WANTED: Sayuri Senju

It was as pleasant of an afternoon as it ever had been in Kumogakure. The sun had come out from behind the clouds, the birds were chirping joyously. On such a wonderful day, The Beauty of the Hidden Leaf Village was tasked yet again, with the assignment of tracking down and assassinating a wealthy businessman. Using her perceptive sensory skills, Sayuri had tracked down the executive of a successful wallet company in the local beach bar. Blending in with the environment was half the battle itself.

All eyes were on Sayuri as she emerged from the water to lie down on the beach. Dressed in a skin tight jet black bikini, Sayuri rolled around, allowing the sand to stick to her wet body. Opposite of the ocean was the bar, filled with various locals. Among them, was none other than the president of the wallet company, who removed his sunglasses to get a better look at the fine woman. A grin appeared on his face, as Sayuri made eye contact from afar. Rising to her feet, Sayuri slowly began to approach him, her large features bouncing voluptuously from side to side, with each and every step she took.

She entered the bar to a load of whistles. Sayuri smiled warmly, climbing onto the lap of the company president. She placed a leg on either side of his body while he leaned back in his chair, grasping the thick flesh of her plump bottoms. The president whistled at the bartender, who then by command, proceeded to clear the rest of the bar. This president was wealthy enough to just clear an entire bar with the use of his status. Sayuri leaned forward, planting a soft, gentle kiss on the cheek of the president, who shooed away the bartender as well, so that the two were entirely alone.

The president pulled Sayuri closer towards him, so that her large, aching breasts pressed tightly against his suit and tie. He captured the woman's mouth hungrily, slipping his tongue between her soft, pink lips, whilst grasping her plump bottoms tighter and tighter. Suddenly, a Sayuri's tongue hardened, emitting a long rod from the very tip. The president's eyes widened, as the rod extended down his throat, causing him to choke. Sayuri continued kissing him, until the president's eyes rolled back, and his eye lids closed forever. She sat there, in his lap, her lips still pressed against the corpse. The rod made it's way down the man's dead body, and into his stomach.