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The low, thumping distortion of music from Exhorizon’s basement floor instantly greeted Sehun the moment he stepped past the black velvet curtain. Dammit. This place was far too noisy, standing in stark contrast to the cold glass cube of his corporate office, where he had just spent fourteen consecutive hours staring at nauseating stock numbers.
Sehun loosened the knot of his tie with a rough tug, unbuttoning the top button of his crisp, still-ironed white dress shirt. If not for Chanyeol—his loud coworker who insisted Sehun needed some “high-grade tension release” before his head split open—Sehun swore he would rather be soaking in the bathtub of his own apartment.
“Didn’t I tell you? Drop that stiff office face, Sehun. Just enjoy it,” Chanyeol whispered, half-shouting near his ear, while guiding Sehun toward one of the velvet sofas in the semi-VIP area that faced the main stage directly.
Sehun didn’t answer. He simply ordered a glass of neat whiskey, leaned his broad frame against the sofa, and stared at the stage with a lifeless, bored gaze. To him, beauty was something that could be calculated.
Until finally, the dim red neon lighting above the stage abruptly shut off, replaced by a warm, slow golden amber spotlight. Slow R&B music with a heavy, intimate bassline began to echo, vibrating the surface of the glass tumbler in Sehun’s hand.
A man stepped out from behind the shadows.
Sehun, who was about to take a sip of his drink, suddenly froze. His glass was held mid-air.
The man on stage was introduced by the MC as their best dancer. The man’s name was Kai.
Unlike the other dancers who exploited their bodies with skimpy outfits from the get-go, Kai emerged clad in a loose, pitch-black silk shirt that waved elegantly with his every step. The shirt draped beautifully, exposing his collarbones and upper chest, which were the color of warm honey. His tan skin gleamed softly under the spotlight, coated in a body oil scented with vanilla that faintly began to drift toward the front rows of seats. Around his neck, a thin black leather choker was fastened, connected to a woven silk harness that framed his slender waist so perfectly.
It wasn’t merely an erotic performance. It was a visual work of art blending anatomy and fashion.
Kai began to move. His movements were unhurried; profoundly graceful, as if he possessed all the time in the world. His slender fingers moved slowly, tracing his own chest before sliding up to caress his sharp jawline, which was adorned with a subtle touch of smokey eyeliner at the corners of his eyes.
Kai spun, letting the black silk fabric of his shirt brush against his golden skin. And right on the third beat of the bass, Kai turned his head. Amidst the thin puffs of smoke and hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him with pure lust, Kai’s dark eyes moved in a straight line, locking his gaze directly onto Sehun’s eyes.
A faint, lazy smile etched onto Kai’s full lips. A silent invitation that instantly made the whiskey in Sehun’s throat feel like fire, and for the first time in the past month, Sehun’s heart beat incredibly fast.
The sweet yet heavy scent of vanilla seemed to linger in the air even after Kai had left the stage, leaving behind a sudden emptiness that made Sehun feel uncomfortable. The whiskey in his glass was completely gone, but the burning sensation in his chest refused to fade. His mind was entirely consumed by the flashes of gleaming tan skin and the pair of heavy-lidded eyes that had just completely derailed his train of thought.
“Hey, Oh Sehun. Are you spacing out?” Chanyeol nudged his arm, smirking widely upon noticing the direction of Sehun’s gaze, which was still fixed on the curtain where Kai had disappeared. “Didn’t I tell you? Kai is different. But forget about touching him off-stage, the line is absolutely crazy.”
Sehun didn’t care about the line. The salaryman who usually relied on logic and precise calculations was now moving under the control of an unfamiliar, impulsive urge. He set his empty glass down on the table with a sharp clink, then stood up, completely ignoring Chanyeol’s confused calls.
Sehun approached the VIP area manager. A black credit card was pulled from his leather wallet without hesitation, slid across the counter along with a cold absolute command, “Private room. Bring Kai there right now.”
Money was never an issue for a man in Sehun’s position, and that financial power instantly bought him a shortcut.
* * *
A few minutes later, Sehun was inside a private room that was much quieter. The illumination in the room sourced only from dim, reddish-purple neon lights that reflected off the black mirror-lined walls. Sehun sat in the middle of the long leather sofa, trying to calm his heartbeat, which was still racing abnormally.
The faint click of the opening door made Sehun snap his head up.
Kai stepped inside. His black silk shirt was still fitted perfectly to his body, but the top few buttons were now undone even lower, flaunting a sweep of his exotic, broad chest. Under the purple lighting of the private room, Kai looked even more unreal—like an illusion created to test the defenses of a straight-laced man like Sehun.
“Good evening, Sir,” Kai greeted. His voice was low, raspy, and carried a lazy undertone that sounded incredibly sensual.
Kai walked closer, showing not a single shred of awkwardness or fear in front of Sehun’s stiff and intimidating demeanor in his expensive suit. Instead of sitting on the empty sofa, Kai stopped right in front of Sehun’s knees. He leaned down, letting his smokey eyeliner catch the dim light as his eyes stared straight into Sehun’s.
“I heard you paid a very high price just to spend the rest of the night with me,” Kai whispered, his slender fingers moving slowly down Sehun’s already loosened silk tie, playing with it in a teasing, enigmatic motion. “So... what kind of release do you need from me, Sir?”
Sehun did not break his gaze for even a second from the pair of dark eyes before him. The corner of his lips lifted slightly, a faint smirk he rarely showed. The tension that had been torturing his head all day now mutated into a different kind of tension, one far more thrilling in the lower depths of his abdomen.
“Give me a lap dance,” Sehun answered, his voice heavy and filled with a low, absolute demand. “Use all of your skills.”
Hearing the command, Kai did not seem surprised. Instead, he let out a soft chuckle, a raspy sound that echoed so sexily amidst the silence of the soundproof private room. His fingers released their grip on Sehun's tie, and he took two steps back to create some distance.
“An honor,” Kai whispered, his eyes flashing mischievously beneath the dim purple light. “I usually just follow the club’s standard procedure. But tonight... I will give a special performance, exclusively for a handsome man like you, Sir.”
The slow R&B music channeled specifically into the private room began to penetrate their senses. And right as the first thump of the bass aired, Kai began to move.
His dance this time felt far more intimate and dangerous compared to when he was on the main stage. Kai swayed his body with a hypnotizing grace, letting his loose black silk shirt occasionally slip from his broad shoulders, flaunting his honey-colored skin that gleamed softly from the coating of body oil. Every movement of his hips, every sweep of his hands tracing his own contours, was done with a gaze that never stopped locking Sehun’s eyes. Sehun felt as though his sanity was being stripped away piece by piece.
Until at the climax of the song, Kai walked closer with a slow, rhythmic step. He did not stop in front of Sehun’s knees like before. This time, Kai deliberately lifted one leg, straddling Sehun’s broad thighs, and lowered his body weight to sit right on top of the office worker’s lap.
Kai rested both of his palms against Sehun’s broad chest wrapped in the white dress shirt, feeling Sehun’s heart beating incredibly fast beneath his palms.
“How is it, Mr. Oh? Is my performance so far enough to make you forget your office work?” Kai teased in a whispering tone, his face intentionally brought close until his warm, mint-scented breath brushed the sensitive skin of Sehun’s neck. Kai shifted his position slightly, deliberately creating a smooth friction that caused Sehun to tense up.
Sehun let out a low growl, his large hands moving impulsively to grip Kai’s slender waist wrapped in the silk harness, holding the dancer’s movements back from shifting too wildly before he completely lost control.
Sehun looked up, staring intently at Kai’s smokey eyeliner with a challenging, cynical smile. “Your performance is extraordinary, Kai. But in my opinion, you talk too much,” Sehun shot back, his voice raspy and dense with heavy dominance. “Or is this just your way of hiding the fact that you are also starting to be affected by me?”
Kai widened his smile, feeling challenged by Sehun’s teasing. “Oh, really? In that case, let’s see who breaks first then, Sir.”
Sehun’s grip on Kai’s waist tightened even further, feeling how perfectly the slender silhouette moved under his control. The cynical smirk on Sehun’s face did not fade; instead, it deepened as the distance between their faces dissolved completely.
“Kai, i want you to call me daddy,” Sehun commanded. His voice was raspy, low, and filled with the absolute authority of a man accustomed to dictating everything.
Kai was momentarily taken aback, but a second later, a soft, suppressed laugh escaped his full lips. His smokey eyeliner gleamed playfully yet demandingly beneath the shower of purple light. He leaned down slightly, bringing his body closer until their broad chests brushed intimately behind the barrier of their shirts.
“Of course... daddy,” Kai whispered right in front of Sehun’s lips. His tone was crafted to be so lazy and whining, yet laden with deadly provocation.
Without wasting any more time, Kai began to move.
This time, there were no more slow, holding-back movements. Kai began grinding right on top of Sehun’s thighs, rubbing his backside with a constant, intimate rhythm against Sehun’s penis, which was already fully erect behind his corporate slacks. Every movement of Kai’s hips felt so right, pressing against Sehun’s sensitive spots with a precision that shattered the office worker’s focus into pieces.
Sehun panted, his head tilting back to stare at the black mirror-lined ceiling as an intensely deep pleasure began to take over his sanity. His large hands squeezed Kai’s waist, holding the dancer’s body weight to keep him pressed tightly against his own. Each friction felt so hot, penetrating the layers of their pants, scraping away the remaining sanity Sehun had maintained since this afternoon.
Kai could feel how the broad frame beneath him began to tremble violently, how Sehun’s breath turned into heavy, ragged gasps, and how the twitching down there indicated that this stiff man was already on the edge.
Kai intentionally quickened the tempo of his movements for the last few beats, applying the deepest pressure that forced a low, highly frustrated growl from Sehun’s throat.
Right when Sehun almost lost control and was on the brink of climaxing inside his pants, Kai suddenly stopped his movements. He looked down, locking eyes with Sehun, whose gaze was already heavy and clouded with lust, then whispered in a tone that was incredibly innocent yet cruel.
“Are you about to come, daddy?”
Sehun’s breath hitched, heavy and ragged in the silence of the private room that suddenly felt so suffocating. His eyes, bloodshot from the cloud of lust, glared sharply at Kai, thoroughly displeased with the sudden interruption that severed the flow of pleasure down there.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Sehun growled, his voice low and raspy, thick with a command that brooked no argument.
Without waiting for a reply, Sehun’s large hands moved impulsively down from Kai’s waist, slipping underneath to squeeze the firm cheeks of Kai’s ass wrapped in tight pants with an utterly possessive grip. Sehun pressed Kai’s body weight down, forcing the centers of their bodies to rub intimately once more. “Move again.”
Kai panted softly, the surprise of the tight squeeze sending a strange, tingling sensation all along his spine. Instead of being afraid, Kai looked at Sehun with a heavy-lidded gaze that became increasingly teasing. A wicked smile played on his wet lips.
“Ah, daddy... forgive me, okay?” Kai whispered, his tone deliberately whining as if he were truly sorry, though the flash in his eyes showed otherwise. “I will move again for you.”
Kai swayed his hips once more. This time, his movements were far more daring and demanding. Guided by the squeeze of Sehun’s hands directing his flow, Kai ground against him with a fast, deep rhythm, intentionally pressing right where Sehun’s erect cock lay. The intimate touch rubbing behind the fabric layers of their pants felt so scalding hot.
Frustrated growls continuously escaped Sehun’s throat. The stiff man had completely lost all control over himself. His head tilted back in surrender as he finally snapped, the heat rolling through him all at once. With one heavy jerk and a long, sensual groan, Sehun finally climaxed—feeling his warm fluid escape and soil the inside of his own expensive dress slacks.
The moment he felt Sehun’s broad frame tense up violently and then slowly relax, Kai stopped his movements. He intended to stand up while flaunting a victorious smile.
But Kai had misjudged his opponent.
Before Kai could even pull his body away, Sehun’s hand moved as fast as lightning to reach the back of Kai’s head. With one sharp tug, Sehun pulled Kai’s head down, completely erasing the distance between them, and instantly locked Kai’s full lips in a demanding kiss.
Kai’s eyes widened, gasping in shock into the sudden embrace. His body froze for a few seconds, never expecting a customer who had just climaxed to strike back in such a bold manner.
However, the shock did not last long. The searing heat from Sehun’s demanding lips seemed to ignite something hidden deep inside Kai’s chest. His defiant spirit flared. Instead of resisting, Kai’s slender fingers gripped the collar of Sehun’s already disheveled white shirt, pulling the man even closer, and began to return the deep kiss with an intensity that was no less demanding.
Their kiss instantly turned into a hot, wet battleground. Sehun tilted his head to deepen the embrace, while Kai parted his lips, letting their tongues entwine and exchange ragged breaths. The raw, passionate contact of their lips felt so intoxicating that, without realizing it, Kai felt his own lower abdomen begin to throb intensely and his own cock was now becoming fully erect behind his pants.
Kai slowly broke their hot embrace, leaving a thin thread of saliva that snapped in the air. His breath was ragged, his face flushed red with lips that appeared swollen and wet from Sehun’s intense devouring. He wiped his own lips with his thumb, staring at Sehun, who was still trying to regulate his racing breath on the sofa.
A charming smile etched onto Kai’s face as he began to stand up, smoothing out his black silk shirt which had become disheveled.
“You are truly incredible, daddy,” Kai whispered, his voice sounding raspy and so alluring. “I must admit that you are my favorite customer tonight. I hope you'll come here again. If you return... I promise I will give you a performance that is much better and far hotter than just a lap dance.”
Sehun looked up, his sharp eyes intently watching every single movement of the dancer who was about to leave. His lust might have been spent, but his attraction to the mysterious man in front of him was only intensifying.
“What is your name?” Sehun asked suddenly, his voice heavy and demanding.
Kai chuckled softly, pausing his steps for a moment to look back at Sehun. “Oh, daddy... you already know my name. My name is Kai.”
Sehun shook his head slightly, his gaze sharpening. “Not your stage name. I mean, what is your real name?”
The private room suddenly fell silent for a few moments. Kai stared at Sehun, weighing his options before he finally stepped closer again. He leaned down, bringing his face close to Sehun’s ear until his soft hair brushed against the office man’s sharp jawline.
“My name is Kim Jongin, daddy,” Kai whispered in a very low, intimate tone, sending a subtle vibration straight to Sehun’s chest. “But, don’t call me by my real name while I’m at work, okay?”
Hearing that name, the corner of Sehun’s lips lifted into a faint smile. “Kim Jongin... So, does that mean I can see you outside of this place?”
Jongin pulled his body back, winking playfully. “Of course.”
“In that case...” Sehun leaned his body forward, staring straight into Jongin’s dark eyes with a demeanor that had returned to being dominant. “Would you go on a date with me when you’re off duty?”
Jongin was momentarily stunned, not expecting that a man as stiff as Sehun could move this fast after surrendering his control just a few minutes ago. A clear laugh escaped Jongin’s lips. “Ah, daddy... you are in quite a rush, aren’t you?”
Without giving a definitive answer, Jongin turned and walked with graceful steps toward the exit of the private room. However, right as his fingers touched the doorknob, Jongin stopped his tracks and looked back, capturing Sehun with his most captivating gaze.
“I already slipped my phone number into your shirt pocket,” Jongin said softly, giving one last glance before he opened the door and disappeared down the dimly lit hallway.
Sehun was stunned. A second later, he instantly lowered his head, looking at the pocket of his white dress shirt which was already a mess. Sure enough, tucked inside was a small, neatly folded piece of paper. With fingers that trembled slightly, Sehun took the paper and opened it.
On that small white paper, a string of numbers was written in neat handwriting:
010-XXXX-XXXX
—Kai
Sehun stared at the writing for a few seconds. Slowly, a wide, cynical yet deeply satisfied smirk etched onto his handsome face. The stress from his work had now evaporated completely, replaced by a burning anticipation for the upcoming weekend.