You make a deal with your ex-coworker, Kim Namjoon, where you give him pleasure, for money. But the relationship that was meant for pleasure, and pleasure alone, soon turns into much more as you find yourself falling for him...
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The first dress you had tried on fit you like a glove, but you didn't know if it was the right one. It had a slit on the left leg that went up a little too high, exposing the lower hem of your panties.
Of course, Namjoon adored the way it looked on you, sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, with a dumb smirk, dark eyes fluttering down you as he praised how sexy you looked. But you didn't like how much it exposed you, and went to pick out a different one.
The second one was a black and white dress, the torso white, the fabric making an x across your breasts, covering them, but still exposing cleavage and a bit of your belly. The rest of it was black and flowy.
You liked it, and once again, of course Namjoon did, but you weren't sure of it having no straps, plus one of your breasts could easily be exposed by just a small slip of the cotton fabric.
The third one you were sure was the winner.
It was blue, like the first, and looked very similar to the first, but better.
It showed just the right amount of your chest, had arm cuffs that exposed your shoulders, hugged your curves perfectly, and a leg slit that only went up to your mid-thigh. It was perfect.
And checking yourself out in the mirror one last time, you walked out. Namjoon instantly looked up from his phone as he heard the door open, and they almost immediately widened.
"Wow... is that the one? You look fucking amazing," he said, eyes flickering shamelessly over your shape. "You look so pretty."
The praising made you smile and you did a little spin for him, excited about the way you looked. You felt pretty, and looked pretty. Plus, Namjoon liked it. This was definitely the one.
"Yeah, I like it. Do you?" You asked, smile taunting your voice.
"Yeah," he chuckled, amused by your excitement. He got up out of his spot on the couch and walked over to you. He grabbed your shoulders with light hands and turned you to the mirrors that lined the wall in front of you. He then stood behind you, staring forward and admiring you through the mirrors. "Look at yourself."
"You look so fucking pretty."
The soft whisper-like tone of those words sent chills down your spine and a sense of numbness to your legs, your body becoming putty at his will; He could do anything to you if he kept praising you like that...
The arousal caused by his voice must've been obvious, as he let out a chuckle, the sexiest, and bit his lips softly, making sure you were watching through the mirror.
