Idol Club

“That one.”

“Excellent choice, sir,” your host complimented. “One of our best. Nothing but good reviews from her many, many clients.”

It was hard to hear through the loud electronic dance music that pumped throughout the club. It was even harder to see in the dimly lit space that occasionally strobed with random-colored lights. Yet somehow through all those obstacles, your personal host managed to flag her down from the pedestal she was dancing on across the room. He held up three fingers to her as the bikini-clad woman stepped off the stage. She disappeared behind the curtains, the bottom of her ass cheeks bidding you farewell as she exited.

Your host led you out of the main room into a quiet corridor. A plethora of soundproof doors lined either side of the hallway. He pointed to one of the doors that automatically opened at his command.

“She’ll meet you in Room 3 in a couple minutes. Enjoy your time at Idol Club, sir!”

Idol Club was a hotbed for the ultra-rich elites who loved K-Pop but wanted an even more intimate experience with their favorite idols. It wasn’t without controversy, however. The legality and morality of Idol Club had always been hotly debated since its opening. The constant protests outside the club made it hard for patrons like yourself to enter without being harassed. It was a bit ironic, really. If the protestors had the same kind of money as Idol Club patrons, there was no doubt they also would’ve spent it on a night with the likes of an Irene or Tzuyu. They were just jealous hypocrites who weren’t lucky enough to be born into wealth.

What a lot of protesters always failed to acknowledge was that the idols had no problem with it and Idol Club always got permission from their respective companies. These idols loved Idol Club because they and their companies were always compensated handsomely. Even for the groups from lesser-known companies, a typical month would net them enough profit from Idol Club to fund the group’s next comeback. You had no moral qualms stepping into the club since it meant supporting your favorite artists. Still, it was a new experience for you.

The door finally slid open. She stood in the door frame with more clothes than when you initially saw her dancing on the pole. She looked comfy in her pair of pink sweats and black long sleeve crop top. Body glitter sparkled like a disco ball with each step until she finally stopped just short of your position at the foot of the bed. This was finally the moment you’d thought about all week.

“I’m Yiren from Everglow.” She really didn’t need the introduction.

“Yes, I know who you are.”

“You’d be surprised how many clients just walk in and pick out the prettiest face in the room.” Yiren noticed your rigid body and fidgeting hands. “You look nervous.”

“I—I’ve never done this before,” you confessed as you clung to your shoulder.

“What? You’ve never had sex?” she asked.

“I’ve had sex before. It’s just… I’ve never done it with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“This is my first time here, I’m not sure what to expect.”

Yiren slowly approached. She wrapped her arms around your neck and felt a nervous cock graze against her inner thigh as she made your lap a temporary seat.

“I think you’ll find I’m exactly like a handful of other girls here at Idol Club—we’re just like everyone else. It shouldn’t change your view of me just because you know who I am. Treat me like any other girl.”

Her weight shifted in your lap trying to get her line of sight to sit evenly with yours. She was surprisingly light even in her 163 cm (5’4”) frame. Yiren searched deep into those thoughtful eyes trying to find any sign of your doubt and nervousness washing away from her assurances. Treat me like any other girl. That’s what she said. Except she wasn’t just “any other girl”: those eyes that stared back at you—the ones that still sensed your nervousness—belonged to one Wang Yiren.

“Tell you what, why don’t I give you a little sample of what I can do? That should loosen you up.” She had seen the same kind of behaviour dozens of times before. She was well-equipped to unleash her clients’ inner freaks and this case was no exception.

The burden of Yiren’s weight lifted off your lap. The lights dimmed unprovoked, but it wasn’t a surprise, given how advanced Idol Club’s technologies were. Automated lights seemed trivial. So was the music that started to magically fill the room. Yiren began to dance in front of you.

Her limbs were surprisingly fluid. Yiren was a blur, her pink sweats seemingly flinging and flailing around in the darkness. But then she dropped down to the floor where she really shined. She pushed back up with her hands and for a brief moment, her ass hung in the air. Any light that still permeated in the room gravitated toward her body, creating a shadow in the crevice between her curvaceous cheeks that sucked in pink cotton like a black hole.

She dropped back down onto the floor. Yiren grabbed at her ankle and swung it over her head. Her sweats pulled tautly at the apex of her move, showing off her hungry pussy lips as it gobbled through her clothing. Yiren was as flexible as advertised.

“This could all be yours,” she said over the music.

As she stood back up and continued her dance, Yiren arched her back, highlighting her ass that was still swallowing up her sweats when she got up off the ground. By that point, her “ass-vertisement” was no longer necessary.

When the song finished, Yiren returned to her position just in front of you. Without hesitation, she pulled down her pants. The bikini bottom she wore when you picked her out in the main room earlier was gone, Yiren’s smooth, delicious pussy greeting you in its place. The meeting was brief as Yiren turned around, giving you a sample of those curvy cheeks that caught your eye during her dance. With enough handles to grab onto, they were the perfect size for taking Yiren from behind.

“God damn, Yiren! Did you always have that ass?” She gave it a little twerk; it turned out her personality wasn’t her only bubbly asset. While she continued to shake it, Yiren pulled her top over her head and flung her unclasped bra in your direction. Her skin crinkled near her hips when she turned around and watched her bra land on your shoulder.

She winked. “You can keep that as a souvenir.”

There wasn’t much time to enjoy that moment, either. She turned around one more time, showing off her youthful pink nipples that were already aroused from her own sensual dance.

“So you ready to tell me what you want, big spender?” Yiren’s naked body really did have a way of coaxing even the most unwilling clients to spill their deepest desires. Like a dam under extreme pressure, you finally burst.

“I wanna fuck you so hard that it splits you in half and breaks you! I wanna use up all of your tight holes! I wanna tie you up and cum in your ass, pussy, and mouth until you’re filled up like a jelly doughnut!” She could see the aroused vein in your neck throbbing. Yiren stood there quietly with no emotion on her face.

“ Was that a bit too much?” you wondered.

But then Yiren smirked, satisfied with the work she had done to elicit your honest confession.

“ There it is,” she said as she walked over to a little drawer in the corner of the room. “Even the most timid first-timers eventually break. They always succumb to their carnal instincts once they see their favorite idols naked in front of them.”

From the drawer, Yiren pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. You watched from the foot of the bed as she slapped each pair onto her wrists. She sat up on top of the mattress and stretched her legs out, lining up her right wrist with her right ankle and cuffing them together. When she was done, she skillfully managed to do the same thing to her left side without any assistance. Yiren fell back onto the bed, her limbs now bound and splayed out like some kind of disturbed butterfly.

Yiren was now helpless to any and all fantasies you wanted to carry out on her. Her limber legs split open at a 180-degree angle on top of the silk bed lining. She was used to this position and had a talent for it. She was trained to spread wide because Yuehua Entertainment wanted Yiren to do the splits, a party trick she could show off during Everglow’s variety show appearances and fan meetings. Idol Club, however, repurposed her talents for a more sinful reason: to make it easier to pump into her suffocating cunt, resulting in clients pumping more money into Idol Club.

From the base of the bed, you crept up to her bound body like a lion edging closer to its unsuspecting prey. With each forward motion, you quickly pulled off a piece of clothing. First, the shirt. Then, the pants. Yiren’s eyes grew in excitement the closer you got until you were fully naked hovering above her helpless body.

“Use me.”

There was no time to lose, not even on foreplay. Every minute mattered; you had already paid for the session in full and Yiren’s sultry dance ate up a lot of time. The only question now was where in the buffet line you wanted to start. Common sense told you appetizers first. Her mouth was a great place for the festivities to begin.

Her cold silicone-like skin just above her bare breasts pressed against the bottom of your balls as you sat on top of Yiren. You were careful to make sure you didn’t crush her trachea, though it wasn’t like she needed it to do any breathing—it was gonna be lined with semen in a few minutes.

Yiren felt the hard tip of your cock slap against her cheek, begging her to open her mouth. Her jaw unhinged without much more persuasion; she was determined to get that five-star review from her client.

“I’m gonna stick it in. Is that okay?”

“You don’t need to ask,” she said, almost somewhat offended. “Fuck me however you want, you paid for it. If you wanna fuck my mo—”

She had talked enough. You interrupted her monologue, sticking your cock in her mouth and pacifying her. The inside walls of her cheeks sucked in and pressed your shaft with a fresh coat of saliva. You weren’t expecting Yiren to be so good at taking a cock in her mouth. All that nervousness and apprehension of even deciding to give Idol Club a chance started to wash away with each thrust.

“Fuck, Yiren, you’re such a naughty little girl. You like that, don’t you? You like having your mouth punished?”

Yiren nodded.

You hadn’t even fully penetrated her yet and she was already enjoying it. It was time to test her limits. One quick shove and her puckered lips kissed the base of your crotch. She somehow managed to let a moan escape her filled mouth.

“How about that? God, the back of your throat feels so good.” You didn’t even wait for her answer. How could she even answer, anyway? The length of your cock pressed down on her tongue, prohibiting her from letting out even a single syllable from that tiny mouth of hers that was drooling all over you. Fuck me however you want was your earlier cue from her to continue exploring her limits.

You pulled out and there was nothing but saliva dripping down. You grabbed it, wiping your wet member against her face.

“Yeah, you fucking love that don’t you?” You were fully into it now. “Didn’t even realize you could be that wet for me.”