Tsunade stopped in the lobby of the apartment building.

Lipstick, check.

Stockings straight, check.

No visible panty lines, check.

She was on the way to see her most notorious client Jiraiya, a number one best seller of over a dozen books and a complete and total letch. Not only was he a letch, he was a lazy letch. Tsunade punched the elevator button and rode to his penthouse is seething silence, her aura of anger causing any poor soul in the box to suddenly decide to take the stairs.

The blonde gave a sigh. If only she hadn't been to so damn eager to take him on as an author, but that first novel of his enamored her. It was full of adventure. When Tsunade sat down to read it, she was the gusty ninja fighting to save her village. She had fought and snarled with the other editors to get him signed to her. Her stubborn will continued to bite her in the ass.

The Gusty Ninja was a one off. Jiraiya, it seemed, was more interested in writing soft core porn. Tsunade considered herself a serious editor and having to red ink, draft after draft of people in various positions and making notes like no one was that limber, was grating on her. To top it all off, The Pervy Guru had decided to not grace their scheduled meeting with his presence. Her knuckles rapped on his door. If only it was his head instead.

"Jiraiya, I know you are in there. We had a meeting this morning. A meeting you missed."

Her phone started ringing. Tsunade picked it up with a sigh. This was an old game between them.

"Hello," she said into the mobile.

"Tsunade" a masculine voice said back, a voice she heard on the phone and through the door. "I forgot about our meeting, I'm actually out. Funny story-"

The blonde powerhouse had had enough. She kicked the door so hard it shuddered on its hinges. "I can hear you through the door, asshole. Now open it before I break it down."

The door handle jiggled as it was unlocked and it slowly opened to show an almost fearful white haired author looking at her.

"Hello Tsunade." Jiraiya said, feigning innocence. "What a pleasant surprise."

The blonde snorted and pushed past him. His apartment was the same as always. She knew he had a cleaning service; she set it up herself after coming in and sitting on a used condom. But there were still books and other unsavory paraphernalia scattered around the room. After gingerly checking her favored chair, Tsunade sat down and opened her briefcase.

"You should make me some tea." She said, not looking up. "Since I was nice enough to come all the way down here for you."

She finished setting up her workstation and a cup of tea appeared by her elbow. She felt his presence hovering and looked up to see him leaned over trying his best to see down her shirt. Tsunade leaned her head back and smiled mirthlessly at him.

"Do you seriously want me to punch you again? I'm starting to think you get off on it." She gestured to the seat beside her. "Sit down so we can get this paperwork sorted and I can go back to the real world."

Jiraiya sat across from her and they worked through the ends and outs of the paperwork involved with being a published and successful author. For once he was completely professional, courteous even as he got up to refill her tea. She knew something was up.

"Alright, Jiraiya," Tsunade said, the polite act was started to grate on her. "What is it?"

He had the nerve to blush slightly. "Well, Tsunade, I ahh… want to ask you out on a date." He said stumbling over his words.

The agent couldn't help it. She threw her head back and laughed. Clutching her stomach Tsunade got herself under enough control to huff out. "You can't be serious."

Jiraiya stood up and paced. His movement's jerky with anger. "I'm dead serious. I have that damn author's ball to go to and I want someone I can actually talk to going with me instead of some doxy in it for the champagne and the chance to get laid."

She whistled low, a bit speechless. "Is that why you are being so nice to me? You're trying to butter me up, so I'll go with you."

"No… well yes" he confessed.

This was perfect. Tsunade gave a bright smile as she sp[rung her trap. "I will go with you on two conditions. One you make to our next meeting. Two, we talk about a sequel to The Gusty Ninja. Do we have a deal?"

His smile was dazzling. "My beautiful Princess," he proclaimed, "We most definitely have a deal. I'll pick out your dress."

Tsunade gave him an ugly look and stood gathering her briefcase. "Thank you but no. I'll text you my address and you can pick me up the night of and drop me back home directly after. I'm not… what was that word you used, a doxy wanting booze and certainly not wanting a lay."