"I want you."
"Me? You know, I don't usually fuck my guests. I have already gone way past what I normally do for them. And normally it would cost you a pretty penny to have me. But for you..." Frankie paused and looked at this man as he stared into her eyes with an insatiable desire to take her then and there. "Well, let's just say I think I want this as much as you do." Not even bothering to grab her shoes, she took his hand and unlocked the door, leading him up a staircase and along a hallway, practically dragging him along.
Opening the door she pulled him into the room and locked the door behind her. The room, keeping in theme with the rest of the club, was decorated in rich tones and soft lighting. A couch adorned the opposite wall, and a large bed occupied the main portion of the room. A chair of similar design to the one that her guest had been sitting in while she danced for him sat snuggly in the corner of the room. There was a small chest of drawers with various items for the guests use. Turning around she looked over the Adonis she had standing before her.
"Before we begin, I want to know your real name." Shaking her head, she waggled her finger cheekily at him.
"No, I do not share those details with clients."
"Just your first name. If you tell me yours I will tell you mine. And something tells me you won't regret it" She looked at him thoughtfully. What would she risk telling him her first name? It's not like she was giving out her bank account details.
"Okay. My real name is Frankie."
"Frankie? I love it, it has... spark"
"Your turn."
"You may want to sit down." Frankie looked at him cautiously. Who was this man that he thinks she needed to sit down for... her eyes snapped back to his. Those eyes. That voice. That body. How did she not put two and two together?
"Holy shit. Jimin?" She could see the smile in his eyes, knowing that she had finally figured it out. Suddenly she found herself using the wall to hold her body up, she was in shock. Frankie looked back up at the man standing before her and watched as he removed his mask, smiling sweetly at her. She stood up and he watched her.
But in the blink of an eye, the sweet and shy demeanour was gone, replaced with a look of hunger and longing as his eyes washed over her. In a few strides of his long legs he pushed her up against the wall, crashing his lips onto hers, his body pressed firmly against hers, pinning her in place. And in that moment, she needed him to hold her up because her legs had lost all their strength, and her mind had gone blank. In a moment though she remembered who she was and in a flash her whole body was awakened with desire, pushing back into the kiss, relishing the feel of his pillow soft lips upon hers.
Biting his lip she sucked on it, enjoying the smooth taste of his lips and tongue as it roamed about her mouth, wanting to taste every inch of her. His lips left her mouth and left her panting as they travelled down her jaw to her neck as he continued to lick and bite and kiss his way down, his hands slowly trailing down her soft skin, taking the hem of her skirt and effortlessly lifting her dress up and over her head, discarding it on the floor.
She looked him over.
"You, sir, are wearing way too many clothes. Let me help you with that." Slipping her hands inside his jacket she slipped it off his arms, and turned, draping it over the chair that stood in the corner of the room.
She closed her eyes as she felt his hands on her arms, his hips pressed into her ass, his lips caressing the skin on her shoulder. He gently slipped the strap of her bra off her shoulder, before moving his hand to cup her breast, lightly brushing his fingers over her erect nipple, the sensation making her already weak knees weaker.
