{Fiction - YooSu} The Mighty Red Manicured Pimp Hand 4
Title: The Mighty Red Manicured Pimp Hand
Author: egoisticfreak
Paring: YooSu, JaeMinHo
Genre: Crack, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 4/20
Beta:lady_shira32
Summary: Pimp Yoochun went to his favorite strip club and his BFF dropped him something about a heavenly ass stripper. When he saw him dance his ass out of heaven, the pimp decided to use every power on his PIMP hand to get the heavenly ass...
Chapter 4 - Breathe … Yes Breathe.
"Junsu?" he muttered to the red-head in front of him.
“What the fuck are ya lookin’ at? Who the hell are you? You bumpin’ me like a bitch!!!” Junsu exclaimed with his hand in the air and was about to bitch slap Yoochun’s face, but the pimp hand stopped him and grabbed his wrist, and dragged Junsu to the general direction of the nearby coffee shop named StarDucks (yes, not Starbucks… It’s Star-D-U-C-K-S). They went inside the shop and Yoochun smiled at the barista.
“Hmm … M-Minshi, Right?” Yoochun has difficulty reading the nameplate since the girl was incessantly bowing her head to show her respect to the pimp.
“Uhhh… My fuckin’ presence is just too powerful. Even this beauty is affected,” he thought to himself. Then he cleared his throat once the girl stopped bobbing her head nonstop.“Well, Minshi, I would like to order two tall vanilla latte.”
“Your name, sir?” asked the shoulder-length haired girl whose face was turning tomato-red ever so slowly.
“Junsu,” Yoochun said while giving her a couple of new crisp bills and smirked at the guy beside him, who was giving him an 'I'M-SERIOUSLY-GONNA-KICK-YO-ASS look. PimpChun smirked even more when he saw that face. Smirk. Smirk. And smirk.
“Right away, sir,” Minshi smiled sheepishly and blushed even more.
Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s arm and pulled him to the corner of the café. It was quite dim but the sun-kissed glow of the lights made the pimp felt at ease. He looked at Junsu and was slapped by the latter in the face.
“Fuck! That F-U-C-K-I-N hurts bitch! Who gave you the permission to hit the billion-dollar face of the pimp!” he shouted at the divine rear.
“Who the hell are you, bringing me here to this coffee shop? Fuck it!” Junsu screamed and squealed at the tough and oh-so-pimpy ears of Yoochun.
Yoochun’s eyes widened as hell, “You don’t remember me? How could you not remember an overly-gorgeous-guy with matching billion-dollar money to back up with?”
Junsu fell blank for a second or two.His face lit up with anger (again) after a few moments of recalling. “I remember. You were the bastard from last night.”
“What? Do you want me to-” Yoochun shook his head. “Nevermind.”
Junsu stayed silent. The pimp sat on the couch and invited Junsu to sit beside him. The other guy looked at him, or to be more honest, glared at him. He was about to walk away when the pimp pulled his pants, touching his ass, and making him crash into the couch with Yoochun as the cushion.
"Uhh… His ass feels divine.” Now the pimp wants to ravish that ass. RIGHT NOW, OH YEAH!!!
After a few moments, their lattes were served and both sipped smoothly and coolly. Yoochun watched Junsu as he sipped the latte fast. A few more sips and he was done.
“I wish you could sip me like that.” PimpChun let out.
Junsu just scoffed at the remark.“Hey, I’m supposed to meet my friend right now,” Junsu told the pimp, standing up and getting ready to take his leave. “Thanks for the latte, but I really have to go.”
Yoochun pulled Junsu back to his chair, making the divine rear squeal in surprise. A smirk appeared (again) on Yoochun’s face. He wanted to hear that squeal again and again. “Stay here, bitch. You ain’t goin' nowhere lest I tell you to go.”
“You bastard! You can’t just command me like that! YOU DON’T FUCKIN’ OWN ME!” he yelled as his cell phone rang. The name Yunho-boy flashed on his screen. He answered the phone, but the pimp, with his fast reflexes, took it away from the rear-blessed man who was squirming on his lap.
“Hello? Yunho? Remember me, it’s Yoochun. Let me remind you that you’re now on top of MAZE because of me, right? Hmmm… Yes … I know that … Will you cancel whatever appointment you have with Junsu today? Well then, thank you.” He pushed the end call button and returned the phone back to the almost-angry-yet-so-cute face of Junsu. “You’re so adorable!” he chuckled. “Yunho canceled your so-called apologetic date. Since you don’t have to see him anymore, why don’t you come with me later? I have to show you something.”
Junsu sighed, “”Why are you so pushy? Besides, that’s my friend. You can’t just tell him to cancel on whatever thing we’re on!”
“Yunho was my most-prized part of my boytoy collection. He was a farkin’ ordinary boy with a talent that entertained me, and one RAINY NIGHT, I spotted him dancing. I couldn't control him. MY PIMP HAND yearned to pimp that bitch. So I called my stylists, trainers and other pimpifiers to amp up his smokin’ gheinezz and I coerced Jaejoong into hiring him. Take note, COERCED. His debut in MAZE was the BOMB of the heaven’s gheilandia {a/n:Chun refers to the holy land of the ghei, peepz}. From there on, he was on top of the SEX FOOD CHAIN of MAZE. I don’t think he would be able to say NO to me,” replied Yoochun with an overly-cocky-pimp smile plastered on his face.
Junsu rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I understand that. But isn’t it unethical to do such a thing?”
“What? Unethical? Bitch, I wrote the rules of Ethics,” retorted the pimp.
“This is pointless. Sorry, but I need to go,” Junsu stood up, but then again, the pimp pulled him. “What the hell?!”
“I’m gonna offer you something. Be my bitch and you’ll be on top of MAZE,” Yoochun whispered to Junsu’s sensitive ears while holding him tight.
Junsu tried shrugging Yoochun off of him. “Seriously, I don’t want to be your bitch. I just want to dance. Stripping is just a hobby for me. FYI, I do have a decent job.”
“Really? Hmmm… Well,” Yoochun said while letting Junsu stand up for the last time. “I’ll just have to see you tonight then.”
Junsu looked at the pimp and just had to smirk at him. “Sorry to kill your fantasies about me, but I’m off for tonight.” He walked away, leaving the pimp with an evil look.
Yoochun grinned devilishly, “We’ll see about that.”
Junsu walked out of the café briskly and called Yunho, “Ho, sorry about that. The fuckin’ bastard slash so-called pimp was just way too annoying!”
“Don’t say that about him. He’s actually a good guy, although in a very weird and pimpy way,” replied Yunho.
“Good? In what aspect? He wanted me to be his bitch and even offered me the top spot of MAZE. I don’t want it. You deserve to be on top if it’s dancing we're talking about,” said Junsu.
“Thanks, but if he wants you to be the next main star of Maze, then you can have it. He can easily pull the strings over at MAZE because his best buddies with the boss. And besides, I have been holding that title for three years now. I think it's about time that I pass on the glory to you,” replied Yunho, his voice laced with melancholy.
Junsu shrieked. “Don’t be like that, there's just so much drama. I know you love your spot in MAZE. Besides, I have a job in the hospital in the afternoon so I don’t think I'll be able to keep up with the pressure. I’ll just have to deal with that bastard if ever he-” Yunho cuts him off.
“Don’t mess with him, okay? Plant this in yo ass, I mean, brain, man. Park Yoochun is the most POWERFUL pimp in Las Vegas,” Yunho replied with worry.
“Fine, fine. So, are we still on for this afternoon? Let’s watch a movie or something?” suggested Junsu.
“Alright, meet me at the shop in front of Venetia Hotel, okay?” replied Yunho.
It was seven o’clock in the evening and Junsu finally got to rest his well-endowed ass on his bed. He put his hands behind his head and laid himself. He looked at the ceiling. His eyes slowly closed, but he could still hear the pimp’s voice ringing in his ass, err noo (that's soo wrong) in his ears, “Be my bitch … Be my bitch … Be my bitch … Be my bitch … Be my bitch … Be my bitch …”
“Fuck you, bastah - ” he muttered as he succumbed to slumber.
After exactly three hours, as if 10:02 pm and 17 seconds, Junsu was startled when his cell phone rang loudly in the background. “GAH!” He shouted at the noisy contraption. His eyes widened when the name Fur-CLAD Jaejoong appeared on his phone. He answered it immediately. “Hello Boss? Whazzup?”
“Come here by 11. You have a private client,” Jaejoong ordered with an undeniably serious voice, all traces of his overly ghei and enthusiastic self gone.
“But-”
“No But(t)s. This is an important client. I don’t want you to give the club a bad name. Just come here and dance for him, then you can go,” said his boss.
“Fine, I’ll be getting ready,” Junsu answered in defeat as he hung up the phone.
If Jaejoong wasn’t such a good boss, he would have kicked him already. Yet, he was the nicest (not to mention gayest) boss he's ever had. He couldn't say NO to his overtly queer and highly fashionable boss.
“I’ll just have to dance anyway,” he convinced himself, and went to hit the showers.
After 45 minutes, Junsu appeared in the dressing room of MAZE.
“WAH! Why are you here? You were supposed to be off today, right?” asked the forever-smiling face of Yesung.
“I have a private client. Jaejoong asked me to do it so I agreed,” Junsu replied while changing into a pair of very shimmery purple pants with leather chained belts. “Uhm, can you hand me that glow powder, please?”
“Oh yes, here,” Yesung handed him the bottle located at the cabinet beside Junsu’s dresser.
While the divine rear was putting on some powder, Changmin barged inside the dressing room. All the other strippers were shocked to see the supervisor of MAZE in their changing room. Changmin ignored everyone and quickly located Junsu. He then helped Junsu with his clothes and told him, “The pimp, I mean Yoochun, is waiting for you at the VIP room upstairs.” He kissed Junsu’s forehead for goodluck after he got his outfit fixed.
“Yoochun?” Junsu’s eyes popped out. “The bastard pimp who wanted to bitchify me today? Fuck Noooo! I won’t dance for him!”
“YOU WILL, OR ELSE MY POSTION WILL BE HISTORY." Changmin looked positively ferocious. Then he quickly reverted back to his famous puppy dog eyes. "Please don’t disappoint him,” pleaded Changmin.
“Minnie?! WTF is that face?” Junsu palmed Min’s face and kissed him back on the lips. “I’ll dance for him, fiiine." He rolled his eyes at Changmin's actions. "You don't have to be soo whiney about it. I don’t want my manager to get his wallet burned because of me. How on earth will you be able to eat if that ever happens??!”
“Thanks. Just do your best. Have fun. This is the first time that he's asked for a private performance. So you better be good!” Changmin demanded as he handed Junsu a leather cuff with diamond studs.
“What is this for?” Junsu quizzed the sex god-haired guy as he looked at the cuff.
“Tease him with that,” Changmin winked as he left the room, leaving Junsu with a blank face.
“What the hell? He sure is taking his sweet time. What if he didn’t come? Wait, I don’t have to worry. Jae assured me that he will come. Besides, he will not say NO to his own boss, right? RIGHT? RIGHT? Gosh, motherfuckin’ ass bitch, why am I worrying? The pimp shouldn’t worry since he is the PIMP after all!” he thought, messing his hair up sexily in the meantime.
A moment later, he heard a knock on the door and he fixed his hair, put on his pimp hat and held his pimp cane while crossing his legs on his famous furry pimp chair. He gritted his teeth when his divine rear went inside, his purple-and-flimsy outfit justifying that very plump behind of his. Seriously, he could’ve jizzed in his pants already.
“I’ll give you one rule,” Junsu commanded as he reached for a remote control to change the music of the room. “NO TOUCHING.”
Yoochun cocked an eyebrow and nodded. Junsu started it slow in tune to the beat of the music. Slow grinding, slow sliding, slow teasing. It was so deliciously agonizing to watch. Yoochun’s breathing became uneven and he felt the room temperature got a tad bit higher. Damn! He wanted to touch him. Seriously, as in NOW. Junsu unbuttoned his top and sauntered seductively towards Yoochun. He skin was radiating its warmth onto Yoochun's as he grind, but it wasn't close enough to touch the burning skin of the pimp. Yoochun let out a weak groan as Junsu breathed out softly on the pimp’s ear. His hands almost pulled the divine rear towards himself,but Junsu was so fast and slid out from his grasp fluidly. Junsu may had looked calm on the outside, but he felt agitated inside, thanking the heavens for his speedy reflexes.
The heavenly ass now took off his top and threw it on the feet of the pimp. The second verse of the song felt even more agonizing for him. "My senses don’t make sense at all. Amen to that," thought the pimp. The divine rear slowly unbuckled his chained belt while still on top of Yoochun’s table. Yoochun could feel the li'l one inside him reawakening just by seeing Junsu touching and making sex faces all over. The stripper now slid his pants off, revealing a nice leather leopard-print thong. Yoochun's eyes widened as Junsu's right hand went inside cupping himself. Oh yeah, THAT THING that's covering a part of Yoochun’s future bootylicious prey.
Just put your lips together and blow.
Junsu grind his way up on top of the table and down. Down. Down. Grind. Thrust. More grinding and thrusting. Then he was shaking that ass slowly in front of Yoochun’s pimpified face. The pimp breathed and breathed.A low moan escaped his lips. He needed release. It was too graphic for his own good. Too much… Too much, but he wanted more when Junsu slid up to him without touching. Then, Junsu finally took off his thong and danced ever so teasingly for Yoochun. He was so close, though still avoiding any physical contact with the pimp. He bit his bottom lip and winked at the pimp when the song finally ended with, "We don’t need to touch just …"
Yoochun closed his eyes and the next thing he saw was Junsu putting his clothes back on. He stood up quickly and locked the door before Junsu could leave the room. “Why don’t you stay for a while and have a drink or two with me?” he suggested to his bootylicious angel.
“I am just here tonight because the boss asked me to give you a private dance. He also promised me that I can go right after I'm done dancing,” Junsu replied in a cold manner.
“Don’t be like that. Just a drink, please,” Yoochun tried an innocent smile, but it failed. A lot.
“I suppose you’re not going to stop unless I say yes, hmm?” Junsu inquired. PimpChun nodded like a fuckin’ retarded child.
”Fine then. Just a few drinks and I’m gone.”
A few drinks isn’t one and a half bottle of Cuervo and a bottle of Vodka. Yoochun’s eyes were seriously amused. No. Yoochun was amused at the sight of his Junsu trashed like that. Why? Junsu was laughing like a dolphin and even squealing like the said mammal. After a few moments, Junsu stood up and said, “I seriously need to go home. I still have work tomorrow.” He laughed as he went out of the room. Yoochun went out and followed him. He helped Junsu put his coat on and they both went out of the club. Yoochun was still following Junsu since the latter was somewhat gripping on the pimp to stay upright. The heavenly ass was going into an alley, a very dark one. Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s shoulders and tried to pull him back to the “bright” streets of Vegas. However, both were enveloped in darkness as Junsu pulled him into the dark and inviting alley.
~~~
What will happen?
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Author: egoisticfreak
Paring: YooSu, JaeMinHo
Genre: Crack, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 4/20
Beta:lady_shira32
Summary: Pimp Yoochun went to his favorite strip club and his BFF dropped him something about a heavenly ass stripper. When he saw him dance his ass out of heaven, the pimp decided to use every power on his PIMP hand to get the heavenly ass...
Chapter 4 - Breathe … Yes Breathe.
"Junsu?" he muttered to the red-head in front of him.
“What the fuck are ya lookin’ at? Who the hell are you? You bumpin’ me like a bitch!!!” Junsu exclaimed with his hand in the air and was about to bitch slap Yoochun’s face, but the pimp hand stopped him and grabbed his wrist, and dragged Junsu to the general direction of the nearby coffee shop named StarDucks (yes, not Starbucks… It’s Star-D-U-C-K-S). They went inside the shop and Yoochun smiled at the barista.
“Hmm … M-Minshi, Right?” Yoochun has difficulty reading the nameplate since the girl was incessantly bowing her head to show her respect to the pimp.
“Uhhh… My fuckin’ presence is just too powerful. Even this beauty is affected,” he thought to himself. Then he cleared his throat once the girl stopped bobbing her head nonstop.“Well, Minshi, I would like to order two tall vanilla latte.”
“Your name, sir?” asked the shoulder-length haired girl whose face was turning tomato-red ever so slowly.
“Junsu,” Yoochun said while giving her a couple of new crisp bills and smirked at the guy beside him, who was giving him an 'I'M-SERIOUSLY-GONNA-KICK-YO-ASS look. PimpChun smirked even more when he saw that face. Smirk. Smirk. And smirk.
“Right away, sir,” Minshi smiled sheepishly and blushed even more.
Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s arm and pulled him to the corner of the café. It was quite dim but the sun-kissed glow of the lights made the pimp felt at ease. He looked at Junsu and was slapped by the latter in the face.
“Fuck! That F-U-C-K-I-N hurts bitch! Who gave you the permission to hit the billion-dollar face of the pimp!” he shouted at the divine rear.
“Who the hell are you, bringing me here to this coffee shop? Fuck it!” Junsu screamed and squealed at the tough and oh-so-pimpy ears of Yoochun.
Yoochun’s eyes widened as hell, “You don’t remember me? How could you not remember an overly-gorgeous-guy with matching billion-dollar money to back up with?”
Junsu fell blank for a second or two.His face lit up with anger (again) after a few moments of recalling. “I remember. You were the bastard from last night.”
“What? Do you want me to-” Yoochun shook his head. “Nevermind.”
Junsu stayed silent. The pimp sat on the couch and invited Junsu to sit beside him. The other guy looked at him, or to be more honest, glared at him. He was about to walk away when the pimp pulled his pants, touching his ass, and making him crash into the couch with Yoochun as the cushion.
"Uhh… His ass feels divine.” Now the pimp wants to ravish that ass. RIGHT NOW, OH YEAH!!!
After a few moments, their lattes were served and both sipped smoothly and coolly. Yoochun watched Junsu as he sipped the latte fast. A few more sips and he was done.
“I wish you could sip me like that.” PimpChun let out.
Junsu just scoffed at the remark.“Hey, I’m supposed to meet my friend right now,” Junsu told the pimp, standing up and getting ready to take his leave. “Thanks for the latte, but I really have to go.”
Yoochun pulled Junsu back to his chair, making the divine rear squeal in surprise. A smirk appeared (again) on Yoochun’s face. He wanted to hear that squeal again and again. “Stay here, bitch. You ain’t goin' nowhere lest I tell you to go.”
“You bastard! You can’t just command me like that! YOU DON’T FUCKIN’ OWN ME!” he yelled as his cell phone rang. The name Yunho-boy flashed on his screen. He answered the phone, but the pimp, with his fast reflexes, took it away from the rear-blessed man who was squirming on his lap.
“Hello? Yunho? Remember me, it’s Yoochun. Let me remind you that you’re now on top of MAZE because of me, right? Hmmm… Yes … I know that … Will you cancel whatever appointment you have with Junsu today? Well then, thank you.” He pushed the end call button and returned the phone back to the almost-angry-yet-so-cute face of Junsu. “You’re so adorable!” he chuckled. “Yunho canceled your so-called apologetic date. Since you don’t have to see him anymore, why don’t you come with me later? I have to show you something.”
Junsu sighed, “”Why are you so pushy? Besides, that’s my friend. You can’t just tell him to cancel on whatever thing we’re on!”
“Yunho was my most-prized part of my boytoy collection. He was a farkin’ ordinary boy with a talent that entertained me, and one RAINY NIGHT, I spotted him dancing. I couldn't control him. MY PIMP HAND yearned to pimp that bitch. So I called my stylists, trainers and other pimpifiers to amp up his smokin’ gheinezz and I coerced Jaejoong into hiring him. Take note, COERCED. His debut in MAZE was the BOMB of the heaven’s gheilandia {a/n:Chun refers to the holy land of the ghei, peepz}. From there on, he was on top of the SEX FOOD CHAIN of MAZE. I don’t think he would be able to say NO to me,” replied Yoochun with an overly-cocky-pimp smile plastered on his face.
Junsu rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I understand that. But isn’t it unethical to do such a thing?”
“What? Unethical? Bitch, I wrote the rules of Ethics,” retorted the pimp.
“This is pointless. Sorry, but I need to go,” Junsu stood up, but then again, the pimp pulled him. “What the hell?!”
“I’m gonna offer you something. Be my bitch and you’ll be on top of MAZE,” Yoochun whispered to Junsu’s sensitive ears while holding him tight.
Junsu tried shrugging Yoochun off of him. “Seriously, I don’t want to be your bitch. I just want to dance. Stripping is just a hobby for me. FYI, I do have a decent job.”
“Really? Hmmm… Well,” Yoochun said while letting Junsu stand up for the last time. “I’ll just have to see you tonight then.”
Junsu looked at the pimp and just had to smirk at him. “Sorry to kill your fantasies about me, but I’m off for tonight.” He walked away, leaving the pimp with an evil look.
Yoochun grinned devilishly, “We’ll see about that.”
Junsu walked out of the café briskly and called Yunho, “Ho, sorry about that. The fuckin’ bastard slash so-called pimp was just way too annoying!”
“Don’t say that about him. He’s actually a good guy, although in a very weird and pimpy way,” replied Yunho.
“Good? In what aspect? He wanted me to be his bitch and even offered me the top spot of MAZE. I don’t want it. You deserve to be on top if it’s dancing we're talking about,” said Junsu.
“Thanks, but if he wants you to be the next main star of Maze, then you can have it. He can easily pull the strings over at MAZE because his best buddies with the boss. And besides, I have been holding that title for three years now. I think it's about time that I pass on the glory to you,” replied Yunho, his voice laced with melancholy.
Junsu shrieked. “Don’t be like that, there's just so much drama. I know you love your spot in MAZE. Besides, I have a job in the hospital in the afternoon so I don’t think I'll be able to keep up with the pressure. I’ll just have to deal with that bastard if ever he-” Yunho cuts him off.
“Don’t mess with him, okay? Plant this in yo ass, I mean, brain, man. Park Yoochun is the most POWERFUL pimp in Las Vegas,” Yunho replied with worry.
“Fine, fine. So, are we still on for this afternoon? Let’s watch a movie or something?” suggested Junsu.
“Alright, meet me at the shop in front of Venetia Hotel, okay?” replied Yunho.
It was seven o’clock in the evening and Junsu finally got to rest his well-endowed ass on his bed. He put his hands behind his head and laid himself. He looked at the ceiling. His eyes slowly closed, but he could still hear the pimp’s voice ringing in his ass, err noo (that's soo wrong) in his ears, “Be my bitch … Be my bitch … Be my bitch … Be my bitch … Be my bitch … Be my bitch …”
“Fuck you, bastah - ” he muttered as he succumbed to slumber.
After exactly three hours, as if 10:02 pm and 17 seconds, Junsu was startled when his cell phone rang loudly in the background. “GAH!” He shouted at the noisy contraption. His eyes widened when the name Fur-CLAD Jaejoong appeared on his phone. He answered it immediately. “Hello Boss? Whazzup?”
“Come here by 11. You have a private client,” Jaejoong ordered with an undeniably serious voice, all traces of his overly ghei and enthusiastic self gone.
“But-”
“No But(t)s. This is an important client. I don’t want you to give the club a bad name. Just come here and dance for him, then you can go,” said his boss.
“Fine, I’ll be getting ready,” Junsu answered in defeat as he hung up the phone.
If Jaejoong wasn’t such a good boss, he would have kicked him already. Yet, he was the nicest (not to mention gayest) boss he's ever had. He couldn't say NO to his overtly queer and highly fashionable boss.
“I’ll just have to dance anyway,” he convinced himself, and went to hit the showers.
After 45 minutes, Junsu appeared in the dressing room of MAZE.
“WAH! Why are you here? You were supposed to be off today, right?” asked the forever-smiling face of Yesung.
“I have a private client. Jaejoong asked me to do it so I agreed,” Junsu replied while changing into a pair of very shimmery purple pants with leather chained belts. “Uhm, can you hand me that glow powder, please?”
“Oh yes, here,” Yesung handed him the bottle located at the cabinet beside Junsu’s dresser.
While the divine rear was putting on some powder, Changmin barged inside the dressing room. All the other strippers were shocked to see the supervisor of MAZE in their changing room. Changmin ignored everyone and quickly located Junsu. He then helped Junsu with his clothes and told him, “The pimp, I mean Yoochun, is waiting for you at the VIP room upstairs.” He kissed Junsu’s forehead for goodluck after he got his outfit fixed.
“Yoochun?” Junsu’s eyes popped out. “The bastard pimp who wanted to bitchify me today? Fuck Noooo! I won’t dance for him!”
“YOU WILL, OR ELSE MY POSTION WILL BE HISTORY." Changmin looked positively ferocious. Then he quickly reverted back to his famous puppy dog eyes. "Please don’t disappoint him,” pleaded Changmin.
“Minnie?! WTF is that face?” Junsu palmed Min’s face and kissed him back on the lips. “I’ll dance for him, fiiine." He rolled his eyes at Changmin's actions. "You don't have to be soo whiney about it. I don’t want my manager to get his wallet burned because of me. How on earth will you be able to eat if that ever happens??!”
“Thanks. Just do your best. Have fun. This is the first time that he's asked for a private performance. So you better be good!” Changmin demanded as he handed Junsu a leather cuff with diamond studs.
“What is this for?” Junsu quizzed the sex god-haired guy as he looked at the cuff.
“Tease him with that,” Changmin winked as he left the room, leaving Junsu with a blank face.
“What the hell? He sure is taking his sweet time. What if he didn’t come? Wait, I don’t have to worry. Jae assured me that he will come. Besides, he will not say NO to his own boss, right? RIGHT? RIGHT? Gosh, motherfuckin’ ass bitch, why am I worrying? The pimp shouldn’t worry since he is the PIMP after all!” he thought, messing his hair up sexily in the meantime.
A moment later, he heard a knock on the door and he fixed his hair, put on his pimp hat and held his pimp cane while crossing his legs on his famous furry pimp chair. He gritted his teeth when his divine rear went inside, his purple-and-flimsy outfit justifying that very plump behind of his. Seriously, he could’ve jizzed in his pants already.
“I’ll give you one rule,” Junsu commanded as he reached for a remote control to change the music of the room. “NO TOUCHING.”
Yoochun cocked an eyebrow and nodded. Junsu started it slow in tune to the beat of the music. Slow grinding, slow sliding, slow teasing. It was so deliciously agonizing to watch. Yoochun’s breathing became uneven and he felt the room temperature got a tad bit higher. Damn! He wanted to touch him. Seriously, as in NOW. Junsu unbuttoned his top and sauntered seductively towards Yoochun. He skin was radiating its warmth onto Yoochun's as he grind, but it wasn't close enough to touch the burning skin of the pimp. Yoochun let out a weak groan as Junsu breathed out softly on the pimp’s ear. His hands almost pulled the divine rear towards himself,but Junsu was so fast and slid out from his grasp fluidly. Junsu may had looked calm on the outside, but he felt agitated inside, thanking the heavens for his speedy reflexes.
The heavenly ass now took off his top and threw it on the feet of the pimp. The second verse of the song felt even more agonizing for him. "My senses don’t make sense at all. Amen to that," thought the pimp. The divine rear slowly unbuckled his chained belt while still on top of Yoochun’s table. Yoochun could feel the li'l one inside him reawakening just by seeing Junsu touching and making sex faces all over. The stripper now slid his pants off, revealing a nice leather leopard-print thong. Yoochun's eyes widened as Junsu's right hand went inside cupping himself. Oh yeah, THAT THING that's covering a part of Yoochun’s future bootylicious prey.
Just put your lips together and blow.
Junsu grind his way up on top of the table and down. Down. Down. Grind. Thrust. More grinding and thrusting. Then he was shaking that ass slowly in front of Yoochun’s pimpified face. The pimp breathed and breathed.A low moan escaped his lips. He needed release. It was too graphic for his own good. Too much… Too much, but he wanted more when Junsu slid up to him without touching. Then, Junsu finally took off his thong and danced ever so teasingly for Yoochun. He was so close, though still avoiding any physical contact with the pimp. He bit his bottom lip and winked at the pimp when the song finally ended with, "We don’t need to touch just …"
Yoochun closed his eyes and the next thing he saw was Junsu putting his clothes back on. He stood up quickly and locked the door before Junsu could leave the room. “Why don’t you stay for a while and have a drink or two with me?” he suggested to his bootylicious angel.
“I am just here tonight because the boss asked me to give you a private dance. He also promised me that I can go right after I'm done dancing,” Junsu replied in a cold manner.
“Don’t be like that. Just a drink, please,” Yoochun tried an innocent smile, but it failed. A lot.
“I suppose you’re not going to stop unless I say yes, hmm?” Junsu inquired. PimpChun nodded like a fuckin’ retarded child.
”Fine then. Just a few drinks and I’m gone.”
A few drinks isn’t one and a half bottle of Cuervo and a bottle of Vodka. Yoochun’s eyes were seriously amused. No. Yoochun was amused at the sight of his Junsu trashed like that. Why? Junsu was laughing like a dolphin and even squealing like the said mammal. After a few moments, Junsu stood up and said, “I seriously need to go home. I still have work tomorrow.” He laughed as he went out of the room. Yoochun went out and followed him. He helped Junsu put his coat on and they both went out of the club. Yoochun was still following Junsu since the latter was somewhat gripping on the pimp to stay upright. The heavenly ass was going into an alley, a very dark one. Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s shoulders and tried to pull him back to the “bright” streets of Vegas. However, both were enveloped in darkness as Junsu pulled him into the dark and inviting alley.
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What will happen?
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