Violent Desires AU

Part 1

Jungkook filled out the online form, detailing exactly what sort of ongoing services he wanted.

1. Ideal type: Doesn't Matter
2. Comfort level: Rough
3. Dominator/Dominated: Dom
4. Special Request objects: Glory Hole
5. Special Request setup: I don't want to know who she is.

Jungkook sighed. This overwhelming need to constantly have sex with women needed to be dealt with, and he didn't know of any other way. At least if they didn't see each other and there was an exchange of money, he wouldn't feel so bad about leaving her everytime he came.

He couldn't help it that they all fell for him so fast. He just needed to fuck. In the "Other Requests" section, Jungkook detailed exactly how he wanted his sessions to play out. He then requested the days and times per week: Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday before his 5pm Literature class would be great. That way he could actually pay attention. He was terrible at Literature.

Jungkook looked over the form once more and then smiled. He clicked "Submit." Not even 15 minutes later, he was sent a confirmation. The Red Room was able to fulfill his request, for his specified time, starting tomorrow. He was thrilled. He just had to make it through the rest of the day with an unhealthy dose of porn.

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You stared at the request, completely floored. This guy had issues. You had seen some pretty crazy requests at the Red Room, and had even honored some wacky ones yourself. You had done glory holes, anal, role play, etc, but repeat customers usually wished to form a relationship with the women they slept with. They didn't wish for the same thing every single time.

It had been a little over a year since you'd been working at the Red Room. It was a safe place for women to get paid for sexual activities and the owners didn't charge rent. It was almost like a co-op. The women and men that worked there each owned a part of the hostel when they signed on. They pooled a certain percentage of their earnings each month to contribute to living expenses. Percentages were based on customer retention quarterly. Repeat customers were better for everyone, so your percentage could be lowered next quarter. It was the perfect setup.

You looked again at the request, still not believing your eyes. No name was sent because he specifically asked to remain anonymous. You couldn't talk to him during the session, instead a button would be provided in place of a safe word. He could do anything he wanted to what he had available to him through the glory hole. He only had 30 minutes. And he was going to be paying you $1000 per week.

The men who were clients at the Red Room were very well vetted and had to meet the Head Consort before submitting a request through the online forum. You had no qualms. You were actually... kind of excited.

The next day you made your way to the Red Room. It was located under an old butcher shop, and for clients to access the club, they had to go through the freezer in the back of the shop. It was always eerie to pass by the hanging animal carcasses and then find yourself amongst naked women below. But men liked letting loose their primal instincts: violence, meat, and sex made things more exciting.

You, however, would be going through the entrance for the consorts. Next door to the butcher shop was a small convenience store owned by an old Taiwanese couple. They occasionally gave the girls free ramen or candy bars when they passed through to the back of the shop, where a spiral staircase led down to a secret entrance in the wall. You nodded hello to Mr. Chen and grabbed a couple matcha Kit Kats as you walked by.

"I'll pay for these later!" you said. But the old man just nodded and waved.

Your combat boots clanked on the metal staircase as you made you way down, mouth full of candy. You pushed the wall panel, which led you into what was essentially a check point, just in case someone found themselves this far that shouldn't have.