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It was Wheein's birthday. The blonde hated this date, she didn't like being the center of attention and besides she didn't have any friends to invite. She wanted it to be a normal day; wake up, go to work, come back and sleep until the next day, then wake up and everything would be an endless loop, but Yongsun wouldn't let her.
She had forgotten to delete all her social networks, it wasn't that she had them in mind, she had forgotten her accounts and above all that Yongsun was there and she received a notification every time she had her birthday. All plans of her to forget about this damn day were completely discarded.
Not only did the woman yell at her when she saw her, but she also told the entire office, so everyone, acquaintances or not, came to greet her and wish her a happy birthday. Wheein hated any kind of interaction.
The worst of all was not that, the brown-haired one even bought her a huge cake with her age, 30, as decoration. Her age was a constant reminder that she was already passing the time to find a partner, it wasn't like she needed one either, Wheein was happy like that, with an extreme daily routine and smiling, perhaps, once a week.
She didn't know how or why Yongsun had stuck to her, and yes, ‘stuck’ is the word because the blonde never looked for her, the woman just started talking and talking until she reached a point where she could never stop her, so there she was like every day, in front of the computer while Yongsun talked and shouted about her life with her sister, some woman she had met or her ex, who was completely obsessed with her.
The woman talked all day about taking her to a special place to celebrate, that years were not fulfilled every day, blah, blah, blah. Wheein told her no, today was Friday and that meant one thing: today she would watch two trashy movies and then she would go to sleep at around three in the morning. Yes, that was her special day of the week.
Until Yongsun spoke.
She practically forced her to go to a fairly quiet restaurant with other women from the office. Wheein hadn't exchanged more than two words in all these years working with them, but Yongsun had, so here they were, trying to integrate her into a conversation that didn't interest her, especially since they were talking about couples and how complicated relationships are, something that Wheein didn't have or seek. The good thing is that Yongsun paid for each and every one of her drinks and meals, which she appreciated.
At the end they stayed talking for an hour and Wheein was very attentive to the phone waiting for someone to rescue her from there, even if it was her neighbor saying that her house was on fire, but nothing. She endured everything and when they were leaving, her friend begged her to accompany her to a place where she had a very special surprise. The blonde refused but the brown-haired one insisted so much that she wondered what one more spot does to the tiger and she got in the car. Yongsun asked if she could blindfold her and she grumbled but ended up doing it anyway. She wanted this day to end as soon as possible.
She was only able to remove her blindfold when she entered a place with a lot of music.
Red. Everything was red. The dim lights, the stage, the curtains. The darkness gave her that touch of enigma that made her only wonder How?
The only thing that had clear light was the bar. A woman with long dark hair stood behind her serving drinks to customers. Loud music was playing all over the place, it was a piano that never stopped playing. The aroma of cigarettes seemed impregnated for years.
She searched for Yongsun with her eyes but she was alone, the woman had disappeared and there were all unknown faces around her.
Wheein wasn't used to this, she never would be, this was against her principles, Yongsun brought her completely deceived, she took her blindfolded as if she were a dog that must go to the vet.
She was about to run for the exit when a jazz song began to play and a white light illuminated the stage. She innately looked at the red curtains that suddenly opened leaving a beautiful woman alone in such a huge place.
She was left without any reaction seeing that cinnamon skin. The woman was very beautiful. She had a feline look, one of those that tear your heart out just by laying eyes on her. Her red lips were the most luscious she had ever seen. Her short black hair without any blemish made Wheein focus on her bare neck.
She was wearing a red leather coat that completely covered her body. On her feet were red stiletto boots. Wheein swallowed. What would happen if...?
She couldn't finish the sentence, the woman began to sing. She had a deep, hoarse voice, the kind that makes your mind go to forbidden places. Wheein felt her voice enveloped her and she could only look at her forgetting everything else.
While she was singing, she noticed how with her left hand slowly unbuttoned her coat. The first button exposed the woman's bare neck even more. At this point Wheein's thoughts went further. When she took off the second button she exposed the birth of her neckline. Wheein's body shuddered.
The woman caressed her bare skin slowly to the rhythm of jazz. She was smiling too, she had made it, Wheein had forgotten everything. The third button revealed red lace lingerie. She couldn't stop looking at her.
At the fourth button, the woman put the microphone aside and went straight to the pole that was on the second stage. Just by walking around the money began to cover the floor.
By the fifth button her body was bare, exposing the sexy red lingerie all over. She also had fishnet stockings that were so, so, tight that marked her flesh and tried to escape between the threads. Wheein's mouth and crotch watered at the same time.
With that feline look, the woman began to climb on the pole, doing pirouettes. Wheein had no escape, she was there, standing in the middle of the room with her eyes glued to a sexy woman. She shivered as her eyes met and she sighed heavily as the dancer smiled.
Wheein didn't know how, but the brunette didn't stop looking at her for a second. The woman was squirming, touching herself, licking herself, all looking at her and Wheein wanted to scream. Her legs were shaking as if they were made of paper. The woman kept looking at her as if she was going to eat her and she only contributed to her crotch getting more and more wet. Wheein lost her sanity when the dancer caressed her sex and with that same hand she blew her a kiss.
When she finished her dance, she turned on her back and freed her breasts. There was nothing to be seen but a round outline completely appetizing. The lights suddenly went out and the whole room began to clap and shout her name; Hwasa .
Hwasa was the name of the woman Wheein could never forget.
The blonde needed a moment to understand the situation. She didn't know how but now she had an immense heat rising from her insides. She crouched down to hold herself back, her legs still trembling and her crotch was a river. Hwasa had done much more than just dance. She took a few deep breaths and got up again. She looked around her without being able to make out any faces and left the place.
Fuck Yongsun, she was going to go home alone anyway.