Friendships Desires and Secrets

Bad Form My Good Sir

By the time the group ordered food and ate, they were already well into their drinks. Amy, for obvious reasons, only sipped a bit of wine and had tea with her food. Alex had driven her and Namjoon to the restaurant and so didn't want to leave the car behind. She had a beer during the meeting, but soda with their meal. The guys and Shelia were all feeling themselves. Hobi and Tae increased in decibels the drunker Shelia got.
Joon had been teasing Alex under the table since the third beer, and now he and Yoongi had switched to whiskey. Jungkook had a beer during the meeting but had also switched to whiskey. He was on his third. He wore a shit-eatting grin as he kissed Amy's neck and whispered slurred promises in her ear. Amy was a little worried, but not so much so that she wanted to leave... until Tae suggested karaoke.
The group took their whole party, food remnants, and all, and moved into the public area of the restaurant. There was a large stage at its center, and no one was sitting at the tables surrounding. It wasn't exactly happy hour. There were a few patrons at the bar and a sprinkling of men having meetings and lunch that glanced their way with some dismay, as the group of friends loudly settled around the stage.
The staff at once fired up the stage lights and loaded a song list into the monitors for them. Tae picked a country ballad called "Coming Home" and showed off his improvements in the English language as he sang the song loudly into the microphone.
Alex noticed that some of the restaurant goers were leaving.
"Let them, Alex. This place wouldn't have all of this if they didn't want people using it." Amy reassured, even though she was also unsure.
Alex still fretted over it until Amy told her that she saw Jungkook and Yoongi both, slipping more money to the staff. Alex had been so focused on moving Namjoon and both of their plates, that she hadn't paid any attention. She finally nodded, satisfied now, and tried to relax. But something kept gnawing at her.
Amy and Alex had set their places together. Joon was to the right of Alex, attempting to shrink against the wall and enjoy his whiskey unnoticed. The waitress had brought another round out, and from the far side of the group, Shelia's voice could be heard rising above the music. Alex thought that Shelia reminded her of Pumpkin from the movie "Memoirs of a Geisha." Who brought the whiskey?
It didn't take long for the remaining people in the restaurant to show signs of irritation. The scowls and frowns shot their way as Shelia got louder, served to make even Amy nervous now. She and Alex both felt like there was disrespect involved. Alex leaned into Namjoons ear, which wasn't easy as he had to stoop to get close enough to hear her. She told him she thought they were all being a little rude. He nodded and yelled back. "This isn't the first time we have had karaoke early. The staff doesn't mind, babe."
"But the people having meetings do Joonah."
He nodded and got up to go over to where Hobi, Shelia, and Tae were sitting. Hobi burst out laughing, slapping the table before Namjoon got over to them. He saw a group of men looking in Hobi's direction and practically snarling in disgust. Jungkook had just come back from the bathroom and intercepted Namjoon just as he got around to Hoseok.
Alex couldn't hear what was said, but she knew that stern and pinched look on Namjoon's face. Tae shook his head, looking innocent and confused at Joon before looking around to locate the men that they were bothering. JK, too, looked in their direction.
Alex looked from the group of men, who didn't look like the restaurants normal business meeting lunch goers, back to her group, who were head to head now. Jin had taken the stage. He swayed slightly and seemed unaffected or unaware of what was going on. He picked out an upbeat Korean melody that Alex and Amy didn't recognize, and as he began belting out the lyrics, two of the men from the other group got up and started towards Namjoon. One of the men made a point to shoot a look of disgust in Alex and Amy's direction before they got across the room.
The waitress had disappeared quickly when the men got up, and Alex wondered briefly if she was hiding or getting someone to help defuse the situation. The man that had looked at Alex and Amy, who was dressed more like yakuza than Alex wanted to admit, was now speaking to Jungkook. Namjoon's face went from concern to livid as the man spoke his peace.
Jungkook's reaction was so fast that Alex almost missed it. Jungkook's fist exploded across the man's face, knocking him out cold. He dropped like rocks in a sack with a heavy thud. Namjoon put his hands up to the other man to try to stop the incoming blow, but the drunk, leather clad man swung on Namjoon. Joon grabbed the offending fist and twisted the guys arm so that he spun to keep from it breaking. Junkook landed a thunderous blow to this guy's face as well and glanced at the remaining men as if to ask if they wanted some too.
The men looked on with fury but decided against having their teeth knocked out and promptly got up to leave. Two men came from the kitchen, and realizing they weren't needed, simply picked up the two men on the floor, and one at a time, tossed them out the front door.
The bigger of the two men, who looked Samoan, clapped Jungkook on the shoulder with his huge paw and grinned at him with approval.
Joon and JK laughed and walked back over to their women.
"What the fuck?" Amy squeaked.
"They were pissing on us for being with you guys." Jungkook looked from Amy to Alex, who suddenly looked green. "Bashing American women. He asked why we were with American whores instead of our own kind."
Amy nodded, but Alex looked up at Namjoon, who had reclaimed his seat. She reached out and took his hand.
Junkook grabbed Amy as Jimin now took the stage. He picked a popular K-Drama song, and as his sweet voice began to tril over the din, JK led Amy to the door. Once out on the street she looked at him confused.
"Are we leaving?"
Jungkook nodded and worried at his lip ring. They got to the blacked out SUV, and he handed Amy the keys. Amy could see the pent-up rage that was storming inside him. They weren't far from his place, and once they had arrived, Jungkook practically drug Amy to the back room. Amy swallowed hard but didn't question him.
At the door, he handed her a key on a chain. "Dis is da key to dis room okay." He said in English. "I want you to ta- take it."
Amy took the key and unlocked the door. He went to a panel and turned on the settings for the lights. He adjusted them until they softly faded from red to purple and back. He then flicked on some sensual music, abiant but not discernable.
He gestured to the pole in the center of the room and pulled up a chair. "I want you to dance for me."
Amy nodded and moved towards the pole, unbuttoning her jeans and kicking off her sneakers.
Amy looked at Jungkook, who returned the look with hungry anticipation. She grasped the pole, tentatively, the cool steel feeling surreal at first.
Jungkook removed his thick white jacket and tossed it on the floor. His shirt followed quickly. He man spread in the chair and watched her.
Amy slowly pulled her tight top off over her head. She skimmed her hands lightly over her bra and down her abdomen. She turned around so that her back was to him, and taking a deep breath, she eased her jeans off, feeling the fabric down every inch of her skin. Her body responded. That pulsing started in her core, and she felt the tingling that always followed.
When she stood and, pivoted to face him, it was obvious that he was already needing her. She half expected him to get up and take over, but he kept himself in the chair and barley in check. She moved over to him and slid her hand up his thigh, grazing the prominent bulge before skimming down the other leg and returning to the pole. She unclipped the bra clasp that held the contraption closed in the front but didn't remove it as she swung her body around the pole, using centrifugal force to complete the revolution. She heard Jungkook's moan as he caught a glimpse of her dusty nipples.
She felt sensual, beautiful, and powerful as she had never felt before. She dipped her fingers into the front of her panties and was not surprised to find her folds were soaked with anticipation. He twitched in his chair and shifted.
She sauntered back over to him, and with a flick and a tug, had set his throbbing staff free from its confines. She turned and ground her buttocks against his lap, just lightly making contact with his sex before walking away.
He was desperate to reach for her but gripped the chair instead. His jaw clenched, and he began to sweat as she removed her damp panties and tossed them in his direction. She undulated against the pole, rocking and grinding in simulation of riding him. She glanced at him again and could see a small bead of pre cum forming on the tip of his bobbing shaft. She danced around a bit more, touching her body and teasing him. This time, when she went to him, she straddled the chair facing him. He made no move to touch her. This was all her.
Her power.
Her control.
Amy grasped his engorged cock and lowered her body onto him. His eyes rolled back as he closed them, and his entire body shuttered as she began to move. She rocked slowly, enjoying the sensation of his veined hardness scrubbing against her. She burned from within, and she picked up the pace. Adjusting slightly for more stimulation caused him to groan. The chair cracked loudly as his grip on it increased.
Jungkook's hips began to writhe of their own volition, and he bit his lip hard. His brows knit together in an effort to stave off the eruption that was swiftly approaching. When she slowed her pace, he cried out brokenly.
"Amy! Ah, princess, please! Fuck!"
She reveled in her power for a moment longer and then rapidly began to stroke him with her walls. She clenched and thrust with all the force her body could muster, pleased with herself as she felt his hot seed spurt deeply inside her.
The choking sounds his cries made only served to turn her on, and she climaxed quickly. He relinquished his hold on the abused chair and, grabbing her torso, began kissing and sucking on her breasts. She stilled her hips, wrapping her hands in his hair as she pulled his face into her chest. He cupped both breasts and serviced each hungrily. His hands then slid around and splayed at her shoulders, almost crushing her to him as inside her core, she felt him stiffen.
He took her legs and rose powerfully, without disengaging himself from within her. He pinned her to the wall and raised her arms above his head. Amy felt the anchored looped straps that dangled and slid her wrists through them. She gripped them and lifted some of her weight. He shifted, throwing her legs over his broad shoulders, essentially folding her like a beautiful origami against the wall.
He thrust. Her back slammed against the wall loudly.
"Did I hurt you?" His face contorted with concern.
"Did I safe word?"
He shook his damp head in reply, hair tossing.
"Then fuck me Jungkook." Amy clenched her core for emphasis.
He growled loudly and didn't take his pleasure again until she had completely soaked the floor beneath them.