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Club Pentagon was one of the shadiest clubs in all of South Korea, and anyone with half a mind knew it.
The club itself wasn’t all that bad. High ceilings, two floors, two bars, a sizable dance floor in the centre with the overhang of the second floor overlooking all of the patrons sweating from either drugs or dancing. Shining lights from the ceiling were bright and neon, flashing every half a second and successfully disorienting most of the patrons and staff. The DJ booth hung in the far back with the speakers turned up all the way, which let the heavy techno music radiate throughout the entire place. (Truthfully, she was surprised she hadn’t gone deaf yet at the volume they were setting it.)
The patrons were probably worse than the club, coming from far and wide to dance and drug themselves up to oblivion. Nam-gyu couldn’t blame them, she’d been one of the patrons going to the club— but times like those were long past her. Now, she’d resigned herself to watching the hot girls pop their percs and the drug dealers shoot up on their own supply in dark corners.
(Nam-gyu was lucky, in a way. Not all of the promoters took bribes, but some of the more… desperate dealers were nice enough to pawn off their own supply to her in return for some special treatment at the club.
It wasn’t anything too crazy. She’d give head for a couple pills now and again, done worse for a larger supply, heavier drug, but the most important thing was the promise that they’d come back.
Not for her, never for her— but it was good for business and kept her job semi-stable.)
Again, she couldn’t blame them. Club Pentagon was the only club in a thousand kilometre radius which was shady enough to allow people to do anything their hearts desired— provided they had enough drugs or money for it.
They did have a couple… regulations in place, though.
While the drug usage was a lot more lenient than most, Club Pentagon had gotten in trouble more than a few times for the lack of shame their patrons had about their supply. Just because herself and the other promoters turned a blind eye didn’t mean it wasn’t massively fucking illegal, shooting up in the middle of the club will always lead to one of the promoters or security leading them to a back room or out the goddamn door.
Nam-gyu was no stranger to navigating the chalant, which is why her eyes landed on a purple-haired chick brazenly snorting a line off the DJ booth in the back, nostrils visible with white powder even with Nam-gyu watching from the balcony on the second floor.
Nam-gyu had been watching her for the past couple minutes. The girl’s bright dyed-purple hair fell to her waist, swinging back and forth as she danced next to the DJ booth. Her short leather mini-skirt clinged to her body and she’d been adjusting her matching tube top as she swung herself around the dancefloor. She acted like the music came from her body itself, swaying her hips to the music, bopping her head, swinging her arms above her head so naturally Nam-gyu was surprised she hadn't seen her in the club before, especially with the way she’d been so familiar .
What she has seen before, though, is the trouble people get in when they’re too flashy with their drugs, the trouble that comes along with letting an entire room of junkies that you have an endless supply. The itch doesn’t stop, even at work, and Nam-gyu can feel a pull toward this girl— high off her ass, mindlessly dancing.
It makes Nam-gyu want to get down there and dance with her herself, but work always calls.
“Take care of Thanos, Nam-gyu,” says one of her bosses from behind her, dragging out another patron to the special back area. “You know what to do.”
“Wait— Thanos, like- the rapper?” Nam-gyu blurts, looking back for confirmation.
There’s no response, though, because her boss has already gone out the back door, leaving her alone amongst strangers on the second floor. It doesn’t matter though, because her head has already whipped back to look at the girl on the dancefloor.
Holy fucking shit, the realization sobers her completely, that’s Thanos— she’d been following her music since she started rapping, but it’d never crossed her mind that in all the partying Thanos does, she’d come to Club Pentagon. Her heart starts racing watching Thanos run off the dancefloor to the side bar, turn around, and pop a pill from presumably nowhere.
She’s hotter in person, Nam-gyu thinks. Her thoughts lead to the magazine she’d bought a year or two back, specifically because Thanos had done a special bikini shoot as part of the magazine’s theme that edition. Nam-gyu remembers the way she’d touched herself to the pictures, two fingers deep inside while she’d imagined it was Thanos and her milky skin brushing against her while she’d fuck her further.
Looking at her now, Thanos’ skin is illuminating in the neon light, she’s glowing . Nam-gyu feels the same way she did when got her hand on those pictures for the first time.
The heat of the club suddenly becomes that much hotter, and Nam-gyu’s itch becomes that much stronger. She knows she can get away without her jacket with her uniform, a black suit with a tie. The white dress shirt underneath will do the job fine enough, she thinks, because god, it’s too fucking stuffy in here.
Her jacket, far too tight to even be the right size, gets stuck on her elbow as she tries to cool off. Tugging, Nam-gyu spins around herself and awkwardly swings her arms in an attempt to get unstuck from her own uniform.
Then— at the same time she’s struggling to shimmy out of her suit jacket, Thanos looks directly at her from the main floor.
Nam-gyu freezes initially, before continuing to take her suit jacket off by flailing her arms in probably the least attractive way possible, watching as Thanos laughs behind her hand, painted acrylic nails standing out amidst the neon lights. Nam-gyu is stuck in place, frozen still as she watches Thanos watch her and laugh like she’d just been told the funniest joke in the world. She’s still looking at Nam-gyu even after her jacket is slid off and haphazardly thrown onto a chair nearby, still looking even when Nam-gyu humiliatingly stands against the second floor railing watching her like a hawk.
She’s looking at her like there’s something still worth looking at.
Instinctually, Nam-gyu tucks her hair behind her ears, which she knows are beet red, and tries to laugh it off with Thanos— trying to make it seem like she did it on purpose because, please god, let her redeem any sense of dignity she has left.
In the split second she laughs, her eyes close for half a moment, and Thanos has disappeared from her spot against the main floor bar.
“Fuck, fuck, where the fuck did she go,” Nam-gyu whispers to herself, pushing herself off the railing to find her way onto the main floor.
It’s peak hours on a Friday night, which has ultimately fucked her over in entirety. The crowds are thick, full of dick-heads who just throw commands at Nam-gyu, unaware that she is already too busy trying to get a different situation under control. She gets caught by the arm by a drunk guy shouting something, but she’s quick to give a shove and use the crowd to her advantage, disappearing without a trace.
Nam-gyu slides closer and closer to the staircase near the back, and she can feel her heartbeat start to match the hard techno bass of the DJ. Her hands were already twitchy, but she can feel them start to fully shake. The pounding of the beat is starting to give her a matching pounding on the inside of her skull, hammering with each beat. As she finally makes her way to the stairs, Nam-gyu is gripping onto the side railing like her life depends on it and sprinting down in her heeled boots at a speed that she’s never pushed herself to.
When she’s finally hit the main floor, in the centre of a swarm of patrons, she’s realized how truly, deeply fucked she really is.
The lights are making it impossible to see, with the constant flashing of bright whites and neons blinding her each way she turns, and the constant stream of people moving back and forth is making it difficult for Nam-gyu to even catch a glimpse of anybody’s face.
Where the hell is she?
She’s so fucked, she thinks, completely and utterly screwed. Her boss is going to kill her because so-called famous rapper Thanos didn’t remember to hide her drugs and got mugged, or killed, or overdosed, or—
“Hey, girl!” Nam-gyu jumps at the voice suddenly blasting in her ear.
An arm spins her around, and she’s inches away from Thanos’ face— pupils blown and lipgloss fresh. She has this dopey smile on her face that can only be spotted where drugs are nearby and her hands are digging into Nam-gyu’s shoulder as she leans in close, almost as if she were using Nam-gyu for stability.
Now, close up, Nam-gyu looks down and sees Thanos’ cross necklace, large and thick, sitting pretty in her cleavage.
“Woah,” Thanos grips her chin with one hand and forces her head back up to look her in the eyes. “My eyes are up here, babygirl.”
Nam-gyu meets her eyes and matches the grin sporting the other girl’s face. Thank god , she thinks, another day of keeping her (admittedly shitty) job.
“Thanos!” She starts, grabs at the hand on her chin to try and pull it away, but Thanos’ grip only tightens. “I’m Nam-gyu! Thank you for coming to Club Pentagon, it’s a treat to have you here.”
Nam-gyu feels almost naked, the way Thanos’ gaze flicks up and down her body. Thanos just stares at her, taking her all in, blown out eyes intently looking at each and every part of her.
As she tries to shift uncomfortably, Thanos’ nails dig further into her jaw and chin. The pain starts to blur the rest of the noise away, starts to calm the shaking, but it’s not enough. Nam-gyu makes a soundless cry as Thanos only continues to dig her nails into her skin, enough to draw the smallest amount of blood.
Thanos looks her directly in the eye as she pulls her hand back from Nam-gyu’s chin, and slowly licks the blood on the tip of her pointer nail. Nam-gyu’s eyes follow her finger, which Thanos makes a show of sucking all the way to the knuckle and removing it from her mouth with a pop.
Her heart is racing even faster than it was before. The shaking, which had begun to slow down, returns tenfold. She’s sure Thanos can feel her trembling where her hand is still on her shoulder, and she isn’t sure if Thanos is making the entire situation better or worse.
Maybe, she thinks, it’s just the withdrawal. That’d make sense.
“Trust me,” Thanos begins. “If I knew you worked here, I would've been here a lot sooner.”
In an instant, she’s getting dragged to a dark corner underneath the staircase, thrown up against a wall— and Thanos is shoving her tongue down her throat.
Nam-gyu moans into the open-mouthed kiss, wrapping her arms around Thanos, clawing at her back with her own short nails. In turn, she feels Thanos’ acrylics dig into her hip bones, keeping her flush against her body and pressed against the wall. It’s all-consuming in a way Nam-gyu hasn’t felt with other clients or patrons, hell, even any girlfriends of hers.
Thanos slips a leg between Nam-gyu’s thighs and grinds up as she continues to deepen the kiss. The obscene noise Nam-gyu lets out is only muffled by the deep club bass, but she can tell Thanos heard from the way the other girl shifts so Nam-gyu’s clit through her dress pants is pressed against Thanos’ thigh in just the right way.
The kiss is dirty and wet, nothing too crazy, but Nam-gyu’s heart must be close to giving out at this point.
Thanos fits against her body in a way that drugs could almost replace.
Key word: almost.
“Would you want to go somewhere a bit more-” Nam-gyu tilts her head up as Thanos licks a strip up from her neck to her ear, “-private?”
The only answer she gets is a sharp bite to her ear lobe which has her grit her teeth and hiss out in pain.
“You can do your drugs in the back, if you want,” she adds. She doesn’t add in the fact that she’d also want to do the drugs in the back. It’s implied, that’s enough.
Regardless, that is what warrants a response.
Thanos loosens her grip on her hips and moves her hands to her own, finally moving away to look at Nam-gyu with an elated grin.
“My girl, you are a genius,” she shrieks. “Lead the way, Nam-su!”
She bristles at the name, fixing her hair and tucking it back behind her ears before muttering, “It’s Nam-gyu, but sure.”
The way back upstairs into the back rooms is as hell-ish as it was getting to the main floor to find Thanos in the first place. If anything, it’s almost worse with the addition of Thanos— especially when she gets stopped by a fan every couple steps.
It’s a little cute, watching the way she interacts with obvious fans, but a deep feeling from inside her gut has Nam-gyu fixed with a nasty scowl on her face when they even begin to say hello.
She latches onto Thanos every time someone comes up to greet her and thinks about staying, she’s marking her territory if only with her own presence. Nam-gyu has to make it abundantly clear, both to the other promoters and fans, that for tonight?
Thanos was hers.
In the back, the private rooms are down a long hallway, fixed with the closed rooms on each side of the corridor with locks, perfect for whatever shit anyone needs to get into with privacy. Dragging Thanos along, she slips them both into one of the rooms furthest away from the main entrance, closing and locking the door behind her.
Inside the room, it’s as shitty as you imagine. A cheap red leather booth adorns the back wall, a small table next to the door. The red light above flickers enough to make seeing a problem, leaving Nam-gyu blinking endlessly. It’s empty, but it’s good for what it’s used for— for the most part.
Thanos sits down and bounces a little when she leans back against the leather, eyes stuck on Nam-gyu where she’s leaning against the door still. Her legs are crossed, her mini-skirt having ridden up just before exposing herself, arms stretched wide behind her.
Delicately, one of her hands goes to the cross between her boobs and clicks it open.
Nam-gyu’s mouth starts to water as she watches Thanos scoop up a small circular pill with the underside of her pointer nail and gently slide it onto her own tongue. Thanos closes her eyes and scrunches her face, and Nam-gyu can’t tell if she’s savouring the taste or trying to fight it.
“Could I have one?” Nam-gyu asks, taking a step closer to Thanos.
Thanos opens her eyes back up to look at Nam-gyu the same way she looked at her at the bottom of the stairs.
She’s curious, eyes blown and eyelids droopy. Her head tilts to the left in consideration, once again analyzing what’s in front of her. Nam-gyu feels like prey getting stalked by a predator, but she’s left herself wide open to getting caught.
Nam-gyu is practically asking to get caught, with the way she’s leaning forward on her toes at the thought of popping pills with Thanos .
(The combination of Thanos and the idea of her withdrawal symptoms pausing for half a second would make anyone in her situation go crazy, she supposes.)
“You want a pill, junkie? Sit.”
Nam-gyu scrambles toward Thanos, making her way next to the girl on the leather before a hand pushes her back away. Thanos sports a frown and shakes her head.
“No,” Thanos spits. “Here.”
She pats her thigh, silky and smooth.
Nam-gyu’s self respect has gone out the window, at this point, because she leaps forward once again and situates herself on Thanos’ thigh like it’s a throne specifically made for her.
“Now?” She pleads.
Thanos nods, and with the same amount of precision she gave herself, she reaches into the cross and picks a pill with the underside of her nail.
Her nails are painted like the infinity stones , Nam-gyu thinks, head floating from the situation alone.
Nam-gyu opens her mouth wide for Thanos to slip the pill inside, and closes her lips around Thanos’ finger just like the girl did to herself. As the pill dissolves, Nam-gyu’s tongue wraps around Thanos’ finger, licking every crevice and curve, trying to get a semblance of a taste before she’s gone. Her eyes meet Thanos’ who widen, carefully observing the way Nam-gyu sucks on her fingers.
The fingers stay in her mouth, and Nam-gyu can feel Thanos’ acrylic nails begin to drag along her tongue back and forth. She lets out an involuntary moan, rocking her hips, getting that friction on her clit she wasn’t able to fully get before against the wall.
As the pill begins to hit, the feeling in Nam-gyu’s lower belly begins to swell, and she can feel the wetness in her pants begin to grow and grow.
“I heard the promoters here were slutty,” Thanos murmurs, grin like the cheshire cat. “But, I didn’t expect you to be fucking begging for it.”
Nam-gyu goes to respond, but the fingers in the mouth reach down her throat, effectively gagging her.
“Come on, baby,” Thanos says in English before switching back. “You wanted my drugs and you want to get off? You can get off like this, don’t you think this is fair?”
She shakes her head wildly.
“Why not?”
The acrylics dig deeper into her throat as she tries to let out a response. All that escapes her is a choke and whiny moan, as Thanos has begun slowly grinding her thigh up against Nam-gyu’s pants, putting direct pressure against her wetness.
“I didn’t hear an answer,” she mocks. “So, let’s continue, how about that?”
With her fingers still fucking Nam-gyu’s mouth, her thigh rolling against Nam-gyu’s clit, Thanos reaches up with her other hand to start unbuttoning Nam-gyu’s dress shirt. Nam-gyu’s hands go to reach up and help, but the nails down her throat stick so far back Nam-gyu sees stars.
A hand reaches into her shirt and grabs her breast with insane grip. Her boobs aren’t the biggest, but Nam-gyu’s never been insecure about it, she’s gotten compliments on them before. The hand firmly grasps at her breast before a thumb reaches for her hardened nipple, quickly finding a speedy rhythm that has Nam-gyu’s back arching into Thanos. The nails scratch against her skin and catch on her nipple, and Nam-gyu moans louder at the thought of the marks on her tomorrow.
Nam-gyu, amidst all the action, remembers that she didn’t wear a bra underneath her uniform today.
“God…” Thanos whispers to herself. “ You’re so fucking hot , you slut.”
With the enthusiasm from her partner, Nam-gyu continues grinding hard against Thanos’ thigh. The rhythm they’ve found between squeezing and teasing her nipple and her clit hitting just the right spot when Thanos rides her thigh up is intensified by the drugs tenfold.
The heat in her lower stomach is already there, but it’s spreading and spreading and it feels like her entire body is on fire. Nam-gyu is rocking herself hard against Thanos, who's just watching as if the Grammy’s were happening and she’d won all the awards herself. Nam-gyu’s hands grab at Thanos’ waist, hair, arms, reaching for any sort of contact that she can cling onto. Her nails dig into Thanos’ waist as she tries to bring the girl up for more pressure, the marks matching her own from earlier.
Thanos removes her hand from Nam-gyu’s mouth to roughly choke Nam-gyu, choking her one way and then the other. The hand around her throat has a death grip, but Nam-gyu has never felt more alive.
The wetness in her underwear has her practically sliding on Thanos’ thigh now, and she’s closer than ever.
“Thanos, please,” Nam-gyu cries, voice hoarse from the grip.
“Come for me,” she replies.
She comes unceremoniously, collapsing off Thanos’ thigh onto the leather booth seats. The aftershocks, combined with the drugs, have her twitching on the leather, gasping for air. It’s religious, the way she sees the light after the orgasm, almost like God came down himself and blessed her with it. She’s never going to come like that in her life again, she’s already mourning the loss.
Thanos, like the rest of the night, just sits with a smirk on her face and watches as Nam-gyu tries to catch her breath. Nam-gyu closes her eyes and takes a second, the drugs keeping her head swimming even after the orgasm.
It’s only a minute or two of Nam-gyu gripping onto the seats and breathing deeply before she hears the click of heels on the floor behind her.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” says Thanos with a smirk, closing the door to the room behind her.
“Sure, you will,” Nam-gyu responds half-heartedly to the empty air.
—
The next weekend at Club Pentagon, Nam-gyu keeps the room open just in-case Thanos does actually come back.
It’s occupied by midnight.