I need not say much about this but proceed with caution. It's erotic and unedited.

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Look but don't touch.

That was the rule.

That was all the customers allowed and it was damn curse. But a boon at the same time. He at least let the world watch his body, sculpted by the God.

I could feel my heartbeat picking up as he did a body roll, hooking his thumb in his thin black shirt and flashing his abs. His tongue peeked out, running over his plump lips as he did a slow turn on the spot. I couldn't help but lick my lips, wanting a taste for myself.

My breasts felt heavy in the bralette I decided to wear tonight, hoping to catch his attention at least once. But the lace was starting to itch my oversensitive skin. I wanted it off and his plump lips, now stretched into a knowing smirk wrapped around my perk nipple.

But that was just a fantasy. I was only allowed to look at him, stripping off his shirt, his graceful body dancing to the sultry rhythm. He had everyone's attention in the room, men and women alike and I knew, I wasn't the only one that wanted him on top of me.

I felt a slick liquid dripping out of my pussy, painting the matching red thong I wore. But of course, Jimin wouldn't know that as he hooked his thumb in the waistband of his tight black leather pants and pulled it down enough to flash his Calvin Kleins.

He bit his lip, sensually rolling his hips to the beat and looked in front. I didn't think he'd look at me. From my weekly visits for over six months, I knew he did this right before he started peeling off his pants. He'd smirk at the audience, winking as he pulled the zipper down.

I sat in the back of the club, shrouded in darkness and there was no way he would be able to see me. But somehow, today he did. He looked straight at me and winked biting down hard on his lip.

I scoffed seeing the girl sitting in front of me swoon at him. Only if she knew he looked at me. Or maybe, it was just my obsessed mind's wishful thinking.

I continued watching him perform, sweat trickling down his abs, vanishing in his tight black boxers as he continued to gyrate his hips. The song started to reach the crescendo, anticipation building up in the hearts of the audience to know how he'd end his performance.

The ending of his performances were always unique. In fact, he was one of those who never performed the same piece twice, unless requested by a high paying client.

This time, that high paying client was me and I made him perform the first ever piece I ever saw of him.

The loud cheers of the audience pulled me out of my head, making me look at Jimin lying on his back, his knees folded and his calves behind him. His chest rose and fell in quick succession as he caught his breath. I wanted him to breath like that against my throbbing, wet core, giving me the release I needed.

I couldn't take it anymore. I picked up my purse and moved towards the bathrooms. The stripper club had better bathrooms than anywhere I had been, clean and tidy. It might be superficial but it would do as I got off.

It was cheap, I knew. Getting off to some stripper like a teenager discovering porn for the first time but then, Jimin performing was better than any porn video you'd ever see.

I was hasty in my movements as I took my black blazer off, hanging it over the door and freeing my heavy breasts from their confines. My body felt hot to my own touch, sweat trickling down in the valley of my breasts, traveling down to pool in my navel. I felt goosebumps scatter across my body as I rucked up the black skirt, holding the material in my teeth to not let it get in my way just as I move the material covering my pussy to the side.

I had no idea what kind of sound escaped my lips as my fingers make contact with the wet heat, my head falling back on the tilled wall. I circled the bundle of nerves, my clit with firm strokes. I didn't need a buildup to a slow, earth shattering orgasm. I need instant relief, quick and shaking.

Squelching sounds fill the stall as I penetrate myself with my fingers, my pants becoming louder as I move my fingers hard and fast. With the finger of my other hand, I press hard on my clit, gathering the moisture leaking down my thighs and using it as lubricant.

My mind is in a world of its own where time stops and it's just me and the pleasure I feel. I imagine another person, his figure seeming to form out of nowhere. I imagine him thick fingers in my pussy, pumping mercilessly, dragging the soft digits against each nerve. He'd flick his skillful naughty tongue against the swollen pearl, making me yelp with the pleasure. He'd suck on it harshly while digging his fingers deeper inside, pressing them against the magic spot and I'd cum.

I can't control the loud groan that leaves me as my orgasm rocks through my whole body. I continue to move my fingers deep inside myself, prolonging my pleasure as wave after wave hits me, making my body shake.

I don't know when I exactly stop gasping for breath or when I remove my fingers from my pussy and clean myself. By the time I'm done dressing up again, I feel the need throbbing between my legs again, but this time, it's manageable. Maybe I would make it home, miraculously find my husband home and ask him to have sex with me.

But that would be impossible. He's never home. My sad reality.

Sighing, I left the stall and went over to the taps. Just as the water started flowing, another stall door opened and my eyes widened. I looked at the man, his face strangely pink as he moved towards the basin, flipping a tap. He gave me a slight nod before averting his eyes.

"The women's bathroom is much cleaner that the men's," the man explained, his wet black bangs sticking to his forehead. "And it smells good too."

I could only nod and look down, washing my shaking hands. "How much did you hear?" I asked, connecting my eyes with his through the mirror. There was a ghost of a smile on my face, my face glowing from my recent orgasm. I wasn't embarrassed in the least.

"I-I don't know what you are talking about," he tried to be assertive but the stutter in his voice gave it away.

This time, I smiled, my teeth showing. "Your performance was great, you are a great dancer. But then you already know that."

He gulped, drawing my attention to his throat. I wanted to lick it and seeing him up close for the first time in all these months, I felt my self control wavering. I didn't want to be one of those women who forced themselves on men. It was unethical and a violation of their privacy. I was satisfied with only what I was given. I had been that way for a long time now.

"Did you imagine me while you got off?" he asked boldly, surprising me. "Did you imagine me going down on you or fucking you?"

Getting over my surprise, I smirked. "Why? Am I not allowed to?" He turned then, facing me and forcing me to do the same. His steps were slow, deliberate as he stepped closer, his minty breath hitting me, his cologne almost making me moan. God, he was like a drug, a slow, torturous one.

"I've been watching you," he said, bringing me out of my head and making me tilt my head back to look at him. His eyes weren't on mine, they were on the red lace peeking out my jacket.

"You come here every Friday," he continued. "You sit in the back and order a Martini. Occasionally a tequila shot if my performance is delayed. I watch you watch me. I watch you gently caressing your breasts every now and then throughout my performance and it drives me crazy. But I can't do anything. I see the ring on your finger and I can't do anything."

He was breathing hard by now and honestly, I was too. His eyes focused back on mine, filled with lust matching my own. My breath hitches seeing the beast in his eyes, as if I've never had sex before or had a man eye fucking me. I don't move from my place.

"If I were to remove this ring, would you do something?" I ask him, feeling my thighs tighten as he takes another step forward, our chests brushing.

"Yes," he breaths out, prompting me to take off the diamond ring. I hold it infront of his face and put it in my purse.

"What would you do now, Jimin?"

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A/N:

Please don't kill me >•<
I hope you liked this and there won't be a second part for this cuz my brain is fried.

Thank you for reading ❤️❤️