13. co-stars AU
"So," Ino takes an extended sip of her pineapple daiquiri, "explain to me one more time how you ended up with a contract to do five porn movies, when you told me that you were going to apply for a job at Ichiraku. Because I feel like I missed something here."
Sakura drops her head into her hands and groans, her pink hair falling to curtain her face. “I don’t know, Ino. I did go to put in my application at Ichiraku, but on my way there I saw a sign for auditions and I thought why not? It just happened, okay?”
The beautiful blonde raises a skeptical eyebrow at her. “So you saw a sign advertising auditions for porn and decided that’s what you want to do with your life?”
"I didn’t know it was for porn!" Sakura cries.
It’s a difficult to decide whether to laugh at or comfort Sakura, and Ino opts for nursing her drink. “And yet you must have known before you inked your name on the contract. So spill, Forehead Girl, why did you do it?”
The look Sakura gives her is both sheepish and piteously miserable. “I may have been a little…starstruck.”
Ino’s straw pauses halfway to her mouth. “…go on.”
She takes a deep breath. “His name is Sasuke.”
Ino spits out her drink, eyes bugging out of her head. “You’re gonna get fucked on camera by Uchiha Sasuke?!”
Sakura looks at her curiously. “You know who he is?”
Ino turns seven shades of red. “I’ve seen a few videos…anyway, that’s not the point. He’s the hottest thing on three legs, and you somehow nab the chance-”
"Ino, I’m not sure you know how anatomy works-"
Ino waves her hand dismissively. “You’ll see what I mean. When do you start filming?”
Sakura’s face flushes a dusky pink. “I have to go by the studio tomorrow to do a reading.”
Ino rolls her eyes to the sky. “Who the hell needs a reading for porn? You will literally only be saying five words: ‘oh god,’ ‘yes,’ ‘faster’, and ‘harder.’”
But the blonde shakes her head. “You’re not going to last five minutes in the porn business, much less with Uchiha Sasuke.”
The next day when she steps onto the set of Naughty Nurse I (the sequels are already assured), Sakura feels both over- and underdressed simultaneously. Her make-up is underdone and her cardigan is too much, and the nearly naked girls having their breasts touched up give her a skeptical side-eye.
Stoutly ignoring them, she makes her way through the busy crowd of assistants, spotting the director that she auditioned for yesterday. His small dark eyes light up when he sees her.
"There’s my starlet!" he cries jubilantly, while beside him her co-star-to-be watches with a measure of bored disdain.
Uchiha Sasuke is a legend in the porn world, as Sakura discovered through discreet internet research the night before (she’s sure her face is still red). He towers over her, his dark features at once brooding and magnetic. It’s impossible to look away from him.
By contrast, Sakura is small and pink and has had one boyfriend in her twenty-two years of life.
But Jiraiya, the director, declared her to be the perfect ingenue for his latest film as soon as he saw her delicate features and easily-blushing demeanor. His face was the charicature of cartoonish perverted delight when she informed him that her unusual pink hair was in fact natural.
He jovially directs her toward her dressing room, where her “team” is ready to dress her and do her make-up.
Sakura stares at him in surprise. “I thought we were just doing a reading today.”
He roars with laughter. “Oh my dear girl, time moves too quickly in this business. Today we’ll do some practice shots and blocking. Tomorrow we begin filming! Oh, also there are some release forms you’ll need to sign. Standard business mumbo jumbo.”
Sakura blinks in shock as one of the assistants leads her away.
Sasuke watches out of the corner of his eye as the new girl is lead away. He’s seen a lot of girls like her, naïve and with no idea of what they’re getting into. They see his face and assume that because he fucks them on camera, he’ll fall in love with them. They don’t stick around long.
This one at least looks different, he’ll give her that. He overheard Jiraiya asking if her pink hair was natural (not that his interest was in her head), and her confirmation. It’s almost endearing the way her hair color complements the rosy shade her face turns when she blushes.
Half an hour later as he de-robes himself, standing there in his black silk boxers, she finally emerges from the dressing room. There is not a lot that turns him on anymore, given the sheer amount of sex he’s had since he’s been working in this business, but the sight of Haruno Sakura in a tight white nurse’s dress gives him considerable pause.
She tugs nervously on the short hemline that barely covers her thighs, and the skyrocketting heels she’s wearing make her legs go on for miles. The dress’s front zipper has been pulled down to her mid-abdomen, exposing a large expanse of cleavage. The make-up team actually did a decent job, subtly highlighting her eyes with a shimmery white eyeshadow that manages not to look clownish.
Sasuke feels a twitch in his boxers, and smirks bemusedly to himself. Jiraiya, eyeing him closely, nudges him in the ribs.
"Eh? I did good with this one." He winks and Sasuke rolls his eyes, moving to take his place on the set. He removes his boxers and puts on he hideous hospital gown costume, climbing easily onto the hospital bed. Sakura hovers uncertainly at the edge of the fake room.
Jiraiya claps a large hand on her shoulder. “Okay, Sakura, here’s your motivation: Sasuke here is your patient and you’re hopelessly enamoured with him. He’s bedridden and can’t walk, so you seize your chance to seduce him. But you’ve never seduced anyone before, so make it as convincing as possible. Got all that?”
Sasuke can’t help the smirk that curls his lips as she nods, her face turning red as a tomato.
"Now we’re not going to film these takes, I just want you to get used to touching Sasuke and flesh out your chemistry. All ready?"
His smirk turns into a chuckle as he sees her mouth the words ‘oh dear god,’ but she puts on a professional face and maneuvers around the props to stand beside the bed.
"Go ahead and straddle him, Sakura," Jiraiya hollers from the director’s chair.
Her gaze drifts toward the ceiling as she turns beet red and clambers onto the bed. Her skin-tight dress rides up higher as her thighs settle on either side of his hips, and she aggressively avoids looking at him as his fingertips rest against the curve of her butt. She bites her pretty lips as Sasuke gives her a light squeeze.
Jiraiya claps delightedly. “Alright, here we go! Annnnnnd….ACTION!”