Sakura's Employment

Sakura had noticed something was wrong with her teacher. It wasn’t immediately obvious, but the Hokage was abnormally tired. Which was saying something because Tsunade almost always had an air of not enough sleep.

“Tsunade-sama, are you… are you alright?” It had taken everything in her, but she had managed to broach her disease.

Tsunade waved her fan idly. “Yea yea. Jeez, I must look absolutely horrid if you’re commenting on it. I’ll try to get some more sleep.”

Sakura, having done her due duty as a student, vacated the Hokage’s office and returned to her duties.

The fact that Tsunade looked worse the following day didn’t help settle the growing unease in Sakura’s stomach.

“Teacher. Were you able to sleep?”

The Hokage looked at her with unseeing eyes. Then, after the words finally reached her brain, she blinked and answered, “Sakura? What are you doing here? I thought I sent you away.”

“I was asking if you were able to sleep, teacher.”

“Sleep. Hah.” Tsunade laughed as if the very concept was fictional. “Haven’t been able to sleep a wink. I know, I know, medical genius Tsunade can’t cure some simple insomnia, but it’s eluding me.”

“I see.” Sakura didn’t understand, but if her teacher was stumped, then what was she supposed to do about it? There weren’t any other healers that were even half-way as capable as the Hokage. If she was being generous, she understood half of what she had been taught and that was likely only a hundredth of the sheer breadth of knowledge that her teacher possessed.

Sakura looked at Tsunade, whose head was already drooping to her desk. She had to do something though.

“Perhaps… I could observe you while you tried to sleep? Just as a second set of eyes, if nothing else.”

“You think I just let any ninja into my bedroom? Hah.” Tsunade laughed to herself. “Maybe if you had bigger boobs.”

“Sensei!”

“Relax. Taking a joke gracefully is a lesson I still need to teach you, huh. Yeah, I’ll… yawn… schedule that in.”

*Bonk*

Tsunade’s head collapsed into the desk with a small bonk. She immediately jumped up and started searching the room for enemies.

“Teacher. I’m afraid I have to insist. I’m going to watch over you while you try to sleep tonight. Got it?”

“Fine. Though if this is your way of getting into my pants, you could have been more direct. It’s already pretty late, let’s get going.”

Sakura awoke on an operating table, strapped to it with no room to maneuver. The room was brightly lit, so much so that it was hard to make out anything from the glaring light shining above her head. She could see however that there was a woman standing over her; someone with huge breasts, dressed in a nurse outfit. She couldn’t make out anything above the chest area though.

Next to her stood another woman, more moderately attired in a lab coat and a blouse. That woman started talking to her.

“Beginning operation two-point-one. Expected duration: one hour. Nurse, please hand me the scalpel.”

“Teehee. Yes doctor.” Wait. Was that Tsunade’s voice. And what was that about a scalpel. Sakura tried to escape her bonds, but her body felt unusually sluggish. She had been ****, almost certainly.

“Let me go. There’s no way you won’t get caught.”

The woman’s voice was deep with an underlying rasp. “How exactly would I get caught? I’ve taken every precaution to avoid leaving any evidence. Besides, I already have your leader under control. She’s already under orders to not imprison me.”

“So you’ve done something to the Hokage.”

“Yes, my latest and most wonderful art. Latent Personality Subversion. The same thing that I’m going to do to you. Do not worry. It won’t hurt. I will be administering anesthesia.” The gleam of the scalpel suggested that if she had been awake, the pain would have been very real. Their sessions to resist **** by and large suggested that at some point even the strongest willed would break. Here she wouldn’t even have that opportunity.

The doctor continued on without respect for Sakura’s internal monologue. “Any objections?”

“Yes. No matter how secure you think you are, everyone forgets or overlooks something. Someone will find you out and take you down.” A picture of a blonde, orange ninja entered her mind briefly.

“If you gives you comfort to think that, then feel free. Your choice of thoughts is rather limited however, so make the best use of your remaining time.” The doctor brought down a mask over Sakura’s mouth and nose. She did her best not to breath in, but she could only last so long, especially without the aid of her chakra. She took a breath and a moment later she was out.

“Senior nurse Tsunade! Senior nurse Tsunade!” She called out. The older nurse turned around, which was a feat in and of itself considering her bulky tits weighing her frame down. Sakura’s own pair, while certainly big, were nowhere near as large.

“Yes, junior nurse Sakura?” Tsunade asked.

The two of them were alone in Tsunade’s bedroom. Sakura had moved in to save on rent from her apartment. She didn’t make that much as a nurse, so finding a roommate had seemed natural. And her older colleague was nice enough to oblige.

“Am I masturbating right?” She pointed to her crotch where her hand was quite busy with her pussy.

“Hmm.” Tsunade leaned down and inspected her motions. “Everything looks to be in order. You’ve really improved over the past week. Good job, junior nurse Sakura.”

Sakura beamed. She was still learning about how to be a good nurse. To that effort, she even kept the nurse outfit on when she returned home from her job. It helped get her in the proper mindset to be a sex bomb for the doctor. It also looked really hot on her, which helped entice Tsunade-sensei to do exactly what she was doing right now, which was to say, helping her masturbate.

Tsunade stuck her digits inside her colleague’s sopping wet cunt. She swirled them around and withdrew, leaving a sticky wet trail connecting her to Sakura. She lifted her fingers up to her mouth and stuck it in her own mouth, tasting Sakura’s pussy juices.

“Mmm. You’ve even been taking the supplements every night, I see. Tastes like strawberries.”

“Of course! I wouldn’t dare dream of disobeying the doctor’s orders.”

“Good girl. Girls like us with empty heads need to do whatever we’re told, so we can be useful.”

“Of course!”

“You’ll also be a good girl while taking care of her during the day.”

“Of course!”

“Then I suppose you deserve to be payed for your outstanding efforts.” Tsunade took Sakura's head in her hand and pushed it into her cleavage. Sakura started licking her tits and moaning, which Tsunade took as a sign of acceptance of payment. The doctor was a genius like that. Instead of having to always pay them herself, she could make her nurses use each other bodies as currency. The two fucked like this almost every night. And they would for as long as they worked under the doctor, which would hopefully be for the rest of their lives. The pay was just too good after all.