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You bounced mercilessly on your customer, feigning moans to encourage his incoming orgasm.
“You’re so good, sir,” he was average at best.
“So big and long sir.” Your fingers were longer.
“Are you going to cum sir?”
Your cleavage was spilling out of your oversized dress shirt because of your corset pushing them up, so decided to push them into his face. Just to muffle his loud moans.
But it might have been just enough to push him over the edge, as you felt his balls start to tighten in your light grip.
Quickly you jumped off his lap and began to suck his cock as if your life depended on it. You licked around his small length and felt his balls tighten more. Soon the bullets of his orgasm were shot and forced down your throat.
You quickly grabbed your lace panties from the wooden floor boards and slid them up your thighs. As you did you felt his hungry stare, he still wanted more. Perhaps if he gave more coin you might have, but the ring on his finger said not to spend too much, or else someone will get suspicious.
“Come back another day, sir.” You whispered, slowly taking the money from his pocket.
You exited the room and made your way through the hallway, hearing moans and slight screams through the doors you walked past.
You found Minho wiping down the counter tops of the bar, so you decided to help him. However, a certain someone decided to intervene with your plans.
“Mommy!” You felt 2 pairs of small arms encircle around your hips.
“Yes my babies?”
Jisung and Jisu giggled and lifted their arms up towards you, so you grabbed them both - placing them securely on both of your hips.
“Are you hungry, my loves?”
“Yes, mommy.”
“What would you like to eat?” You asked.
“Potatoes!” Jisung yelled. “Strawberries.” Jisu whispered.
You walked to behind the countertops, over to Minho.
“Are there any potatoes and strawberries left over? Jisung and Jisu want some.” You asked.
He nodded and went over to grab some to put on a boil and chop up.
You placed the twins on the counter, to grab some cups and other utensils.
“Those your kids?” You heard a voice ask.
“Yes.” You replied.
You turned around to find the customer you just had eyeing your twins with disgust.
You walked in front of your children, blocking the them from the customer’s view. Minho returned back to the front, joining you and the kids.
“What’s going on here?” He asked.
“Are you the father?” The customer asked.
“No.”
“Do you even know the father?” His beady eyes stared you down, suffocating you until you popped an answer. But your silence was enough of an answer for him.
“No whore should be a mother.” He hissed.
You felt Minho start to move, probably to punch him, who knows. So you reached out to his thick arm and paused him, mouthing a ‘no.’
You were used to it by now, the disgusted stares people and customers shot at you and your children. Many people knew of you as one of the brothel workers, one of the long time workers. They knew there was no father, and your ringless fingers confirmed that. They had no other choice but to label you the whore of the town.
If only they knew.
“And no man should cheat on his wife.” You told him, a plain look adorning your face.
His face flushed red like a berry, you looked down at his fisted hand- lifting a brow at the thin silver band. You were in for it now.
“You crazy bitch!” He screamed at you, throwing a glass cup from the tables at you. Hurriedly, you twisted your body and engulfed Jisung and Jisu in your arms, pushing their heads safely into your chest. Shutting your eyes tightly and bracing yourself for the impact. But, you felt a muscular chest squish against your back and thick arms encircle you and the twins.
Minho yelled as the glass broke against his skin.
Minho whirled around, quickly jumping over the bar so you couldn’t reach him in time. He stomped up to the man and swung a fist into his jaw. The man’s head, red from the blow, snapped sideways and his body dropped to the floor. Quivering in shock, he crawled away-getting close to the door. Before eventually running off.
“And stay out!” Minho yelled.
He walked back, the adrenaline wearing off and finally feeling the pain of the broken glass. Jisung ran out of your arms, jumped off the counter and desperately tried to get to Minho.
“Minho...” you sighed.
You attempted to go grab a cloth, but Jisu clung to you. She had tears in her eyes and was shaking from the scare of potentially getting hurt.
“Mommy,” she cried into your chest. You stroked her back and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, trying to reassure her that you were all safe.
You placed her body on your hip and went to grab a cloth, carefully stepping over the broken shards of glass on the floor.
You walked around the counter, over to the injured man and softly pulled the glass from his back- trying your best to not hurt him. With only slight gasps, you had managed to remove the glass from what can be seen outside of his button up.
“Can you take it off please? And Jisung, Jisu babies can you please grab some bandages?” Your kids ran off into the kitchen to find some bandages.
“You didn’t have to do that you know,” you started.
“I know, but he was being a pain in the ass,” you scoffed.
“I’m sure you know what being a pain in the ass is,” whilst Minho was a nice guy, he definitely was not all the time. From time to time, he would express his love in ‘unique’ ways, such as telling you he wants to cook you, Felix and your children. Even though you knew he wouldn’t, there were definitely times he shook the kids enough to make them cry. Which only resulted in him having to dealing with your wrath.
“I could have dealt with it myself,” you probably couldn’t have.
It was his turn to scoff now.