Part 2 - The Options

You stared at your plate, unable to do much else. As the two men held your legs spread apart under the table, you felt Han's leg wrap around yours to hold it in place, freeing his hand. Knowing what was coming, you began to struggle quietly to close them, but Minho squeezed your thigh so hard that you almost cried out. He shot you a warning look, shaking his head ever so slightly.

Say stop, he mouthed. You looked back at your plate, cheeks flushed.

You didn't want to.

Across the table Hyunjin had noticed your stifled yelp and was watching you with concern. "You okay?" he mouthed, and you quickly laughed and nodded. It would not do to let anyone else know what was happening. That would be the end of your career. And the end to this adventure, which - as much as you didn't want to admit it - was thrilling.

Satisfied, Hyunjin dug back into his food, convinced by your laugh and Han Jisung's bright reassuring smile. Unsurprisingly Han took the moment, smiling all the while, to slide his hand all the way up your leg, using his fingertips to trace circles delicately on the thin fabric of your panties. You held your breath, certain that passing out would be easier than being still while his fingers danced across you, squeezing here, pushing in there. Minho then locked his strong leg around your other, and his hand slid down to join Han's at your panties. His fingers were more insistent, pulling the fabric aside and dragging through your throbbing wetness before cupping it with his whole hand. He was looking at you sideways, daring you to move, his eyes black as night. When he slowly pushed one finger inside of you while Han pinched your clit, you couldn't contain a low moan, your breath coming quick, your face flushed and hot.

Hyunjin looked over at you again with his eyebrows arched, and suddenly the hands were gone and you were free. Your legs slapped together hard and you almost choked with the loss of the stimulation. Somehow you managed to give Hyunjin a shaky smile and gesture to your now-empty champagne glass, blaming it on the alcohol. He looked suspicious, but was thankfully distracted by loud laughter at something your boss had said. Out of the corner of your eye you saw both Han and Minho bring their fingers to their lips and lick, smiling like pure devils. "I don't think I need any dessert," Han said loudly, leaning back in his chair. "What's next?" Mr. Tama started telling them the plan, but you barely heard him - all you could think about was the heat surrounding you.

By the time the check came, you were in a haze. You didn't trust yourself to stand, didn't trust that you could drive, didn't trust anything. You knew you were in trouble. You were expected to accompany the group to the club where your boss intended to ply them with drinks and kiss up to them by having the DJ play SKZ songs. The dark, sexy, exclusive club you yourself had recommended, having had no way to foresee this situation.

Everyone began to get up. Han and Minho pushed their chairs back in unison and stood with quick smiles at you, then turned and walked toward the door. They were letting you go! Weren't they? They had just had fingers in the very center of you, but neither of them looked back. The game is over!?

You breathed a shaky sigh of relief and stood, but immediately stumbled on weak knees, almost falling. You were caught by the group's handsome leader, Bang Chan, who'd come up right behind you. "You okay, ma'am?" he asked, smiling that 1000 watt smile, his arm around you just long enough to steady you.

"Yes, sorry, I'm not used to champagne I guess!" You laughed a short little laugh and immediately Chan took one of your arms and the group's main rapper Changbin grabbed the other, loudly commenting on the wonderful quality of the champagne as they ceremoniously walked you to the door. Your face was on fire with embarrassment, but you let them take the lead, and you quickly made it to the parking lot.

"You can't drive, you know," Chan preached at you, one eyebrow raised like a stern father. "I think you should ride with us."

"But my car..." you started, and Lee Know spoke up.

"Mr. Tama can drive your car, right?" He looked at your boss with a winning smile, and Tama nodded vigorously.

"Of course! You take my place in the limo and I'll lead you guys to the club. They have overnight parking there, so you can come get your car in the morning if you want to continue having fun tonight."

"Oh, she wants to keep having fun!" Han sang from inside the limo, causing your skin to prickle, and Minho to laugh as he crawled in.

Changbin fished the keys out of your coat pocket, arm still locked in yours, and tossed them to your boss. These guys and their lack of boundaries! He then ushered you into the cavernous limo, directing you to sit next to Hyunjin and sliding in on the other side of you. Pressed between the tallest and the shortest, you found yourself holding another glass of (much better) champaign. Eventually you were laughing at the hilarious conversation bouncing around the interior of the luxurious auto, your nervousness dissipating.

Once the car was moving, Hyunjin dipped his head and turned his exquisite face toward you, speaking quietly beneath the cacophony of voices, his long blonde hair falling to make a soft curtain between the two of you and the others. "Are you sure you're okay? Those guys..." he shot a look at Lee Know and Han, who were ignoring you in favor of razzing Seungmin about something silly, "...they can be intense."

"I'm - I'm fine, I promise. Just tipsy." You felt a rush of affection and gratitude for the beautiful dancer's concern.

"Okay, as long as you know what you're getting into. Once you're in, you might not get out any time soon." His smile mysterious. Fuck. He obviously knows what's going on. This must be a thing they do a lot. Maybe. Or maybe he's just being super nice. Maybe he's talking about partying with the group - that was a lot to get into, you'd bet. Something about the look on his face, though, made you believe that your first assumption was right. He'd seen those guys team up before, and he was perfectly okay with it as long as you were.

So how bad could it be? Maybe they just wanted to play around a little. Maybe you just wanted to, too. You shook your head, arguing with yourself. You shouldn't go there with a client. It's a mistake. You strengthen your resolve. One drink at the club and you'd make your excuses. Head straight home to a hot shower and a whole, whole lot of masturbation.

You felt the heat from Minho's glare, like the sun on your cheek, before you even looked back at him. He was glaring at Hyunjin's hand, which had landed on your knee as he spoke to you. Innocent though it was, it riled the dance leader up. He nudged Han who joined him in shooting daggers at Hyunjin, who completely ignored them; he kept talking softly to you and Changbin, who'd joined in to ask about your musical tastes.

I.N, Chan, Felix and Seungmin were now singing loudly, a Korean song you didn't recognize. You felt like you were in a bubble, a safe, quiet bubble in the middle of chaos, sandwiched between Changbin's hard muscles and Hyunjin's long litheness as they quizzed you lightheartedly. You'd finally relaxed, breathing again, laughing again - until you caught Minho's eye. In that look, he told you all you needed to know - that they were in no way finished with you.

The 20 minute drive ended with the limo pulling up to the front door of one of the city's most exclusive clubs, the kind where you were either famous or knew someone famous to get in. You chose it because you knew no one would pester the members there, and they could enjoy a somewhat normal night of fun without fans interrupting. There was an edge to the group's excitement, as they'd chosen to send their handlers to the hotel and were out on their own for the first time in a long time.

Your boss had promised to make sure they were safe and taken care of, certainly expecting you to help. You didn't know why he always considered you his right hand man, but since you'd resolved the trouble with the company's very first Kpop group a year ago, he always called on you to help and always had high expectations. You resolved to keep your head on straight and help him take care of the guys, and not get distracted by... whatever.

As you threaded past security into the club, to say the boys turned heads would be an understatement. Everyone in the vicinity turned to watch this parade of beauty file in, the members playing it perfectly, playful but aloof. Suddenly Changbin - who had so sweetly held out his hand to help as you stepped out of the limo - grabbed your hand again and dragged you toward the dance floor, following Chan, Felix and I.N who'd made a beeline straight there. You glanced behind you to see Han watching you with an almost innocent smile as he followed your boss and Lee Know to the bar, Hyunjin and Seungmin trailing behind them.

The dance floor was thick with people, hot and practically bouncing with the thunderous music. You were coerced into "dancing" with the group of professional idols, and would have been completely embarrassed had Felix not been doing the funniest moves, with Chan attempting to mimic him as they laughed and hollered the lyrics in their Australian accents. Changbin and I.N were doing their best to keep up, abusing the English language hilariously. You loved watching them all cut up with each other. For all the weirdness of the night so far, you were actually really enjoying spending time with these brothers-in-arms.

Hyunjin appeared beside you, handing you a brightly colored drink to match his own. He took one look at his friends' antics and gave you his drink to hold with a big smile, diving into the fray. You started to back towards a nearby empty table, laughing hard at them - what goofballs! - when you felt arms slide around your waist from behind. A soft voice in your ear. "Let me help you with that." You could smell Jisung's heavenly cologne and you stiffened immediately, feeling the blood rush to your face. He put his chin on your shoulder and pulled you back against him briefly, but long enough for you to feel the strength in his sinewy body - and the bulge in his crotch, which he rubbed against your ass deliberately. Reaching around, he took the drinks out of your hand and turned to set them on the table, pulling you along with one arm still wrapped around your waist.

Lee Know was already seated, legs sprawled out in front of him, one hand on a drink and one hand beckoning you to sit on his lap. He patted his rock hard thigh, a teasing smile playing on his brutally perfect lips. Instead of doing his bidding, you twirled out of Jisung's grasp and grabbed your drink, falling into a chair on the other side of the table. He just continued to stare at you with a look of disdain that sent shivers through you, before haughtily turning his sculpted face back to the dance floor. Jisung shook his head slightly with a wry smile and sat in a chair between you, setting Hyunjin's drink down, but not before taking a sip of it and making a face - first ew, then yum, then ew again. You softened a little at that cuteness, despite the tornado of emotions he'd caused in you not two minutes earlier.

Mr. Tama approached with Seungmin, who you knew was considered the 'lead vocalist' (though they all could sing incredibly well, it seemed) and they commandeered the table next to you. The youngest, Jeongin, ran up laughing and breathing heavily, ready for a rest from dancing. He was also part of what they called "VocalRacha"; nicknamed I.N, you adored his unique tone. He sat down with the others just as a waitress approached with a tray of drinks your boss had ordered, more than enough for everyone.

Periodically one of the dancers would come have a sip before flying back out to the floor, randomly pulling other members from the tables to join them. Even Lee Know and Han were drawn out by sweet Felix, whom it seemed nobody could deny, and you watched in awe as they and their friends absolutely dominated the floor. The dancers in this group were no joke!

You refused all offers until Hyunjin knelt in front of you like he was proposing and offered his hand, whining, "Pleeeeease! I SO am tired of dancing with guys." Reluctantly you gave him your hand and got a stunning smile in return. You let him lead you out to the floor and did your best to keep up with the group's craziness while nearly collapsing in laughter. Ever so often you would look back at the tables, now empty except for your boss playing on his phone - and Minho and Han, who rarely took their eyes off of you, even as they put their heads together in conversation.

Minho, catching your eye and lowering his head but holding your gaze, brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. You couldn't look away.

A little snarl played on his lips as he dropped his hand to his crotch deliberately. You looked over at Han and felt faint. He had unbuttoned his shirt almost all the way and was leaning back in his chair, his chin up arrogantly with one side of his mouth curled up in a triumphant smile. His smooth, beautiful chest made your fingers itch to touch it. Once again you found it hard to breathe. Stealthily but quickly you deserted the dancers on the floor and headed to the bar, more for something to lean on than for a drink.

You needed to make a decision.