Author's Note: I feel like this is a bit longer than some of my other chapters. I just... wrote, and kept writing, and I stopped when it felt right to. Thank you for all the support I'm getting so far on this book too! It means so much to me. <3 Please make sure to check out some of my other works too. #shamelesspromo #sorrybae

Seokjin is shocked at first by the Duchess's words, but then, figuring it's some kind of roleplay, he eyes the woman up and down – he's not into women in the least and 95% of his clients are men because they know just how he can be, but he can't deny her beauty – and steps closer to her with a smile. "Anything you like, my Duchess. I would be glad to be yours for this next hour, since you so generously paid a great deal of money to see me."

"No no, you don't understand, my dear." The Duchess steps further into the room, tucking a wayward lock of her dark hair behind her ear, and her fingers find gentle purchase in his hair so he is forced to look into her eyes. He shivers at the coldness of her fingers and the low tone she speaks with next. "I want you to be exclusively bound to me from this night forward."

Seokjin is really taken aback this time, and his professional duty prevents him from playing the act of flirtatious submissive. "I-I'm sorry, my dear Duchess, but it does not work that way. It's not possible; that's against the ways of how this club works, and-" his sentence is cut off by a sharp slap to his cheek, the sting bringing tears to his eyes. The Duchess looks at him coldly, all pretenses of seduction and flirtation gone.

"Don't you dare speak to me that way. You see, I'm one of the most rich and powerful women in all of Korea. I always get what I want, and there has never been an exception to that. I want you to be exclusively mine." As she's speaking, she slowly backs Seokjin to the bed, and he gasps as the backs of his knees hit the edge. "We can discuss technicalities later, because, after all, I did pay for your time, and excuse me for being so vulgar as I am a lady, but I want you to fuck me. Now."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Namjoon re-emerges into the main area of the club, and Hoseok immediately runs up to him. "Namjoon, what happened? You don't look like someone who just had mind-blowing sex with a handsome dancer." Namjoon's shoulders slump as he sinks heavily back into his seat, barely registering the two men onstage doing a dance number to a slow song, with a lot of body rolling and hip thrusting involved.

"That's because I didn't. We started to, and then I got into my mind that I wanted to sing what I view as one of the most heart-filled love songs I have ever heard, and we had a connection. I don't know how to explain it. We kissed, and I couldn't even begin to describe what I felt when our lips met."

"That would be lust, my friend." Hoseok slings an arm over the man's shoulder, and Yoongi rolls his eyes as he saunters over with a fresh drink in hand.

"Not everything is about sex and lust," he drawls as he slides back into his seat with ease.

"Says the one who just fucked me in one of the VIP rooms!" Hoseok murmurs quietly but loud enough for Namjoon to hear.

"Whoa, too much information!" Namjoon covers his ears with his hands and wrinkles up his nose. Yoongi laughs, and Hoseok's face turns as red as a tomato as he punches Yoongi's shoulder. After a moment, Namjoon lowers his hands. "Now, can I continue what I was saying, or are you two going to continue being vulgar?" The two other men nod and motion for him continue, and he tells the rest of the story. "Anyway, we kissed for a few moments and as soon as we pulled apart, Mr. Bang knocked on the door, telling Seokjin that there was a guest who was willing to pay ten times his hourly rate for him to end his session early and see her. So I had no choice but to leave." He leans his head back and sighs. "I'm ready to go back home now."

"Hyung, I'm pretty sure that was the Duchess. It's better not to mess with her, but we'll figure something out." Hoseok nods reassuringly, and the three men stay to watch the rest of the performances before leaving the club for the night.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Fuck, Jungkook, not so hard!" Jimin moans as he throws his head back. The younger had only been working for The Pi Ttam Nunmul for two months, but there had been an undeniable attraction between him and Jimin. They'd started dating within a week of knowing each other. Their version of dating, though, is doing some kind of sexual activity with each other at every possible moment. Like right now. They've both finished their performances for the night, so they're taking a moment to satisfy their insatiable lust for each other. Currently, Jimin has his cock shoved down Jungkook's throat.

"But I love your cock Jimin. I want more of it." The look in Jungkook's eyes is wild as he speaks, and his mouth is back on Jimin's length before the older can reply. He groans in response as he threads his fingers in the younger's hair.

"I want to fuck your ass though. Now please, stop sucking me before I cum down your pretty throat. I know you, Kookie. I know you want my cum in your ass instead of down your throat." As he speaks, he strokes the younger's cheek, a surprisingly gentle gesture in contrast to the words coming out of his mouth. He moves his hips back and holds Jungkook's head still. "Stand up. Take your pants off." Jungkook quickly obeys, and Jimin smirks as he retrieves a packet of lube from his previously discarded pants pocket. "Prep or no?" His voice lowers considerably as he pulls Jungkook closer and idly lets his hands roam over his torso, purposely brushing over his hardened buds.

Jimin opens the lube packet with his teeth, already expecting what the younger's answer will be, and isn't disappointed when he says "Mmh~ no prep hyung, you know I like it rough and with an edge of pain." He wraps his arms around Jimin's neck to pull him close, and, gently taking the opened packet of lube from the older's hand, he generously lubes up his thick cock, already moaning in anticipation at what it's going to feel like inside of him. Just when he's bent over and Jimin is about to push into him, Jimin's phone rings with a familiar ringtone. Eyes widening, he reaches over to retrieve it from his pants pocket. His hips roll slowly forward until he's fully seated inside Jungkook, eliciting a pleasure-filled groan from the younger. "Hello?" He answers casually.

"Hi, Jimin." Taehyung's low velvety voice comes through the other end. "Where are you? I know your night ended half an hour ago, and normally you're home by now."

"I'm sorry Taehyung-ah, I got a bit preoccupied." With that, he draws his hips back and snaps them hard into Jungkook's, eliciting a loud moan from the younger.

"Ah, I see." A low chuckle. "I'm guessing his ass was too irresistible?" Jimin groans out his reply as he finds that he can't stop moving in and out of Jungkook. "Save some for me. Or maybe we can have our Jungkook-ah in the middle later. That's something we have yet to try. Or maybe you, Jimin-hyung..."

"Fuck!" Jimin moans as he thrusts even harder into Jungkook. "Keep talking like that, Tae, and I'm going to abuse poor Jungkook's ass."

"Does that turn you on, Jimin? Thinking about having my cock in your ass fucking you hard while you thrust mercilessly into Jungkook? The pleasure might just overwhelm you. The mere thought of it might just make you cum inside our dongsaeng right FUCKING now." The last two words come out in short chops, in a tone more commanding than Jimin had ever heard him use.

"Damn you Taehyung!" Jimin growls as he puts his phone on speaker and sets it on the table beside him. "Jungkook, you're about to get fucking destroyed." He snaps his hips into the younger at an inhuman speed, gripping the younger's waist tightly enough that his fingers will leave bruises.

"Fuck! Yes!" Jungkook yells out the same two words over and over in a chant when Jimin finds his prostate, and when he tries to grip his cock, Jimin smacks his hand away.

"No. You're going to cum untouched, but not until I'm finished." Jungkook whines but doesn't touch his cock again and, a few hard thrusts later, he gives one last hard thrust and releases deep inside Jungkook. "You're so fucking tight Kookie," he pants, "so tight for my fucking cock. Do you want me to cum inside you again?" The older speaks between pants.

"Jimin, so greedy." Taehyung's voice cuts in before Jungkook can answer. "You know he wants it. Just listen to him." As if to emphasize his point, Jungkook whines loudly as Jimin continues to abuse his prostate. "Are you ready to cum right now, baby?"

"Y-yes Tae" Jimin gasps "s-so close--" At that instant, Jungkook cries out loudly as cum shoots out from the tip of his cock with a force that brings tears to his eyes, and the clenching of his tight heat around Jimin makes him come undone again, growling and digging his nails into the younger's hips as he thrusts shallowly a few times to ride out his high. He pulls out and falls to his knees, panting heavily, and motions for Jungkook to hand him his phone. "Kim Taehyung, you are in so much trouble," Jimin murmurs.

"I look forward to see how you'll punish me, baby. Clean yourselves up and come home. I'll be waiting."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Thank you for that... Jin, was it? You deserve every single bit of the money I spent on you." The Duchess touches up her makeup, not bothering to look back at Seokjin, who is lying amidst the tangled sheets and staring blankly up at the ceiling. "I'll be back tomorrow. Toodles!" She sings out as she leaves the room and shuts the door with a laugh. The second she's gone, Seokjin rolls over, buries his face in a pillow, and sobs until Junmyeon comes to help clean him up and thus end that night.