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Money Talks (M)

Synopsis: You’re the most sought after dancer in the club, always getting suitors to beg you to come home with them in exchange for empty promises of marriage, riches, and everything your heart desires. You’ve heard every line in the book and we’re unimpressed with each attempt to say the least. Until one night when a new drug lord has eyes only for you and won’t take no for an answer. (Based on the hit Netflix series My Name starring Chang Ryul, Park Heesoon, Han Sohee, and Ahn Bohyun)

Contains: Do Gangjae x (f) reader, stripper!reader, patron!Gangjae, adult language, smut, pole dancing, lap dancing, mentions of drugs and smoking, thigh riding, dry humping, spanking, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, choking, marking, creampie. PURE FILTH.

The pulsating bass of the music in the club could be felt through your six inch heels as you danced flirtatiously around the gold plated pole, smirking and winking at your patrons as they never peeled their eyes away from your breasts that were basically spilling out of your stage garments. All of the men that surrounded the stage were throwing millions of won at your scantily clad body, screaming your name as you gyrated your hips against the pole, relishing in the euphoric feeling you got every single time you performed.

Stripping off your last piece of clothing until you were standing in nothing but nipple pasties in the shape of x’s and your tiny hot pants that crept up your ass to show off all the delicious curves of your asset, you climbed up the pole for your last move to finish out your routine. As you hooked your leg around the smoothed metal, you made sure you were secure before you let go completely, allowing your legs to hold you up as you extended your frame to show off every nook and cranny to your paying gentleman callers.

Cheers erupted for you as you slid down the pole to end your set, bowing graciously to each side of the stage to show your gratitude, as required by your contract with Club Excelsior. You were to treat the club’s members as gods, revering them for their social status and ability to drop millions of won without even batting an eye. It also didn’t help that most of them were drug dealers and most often had exclusive treatment sorted out depending on how much they’ve “invested” in the club.

This exclusive treatment most often included allowing certain members to go home with various girls of the club, given they have verbalized their consent and signed a time-sensitive “pleasure” agreement with the member. Every girl was allowed to say no at any time, or they were allowed to extort as much money as they could from their customers if they were ballsy enough to disagree with the drug dealer paying to take them home. Nearly all the girls were too afraid to adjust their prices when face-to-face with Seoul’s most prolific drug dealers... But not you. You knew exactly how much your time was worth, which is why you NEVER went home with any of them.

Focusing on getting all your money and cashing out to finish your shift, you made sure to smile at all the patrons that were hanging around even though you really hated playing into their fantasies, bending over and scooping up the millions of won that pretty much covered the whole stage. In the midst of you walking toward the front of the stage, you saw a very intriguing looking man with a cigarette hanging loosely in his teeth, watching you intently with eyes that exuded pure lust.

Knowing that you could probably extract some more money from the man who had been making it rain on you all night, you walked over to him slowly, loving the sound of your heels clacking against the stage littered with won. The man watched as your figure appeared in front of him, you dropping down to your knees so you didn’t have to risk breaking your ankles when not needed. He licked his lips insatiably as he got a perfect view of your breasts that only had two flimsy pieces of tape on either side to preserve your modesty, throwing his head back to expose his neck tattoo, “Aish, you're even more delicious up close.”

A smirk painted across your face as you took this time to examine the man and his gorgeous body. He had tattoos littering his body from his neck all the way down to his arms, you noticing a peculiar symbol on his pectoral muscle that seemed to be X’ed out. It looked somewhat like the tattoos you would see on the Dongcheon members that would visit frequently, but you hadn’t seen this guy in their crew before. He seemed to be a lone wolf considering he had no other buddies with him, but he clearly had money to be able to throw all the cash he threw on you tonight. Maybe he could spare a little more?

Continuing to keep the smirk on your face, you began to lean in to your potential cash cow of the night, allowing your lips to grace the shell of his ear after you made sure to push his hair back. The man shuddered from the contact of your lips, the rest of his frame tensing as you turned to lick his soft lobe, giving a small nibble to the skin before whispering in the most sultry tone you could muster, “How bout I show you how delicious I can be with a lap dance, babyboy?”

The man’s frame seemed to relax at the thought, knowing there was a dumb smirk on his face from your offer. You were willing to offer up some kind of special attention for the right price, but you weren’t necessarily going to sleep with him. Just bleed him of his cash a little more. After the quickest moment of contemplation you had ever seen, the man then watched as you backed up to your previous position, standing in front of him as you scooped up the last bit of money before shooting him a quick wink, “Come to viewing room 7 and sit on the couch. Don’t keep me waiting.”

As promised you made your way over to the private viewing rooms that were often used for private lap dances or it could be used for other means if the ladies signed their agreements before entering the room. All of the bodyguards in the club knew you didn’t sleep with any of the patrons so nobody even thought about approaching you with pleasure agreements when you were near the viewing rooms. They all knew better.

Making sure you had enough time to spruce up, you decided to change your current stage outfit for something that was a little more practical. To be completely honest, these viewing rooms are notoriously cold to promote the appearance of nipples showing through so you just wanted to be warmer, opting for a black and red lace teddy that left nothing to the imagination when it came to your plump backside and well endowed chest. To complete the look, you decided to slip on some thigh high stockings with a matching garter belt, turning to apply the last bit of your reddest lipstick as you heard a succession of knocks from the opposite side of the door.

You glanced over at the clock, impressed that your gentleman caller was able to make his way over to you within five minutes. He probably didn’t want to keep you waiting long since he couldn’t fathom giving up the opportunity of a private dance with you. You had a feeling he would’ve been here sooner if he didn’t have to withdraw the extensive amount of cash required to buy one of your exquisite lap dances for the night. No matter, a deal’s a deal.

Smoothing over the last bit of red satin that hugged your toned midriff, you slowly opened the door to reveal the man from earlier, his eyes nearly popping out of his head once he saw your new attire for the evening. You chuckled slightly as you grabbed the man’s wrist, pulling him inside the room, but not before you made eye contact with your favorite bodyguard and gave him a nod to stand watch outside the door just in case this guy tried anything with you. You weren’t stupid when it came to guys like him.

When you closed the door behind you and made sure that you had total privacy with your new customer, you turned around to face the man who was sprawled out comfortably on the black velour couch, taking another drag of his cigarette before his eyes traveled all over your body. You then walked over to him, positioning yourself between his sprawled out legs and leaning down to have your eyes parallel with his as you spoke with a sultry tone, “You can look for free, but I’m not touching you until I get my dues sweetie.”

“About that,” the man mused, flicking ash into the gold ash tray that lay next to him on the black end table. Your eyes seemed to darken as you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned up abruptly, creating distance between you two at the possibility of him not having the funds to cover your astronomical fee. The man watched as you did this, shaking his head with an amused smile, “No, that’s not what I meant, dear. I have the money to cover the dance. But my point is, I have much more than that if you’re willing to do more than just blue ball me.”

You have a rule. You never sleep with any of your customers, no matter the price. Something tells you that this man knew this already, but he still wanted to try with the most popular dancer in the club. He wanted to be the one that got to take you home and bury himself deep inside of you after a long night of working. Even though you have a rule, you were willing to bend the rules slightly depending on how well the dance goes. No chemistry, no sex.

Although you already made the decision to consider it, you wouldn’t let your customer know that as you simply reached your hand out for the money you were due, “Hand over what’s rightfully mine and I will do whatever you pay me for. If you decide to give me more, I’ll make the final decision on whether or not you get to fuck me, got it?”

The second the man nodded while handing over the money, you took it over to the grand table in the center of the room, counting the various bands of won. A dance with you was worth a cool price of 75 million won, but after counting the massive amounts of money in the gold bag that the man handed you, you realized he had DOUBLED your fee to a shocking 150 million won. After you counted the won, you turned over to face the man, him leaning forward in his seat and winking to show he knew just how much he handed over to you. You had to admit it, you were genuinely considering letting this man fuck you for this much money.

Without speaking another word to the man, you began your strut over to him, making sure to trace your hands all over your body to show off your body line in the most desirable way. The man licked his lips as you were now standing in front of him, placing a hand in the middle of his chest and pushing him back forcefully to that he was now leaning back for you to climb in his lap. Satisfied with the way he was sitting, you slipped your way in between his legs again and ran your hands up and down the rough fabric of his jeans, purposely lingering closer to his steadily growing hardon.

“Tell me baby,” You mused, running your hand up his chest and over his shoulders until you were now gripping his denim jacket, sliding the fabric down his shoulders to reveal his entire body to you. Before you continued, you unintentionally ran your hands all over his body, remaining a little longer on his pectoral and trapezius area. Gulping down the rock that formed in your throat from the feeling of his pectoral muscles under your hands, you finally continued, “What’s the name I might be screaming later tonight?”

The man’s eyebrows cocked as he leaned forward, not to kiss you, but to take off his jacket and throw it to the floor below you. He made sure to support you properly by taking his hands and gripping each of your ass cheeks in the palms of his hands, giving a squeeze before he would let one hand go to remove the denim behind him and throw it haphazardly around the room. After seeing you smile slightly from the squeeze, the man finally revealed his identity to you, “Gangjae. And you’d better scream it. I love screamers.”

For some reason, the way that Gangjae said those words to you made your core clench slightly, silently wishing there was something to clench around at the moment. But no matter, you had business to attend to as you allowed Gangjae’s hands to remain clutching your ass, you opting to roll your hips against him to hear him moan out breathily from the contact. His grip began to get tighter as you rolled harder against him, feeling him get much larger underneath you to cause your eyes to open suddenly from the new contact.

Gangjae saw this and decided to lean down until his face was buried between your breasts, his tongue coming out to lick the exposed skin and cause you to become the moaning one. It was as if Gangjae knew your body already and knew how to exploit you in his favor, wanting to make you crumble for him so that he could be the one to conquer the unconquerable. Playing off of your moans, Gangjae decided to remove one hand from your ass much to your dismay, but then it was back just as quick as it was gone as a sound a loud smack could be heard throughout the room. Gangjae wanted to make sure his handprint would stay on your ass at least for the remainder of the night.

Upon knowing that Gangjae had a thing for spanking, you smirked to yourself as you began to wriggle out of Gangjae’s grip, him looking up at you with a confused look. You didn’t say a word as you opted for grabbing Gangjae’s hands and placing them on your hips, quickly turning around so that your ass was now to his face. You could’ve sworn you heard Gangjae squeal as his hand moved to the middle of your back and bent you over, exposing your ass in the most attractive of ways. It wasn’t long before you felt Gangjae’s lips on the juiciest part of your ass, biting down on the flesh before giving a harsh slap to the skin. As you moaned out from the contact, you felt Gangjae grab your hips and slam you down on his denim clad thigh.

At first, you were facing away from Gangjae as you sat pert on his thigh, but he didn’t like not seeing your face so he decided to turn you around instead. Whenever he finally got you to face him, he made sure to look down and saw a small wet patch on his jeans from were your aching slit rested on the fabric. Gangjae commenting on the new stain, “Oh baby, you already made a mess on me? You must really want to ride my thigh. Go on then, I won’t stop you. But just know I might not be able to help myself with you rutting on me like a dog in heat.”

Nodding at Gangjae’s lust-filled warning accompanying his permission for you to ride his thigh, you placed your hands on either side of Gangjae’s shoulders to stabilize yourself as you straddled his thigh, beginning to roll your hips against the fabric. Just as you were getting started though, Gangjae had already intervened as he tsked at you slightly, taking his finger and hooking it inside the soaking fabric of your teddy, pulling it aside so that your bare clit caught on the denim instead of being hindered by the fabric of your teddy.

The second you felt the fabric against your swelling clit, you let out a moan that you didn’t know was hiding in your throat, gripping onto Gangjae’s shoulders a little harder. You threw your head back from the friction, unconsciously pressing down harder on his thigh. In response to you hunkering down on his thigh, Gangjae made a conscious effort to flex his thigh and then move your hips over the raised muscle to get a more pleasurable experience. Gangjae then began to chuckle as he saw your eyes shoot open from the new pleasure, knowing that his chances of fucking you were increasing the longer you used him to pleasure yourself.

Labored breaths fell from your lips as you desperately rolled your hips against Gangjae’s muscular thigh, pressing your engorged clit against the dampened fabric as you tried to chase your high. Although you thought you looked embarrassingly desperate, Gangjae thought you were the sexiest vixen in the world, watching you with dilated pupils as you bit your lip from crying out his name. As much as Gangjae would love to see you lose yourself from just his thigh, he didn’t think it was fair for you to cum without being filled properly.

With your orgasm knocking on your door, Gangjae forcefully pulled you off of his thigh by your hips much to your protest. You were so close, so very close to cumming but Gangjae decided to quite literally rip that experience right out from underneath you. In the middle of your whining and trying to fight Gangjae to let you ride his thigh until you came, Gangjae simply put his finger to your lip to silence you and get your attention simultaneously, “You deserve to be cumming around my cock, not on my jeans.” He had a point.

Nodding at Gangjae’s logic, you decided it would be best for you to stand up and wait for further instructions from him since it was clear that he had taken charge from here on out. Not that you really minded though, it was nice to be able to give up control in the bedroom for once. As you waited for Gangjae, he decided to join you but then immediately instructed you to jump. Reluctantly, you did as you were told and were then briefly caught by Gangjae as he stepped forward to allow your hips to wrap tightly around his waist, turning to place you on the gold bed that was across from the couch.

In the brief time that you were in Gangjae’s arms, you allowed him to attach his lips to your neck and begin to paint your neck with varying shades of red. His hands cupped your ass nicely to not only support you, but to press your core against his now fully-hard length to show you just how much you managed to turn him on. Moaning out from the feeling of Gangjae’s teeth sinking into the juncture of your neck, your hands began to entangle in his hair until your back felt the satin sheets of the unfamiliar bed you had never used the whole time you worked here.

Gangjae laid on top of you, his broad frame caging you underneath him has he was the one to roll his hips into you this time. He knew that since he was at his full length that you would be getting as much friction as possible, smirking against your neck as you keened for him. As you were enjoying the friction from Gangjae’s jeans rolling against you, Gangjae sinfully declared into your ear, “I really need to be inside of you. Now.”

It didn’t take long for you to be stripped from your teddy, but Gangjae made it very clear that he wanted you to keep on the heels and the thigh highs as it was something that really got him going. Gangjae also made sure to be stripped of his necessary clothing as he began to tend to your aching clit. Satisfied with the way you were writhing underneath his touch, Gangjae continued his pace on your clit while slipping two fingers into your dripping hole. He wanted to make sure you were ready to take him completely because he wasn’t sure he would be in control of his actions while fucking you silly.

As the moans spilled out of your mouth shamefully, Gangjae took this opportunity to remove his fingers from your slit in exchange for his throbbing cock. Pushing himself deep inside of you, Gangjae fell forward from the feeling of how snugly you walls hugged his cock, groaning out into your ear from the pleasure. “Oh god,” Gangjae hissed, trying to get his bearings together to he wouldn’t cum from entering you. “You feel so fucking perfect”

Your nails dug deep into Gangjae’s back as he held himself up by pinning your hips into the sheets below you, grunting with each thrust he gave you. Something about Gangjae’s cock was so enthralling and addicting that you were already crying out his name within the first five minutes of him burying himself to the hilt inside of you. You didn’t know if it was because his cock was hitting all the right spots or if it was the addicting way he marked your neck with his love bites, but you were absolutely under Gangjae’s spell and didn’t care how loud you two were being. All you cared about was getting your guts rearranged at the moment.

As Gangjae was pounding into you at the speed of light, he took one of your legs and lifted into the air, licking the skin of the back of your knee all the way to the bottom of your calf. Fuck that was hot you thought to yourself, throwing your head back into the pillow and exposing your neck to Gangjae. Big mistake. In the middle of you relishing in the feeling of Gangjae’s cock practically kissing your cervix from the depth he was able to achieve, you felt Gangjae’s veiny hand wrap around your throat to cut off your airway in a pleasurable way. The feeling of being oxygen deprived allowed your senses to be heightened, bringing you closer and closer to orgasmic relief.

Gangjae began to apply more pressure to either side of your throat, careful not to cut off your main arteries as he had no intention of knocking you out. With more pressure added to your neck, you could feel your orgasm approaching, unconsciously opening your mouth and having your tongue fall out to result in the hottest face Gangjae had ever seen. This made him go into overdrive.

Gangjae reached down to wrap your legs tightly around his waist, making sure his other hand remained on your throat to control your breathing. Once he was sure that your heels were anchored into his lower back, Gangjae delivered new kinds of strokes that had you arching your back off of the mattress. These were a result of him drawing his cock out to his tip, but then slamming his hips back into you until his pubic bone slammed into yours, also applying the necessary friction to your clit without even needing to finger you. This total stranger was arranging your guts so well that you were starting to see stars.

“G-Gangjae,” You breathed out, hiccupping underneath the carnal stranger above you. He had been making you feel so good for the last fifteen minutes that you were surprised you had been able to hang on this long. But it was all going to come to an end pretty soon as you desperately tried to find purchase on Gangjae’s back that was now glistening in sweat from his performance of the night. “G-Gonna cum.”

“Cum baby,” Gangjae commanded huskily as he snapped his hips against you, holding you up slightly with his hands on either side of your hips to make sure his cock was getting the deepest he could in this position. Normally he’s more of a doggy person, but he really wanted to see your face when he choked you. “Cum all over my cock like the good girl you are.”

Not really needing his permission to throw you over the edge, one hand was digging your nails deep into Gangjae’s honeyed skin as your other hand tangled in his dark locks, screaming his name to the ceiling as you clenched hard around his length. Stars came flooding in to your vision as you stared at the marble ceiling above you, partially obscured by Gangjae’s face as he was pounding into you at a backbreaking pace in order to cum with you. You saw his face begin to twist into shapes of pleasure as his grip on your hips had gotten the tightest it had gotten all night. The longer your pussy clenched and throbbed around him, the closer Gangjae got to shooting his load inside of you.

Only able to take about thirty more second of the euphoric feeling of your walls clenching deliciously around his cock, Gangjae’s hips stalled against yours as he spilled his warm seed all over your walls. “Ohhhhh fuuuck,” Gangjae moaned as he threw his head back from the feeling, thrusting his hips into you a couple more times in an attempt to fuck as much of his cum back inside of you to keep cleanup to a minimum. How thoughtful.

You were a completely fucked out mess underneath Gangjae: lips red from the constant biting and making out, neck littered with bite marks and hickies on both sides, face all red and sweaty from the calories that were just burned, and you couldn’t feel anything from the waist down for a solid thirty seconds after you had come back to reality. Gangjae looked completely fine except for the fact that he was red and sweaty, but he looked devilishly handsome with his hair sticking to his forehead and his lips red and swollen from your intoxicating kisses. Both of you had put on your best performances and neither of you had any complaints.

Once you two were able to clean up with the complimentary toiletries your club offers such as wipes, towels, pH balanced soaps, etc., you decided that this was the last performance of the night. Although you were in absolutely no shape to be standing up right now, you had to do what you had to do in order to get out of your uncomfortable teddy since it already served its purpose tonight.

As you were removing your work clothes to put on your relaxing clothes consisting of a loose tank top and some sweats, you turned to glance over at Gangjae who was still sprawled out on the bed and looking up at the ceiling in disbelief that he had just fucked the best dancer in the club. Men would kill to be in his position, and he was able to do it on his first try. To be honest, you were pretty surprised yourself that you fucked Gangjae, but you know what they say.

Money Talks.

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