It started as a half-joke while laughing over drinks. He was hot, you were hot, even you got turned on watching your own sex tapes, then why not do shit in front of a camera?
You didn’t even have full-blown sex on cam per se—it was more like teasing galore, which was why you honestly didn’t expect to grow an audience, nor for them to stick around. For one, your faces never showed. You would get naked, but frustratingly so. You would do stuff to each other, but it always ended at the best part. Case in point, Minho would strip you from the waist up, then get in between your legs and slide your underwear to the side to eat your pussy, but his head would deliberately block the view. The only X-rated footage would be you playing with your breasts and giving obscene instructions to your boyfriend while guiding his head, but right before you came, Minho would go ‘Alright guys, I gotta take this to bed. Good night!’ and end the stream out of nowhere. The frosting on the cake was Minho’s perpetual sass battles with the comment section, saying shit like his condition to do the incessantly requested face reveal was 10 million dollars, and for some reason, they were fucking loving it.
You were pretty damn good at this, and when a guy named Christopher reached out to you with an offer you couldn’t refuse, you decided to take it up as a legitimate career.
He owned a strictly private sex club in the red light district called Okay, so not aptly named for the S-class service given inside, and it was a pretty popular tourist attraction all year round, too. You and Minho started doing shows there four nights a week, themed striptease routines where you were openly horny for each other, stripping one another—on some exclusive nights even fully bare, heavily making out for the audience to watch, and people seemed to appreciate the entertainment provided by the hot couple very much judging by the astronomical amount of tips you were making. This shift into full-time professional sex work came with a lot of things but with one epiphany in particular.
Minho had a massive thing for showing off his girl.
The second-hand praise thing was sort of always there since your camming days, but it mutated into a full-on kink with a live audience right in front of you, blatantly thirsting over somebody they could never have. People were drooling over you. They were going crazy when he was stripping you. You would get the raunchy compliments, yet he would get a raging hard on witnessing how much people wanted you. Those post-show quickies in the dressing room were responsible for some of the most intense orgasms you had to date.
Another packed Saturday night. Hypnotic blue and red neon lights. Thumping kicks of some sultry song seeping into the ribcages of everyone watching. A ridiculously handsome man in handcuffs. An infinitely alluring woman in a classily slutty police uniform. Crowd going wild over how he breaks his cuffs in half and rips her shirt off, then licks a long drag starting from her navel and stopping right between her gorgeous tits.
A man was watching all this from afar on a bar stool with out-of-place tranquility, appreciating the performance as if he were at some museum looking at a delicate piece of artwork. When the song ended, there was a roar of applause, but he wasn’t clapping. He wasn’t smiling. His eyes followed you both as you left the stage, and once you disappeared, he got up and headed towards the back of the club.
You and Minho were freshly out of the shower and on your way to the bar to unwind when Chris forced a detour in your route.
“You two. This way,” he beckoned you into his office with a serious face.
You both naturally tensed up since he quite literally never wanted to speak with you in private before.
“Everything okay, boss?” you asked while sitting down in front of his desk.
“Oh, you’re not in trouble,” he quickly erased the worry that flared up in your guts, “We have a VVIP guest here that asks for a private show. I told him I would have to talk to you first.”
“We have VVIPs?” Minho cocked a single brow, “Since when?”
“Since always. You would have known if you worked in the Hall of Fame,” Chris lit up one of his expensive-ass Cubans and took a long drag from it.
The Hall of Fame was a literal hallway that harbored the extravagant pleasure chambers where designated hosts would have sex with paying customers. That platinum-level loyalty of this person was quite telling about how much they were frequenting this place.
“Why the hell is a Hall of Fame VVIP asking for us?” you questioned, “We don’t fuck people.”
“He’s not asking to have sex with you personally,” Chris went on to clarify, “He wants to watch you fuck.”
“He what?” you and Minho uttered in unison and burst into loud cackles.
You’d been to bachelor-slash-bachelorette parties, ladies’ nights, and gentlemen’s clubs all for stripping performances, but in all your time as performers, no one had asked for such a thing.
He. So it was a guy.
“In all seriousness,” Minho’s laughter immediately stopped, “What is this really about? I’m not about to do some shit I don’t want to my girl just because some dude is paying us.”
“It’s not like he wants an anal performance or anything. He’s not asking for choreography at all,” Chris took out an envelope from one of his drawers and extended it to Minho, “This is how much he’s offering if you take him up on his offer.”
When Minho opened the envelope and pulled the rectangular piece of paper inside, your eyes popped out of their sockets seeing the obscene amount of money written on it.
“Nah, this check’s totally gonna bounce.”
“That just cannot be the right amount.”
“But it is. I’ve known this guy for a long time, and if he was some shady cunt, I wouldn’t bring this to you in the first place,” Chris beckoned the person outside the door with two of his fingers and invited her to sit on his lap, “I called a character witness to help you decide before you cost me the biggest commission of my life. It’s one of her regulars.”
The person in question was Felicia a.k.a Lexie, the most popular host in the Hall of Fame and one of your closest friends at Okay.
“Talk, woman,” Minho sank deeper into the couch and crossed his legs, “What’s the deal with this guy?”
“100/10 would recommend. You guys landed a jackpot with this,” she threw her arm around Chris’ neck and continued addressing you, “No disrespect to Min, but he’s like insanely handsome, so it never feels like work with him.”
“What kind of stuff is he into?” you probed, trying to understand the messed-upness level of your potential client.
“He’s very numb to people singing praises to his good looks. Unlike a certain somebody in this room, it doesn’t turn him on at all,” she targeted Minho, “He actually seeks to be verbally humiliated.”
Not a shady cunt maybe, but definitely a freak. This person sounded like an antithesis of Minho, to be brutally honest.
“Then why is the Hall of Fame not enough for him?” you pressed further, “I’m sure you’re showing him more than a good time.”
“Because he finds you both very attractive,” Lexie broke into a devious smile, “and he seems to have figured out Minho’s kryptonite.”
“Which is?”
“He knows you like flaunting her. Your boner is visible all the way from the dressing room, man.”
A roar of laughter erupted in the leather-clad office, and once it somewhat died down, you looked Chris in the eye to get to the bottom of this.
“There is a catch here, isn’t there, boss?”
He took another long drag from his cigar and finally ended the suspense he was dallying over.
“Not exactly a catch, but Lexie will be in the room with him.”
“Ah, I know what he really wants,” a lightbulb went off above Minho’s head and his lips curled into a huge grin, “He wants to have avatar sex, doesn’t he?”
While Chris and Lexie knowingly nodded, you were the only one in the room who didn’t have a clue about what he was referring to.
“What the fuck even is that?”
“Sex by proxy,” he explained turning to you, “He’s gonna fuck Lex while watching us, but he will pretend he’s fucking you.”
You looked at him with a stunned stare turning slowly blank with a subtitle that read You’re fucking with me, right?
“The level of creativity… is clinically insane,” you blurted.
“Can you blame the guy? Fucking goddess in front of him strutting her stuff, I’d lose my damn mind, too,” Minho held your hand and squeezed it, not even upset in the slightest, “What do you say?”
“And you’re okay with me having avatar sex with this man?” you tried your best not to sound sarcastic, but it was next to impossible.
“I mean we kinda do it on stage anyway. Nobody gets to touch you. I’ll do all the work,” he brushed his thumb on the back of your hand affectionately, “If you’re willing to give it a go, I’m game. If not, this conversation is over.”
And just like that, you found yourselves heading towards the lounge area of the Hall of Fame to meet this guy. You had to hand it to Lexie because damn did he look like a literal sex god in the flesh, dripping in Versace from head to toe.
“My name is Hwang Hyunjin. Thank you very much for meeting me,” he kissed your hand first, then addressed Minho, “I really enjoyed your show tonight.”
“The pleasure’s ours,” Minho responded with manners he only possessed when there was something in it for him.
“I’ve never seen chemistry like yours. It’s fucking explosive,” he started his fanboying in earnest, but still with the elegance of a gentleman rather than the excitement of a teenager, “I think your manager informed you about my offer. It would make me very happy if you would indulge me.”
“He did, but I have a question for you,” you eyed him up and down, “You’re willing to pay us this much money to just watch?”
“Yes,” he quickly confirmed, “You can acknowledge my presence or ignore me completely. That’s up to you.”
“What if you don’t like what we like?” you insisted, still looking for a hidden trick in this seemingly too-good-to-be-true deal, “Once the transaction is made, no takebacks.”
“I’m only interested in a natural voyeuristic experience. Whatever turns you on will turn me on,” he flashed a levelheaded smile, completely unexpected from a guy who enjoyed hearing insults during sex, and wrapped his arm around Lexie’s waist, “and this pretty lady is going to keep me company if you’re okay with it.”
All in all, this Hyunjin guy really just wanted to watch live porn and get off to it. You took one look at Minho, and his eyes were screaming Told ya, causing both of you to break into crooked smiles and give approving nods at each other.
“You like him, baby?” he whispered into your ear.
“Yes. Do you?”
“I like everyone my girl likes,” he kissed your shoulder, “Let’s do it.”
“Meet us in the Scarlet Room, then,” you addressed Hyunjin before taking off, “I hope you know how to last, pretty face. My man is not exactly known for his mercy.”
Your pre-game shenanigans seemed to please Hyunjin very much. Lexie escorted him towards the front door of the room whereas you and Minho headed to the stage entrance. It felt like you were about to take the stage for the first time all over again.
“I have an idea to fry this guy’s brain completely,” Minho quietly spoke with a smirk before entering the room.
“What is it?”
“When we’re inside, call me by his name only,” he instructed you firmly, all kinds of mayhem blaring from his eyes, “A little immersive fanservice.”
“You sure?” you asked a little hesitant.
“We roleplay all the time, baby. My name is Hyunjin tonight,” he licked his lips, “Let’s get messy.”
He pulled you close for a wet kiss, but the prospect of what was about to happen was turning him on so much that you almost started undressing each other right outside that door.
The Scarlet Room was indeed a bedroom, but it was designed in a way to accommodate spectators if a patron wished to invite any, and unlike your usual stage, they could enjoy the act from a very intimate distance—it would take them two steps to reach the edge of the bed. No booths, but a strategically placed large, black sectional sofa with ebony trays to hold whatever the audience wanted to ingest to lower their inhibitions.
When you entered the room, you found Hyunjin and Lexie comfortably settled right in front of the bed, several white lines cut on one of the trays with two already snorted.
“So much for wanting us,” you interrupted their heavy makeout session, “We can leave if you want.”
“Just warming up,” Hyunjin quietly chuckled and gestured to the tray, “Please.”
“Don’t mind if we do.”
Meanwhile, he turned to Lexie for her singular instruction of the night, and hearing that got you wetter than you were on stage earlier that night.
“Keep edging me even if I tell you to stop. I don’t wanna finish before they do.”
You and Minho hit two of the lines and sat on the edge of the bed, on the brink of kicking your feet with excitement. The adrenaline of the anticipation was rushing in your veins much faster now. It was a conceited thing to admit maybe, but someone like Hyunjin desiring you, both of you to such an extent was doing something to your ego.
Who wouldn’t be flattered, really?
“Nervous?” Minho brushed your hair behind your ear.
“Not at all,” you licked your lips and brought your face closer to his, “Let’s fuck, Hyunjin.”
You stole one glance from your patron, and seeing the complete blue screen on his face made you both burst into laughter. When Minho grabbed you from your nape and started kissing into your smile, you automatically wrapped your arms around his neck. Your tongue swirling around his elicited those familiar moans out of him, and his large hands slid down your waist to peel off your top. Neither too eager nor too unrushed, just like he would do in the privacy of your own bedroom. As he played with your breasts, you pulled his denim shirt to the sides to undo his snap buttons and exposed the beauty of what you got to sleep with every single night for this duo to admire.
“Say it, baby,” Minho whispered into your neck while placing wet kisses, “Say his name.”
“Hyunjin…” you breathily uttered with your eyes closed, and a foreign moan reached your ears from your right.
Experience of a former cammer. Minho got rid of your pants and kneeled in front of you, fully exposing your glossy cunt to the beautiful spectator. Although he would never do this on camera, he angled himself like a pro—cheek pressed to your thigh to give the perfect view of his tongue on your pussy.
“That’s the sound I like,” he bit into his smile when he heard the lewd squelch his fingers made on your folds, “Say thank you to him for getting you this wet.”
“Thank you, Hyunjin.”
His tonguework was anything but classy, lapping at you as messily as he could to end this guy’s life with the lascivious sounds becoming gradually more audible. When you turned your attention to Hyunjin, you saw him sprawled wide, arms extended to either side on the backrest of the sofa, and a naked-from-the-waist-down Lexie choking on his cock.
“Finger me, Hyunjin,” you demanded with your eyes drilling holes into his.
As Minho slipped two of your favorite digits inside to massage your walls, tongue still latched to your clit, Hyunjin pornographically sucked on his long fingers and slowly inserted them in Lexie’s pussy.
“Faster.”
The brisk movements of Minho’s wrist replicated themselves in Hyunjin’s. His eyes never left yours, not even for one second, and the louder you moaned, the faster he was fucking her.
As if he was fucking you.
You tapped Minho on the shoulder for him to stop because there was no way you were going to cum to this alone when Hyunjin’s biggest turn on that Lexie let slip was echoing in your brain. You got on all fours by the edge of the bed, still facing your audience, and without you having to say anything, Minho took his pants off and climbed right behind you.
“Come closer,” you sternly commanded Hyunjin and pointed to your desired location with your eyes, “You’re going to fuck her mouth over here.”
The duo assumed their positions right in front of you, Lexie sitting on the floor with her back against the bed and Hyunjin on his knees towering over her. Minho’s thick girth sliding into you made your eyes roll back. You allowed yourself to bask in the familiar fullness for some time as if it was only you and Minho in the room. When you snapped your eyes open, you noticed Hyunjin’s rhythm was completely synced with Minho’s ruthless thrusts, and that was the moment you took over the baton from Minho to fry his brain.
“Do you deserve to fuck me?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Are you worth it?”
“N-no, I’m not.”
“You can’t even make me cum, can you?”
“No, I can’t!” Hyunjin squeezed his eyes close, very clearly on the brink of losing his mind for good.
“Exactly. You’re pathetic,” you laughed derisively, “Open wide. Stick your tongue out.”
When you spat into Hyunjin’s mouth, you heard Minho’s trademark ‘I can’t get any more turned on than this’ hiss behind you and felt his hands groping your ass as if to say Gold star, baby.
“Now watch and learn how a man is supposed to fuck,” you taunted, then turned around to face Minho, “Show him.”
His thrusts went completely berserk inside you, making your brain go fuzzy, and you barely remembered to rub yourself to your orgasm. You were almost there; you just needed one last push to completely break free.
“Do it, baby,” he spoke into your ear when you started clenching hard, “Finish him.”
And that was it. You convulsed so frantically under Minho with such loud moans that he had to hold your hips in a firm grip to stay inside. Watching Hyunjin cum hard to his girl spelled his own demise, and he finally let go, unloading inside you until the last drop was out and kinda wishing he had a plug with him to seal you close. You and Minho kissed each other until you came down, then removed yourselves from the room to give Hyunjin some alone time to gather his wits.
You emerged from your dressing room after the second shower of the night just to find him waiting for you outside, much less disheveled than how you left him.
“It was an unforgettable night,” he softly spoke with genuine satisfaction in his eyes, “Thank you both very much.”
“The pleasure’s ours,” you responded this time with manners that were a natural part of your personality.
Hyunjin handed you another envelope which was different than the one in Chris’ office. Larger, heavier, dark red in color. It looked like an invitation.
“I host an exclusive party once a month. Do stop by if you ever feel like it. No strings attached,” he calmly smiled at you then turned on his heels to leave, “It would be my absolute honor to host you.”
The beautiful stranger made his way towards the exit with both his hands inside the pockets of his Versace suit. You could feel all the letters embossed on the thick paper under your fingertips, but the name of the party didn’t exactly divulge what was being celebrated.
MARTYMACHLIA Vol. 12
Exxxtraoddinary? Appreciate with a pudding.
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