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He looks in the mirror and sees someone he doesn’t really like.
No, he isn’t ugly nor plain. He just doesn’t get what people like about him. Is it his face? His lips? They say he is very pretty with plump lips – kissable and fuckable. Or is it his ass? Pert and bouncy – much more fuckable than that of his mouth. He sighs as he continues to put on his make up; making his eyes smoky, his lips glossy and pink.
He goes to the club after making sure that the clothes that he is wearing can accommodate his figure well – skin tight jeans, a crop top that accentuates his figure, and a choker with a flower pendant that hangs in the middle. After all, he wants to make sure that he’d get laid at some point in the night. Though he has enough to get by, a little extra income isn’t bad, especially if he gets a dick down.
00:00 is a club that caters to all genders, as long as they’re legal of age. It’s located downtown, where most of the clubs are owned by different conglomerates. It isn’t in the red-light district, but when you look at it, they are also near some love hotels.
Tonight, it’s jam packed with people jumping up and down to the music that the dj on the stage is playing. It isn’t a familiar sound since Jimin doesn’t really listen to rave music. But it gets the people going; rambunctiously grinding with each other, and laughing, while they gyrate and dance to the music with liquor in their hands.
The smell of sweat, lust and so much more, fill the air.
The club doesn’t really allow courtesans – to term it beautifully – in it, but the likes of Jimin are not thrown out as long as they don’t do anything fishy inside the building. They can always take their fucking somewhere else. Though, Jimin is a bit famous in the club, with all the clients that he gets. They recommend him to their friends and to their friends’ friends, and… well, you get the point.
Jimin remembers the first time he started this little gig of his. He wasn’t really into hooking up at all before he learned the ropes from his newly acquired friend, Hoseok, at that time.
The slow ride, the grinding, the drinks, all of those were very much appreciated once he got the hang of it. Grinding and getting off from people that appreciated him physically were one of the perks; it made him feel better; a little worthy.
Fuck his low self-esteem.
Surprisingly, as he walks towards the dance floor, he can’t seem to find anyone who he thinks can be a potential client. Every person seems to be with someone already. What’s up with June?
He moves slowly, dancing to the beat even as the treble and bass give him phantom palpitations and headache. What he’s proud of, though, is that he is a good dancer. As an assistant choreographer in one of the studios near his apartment, he does know how to fluidly move like a swan in a lake, making ripples on the water gracefully.
Jimin takes time in looking around, glancing here and there. Scouring the vicinity above the sea of people, he finally spots a handsome man sipping a whiskey just by the bar. It’s like the lights are shining down on him for Jimin to find his presence; an oasis in a parching desert. He seems harmful enough, Jimin thinks as he moves against the current to reach the man. From a distance, he looks so innocent, but now that Jimin’s just a few inches away, the sharp feline-like eyes take him by surprise.
The person who thinks is his prey seems to have been watching him longer. Jimin gulps, and exhales slowly through the nose to lessen his nerves that suddenly has caught him off guard. He slides on to one of the stools – a seat apart from the man who’s blatantly checking him out, calmly taking sips from the glass in his hand – then asks for a cocktail from the bartender who seems to be bored out of his mind.
He waits until the bartender hands him his drink. He takes a long swig from it before he finds back his courage, alcohol pulsing in his veins. Jimin gracefully puts his half full glass of cocktail on the bar, turns to the man on his left and the courage that he just recovered is slowly waning. The man is smiling at him, with gums, teeth and all. How can anyone have that beautiful set of teeth?
The man’s hands are bigger than his, he notices, as he glances at the fingers that are playing with the condensation that has formed on the glass of whiskey on the counter. He drinks his alcohol on the rocks, something that’s a bit of a novelty, in Jimin’s opinion. But who is he anyway to judge a person’s taste on drinks?
The other is still smiling at him when he hears the raspy and deep voice coming out from those pouty lips, “I’d ask if you come here often, but I guess you hear that often enough for me to ask.”
Jimin snorts, lacking the finesse that he usually has when he picks customers up. “Wow, that’s a roundabout way of asking the same thing. Isn’t it?”
The man chuckles in amusement. “I guess so. But, wouldn’t it be better than to ask for your name straight off the bat?”
Jimin takes a moment to admire the man before him further. His dark hair is brushed and waxed up making him look like a professional – is he though? Jimin has to ask later. There’s a gold watch on his left wrist, Rolex from the likes of it. God, just thinking about how much the price of the timepiece gets Jimin salivating.
He glances back at the man’s face, and sure enough, the man’s eyes are glittering with mischief. Jimin tries to put on a show, not wanting to give away that even without money, he’s very much attracted to the other.
He leaves his seat and goes to the man as casual as he can, fitting himself in between the man’s spread legs. He reaches for the glass of alcohol from the other’s hand and drinks it in one go without taking his eyes off from the man in front of him.
“Baby,” the man murmurs with that hot voice of his, probably an octave lower than Jimin’s, suddenly gripping his waist with his now free hands, “why’d you drink what’s mine without permission, eh?”
Jimin wants those hands to be touching him somewhere else, where he can moan and succumb to submission. Fuck, he’s feeling so heated. Body trembling in anticipation, he replies boldly, “I can be yours for the night instead. Wouldn’t that be better?”
~*~*~*~
The ride to the farthest love hotel is about twenty minutes away. Jimin has yet to ask for the man’s name, something that he keeps in mind during the entire ride. The twenty-minute ride seems so long for Jimin. The man has kept him about a meter apart from him, something he isn’t used to. It’s like the other is trying to make him wait for him to be touched again.
It’s not as if Jimin hasn’t experienced others who want to be a bit dominating in the slightest, but he is buzzing inside and it’s giving him shivers. He tries to hide his overwhelming feelings by looking out the window, watching the street lights as the vehicle passes them by. The city lights always fascinate him to the core, especially when he’s under them being fucked on the side of an abandoned highway. The voyeur in him is very wild at times, but he can tame it when he needs to. His kink isn’t particularly popular for most of his one night stands anyway.
But the distance is driving Jimin insane. To dissipate this feeling, he tries to focus on the movements outside, from the unending streak of lights to the feeble shimmering stars from faraway. Slowly, unknown to him, his eyes are dropping closed, his breathing evening.
The next thing he knows, he wakes up in an unfamiliar place. It’s totally dark. Though the aroma that’s reaching his nose is very pleasant, like peach and vanilla combined, he starts panicking. He is bare naked, lying spread eagle down – upright – on a bed, he presumes, with his wrists and ankles tied. And the reason why it’s dark is because he is bloody blindfolded!
He tries to free himself from his restraints to no avail. In all his years as an escort, this has never happened to him before. Tears are now forming in his eyes, his breathing is quickening, but he refuses to shout. He has watched enough suspense movies as reference to know that screaming does not do anyone good. In fact, people who are loud are the ones who die immediately.
As he tries to calm himself, he hears footsteps coming closer to where he is bound.
“Finally, you’re awake,” the voice he hears is from the man he has been with earlier. It doesn’t ease his mind, but at least he knows what he looks like if he ever needs to file a report to the police; which he hopes he doesn’t.
There’s another set of footsteps that registers in Jimin’s ears. The owner of those footsteps are shuffling, taking out things from a container, probably. While he is pondering about the man’s partner, it seems, the man speaks again, “Don’t worry about being tied up. It’s just how we do things.”
The voice is nearer to him now, just a foot away. “I want you to speak and tell me what you feel now.”
By now, he hears a bottle cap that is popped, then a cool liquid is being smeared on and into his exposed hole. He moans, ashamedly, out loud at the sensation. He hasn’t been tied once. Ever. Well, today, apparently is the expiration date of that. The slow intrusion of a finger in his hole, wet and slick from lube, is causing him to squirm in his bondage. His cock is slowly hardening as the finger is being pushed further, then out, then in again, in a come-hither motion, just shy of his prostate.
“What do you feel? I need to know, baby.”
Jimin just moans, not really registering the words. It's as if all of his senses are blocked except for the ebbing arousal in his stomach and the wonderful movements of the finger fucking him, oh so slowly.
Then another voice speaks, a bit melodious, but slightly deep, “I think he should be punished for not following orders, hyung.”
There’s silence, then there’s the sound of a button and a zipper, probably a pair of pants being unfastened. There’s a dip in the mattress where he’s bound, and the next thing he knows, his lips are being pried open, forced to accommodate a flaccid cock.
He sputters at the intrusion, “Wha – what the fuck are you doing?” he exclaims.
“Gguk, don’t force him,” the man from the bar addresses his partner. “It’s better if he begs for our cocks, right?” Then, he turns his attention back to Jimin without waiting for an answer, “Right, baby?”
With the cock far from his face, Jimin sighs internally before whining, “Can’t you just untie me? I’ll give you what you want, just not like this.”
The man just hums, then without responding to Jimin, goes back to fucking him with his finger.
TBC~