Part 16 - The Performance

Chan was clear and firm about what he wanted - and it turned you on to no end. Your instructions for the night were to wear no panties with a short skirt that barely grazed the middle of your thighs, and that you were to find one moment to flash him - while at least one other member was watching. You turned over possibilities in your head while you got ready. It wasn't going to be easy but you knew you'd find a way. It was exciting, to tell the truth.

Chan had left your room as he'd entered it, with nothing on but a blanket, and you wondered if anyone had seen him. Not that it mattered. Checking yourself in the mirror, you noted how alive you looked - pink cheeks, red lips, your skin glowing. I guess getting laid a lot by super hot guys does me right, you giggled to yourself sarcastically. You looked at your phone. Time to meet Chan to go to the show. You grabbed your equipment pack and hung your main camera around your neck, proceeding out the door just as Chan was leaving his.

Damn he looked hot in his leather pants. He raised his chin at you in greeting, all business now, and hoisted his own backpack onto his shoulders, full of all the things he needed to run this show. You followed him down the hallway, Chan knocking on every member's door as he passed, letting them know it was time to go. Quickly the group gathered in front of the elevator, high spirited and loud as usual. You were the first one in when the door opened, and Chan guided you into the back corner and stood slightly in front of you while everyone else piled in.

Once the car started descending, he surreptitiously dropped his hand in front of you, dipped down and slipped his fingers under your skirt. Without hesitation he slid them across your clit and through your sensitive folds while you bit your lips and gripped his arm.

"Good girl. You can follow instructions after all, I see," he whispered right into your ear. Nobody was paying any attention at all, so Chan smiled evilly and pinched your clit, making you gasp and jump.

Everyone turned to look at you then, flushed red in the corner, but there was nothing to see - Chan was already studying his phone, chewing on the fingers of the hand that had just been between your legs as if he were distracted. "Aaah, I think I am getting the hiccups, " you said, ignoring Chan's muffled giggle. You faked a little hiccup to sell it, and you could tell he was choking back laughter, but he held firm and kept his face in his phone. Satisfied, the guys resumed their excited discussion until you reached the loading dock, where you were loaded into golf carts for the ride down the long corridor that ran under the street above, connecting the hotel and the venue.

You decided that a good place to be invisible today was shooting from the darkened doorway of an unused room off the makeup area; from there, with your zoom lens, you could get pictures of everyone going through their routines, warming up, coming and going from makeup, wardrobe and catering. A manager appeared and gave them the two hour sign.

Hyunjin arrived from the hairstylist with his long locks dyed black, to everyone's appreciative comments. You thought it looked fantastic, especially with the heavier makeup look they had tonight. When he saw you, he came and stood beside you, letting you take several pictures of him leaning in the door way. "Do you like it?" he asked, smiling softly, eyes bright. "I love it," you answered, looking up at him seriously. He beamed and twirled around so his long jacket flowed out around him, looking for all the world like a vampire prince. You kept your camera busy as he gave you a quick bow and danced over to mess with poor I.N, who was trapped in a chair getting his makeup done.

Suddenly Changbin's face filled your viewfinder, grinning. "Take my picture!" he insisted, giving you several hilarious poses, but was eventually harassed by Han enough to abandon picture time and go mess with I.N too. Han took control, slipping his arm around your waist and ordering members to pose, making fun of them when they did. He even took your camera and turned it toward the two of you, and took a picture; you laughing, him grinning.

You were getting some great candids, even with Han's fingers pressing into your side, though the closeness and scent of him brought a stab of something like longing to your heart. Still something about this man, you thought.. but it was nothing new; you knew your attraction to him was powerful. You tried to concentrate on the room. Chan and Lee Know were getting the finishing touches put on their makeup, and Felix was sitting on the floor with Seungmin eating gummy bears. Everyone seemed excited about the show, and the feeling was infectious.

As the members moved in and out of the room, you stayed near Chan, as per his instructions. He was looking incredibly fine tonight, you suspected partially because he'd gotten so much sleep, and the members took advantage of his good mood and gave him a lot of razzing. Han was now sitting in Lee Know's chair, pointing in Chan's face, giving him hell about something. You laughed as Chan easily caught and twisted Han's finger and Han overreacted dramatically. These were the fun times at work for you; you loved taking show shots, but capturing the reality of this group's connection was special.

You stepped back into the dark room where your bag was to switch cameras, but froze as a hand lifted your skirt from behind and cupped your ass. An arm encircled your waist and held you still.

"Man you are one brave little girl," came the teasing whisper in your ear. It was Lee Know, of course, though when he'd managed to sneak into the room behind you, you had no idea. "Now tell me. Why in the world didn't you wear any panties to our show tonight?" You didn't speak until he gave you a hard pinch.

"It was - those were my orders," you mumbled.

Lee Know chuckled behind you, rubbing the sore spot he'd just made. "So. Master Bang has appeared. Interesting."

"How did you know that?" you asked, wiggling in a vain attempt to escape his ministrations. "I know everything," he whispered arrogantly into your ear, nipping your neck before releasing you and disappearing out the door. You took a deep breath. Well, this night just keeps getting more and more interesting.

You heard Chan call your name and you grabbed your camera bag. You followed him to his temporary office, where you sat in the corner and quietly snapped pictures as he worked, talked to various people who came in with questions, confirmed timing of the show with the lighting crew, and did the amazing amount of work that he had to do before each date in a new place. You'd been impressed with Chan, but you'd never had an inside look at how he worked, how cool and calm he was, how quick to make decisions, how in control. It was devastatingly sexy and you couldn't help but wiggle in your seat and rub your thighs together, just watching him. Of course this didn't go unnoticed, and when a manager brought him some water, he asked her to shut the door behind her and leaned back in his seat, fingers templed.

"Let me see," he said softly, and you obediently spread your legs and lifted your skirt so he could see how wet you were.

"Touch yourself."

You dropped your hand between your legs and ran your fingers through your soaked pussy, moaning quietly.

"Fuck," he growled, shaking his head. "Go find somebody to fix that. I don't have time."

You stared at him, stunned. "What?"

"You heard me. Be back here in 30 minutes." He looked at his computer again, effectively dismissing you.

You left your equipment with him and walked out, casting around desperately for ideas. These guys were about to go on stage in an hour, you couldn't imagine how you could corral one into a quickie - who? Where? Your brain raced. What would be the punishment if you didn't do as he asked? Your pussy was firmly on Chan's side, already dripping down your leg a little at the very thought of getting off immediately, but imagining your punishment made it even worse. Still, Chan was volatile, a still unknown element, and risking it was just too scary.

Of course, it was Lee Know you found sitting alone in a side room, scrolling through his phone. He often escaped the pre-show madness, finding a quiet place to relax. He already knows my predicament, you mused, wondering if he would help you if you were honest with him. You decided that was probably your best tactic. You walked up and knelt beside him when he looked up curiously at you.

"I have a favor to ask..." After you explained, Lee Know laughed and laughed, rolling around on the couch.

You got up to leave in a huff, but he grabbed your wrist and stood up. "He's a genius, that man," he chuckled, shaking his head, leading you into one of the small backstage bathrooms. He immediately bent you over the sink, tossing your skirt up on your back and running his fingers through your slit. "Damn you're wet," he smiled, pushing two fingers in and finger fucking you for a minute before pulling out his rigid cock and forcing himself into you.

He fucked you roughly, your ponytail wrapped around his hand, pulling your head up to watch him rail you in the mirror. You kept your eyes on his delicate but somehow brutal face, loving the way his lips snarled up as he pounded you into the sink. It didn't take long before both of you were coming, the swallowed sounds of your quiet moans seeming far too loud even as you tried to keep it down.

He pulled out, his semen running down your legs, and patted you on the head. "There you go, little thing," he grinned before doing up his pants and opening the door. "You owe me."

You scurried to close the door behind him before sitting on the toilet thankfully and cleaning yourself up.

This was going to be a long night.

You went back to Chan's office, and he had you close the door behind you, calling you into his lap. You sat on his knee and he pushed your legs apart, putting his hand right on your cunt, slapping it a little. "Did you do as you were told?" You nodded, blushing furiously. "Who was your knight in shining armor?"

"Lee Know," you choked, and he nodded appreciatively.

"I take it you made him familiar with the situation? How nice of him to help out."

"He already knew," you said dryly.

"Of course he did," Chan grinned proudly. "He's very perceptive, our Lee Know." He stood you up and straightened your skirt before giving you a pat on the butt. "You're being such a good girl tonight. You might have to get a reward later, if you complete all of your tasks."

"Don't forget about your promise, too," you countered. You couldn't wait to see what he did during Easy. "Of course," he smiled. "Now let's go. It's almost showtime."

Watching the guys on stage now was a lot different than it had been the first night. Now you knew most of them intimately, and it changed the way you saw them. You picked up on movements in their dances that they had applied during sex, faces they made on stage that you'd seen while underneath them. It made your job both easy and hard - when you could catch one of those moments, the ones you recognized, the picture was always amazing. However, there were five men on the stage who had all made you come, hard, multiple times. That made you very, very horny. It also made you smile - a lot. It was pretty evident that all of them played to your camera quite a bit, and you loved it.

You were in the pit when the first strands of Easy started, camera ready. Chan was trying not to laugh, you could tell, as the part you were waiting for approached. When it started, his face changed immediately into fuckboy Chris, and you hear the stays behind you losing their shit as he bit and licked his lips, closed his eyes, and rolled his body extra hard. You were laughing but also could absolutely understand why the crowd was freaking out - Chan was just insanely, insanely hot, and every single one of them now knew what he looked like when he came. You took so many pictures that your finger hurt. During the last pre-chorus, Chan stared directly at you and then rolled his eyes back in his head, tongue caught in the corner of his mouth, and you had to hold on to the edge of the stage to stay upright.

A couple of songs later you sat side stage, hidden from the audience by the curtains, taking a break as you devised a plan to fulfill your last assignment. You considered the options - after the show you wouldn't have much of a chance due to all the people who'd be around, and you missed your chance before the show, so there was only a small window left when the guys were walking off.

When it did happen, though, it was a total accident.

They were at the beginning of Back Door. Still on the side of the stage, you knelt to get some pictures, then stood and slowly backed up, shutter clicking continuously. Your foot caught on the edge of a monitor cable and you fell hard on your butt, emitting a small but loud squeak. You were left sitting on the floor with your knees up, skirt flipped, facing the group. Chan, Hyunjin and Felix were right there, right after Hyunjin's first vocal part, and the three of them heard the commotion. They glanced over to see everything, including your open legs, and everything between them.

For a split second, all three of them faltered, but they recovered quickly and nobody was the wiser - except for them. Felix looked a little stunned, and Hyunjin had a big smile, but Chan's mouth was tight. You felt a little shiver run through you as you scrambled to get to your feet.

Fuck.

You were packing up your gear as the group came off the stage, the roar and screams of the crowd following them. You stood against the wall as they came toward you, Bang Chan leading the way. His eyes locked with yours and his lips formed a thin line. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the door, right in front of everyone else. You were mortified. He hurried you into his office and slammed the door, leaving his bandmates agape. He picked you up and sat you on his desk, then leaned in close, putting his hands on either side of you, flat on its surface. "Princess, you better tell me that was an accident."

"It was, I promise. I tripped," you said meekly.

"You almost fucked us up."

"I'm sorry. But hey, I followed orders!" You regretted the additional comment immediately.

He tilted his head, suddenly looking very dangerous.

"Right now," he growled. "Get your gear and go back to the hotel. Be ready, because when I get there we're going to have a little talk."