"I don't want to go to a strip club," Minato said through his phone with a roll of his eyes. Jiraiya just would not take no for an answer. It must have been the fifteenth time they had this same exact conversation.

"You can't not go to a strip club for your bachelor party!" Jiraiya argued.

"I think I can," Minato responded, running a hand through his bangs.

"It's not like we're talking about some shoddy place that's got cockroaches," Jiraiya began. Minato felt his nose curl at the thought. "We're talking about Mangekyo Strip Club. You know how high end that place is? It's full of executives. You'll fit right in."

Minato groaned and just wanted to throw his head on the desk. He wasn't even getting married for another few months, but his best friend and best man, Jiraiya, was going on an extended business trip for Konoha Enterprises and wouldn't be back in town until the day of the wedding. So he wanted to go out and plan the party with plenty of time in advance so he could be part of it. And while Minato appreciated the sentiment, Jiraiya should never have been allowed to plan any party of any sort.

"Kushina explicitly said no strip clubs," Minato said back.

"No she did not. She told me that strip clubs were fine as long as there was no touching. Which means we're going!"

Minato frowned. When had she said that?

"A place like that can't be cheap," Minato asked absentmindedly. While he had never been to any strip club, Mangekyo was one that was downtown and was well known for being expensive and high end with one hell of a reputation.

"Seriously?" Jiraiya said with a scoff. "Between your salary—a CEOs salary—and mine, there is no reason to be even remotely concerned about that."

Minato pinched the bridge of his nose and fought back a sigh. The CEO thing was still new to him, and due to the fact that he was the youngest CEO in Konoha Enterprises history, there was a lot of pressure on him to not fuck up. Somehow he didn't think that being spotted at a strip club would help alleviate any of that immense pressure.

"Jiraiya, I really don't—"

"We're picking you up tomorrow night and I don't want to hear another peep from you. See you then."

The line went dead and Minato huffed and tossed his cell phone on the glass desk, checking the watch on his wrist. It was already eleven and he was just finishing up at the office. He wouldn't get home for another twenty minutes and by then Kushina would be asleep.

Grabbing his suit jacket and briefcase, Minato left the skyscraper that was Konoha Enterprises HQ.

Nina ran her fingers through her black hair, stepping off stage and trying to catch her breath. She held the clothes she discarded during the performance against her stomach, not bothering to cover herself as she grabbed a navy silk robe that was hung up and waiting for her.

Bee would be collecting the rest of the tips she earned while she put her clothes back on and then she would be gone for the night. She wasn't even supposed to be working but she let Mei talk her into covering a shift.

Yeah, she could use the money, but this was the eighth night in a row she worked. And her feet were starting to kill her from the six inch, needle point stilettos she had to wear.

"Katia," Tsunade's voice could be heard booming over the music, referring to Nina by her stage name. Nina looked to where the House Mom was walking over to her with her hands on her hips. Nina set her clothes down on her dressing room desk and put the robe on, covering her body.

"What?" Nina asked when Tsunade got close enough that she didn't have to shout.

"Madara's looking for you," She said with a cross of her arms.

Nina immediately rolled her brown eyes and groaned. Madara was the last person on Earth she wanted to deal with right now.

"No. I'm going home," Nina remarked as she rummaged through the shelves next to her desk and pulled out a pair of skin tight jeans, a white crop top, and vans.

Choosing to ignore the House Mom, Nina slipped the clothes on and when she was dressed she threw the silk robe on the pile of her wrinkled stage clothes and piled them all into her tote bag that held her makeup, accessories, and anything else she needed for work.

"You can go home after you talk to him. I'm not having him chew my ass out because you wanted to leave," Tsunade said, putting her foot down.

Nina fought back the urge to roll her eyes, knowing that Tsunade would give her shit for it if she did. The House Mom was a legend and years ago she was a dancer for another high end club but then she got tired of it and retired from the industry, with enough money to not have to work for a few years. Then she got into gambling and drinking and needed to find work again, choosing to be a House Mom where she got more money and didn't have to strap on the stilettos for it. It was great for everyone. The girls didn't have to deal with Madara, Madara didn't have to deal with them, and Tsunade was the in between for it. And normally it was great, but the blonde woman didn't take lightly to the younger girls' attitudes, Nina included.

"Fine," Nina groaned.

Tsunade smirked at her and nodded, "See you tomorrow."

Nina didn't say anything as she grabbed her black tote and left the dressing room area and headed out into the club.

Another girl was already dancing on stage, flirting with the club goers who watched as she spun on the pole in a way that made Nina's hands hurt. They were all so enticed with the way she moved her hips that no one even paid any mind to her leaving.

"Bee!" Nina called out when she saw the bouncer talking to his brother Ay, who was bartending that night.

"Hey," Bee said giving her a smile and reaching behind the bar to pull out a shoe box.

"Thank you again," She said as he handed her the box. She opened it and counted through the bills, tallying up a total of about $600 for the night. She counted out $60 for Bee, who always collected her tips for her, and another $240 for Madara.

"Seriously, Katia you don't have to tip me out," Bee tried, seeing the measly $300 that was left over for her.

"Yes, I do. Because otherwise those bitches will steal my money. It's not your fault Madara takes forty fucking percent of my tips," She grumbled.

The bouncers rarely collected tips for the girls, but Bee and Nina had been friends long enough, each working at the club for a number of years, that he made an exception for her. And even though she wished she could have tipped him out more, she always tried to give him something for the trouble.

"That's fucked," Ay said, feeling her pain as Madara took a good chunk of his tips from bartending.

"Right?" Nina said with a bitter laugh as she shoved the $300 into her purse and looked around the club for her boss. "Now where is the asshole?" She remarked.

And sure enough, Madara was shaking hands with a group of men who were wearing suits that were worth probably a grand. Nina rolled her eyes and waved to Bee and Ay before approaching Madara as he walked away from the group.

"Madara," She called out.

The black haired man looked at her and gave her a smile that probably would give nightmares to children if they ever saw it. Nina held the money out to him which he took and counted, raising an eyebrow at her.

"You only made $600 tonight?" He asked over the music that was going to make them all deaf one day.

"It's a Thursday and I don't work Thursday's so my normal clients weren't here. Sue me," She retorted with a cross of her arms. Madara put his hands up as to apologize without actually saying so and pocketed the money.

"Tsunade said you were looking for me," She said when he was silent for what felt like hours.

"Yes. I wanted to let you know that I booked you for a private party tomorrow night and a champagne room as well," He said, folding his hands behind his back.

Nina blinked at him. Had he really said what she thought he said?

"I don't do those anymore," She said lowly, fighting to choke back the anger that was threatening to come to a boil.

"You are tomorrow," Madara said, giving her a forced smile.

"You can go fuck yourself if you think I'm doing that," Nina remarked, knowing full well that she was probably the only person in the entire club that could speak to Madara Uchiha like that.

Madara's eyes narrowed at her and his jaw locked the way it always did when the two of them got into spats.

She had been working for Madara for a little more than six years, starting as a busser and waitress at sixteen when she lied about her age, and moving up to a dancer at seventeen. And at twenty-two she was still there, bringing him more revenue than any of the other girls combined. It was because she had been there so long that she was able to get away with things like that, and the fact that they both knew he needed the money she brought in.

"Katia, be reasonable," He tried, using her stage name since they were in the front of the club.

"I am. Ever since that last incident in the champagne room I don't do them anymore," Nina snapped, remembering the way the jackass whipped his dick out and thought he could just fuck her because she was 'only a stripper'.

He got a fake nail in his eye and Madara got an earful of how she would never work private parties or champagne rooms ever again.

"Katia," He growled, trying to keep himself in check since there were so many people in the club. He wouldn't risk the friendly persona he wore around his clients.

"Madara," She said back.

"This man is the CEO for—"

"You know how many CEO's are here?" Nina snapped back, getting a little too loud for her boss's liking.

"Just this one time!" He snapped, throwing his hands up in the air. Nina felt her eye twitch. He must have been pretty desperate.

"Have Mei work it!" She tried. The redhead who worked with her loved working private parties and she would have jumped all over it since they usually brought in more tips.

"These men want my best dancer which happens to be you," Madara tried to explain with his nose curled like a wolf's when it snarled.

"Sounds like a personal problem," Nina said with a smirk.

"I'll give you whatever you want if you just fucking work this for me," Madara begged through his teeth. Nina raised an eyebrow at his pleading tone and before she knew it, a smirk slithered across her face, making a dimple pierce one cheek.

"I want eighty percent of my tips," She said, looking at him triumphantly.

"Sixty-five,"

"Eighty,"

"Seventy,"

"Eighty or I'm not doing it," Nina remarked. She knew full well who held the power in this situation.

Madara brushed back his wild black hair and groaned, "Fine! Fine whatever! Will you do it?" He shouted, earning the stares from the bartenders who were only a few steps away.

"Yes sir," Nina said with a grin, shaking Madara's hand.

"Sometimes I fucking hate you," Madara grumbled under his breath as he stalked off.

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