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A hand slips on top Chanyeol's knees, slowly sliding up against his denim pants. He just lets it there, as the woman seductively massages his thigh like a fucking eel.
Chanyeol is with a woman tonight who has a long blonde hair dressed in too little clothes for her body. Almost all of her skin is shamelessly exposed save for her nipples and cunt. She stares at Chanyeol with her dark smokey eyes, while continuously licking her bloody red lips smudged with thick lipstick.
"I already bought you a drink," the hooker whispers into Chanyeol's ear as she leans in close. "When will you let me drink yours, handsome?"
Chanyeol stifles himself to laugh out loud at her face. Instead he just smirks, and whispers back:
"I'll do you in this fucking bar if you tell me where your owner is."
"My owner? You mean Mr. Kwon?"
Chanyeol feels anger rising up hearing the devil's name.
"Where is he?"
"Why do you wanna know?" the hooker asks, raising her overly fake eyebrows. "He's up there. You have business with him?"
"I should know whom to thank for having a hot bitch like you," Chanyeol replies.
The girl giggles, the tip of her ears turning red. "Oh my god, you're making me super wet! I love it!"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, can you just fuck me now?"
Chanyeol's cold eyes trail down the hoe's tight skimpy skirt. He tries hard not to look away, faking another smile that the woman finds goddamned attractive.
"You're so hot, mister. I want your cock so bad."
"You might regret it."
"Why would I?"
"I'm into sadomasochism where you'll be in pain and humiliation," Chanyeol mutters as he points up, pertaining to the VIP rooms at the second floor.
"Sounds good." The woman crosses her arms. "You want me up there?"
"Yeah," Chanyeol says. "To where there are lots of people watching while I fill your cunt with my come."
The woman laughs, and sits on top of Chanyeol's lap.
"You're fucking strange and kinky, aren't you," She trails her fingertips onto Chanyeol's broad shoulders as she bites his lower lip. "And I fucking love it."
In no time Chanyeol is brought at the upper floor where the music seems to beat louder and heavier. There are quite a number of people lounging around who are obviously rich and are important personalities which Chanyeol doesn't give a single fuck.
His attention is drawn to a man wearing bright red coat sitting on the middle of an expensive leather couch. He is being surrounded by provocative women, laughing and drinking with no care in the world. They are passing a joint around, and that man takes a hit.
Chanyeol feels the gun inside his jacket.
It's still there.
"Hey, what are you looking at big boy?"
Chanyeol tears his gaze away from Mr. Kwon to look at the hoe in front of him. Said woman pulls her close teasingly, trying to grind her body against him. She rocks into the music, rubbing her big breasts against Chanyeol's chest.
