POKER CHIP | myg sb!au (18+)

[PART 1]

"Fuck babe, you look so good," Dohyun put his hands on your thighs, nose buried in your slicked back hair. His deep inhale made you moan, your ass pushing back into his crotch with just a little help from him.

"Come on— one quick round before we go," you turned in his hold, biting your lip mischievously while you reached for his belt buckle.

He growled, pushing you up against the cold mirror so you felt it all the way down your bare back. With a leg hiked up to his waist, he delved back into the crook of your neck. You worked quickly while he was compliant, drunk on your hypnotic perfume and high on the white lines he cut not long ago.

"Such a filthy little slut. Do you really wanna fuck before you meet my boss?" He asked, grinding his bulge against your lacy panties. With your short dress bunched up to your waist, it was easy access.

"He doesn't have to know, does he? So what if we're a little late?" You asked, pushing your hand past his fly so you could palm him better.

"Mmm," he hummed disapprovingly, kissing you roughly before he pinched your jaw and pulled away; just as you became clearheaded enough to reciprocate.

He spat into your open mouth, closed it, and watched you swallow.

"No time. Fix your appearance, we need to go," he removed himself from you quickly, causing a wave of coldness to wash over your frame, but he was already out of the room by the time you regained your composure.

Turning around, you pulled your gold dress down again, readjusting the deep hanging neckline almost reaching your navel before reaching for the comb on the nightstand.

You worked on calming your breath while you combed your hair carefully back into place. Next, you examined your forlorn expression, sighing before you put the metaphorical mask back on. With the red nail on your ring finger you were able to clean up the edge of your equally red lips.

You were ready again.

As per routine, when you were ready, you silently greeted Dohyun at the door. Allowing him to walk you quietly out of the building and straight into the car his boss had sent for you.

You were well aware of your boyfriend's less than savory career path, he'd told you about it about a month ago on the night you'd met. You were working the pole when he first saw you, after a night in a private room he had convinced you to quit. He could take care of you.

"Don't speak unless spoken to, understand?" Dohyun brought you back to reality, voice dull but demanding.

You just nodded, following him out of the car when it pulled up in front of the opulent casino with a view of the river. The Tres Spades. You walked behind him up to the double doors, opened by the doormen who simultaneously bowed. But Dohyun carried on without so much as a look, so you did too.

When he reached the extravagant, multi-level casino floor he approached a gilded elevator with a security guard posted beside the black velvet rope.

"Kim Dohyun, room one," he said to the stoic man who bowed his head and granted you access.

Still in silence, you boarded the elevator and let it descend you into the underground levels.

B1.

You were greeted by a long carpeted corridor, but otherwise, you couldn't tell you were underground. The warm lighting from the elegant chandeliers, the pearlescent eggshell wallpaper, and the traditional style red carpet marking your path all matched upstairs perfectly. As you walked to the far left, you passed more security guards dressed in all black suits, none of them holding any kind of expression.