
chest. He casually lowered his head and leaned back until his
butt hit the wall then pushed himself off the wall and swayed
forward. He slowly turned around as he pulled his shirt higher
and higher waiting until he had turned completely around to face
the wall before pulling the shirt off completely.
He tossed the shirt away and rolled his shoulders a couple of
times while swaying his hips slowly. He still kept his back to
his guest. He leaned down and loosened the wrapping on his right
leg, making sure to keep his butt in the air and shake it a
little. He unwrapped his right leg binding, keeping his hands low
so the job was done quickly and as elegantly as possible. He put
one end of the wrapping into his mouth and looped the other end
around his wrist.
He crouched down and peeked over his shoulder. His guest sat with
both hands in his lap and a broad grin on his face. So far all
was going well. He stood up and spun around. Now that he was
facing the other man, he lifted his wrist above his head and made
a circle wrapping the bandage around his neck, he opened his
mouth and let both ends go. The bandage hung like a thin scarf
accentuating his dark skin against the pristine white. He found a
desk by the wall and propped his right leg up on it. He made sure
to tuck the hair that fell over his eyes behind his ear so that
he could keep an eye on his guest.
He began to unwrap the bandages on his thigh. He wiggled a hand
in to loosen the straps and made sure to bite his lip several
times as he rubbed the inside of his thigh. Again he peeked over
his shoulder before standing up to face his guest and let the
loosened straps fall to the ground.
This next part was nerve-wracking. He smiled softly as he strode
confidently across the room to the chair with his guest. First he
took the end of the bandage around his neck and tugged on it
slowly letting it slide over his skin and fall off his body. He
then took held the bandage with an end in each hand and flipped
it over his guest's head, tugging on it a couple of times so it
would rub at the back of the man's neck.
Next he put his left foot onto the edge of the chair between the
man's legs and leaned forward and began to unwrap the bandage
around his left ankle. When he was done, he let the bandage fall
into the man's lap, right over his hands. Iruka stood up and
walked away, making sure to sway his hips seductively. The man
didn't try to detain him, but he could hear his breathing from
across the room. As Iruka walked back towards the desk, he
reached his hands above his head and stretched, pulling up first
with his right shoulder and then with his left.
He put his hands in his hair and turned around. He slid both his
hands down over his chest, across his abs, to the waistband of
his pants. He reached one hand in and tossed back his head, the
other hand found the zipper on the front of his pants and pulled
it down. Biting his lip and looking down his nose at his guest,
Iruka slid the hand in his waistband to his left hip and slipped
the other hand in through this open zipper to his right hip, then
he began to work the pants down slowly, lowering his head as he
did so. When the pants were low enough on his hips Iruka pushed
them down quickly and stepped out of them.
His guest began to fidget with the bandage in his hands and Iruka
smiled as he took one finger and slipped it into the waistband of
his black skintight briefs. He slid the finger from his left hip
to his right hip and then he hooked the finger in and pulled.
The man collapsed to the floor. Iruka let the waistband snap back
into place.
Iruka watched the man's chest rise and fally gently. "He's
still alive."
"It turns out he's not our guy. The scroll wasn't in the
safe."
"You could have just let me finish. I'm not obligated to
stay after last peice of clothing is gone. Now there may be an
investigation." Iruka said as he began to gather his
clothes.
"No, the drug I used will give him pleasant dreams. He won't
even know he was drugged or that you didn't finish."
"It was still a risky move." Iruka said.
He slipped on his pants, but before he could zip them up, Kakashi
grabbed his wrist. "Don't be angry Iruka-love. I'll let you
finish your rountine when we get home. In fact I might have a few
twenties in my pocket, so you can to practice your lap dance on
me as well."
AN:I made this PG-13 since it's no more racy then the scene in
True Lies with Jamie Lee Curtis. Usual disclaimers apply(see main
page).