"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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The essence of all art is to have pleasure in giving pleasure. ~ Dale Carnegie __________________________
Black leather clung on her flawless body.
Her full round breasts spilling over the harsh fabric barely covering them. The slippery material snaked around her, clinging on her pale skin as if a second one. It hug her chest pushing it up, showing it off to the turned-up audience.
She moved to the rhythm of the music, drawing the world around her in its beat.
She moved exotically to the tune roaring through the speakers, uncaring of her dress riding up her thighs, flashing just enough of her well formed backside, showing more skin each time she moved. That was the goal after all, teasing the audience that growled and whistled, cheering her on. She twirled around the pole bending over and grabbing the stool before sitting down on the hauntingly high heels.
The neon lights fell on all these parts of her body men around the stage desired to touch. And he was one of these men.
Hoseok couldn't tell if she was pretty or not. He was way too focused on the nape of her back as she bent it lower, once more showing off just a tease of her well-formed ass, before she picked it right back up, slowly, sensually, continuing to sway to the music. He licked his lips knowing exactly what he would do to these perky butt cheeks tonight. He didn't care if the neon lights she bathed in ignored her face completely. It wasn't her facial features he was interested in, anyways. Beauty was irrelevant here if you asked him. Her skills in other areas was what interested him more.
"Take it off!" He yelled at the girl as she reached to straighten her little skirt – for lack of better words.
She looked around, searching for the source and smiled when realizing it was him. She obeyed immediately, making a show of sliding it down to reveal her lace undies as men around the stage roared with approval.
Hoseok smirked satisfied and leaned back on the booth one elbow resting on its back, legs spread, tie loosened around his exposed chest as he had let loose some buttons from his white shirt. He was the perfect picture of relaxation.
He watched the girl for a few more minutes, her eyes as focused on him as were his on her, performing only for him. He was satisfied with her compliance, one of the reasons she was his favorite was that she was down for literally anything, always. As long as he was involved, she didn't care what they'd do.
He stood and clapped when she finished dancing, smirking to her as she ate him with her eyes. Raising two fingers, he gestured to her to approach him. It didn't take the woman long to decide not to defy the mafia king, and succumb to his wishes. She stepped down from the stage making her way to him, eyes glued on his handsome face.
"You gotta be kidding me!" his friend complained rolling his eyes.
"Come on, hyung, the meeting is over," Hoseok complained. "What better way to loosen up than spend time with Yoona over here!"
