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“Woohoo!” Jaemin cheers, popping open the bottle of champagne and letting the bubbles spill. “This is to Donghyuck and her marriage to that man!”
Donghyuck sighs, lifting her glass up to let Jaemin pour some champagne in it. Jaemin, along with the rest of her friends, aren’t really the biggest fans of her fiancé, which Donghyuck gets—he’s definitely an acquired taste. She just asks that they give him bare minimum respect, which they do. Jaemin even offered to host and plan her bachelorette party, which she considers enough of an apology for her crusade against Johnny.
“Hey! Watch the dress!” Donghyuck warns as some of the bubbles threaten to spill on her. She searched high and low for a white mini dress that laces up on the sides, but doesn’t look cheap or trashy. It was a hard feat, but she managed.
“Sorry bridezilla,” Jaemin mumbles, pouring up drinks for the other girls.
They’ve all just finished getting ready, which means that it’s time to get this show on the road. Jaemin has kept the agenda for the night a well hidden secret, so Donghyuck doesn’t have a clue what the party entails.
On one hand, she completely trusts Jaemin. She pays attention to detail—an absolute sucker for aesthetics and just making sure that everything is up to her insanely high standards.
On the other hand, it’s Jaemin. She’s a wildcard.
“Our first activity of the night will be in my office.” She guides the girls over to the office, which doesn’t even look like an office anymore. The desk has been removed and replaced with couches, not to mention the red lighting filling the room as well.
And there’s also a stripper pole right in the middle of the room.
“Jaemin.” Donghyuck is about to pop her lid. “I said—Johnny said no strippers.”
That’s when Jaemin gives her one of her famous shark-toothed smiles.
“No male strippers,” she corrects. Donghyuck nods frantically.
“Exactly,” she reiterates. “Why would you—” Her sentence is cut off by a ring of the doorbell, which has Jaemin running off to go and get it.
“Just sit and hold on a second!”
Donghyuck is about to flip her shit. Jisung is next to her, rubbing her back and trying to calm her down. All she asked was Jaemin to listen to her for one night. She didn’t even give many restrictions, yet Jaemin found a way to violate one of the only things that she asked her not to do?
“I want you guys to meet my friend—” Jaemin announces as she reappears in the doorway, pausing for suspense as she throws her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder.
“Chenle!” Jaemin runs in and sits down on the couch, before hitting play on her phone.
Suddenly, a new person enters the room—and Donghyuck understands exactly what Jaemin did.
She found a loophole.
Johnny told Donghyuck no male strippers, so Jaemin got her a female stripper instead.
Well, Donghyuck supposes that’s fine. It’s just for entertainment purposes.
“I heard that somebody’s getting married in two days!” The stripper cheers, causing everyone to clap their hands. Her eyes set on Donghyuck, and her plush lips curl up into a smile. “Are you the bride?”
Donghyuck smiles back at the woman—Chenle she supposes. That’s what Jaemin called her. “Yeah, that’s me!”
The dancer stalks over, keeping eye contact as she straddles Donghyuck’s lap.
“Wow,” Donghyuck gasps, smiling up at the woman. Now that she’s closer and less obstructed by the red lights, Donghyuck can take a better look at her. How her fiery red hair cascades down her back and over her shoulders paired with her dark eyebrows and sharp features, giving her an intense look. Still, she somehow manages to look soft and beautiful. Maybe it’s the friendly demeanor—how she’s smiling at Donghyuck like an old friend. Or maybe the lacy white lingerie adorning her body, the bra seeming just a size too small—causing her tiny boobs to spill out. “You’re so beautiful.”
Chenle bats her eyelashes, giggling at the compliment. “Thank you, you’re pretty gorgeous yourself Miss Bride. You have a name?” She twirls one of Donghyuck’s curly brown locks around her finger, biting her lip as she continues gazing down at her.
Damn, she’s good.
“Donghyuck.”
“Well, lucky you, Donghyuck. Your friend here went all out and got the full package.” Chenle grabs her hands that have been politely sitting at her sides, and brings them up to her tits, letting Donghyuck squeeze them. Wolf whistles come from around the room, egging them on.
Donghyuck hasn’t had lustful thoughts about women in years—she left her gay era back in college—but she savors the moment, massaging Chenle’s breast softly, tracing the lace of her bralette with her fingers.
She needs to get Jaemin’s money’s worth, right?
Chenle leaves Donghyuck’s lap, leaving the bride-to-be sulking. The dancer walks over to the center of the room, grabbing onto the pole and circling around it. Next thing Donghyuck knows, a stack of singles is thrown onto her lap by Mark.
“Treat this like the real club,” she whispers, patting Donghyuck’s thigh.
Don’t need to tell her twice! She starts throwing bills, cheering Chenle on as she climbs up the pole. Donghyuck swears that her heart drops as Chenle quickly slides down, falling on her knees, but she doesn’t even flinch once she makes contact with the ground, crawling back over to the couch. She goes over to Jaemin first, sitting on her lap. Jaemin smiles as she shoves her hand down the back of Chenle’s panties, grabbing her ass. Chenle says something to her and they both laugh, before Jaemin rubs some bills on her body, letting them fall to the floor.
Donghyuck takes a sip of her lukewarm champagne. Is it getting hot in here, or is it just her?
Chenle then crawls into Jeno’s lap, and the latter is a lot less shameless with her display. She takes a handful of the dancer’s ass and gives it a polite squeeze.
Jeno’s so cute. Chenle seems to tease her a bit, before crawling over onto Renjun. Renjun is also a gentle-lady, smacking Chenle’s ass softly and running a hand down her thigh.
Donghyuck anticipates her turn, hoping that Mark will play coy like the previous two.
Chenle stands up, this time deciding to turn around and take a seat on Mark’s lap. She hasn’t even done anything yet, but Mark is already all giddy. Her hands grab Chenle’s hips, holding the stripper’s ass to her lap as she grinds down on Mark, rolling her hips on the other woman.
God, even though Donghyuck is past that era of her life, it’s fucking hot. It reminds her of when she was in college—all the parties that she would go to and score some lap dances.
When Chenle finally gets off of Mark, Donghyuck feels like she’s about to explode from excitement, but Chenle skips over her and goes to Jisung.
“I’m saving our bride for last,” Chenle teases, leaning over and grabbing Donghyuck’s chin as she straddles Jisung’s lap.
At least she knows that Jisung won’t take long since she’s so shy. And just as Donghyuck anticipates, Chenle can barely get Jisung to touch her besides a coy squeeze on her hip. She pinches Jisung’s cheek, and then finally crawls onto Donghyuck’s lap.
“I was getting tired of waiting for you,” Donghyuck complains, pouting as she runs her fingers down Chenle’s torso. The dancer laughs.
“I wanted you to be the first to experience this. I’m sorry.”
And then Chenle reaches around her back, unhooking her bra and then throwing it to the side.
“Fuck,” Donghyuck moans, marveling at her tits. They’re so small and perky—she could probably hold an entire one in her hand. Donghyuck appreciates all boobs. Well, she means when she was into that type of stuff she did.
“Mmh?” Chenle hums, cupping them in her hands. “You can touch.”
Jaemin did pay extra so that she could, so Donghyuck might as well take advantage of it. She drags her hands up Chenle’s body, massaging her now nude breasts. She swears that she has to hold back a moan as her thumbs circle Chenle’s nipples, especially when the dancer’s breath hitches for a second.
Chenle’s hands come to Donghyuck’s shoulders, pushing her down to lie back on the couch. She follows the dancer’s lead easily, excited for her next surprise. Chenle crawls up Donghyuck’s body until she’s straddling her face.
And that’s when Donghyuck finally accepts that maybe the case wasn’t that she hasn’t been gay since she was twenty one, and maybe becoming unfamiliar with the image of pussy in her face made her withdraw—because now that she has Chenle over her like this, all she wants to do is grab the dancer’s hips and force her to sit down, smothering Donghyuck’s face with her cunt. It makes it even worse that one of Chenle’s lips is poking out the side, because it only tempts Donghyuck even more.
Donghyuck settles for grabbing Chenle’s ass, cheering with everyone as she plays with it.
Chenle eventually moves, returning to the pole and doing more tricks topless. When the playlist ends, that signifies that her time is up.
“I had a fun time with you all tonight,” she says, walking over to Donghyuck. “And congrats on your wedding.” Chenle stands between Donghyuck’s thighs and pinches her cheeks.
It’s probably a long shot, but Donghyuck will try anyway. She enjoyed Chenle tonight, and maybe the dancer enjoyed them too. She was getting paid, so that definitely influenced her enjoyment, but you miss one hundred percent of the shots that you don’t take.
Donghyuck grabs Chenle’s hips, squeezing them and smiling up at the dancer. “I understand if you have to go, but we have lots of champagne and cake. You can stay for the rest of the party—just as a guest.”
And she was right to ask, because Chenle smiles. “That sounds nice. I’d never reject free champagne and cake.”
Perfect! A few more hours to ogle at the pretty stripper before Donghyuck marries a man!
The girls leave the room, giving Chenle space to collect her money and get dressed. They retreat to the kitchen, Renjun pouring everyone another round of champagne.
“So.” Jaemin smirks, taking a slow sip of her champagne. “Seems like Donghyuck really liked Miss Chenle.”
Donghyuck can’t even think of something snarky to say, because Jaemin is correct. “She’s great. Good call, but be careful, because next time you find a loophole it may not go so well.”
Jaemin rolls her eyes. “Just focus on tonight. It went well. And I think we all had fun with Chenle.”
That’s definitely true.
When Chenle re-emerges, Donghyuck thinks that she looks just as gorgeous fully clothed as she does nearly naked. She has on a little jean skirt with a yellow top, which is conveniently on theme with the rest of the bridesmaids.
“You fit right in,” Donghyuck praises. “So cute!”
Chenle brushes off her compliment, trying to play coy. “Thank you.” But Donghyuck sees how her ears are turning red.
Chenle steals everyone’s attention for the rest of the night, and Donghyuck isn’t even mad, because she’s quite interested in Chenle, too. Jaemin and Mark consistently try to make moves on her, while Renjun seems overly interested in her career.
But if Donghyuck had to guess, and this isn’t to toot her own horn, she thinks that Chenle likes her the most. She makes sure to stay by her side the entire night, and asks Donghyuck so many questions about the wedding.
Chenle has to like her.
But after too much champagne, the girls start knocking out one by one. Luckily though, Donghyuck and Chenle are the last ones standing.
“So, do you also work at a club?” Donghyuck asks as they enter Jaemin’s office, which is now a makeshift strip club, and closes the door behind them.
“Yeah, mainly on the weekends ‘cause that’s when they’re the most busy.” She’s supposed to be collecting her stuff to leave, but she just lingers around the pole, leaning against it. Donghyuck doesn’t think that Chenle really wants to leave yet, and Donghyuck doesn’t think that she wants her to leave either. “I like to do my freelance stuff during the week.”
“Makes sense, makes sense.” Donghyuck goes to stand directly in front of Chenle. It’s a little too close than what’s probably appropriate, at least for a normal conversation. The distance feels just right for them, though. “What kind of club do you work at?”
Donghyuck watches Chenle’s face carefully, noticing how the dancer’s eyes drop down to her lips.
“Normal gentlemen’s club. Not a big fan of the supposed gentlemen, but they pay well.” Their eyes meet again, and a sense of urgency fills Donghyuck. Like has just seconds to act before Chenle flakes out and she loses the opportunity forever.
Donghyuck is getting married in two days. Hell, it's past midnight now. She’s getting married to her boyfriend of three years, and fiancé of ten months in one day—
and here she is, having feelings about a female stripper she met at her bachelorette party.
Donghyuck grabs Chenle’s waist, smashing their lips together.
Donghyuck is a dirty cheater now, but Chenle’s lips feel so good on hers. She’s missed the sensation of kissing girls. Not having to break her neck to make-out with them. Getting to feel plump lips against her own, the chemical taste of artificial peach lip gloss against her tongue. She’s missed it. She’s missed grabbing their tiny waists in her hands, and being allowed to take the lead.
She pushes Chenle back until she falls back onto the couch, and Donghyuck straddles her lap, not breaking the kiss even once.
“Fuck,” Donghyuck moans as they pull away. God, Chenle looks amazing. Her hair is messy, and her dark eye makeup is slightly smudged from the wear and tear of the night. Her lips are all swollen and red, especially the bottom one that Donghyuck was sucking and nibbling on like her life depended on it.
She almost feels bad that Chenle is her first girl after years of repression, because it means that Donghyuck has the urge to absolutely ruin her. She doesn’t even know where to start—if she should spend time sucking her tits, or go straight to eating her out.
Donghyuck decides to be patient, laying Chenle down and kissing her again. Her hands grip Chenle’s waist through the fabric of her shirt, while Chenle’s hands sneak up to the hem of Donghyuck’s dress, pulling the garment up before groping her ass.
“You couldn’t be the only one,” Chenle gasps as they pull away. “It’s so fat—I’ve been wanting to touch it all night.”
Ah, Donghyuck’s ass has always been her charming point.
“You can touch all you want, baby.” Her hands snake under Chenle’s shirt, and she grabs both of Chenle’s tits in her hands, squeezing them hard.
“Fuck,” Chenle moans. “Ouch, but that was hot.”
Donghyuck laughs at her. If Chenle thinks that was hot, she would love college Donghyuck. She remembers when she was in college, fucking girls rough with her strap while they cried and called her mommy. After she denounced that lifestyle and went back to fucking men, she tried the femdom stuff, but it just wasn’t the same.
“You wanna let unnie suck your tits?” Donghyuck doesn’t know how old Chenle is, but she’s gonna assume that the woman is younger than her. Even if she isn’t, she’s going to be for the night.
“Please,” Chenle whines. That’s enough for Donghyuck to drop her hands to the hem of Chenle’s shirt and start to lift it over her head. Chenle hurries up and helps her, clearly desperate for Donghyuck’s touch. “Please, unnie.”
Donghyuck got to admire Chenle’s boobs enough for the night, so she doesn’t bother marveling at them before she immediately goes in for the kill, taking the left one in her mouth, and massaging the right one with her hand.
A sense of relief washes over Donghyuck as she swirls her tongue around Chenle’s nipple, drinking in the woman’s moans. This is all she wanted from the second that the stripper walked in the room that night—whether she knew it or not.
Chenle’s hands grab at Donghyuck’s curls, her tugging causing a dull pain to bloom in the woman’s head. Donghyuck can’t seem to care, in fact, she almost likes it. She’s always liked when it hurts a little, for her girls, and for herself. All she wonders is if Chenle will pull at her hair like that when she’s eating her pussy. Just the thought is making Donghyuck wet already.
Donghyuck knows that she shouldn’t neglect Chenle’s other breast, so she switches over. Chenle writhes under her just as she did the first time, back arching and hands desperately trying to force Donghyuck to take more of her. Donghyuck damn near unhinges her jaw to fulfill that silent request.
“Can I eat you out?” Donghyuck looks up at Chenle, giving the woman her best puppy eyes.
It’s not like she needs much convincing, though, as she says, “I’d be pretty upset if you didn’t at this point.”
Perfect.
Donghyuck doesn’t waste time dragging Chenle’s skirt off of her body, leaving her in her lacy white panties. As much as Donghyuck would love to keep these on, it’s probably in her better interest to not possibly ruin a stripper’s set of lingerie—she needs these for work, so she carefully drags them down Chenle’s legs and places them to the side.
“Oh goodness,” Donghyuck moans as she grips the insides of Chenle’s thighs, spreading them apart. She just wants to bury her face in between them. “I haven’t done this in a while, so don’t blame me if I’m rusty.”
“If you keep apologizing, we won’t even have the time to get to it,” Chenle quips.
“Ha,” Donghyuck chuckles. “Right, but be nice to your unnie, okay?”
Donghyuck drags her finger between Chenle’s slit, collecting her slick on her fingers. “You’re so wet already.” She can’t help herself, licking her fingers and moaning as the taste hits her tongue. She missed this.
She then brings her finger to Chenle’s clit, already swollen and peeking out the hood from arousal.
“How does that feel?” Donghyuck slowly rubs the bundle of nerves, carefully watching Chenle’s face and monitoring her expression.
“Good,” Chenle moans. “But you can do better, can’t you, unnie?”
Yeah, Donghyuck can.
Donghyuck brings her finger to Chenle’s entrance, pushing past her folds. She doesn’t wait for Chenle to adjust before she brings her mouth to her clit, latching her lips around it.
“Oh shit,” Chenle curses, bucking her hips up. Donghyuck takes that to mean Chenle wants more, so she sucks with more fervor, being sure to stimulate it with her tongue. More curses escape from Chenle’s lips as she tangles her fingers in Donghyuck’s hair, pulling at it.
Her reactions please Donghyuck, prompting her to shove another finger in her cunt. Chenle yelps, causing Donghyuck to detach her lips from her clit.
“Quiet,” she gasps. “I’m cheating on my fiancé, you know. I shouldn’t get caught.”
Truthfully, Donghyuck couldn’t care less about that at the moment—not with Chenle’s sopping wet pussy in her face, opening up so prettily around her fingers. She doubts her friends could give a shit either—knowing them, and really, knowing Jaemin, this was probably the plan. Donghyuck talks about her college escapades like your grandma would talk about her rebellious swinger days or something. Something she did just to scratch a rebellious itch as a youngin’ that she’d never do again—just fond memories from when she was more youthful and slightly chaotic. It seems like Jaemin figured that if she dangled a sexy woman who was down to fuck in front of Donghyuck’s face after so many years, she’d jump on the opportunity.
And shit, Donghyuck leaped at it. Her friends might be smarter than what she gives them credit for.
“Ah—” Chenle whines. “Donghyuck-unnie—I’m—” Before she can finish her sentence, she’s already coming on Donghyuck’s fingers.
“Gosh.” Donghyuck dives in between Chenle’s thighs again, dragging her tongue in between her folds and lapping up any last drop of cum her tongue can locate, drinking it in like the sweetest nectar. “You’re so perfect.”
Once she’s all done, she rests her cheek on Chenle’s thigh, gazing up at the pretty woman. She looks back down at Donghyuck, eyes filled with guilt as she realizes the reality of what they did.
Despite being the one who’s actually supposed to get married, Donghyuck can’t even find it in herself to feel guilty. She hasn’t felt this good in so long.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Donghyuck whines as she leans forward, pressing her lips to Chenle’s again. Clearly the dancer doesn’t feel that bad, because she kisses her back. Donghyuck shoves her tongue through Chenle’s lips, forcing the dancer to taste herself on Donghyuck’s tongue.
The thought alone is making Donghyuck horny again, and she’s far from done with Chenle. Her fingers lightly graze Chenle’s cunt once again, rubbing small circles against her clit as they deepen the kiss.
Donghyuck can’t marry her fiancé tomorrow; not when she’s just tasted heaven for the first time in years.