They felt the music before they even saw the nightclub. Throbbing bass in the street underfoot. Rhythmic pulsations a touch too rhythmic to be a heartbeat. They approached in a throng of other people. Civilians by the look of it. They were all a little too made up and stylish to be ninja. Clear plastic stilettos and little black dresses were the norm for the women. And every other man had some sort of name-brand T-shirt, a full six pack of abs, or a pair of mirrored shades.
Which looked cool enough, until one such dork strode confidently face-first into a trashcan. Ouch.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Sakura whispered to Ino. She didn't need to but, well, they both felt more than a little out of place.
"Pretty sure. She said a warehouse in the old Uchiha district." Ino answered while trying to peer through the coalescing crowd.
Hinata had had to duck out from their date night an hour ago. She'd gotten some kind of call from the Uzumaki family house. Why or for what they didn't know. But she'd taken off fast. Telling them she'd catch up with them at the nightclub.
Then they saw it, at the end of the street, on the corner. A repurposed warehouse, shiny and new with a skin of fresh tinted glass. Looming huge over the surrounding ghost town. Neon veins throbbed across the modern hulk's skin. Illuminating in ghostly silhouettes the partyers inside. Three whole floors of them. A trio of double doors served as the club's mouth. Modern and glass like the walls. Mouths which spat shifting patterns of multicolored light across the dark road.
puLse was the name of the club. Capitalized all wrong and scrawled out in neon over the front doors.
Ino and Sakura followed the crowd inside. Smushed together as the foot traffic condensed into a line. Stopped and started by a pair of tough-looking bouncers. Looking being the operative word. Sure, they were big and burly and their shirts showed off intimidating amounts of muscle. But the girls were both seasoned kunoichi. They'd faced much worse.
The line moved in fits and starts. Some people got in but a good number were sent scurrying away. The man in front of them seemed put together, (in that stereotypically clubber sort of way). But his dirty old sneakers disqualified him.
He hadn't taken kindly to that of course. But the bouncers had responded in kind. Ino almost felt bad for the kid. Forced on his way like that with a smack on the head and his tail between his legs.
"Now, what about you little ladies?" The huge bouncer locked his blue eyes onto them next. Pale and blonde, he sized them both up. Then shook his head. "This isn't a club for ninjas. We can't have you wrecking the place."
Sakura's eye twitched. She was about to mouth off, but Ino spoke up first.
"We've got a friend inside already, Hinata Hyuuga. We're with her."
The bouncer furrowed his brow.
"Her name's on the list." Ino added.
"…Hmm. There she is. Hinata Hyuuga, the pregnant lady with the massive cans. Party of… five looks like."
Party of five? Wasn't this supposed to be a girls night? Who else did Hinata invite? But before either woman could ask, the bouncer had steered them through the front door.
Music pulsated even louder inside the club. Banks of prismatic laser lights swung across the dim interior. Across throngs of gyrating, buzzed dancers. Across tables laden with unattended drinks. Nothing but neon illuminated everything. A dance floor dominated the center. Circular and built around an equally round DJ stage. Where the mascot-headed artist made the revelers flow and bounce to his electronic beat. Ensconced from all sides by banks of synthesizers.
They gave the dancefloor a wide berth. There was a set of winding spiral stairs up at the back. The only way to the second floor. They passed a ritzy-looking bar where a surly tender mixed the drinks behind a screen. Backed by rows of fancy bottles of alcohol. Dusty from never being opened.
The second floor was much the same as the first. Except there was a hole in the middle where the DJ should have been. An opening for the music to waft through. There were fewer people up here. Just enough space for two enterprising kunoichi to squeeze through.
They found the booth with ease. Because they had already felt Naruto's primal magnetism. All they had to do was play hot and cold with their own bodies. The warmed under the collar they got, the closer they became. Until, finally, though a break in the crowd, they found their destination. A semi-circular table set in one corner, with one long row of leather seats around the round edge.
And there they were, the man and women of the hour. Exuding an aura of raw sex so strong they swore it shimmered the air. Hinata clutched her husband's arm possessively. Booze-laced cider clutched betwixt taloned fingers. When she saw them, she waved and shifted herself over to the table. Clearing ample space among the empty plates and bottles for her to sit. Naruto patted the warm spot next to him. The invitation was obvious, and neither woman could refuse. Even if they'd wanted to.
Such was the power of his aura, they didn't notice the booth's other occupants. At first. But when the other three blondes came into focus, both women gasped for the umpteenth time that day.
Tsunade AND Naruto's twin sisters. Both heavily pregnant, with their hair tied in identical ponytails. Melon-sized and milk-laden breasts straining their traffic cone orange leotards to the bursting point. Barely covered about the shoulders by short leather jackets. Long and toned legs packed into thigh-high stiletto boots so perfectly tailored they looked poured into them.
Nori and Naruko sat off to one side, in their own world. Round, protruding stomachs twitching as they laughed at each other's jokes. Erotic midsection shudders that disturbed the martinis balanced on their bellies. Almost spilling their drinks with every mirthful little wiggle. Ino and Sakura could see vast expanses of tanned thigh, and long arcing planes of shiny pregnant tummy above that. Because those leotards bottomed out in itty bitty dental floss thongs, and such minuscule pinky-widths of spandex had to stretch far across the lower swells of their baby bumps.
"N-Nori… Naruko…? You're both—" Sakura began.
"Nevermind them. Check her out." Ino tugged her friend's sleeve and pointed out the third blonde.
"L-Lady Tsunade?!"
"Shh." Naruto shushed her. "Don't bother her. She's pretty much never this relaxed."
Relaxed was one word to describe it. Sakura had never seen her mentor so content. Tsunade had her head resting on his shoulder. Eyes shut as she hummed, perfectly content. While she rubbed her master's bare chest with little circles. She was every bit as tarted-up as the twins. Maybe even more so.
Clearly somebody had told her about the trend about reverse bunnygirl costumes. The iconic ears lay discarded on the table. Next to her half-empty drink. But she still wore the rest of it. All four lean limbs clad from wrists to shoulders and ankles to hips in inky rubber. White collar tight to her slender neck while dark green tie vanished between her meaty teardrop tits. Swollen even larger than their already infamous size.
A pair of equally green heart pasties covered her nipples. Barely kept the getup legal for public viewing. The wide end of her tie lay atop a truly huge, gravid stomach. Pale as it breathed lazily in and out. Constrained by fishnets whose diamond holes framed the former hokage's popped-out navel. A belly button pierced by a pornographic parody of the first hokage's necklace. Reimagined as the world's naughtiest tummy jewelery.
Holy shit, her outfit was even filthier than the twins'. Sakura reeled to try and comprehend what she was seeing. Tsunade had been an icon in the village. A role model for kunoichi to look up to and emulate. Strong, charismatic, dependable. And possibly the first fantasy crush any young man developed. Yet here she was, bred and on display like some conquered trophy. Eye candy for the casual observer.
How was that last part even possible? Wasn't she pushing sixty or something?
All this led Sakura to call out her mentor's name again. Against Naruto's suggestion. He sighed when she stirred from her booze nap.
"Mmph. Stupid secretary. Gimme five more minutes the patient can wait…" Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw her student. That woke her up for sure.
"Sakura?! What are you doing here?!" Tsunade sat bolt-upright. Suddenly very aware of how damn near naked she was.
"What am I doing here?" Sakura's voice became shrill. "What are you doing here? Dressed like that?"
Tsunade stared down at her costume as if she'd only just noticed it. She blushed bright red, and tried to placate her former apprentice.
"Well, the thing is, Sakura. When you get to be a single woman at my age… well… Um…" She trailed off and leaned over to her master. "Naruto, help me out here I sound like some kind of horny idiot." She whispered to him.
"But you are a horny idiot, granny." He smirked.
Tsunade twitched. "I know that, but I don't want her to know that."
Sakura put her hands on her hips. "I'm standing right here you know. Also, what do you mean when I get to be a single woman at your age?"
"…Nothing?"
"Ha! She's got you there." Naruto laughed.
"You hush." Tsunade said.
"Nah, I'm having too much fun."
Tsunade twitched again. Lips pursed she thumped a fist on his bare chest. "I don't care how good you are in bed. I can still give you a good thumping."
"Yeah, well not when you've got our kids inside you, you can't. Remember what you said about stress and pregnant women?"
"I… You…" Tsunade held onto her rising annoyance for several seconds. Then she relented. "Okay, fine, you're right. I did say that didn't I?"
Naruto squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "Just relax. Breathe. You don't do that enough."
Tsunade settled back onto his shoulder. Then poked his nose. "You're lucky you're so handsome, mister."
Ino and Sakura looked at each other. What the heck had just happened? Ino gave voice to the question. Naruto seemed pretty forthright with the answer.
"She's had a really stressful life. And with the kids on the way, well, she needs to make a couple changes."
"Are you sure? She looks pretty out of it." Sakura said.
"Oh, that's my sisters' handiwork. They taught her a few meditation techniques. It helps her stay, you know, level."
Ino snickered. "While snuggling your chest. Yeah, I bet that's relaxing."
Naruto shrugged. "Hey, I'm not about to complain." Something in his eyes flashed. "Wanna try it, Ino?"
Ino flushed a little. She certainly thought about it. But on reflex, she found herself toying with her wedding ring. "Maybe, some other time."