fic: Wet
Title: Wet
Author: dria1029
Pairings: Jongtae | Taemin/OC
Genre: PWP?
Warnings: Stripping, onstage oral/handjob, language, car masterbation
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Strip Scene 1: Taemin’s girlfriend sneaks to watch him professionally strip for the first time. A bisexual Jonghyun is thrown in the mix
Word Count: 6,000+
a/n: The first installment for my story “Drop Down Low, Tae”-which is basically non-chronological…chronicles of Taemin’s stripper life Lol. ( click for prologue). I want to say it’s loosely based off The Player’s Club, which is one of my favorite 90’s movies of all time.
Let a bitch know what you think. <3
Everything was all lights, color, alcohol….and definitely action.
Her eyes bulged as she was drawn to one of the circular stages where a man with a mohawk and the naked body of some fit Greek god twirled around the pole. The bow tie around his neck seemed to constrict his throat, as said neck was as thick as an elephant’s ankle. But he was gorgeous….and he was dancing like he’d eaten a petite stripper, and her lithe talents were now his.
As close to the stage as she could get, her lips thinned at the pile of money growing in the glass bowl at the edge. She whispered “Oh my fucking god” when she saw several of the bills were hundreds. A quick glance at the lusting crowd around her, and Roxanne had to scoff. Sure they glittered with jewelry and sequin tops, but she knew these had to be everyday people, people who worked in office cuticles and construction work sites. There were here tonight, letting go of money they didn’t have.
Shaking her head, she tore away from the man and slid out of the crowd. Why was she there anyway? It was about Taemin. T-A-E-M-I-N.
Still, she couldn’t help but marvel at the skill and seductive charm these guys gave off. After buying herself a Smirnoff from the bar, she meandered to the center stage to watch a young, blond Japanese peel off his lab coat. She stared and sipped as he licked the bell of the stethoscope around his neck and ran it over his toned abdomen with a nasty grin, causing one of the dudes in the audience to whoop. The blond winked in his direction.
Ehh…if that’s what you like, she found herself thinking as she turned away from the whooper. Her H2 would have pulled off that move with much more finesse…and response from the audience.
No fool, she made sure as she watched the show that her eyes scanned the area for “her H2”. Not just so that she wouldn’t get caught, but she could somehow find out what neck of the club he was stripping in-the night wasn’t getting any younger for her and she knew this place had to accommodate many designated areas for bare entertainment.
An even better idea popped into her head: She tried to tune out the thunderous bass and catch the conversations of passerbys-who knew? She just might find out about a specific show going on for the night. Even if Rox had never been to a strip joint, she guessed that the maximum capacity had been exceeded tonight , so there had to be some special show going on that everybody and their skeezy friend had to see, right?
She was just about to leave the display to seek out more groups to eavesdrop on (almost unsuccessfully, since it was so damn loud) when a flash of orange caught her eye as soon as someone moved from in front of her.
Pause…..
Rox hesitantly approached the easel at the base of the stage holding the rectangular, neon orange cardboard sign. And she smiled in relief…pleasure…anticipation….pride. Finding things she’d never been seeking and seeking things she could never find had always annoyed her, but tonight, she couldn’t complain. She eyed the artistically scripted way “Presenting H2-Ahh” was printed, then proceeded to read the rest of the advertisement for DreamGents most famous stripper. Roxanne memorized the directions to the name of the room he’d be performing in and the time (she’d just made it-which meant, she smugly thought, that she was meant to see it) with a giddy grin on her lips, subconsciously glaring at the two transgendered men beside her who squealed at the advertisement.
When they left seconds later, Roxanne looked left, right, then hurriedly kissed two fingers and placed them on the side facial profile of Taemin’s silhouette on the sign. Pulling her hat down, she strode away in her boots with a tinge of red in her cheeks.
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Peccatores Cubilia….
Rox studied the odd name above her. It had been dubbed “The PC room” on the advertisement, and it had made her snicker to herself about if H2 was going to strip for the computer geek community. But now, standing at the front of this long line waiting to buy her pass, she highly doubted it. Within the next ten people, this show would be sold out. And the way the title of the room was decorated…all the intimidating fiery reds and golds and pinks….the spidery cursive of the words….the pair of lips curled into a fanged leer under the words…there was no way this show had anything to do with computer geeks and the like. She bet if she would have asked, she’d be right in assuming this was the most exclusive room in the entire club.
“$120, lady.”
She lifted a brow at the young man incredulously.
“$120?”
“Look, do you want to see the show or not?” he grumbled impatiently. “I’m sure one of the people behind you would be willing to take your place.”
“Okay, fine, fine.” Rude motherfucker… She dug into her coat pocket for her wallet, quickly leafed out the amount and handed it to him. Just as quickly, he slipped it in a chained box atop the podium and gave her a plastic red pass. If he ever finds out about this, she mused as she eyed the elegant “PC” on the pass, if he bitches about me coming here, I’m going to KILL him! Paying 120 dollars to see someone I see every damn day, he must be out of his rabid ass mind! Taemin, you better hope it’s worth it and more
“Enjoy the show,” he said automatically, gesturing for the bare chested usher to open one of the double doors.
“Wait,” she paused, and the guy rolled his eyes. “Quick question: What does Peccatores Cubilia mean?
“The Sinners Lair, it’s in Latin.” He rolled his blue eyes again and dismissed her by turning around to the podium. “Next.”
Roxanne resisted the urge to kick the back of his leg as she smiled falsely at the usher and went through.
The scent of flavored tobacco hit her nose first hand whilst walking through the dark room, and she immediately admired the single lit candles on each of the tables. By the dim light coming from the coned lamps on the wall, she could see that it wasn’t as big as she thought it would be, probably seating sixty people or less. But it was furnished very well, hinting at a Greek theme with it’s stone walls, ceiling high plants and variously assorted statues in all corners; a lot of thought obviously went into it. This place has class, she admitted as she took a seat, again with her incognito situation in mind, at the furthest table from the middle she could find. So no one would get any ideas on sitting near her, she propped her feet up on the chair across from the one she was seated on. But $120? Hardly…
From her angle, she was able to see the stage at the center of the room. It consisted of two platforms made of rose pink tile, with the smaller platform on the top entailing two adjacent poles . That was all. Yet, as she squinted her eyes at the stage, something seemed weird about the floors…..they were a little too….shiny? She didn’t know.
Amidst the whispering chatter-which she appreciated more than the ruckus outside; sound proof walls?-Roxanne sat back and crossed her arms. Any minute they’d be starting now, and her body was gearing up in a mixture of emotions. She suddenly dreaded the heavy coat, knowing she would sweat through it with the heat of……well, everything.
“May have cost a pretty penny, hun, but if you knew H2 like I do, trust me, it will be worth every cent.”
She turned to the owner of the sultry voice. He smiled back at her knowingly from the next table.
“You heard me and the asshole, huh.”
“Every word,” the man, Jonghyun, replied. She assumed he was in his late twenties; probably Korean like Taemin, though artificial green eyes, platinum streaked hair and a slightly obvious chin job might say otherwise. Rox nearly sighed out loud. Another one lost to the other team…Oh well. Its not like she wouldn’t enjoy seeing him naked with another equally attractive man…
She snorted softly, returning his smile and facing the stage again.
“How well do you know this…H2?”
“Well enough to know that he’s the best I’ve ever seen,” he chuckled, darkly licking his lips. “Wouldn’t mind taking that home to momma.’’
Her eyes widened under the brim of the hat.
“Oh?”
“I’ve been to almost all of his shows,” Jonghyun continued. “He kissed me once, you know.”
“He kissed you.”
“Yeah. I was there at the front enjoying the view, then next thing I know, he has this crazed look in his eye and snatches me up by the collar. Swear my lips were bruised for a few days after that kiss….just incredible.”
Rox closed her eyes and slowly counted to ten. Relax…relax….remember how he gets…remember he warned you….DON’T blow your cover.
“But that explains why I’m here,” came the voice again, playfully. “Now, may I ask what brings you here tonight?”
“Despite the turn off of $120?” Well, if that didn’t come out strained.
She was facing him again. When his head got closer to the light of the candle, the brilliance of his smile seemed brighter. “Uh huh.”
“Uhm…I guess…because I’d heard about him.” She waved her hand nonchalantly. “His name has ran through my circles a couple of times, so to shut my colleagues up, I came to see what the hype was all about.” She mentally cheered to herself for sounding as casual as possible instead of blubbering.
“Can’t see any other valid reason.” Jonghyun nodded with a wink. “He hasn’t let us down before, hun. Doubt he’d start to now.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” she responded, not really feeling the wit behind it. He was rubbing her the wrong way, but hey, wouldn’t any other woman feel uneasy if a random man was a secret admirer of her of boyfriend and had just told her he’d Frenched him?
Survey says fuck yeah
“I have to warn you though, H2’s performances are always….” His eyes quickly flickered to her lap then back up. “…the perfect stimulant.”
She swallowed hard.
“So if you…” he gestured, silently asking if he could lean in, and she gave him her ear. “If you feel the need to scratch the cat, I won’t mind. Better yet, I could scratch it for you . That is, if you’d like to come home with me tonight.” His whiskers brushed the shell of her ear delicately. “All you have to do is say the word, pretty lady.”
When he pulled back, Rox had to fix her face right before Jonghyun saw it again. She made the mistake of turning to his though, earning herself a sly smile.
“I thought you were gay,” she blurted. Instead of being offended, he chuckled lightly.
“Only on weekends,” he winked. Then his voice lowered, his eyes piercing hers. “But aren’t we all ? Before H2, we think we have it all figured out. But after H2…..we only know H2.”
She had no response to that, just a ponderous stare at this man. But it was just as well, since the lights on the walls suddenly expired and everyone began to cheer. From the candle’s light, she watched as Jonghyun closed his eyes in content, then opened them with a faraway look towards the stage.
Following suit, Rox’s already sky-high heart rate picked up speed. She was really about to see him. After all the time arguing about it, dreaming about it, pouting about it, fantasizing about it, here she was.
Her hands squeezed her knees.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Peccatores Cubilia, The Sinners Lair.”
Several pairs of hands clapped at the female’s voice booming sensually from speakers in the upper corners of the walls. Roxanne shifted in her seat. The woman sounded like the automated voice you’d hear at an amusement park , telling you to strap yourself in and to keep you head, arms, and legs in the car at all times. In a way, Rox thought ironically as she bit her lip, the same directives applied here….
“Tonight, we present you with a very special display. Some of you may know him from prior shows, and some are you are just getting acquainted. A performance by our very own sultan of seduction, our pioneer of pleasure. Our king……H2 -Ahh.”
Louder clapping and a few more cheers. The waitresses clad in slinky red lingerie and holding their serving trays giggled from the back of the room.
“And remember, ladies and gentlemen…once a sinner, always a sinner. Thank you for coming. She moaned lowly after she emphasized that last word. “And enjoy the show.”
Instantly after, a number of things happened in order. All eyes lifted to the mechanic sound of the ceiling opening and the clanking of something lowering. A bright rosy light streamed through, creating a giant circle on the platform. Hidden fog machines silently began to spew a hazy red smoke all over until it had spread to the corners of the platform and a little beyond to the people seated at the closest tables, who immensely loved it judging from their elated gasps.
But when the object was revealed-a large, iron wrought cage- the people awed at the sight of it…and its inhabitant.
As a smooth, Caribbean melody began to play over the speakers, Roxanne could only hyperventilate within herself. Pupils diluted, she took in the spellbinding man slowly rolling his hips to the beat of the song and holding onto the upper bars of either side of the cage with a calm, orgasmic grin. His hair was out in its full, lush glory, as thick and supple and long as it should be-the kind of ebony-brown silk one could sink their fingers through over and over and never get tired of. The swell of his full, pink lips so unbearably tempting and ready, as if ripe fruit, for long hours of tasting. A firm jawline one ached for to be rubbed against them whilst he told a juicy secret in their ear with his tongue…..feminine brown eyes dark from his own inner passion. From defined neck to relaxed ankles, he danced in tight black leather-the delectable honeyed surface of his hands, feet, and head were all that were visible. Such large, capable hands……
I’m pregnant, Taemin, I’m pregnant already, damn you
It was like seeing him for the first time. Reborn….
The cage continued to lower at a fixed, slow pace, concealing a Taemin she never knew could exist. She almost turned to Jonghyun with her shocked expression, but refrained from doing so lest he gave her that I told you so attitude she would not have been able to tolerate.
Not that he would have even bothered to look over in the first place. Who in their right would and miss even a nanosecond of the gorgeous beast before them?
H2 eyed the crowd scrumptiously as the cage finally stopped, hovering just right above the stage. The music was lowered a tad. And the world seemed to stand still when he graced the audience with a small laugh.
“How’s everybody doing tonight?” he asked in a voice more rugged than usual. When the people echoed back various replies, he laughed again. Rox recognized that voice, though. That voice that nudged under her hair and into her ear whenever he’d whisper about how he couldn’t wait until they fucked. And just like any other time, her back arched instantaneously.
“Glad you all are well. But you know, things haven’t been all that great with me lately.”
In the arch’s place came a snort. He was such a ham. The audience all “awww” -ed on cue after he said that. Someone screamed “why, baby?” and were laughed at by the others as well as H2
“Well, you see,” he smacked his lips together audibly. ”I think I’m under some kind of dry spell.”
Rox leaned up, really wanting to hear this. Every tantalizing word that came from his mouth…..
“I’ve been feelin’ so dry…so thirsty for something wet and revitalizing. Something to quench this bad, baaad thirst.” He fanned himself, opening his mouth to pant leisurely and heavily. The hidden mic on his person carried the sound, causing some to whimper in their chairs.
And I was sure there were no surprises left in the world. Now I find out he can act… might have to get a few pointers from him. Lord knows I’m slacking in my acting classes….
But that was only one of a million other thoughts crossing her mind. A million other less-than-appropriate , nah, just down right dispicable thoughts.
Thirsty for something, huh. Ooooo Taemin, you was wrong for that one. She stirred, veins clogging with giddiness.
He shrugged, unlocking the cage from the inside and running his hand from the back of his neck down to his chest.
“But I don’t know what to do, everyone. I drink my water, yet it doesn’t do a damn thing. So much goes down my throat,” he paused for the effect of his innuendo, smirking devilishly when the crowd made their individual “fuck yeah” faces. “Yet I’m never replenished….”
H2 grins facetiously, swinging the door open and planting his feet on the pink floor. “I went to the doctor, and you know what he tells me?”
“What!?”
“He tells me, H2, it’s alllll in the skin.”
“In the skin??”
“In the skin,” he repeats. ‘And you know, I think he might be on to a lil somethin somethin. So...”
The crowd cheers when H2 suddenly rips off his jacket, snagging the shirt in the process and exposing a glimmering chest. He bites back his lip innocently as if to say ‘oops’, looks down, and back up again smirking.
“Doctor’s orders.”
The music picks back again. And with it, a grinding H2. Before she can stop herself, Roxanne’s hand gravitates down to the crease of her thighs, fighting to separate them. As if a simple roll of his hips commanded all the power in her limbs, wanting her to do it’s bidding.
She slaps it away without even looking down.
♪There you again girl, on my mind, see you in my dreams all the time. Ooh baby girl, you’re so fine, standing in front of me-Now would you wind for me…slow wind for me
In her mind, she respectively replaced “girl” with boy” in the lyrics, mesmerized like the rest at how fluidly he moved….wind indeed. H2 put his hands behind his head, biting his lips in concentration as he rotated his pelvis over and over and over again…at some points, he began to thrust into the air with precise balance on his toes. At times, he’d lock his hips mid-grind, hold it out much to their taunting desire, and let it smoothly carry out within those taut leather pants…pants Roxanne wanted to peel down with her teeth at that moment.
Much unlike Yoona’s party, no one said much. It was the music and H2; and, quite honestly, that’s all that was needed. Who needed monkey screeching when you had this?
There was a collective sigh when he let out a shuddery moan, allowing the rest of his ripped shirt to crumple to the floor as he watched his own action of removing it. Roxanne had to vaguely thank whoever it was again for such a brill idea of that mic…wherever it was on that sleek body of his. Now he was heaving up his hair in the back, grabbing it as he moved bare chested. Escaped tendrils dangled down his back and masculine shoulders….the sweat from the leather glaring off sun-kissed skin made Roxanne tremble in her Versace boots.
She really thought she’d lose her shit when, suddenly, his neck was fully exposed whilst Taemin rolled it. It was so perfectly edible-looking there, she wanted to cry from the frustration of not getting to go up there and suck on it greedily.
Put your voodoo on me babe. Kiss my lips and curse me babe. Show me how you do your magic babe. Lead me to your secret jungle babe.
Soon enough, those large hands were inching down his body in earnest. Wide spaces between his fingers, lips partially open, lids low. Watching himself as he played with his navel. Touching it mercilessly….fingering it like he fingered something else. Mouthing “fuck” he slipped his index finger down the slick treasure trail of his tight abdomen. At the sensation, his head arched back in a hiss-the finger swirled in circles right above his pubic area. When his head came back up, there was a dazed look in his eyes, and it wasn’t from the red smoke.
Everyone must have held their breaths when his knees gave out and he gracefully slipped to the floor on them. Slanting his body back, Taemin proceeded to wind his hips with just as much ease as he did standing up. An extra light appeared over him, making his dewy skin appear pink tinted. His own breath continued to hitch as he bucked and shuddered under his own touch. Over and over he moaned, “take it off…need to…take it off” whilst moistening his lips consistently.
It was at this point that all Rox could do was cover her mouth with her hand. Wide eyed, she witnessed him beg and plead his own self to relieve his body of the leather pants. The faces he was making….oh those faces….the clench of his perfect teeth, the frown of his brow, the pained look in his eyes as his neck rolled from this way to that….beautiful ugly faces. Slow torture…she didn’t know how he could do it. And with another intensely high moan from him, she felt three pangs of intense arousal swell in her loins. Ohh, it was too bad she couldn’t take Jonghyun up on his offer- too bad she couldn’t take H2 up on that offer.
When the pants were eventually unzipped and unbuttoned, H2 sighed, sighed as if something incredibly tight were enclosing what lay bulging in his pants, and he bent back until his head nearly touched the floor. Some people clapped while others were too stunned with desire to realize he was doing a move not a lot of people could do. He held it up for a few seconds before gently collapsing his sweet, sweet body all the way to the floor. Legs were bent with knees in the air, curls fanned out on the stage….hands clutching and grabbing at his chest….his struggle to get out of those confounded pants
Rox’s guts turned to lead as everyone started to get out their seats for a closer view. Oh no….I can’t go up there. He’ll spot me for sure….
Yet her feet were already defying her rational thoughts as they stood her up and pulled her to the center of the room. Pulling the hat down even more, she approached the stage and stood behind a redhead.
And realized why the tile had looked so “shiny.” Because it was layered with some sort of plastic.
All over the plastic puddled oil. Rivulets of oil shimmering under the harsh spot lights. She suspected it was baby oil, as she was familiar with its scent.
H2 didn’t seem to notice the audience that had fully surrounded him on all four sides of the stage. He only groaned as nimble fingers hounded on the pants. Roxanne knew she gasped when the pants were suddenly down mid-thigh…then at his knees….and then down to his ankles. With a content grunt, he finally kicked them off.
Just like that, he was nude. And Roxanne was besides herself with disbelief and budding, budding, exploding pleasure.
“Tae…” she whispered under her breath.
Taemin, Taemin, Taemin……
He lay there with his legs bent and spread, bronze arms laid leisurely above a head that was turned to the side, facing Rox’s direction. A lusty expression was etched on his face while he mumbled. Hair threatened to slip into his pink mouth-a strand had plastered itself to his face. Between his thighs bobbed heat, length, and raw, masculine power.
Beautiful wasn’t even the word.
He opened his eyes lazily at the whirling of the cage-it was ascending. As if he’d gathered a new motive, H2 flipped himself over on his stomach, dragging up clenched fists. All saw how well coated he was with oil. It did better than any amount of sweat would have. Butterscotch…had never looked so delicious, so appealing. Roxanne has always loved the taste of it-Grandmother Faye’s nightstand drawer was an endless supply. Now, she craved it like one gone mad. He was sticky and wet, just like how he wanted.
And just how she loved it.
H2 pushed himself up, hair hanging and weighted down from the oil. It swung in front of his head, dripping. The head swayed to the violins in the song…..
Baby oil…..it was just baby oil. Other strippers used it to enhance their look. It was common…
But what wasn’t common was this. This scene played out in front of her and others. The different use of baby oil….the art of using its slippery texture to erotically dance on the stage. To dance without even standing to your feet. To stretch yourself out, turn around, sensually get on your knees and twist your head around sucking on your finger with a dangerous look in your eye….to combine interpretative dance, solo foreplay, and a common household product and make it come alive, make it magical. Make it soul-hitting.
She really had to give it to DreamGents, when after a womb tightening, wonderfully carried out fifteen minutes of erotic dance and stage grinding, H2 got to his feet in a haggard moan and smoothed his hair back as a fine water mist rained down from tiny holes in the ceiling all over his body. Roxanne then knew that showering with him would have to be a must later on down the road. Perhaps even, tomorrow night…..
She wished the night would never end. And it seemed that it wouldn’t, as in her mind, everything he did was in slow motion. It was a montage of red haze and golden body parts. The hands that never ceased to caress, pinch, tug, dig, tease and stroke. Legs that went for days, a back perfectly sculpted for arching, sculpted with virile precision. Her head swirled with pleading moans. The steady, island beat of this song she’d grown accustomed to, as if were the soundtrack of her never-ending night.
Let’s get together…and make sweet love, yeah. Let’s get together…and mix cultures. Let’s get together and change the world, yeah. Wiiind for me, Jamaican girl…
The coat was suffocating her now. Her body was hot and yearning, and the stupid coat was suffocating her. Had her squirming with all her might, to try to get to a position where she’d be at least a little comfortable. She suddenly wished she was up there with H2…her H2…Her Taemin. Naked with him, oiled like him. Being refreshed and receiving every lasting second of touching him….pleasing him. Him mutually doing things to satisfy her. AC hitting their bodies and sending them spiraling into a euphoria of hot and cold.
An deep moan snapped her out of her daze, and she realized that he was on his back again.
Hand gripped around his shaft. Tightly rising up and down…up and down…. His hand trying to control the rhythm because the slickness of the oil would send him to cloud nine way too soon.
“Fuck,” he hissed. Taemin scrunched up his face, leaning up a bit to see what sin he was committing to the hardened flesh at his core. When he experimentally rubbed a thumb over the tip, a whining moan escaped. It was so deafening, Roxanne nearly doubled over from the rounds of pleasurable pangs caused by it. She was sure if any erogenous zone was merely brushed on her form, she’d cream and spasm forever.
“Help…help me…somebody…”
No he wasn’t….no.
“Help me,” he croaked, weakly pulling his hand away from where it throbbed the most. “Somebody take care of me.”
And she’d be damned if that guy she’d been talking to earlier was right there in a heartbeat. RIGHT there gently pulling H2 by the ankles…closer.
Taemin no, she cried in her head. Please don’t let HIM do this to you! Not HIM!
To her dismay, though, H2 didn’t seem to care. He sighed as Jonghyun climbed in between his legs and grasped his dick victoriously, a kittenish smirk on his lips. His paler hand started to stroke H2 at uneven paces. Clouded eyes stayed closed as he groaned with his chin pointed up, curling toes that were in the air. Uncharacteristic rage began to build in her chest at that sight. The man spanking her man in front of her face. Grabbing her baby’s ankles and holding them high as he did his dirty work. And the filthy audience was drinking it all in with gazes of lust. A man doing her job.
Concurrently, though, she had to admit it wasn’t as bad as her conscious was making it out to be. In fact, dare she say…it turned her on even more. The way Jonghyun’s veiny hand pumped her baby to full harness, reddened skin of his cock bunching with each strong, deliberate pull. The single marble of creamy white that emerged from Taemin’s tip after several broad strokes and deep, whispered curses from Jonghyun to accentuate the moment. The titillating sound of moist flesh-a smacking mantra to the background music.
But the last straw had broken Roxanne’s back when the guy started to lower head down to-
“Shit!” the man hissed venomously- somebody had stomped the hell out of his foot. He whirled around only to have himself knocked to the side with unnatural strength.
Within seconds, Taemin’s dick pulsated in her mouth.
She had to act fast. For some unfathomable reason, Taemin wasn’t in his right mind-it was like self-pleasure-and self-pleasure-only mattered to him; didn’t matter how or who he got it from. As if he’d forgotten he wasn’t gay and that he had a loving girlfriend. ..
While she shivered at the thought, she concentrated on the salty, creamy textured length in her mouth. Only having given a blow job three times before in her entire life, she was at a disadvantage. But when it came down to it….there was only one concept: Bob UP and DOWN.
Jonghyun glared at the Filipina who stole his glory, yet shrugged in the next instant. At least it wasn’t a total loss-he’d see H2 another night.
And besides, watching the beauty fill her mouth and work the hollow of her cheeks to suck H2 off….was sexy.
He grinned when she paused, then continued to suck. All was progressing along well until he noticed something strange….how when she latched onto his hips to hold him steady, she kept her head turned away from his face. Even when H2 moaned even louder, earning her a congratulatory murmur of content from the audience…even when he wrapped his legs around her waist to urge her to let him hit the back of her throat, she still didn’t look up.
What the hell? She was hot. Why not look at hi-
And that’s when he put two and two together, suddenly spurting with laughter. The detective attire, the attack on him, the hesitation at the tables….just wow.
Looks like you’re the one who already brought him home to momma, pretty lady.
It was just her luck when Taemin knocked her hat off in an attempt to grasp her hair. His greed was ridiculous, almost insatiable. Roxanne was glad all she had to do was keep her head all the way down and take him deep for a little while longer. Meanwhile, she was still suffering from the coat and her own heightened arousal…..doing this to him wasn’t helping anything except for him not to get his dick sucked by another man.
Oh the sacrifice, she rolled her eyes to herself.
Yet she had to admit….it was pretty nice. To have all of him in her mouth in front of all these people. For him not to know who she is…for the audience to be in high favor of her efforts on their favorite stripper…..it was heaven in hell. She purred. The velvet rod sliding wetly, smacking, eventually twitching every few seconds was wonderful…because it was HIM.
The kinkiest, most erotic night of her life.
The revelation gave her goose bumps just as soon as Taemin cried out frantically, tensing up. Then a searingly hot, thick essence was oozing down her second tunnel of love. It was a bittersweet taste, and it was lovely……
She couldn’t miss it-Roxanne gingerly lifted her head to watch him ride out his waving orgasm. Through a series of low moans, sighs, and spasms, H2-Ahh…Lee Taemin…her boyfriend came. It looked as if a face of pain…but she guessed that’s how it would look if your greatest pleasure transcended into its complete opposite.
He’s coming so hard, it HURTS….damn.
Proof of that commenced when she spotted the bead of a tear at one of his eyes before quickly lowering her head and sliding away, off of his hot flesh. Taemin was too spent to notice, so ended up rasping “Thank you” to an alleviator that wasn’t even there anymore.
“You’re welcome,” comes from Jonghyun though, smiling wickedly as he helps to pull up the dancer. “And I’m sure she would say the same.”
“She? Who, what?” He’s so dizzy….cock slightly hurting…..
Jonghyun chuckles, slightly turning to see Roxy mashing her hat atop her head and scurrying out like the guilty party she was. Faces Taemin again.
“Nevermind.”
Roxanne leaves the room before she can witness what happens next- miraculously, H2 still has enough strength to crawl around the perimeter of the stage and take generous tips out of his customer’s mouths with his teeth. With each tip he provides a hot kiss and a bidding wish goodnight. The tips go in a giant glass bowl brought in by one of the waitresses. And as he does this duty, the part of Taemin that slips into consciousness is relieved that Roxanne wasn’t there. He knew how insanely jealous and hurt she might be….that since they were together, unlike before, a lot of things mattered, a lot of morals applied. He sighed disappointedly to himself as he left through a back door with his tips and his clothes- a short cut to the locker rooms. As usual, he noted to himself that’d have to stop stripping sooner than he thought…..Roxanne was changing everything for him…and for the better.
*****
She gulped down the third and final Smirnoff before slipping off the stool and stumbling to the doors to go out from whence she came. She had not the foggiest as to how she was going to Sunny’s that night in her current state and especially if she’d get there before Taemin did.
Moaning, Roxanne snatched her car door open and crumbled into it. The images of the night’s festivities were still fresh, plaguing her brain. She’d seen him strip once before, but it was nothing compared to this performance. This was powerful….beyond anything she perceived erotic. He had to be the most sensual person she’d ever seen/met. He owned that stage every time he stepped foot on it, there just had to be no doubt…..
Was it possible to fall even harder in love with someone who’d blown her mind in a lair especially made for sinners?
His world…hmmm….that’s his world
Despite herself, she reclined the seat. Hurriedly tugged down her jeans and panties, propped her feet up on the dashboard. Once inserted, her entire finger up to her wrist was saturated with warm nectar. She groaned at how good it felt and proceeded to plunge into herself in a fast pace….faster and deeper until she couldn’t hold it anymore and erupted in a loud cry of ecstasy. Her body grew limp, eyes rolling weakly out the window.
What she hazily saw wasn’t the group of partiers who’d seen the whole episode (and whom some had gotten off on her display) No, they were long gone.
Yet who was there had her grinning a tiny grin.
“I told I could scratch it for you, but now I see you don’t need any help,” he chortled.
She didn’t know how, couldn’t quite figure out how in a few minutes she’d ended up in the passenger’s seat and he was driving….driving where exactly? Sunny’s? Oh shitlicks. How was she going to explain this guy to her and 2H…Tae-AHHH….?
She was exhausted and giggly…..so drowsy….
And her last thought was amusedly, absurdly about how she had basically paid $120 to suck off her own boyfriend, before drifting to sleep against the warm car seat.
Author: dria1029
Pairings: Jongtae | Taemin/OC
Genre: PWP?
Warnings: Stripping, onstage oral/handjob, language, car masterbation
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Strip Scene 1: Taemin’s girlfriend sneaks to watch him professionally strip for the first time. A bisexual Jonghyun is thrown in the mix
Word Count: 6,000+
a/n: The first installment for my story “Drop Down Low, Tae”-which is basically non-chronological…chronicles of Taemin’s stripper life Lol. ( click for prologue). I want to say it’s loosely based off The Player’s Club, which is one of my favorite 90’s movies of all time.
Let a bitch know what you think. <3
Everything was all lights, color, alcohol….and definitely action.
Her eyes bulged as she was drawn to one of the circular stages where a man with a mohawk and the naked body of some fit Greek god twirled around the pole. The bow tie around his neck seemed to constrict his throat, as said neck was as thick as an elephant’s ankle. But he was gorgeous….and he was dancing like he’d eaten a petite stripper, and her lithe talents were now his.
As close to the stage as she could get, her lips thinned at the pile of money growing in the glass bowl at the edge. She whispered “Oh my fucking god” when she saw several of the bills were hundreds. A quick glance at the lusting crowd around her, and Roxanne had to scoff. Sure they glittered with jewelry and sequin tops, but she knew these had to be everyday people, people who worked in office cuticles and construction work sites. There were here tonight, letting go of money they didn’t have.
Shaking her head, she tore away from the man and slid out of the crowd. Why was she there anyway? It was about Taemin. T-A-E-M-I-N.
Still, she couldn’t help but marvel at the skill and seductive charm these guys gave off. After buying herself a Smirnoff from the bar, she meandered to the center stage to watch a young, blond Japanese peel off his lab coat. She stared and sipped as he licked the bell of the stethoscope around his neck and ran it over his toned abdomen with a nasty grin, causing one of the dudes in the audience to whoop. The blond winked in his direction.
Ehh…if that’s what you like, she found herself thinking as she turned away from the whooper. Her H2 would have pulled off that move with much more finesse…and response from the audience.
No fool, she made sure as she watched the show that her eyes scanned the area for “her H2”. Not just so that she wouldn’t get caught, but she could somehow find out what neck of the club he was stripping in-the night wasn’t getting any younger for her and she knew this place had to accommodate many designated areas for bare entertainment.
An even better idea popped into her head: She tried to tune out the thunderous bass and catch the conversations of passerbys-who knew? She just might find out about a specific show going on for the night. Even if Rox had never been to a strip joint, she guessed that the maximum capacity had been exceeded tonight , so there had to be some special show going on that everybody and their skeezy friend had to see, right?
She was just about to leave the display to seek out more groups to eavesdrop on (almost unsuccessfully, since it was so damn loud) when a flash of orange caught her eye as soon as someone moved from in front of her.
Pause…..
Rox hesitantly approached the easel at the base of the stage holding the rectangular, neon orange cardboard sign. And she smiled in relief…pleasure…anticipation….pride. Finding things she’d never been seeking and seeking things she could never find had always annoyed her, but tonight, she couldn’t complain. She eyed the artistically scripted way “Presenting H2-Ahh” was printed, then proceeded to read the rest of the advertisement for DreamGents most famous stripper. Roxanne memorized the directions to the name of the room he’d be performing in and the time (she’d just made it-which meant, she smugly thought, that she was meant to see it) with a giddy grin on her lips, subconsciously glaring at the two transgendered men beside her who squealed at the advertisement.
When they left seconds later, Roxanne looked left, right, then hurriedly kissed two fingers and placed them on the side facial profile of Taemin’s silhouette on the sign. Pulling her hat down, she strode away in her boots with a tinge of red in her cheeks.
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Peccatores Cubilia….
Rox studied the odd name above her. It had been dubbed “The PC room” on the advertisement, and it had made her snicker to herself about if H2 was going to strip for the computer geek community. But now, standing at the front of this long line waiting to buy her pass, she highly doubted it. Within the next ten people, this show would be sold out. And the way the title of the room was decorated…all the intimidating fiery reds and golds and pinks….the spidery cursive of the words….the pair of lips curled into a fanged leer under the words…there was no way this show had anything to do with computer geeks and the like. She bet if she would have asked, she’d be right in assuming this was the most exclusive room in the entire club.
“$120, lady.”
She lifted a brow at the young man incredulously.
“$120?”
“Look, do you want to see the show or not?” he grumbled impatiently. “I’m sure one of the people behind you would be willing to take your place.”
“Okay, fine, fine.” Rude motherfucker… She dug into her coat pocket for her wallet, quickly leafed out the amount and handed it to him. Just as quickly, he slipped it in a chained box atop the podium and gave her a plastic red pass. If he ever finds out about this, she mused as she eyed the elegant “PC” on the pass, if he bitches about me coming here, I’m going to KILL him! Paying 120 dollars to see someone I see every damn day, he must be out of his rabid ass mind! Taemin, you better hope it’s worth it and more
“Enjoy the show,” he said automatically, gesturing for the bare chested usher to open one of the double doors.
“Wait,” she paused, and the guy rolled his eyes. “Quick question: What does Peccatores Cubilia mean?
“The Sinners Lair, it’s in Latin.” He rolled his blue eyes again and dismissed her by turning around to the podium. “Next.”
Roxanne resisted the urge to kick the back of his leg as she smiled falsely at the usher and went through.
The scent of flavored tobacco hit her nose first hand whilst walking through the dark room, and she immediately admired the single lit candles on each of the tables. By the dim light coming from the coned lamps on the wall, she could see that it wasn’t as big as she thought it would be, probably seating sixty people or less. But it was furnished very well, hinting at a Greek theme with it’s stone walls, ceiling high plants and variously assorted statues in all corners; a lot of thought obviously went into it. This place has class, she admitted as she took a seat, again with her incognito situation in mind, at the furthest table from the middle she could find. So no one would get any ideas on sitting near her, she propped her feet up on the chair across from the one she was seated on. But $120? Hardly…
From her angle, she was able to see the stage at the center of the room. It consisted of two platforms made of rose pink tile, with the smaller platform on the top entailing two adjacent poles . That was all. Yet, as she squinted her eyes at the stage, something seemed weird about the floors…..they were a little too….shiny? She didn’t know.
Amidst the whispering chatter-which she appreciated more than the ruckus outside; sound proof walls?-Roxanne sat back and crossed her arms. Any minute they’d be starting now, and her body was gearing up in a mixture of emotions. She suddenly dreaded the heavy coat, knowing she would sweat through it with the heat of……well, everything.
“May have cost a pretty penny, hun, but if you knew H2 like I do, trust me, it will be worth every cent.”
She turned to the owner of the sultry voice. He smiled back at her knowingly from the next table.
“You heard me and the asshole, huh.”
“Every word,” the man, Jonghyun, replied. She assumed he was in his late twenties; probably Korean like Taemin, though artificial green eyes, platinum streaked hair and a slightly obvious chin job might say otherwise. Rox nearly sighed out loud. Another one lost to the other team…Oh well. Its not like she wouldn’t enjoy seeing him naked with another equally attractive man…
She snorted softly, returning his smile and facing the stage again.
“How well do you know this…H2?”
“Well enough to know that he’s the best I’ve ever seen,” he chuckled, darkly licking his lips. “Wouldn’t mind taking that home to momma.’’
Her eyes widened under the brim of the hat.
“Oh?”
“I’ve been to almost all of his shows,” Jonghyun continued. “He kissed me once, you know.”
“He kissed you.”
“Yeah. I was there at the front enjoying the view, then next thing I know, he has this crazed look in his eye and snatches me up by the collar. Swear my lips were bruised for a few days after that kiss….just incredible.”
Rox closed her eyes and slowly counted to ten. Relax…relax….remember how he gets…remember he warned you….DON’T blow your cover.
“But that explains why I’m here,” came the voice again, playfully. “Now, may I ask what brings you here tonight?”
“Despite the turn off of $120?” Well, if that didn’t come out strained.
She was facing him again. When his head got closer to the light of the candle, the brilliance of his smile seemed brighter. “Uh huh.”
“Uhm…I guess…because I’d heard about him.” She waved her hand nonchalantly. “His name has ran through my circles a couple of times, so to shut my colleagues up, I came to see what the hype was all about.” She mentally cheered to herself for sounding as casual as possible instead of blubbering.
“Can’t see any other valid reason.” Jonghyun nodded with a wink. “He hasn’t let us down before, hun. Doubt he’d start to now.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” she responded, not really feeling the wit behind it. He was rubbing her the wrong way, but hey, wouldn’t any other woman feel uneasy if a random man was a secret admirer of her of boyfriend and had just told her he’d Frenched him?
Survey says fuck yeah
“I have to warn you though, H2’s performances are always….” His eyes quickly flickered to her lap then back up. “…the perfect stimulant.”
She swallowed hard.
“So if you…” he gestured, silently asking if he could lean in, and she gave him her ear. “If you feel the need to scratch the cat, I won’t mind. Better yet, I could scratch it for you . That is, if you’d like to come home with me tonight.” His whiskers brushed the shell of her ear delicately. “All you have to do is say the word, pretty lady.”
When he pulled back, Rox had to fix her face right before Jonghyun saw it again. She made the mistake of turning to his though, earning herself a sly smile.
“I thought you were gay,” she blurted. Instead of being offended, he chuckled lightly.
“Only on weekends,” he winked. Then his voice lowered, his eyes piercing hers. “But aren’t we all ? Before H2, we think we have it all figured out. But after H2…..we only know H2.”
She had no response to that, just a ponderous stare at this man. But it was just as well, since the lights on the walls suddenly expired and everyone began to cheer. From the candle’s light, she watched as Jonghyun closed his eyes in content, then opened them with a faraway look towards the stage.
Following suit, Rox’s already sky-high heart rate picked up speed. She was really about to see him. After all the time arguing about it, dreaming about it, pouting about it, fantasizing about it, here she was.
Her hands squeezed her knees.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Peccatores Cubilia, The Sinners Lair.”
Several pairs of hands clapped at the female’s voice booming sensually from speakers in the upper corners of the walls. Roxanne shifted in her seat. The woman sounded like the automated voice you’d hear at an amusement park , telling you to strap yourself in and to keep you head, arms, and legs in the car at all times. In a way, Rox thought ironically as she bit her lip, the same directives applied here….
“Tonight, we present you with a very special display. Some of you may know him from prior shows, and some are you are just getting acquainted. A performance by our very own sultan of seduction, our pioneer of pleasure. Our king……H2 -Ahh.”
Louder clapping and a few more cheers. The waitresses clad in slinky red lingerie and holding their serving trays giggled from the back of the room.
“And remember, ladies and gentlemen…once a sinner, always a sinner. Thank you for coming. She moaned lowly after she emphasized that last word. “And enjoy the show.”
Instantly after, a number of things happened in order. All eyes lifted to the mechanic sound of the ceiling opening and the clanking of something lowering. A bright rosy light streamed through, creating a giant circle on the platform. Hidden fog machines silently began to spew a hazy red smoke all over until it had spread to the corners of the platform and a little beyond to the people seated at the closest tables, who immensely loved it judging from their elated gasps.
But when the object was revealed-a large, iron wrought cage- the people awed at the sight of it…and its inhabitant.
As a smooth, Caribbean melody began to play over the speakers, Roxanne could only hyperventilate within herself. Pupils diluted, she took in the spellbinding man slowly rolling his hips to the beat of the song and holding onto the upper bars of either side of the cage with a calm, orgasmic grin. His hair was out in its full, lush glory, as thick and supple and long as it should be-the kind of ebony-brown silk one could sink their fingers through over and over and never get tired of. The swell of his full, pink lips so unbearably tempting and ready, as if ripe fruit, for long hours of tasting. A firm jawline one ached for to be rubbed against them whilst he told a juicy secret in their ear with his tongue…..feminine brown eyes dark from his own inner passion. From defined neck to relaxed ankles, he danced in tight black leather-the delectable honeyed surface of his hands, feet, and head were all that were visible. Such large, capable hands……
I’m pregnant, Taemin, I’m pregnant already, damn you
It was like seeing him for the first time. Reborn….
The cage continued to lower at a fixed, slow pace, concealing a Taemin she never knew could exist. She almost turned to Jonghyun with her shocked expression, but refrained from doing so lest he gave her that I told you so attitude she would not have been able to tolerate.
Not that he would have even bothered to look over in the first place. Who in their right would and miss even a nanosecond of the gorgeous beast before them?
H2 eyed the crowd scrumptiously as the cage finally stopped, hovering just right above the stage. The music was lowered a tad. And the world seemed to stand still when he graced the audience with a small laugh.
“How’s everybody doing tonight?” he asked in a voice more rugged than usual. When the people echoed back various replies, he laughed again. Rox recognized that voice, though. That voice that nudged under her hair and into her ear whenever he’d whisper about how he couldn’t wait until they fucked. And just like any other time, her back arched instantaneously.
“Glad you all are well. But you know, things haven’t been all that great with me lately.”
In the arch’s place came a snort. He was such a ham. The audience all “awww” -ed on cue after he said that. Someone screamed “why, baby?” and were laughed at by the others as well as H2
“Well, you see,” he smacked his lips together audibly. ”I think I’m under some kind of dry spell.”
Rox leaned up, really wanting to hear this. Every tantalizing word that came from his mouth…..
“I’ve been feelin’ so dry…so thirsty for something wet and revitalizing. Something to quench this bad, baaad thirst.” He fanned himself, opening his mouth to pant leisurely and heavily. The hidden mic on his person carried the sound, causing some to whimper in their chairs.
And I was sure there were no surprises left in the world. Now I find out he can act… might have to get a few pointers from him. Lord knows I’m slacking in my acting classes….
But that was only one of a million other thoughts crossing her mind. A million other less-than-appropriate , nah, just down right dispicable thoughts.
Thirsty for something, huh. Ooooo Taemin, you was wrong for that one. She stirred, veins clogging with giddiness.
He shrugged, unlocking the cage from the inside and running his hand from the back of his neck down to his chest.
“But I don’t know what to do, everyone. I drink my water, yet it doesn’t do a damn thing. So much goes down my throat,” he paused for the effect of his innuendo, smirking devilishly when the crowd made their individual “fuck yeah” faces. “Yet I’m never replenished….”
H2 grins facetiously, swinging the door open and planting his feet on the pink floor. “I went to the doctor, and you know what he tells me?”
“What!?”
“He tells me, H2, it’s alllll in the skin.”
“In the skin??”
“In the skin,” he repeats. ‘And you know, I think he might be on to a lil somethin somethin. So...”
The crowd cheers when H2 suddenly rips off his jacket, snagging the shirt in the process and exposing a glimmering chest. He bites back his lip innocently as if to say ‘oops’, looks down, and back up again smirking.
“Doctor’s orders.”
The music picks back again. And with it, a grinding H2. Before she can stop herself, Roxanne’s hand gravitates down to the crease of her thighs, fighting to separate them. As if a simple roll of his hips commanded all the power in her limbs, wanting her to do it’s bidding.
She slaps it away without even looking down.
♪There you again girl, on my mind, see you in my dreams all the time. Ooh baby girl, you’re so fine, standing in front of me-Now would you wind for me…slow wind for me
In her mind, she respectively replaced “girl” with boy” in the lyrics, mesmerized like the rest at how fluidly he moved….wind indeed. H2 put his hands behind his head, biting his lips in concentration as he rotated his pelvis over and over and over again…at some points, he began to thrust into the air with precise balance on his toes. At times, he’d lock his hips mid-grind, hold it out much to their taunting desire, and let it smoothly carry out within those taut leather pants…pants Roxanne wanted to peel down with her teeth at that moment.
Much unlike Yoona’s party, no one said much. It was the music and H2; and, quite honestly, that’s all that was needed. Who needed monkey screeching when you had this?
There was a collective sigh when he let out a shuddery moan, allowing the rest of his ripped shirt to crumple to the floor as he watched his own action of removing it. Roxanne had to vaguely thank whoever it was again for such a brill idea of that mic…wherever it was on that sleek body of his. Now he was heaving up his hair in the back, grabbing it as he moved bare chested. Escaped tendrils dangled down his back and masculine shoulders….the sweat from the leather glaring off sun-kissed skin made Roxanne tremble in her Versace boots.
She really thought she’d lose her shit when, suddenly, his neck was fully exposed whilst Taemin rolled it. It was so perfectly edible-looking there, she wanted to cry from the frustration of not getting to go up there and suck on it greedily.
Put your voodoo on me babe. Kiss my lips and curse me babe. Show me how you do your magic babe. Lead me to your secret jungle babe.
Soon enough, those large hands were inching down his body in earnest. Wide spaces between his fingers, lips partially open, lids low. Watching himself as he played with his navel. Touching it mercilessly….fingering it like he fingered something else. Mouthing “fuck” he slipped his index finger down the slick treasure trail of his tight abdomen. At the sensation, his head arched back in a hiss-the finger swirled in circles right above his pubic area. When his head came back up, there was a dazed look in his eyes, and it wasn’t from the red smoke.
Everyone must have held their breaths when his knees gave out and he gracefully slipped to the floor on them. Slanting his body back, Taemin proceeded to wind his hips with just as much ease as he did standing up. An extra light appeared over him, making his dewy skin appear pink tinted. His own breath continued to hitch as he bucked and shuddered under his own touch. Over and over he moaned, “take it off…need to…take it off” whilst moistening his lips consistently.
It was at this point that all Rox could do was cover her mouth with her hand. Wide eyed, she witnessed him beg and plead his own self to relieve his body of the leather pants. The faces he was making….oh those faces….the clench of his perfect teeth, the frown of his brow, the pained look in his eyes as his neck rolled from this way to that….beautiful ugly faces. Slow torture…she didn’t know how he could do it. And with another intensely high moan from him, she felt three pangs of intense arousal swell in her loins. Ohh, it was too bad she couldn’t take Jonghyun up on his offer- too bad she couldn’t take H2 up on that offer.
When the pants were eventually unzipped and unbuttoned, H2 sighed, sighed as if something incredibly tight were enclosing what lay bulging in his pants, and he bent back until his head nearly touched the floor. Some people clapped while others were too stunned with desire to realize he was doing a move not a lot of people could do. He held it up for a few seconds before gently collapsing his sweet, sweet body all the way to the floor. Legs were bent with knees in the air, curls fanned out on the stage….hands clutching and grabbing at his chest….his struggle to get out of those confounded pants
Rox’s guts turned to lead as everyone started to get out their seats for a closer view. Oh no….I can’t go up there. He’ll spot me for sure….
Yet her feet were already defying her rational thoughts as they stood her up and pulled her to the center of the room. Pulling the hat down even more, she approached the stage and stood behind a redhead.
And realized why the tile had looked so “shiny.” Because it was layered with some sort of plastic.
All over the plastic puddled oil. Rivulets of oil shimmering under the harsh spot lights. She suspected it was baby oil, as she was familiar with its scent.
H2 didn’t seem to notice the audience that had fully surrounded him on all four sides of the stage. He only groaned as nimble fingers hounded on the pants. Roxanne knew she gasped when the pants were suddenly down mid-thigh…then at his knees….and then down to his ankles. With a content grunt, he finally kicked them off.
Just like that, he was nude. And Roxanne was besides herself with disbelief and budding, budding, exploding pleasure.
“Tae…” she whispered under her breath.
Taemin, Taemin, Taemin……
He lay there with his legs bent and spread, bronze arms laid leisurely above a head that was turned to the side, facing Rox’s direction. A lusty expression was etched on his face while he mumbled. Hair threatened to slip into his pink mouth-a strand had plastered itself to his face. Between his thighs bobbed heat, length, and raw, masculine power.
Beautiful wasn’t even the word.
He opened his eyes lazily at the whirling of the cage-it was ascending. As if he’d gathered a new motive, H2 flipped himself over on his stomach, dragging up clenched fists. All saw how well coated he was with oil. It did better than any amount of sweat would have. Butterscotch…had never looked so delicious, so appealing. Roxanne has always loved the taste of it-Grandmother Faye’s nightstand drawer was an endless supply. Now, she craved it like one gone mad. He was sticky and wet, just like how he wanted.
And just how she loved it.
H2 pushed himself up, hair hanging and weighted down from the oil. It swung in front of his head, dripping. The head swayed to the violins in the song…..
Baby oil…..it was just baby oil. Other strippers used it to enhance their look. It was common…
But what wasn’t common was this. This scene played out in front of her and others. The different use of baby oil….the art of using its slippery texture to erotically dance on the stage. To dance without even standing to your feet. To stretch yourself out, turn around, sensually get on your knees and twist your head around sucking on your finger with a dangerous look in your eye….to combine interpretative dance, solo foreplay, and a common household product and make it come alive, make it magical. Make it soul-hitting.
She really had to give it to DreamGents, when after a womb tightening, wonderfully carried out fifteen minutes of erotic dance and stage grinding, H2 got to his feet in a haggard moan and smoothed his hair back as a fine water mist rained down from tiny holes in the ceiling all over his body. Roxanne then knew that showering with him would have to be a must later on down the road. Perhaps even, tomorrow night…..
She wished the night would never end. And it seemed that it wouldn’t, as in her mind, everything he did was in slow motion. It was a montage of red haze and golden body parts. The hands that never ceased to caress, pinch, tug, dig, tease and stroke. Legs that went for days, a back perfectly sculpted for arching, sculpted with virile precision. Her head swirled with pleading moans. The steady, island beat of this song she’d grown accustomed to, as if were the soundtrack of her never-ending night.
Let’s get together…and make sweet love, yeah. Let’s get together…and mix cultures. Let’s get together and change the world, yeah. Wiiind for me, Jamaican girl…
The coat was suffocating her now. Her body was hot and yearning, and the stupid coat was suffocating her. Had her squirming with all her might, to try to get to a position where she’d be at least a little comfortable. She suddenly wished she was up there with H2…her H2…Her Taemin. Naked with him, oiled like him. Being refreshed and receiving every lasting second of touching him….pleasing him. Him mutually doing things to satisfy her. AC hitting their bodies and sending them spiraling into a euphoria of hot and cold.
An deep moan snapped her out of her daze, and she realized that he was on his back again.
Hand gripped around his shaft. Tightly rising up and down…up and down…. His hand trying to control the rhythm because the slickness of the oil would send him to cloud nine way too soon.
“Fuck,” he hissed. Taemin scrunched up his face, leaning up a bit to see what sin he was committing to the hardened flesh at his core. When he experimentally rubbed a thumb over the tip, a whining moan escaped. It was so deafening, Roxanne nearly doubled over from the rounds of pleasurable pangs caused by it. She was sure if any erogenous zone was merely brushed on her form, she’d cream and spasm forever.
“Help…help me…somebody…”
No he wasn’t….no.
“Help me,” he croaked, weakly pulling his hand away from where it throbbed the most. “Somebody take care of me.”
And she’d be damned if that guy she’d been talking to earlier was right there in a heartbeat. RIGHT there gently pulling H2 by the ankles…closer.
Taemin no, she cried in her head. Please don’t let HIM do this to you! Not HIM!
To her dismay, though, H2 didn’t seem to care. He sighed as Jonghyun climbed in between his legs and grasped his dick victoriously, a kittenish smirk on his lips. His paler hand started to stroke H2 at uneven paces. Clouded eyes stayed closed as he groaned with his chin pointed up, curling toes that were in the air. Uncharacteristic rage began to build in her chest at that sight. The man spanking her man in front of her face. Grabbing her baby’s ankles and holding them high as he did his dirty work. And the filthy audience was drinking it all in with gazes of lust. A man doing her job.
Concurrently, though, she had to admit it wasn’t as bad as her conscious was making it out to be. In fact, dare she say…it turned her on even more. The way Jonghyun’s veiny hand pumped her baby to full harness, reddened skin of his cock bunching with each strong, deliberate pull. The single marble of creamy white that emerged from Taemin’s tip after several broad strokes and deep, whispered curses from Jonghyun to accentuate the moment. The titillating sound of moist flesh-a smacking mantra to the background music.
But the last straw had broken Roxanne’s back when the guy started to lower head down to-
“Shit!” the man hissed venomously- somebody had stomped the hell out of his foot. He whirled around only to have himself knocked to the side with unnatural strength.
Within seconds, Taemin’s dick pulsated in her mouth.
She had to act fast. For some unfathomable reason, Taemin wasn’t in his right mind-it was like self-pleasure-and self-pleasure-only mattered to him; didn’t matter how or who he got it from. As if he’d forgotten he wasn’t gay and that he had a loving girlfriend. ..
While she shivered at the thought, she concentrated on the salty, creamy textured length in her mouth. Only having given a blow job three times before in her entire life, she was at a disadvantage. But when it came down to it….there was only one concept: Bob UP and DOWN.
Jonghyun glared at the Filipina who stole his glory, yet shrugged in the next instant. At least it wasn’t a total loss-he’d see H2 another night.
And besides, watching the beauty fill her mouth and work the hollow of her cheeks to suck H2 off….was sexy.
He grinned when she paused, then continued to suck. All was progressing along well until he noticed something strange….how when she latched onto his hips to hold him steady, she kept her head turned away from his face. Even when H2 moaned even louder, earning her a congratulatory murmur of content from the audience…even when he wrapped his legs around her waist to urge her to let him hit the back of her throat, she still didn’t look up.
What the hell? She was hot. Why not look at hi-
And that’s when he put two and two together, suddenly spurting with laughter. The detective attire, the attack on him, the hesitation at the tables….just wow.
Looks like you’re the one who already brought him home to momma, pretty lady.
It was just her luck when Taemin knocked her hat off in an attempt to grasp her hair. His greed was ridiculous, almost insatiable. Roxanne was glad all she had to do was keep her head all the way down and take him deep for a little while longer. Meanwhile, she was still suffering from the coat and her own heightened arousal…..doing this to him wasn’t helping anything except for him not to get his dick sucked by another man.
Oh the sacrifice, she rolled her eyes to herself.
Yet she had to admit….it was pretty nice. To have all of him in her mouth in front of all these people. For him not to know who she is…for the audience to be in high favor of her efforts on their favorite stripper…..it was heaven in hell. She purred. The velvet rod sliding wetly, smacking, eventually twitching every few seconds was wonderful…because it was HIM.
The kinkiest, most erotic night of her life.
The revelation gave her goose bumps just as soon as Taemin cried out frantically, tensing up. Then a searingly hot, thick essence was oozing down her second tunnel of love. It was a bittersweet taste, and it was lovely……
She couldn’t miss it-Roxanne gingerly lifted her head to watch him ride out his waving orgasm. Through a series of low moans, sighs, and spasms, H2-Ahh…Lee Taemin…her boyfriend came. It looked as if a face of pain…but she guessed that’s how it would look if your greatest pleasure transcended into its complete opposite.
He’s coming so hard, it HURTS….damn.
Proof of that commenced when she spotted the bead of a tear at one of his eyes before quickly lowering her head and sliding away, off of his hot flesh. Taemin was too spent to notice, so ended up rasping “Thank you” to an alleviator that wasn’t even there anymore.
“You’re welcome,” comes from Jonghyun though, smiling wickedly as he helps to pull up the dancer. “And I’m sure she would say the same.”
“She? Who, what?” He’s so dizzy….cock slightly hurting…..
Jonghyun chuckles, slightly turning to see Roxy mashing her hat atop her head and scurrying out like the guilty party she was. Faces Taemin again.
“Nevermind.”
Roxanne leaves the room before she can witness what happens next- miraculously, H2 still has enough strength to crawl around the perimeter of the stage and take generous tips out of his customer’s mouths with his teeth. With each tip he provides a hot kiss and a bidding wish goodnight. The tips go in a giant glass bowl brought in by one of the waitresses. And as he does this duty, the part of Taemin that slips into consciousness is relieved that Roxanne wasn’t there. He knew how insanely jealous and hurt she might be….that since they were together, unlike before, a lot of things mattered, a lot of morals applied. He sighed disappointedly to himself as he left through a back door with his tips and his clothes- a short cut to the locker rooms. As usual, he noted to himself that’d have to stop stripping sooner than he thought…..Roxanne was changing everything for him…and for the better.
*****
She gulped down the third and final Smirnoff before slipping off the stool and stumbling to the doors to go out from whence she came. She had not the foggiest as to how she was going to Sunny’s that night in her current state and especially if she’d get there before Taemin did.
Moaning, Roxanne snatched her car door open and crumbled into it. The images of the night’s festivities were still fresh, plaguing her brain. She’d seen him strip once before, but it was nothing compared to this performance. This was powerful….beyond anything she perceived erotic. He had to be the most sensual person she’d ever seen/met. He owned that stage every time he stepped foot on it, there just had to be no doubt…..
Was it possible to fall even harder in love with someone who’d blown her mind in a lair especially made for sinners?
His world…hmmm….that’s his world
Despite herself, she reclined the seat. Hurriedly tugged down her jeans and panties, propped her feet up on the dashboard. Once inserted, her entire finger up to her wrist was saturated with warm nectar. She groaned at how good it felt and proceeded to plunge into herself in a fast pace….faster and deeper until she couldn’t hold it anymore and erupted in a loud cry of ecstasy. Her body grew limp, eyes rolling weakly out the window.
What she hazily saw wasn’t the group of partiers who’d seen the whole episode (and whom some had gotten off on her display) No, they were long gone.
Yet who was there had her grinning a tiny grin.
“I told I could scratch it for you, but now I see you don’t need any help,” he chortled.
She didn’t know how, couldn’t quite figure out how in a few minutes she’d ended up in the passenger’s seat and he was driving….driving where exactly? Sunny’s? Oh shitlicks. How was she going to explain this guy to her and 2H…Tae-AHHH….?
She was exhausted and giggly…..so drowsy….
And her last thought was amusedly, absurdly about how she had basically paid $120 to suck off her own boyfriend, before drifting to sleep against the warm car seat.