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Kim Jinhyung could only look askance at the photo in his hand.
He hates the way he smiles, how happy he looks, the way he wraps his ex-boyfriend's waist around his back and rests his head on top of the other. The disinterest in his ex-boyfriend's face is palpable now that he has stopped seeing the world with pink glasses, in something so small you could already see the signs, but Jinhyung was so in love that he never realized it until it was too late.
He feels used, torn apart, like a doll that was used for a purpose and then thrown away.
He's been looking at that photo ever since he found out his boyfriend was cheating on him, ever since he kicked him out of his apartment. He had invested a large part of his savings in that apartment and in his ex-boyfriend. So many gifts he gave him, so many whims that he fulfilled without question, all that only to be stabbed in the back repeatedly.
Jinhyung wish he could be that cold and distant person that many thought he was, but instead his heart was more fragile than he wanted to admit. He had always longed to be in love, since his early adolescence he had been reading romantic stories and imagining himself finally finding his better half. He used to scream into his pillow, daydreaming about what it would be like when he was in a relationship.
Now he just wanted to scream and smash everything within his reach.
The apartment he found was a single measly room, he didn't have to walk far to get to the bedside table and find what he was looking for. Determined he took out the lighter and lit a flame, he hesitated for a moment but soon he brought the photo closer and watched with delight as he turned to ashes little by little, his ex-boyfriend's face disfiguring. He threw the remains in the sink of his bathroom, he had no choice but to face the image that was seen in the mirror. His eyes are fixed on his jet black hair and the image of her ex-boyfriend running his fingers over it appeared in her mind.
He needed to erase any traces of this type from his body, however necessary.
Before he knew it, he was heading to the store and paying for some hair dye. He had never been so impulsive in his life, but with each strand of hair that was covered by that smelly substance, he felt that each time he gained control of his life again. He breathed heavily when he finished, as if it had been the hardest decision he had made in life, but at the same time the best he could do.
Even now in this very small apartment, surrounded by the few belongings he was able to recover, with a completely uncertain future, but finally he felt like him, not someone else's toy.
Now he needed to take back the reins of his life.
He needed money urgently. Summer vacation was just beginning, but soon he would need money to pay for the next semester in college. His savings would only be enough for rent and food, the scholarship money would not give him much more. Worst of all, he'd been foolish enough to quit his job at a café just because his ex convinced him to do so so he could "spend the whole summer together."
He spends his days asking around and handing out resumes, but he's already doing math in his head and is aware that none of the jobs would pay him what he needed to earn right now. Unless he take two jobs, surviving would not be possible.
The sun was setting when a sign caught their attention, they were looking for a waiter. The sign is at the entrance of some stairs that go to an underground premises, there are striking lights and suggestive posters, although subtle, it makes it clear that it was one of those places... spicy. He doesn't know what drives him to get closer, to go down the stairs little by little, clinging to the folder with resumes in his hands. You can listen to music, although the volume is considerably low due to the early hour. He is greeted by a guard, a man even taller than Jinhyung, and stocky who sees him from top to bottom with a raised eyebrow.
"I saw that they were looking for a waiter, who can I give my resume to?" He tries as hard as he can to look as professional as he can, but his rational self is screaming for him to get out of there.
The guard looks at him for a few more seconds and nods, finally letting him in and calling another guard to escort him. The number of guards makes him nervous, but he guesses it's a good thing there's so much security. You barely have time to process everything; the soft lights, the waiters and bartenders wearing tuxedo and tie uniforms, preparing to start their shift, the huge stage that stretches with different walkways around the room, the metal bars that connect the ceiling to the stage. It's all too much to process in the few seconds that pass before you get to the venue owner's office.
The man in front of him looks more sideways at Jinhyung than at the resume, his eyes traveling through the freshly dyed blonde hair and tense shoulders. He can't take the attention anymore and is more than ready to run away and not return to that place when the owner tells him the amount of money he would pay him.
Enough to pay for all your expenses, rent, semester at college, and enough to save.
It was all he had wanted, what he needed right now... And since it would be a night shift, he could combine it with classes...
Against his better judgment, he accepts the job and is soon given his uniform. He looks in the mirror and adjusts his tie. He has been drowning in his misery for weeks, rolling in his bed until there were no more tears to cry. He doesn't know what led him to finally do something, to make so many drastic changes in a few hours, but that pressure on his chest had become lighter.
They assign him someone to supervise him and teach him the trade, and it doesn't take long before he gets the hang of it. He has always been good at memorizing, he doesn't waste time learning table numbers and how to write orders. The place is gradually filling up with people and dancers with few pieces of clothing go on stage and perform their numbers in their designated position. He barely pays attention to them, although that doesn't stop his cheeks from blushing every time a customer leans over to extend a tip to the dancer.
He feels a little self-conscious, why lie. The entire room exudes sensuality and warmth, but curiously not out of control. The guards walk around the premises, keeping everything under control. No one has crossed the line, even though several customers are quite drunk. Everything seems... civilized.
Some customers talk to Jinhyung flirtatiously, wink at him and compliment how he looks, but they don't insist or seek to touch him, which he appreciates immensely. The discomfort has not been completely extinguished, but it has greatly diminished. He flows from table to table, carrying cocktails with names he'd never heard of, other waiters talk to him, and one of the bartenders passes him a drink when he sits down for a moment to rest. Everything feels so... light, as if his life was no longer falling into a thousand pieces as before.
Nothing reminds him of his ex-boyfriend, of the friends he lost when he learned that they were covering up the deception. Not for a moment during the night does the thought of having run out of options and having to return to his parents' house cross his mind. He loves them with all his heart, but he can't bear the thought of looking them in the face and telling them how stupid and miserable he was because of a man who was never worth it.
Tonight none of that mattered, this was the beginning of a new stage in his life.
He was delivering an order at the bar when the lights dim even more and he hears the crowd moving their chairs closer to the stage, as if they already knew what was coming. The rest of the dancers go backstage slowly, picking up the bills that had fallen to the ground and counting their winnings. It takes him a while to carry drinks in such darkness but he is glad that he delivered the order before the show started. A light illuminates the center of the stage, just pointing at the reddish curtains. The music began to play from the speakers, low and sensual, echoing in the ears of anyone who was listening.
Two people come on stage, and nothing could have prepared Jinhyung for this moment.
The first one approaches the edge of the stage, moving her hips to the rhythm of the music, the lights were reflected on the crystals that hung from the piercing on the belly, bringing the attention of the entire audience to that specific area. This person runs his hands over his thighs covered by fishnet stockings and slowly raises them to bring the audience's gaze higher, past the tiny folded skirt and burgundy lace bra. His nails were long and sharp, he was sure they could leave marks on anyone's skin with just a touch. There was something dangerous and so striking about this person, he didn't know if it was because of that hair as red as a rose or because of the way she feigned innocence with the rapid movement of her eyelashes that made him unable to look away. Each of her movements had a purpose, she incited people to want more, to wish to see more of her. Jinhyung felt like he was swallowing hard as the opponent stretched his head back, even with the music you could hear the lewd moan coming from his full and juicy lips.
A graceful laugh next to him made his concentration break, the customer he had served looked at him with amusement in his eyes, his hand feeling the seat next to him, instructing the blond to take a seat.
"Everyone can tell that you're the new one." The tanned one wanted to reply as he sat down, but the customer pointed to the stage, his smile hidden by his drink.
And he fixed his gaze on the stage again in time to see him redhead slowly approaching the other dancer, one of his nails raising his jaw. Although the first person was stunning in every way and a total overflow of sensuality, the second was not far behind. Her long blonde hair tied in a ponytail moved with her every move, even the most subtle. She was wearing something similar to the opposite but in pastel pink colors, with white lace ruffles, each piece of clothing accentuating her slim figure in an exquisite way, even if the bra was a little loose on her flat chest and one of its straps fell over her shoulder. The redhead's hand went higher until it grabbed the blonde's ponytail and pulled it towards her, the other could not do anything under her control. They were so close to each other that with just a small movement their lips would touch, but instead the redhead pulled the blonde's hair back, forcing her to bend her back. For a moment Jinhyung worried, but it was all shown to be part of the function as the slender person turned backwards gracefully, his body practically flying in the air until he lay on the ground delicately.
That's when the show really began.
First the redhead took his place on the pole, twisting and bending to accentuate the tantalizing curve of his body, flaunting the control he had over the crowd. She spreads her legs in the air, the tiny skirt being completely useless to hide the slim burgundy thong that barely hid her private areas. Her erotic expressions have the audience hypnotized, slaves to her charm, drooling so that she would just look at them. The blonde joins the same pole, their bodies rubbing against each other shamelessly. As captivated as it is for Jinhyung, he begins to pay more attention to their actions, to how they demonstrate control and mastery in their movements, it is not only about the sensual and erotic demonstration, but also about the art of pole dancing in all its splendor, an art that could only have been perfected in such a way after years of practice.
Jinhyung has made an effort to study all those traditional performing arts in depth, but such a presentation makes him see the world differently. Think of the strength it takes to be able to hold onto the bar and maintain balance in such a way, how this art is such an exquisite display of strength and flexibility. He sees the presentation and can notice every little detail that makes it so special, in the synchrony of the movements with the music, with the opposing dancer's own body.
Somehow the dancers intertwine their legs, their crotches rubbing against each other. One hand held the bar and the other groped the skin within reach, even sneaking under the few pieces of clothing they were wearing. Anyone who had eyes would find this scene exciting, there was no way anyone on this planet could resist the charm of both of them and Jinhyung was definitely no exception. The short-haired blonde felt that his heart was going to jump out of his chest from how fast he was beating with excitement, his thighs squeezed together trying to calm his excitement. He felt dizzy to witness such beauties touching each other, a kind of excitement so strong and intense that he had never experienced in his life. His mind was only filled with warmth, excitement, fascination, excitement, and... jealousy.
And he didn't know where that ugly feeling came from.
Think about the chemistry of both people on stage and how they complement each other so beautifully, a couple like no other. They are in tune, their eyes looking at each other so fondly that anyone could see it even from a distance. Jinhyung's treacherous heart had attacked him with a feeling of envy that was not typical of him.
The show continues until the final moment where they both lie on the floor, the blonde one spreads out with apparent submission while the redhead floats above her, slowly descending until she leaves a kiss on the neck of the opposite, the trace of her lipstick marked on her skin. The music comes to an end and the audience applauds vigorously, arms extend bills to the stage, waiting for those beauties to approach to take them. Only then was Jinhyung able to break out of the spell, finally getting up and thanking the customer next to him. He knew he had to go back to work, but he couldn't help but hesitate for a moment when he thought he met the redhead's gaze, but that couldn't be true. He did not want to think about it anymore, he simply continued with his work.
A couple of more hours passed until the club finally closed its doors.
Jinhyung's feet were screaming for a break as he cleared the last table. The shiny room had to be left for when it reopened the next night. With a lot of effort the tanned one took his clothes and crawled to the bathroom, and he could finally return home to rest. He went into a cubicle and meticulously folded his uniform, he only needed to put on his jacket when he heard the door opening. He doesn't think about it much, he knew that the rest of the waiters would be in the staff room storing their things in their respective lockers, it is assumed that soon they would also assign him one but he preferred the privacy that the bathroom cubicles gave him.
What he could not ignore is the sound of two pairs of footsteps rushing in. Listen to some giggles, some wet sounds. He has no idea what was going on. His tired brain didn't even think twice before opening the door slightly, but he immediately regretted his actions.
Nothing could have prepared him for the sight he encountered. Those dancers who had caught his attention so much were now rubbing their bodies against each other while kissing shamelessly, their hands traveling under the tiny clothes and pulling only to let it go again and delight in the sound of the material crashing hard against the skin. They barely separated for a second to take a breath before diving again, as if they could not live without the lips of the other. There were smudged lipstick stains on the corners of her mouth, bra straps sliding down her shoulders sinfully. Jinhyung should feel ashamed, guilty, but he couldn't look away for a second. There was something about the way they both fought for dominance, to subdue the opposing dancer, that was simply captivating. His legs gave out, I hope at least he didn't make much noise when kneeling on the floor. It felt like I was witnessing something forbidden, something that should only be reserved for the two of them and no audience, but it was those two beauties who decided to do this here.
The one with the blonde ponytail parted with a malicious smile, grabbing the redhead tightly and turning her over, pressing her body against the wall. He had no mercy, he mistreated the body of the red-clad woman as he pleased, guiding his hips back so that he could rub that barely dressed butt against his crotch. It was surreal to see how that person who had so surely dominated the other dancer on stage, now allowed himself to be manipulated and touched without protest. Jinhyung was startled to see how the hand of the slender one came down forcefully on the redhead's butt, the sound of the spanking echoing through the walls, as well as the moan that came from those fleshy lips.
"My bunny~ I knew this outfit would look so good on you, no one could take their eyes off you, always the center of attention... Can you imagine if people saw you like this? All pathetic and panting? Too bad they can't, I know they would kill to see you like this... But this view is just for me~”
"Unfortunately it wasn't like that" Jinhyung would like to add, but he was too busy covering his mouth not to scream.
What had he gotten himself into?
His heart was beating a thousand times a minute, he felt like it was going to come out of his chest. There was no way to escape without them noticing his presence, there was no way to get out of it. He just sat on the floor, putting his legs together in embarrassment, doing his best to ignore his excitement. He could just stop looking at the scene, put on the headphones that were in his jacket, and wait for it all to be over, but instead he kept watching, too mesmerized by the way their bodies rubbed against each other. He couldn't take his eyes off those thin fingers, curiously lacking in those long, sharp nails they once possessed, of how they came and went at high speed inside the redhead, the skirt completely raised and the thong effortlessly pushed to the side.
Jinhyung's entire body shudders as he hears the redhead practically screaming as the blonde finally takes out her cock and impales it inside the opponent's. There is no mercy in the way the one with ponytail stamped over and over again. As during the pole dance performance, her movements are precise and direct, aiming at all the right places if he are correctly interpreting the expression of pure pleasure in the person in reddish clothes.
"Y-You feel so good, Muti. Your inside squeezes me so well.” The redhead only moans at his words, too lost in pleasure to be able to concentrate on anything else. Jinhyung sees how "Muti" rolls his eyes, his tongue resting on those plush lips, it was a very obscene sight. The blonde continues with the thrusts, grabbing the redhead's waist tightly, slamming her again and again against her cock. Although at first the slimmer took a more dominant role, she was slowly losing control of her actions and simply moving to her pleasure, whatever it takes to reach orgasm and push her partner to the limit as well.
The tanned one feels dizzy. His penis presses insistently against his pants, he is embarrassed with how incredibly aroused he is. He never thought he would like this kind of thing, watching others pleasure themselves, he feels dirty, it’s dangerous. There was an unknown feeling in his chest that oppressed him, adrenaline making his ears buzz. He had never done anything so... exciting before. Think about his former partners, how they never explored anything beyond casual, vanilla. That thought makes him feel almost like a monk, some kind of saint, but there was no room for something like that with his brain so full of dirty thoughts. He doesn't know who to envy, he doesn't really know what position he would like to be in, whether burying his own throbbing cock inside the redhead or being penetrated non-stop by the hyperactive blonde. Sinete like his erection only did more than harden, like his hole feels empty and squeezes against nothingness. Everything is too much and not enough at the same time.
Finally he decides to look away, he feels that he is at his limit, that if he continued to see that scene he would cum shamefully in his pants.
And luckily he look away in time, because he hears both dancers let out a loud moan before silence takes over the bathroom, only hearing the gasps after such a strenuous activity.
Everyone present is startled when they hear an incoming call, Jinhyung thanks all the gods that it was not his phone and it was still silent. Listen as someone picks up the call and answers. They speak in a surprisingly low voice, so much so that he do not understand a word. He soon hears their clothes being arranged and coming out of the bathroom, leaving Jinhyung completely alone with his thoughts.
The tanned one stays there lying there for who knows how long, meditating and calming down enough for his erection to go down. He staggers when he finally comes out of the cubicle and sees himself in the mirror. He sees that his lower lip is red after biting it so much, practically split. He just wants to get to his apartment as soon as possible and take a cold bath and then get into his bed and forget that all this was over.
He is heading for the exit when he hears a voice calling his name, he uses all the strength he has left to suppress the sigh that wants to come from his lips and he turns around. There is his new boss with the biggest smile on his lips, with a wave of his hand encouraging him to come closer. He knows it was a big mistake when he approaches and right next to him, he sees two people, impossible not to recognize.
The two strippers he recently saw fucking in the bathroom.
They are dressed in casual clothes and fur jackets, which do not seem at all cheap, they are definitely branded and of good quality. They have wiped off their makeup, leaving their faces bare natural... Maybe because the makeup smudged while they were having wild sex in a public restroom. He sees that the redhead smiles sweetly at him, her hair in a perfectly messy bun, while the other dancer no longer had the blonde wig on, instead her shoulder-length jet hair was completely straight due to the gel. They both greeted him with a friendly smile, and Jinhyung didn't know if he could really hide how he felt at that moment.
His boss walked over, patting him on the shoulder as he pulled him even closer. It was impossible not to notice how tense the tanned man was.
"Boy, I've been looking for you everywhere.” he proudly point to both dancers “Let me introduce you to my stars; Wumuti and Rui. You may have seen them in action by now, today was a particularly good night with tips.” The older man didn't even give him time to introduce himself, he just handed him an envelope in his hand. "An advance for your services, keep in mind that the next one is in a month, it's not every day that I feel so generous."
Jinhyung opened the envelope, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets at the sight of the amount of money. All the effort, all the fatigue had been worth it. He look out of the corner of his eye at those dancers, if this was going to be the payment to tolerate this kind of thing, he supposes that then it wasn't all so bad.
"It will be nice to have you in the club, Jinhyung.” Wumuti's soft voice caught his attention, the same voice he heard screaming and moaning at the top of his lungs not long ago.
"Anything counts on your hyungs to help you.” Rui exclaimed with a smile that was too big, there was something in his eyes that he couldn't fully decipher.
Jinhyung swallowed all his doubts and bowed in respect.
"I am in your care.”
It only took those seconds for Jinhyung not to see the look that both beauties in front of him exchanged, barely holding back the mischievous smiles that spread across their lips.