"What is it?" Frankie looked around at the group, confused. She watched as one of the men leaned over and whispered something to Mikaela before leaning back and smirking as she nodded.
"Well, Moxie, one of these boys just won a private lap dance from you."
"Oh? Won? Well, come on then" she held her hand out to the man who had whispered into Mikaela's ear and waited for him to take it.
"Not that one." Frankie looked confused
"Well then, which one is it?" She looked at the men, wide eyed, as one by one they all pointed towards the shy, blonde man sitting at the end of the couch. Frankie's heart began to beat a little faster, there was something intriguing about this man and she was longing to find out what it was.
Walking over to him she held out her hand. He looked at it, a little unsure.
"Take it, I don't bite... hard."
The hoots and hollers of the brothers as she led him away were loud and enthusiastic, causing her guest to blush a light shade of pink.
Arriving in the room, she took him to the lone chair and sat him down. Locking the door, she turned around and looked her guest over. He was still wearing his mask and she had no idea what his name was, but his eyes held her captive. He leant back into the chair and looked her over from head to toe. Something about his demeanour had changed since he had sat down. A quiet confidence and power that challenged her. Keeping eye contact with him, she snapped her fingers, causing the music to start.
"So, what can I call you?" She asked kicking off her heels and sauntering up to him, placing her hand on his shoulder and swivelling her hips as she dropped down to a crouch, dragging her hand down his chest. He paused for a moment.
"You can call me... Jay."
"Well, Jay, I want to make sure you have the best time tonight. There is only one rule. No touching. You keep your hands to yourself unless I say otherwise. Other than that, the night is yours. Is there anything in particular you desire?" Han had always been protective of his girls, and although he did offer private rooms for his guests at exorbitant fees, but it was entirely up to the girls if they wanted to engage their clients sexually or keep it strictly professional. The girls were entirely in charge.
She pushed her hands between his knees before pushing his legs apart and running her hands up his thighs. He sucked in a breath as he tried to control his breathing as her hands moved higher up his legs.
"Relax baby, I am here to take care of you." standing up she placed her foot on the chair at his crotch and stroked her toe over his member as she danced, watching him twitch. She could see he was still tense and trying to control himself. Pushing up on her leg that was on the chair she kicked her other leg up and swung it over his head, bringing it down on the other side and straddling his thigh, her back to him. She moved her hips in circles over his thigh, moving backwards until her ass was rubbing ever so slightly on his crotch. She felt him slightly harder than before and smiled to herself as she gently brushed against him whilst leaning her head back on his shoulder, her hands squeezing the tops of his thigh to hold her up.
"What can I do for you baby? Tell me what you want." She breathily let out next to his ear before taking the lobe in her mouth. She normally never got this close to her guests but she was feeling especially mischievous tonight.
"I want you to tell me all about your bias. I saw your eyes lit up when you talked about him. I want you to tell me about him." Frankie paused. Did he really want her to talk about Jimin while she danced for him? This was a very different request but she decided to oblige him, after all, it was a subject she lived for, and one she could get really turned on talking about.
"You want me to talk to you about Jimin? You want me to tell you what I love about him? How I touch myself when I think of him? How he turns me on and keeps me in a constant state of horny? What I think about when I am masturbating every day?" She turned around and straddled his spread legs, her arms around his neck. She could see he was rock hard now. She rolled her body, pressing against him and rubbing her crotch on his.
"Yes, yes I want that." His breathing was heavy and shaky. She could see this was really turning him on.
"Jimin is my everything, he is the reason I get out of bed every morning, the reason I live, and he is what I think about when I am on stage. The moves I make, I make them for him. Every twitch of my muscles, every pointed toe, every body roll, I do for him." She ran her hands over his chest and down his abs as she danced, the firmness of his muscles not escaping her notice. This man was so damn fine and she was into it.
"Fuck yes, mmm tell me more. What about him turns you on?"
"Everything he does turns me on. Him existing turns me on. The way he moves on stage, no one moves like he does, his hips, abs, and incredible skill in dance is enough on its own. His body is the perfect build for me, he is my ideal body type. I am obsessed with his booty, that ass and those thighs are deserving of their own fandom. I never want to see that man in loose pants, he needs to be in tight pants every single fucking day. His eyes, they draw you in, they are hypnotic and when he makes eye contact you cannot look away. You have eyes just like his." she said, staring into his eyes.
"Jimin's lips are perfection, I often dream about how they would feel making their way over my body." Frankie closed her eyes, running her hands over her own body, her own excitement growing.
"And that tongue, I know what he could do with that tongue, and I want him to use it to pleasure me in every way possible." She could see her words were working him into a frenzy. She continued to grind on him, running her hands and hips over his body, even venturing to place her lips on his neck as she danced, sucking and nibbling at his skin. Looking down she could see his hands gripping the chair tightly, using all his strength to not touch her. She loved that he respected her enough to abide by her rules.
"And what do you think about when you touch yourself?" His voice was strained with the effort of controlling his body and his hands.
"So many things baby, so many things. I love to hear his voice when I touch myself, the way he sounds when he talks and sings sends me feral, I cant help myself but to slide my hands inside my pants to relieve the throbbing between my legs." With that she moved her hand on top of her now wet pants, and began to rub gently as he watched her, his eyes wide with desire.
"I think about how he moves, watching his hips move while he dances, about how his body rolls and twitches, and how pretty his cock must be."
"You think he would have a pretty cock baby?"
"There is no way a man that beautiful doesn't have a perfect cock. He is the most beautiful creature to ever walk this planet, past present and future, there is no way that cock isn't as stunning as the rest of him." She moved her hand inside her underwear, rubbing and playing with her wetness, causing her breathing to pick up.
She opened her eyes and looked at him, his head was thrown back and his breathing deep and fast, he was using every ounce of his strength to stay in control.
"But baby, you know when he really consumed every part of my soul?"
"Tell me baby, when was the moment he owned your soul?"
"During his filter performance. The voice, the red suit, that move." She moved her fingers in and out of her wet pussy, whimpering at the sensation.
"Oh fuck" he breathed out. She pulled her hand out of her pants and leaned forward, her face close to his chest as she climbed up his body, placing her hands under his shirt on his tight abs, she brought her mouth to his ear, and taking his lobe in her mouth she asked "What do you want baby?"
