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The sun had not yet risen itself. The streets were dark, the air stood still with the soft touch of blurry mist. Among the big trees and moving cars and sounds of birds chirping here and there, was walking a woman, a woman who was followed only by her own shadow; darkening and heavy. A woman whose eyes were swarthy, tired, along with an unclear glittering. Her muscles ached, her body screamed with want of meeting her bed, soft pillow and heavy, warm cover.
After a long night of dancing, turning and veering around a single pole, after hours of having to watch people's needy faces and hearing their cheers, after a such tiring period of yet another lap dances for men she didn't even know, Bora only wished to go to her daughter and pull her in for an embrace, to feel Gahyeon's little arms around her and to let herself be lost in them even just for a few seconds.
And that is what she was going to do the minute she opened the door and stepped inside her home.
"Guys? Gahyeon? Yoohyeon?" She screamed out for the girls to hear but soon regretted that decision because of the sudden pain she felt piercing in her head. Bora winced, softly closing the door behind her as she put down the handbag on the table.
"Yeah, Bora! We're in your room!" She heard Yoohyeon, her roommate, yell as she made her way towards the voice.
Now, Kim Yoohyeon, their roommate. She was a 19 years old college student, tall, blonde, goofy and clumsy. Bora could see how her daughter had a bond with her and she loved to see that, because she knew Gahyeon would be a little bit lonely without Yoohyeon sometimes. And not only Gahyeon but Bora would be, too. Even though Yoohyeon has loads of studies every day and doesn't seem to have too much time to spare, she still adored communication and sometimes, deep down, that was all Bora needed.
She soon found both of them sitting on the bed, Yoohyeon helping the kid with fastening her shirt, but she was not even finished when Gahyeon saw her mother and jerked out of the bed, sprinting towards her.
"Oh, hi baby." Bora chuckled as she came upon with her daughter fleeing into her arms. The brunette woman embraced the kid, closing her eyes and beaming when Gahyeon tugged back.
She had short raven hair that was wavy with a cute pink clips on it. Both ends of her mouth was naturally curled up, conveying a smiley expression. Gahyeon had honey-coloured eyes that twinkled under the light as she was glancing up at her mother with a slight grin.
Bora reciprocated the smile as she now took her exhausted, but already happier eyes to her roommate "Hi, Yooh. Did you guys already eat?"
The blonde girl stood up from the bed with a smile, greeting her roommate. "Yup, we ate toast with jam. But I had a trouble feeding your daughter, there. She didn't want to eat anything but chocolate." Yoohyeon spoke with a playful frown.
"Oh, come on! You were not supposed to say that!! Dummie" Gahyeon pouted at Yoohyeon, avoiding her mom's eyes.
Bora took her gaze towards her daughter playfully "Oh, did you now? " She tickled her and hearing her small giggles, she beamed and put her daughter down on the floor. "Alright, come on, or we will be late for school and it's your first day! let's make you lunch for school. Let me wash my hands, first."
"Oh, don't worry, I already made her a sandwich. Here, put this lunchbox in your bag and don't forget to eat it, okay?" Yoohyeon handed the little girl her lunchbox and a water bottle before helping her wear her coat.
"Okay, but I'm still mad at you for telling mom about chocolate!" Gahyeon tried to protest with her arms crossing in front of her chest, but the big warm coat interrupted her in doing just that.
Yoohyeon laughed, tapping the kid's head. "Well, well, you can't do your protesting pose now in that coat, can you?"
"Hey! Stop laughing at me!!"
Bora smiled at the scene, feeling her heart swell while observing them.
"Okay, enough bickering, kids. We gotta go." She interrupted the little fight between the two of them as she walked out of the room to wear back her jacket. "Also, Yoohyeon, you have a test today, right?"
"Well, tomorrow, in Creative Writing. Don't worry, though, your tip helped me with the essay so I'm sure I'll do fine." Yoohyeon answered with a proud smile, her head held up in the air while she walked out of the room with Gahyeon following her.
"You'll do great, Yooh. I'm sure." Bora reassured the younger girl with a comfortable smile as she held Gahyeon's hand and walked towards the door.
"Wait, did you eat, mommy?" Gahyeon turned around when Bora was about to bring her out of the house, stopping her from opening the door;
"Uuuh..." Her mother inhaled the air throughout her teeth, thinking about the question. "I didn't, but I will when I'll drop you off at school!"
The kid shook her head. "I know you are going to sleep as soon as you come home, so you won't have time!" She shrieked. "So it's better if you eat now, mom."
Bora furrowed her eyebrows, looking at Yoohyeon for help but the latter just shook her head.
"The kiddo is kinda right, you gotta eat something;"
Bora sighed in the end, defeated, shaking her head and running to the counter, quickly taking a few huge bites of a sandwich before running back to her, holding her hand and walking out, waving bye to the blonde girl. "This will be enough." She mumbled with her mouth full with bread, making Gahyeon chuckle.
Arriving at Gahyeon's school, it was obvious how both of the mother-daughter duo was nervous. Gahyeon was scared. She didn't know if the new kids or the teacher would like her and vice-versa. Meanwhile, Bora was sensing how Gahyeon was growing up so fast. So quick that she couldn't hold onto her, like her hands were suddenly slippery and she couldn't grab her own daughter. Of course she was happy her daughter was developing so rapidly, but it was also very scary. And she somehow hoped for something to happen to that school so she wouldn't have to leave her daughter there.
Standing in front of the colourful classroom while clasping Gahyeon's palm, Bora acknowledged she arrived way earlier than she would wish for. She wouldn't be surprised if even the teacher wasn't there, yet.
Though that thought vanished from her mind the minute she glanced into the opened door and saw the tall woman with black straight hair, wearing just as colourful dress as this classroom was.
She looked down at her daughter who gave her a scared look. Bora smiled at her in an instant, trying to calm Gahyeon's nerves. Though her own nervous system was currently having a crisis.
Bora took a few rather modest steps and softly knocked on the already-opened door. The woman rapidly looked up from the name tags that were laying on her table and as soon as she saw Bora and Gahyeon, she threw them a big, welcoming grin.
"Oh, good morning!" She cheered as she straightened her back and walked towards them, holding out her hand for both parent and then the child. "I'm Miss Kim,"
Bora was taken aback by this sudden burst of energy and positivity. Well, she knew elementary school teachers were cheerful but she wasn't waiting for one to be this extreme. She took a glance at the woman. Her features were all in contrast. Slender face with a firm jawline. Sharp tufts of hair that looked soft as silk.
"Good morning, I'm Bora, and this is Kim Gahyeon." She looked down at the mentioned girl who was practically hiding behind her mother. Bora chuckled "Gahyeon, say hi to your teacher."
The kid slowly peeked from behind Bora, staring at the taller teacher and after seeing her nod and smiling at her, she quietly spoke "Hello, Miss Kim."
The teacher grinned and crouched in front of the child, "Hi, Gahyeon. There's no need to be scared, I just want to show you around the classroom. Would you and your mommy like a little tour?" She then looked up at Bora as both, mother and daughter, nodded their heads.
Miss Kim stood up again and welcomed them inside. "You actually almost beat me at arriving here." She chuckled.
"Yes, I didn't want to be late for her first day but it appeared I was in reality way too early,"
"No worries, we now will have even more time to help Gahyeon get familiar with me and the classroom! How do you like it so far?"
Gahyeon looked around, seeing all sorts of pretty drawings around the walls. "I like it, everything's so colourful!"
The teacher laughed and took the kid's hand, explaining her way around and showing Gahyeon some stuff.
Looking more and more at the woman, Bora thought how this classroom actually said a lot about the teacher. It's like they were one. They both had the same vibe: calm, sweet, comforting, and colourful.
And knowing her daughter, plus seeing how happy she already was while Minji was talking about sunflowers that were painted on the walls, Bora was already a lot more relieved.
Gahyeon would like it here.
"Miss Bora, If you have any questions with me, please, feel free to ask." The teacher told Bora, giving her another sweet smile.
"Of course, thank you. And please, call me just Bora."
"Alright, Bora." She spoke but was soon interrupted by other people arriving in front of the door. She looked back at the brunette and nodded her head. "Then, feel free to call me Minji. I got to go, now, duty calls. It was nice meeting you." She beamed and walked towards the other kids and parents.
"Nice to meet you, too," Bora exhaled, sighing out a breath she did not know she was holding.
Maybe she was way too nervous about Gahyeon going to school, after all.
"Mom, I already like it here. I thought my teacher would be strict, too, but I'm not scared anymore. Miss Kim is so nice!"
Bora peaked down at her daughter and nodded her head, "Yeah, kiddo, she is nice, indeed."
"Good morning, kids! Take a seat with your name tags, please." Minji announced in a sweet voice, inviting the kids inside and helping them find their seats. She knew how letting the kids choose their own tables would make them anxious, so she already had the name tags on each one of them.
"Alright, let's start with introductions now. I am Miss Minji; I am going to be your teacher for the next few years, so I hope everyone will feel comfortable around me. You all, please tell me about yourself, too."
Minji told the boy sitting in front of the very left desk. He stood up unsurely, looking at his teacher with terrified eyes before seeing her smiling sweetly at him. He smiled back, saying his name quietly and sitting back down.
"No, Minho, It's nice to know your name but you should also tell us something about yourself! Let's all say one hobby of ours after our name so we can know at least little about each other!
Minho furrowed his brows, looking at Minji with awaiting eyes. "Then what is your hobby, Miss?"
Minji grinned at him as she stood up and stood right in front of her desk, now capturing everyone's faces and clapping her hands together. "Okay, this is what we are going to do. I am gonna say my name and my hobby, just to show you all how to do it by yourself after, does that sound okay?" After hearing the kids say yes altogether, she gave out a nod, standing firmly and starting her introduction "My full name is Kim Minji, but you guys should call me Miss Minji or Miss Kim. I like teaching and my hobby is drawing. Now you do it, Minho!
And it continued like that, Minji already having a bit of knowledge about their personalities only from the way they introduced themselves.
After the introductions, Minji played a few games and introduced rules to the kids, then she showed them some places in the school like the library, bathroom, and cafeteria; She was enjoying looking at their excited faces. They looked like little ducks holding each other's hands and following Minji everywhere like that.
After the school hours were over, parents came one by one, asking her some questions before taking their children home.
Though only one kid stayed in her seat, drawing something on the paper calmly and murmuring a song quietly.
Minji glanced at her, not wanting to make her nervous about the fact that her parent was late, so she just walked toward her, crouching down next to her desk and before looking at the paper, she inquired "Can I take a look?"
Gahyeon stopped drawing, looking at her teacher and slowly nodding her head, sliding the paper toward her so she could see.
"This is Mom. Next to her is me, and that's my Bunny." Explained Gahyeon her drawing as she pointed at the teddy bear she was holding in the picture.
"Bunny?" Minji exclaimed with a subtle shocked expression, before chuckling and turning her gaze to the girl "You named a teddy bear Bunny?"
Gahyeon furrowed her brows, thinking deeply about the inquiry before tilting her head in an endearing manner "Is that weird?"
"No! Of course, not." Minji quickly shook her head. "I just want to know what was the reason behind it."
"Hmm..." Gahyeon put her finger on her chin, acting out a thinking expression as her teacher watched her with a soft smile. "I think he can be a bunny if he wants to, so that is why I named him that."
It would be a lie if one said that Minji wasn't surprised, or more like amazed about the answer, so she looked at Gahyeon with an interested twitch of her smile and asked even deeply about it. "And why do you think he wants to be a bunny?"
"He's a bear, so everyone naturally expects him to be big and scary. But in reality, he is really friendly! He's with me when I'm feeling lonely, he has a bunny personality! So, if he wants to be a bunny, then he already is for me!!" Gahyeon exclaimed, before turning her body to the back side of her chair and taking the teddy bear out of her bag. "See? He's with me now, too." She showed her teacher her stuffed toy with a big grin on her face.
Minji felt as if her heart was about to burst, the inner side of her eyebrows tilting their way to her forehead before she gave the kid a nod "Bunny seems to be even cuter in real life! Does he love hugs?? Because I totally do."
"Yes! He loves hugs, but not as much as I do!" Gahyeon blurted, being full of excitement and handed the stuffed toy to her teacher.
Minji smiled before hugging the Teddy bear, until she widened her eyes and looked at Gahyeon with a surprised look. "He really is the best with hugs!"
Gahyeon laughed with a clap of her hands "See?? I told you! Now Bunny likes Miss Kim, too."
The teacher nodded her head and touched Gahyeon's head, patting it softly as the kid continued drawing.
"Is mommy being too late?" She asked after a few minutes of silence.
Minji lifted her eyebrows, glancing at the kid with a worried look. "No, don't worry about it, she will come soon. Don't be scared, okay??"
The kid shook her head "I'm not scared, miss." She said and turned her body toward her teacher so she was facing her. "I don't want Miss Minji to think about Mommy in the wrong way; She's always way too early for stuff like this, I guess something inconvenient happened for her to be late."
The black-haired woman watched the small kid with a speechless expression, not fully understanding how a six-year-old first-grader could understand things this way.
She opened her mouth, trying to find the proper answer before the class door opened and the sound of the sharp steps took both of their attention.
Bora was breathing a bit heavily, Minji noticing that she might have been in rush. The teacher straightened her posture, feeling a bit torn in her thighs since she was crouched down next to Gahyeon's desk for a bit long.
"Hello, Minji. I'm so sorry for being late." The short woman had her brunette long hair a bit messy, maybe because she was running, thought the teacher.
"Mommy!" Gahyeon ran to the woman, who--with a big but exhausted smile on her face--lifted her up and hugged her. Minji has noticed how Gahyeon was smaller than the other kids her age, so it wasn't too hard for her mom to take her up in her arms.
The black-haired teacher walked close to the scene, now being able to see the woman's appearance more clearly; She was young, her makeup on the dark side. Her eyes were honey-coloured and her skin was pale, though her cheeks had a little bit of pink tinted on it softly.
"You made miss Kim wait!" The kid pouted and playfully hit her mom's shoulder.
The woman's eyes left her kid and held their gaze toward the teacher, breaking into a shameful smile "I am really sorry. It's the first day, yet I already made you stay longer than necessary. It's just that the bus was really late and I had to walk a bit after taking the subway."
Her voice was velvety and soft, with a tone of apology. Minji quickly shook her head, stepping closer to her.
"Do not worry about it, It's just 10 minutes. Plus, me and Gahyeon had a really interesting talk about Bunny." Minji finished the sentence with a playful glance toward Gahyeon, who gave her a shy but happy smile.
"Oh, so you already met Bunny," The woman chuckled, looking at the stuffed toy in her daughter's grip.
"Yes, and he already likes me!" Minji cloaked in a grin, taking a look at the other woman's features as she laughed.
Gahyeon took her bag and walked back to her mom so she could help her wear her jacket. After Bora finished clothing her daughter, holding her hand and getting ready to leave, she faced the teacher one last time "I am still so sorry for being unpunctual, that won't happen ever again."
The teacher shook her head and with reassurance in her voice, told Bora that she didn't have to worry about it.
And they soon part their ways after bidding goodbyes to each other, Bora bringing Gahyeon with her, and Minji getting ready to leave.
The first day seemed to go pretty smoothly. And the teacher already adored her new kids.
After doing some paperwork and saying goodbye to her colleagues at school, she had time to go home, eat, bathe and change before Siyeon went over.
The blonde woman begged her to go to this one bar, or a club; But it wasn't like Minji really cared which one it was. She did not like bustling and loud places that much, different from her best friend, but Siyeon could never take a no, so Minji found herself entering a strip-bar faltered in smoke and loud bass sounds later that night.
It was a very snazzy club. Minji had been worried when she had first walked in, and been blanketed by a fog of cigar smoke, the brilliance of the lights a bit harsh for her eyes. But the VIP seats Siyeon had bought were clean, well-decorated, and comfortable. The scent and tension in the club were stifling. Sweat mixed with alcohol created the perfect chemical, leaving people's blood pumping with adrenaline.
They sat on the higher benches, far enough from the group of men who seemed to be chatting excitedly about something – that Minji didn't pay attention to. Siyeon ordered a flamboyantly named drink, while Minji settled for a Clericot. She really liked the taste of fruit on her drinks, and despite the Vodka she drank earlier, she preferred to settle for wine – after all, she knew Siyeon would steal the cherries from her cup anyway.
"Since the semester started, we both know you are going to rot in that classroom, Ji, so before that happens I wanted you to relax a little. I'm glad you agreed to come here." Siyeon moved her lips while holding the glass right in front of her mouth, drinking as soon as she finished talking.
"Like I had a choice." Minji sighed out the words immersed in sarcasm, her eyes disappearing into the back of her head before she fixated them on the glass that was left untouched on the table in front of them.
"Come on, don't be so stiffened up. Relax a little and enjoy the show," Siyeon's mouth turned up into a smirk, lifting up her glass towards the stage. Minji's eyebrows quivered as she noticed a few women dancing vulgarly, swaying their bodies sexually. She found none of them attractive, and her alcohol, again, stayed untouched. "Does your wife know where we are right now?"
Siyeon laughed whole-heartedly "Handong was the one who asked me to bring you here, actually."
After the song finished, those dancers disappeared from the stage, and it was left all alone for a minute or two before another song started to play. Not fast and poppy this time. It was jazzy, slow and sensual. Minji had to squint her eyes to see the person who was walking out towards the pole and with each step the audience roared with applaud.
"She's very popular, here. People go crazy for her performance." Siyeon informed, bobbing her head to the music as the teacher continued to stay silent, observing the woman in the mask making her way onto the stage.
Her body moved in flexible, slow, and sensual waves that left the audience breathless as they watched from below the stage. Minji swallowed, the fiery fragrance of alcohol lingering in the back of her throat as she finally decided to wrap her fingers around the glass and take it to her lips. The woman was wearing a mask, the colour of it matching her red high heels. Her hands wrapped themselves around the silver pole, her leg strongly caressing the metal. She threw her head back, brunette locks of hair flying in the air, some stuck on her face. Then she lifted herself up in the air, flying around the pole. The masked exotic dancer twirled around the pole, one hand on her foot holding it to her head. She swung out of the position and started walking around the pole on air, holding on only by her hands.
The muscles that must take... Minji bit her lips, her eyes going down to the dancer's abs.
The elegance of the movements allowed her to forget her barely restrained arousal, leaving her in awe for a few moments when a toned leg wrapped itself around the pole, the woman rolling her body up against it, turning her gaze towards the audience, her eyes shone from the mask, half-lidded and so... sinful.
Bora then climbed her way up the pole so sensually, stopped near the top, almost as though she was frozen. Minji waited with bated breath, before the masked dancer's hands suddenly released the pole, falling backwards; and Minji panics, thinking something happened and the girl was about to hit the ground- but only her heart does. The dancer's body hangs smoothly in the air, legs squeezing tight, flexing those amazing thighs.
It was hard to gulp down for Minji, suddenly, her throat asking for alcohol. As she looked down at her glass, it was already empty, so she quickly searched for Siyeon's, taking it to her dry lips and driving it down into her throat. She didn't really listen to her friend's complaints, as her eyes were already glued to that dancer once again.
Then Bora lowers herself to the ground, movements sophisticated, nimble, body poised, and oh so sensual. It's an interpretative dance, and there must be a story behind it. Minji's brain was way too weak to process it.
And again, she's on that pole, embracing it, caressing it with one hand, then that hand went down to her body, allowing her palm to slide down her chest to a taut stomach, abs glistening in sweat, before reaching down her legs, and between her thighs, then out, back to latching onto the pole.
"Fuck" Minji uttered out, standing up quickly and scaring Siyeon.
"What's wrong?"
"I got to go to the restroom." Walking away with a shuddering heart, Minji didn't notice her best friend's smirk, an idea glistening into her evil brain like a flower seed in a damp ground.
Flushing cold water onto her face didn't calm her nerves. Even the simple motion of her head sent her eyes to swimming as she floated behind them, dizzy and lightheaded. The rapid firing of her heart sent her hot blood blooming through all of her extremities, oxygen rushing to every cell in her body through the heaving of her chest, sweat making her palms slick, all evidence of the sheer life inside Minji's skull and chest. "My word, what is wrong with me-"
She sighed, drying her face with some tissues and walking back out, scolding herself in her mind for getting this excited over a dance. You're behaving like a horny teenager.
She lowered the pace of her footsteps as soon as she noticed Siyeon's absence on the table. She looked around with concern painting itself on her face. She hoped the blonde woman wasn't causing any drunk trouble currently. Though that thought soon left her mind as she felt two strong hands on her shoulders, gripping to get her attention. "Siyeon, what are you-"
Minji was not able to finish that sentence. Her best friend dragged her towards the stairs down to the dark hallway, where music faded away and a line of a few private rooms began. "Where the hell are you taking me?"
"I have a surprise for you, Ji," Siyeon answered with a wishful smirk, her eyebrow quirking towards the beginning of the wall that was covered with red curtains. Siyeon patted her friend's arm, nudging her towards the entrance. "Go in there."
Minji rolled her eyes and turned to the blonde woman "Why would I?" She wasn't going to do what Siyeon told her to. The last time she did that they managed to set a local bar on fire. "Remember what happened the last time?"
Siyeon's mouth turned into a frown as she choked on a breath, then sighing out "It's not like that now, I promise. I just know how exhausted you are this week since school started, just wanted to give you a little surprise. If you don't like it, I will never ask you anything ever again."
"Well, that certainly sounds appealing." The teacher said before chuckling at her best friend's look on her face. "Okay, okay, I'm going."
Siyeon's face lit up. "I will wait for you at our table!"
Minji knew there was something very odd about Siyeon's behaviour, but she didn't have any strength to calculate the situation, so she just decided to quickly see what 'surprise' Siyeon was talking about and enter this private room.
She parted the smooth curtain with a finger and ducked her head inside to see a simple, white chair in what appeared to be a small room filled with dim amber light. She walked in slowly, trying to adjust her eyes to the new darkness.
If she considered that she was currently in a strip club with exotic dancers, she already anticipated what would happen.
The chair was comfortable, and she felt a lot better as the leather material sunk her into the cushion. Her vision was still hazy, all she could see was the light coming through the part in the curtain and a few amber spotlights flushed against the wall.
Then, that curtain opened, but just enough that she couldn't see who was entering. Minji squinted and fought the dimness, she could barely make out the figure. The leather seat had caused some discomfort now, beads of sweat began to form on her arms and forehead. Her chest echoed with heavy heartbeats and a nervous breath.
A soft, breathy voice floated across the room, tickling her ears, and she saw a quick flash of red mask. She stiffened, slowly realizing this dancer was the one who made her heart throb only a few minutes ago. Siyeon probably noticed that and decided to have some fun. She thrust the air into her lungs as if she had just drunk the spiciest vodka, then her hands clenched the arms of the chair, not exactly knowing if she was excited or scared of what was going to happen.
The brunette masked dancer started walking towards her, clicking her red heels and swaying her bare hips. The black underwear and a bra hugged her alabaster skin. Minji couldn't help but stare. Was she supposed to stare? She wasn't sure. She isn't a fan of visiting clubs, especially clubs like this. But even if she felt wrong for lustfully scrutinizing the dancer's body, she couldn't help but to wander her eyes on it.
The dancer stopped only a step away from the chair and began to circle around it, taking every step cautiously in her red high heels.
"Are you enjoying the night, honey?" The woman placed her hands on each of Minji's arms. The teacher's eyes widened as the sweet words lapped into her ears and the talented hands caressed her shoulders, the music faded in and the bass shook through her body. She felt like she was floating. The woman returned to the foot of the chair, turned her back and slowly bent down.
At that, Minji wasn't sure if everything this was safe for her. Her breath got caught in her throat, heart thumping hard against her chest which was moving up and down with uneven breaths while she stared at the dancer's ass in front of her, very close. The muscles in her legs tightened as she straightened her posture, turning back around and while facing Minji, sitting down in the latter's lap. The teacher's lungs constricted.
The dancer, who Minji didn't know was Bora, began moving her hips to the beat of the song, the muscle of her smooth thigh tensing as she leaned forward so that her breasts brushed Minji's chest. Wrenching her eyes off the most erotic sight she'd seen in recent years, Minji gulped, trying to make her arousal under control. Though failing as soon as she felt the stripper speeding up her actions, her cold fingertips playing with her neck.
The dancer tilted Minji's chin up to look at her face better now that they were close, though letting out a small gasp and drastically stopping her hip motions. Minji tilted her head in confusion, nervousness crippling up inside her chest. "What is it? D-Did I do something wrong?"
Bora tried to calm her mind and heart as she realized who she was giving this lap dance to. Her daughter's teacher was currently sitting in between her thighs as she cradled her lap. Oh, god.
"No- No, you didn't do anything wrong, sweetheart." She gulped down and continued moving, arching her back into Minji's abdomen. It was her job and she had to continue, even if she felt utterly embarrassed and awkward. Thankfully, Minji still didn't have any proper idea about who she was. Bora thanked god that she usually performed with a mask.
After the dancer continued what was already making Minji go insane, suddenly the latter didn't know what to do with her hands. She twisted them, helplessly to the side.
"Here," Leaning down, Bora's fingers molded over Minji's anxious, fluttering hands and brought them to the curve of her hips. Her smile was dark, and knowing. "Hold onto this."
She did as she was bid, molding her fingers delicately around the soft curves she felt there. Bora let out a small breathy sigh as she leaned over Minji, pressing closer with each—frankly, pornographic—roll of her hips. The teacher, out of nowhere, squeezed the dancer's lower back after seeing breasts ghosting inches from her face, only making the masked woman gasp once more. "Now, now, I didn't catch your name." She said, lips softly brushing Minji's ear as she whispered out the words.
"Minji." She said instantly, "My name is Minji"
Bora hid her face in the other woman's neck, failing to hold back a smirk. The guilty thoughts of giving a lap dance to her daughter's elementary school teacher suddenly vanished into the back of her mind, now only focusing on making Minji flustered.
"Alright, Minji, you can call me Sua." Bora wasn't afraid of Minji recognizing her voice. The music was loud enough and Minji was intoxicated with alcohol enough for the familiarity of Bora's voice to get lost in, plus today was the first time they met each other in the school.
"Sua..." The black-haired girl mumbled, trying to keep her voice steady before she couldn't help but let out a whimper when Sua thrust her hips with more strength now. The latter's smirk only grew wider.
"Is it your first time here?" Minji silently nodded at the question. Bora smiled, now taking the woman's hands from her lower back to her front, letting Minji cup her breasts. Minji's lips fell apart as she felt the perked nipples underneath the lacy bra, her palms slightly shaking against the dancer's chest. "And are you usually this shy?"
It was the first time since she stepped into this room that Minji smiled, "No, you might have some kind of an impact on me."
An airy laugh reached her ears, the dancer's head falling back a little with a grin on her face, "Well I am glad to hear so." She said and gave the raven-haired woman a kiss on the cheek before standing up. Seeing Minji's confused expression, Bora chuckled, caressing the woman's cheek "What? The song is finished, baby."
Minji didn't even realize how the song ended and another music started playing. She sighed, biting her lower lip before letting out a desperate "Wait!" when she saw the dancer starting to leave the room. Bora turned around, her red mask reflecting the neon lights but her devilish smile could be seen even in the darkness of it. "Wait, Sua. I can... pay more?" Minji knew Siyeon had already paid for one song, but after what happened, she would willingly pay however much it would be needed to feel those thighs around her once again.
Bora only smirked at that, turning around and giving Minji one last sight of her back "I'm afraid your friend is waiting for you, Minji." And with that, she left from the same curtains she came from.
To say that she was overwhelmed would be an understatement. Minji closed her eyes for a second, sighing out a shaky breath before standing up on her wobbly legs and walking out of the room. The bass sounds soon were loud again as she walked up the stairs, her heart still bumping over her chest.
By the time she came around their table, she saw it empty only then to notice Siyeon making an absolute fucking scene on the bar's countertop. "Oh, lord."
Minji quickly took their things and rushed over to her best friend, taking her down from there with a struggle. "Oookay, it's time for us to go."
Minji wondered how much Siyeon had drunk while she was gone. The blonde woman leaned over her with a drunken grin on her lips before hiccupping. She looked down at her messy clothes and groaned out when she realized how drunk she was.
"Goodness, Handong will kill me."