My White Lotus (ZhanYi)

1. The stripper

It is almost the end. Means, he have to go back in a while. The colourful shimmering lights of the famous, expensive Hifi club of that city painted Zhan all over his body. He sat there on a couch wearing his casuals and staring at the high-up dance floor where a top notch stripper of the club just started his dance; the interesting part of the night. It's better than drinking the high quality liquors and feeling the hands that roam around him sensually.

When the jade white dancer started his strip tease, Zhan gently pushed a girl off his lap reminding her it's time for her to leave. She had been sitting there for a while now inorder to get him hard. With a soft touch on his chin, she left him after giving a smile and also her number. Even though she couldn't succeeded in her mission, she hoped that there would be a next time. Zhan didn't disappointed her directly either. He put on a show of putting that paper with numbers written in deep red lipstick into his pocket while staring at her and when she vanished behind the walls with a smiling face, he quickly looked back at the stage. The dancer had already removed his blazer and now was dancing in his red shirt which actually can hold more than two persons like him.

"What a waste!"

Zhan frowned at Jiyang's words who just came to sit near him with a drink in hand.

"What?"

He asked and Jiyang sighed.

"You just wasted my 90 dollars. I'm sure she must be willing to do more but here you just caressed her and let go? Zhan, this is your last night as a single. Why not enjoying a little bit? This way you can at least get some experience and make your wedding night memorable. Don't you think so?"

Jiyang finished with a playful smirk on his lip. The creased forehead of Zhan went normal and he leaned his back onto the couch watching the strip dance leisurely. He replied.

"I don't want it. I'm capable enough of myself. Btw, you could have round it upto 100 dollars. She worked hard."

Jiyang who just took a sip of his Martini burst into laugh spraying a little of the liquid.

"Don't tell me you already fell for your girl even before the marriage."

"Go to hell!"

Zhan shoved Jiyang away, who leaned towards him. He tried to get rid of the liquid remains that spread over his jacket, with tissues.

"Oh, wow!!! Really? You did? I didn't expected it at all! No wonder you were behaving like a love sick puppy ever since we celebrated your bachelor party here a week ago. Just wow! If she managed to make you, the one who refused to marry her in the first place and then forced to agree with the marriage, fall for her, she must be something! I must appreciate her. Gimme your phone, let me call her."

Jiyang tried to took Zhan's phone from his pocket but his hand was mercilessly yanked away by Zhan.

"Jiyang! Behave!"

Jiyang frowned and hiccuped. Then pointed his index finger at Zhan, feeling a bit tipsy.

"You are boring! Utterly boring, fucking saint! Who wants to stay with you anyway. I need one more drink."

He got up and walked away towards a table where their other friends are having their drinks. Zhan looked at him until he joined with them and gazed back at the stripper.

The red shirt is no longer on him but the white vest is. It's already drenched in sweat and was sticking to his strong muscles. The creases and curves of his abs were very visible. Zhan wondered how it would be like to peel that vest off him? How it would be like to hug him afterwards?

As if reading Zhan's thoughts, the dancer hugged himself before swirling like a whirlwind. Zhan's heart skipped a beat. He stared at the dancer, so did the dancer looked at him. Their eyes locked and it was like a lightning striking on his lower belly. Very slowly the vest come above the dancer's head, rubbing onto his sharp jawline and the delicate cheeks which refused to let go of the little chubbiness they have. Zhan gulped hard and his breath hitched. His palms itched for nothing. The dancer touched himself like he has been caressed by someone and with a last move, he ended the performance and threw kisses and winks to the audience, who has been cheering for him by then. Zhan also get one blow kiss but his gaze was on the dancer's deep brown eyes.

"Sexy!"

Jiyang said licking his lips. Zhan whipped his head to the right to glare at Jiyang but he was busy admiring the stripper who just get off the stage. Zhan didn't noticed when Jiyang came again to sit beside him and he didn't liked Jiyang's comment either.

When Jiyang again got up, Zhan frowned. His frown deepened when Jiyang disappeared behind the walls. It was like he didn't bothered about Zhan's existence at all. An uneasiness choked Zhan. He wanted to go to the private booth. Jiyang must be went there. Adjusting his clothes, he got up from where he had been sitting by the past few hours. But then, a man in black entered inside and came near him.

"Sir, it's time to go."

Zhan stopped in his tracks. He turned around to look at his bodyguard.

"Yes. A few more minutes."

He again turned to leave but interrupted by the voice of bodyguard.

"But sir, it's your marriage tomorrow. We have orders to bring you back home by an hour at the latest."

Zhan turned around to face the bodyguard again. His face cold and jaw clenched.

"What if I won't come? Will you kill me and bring my body back?"

But the bodyguard remain stoic. He straightened himself and told:

" Sir, it's your marriage tomorrow. You should come back."

Zhan angrily looked at the bodyguard and so did the bodyguard stared back at him calmly. After a while of their cold war with looks, Zhan's facial muscles softened as if he was pleading.

"Please Li ge."

The bodyguard looked at him the same but he nodded a little, almost unnoticeably and stepped back. Zhan didn't uttered anything and took long steps. The blue Curacao in shot glasses shone on the counter and he quickly took three shorts in one go until it burnt his throat and made his tongue bitter.

The private area is where the VIP costumers get some more fun. They can get a lap dance and if lucky, more than that. Zhan entered into the previously booked booth, only to see Jiyang sitting on a couch with the stripper from earlier on his lap. The stripper was naked on his upper half and Jiyang has his front buttons opened. They were caressing eachother. Zhan could only look at them once and he came out just like he entered inside. That stripper is an 'exclusive offer' of that club and Jiyang might have spend a lot to get hands on him.

For some reason, his chest tightened and involuntarily his legs dragged him to the dark space between the wall of the booth and the washroom. Standing there, he could hear the things from inside. A few bunches of sighs and licking sounds.

"Can I taste your tits?"

Zhan heard Jiyang asking to the other one inside the private booth. The reply was only a short yet deep "mn" and then he heard some erotic soft moans. His heart clenched in unknown feeling and he swiftly got himself out of there, face colder than before. He knew what will happen between them afterwards and it made him feel tipsy.

Zhan came out of the club, entered inside the car and went back.

None of his business. It's his marriage the next day anyway.

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09/08/2023

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