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Lone Digger : Johnny Suh

🌙 staring. Johnny x original character

🔮 synopsis. When there’s a knife fight at one of Johnny’s clubs that leaves Bambi, the best stripper, splattered in blood, he knows he has to take her under his wing and get her into a new job… but the only job that competes with her stripper salary and pays her 10 grand a night is being his assistant. If only things were easy.

tw/cw. blood, violence, stripper!oc, criminal/ceo/sugar daddy!Johnny, pet names, strip tease, slight boob worship, unprotected sex, mentions of oral (f/m receiving), angst about men being trash and anti sex workers/strippers because they’re lame, cock warming, choking, praise kink, excessive wealth, mentions of gangs, etc..

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 19.1k

🍭 aus. ceo au, mafia au, sugar daddy au, oops im in love with my boss, oops i suddenly have a sugar baby, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. Inspired by the music video 'lone digger' by Caravan Palace

Friday 

Dark eyes scanned Bambi’s form, and the brunette stripper, who was used to being gawked at, fidgeted under the scrutiny. She placed her glove clad hands behind her back so the man sitting in her boss’s chair couldn’t see her playing with the fabric that stretched across her long nails. 

“And no one else was hurt?” His voice was smooth as he addressed the man on the stripper’s left, a guy the size of the bouncers who often came in on busy nights to take care of the place. He was upper management, and Bambi knew him as Lucas.

“No.” 

“Good. You can go.” The man commanding the room - who Bambi had now identified as belonging to a level above upper management - spoke to Lucas, but his eyes didn’t leave Bambi’s body. 

It wasn’t a look that was unwelcome per se, a realization that made the stripper unconsciously rub her thighs together. Bambi gnawed at her lower lip, knowing how exposed she was in her little outfit.

As soon as the door to the office closed behind Lucas, the boss man in front of Bambi stood, hands smoothing down on the table as he sized her up again, sighing deeply. 

“How much do we pay you?”

“Excuse me, sir?”

“How much do we pay you here?” He repeated his question, reaching for a bottle of what Bambi knew was whiskey. She’d been in this office with the manager of the club many times, and been offered glasses after long shifts or bad run ins.

But nothing had been like this.

And Bambi was reminded that this wasn’t her boss.

This was her boss’s, boss’s- boss? 

The stripper bit at her bottom lip, thinking. “On a good night, in tips- eight to ten grand. It depends who’s in.”

She swallowed thickly, able to feel something slowly dripping down her shin.

She wondered if it was booze or blood.

People fight in clubs, it came with the territory. But generally not this club - not since it had been sold to a new company the year before.

It felt safer in that sense- although Bambie knew that the men that came in had more money for a reason-

But when things went bad at this club, Bambi had heard they went bloodier.

She’d heard people had trouble getting guns into the club- so they preferred knives. 

Bambi had never seen anything bad before. The worst she’d had were drinks spilled on her. But she’d learned in her short time at the club to just close her eyes and continue dancing. The stage provided her some safety and the bouncers were always trusty to jump in if any shit hit the fan.

Lucas had.

The fight hadn’t lasted long, although Bambi wasn’t sure when it started exactly. Things were spraying- but that could have been from a shot glass that went skidding across the floor.

So she had kept dancing.

Bambi heard the fight, and was sprayed some more.

But she kept dancing.

It wasn’t until Lucas called Bambi’s name that she realized something was really wrong. 

His warm hands had helped her off the stage, setting her on her feet. She was much smaller in comparison to him, and she couldn’t see the carnage behind his large form. He looked down at her, taking his hands off her waist.

Lucas didn’t say anything, but he didn't have to. His eyes said it all as they slowly dragged down her body.

 It wasn’t just alcohol that marred Bambi’s skin. It was a red substance too. And in this club, they both knew what that meant. 

“I don’t want you working in a place like this anymore.” The man sitting in the boss’s chair pulled Bambi out of her memories. “Someone gets stabbed and you just kept dancing- all covered in blood-”

Shame bubbled in the young woman’s chest. “I’m sorry.” 

“No, I'm sorry.” He sighed, running a hand through his dark locks. “People shouldn’t be able to get in here with knives.” 

She couldn’t argue with him there, and her eyes found his gun, secured in its harness under his left arm, just peeking out from under his beautifully tailored suit jacket.

“Do you have any other skills?” He asked.

“Sir?” She forced her eyes up from the weapon, studying the man’s beautiful face.

“It’s Johnny, and I mean; what other jobs can you do? I’m seriously not letting you work here anymore, we’ll find you a new position somewhere else, I own a lot of clubs- restaurants, your pick..”

“I-” Bambi’s breath caught, “honestly? I have no other skills that can make me ten grand a night, four nights a week.”

Johnny frowned for a moment, and Bambi was worried she’d overstepped. She shouldn’t have talked to him like that- but it was true. She needed the money.

“Do you know how to use a calendar?”

Bambi wrapped her arms around her body, rubbing her arm as a way to self sooth and nodding.

She was confused by the new stranger, thrown off guard by the way he spoke to her, which was very different from how businessmen usually addressed the pretty brunette.

“Okay, good. You’re hired as my new assistant till we can find you a better job, one where you’re not splattered with blood and booze… one that uh, pays you what you’re worth.” Johnny’s eyes raked her body one last time, then he swallowed thickly, “this place has a staff shower or something, right?”

The stripper nodded.

“Go wash up, put on new clothes and I'll have Lucas take you home, you have the rest of the night off.” Johnny told her. “Tomorrow, come in for your normal shift, but wear something nice, because it will be your first day with me. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

Saturday

When he’d told Bambi to wear something nice, Johnny hadn’t put much thought into what that meant. But when he arrived at the club for Bambi’s first day as his assistant - or whatever he was going to call her - his mind began to race with ideas.

Would she be in a little dress? Something a hostess would wear at one of Johnny’s favourite high end restaurants? Or would she be in pants? Maybe a whole new outfit- a new vibe-

He was not prepared for the black pencil skirt and ribbed tank top that was waiting for him.

Even from afar, with Bambi’s back to Johnny while she chatted with Lucas at the bar, Johnny could tell she was beautiful. And he swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath to prepare himself for the vision he knew he was about to be privy to.

Johnny walked confidently up to the pair, after all, he owned the place. Literally.

Clasping a hand on Lucas’s back while slotting next to him, Johnny looked at Bambi as he said hello, meeting her big brown eyes for the first time of the day. 

She had such bewitching, beautiful brown eyes, and he could get lost in them- if his gaze wasn’t immediately drawn to the pretty matching freckles that dotted her cute nose- and of course, from there, he had to follow the small dots, one of which was just barely showing above her beautiful bow lips-

“Hi.” A soft greeting from the girl that just the night before had been covered in blood and fidgeting in his office. 

Johnny had a history with strippers, after all, he owned a lot of clubs- and frequented even more- but he’d always been drawn to the ones who seem shy, only to go up on stage and become a new person.

He wondered suddenly what she would look like dancing- his heart sinking with the realization that he would never get to witness it- because, didn’t he just sort of fire her? And give her a new job where she was specifically not going to dance?

“Are we ready to go?” Johnny asked, breaking himself from his own thoughts, which were beginning to take a turn to the more dirty side that Johnny always attempted to keep at bay while he was working.

“Where are we going?” Bambi’s eyes searched Johnny’s, and he was bewitched, if only for a moment, at the beauty in her wonder, her curiosity, and also the inking of fear he could see in her irises. 

If there was anything Johnny could see clearly, it was fear.

And he hated that Bambi’s eyes always seemed to have at least some darkness swirling in their depths, a reminder that she’d been through a lot. Johnny wondered what other traumas she’d endured in her life- if being sprayed in blood hadn’t phased her enough to stop dancing.

“For dinner.” Johnny responded. “You’re going to meet the person who’s been doing my scheduling for the past five years.”

Lucas chuckled at Johnny’s words, scoffing a little and leaning his arm against the bar top, reaching for his beer. It was an inside joke that Doyoung did the scheduling for everyone in the business’s inner circle, of which, Johnny was a member.

Doyoung simply never trusted others to get men the likes of Johnny and Mark Lee to schedules on time without his steady hand… and about a hundred threats that he could back up- as he had access to their bank accounts.

Doyoung had been pissed when Johnny had told him he’d found a new assistant. And it had taken Johnny two hours to convince Doyoung to relinquish his complete control over Johnny’s schedule, but he’d given in when Lucas had vouched for the ex stripper.

“She’s small but she’s smart.” The tall man from Hong Kong had said while he leaned back in his chair, feet up on the rail of the terrace connected to Johnny’s penthouse that overlooked Lake Michigan and some of Chicago’s other luxury apartments. “Never seen a girl count money or roll a blunt with those long ass nails the way she can.” He’d chuckled, letting out a puff of smoke after a sharp inhale from his cigar.

“Oh perfect,  a stripper with a brain.” Doyoung had rolled his eyes, prompting Johnny to stretch his foot out and push at the stoic man, who had always been on the pessimistic side of things.

“Don’t be so narrow minded.” Johnny had reminded him, knowing Doyoung had a tendency to be somewhat elitist, whether it was due to his education, his family, or his general intelligence, Johnny wasn’t sure- but Doyoung did have a lot to be proud of.

“How much are you paying her anyways?” Doyoung had asked, “maybe we can give her some fake jobs to do-”

“I’m paying her what she would have made if she continued stripping.”

Lucas had coughed, sitting up abruptly, a hand coming to pound at his chest as he began to laugh amidst the choking, startling the two other men with him. 

“Are you okay?” Doyoung had asked, glaring at Lucas with judgement obvious in his eyes as he leaned back in his seat- never a fan of the smoke from any of the various things his friends often had between their lips to pass the time.

“I just-” Lucas shook his head, “she’s the top earner.”

“Johnny.” Doyoung had sighed, “what have you gotten yourself into?” and he’d handed over the day planner.

The leather bound book was classically Doyoung, and Johnny pulled it out of the internal breast pocket of his suit, handing it to Bambi. “For later.” he told her. “Also, I should let you know, I do have a meeting i forgot about that I have to be at, so it will be just you and Doyoung to discuss scheduling and what he’s done in the past for me.”

“Doyoung?” Bambi repeated the name.

“He’ll want you to call him mister Kim.” Johnny warned her, stepping away from Lucas and heading towards the doors to the club, Bambi following just behind him. “But he’s nice.”

Johnny felt kind of bad lying to her. But he supposed the poor girl didn’t need any more stress than she was probably feeling- he’d caught her putting her hands behind her back twice since he’d shown up, and he was starting to realize she was a chronic fidgeter- which he found kind of cute. 

“So I'll be with Mister Kim today?” Bambi asked when they reached Johnny’s Bentley. He opened the door for the ex-stripper, watching her reaction to the sleek car, pleased to see the care she took in entering the luxury vehicle. He’d considered bringing his Lamborghini - he preferred it - but he’d settled on the Bentley, hoping she’d think he was more classy and less flashy that way.

Johnny liked fast cars and even faster women- 

But something about Bambi made Johnny want to keep that from her. She didn’t know him, and when he was with her, he could be anybody.

“Just for a while, then you can go home and have the night off, which reminds me.” Johnny stopped just as he was closing her door, pulling the ten grand wad of cash from his pocket and tossing it onto her lap, “this is for you.”

He closed the car door, smiling to himself at the small sound of shock that had left Bambi’s lips.

Sunday

No matter how many times Bambi looked around the beautiful restaurant, her eyes always found their way back to Johnny’s wrist. He was dressed well for a brunch meeting on a Sunday, and Bambi could attribute that to the meeting he had afterwards- which is why she knew she had to say something about the red mark on the crisp, white cufflink of his dress shirt, which would peak out at her with certain movements, such as her boss bringing his mimosa to his lips.

Bambi wasn’t stupid. She’d had her fair share of dealings with rich men- enough to know that rich men were rich for a reason.

While Johnny seemed ‘legit’ enough - with business meetings and many real tasks and endeavours, such as being the owner of multiple clubs - Bambi could sense there was a darkness to him. Just as there was a darkness to Lucas, although his manifested more on his hands than his clothes.

She’d stumbled across Lucas backstage late one evening, leaning against a door frame and watching the girl who had picked up where Bambi had left off with the dance. He’d been nursing a whiskey, and even in the bad light of the club, she’d been able to see his knuckles were battered and bloody.

That had been her first real interaction with Lucas. She’d pulled him aside, offering to gently wash away the blood and bandage his wounds. He hadn’t said much, other than, ‘you should see the other guy’ and Bambi hadn’t asked any intrusive questions.

“You’re sweet.” Lucas had said to her when she was all done, and he’d walked with her to her locker, watching her pull out her jacket and prepare to leave. “Don’t let this place eat you alive, huh?” 

He’d offered a grin at the time, but months later, he’d been the one to pull the blood soaked stripper off her stage and take her to safety- if that’s what Johnny was: safety.

Bambi supposed she lived in a world where it was kill or be killed. Maybe it didn’t matter that Lucas - and perhaps even Johnny - had the capacity to do damage, maybe they were safety in their own way. Knowing Lucas had Bambi’s back had always made her feel better, and she’d come to rely on him being around the club… not that it had helped much when the fight broke out.

“What are you thinking about?” Johnny asked, pulling the brown eyed girl from her thoughts.

Bambi let out a soft sigh, clicking her long acrylic nails against the stem of her wine glass. She tilted her head, assessing the beautiful man in front of her. “I’m thinking about what you do for a living.”

Johnny let out a sharp laugh, amused, but Bambi could see she’d thrown him off guard. He swallowed, adjusting in his seat, a large hand coming to rest on the table next to his plate, which housed a half eaten smoked salmon and cream cheese bagel. “I’m a businessman.” He said finally. “I run clubs.”

“Amongst other things.” Bambi sighed softly, lifting her mimosa to her lips and enjoying the citrus on her tongue. “You have a stain on your right sleeve.”

At first, Johnny just looked at her, matching her steady gaze. Then he slowly lifted his arm, eyes moving to the stain Bambi had pointed out. Now it was Johnny’s turn to sigh. 

“I was just thinking,” Bambi said, setting her drink down, “that you might have to go change- but since your next meeting is with a Mister Nakamoto, part of me thinks he already knows about whatever other side business you do that would end with a man such as yourself having blood on his sleeve by noon on a Sunday.”

Johnny raised his eyes to her, a smile working its way onto his lips. He laughed, “Lucas did say you were smart.” 

Bambi smiled, staying silent as she waited for her new boss to make the next move. It was always best to give men of power as much space as possible, she’d found.

“And you’re right.” Johnny continued. “Yuta’s never been one to shy away from blood, kind of like yourself in that way I guess.” 

There was respect in Johnny’s eyes, and it made Bambi’s chest tighten. She broke his steady gaze, sucking her lower lip into her mouth to gnaw on while she reached for her drink. She’d always found it hard to take compliments- and this one had been- well, odd.

“You don’t ask a lot of questions, do you?” Johnny leaned back in his chair, tilting his head, eyes still fixed on the girl who could feel the weight of his gaze.

Bambi shook her head, “it’s not my job to.”

“That’s true.” Johnny mused. “Look, I'm going to be honest with you,” his fingers thrummed against the table, “I like you. It’s hard to find people you can trust in this line of work, but something about you feels genuine, I can trust you right?”

“Yes sir.” Bambi said immediately. She’d always been loyal, to a fault at times, and it had gotten her in trouble before- but she wasn’t about to start being a snitch now, especially in a situation such as this one.

“And you don’t mind blood, which is another plus. Not that I want you around blood often, if ever-” Johnny quickly checked himself. “I took you out of the club because you were too close to the blood- but, fuck, i’m not making any sense.” The rich man let out a sigh, chuckling to himself and running a ringed hand through his dark, chestnut locks. “It’s good to have an assistant. Good to have an assistant who is a bit of a badass.”

Bambi felt her skin flush with heat and embarrassment, her eyes moving down to her drink again as she tried to fight the smile that worked its way onto her lips. “I’m not a bad ass.” She tried to tell him, but Johnny waved his hand at her words.

“Don’t be silly.” He said. “It takes one to know one, so you have to trust me on this.”

Bambi continued to look down at her drink, and that's when two fingers found the bottom of her chin, gently prompting the brown eyed girl to look up at her new boss. 

“Trust me.” Johnny told her, “you’re a badass.”

His fingers left her chin, and Bambi managed a smile. “Thank you.”

She had no idea why he was being so nice to her. There was something in the back of her mind telling Bambi that this was all a game, a way to get into her pants- but then she remembered he was already paying her ten grand just to come on this little lunch date, where she’d given Johnny a run down on her time with Doyoung. She felt confident she’d be doing actual work soon- with the next day being her first day going into Johnny’s main office building- but it still felt odd to be receiving compliments and money when Bambi wasn’t sure she’d done any work yet. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to let me go back to being a stripper?” Bambi sighed as Johnny finished up his food.

“I’m sure I don't want you going back to a job that risks you getting covered in blood after bar fights.” Johnny responded quickly. “Do you not want to be my assistant?”

“I just-” Bambi sighed. “I feel as if I’m taking advantage- ten grand for some assistant and receptionist tasks-”

“You’re cute,” Johnny interrupted her with a grin, “thinking you’re the one taking advantage.”

Bambi blinked at Johnny, tilting her head as if to ask him to explain.

“I see what it is,” Johnny nodded to himself, his fingers tapping against the table again. “You don’t think I’m rich enough to be able to afford you. That’s what this is, isn’t it?”

“No, I-”

“I’m teasing.” Johnny assured Bambi. “But trust me, money is not an issue. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Say it with me.” Johnny prompted, “money is not an issue.”

Bambi sighed. “Money is not an issue.”

“And I am worth ten grand.”

“And I am worth ten grand.” Bambi repeated.

“In fact, my boss should tip me.”

“In fact… my boss should tip me?”

“Now you’re just being greedy.” Johnny shook his head, clicking his tongue and taking out his wallet, which was practically overflowing with bills. “Take it.” he said, pulling out a few and tossing them down onto the table with little regard to the actual sum. 

“I can’t take more money-” Bambi immediately tried to fight back, only for Johnny to raise a hand, effectively shutting her up.

“They’re for Louboutins.” Johnny assured her. “Go get yourself a pair of red bottoms for work tomorrow. If I have some red on me,” he tugged at his blood marred sleeve playfully, smirking, “you should too.” 

Monday 

Johnny could hear the click of heels in the hallway outside, and his gaze rose from his computer, fixated on his door. He swallowed thickly, licking his lips in preparation for the beautiful woman who was about to come into his office with his lunch.

Bambi had texted him, asking what he wanted her to grab for him on her way into the office, and Johnny had allowed the stripper to choose her favourite, using it as a bargaining chip to get her to eat with him. 

He hadn’t put much thought into what food she’d bring, in fact, for the past hour, he’d been more pleasantly occupied going through a catalogue of outfits she could show up in. He’d loved her tight little pencil skirt she’d worn for her first meeting with Doyoung, and at lunch the day before she’d been in a black dress- 

Johnny was not expecting her to be in pants, and when Bambi stepped into his office in a pinstripe outfit, complete with pants and a matching little vest that showed off her cleavage in a way that was just bordering on being inappropriate- the man who was used to being in control, was completely floored. 

Johnny scanned her up and down quickly, eyes landing on the black pumps she wore, a pointy stiletto toe sticking out from under the length of Bambi’s pants. 

“Happy Monday.” Bambi said, leaning in the doorway for a moment, eyes also lingering on her boss, who was still seated at his table.

He adjusted his suit under her gaze, sitting up better and pulling at his tie, which was suddenly feeling too tight. “It is now. Come. Sit.” He motioned to the chair just opposite of his work table. “What did you get us for lunch?”

“Thai.” Bambi responded. 

“My favourite.” Johnny beamed.

“I know.”

“You know?” Johnny cocked his head, watching the pretty girl take her seat, setting the food down in front of Johnny. He reached for the bag, undoing it while waiting for her response.

“I made Doyoung give me a list of some of your favourite things.” Bambi told him, pulling the day planner out of her over the shoulder purse. She flipped it open to the first page, showing it to Johnny. “Your favourite restaurants.” She trailed her finger down the list, “favourite foods- which reminds me-” she reached into her back again, pulling out a thermos. “I made you some coffee.”

“You made me coffee?” Johnny’s eyes widened.

“I have an espresso machine, I’ve always found home made to be better than in store.” 

“Then you must be pretty damn good at making coffee.” Johnny told her, reaching for the thermos and unscrewing the lid to let the steam and delicious smell escape and perfume the room.

“Smells good.” He nearly groaned, able to feel his mouth starting to practically water as he brought the drink to his lips. “Holy shit.” he said, eyes widening after he’d swallowed his first sip. “You’re lying to me, this coffee is from a store, there’s no way you make coffee this good at your house.”

Bambi smiled, “I'm glad you like it.” She removed the two take out containers from the bag she’d brought with her, handing one to Johnny. “So, I was looking at the schedule Doyoung made for you and I found a few spots where things could be changed for efficiency-”

“Really?” Johnny’s brows raised in surprise.

“Yes, for example, Doyoung has you starting your day at the office here, then going out for business deals before returning to do things within the building- however, your business deals are generally closer to your home, and it would be substantially easier for me to just switch a few things around-”

“Then do it.”

“Hmm?” Bambi raised her eyes from the day planner, looking at Johnny.

“If you think it’s more efficient that way, then change the schedule and make it work.” Johnny shrugged, snapping his chopsticks apart before skewering them into his noodles. 

“But Mister Kim-”

“Doyoung’s not my scheduler anymore, you are. So do what you want with my schedule.” Johnny pushed Bambi’s food towards her, “now eat.”

Lunch was over sooner than Johnny would have liked it to be, and his unwillingness to see the pretty girl leave matched the eagerness he’d felt earlier when awaiting her arrival. At least he got a fabulous view of her new red bottoms - and her ass - as she left, promising to go over his schedule and do some readjusting to make things as smooth as possible.

“Was that your new assistant?” Came a voice from Johnny’s door minutes after Bambi’s departure, and he lifted his eyes to see Mark Lee standing there.

“Yup, that was her.” Johnny answered, standing up and grabbing his jacket. 

“She’s like, really pretty.” Mark said, moving to the side to allow Johnny to brush past him through the doorway, then the younger Canadian fell into step next to the Chicagoan. 

“You know the reason for that.” 

Everyone knew about Johnny’s ex-stripper assistant by now, and Johnny was prepared for the onslaught of questions and attention this would bring. It wasn’t really Mark’s business who Johnny hired, but Johnny did kind of enjoy this reaction, the hint of jealousy read between the lines. 

“What are we talking about?” Jaehyun asked as he stepped out of his own office to join the two men on the way to the elevator that would take them down to the lobby, where they’d grab a car to take them to their next ‘meeting’. 

“My new assistant.” Johnny said smoothly, pressing the button to call the elevator.

“Bambi, right?” Jaehyun asked. “The one from your club that Lucas takes care of for you?”

“That would be the one.”

“I heard about the whole blood thing.” Jaehyun’s tone is nonchalant, as if this is the most regular thing in the world, which for them, it often is. “Poor Bambi, she can be a bit of a skittish one.”

“Oh dude, you know her?!” Mark asked in shock, and Johnny was happy his friend had verbalized the question so he didn’t have to. This was the first Johnny was hearing about this.

“I know her.” Jaehyun nodded, stepping into the elevator to press the L button. 

Johnny felt his skin prickle, his long lost green eyed monster struggling its way to the surface. Johnny wasn’t the type to be jealous often, if ever, and the feeling was always somewhat foreign when it bubbled in his chest. It was a feeling he didn’t like, and it made him narrow his eyes.

“Elaborate.” Johnny said, the singular word filling the elevator as the doors closed and shut the three men in.

Jaehyun shrugged, his hands finding their pockets. “You know me. I like to go and test out our top performers.”

Test out.

Johnny felt the urge to remind Jaehyun that the girls who danced at their clubs weren’t prostitutes, that he couldn’t simply ‘try them out’... but Johnny knew Jaehyun. And he knew his history.

They’d been at one of Yuta’s clubs when Johnny had first seen Jaehyun’s taste for voyeurism. The man could have had anyone he wanted in the whole bar, but he’d fixated on the main dancer, his eyes glued to her the whole night. He’d tipped graciously, and Yuta had warned Jaehyun; “my girls generally don’t sleep with club patrons.”

To which Jaehyun had responded, “no one’s ever said no to me.” He’d disappeared backstage, not returning until some time later, sporting a trail of lipstick on his neck.

“Ten grand for Bambi as an assistant,” Jaehyun moved his head from side to side as if weighing options, “all things considered, that’s a fair price.” The elevator doors opened. “When I had a weekend with Bambi, all in, that shit cost me more like 50k.”

Johnny was nearly frozen, realization hitting him. He’d heard about the stripper Jaehyun had taken to Bora Bora, a stripper he’d been very secretive about-

He’d never, in his wildest dreams, thought that stripper would be Bambi.

Tuesday

Bambi could sense something was off when she entered Johnny’s office for her second day as his lunch companion. He hardly even looked up at her from his work, and it had caused her to momentarily falter in the doorway, wondering if she should enter at all.

He’d said ‘come in’, and Bambi had stepped into the office that overlooked Chicago, walking over to Johnny’s desk to place the takeout. Johnny still hadn’t taken his attention off his laptop, and Bambi placed her hands behind her back, beginning to fidget with her nails while she walked over to the windows.

There was a plane going by overhead, and Bambi followed it with her eyes for a while, waiting in the quiet of the office for Johnny to say something.

“Are you going to come eat?” Came his voice after a few minutes of silence.

Bambi turned, assessing the man who was now looking at her. He’d removed their food from the delivery bag and set Bambi’s wrapped burger on her side of the table- if she could call it her side.  

Bambi took her seat in silence, adjusting her dress as she got comfortable. She couldn’t help but note how Johnny watched her. She lifted a manicured hand to the collar of her dress, fixing it, delighted that he continued to follow her every movement. 

“There’s something missing with your outfit.” Johnny said, finally tearing his eyes off of her as his large hands reached for his burger.

“Hmm?” Bambi cocked her head, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear from where it had come undone from it’s bun. “And what’s that?”

“Pearls.” Johnny said simply. “Nothing says elegance quite like pearls.”

Bambi considered it for a moment, smiling at the idea of a pretty necklace encircling her neck. “Maybe matching earnings.” She mused.

“Now you’re talking.” Johnny smiled, leaning back in his chair. 

“Is fashion one of the industries you’re a part of?” Bambi asked, reaching out to unwrap her burger, which she was beginning to regret buying. Doyoung had mentioned Johnny was a fan of pub food, and seeing as he had a long day ahead of him, Bambi had wanted him to have enough fuel- she hadn’t really counted on eating one herself but when she’d messaged Johnny about this, he’d told her to grab one anyways. 

“No, but it should be.” Johnny responded, setting down his burger to wipe his hands on the napkins. Then he began to remove his suit jacket, his broad shoulders moving deliciously under his dress shirt as he laid the discarded jacket over the back of his chair. Then he rolled up his sleeves, making neat cuffs near his elbows.

Bambi tore her eyes away from Johnny’s forearms, but not before noticing the sunflower that marred his skin on his left side. She wondered if he had more tattoos, and she wondered if they were all pretty florals- something she’d not expected from the man sitting in front of her.

But then again, when did he ever truly meet her expectations? Johnny made Bambi question everything she thought she knew about businessmen, because she’d never met a businessman like Johnny. 

She doubted there was anyone like Johnny period- businessman or not.

She wanted to remark that Johnny needed a little doll to dress up, but immediately bit at her tongue, her mind moving to more turbulent waters where perhaps she could be his doll- but Bambi knew how quickly the tides could turn with an arrangement like that, and she knew first hand what it was like to drown.

She’d met Jaehyun when she was just beginning to make a splash in the stripper scene. She’d gone from nights making maybe $800, to making thousands after being scouted to join a new club that catered towards businessmen. 

The women who worked there had had a past with these types of guys, and they’d acted as a surrogate family, helping Bambi navigate the new, treacherous waters of the underground world. 

Jae had been everything Bambi had wanted in a businessman. He’d been beautiful, kind, respectful- when Bambi had met him, she’d told him she wasn’t interested in sleeping with clients of her workplace, and Jaehyun had accepted that. 

He’d continued coming to the club, showing up on Bambi’s shifts and paying big money simply to watch her dance. He hadn’t pushed her, hadn’t even tried talking to her- and Bambi had enjoyed that about him. One day, after a shift, she’d found him at the bar and decided to join him for a drink, surprising the businessman, who was more than eager to make room for the stripper next to him.

What was supposed to be one drink, turned into three, for Jaehyun at least - Bambi made it a rule not to ever drink more than two shots when she was out. And somehow, Bambi had ended the night agreeing to go to Bora Bora with him on vacation. He’d promised to book a place with two rooms, and he’d been true to his word… which had only made Bambi want him more.

She’d practically jumped him their first night in paradise, and had been his soft little doll the remainder of the trip, dressing for him and performing, playing up to be the perfect girl, as she was used to.

But that’s all it had been, a play, a farce.

Bambi could play the part of the little doll, but in the end, she was so much more than that, and she’d realized Jaehyun would never truly understand what it was like for her. She’d told him when they arrived home that whatever they had, had been a one weekend thing, and just as he’d respected her saying no at the beginning, he’d respected her ending it as well.

Yes, being a doll was not something Bambi never truly wanted to be again. An automaton ready to bend to the will of others- that’s not who she was, even if her new would-be puppet master did look like Johnny.

Wednesday 

“This is really your favourite?” Johnny asked, looking up from his food to the beautiful woman sitting opposite him.

“You haven't even tried it.” Bambi smiled softly, bringing her chopsticks to her rice bowl to grab a piece of broccoli.

Johnny swallowed thickly, once again down casting his eyes. “Vegan food, huh?” Johnny said for the third time since Bambi had arrived.

Bambi sighed, shaking her head, and Johnny grinned when he looked up at her. He enjoyed having her frazzled, enjoyed toying with the girl who was so high strung all the time. 

“Try this.” she said, offering out her chopsticks, which were holding a nice mix of things from her own bowl. 

Johnny leaned forward, watching Bambi carefully as he opened his mouth. He hadn’t been fed by someone in- well, years. He noted the way Bambi’s hands trembled slightly, and she mirrored his motion to get closer, placing the food past Johnny’s awaiting lips.

Bambi watched Johnny carefully. Watched the way his eyes narrowed as he chewed, as if he was trying to decide if he liked the food or not. Then he broke into a grin, his cheeks somewhat stuffed, and Bambi had never seen her boss look so soft and sweet before-

She couldn’t help but grin back. “You like it?” She asked, scooping a helping for herself onto her chopsticks.

Johnny nodded. “It’s pretty good. I can’t believe there’s no meat or cheese or dairy in this-”

“They use nutritional yeast as a substitute for the cheese in the sauce.” Bambi told him.

“And cashew, right? You called this cashew gravy?” 

“Exactly.” 

“You make great coffee, you know about food, I assume you cook?” Johnny asked, as he began to eat his meal.

“Yes, sir.”

“Again with the ‘sir’,” Johnny chuckled, “are you ever gonna just call me Johnny?”

“Not likely, sir.”

Johnny sighed, shaking his head and grinning as he continued to eat. Bambi also couldn’t help but smile as she chewed, savouring the company of a man she was enjoying more and more with each passing day.

Thursday 

“Yes, sir?”

“Johnny.” He reminded her, “and you sound kind of exasperated, are you not happy to hear from me?”

“I was happy the first two times, but now I'm starting to think you just miss me.”

Johnny grinned to himself, moving this way and that on his swivel chair while he eyed his cellphone, his assistant's name blinking up at him. “Maybe I do.”

A scoff came from Bambi’s end.

“No, but honestly,” Johnny sighed, “what was the name of that vegan place we got food at yesterday?”

He could practically hear her smile. “You liked it that much?”

“It was, shockingly, really good. And I was thinking about a burger, but I don't want to get my hands dirty today so i settled on a rice bowl.” 

“Hmm.” The hum on the other end made Johnny stop and think about what else he’d gotten his hands dirty with in the recent days, and his gaze dipped, eyes tracing the scar that ran across two of his knuckles from the time he’d been slashed with a razor blade at a bar before promptly beating the shit out of the young gang member who had been sent to kill him. The poor kid hadn’t known what he was getting into- but Johnny wasn’t the kind to take marks that left scars easily. “What if I don't want you to get vegan food without me?”

Johnny beamed, twirling his chair to look out at the view of the city. He wondered where Bambi was, wondered if he could see her place from here. “Then you should have come into the office.”

“I’m trying to limit the amount you spend on me to no more than fifty grand per week, sir.” Came Bambi’s smooth response.

Johnny chuckled loudly, “darling, i told you, money isn’t an issue. Do I have to make you repeat all of this to me again?”

“You’re not going to trick me into asking for a tip again.” 

“Damn it.” Johnny grinned, standing and heading to the windows. “Where are you right now?”

“Home.”

“Where is home?” Johnny cocked his head, eyes scanning the bustling city below.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Johnny’s cheeks were starting to hurt from how often Bambi was making him smile. He couldn’t help but think about the first night he’d met her. She’d been so quiet, nearly shaking as she stood in the office that overlooked the carnage that had rained down on the club- and her own body.

He could remember her outfit so perfectly, the little corseted piece was less showy than what most girls wore, Bambi’s arms had been half covered by silky looking gloves as well- but Johnny supposed true talent didn’t need to bare it all, it could be seen by anyone who looked at her.

In that moment, Johnny’s mind had short circuited. He hadn’t known whether to be turned on by how ravishing she was, all covered in blood- or to be disgusted that this sort of thing was allowed to happen in one of his clubs- removing Bambi from the situation had been the only remedy, and now here he was, his life irreparably changed.

Three lunches with Bambi and already he was needing her, needing her with every fibre of his being. He wondered what she was wearing, did she ever dress down and relax? He wondered what she looked like in baggy clothes, wondered if they swallowed her whole the way he wanted to. 

Friday 

Bambi had been surprised when Johnny called her at noon to tell her he didn’t need lunch and would instead be requiring her presence for dinner and drinks. When she’d asked him why, he’d said, “to celebrate your first week as my assistant of course!” and hadn’t taken no for an answer.

So there she was, on a Friday night, in a mid to high end range bar, dressed in one of her cutest black dresses, with her new boss. 

“Anything on the menu gorgeous,” Johnny had said when they sat down, “but we’re starting with champagne.”

The bubbles delighted Bambi’s taste buds while the man in front of her delighted her eyes, keeping her completely content and happy while they discussed scheduling. She’d found a number of places where things could be moved around for maximum efficiency, and Bambi had even called Doyoung the night before, having an hour-long conversation with him about all the changes. 

“And then he asked me if he could steal me away from you to be his assistant for fifteen grand per day.” Bambi said, smirking over the rim of her glass of champagne. 

“You told him no, right?” Johnny scoffed. 

Bambi sipped her drink, grinning mischievously.

“You told him no, right?” Johnny repeated more firmly, sitting up in his chair and squaring his shoulders. Bambi nearly drooled at the sight, loving how easy it was for him to go from a happy go lucky man sitting across from her, to a ceo who demanded respect.

“I told him I'd take over all the scheduling if need be, you’re already paying me way more than I deserve for a little micro management.” Bambi said softly, setting her drink down. 

“We’re paying you exactly the right amount.” Johnny reprimanded her, “in fact, i need to raise your salary by five G’s now thanks to fucking Doyoung.” 

Out came the wallet again, and it made Bambi sigh. She both adored having money thrown at her, and hated it… when it came from Johnny. 

She didn’t really want the money. She was happy just being there with him, and the notion was making all sorts of creepy crawlies erupt in her tummy. 

Then something caught Bambi’s attention over Johnny’s shoulder. A familiar face, maybe, she wasn’t quite sure. She’d seen a lot of people come and go through working in clubs, but this man? There was something about the way he kept turning and looking over at Bambi’s table-

She’d been in the club business long enough to know to trust her instincts, and something was off about the man seated at the bar. 

When he noticed Bambi was looking at him, the man quickly turned, and that’s when Bambi saw the mark on his neck, a tattoo, and she was finally able to place him.

He’d come into the club Bambi had previously worked at on many occasions, and she remembered him often coming in with shady looking men who threw big money around. They always grabbed a table in the corner and would come in at off hours-

Now that Bambi was thinking about it, she realized they often had come in when Lucas hadn’t been around- and that’s when her skin began to prickle.

“Johnny?” She kept her eyes fixed on the threat at the bar.

“Hmm?” 

She could hear the concern in his voice, and he leaned forward, but Bambi couldn’t meet his gaze, couldn’t take her attention off the man at the bar for one moment- “Now's the time where you tell me if you’re affiliated with gangs or the mafia or something- because there’s a man at the bar who I think was at the club the night that guy got stabbed.” 

“What?” Johnny whipped around in his chair.

“At the bar, the one with the tattoo on his neck.” Bambi said, “on your two o'clock.” 

“Shit.” Then he was turning to look at her, “Bambi, you’re gonna go to the bathroom and be slow about it, okay?”

“Johnny-”

“Just- go to the bathroom?”

“Are you in trouble?”

“Bambi.” His voice was stern, and he reached out, grabbing her hand and squeezing, “get out of here. Please.” 

“What about you?” Bambi’s body was frozen, and she adjusted her grip on Johnny’s hand so now she was the one holding him, unwilling to let go.

“Don’t worry about me, just go.” He tore his hand from her grip, maintaining eye contact until Bambi finally folded, standing. She took one last look at the man in front of her, and he offered her a smile, “it will be okay.” He said, and she wasn’t sure if she believed him.

Then she headed towards the bathroom, finding a single occupancy room that she shut herself into, locking the door. 

She turned on the sink, letting the cool water wash over her hands, which she raised to her neck, hoping to calm herself down a little, even as her heart raced thunderously in her chest. 

There was a loud sound, and Bambi practically jumped, her entire body turning to face the door. She knew what a gun sounded like. She lived in Chicago after all. She’d heard one before.

She waited, frozen, wondering if there would be another shot-

There wasn’t, but she could hear a commotion, a shout.

Bambi pulled her phone out, quickly finding Doyoung’s contact. He answered on the second ring. “What?”

“Doyoung I’m at a bar with Johnny and I'm in the bathroom and I just heard a gunshot.” Bambi whispered hurriedly into her phone, beginning to pace in the small space.

“Hold on, which bar?”

She told him the address.

“Okay, I’m sending people, but hey-” the man’s tone changed, becoming somewhat softer, “don’t worry, Johnny never goes places without a few guards.”

“We’re alone.” Bambi told him.

“No you aren’t.” Doyoung responded. “You might not have seen the others, but i know for a fact that Jeno and Jaemin are there too, they wanted to see what you looked like.”

Bambi’s heart was racing in her chest, nearly a match to her mind, which was also going a thousand miles per minute. “What?”

“So you’re in the bathroom?” Doyoung ignored her question, “Johnny will come get you when it’s safe. Do you need me to stay on the phone with you?”

“How are you so calm?” Bambi asked in shock.

“Says the girl who kept dancing while splattered in blood.” came a scoff from the other end of the line. “We all do what we have to.”

“Doyoung, am I in danger while working for you?”

“No.” an immediate response… followed by a silence that made Bambi question him. “Johnny won’t let anything happen.”

Now that, she did trust.

There was a knock at the bathroom door, and Bambi froze again, her hands beginning to shake. “Bambi?” it was Johnny’s voice, and she let out a big sigh of relief, hanging up on Doyoung and unlocking the door to throw it open, her eyes assessing her boss and looking for any sign of damage, sign of a gunshot wound- 

“I’m okay,” he assured her, grabbing onto her shoulders, “are you alright?”

Bambi nodded quickly, “did someone get shot?”

“Someone did, but it wasn’t me. Thanks to you.” Johnny said, his fingers moving to pinch her chin affectionately, then he stood straight, looking sideways down the hallway towards the rest of the bar. “We should go.”

“Doyoung said he’d send some people-”

“You talked to Doyoung?” Johnny asked, making Bambi nod. “What a smart girl,” Johnny cooed at her, “doing my job for me- makes things easier. Did he say anything else?”

“Not really.”

Johnny assessed Bambi’s face. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Bambi nodded.

“Then let’s get out of here.” He grabbed her hand and Bambi couldn’t help but notice how much bigger than her he was, and so warm-

He escorted her down the hall, to the main area of the restaurant. “Don’t look.” Johnny told her, purposefully putting his own body between Bambi and her line of sight to the bar, where a few men were huddled around a crumpled form on the floor- 

Bambi was so busy not looking, that she nearly slipped on something- her eyes moving down to find a trail of blood in a groove along the floor that led to a small drain.

She’d stepped in it.

“Johnny-” she grabbed at his arm, clinging to the man who immediately saw what was wrong.

“Here,” he forced her to let go of his hand, kneeling down, “hold my shoulders while i take these off.” He undid the strap of her shoes that went around her ankle, and then pulled her shoe completely off, setting it on the floor. “Next one.” He instructed, helping her out of that stiletto as well. “I’ll get you new ones.” He promised, straightening while Bambi stood on her tiptoes, not wanting to touch the floor with her bare feet- 

Then, in one swoop, Johnny leaned down and picked Bambi up, tucking her in close to his chest. He headed towards the doors of the bar and Bambi looked over his shoulder, eyes falling on the group of men and the dead body.

She said nothing when Johnny carried her into a company car that had pulled up, and when she was prompted, she gave the driver her address, but other than that, the entire ride was quiet. Johnny sat next to her, his arms around her form, and Bambi tried to stop her hands from shaking, a nervous thing she couldn’t control.

“I can walk.” Bambi insisted when they reached her apartment, but Johnny simply scoffed, lifting her up bridal style, the way he had before. 

He carried her quietly in the elevator, and when they reached her door, Johnny finally set her down. Bambi unlocked her apartment with shaky fingers. She pushed the door open and stopped, looking at Johnny, “do you- do you want to come in?”

“I probably should, just to make sure you’re alright.” Johnny nodded.

“Make yourself at home.” Bambi told him. “I think- I think I need to go for a shower or something.”

“Are you sure you want to be alone?”

“I always have been.”

“But you’re not any more.” Johnny told her, fingers once again finding Bambi’s chin to force her to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She pushed his hand away, setting her keys down on the kitchen counter and wrapping her arms around herself.

“I wanted to take you away from all of this. From the clubs and the dangerous men, from the blood-”

“Are you a dangerous man, Johnny?” Bambi asked, looking up at him with eyes that were beginning to well with tears, a sweet release of all the built up emotion she’d just felt. 

Johnny frowned, reaching for her and taking her hands, “sometimes.” He admitted. “But not to you. Never to you.”

Bambi searched his eyes for any deceit, anything that would tip her off that he was lying- but all she found was sincerity, and she could hear it in his voice. He truly meant it. 

“I believe you.” Bambi said, offering a small smile before sniffling, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand. “I need a shower and then I'm going to sleep. This day just needs to be over.”

Johnny nodded sympathetically. “Would you like me to stay for a bit?”

Bambi shook her head. “I’m okay. Besides, it’s not me that guy was after.”

Johnny stayed quiet.

“I’ll see you Monday.” she told him, opening the door to show him out.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” 

Bambi nodded, just about to close the door when Johnny stopped her. “Wait! What shoe size are you?”

Bambi couldn’t help but smile even as tears began to spill down her cheeks, finally released now that she would be alone and not under the watchful eyes of her boss. “An eight.”

“Replacement shoes, size eight, coming right up.”

Saturday  

The first thing on Johnny’s mind when he woke up on Saturday morning was Bambi. He checked his phone, eager to see if maybe she’d called or texted- but he was only met with messages from Doyoung.

He talked to the angry Korean while making his morning coffee and explained what had happened at the bar. Doyoung, in turn, had given a run down on the man that Johnny had killed - along with a scolding on being the one to pull the trigger himself - and things began to become more clear.

The man with the tattooed neck had been hired by a rival gang to stir things up within Johnny’s legitimate businesses, and when that hadn’t worked, he’d decided to take the hit out himself… without knowing who, exactly, he was dealing with.

But Johnny didn’t mind these details, at least the guy was gone. He’d been unprofessional, and Johnny didn’t mind a good scuffle every now and again- if the person threatening his life was actually worth it.

After coffee, Johnny went for a run, and he’d found himself at Bambi’s apartment before he even realized he had a direction. Turning around, he’d gone home, and once he was done in the shower, he’d called Jaehyun to invite him over for dinner.

After finding out Jaehyun had been with Bambi- Johnny couldn’t get the image out of his head. 

He’d been down this road before.

There’d been many instances where Johnny and Jaehyun went after the same girl- they had similar tastes. 

There’d been their first love, a girl they’d met in university. She was a sorority girl and both men had fallen head over heels for her, bending over backwards for her attention. In the end, Jaehyun had been the one who captured her heart- only for him to tear it up and step on it, all while Johnny watched from the sidelines.

The girl had rushed into Johnny’s arms afterwards, seeking comfort, telling him she’d made a mistake- but Johnny had enough respect for himself - even back then, before he was a rich man - to tell her no.

Most girls seemed to choose Jaehyun over Johnny, and Johnny had spent many years coming to terms with it. Jaehyun had this natural charisma, this effortless way of being- and girls naturally gravitated towards him- but he’d never had a solid relationship like Johnny had.

Johnny had been in one long lasting arrangement with a girl, but when he and his friends started going down a ‘darker’ path than the average man, she’d run, too frightened of the late nights, the gun in his bedside table, and the blood she found on his collar from shirts he’d thrown into the laundry when he hadn’t been in his right mind.

Johnny had had a taste of what love could look like, and it had haunted him for the past few years as he walked down his lonely path- and then he’d found Bambi, a girl who had - for better or for worse - found herself on a similar, bloodied set of circumstances- and Johnny wasn’t about to let her slip through his fingers to Jae- who would tear her up and spit her out.

When Jaehyun arrived at Johnny’s apartment for dinner and drinks in the early evening, Johnny waited eagerly for an opportunity to bring up Bambi, but there never seemed to be a good opening. So, finally, when the two moved to sit on the balcony, beers in hand, Johnny simply asked, “what are your intentions with Bambi?”

“My intentions?” Jaehyun laughed, taking a sip of his beer as he settled into his chair.

“I was going to ask you if you’re interested in her, but i figured the answer would obviously be yes, i mean, look at her. So yeah,” Johnny collapsed into his own chair, sighing, “what are your intentions.”

“Come on Johnny, you can’t be serious.” Jaehyun scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Can’t i?” Johnny raised a brow, starting to feel anger bubbling inside of him at his friends' avoidance of answering the simple question.

“I just mean-” Jaehyun adjusted his grip on his drink, gaze dipping, “she’s a stripper, what intentions are there?”

“You ignorant slut.” 

“What?” Jaehyun cracked a laugh, but there was little humour in it.

“I called you an ignorant slut you fucking pinecone.” Johnny stood up, setting his beer down in favour of grabbing onto the railing, focusing his gaze out at the city below in an attempt to calm himself.

It was quiet, and Johnny really didn’t blame Jaehyun for not having a comeback. After all, what do you say when someone calls you a pinecone? 

Johnny could hear Jaehyun stand, and then come to stand next to him. “Dude.” he said, taking another sip of his drink, “you have it baaaaaad.”

Johnny groaned, gripping the rail until his knuckles turned white, “fuck off, you’re still a pinecone.” 

Sunday 

Bambi stood in front of her mirror, holding the outfit in front of her body. She tilted her head, eyes assessing the black dress. It was cute, sure, but was it sophisticated enough? Did it straddle the line of being CEO assistant appropriate whilst still screaming ‘I’m a sex bomb’? 

And why did she care so much?

Bambi groaned, tossing the dress onto her bed. She swirled her Chardonnay, sipping at it while pacing her room.  

She was eager to go to sleep. Eager to wake up and be able to go into the office to see Johnny- and the idea that she was eager over a man?! It had her terrified.

Her new boss had been a frequent visitor of her thoughts all day, and it wasn’t a shock as to the reason why.

Bambi had had a sex dream about Johnny the night before, and he seemed to have a grip on her heart as tight as his grip had been on her neck in her dream. It had been delicious- and to make matters worse, Bambi’s memory of it was not complete.

She knew it had been Johnny, could remember his beautiful brown eyes and the way he’d dwarfed her. She could remember his dirty talk, how he’d called her a good girl and praised her- and she could remember waking up when she came- but other details were fuzzy, and she desperately wanted them to be clear.

She wanted the memory of fucking Johnny to be as vivid as her memories of their other interactions, all the way down to the way he would gnaw on his lower lip when he was thinking something through-

With a groan, Bambi collapsed onto her bed, staring at her ceiling. 

There had to be a way she could make this work. He was already paying her big money to be an assistant- what if she brought up the idea of sugar babying? Would that be putting too much out on the line?

What if he fired her?

What if she made him uncomfortable?

Bambi frowned- she rarely doubted her ability to make men fall for her- but now that she was thinking about it, the rich men she wooed had always been superficial. They’d liked her for her body, not her mind-

But Johnny wasn’t like that. 

He treated her well. He treated her like a person. 

And she didn’t want to mess that up.

But she’d be damned if she didn’t at least try to work something out with him that would result in the gorgeous ceo falling into her bed- for him, maybe she’d be okay if he didn’t love her back- if that was, indeed, what she was feeling.

But then again, how could she possibly be in love already?

Bambi had never felt this confused in her entire life, and she went to sleep with a stormy mind.

Monday 

Johnny wasn’t sure where to look, at the food he should have been eating, or at the absolute snack sitting in front of him. He stabbed at a piece of tofu, forcing his gaze down while Bambi told him about his schedule.

“And then tomorrow, you actually have a pretty relaxed day.” She said, “What's your evening look like?”

Johnny lifted his eyes, laughing a little, “nosey.” He tutted, earning a sigh from the beautiful woman.

“You’re not going to tell me what you’re doing tomorrow night?” Bambi frowned, tilting her head at him.

Johnny smiled softly, giving in immediately, “after work I’ll probably go home, go for a run, that sort of thing.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm?” Johnny laughed, feeling very judged.

“Yeah, hmm.”

“What are you doing tomorrow night, gorgeous? Something much better than a run?” 

“Maybe.” Bambi twiddled with her fork before setting it down, folding one hand over the other as she placed them on Johnny’s table, her long nails clicking against the wood. She was nervous, and he wanted to know why.

“Just maybe?” Johnny pushed.

Bambi sighed, her eyes shifting over Johnny’s body in a way that made him feel very exposed, a feeling he didn’t get often. “I was thinking maybe my sugar daddy would take me out for dinner.”

“Your sugar daddy?” Johnny dropped his fork in shock.

Bambi nodded, cocking her head again in a way that Johnny found to be quite endearing. “But I think maybe he’s going to choose a run over me.”

Things clicked in Johnny’s brain, but it took a moment for him to fully register Bambi’s words. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart as his mind worked to form a coherent sentence while Bambi stared at him, waiting patiently, like the good girl she was.

“A stupid sugar daddy.” Johnny clicked his tongue finally. Then he leaned forward, resting his chin on the palm of one hand. He allowed his eyes to trail over Bambi’s body the way she’d looked at him earlier, taking in the pretty shirt that had him just itching to reach out and brush his fingers across her exposed collarbones and trace the swell of her breast-

“Sir?” Bambi blinked at him.

Johnny licked his lips. “No games,” he said. “I’m interested. What kind of allowance are you looking for?”

“Allowance? Sir, you’re already paying me ten grand-”

Johnny scoffed, “stop underselling your worth darling, i pay you ten grand for your assistant work, which i expect you to continue, if you’d like. I’m asking how much you want on top of that.” 

Johnny was quite pleased with himself for knowing the ins and outs of sugar babying even though he’d never had one himself. Doyoung had had one briefly, and Johnny had been witness to the rules and regulations that Doyoung had imposed, hell, he’d even made a complete contract with the girl-

If Johnny was remembering correctly, the allowance Doyoung had given his baby was enough- but he wanted to give Bambi more than that. He wanted her every need to be met. He wanted her pampered, wanted her to have her nails done, her hair- anything-

He wanted what she wanted, more than he’d ever wanted anything before, because Bambi’s smile was like his heroin, and he’d just been offered a steady supply. 

“Sir-” Bambi said again, a warning in her voice.

“It’s Johnny.” He reminded her, pulling out his wallet. At first, he went for cash, and then he thought the better of it, his nimble fingers grabbing one of his multiple black credit cards. “Here.” he tossed it down.

“What’s this for?” Bambi blinked up at him, remaining very still, hands not reaching for the card.

“Shoes, hair, nails- it’s for anything.” Johnny said simply. “I’m taking you out for dinner tomorrow night, and I want you feeling like a princess.” 

Tuesday 

With her nails freshly manicured, Bambi felt like she could do anything. Having always been able to read rich men, and play them even better, Bambi decided to take a few pictures of outfits- not of the one she was planning to wear - but of the ones that didn’t make the cut, the ones that were still sexy enough to get Johnny going, without being the main attraction.

Bambi stared down at her phone after sending two images of outfits along with a text that said ‘preference?’, and she was shocked at how loud her heart was. 

Johnny was generally quite fast with messaging back, and Bambi waited a good three minutes before groaning and tossing her phone onto her bed, determined to get on with her routine in preparation for dinner.

But when her phone dinged shortly after, Bambi found herself all but jumping for it, eager to receive praise, which she knew Johnny would bestow more than willingly.

‘You look gorgeous in both doll’ and then, ‘can i pick you up at seven?’

Bambi quickly shot a text back at her new sugar daddy/boss/saviour - she was starting to think of him that way, after all, what else do you call a man who lifts you out of a job where you can be traumatized- 

Bambi frowned at herself in the mirror when she set her phone down, mind going back to the day before when she’d pulled up her big girl panties and put herself out on the line. 

She’d been less than pleased when one of Johnny’s first questions pertained to allowances, which, in all honesty, had been the farthest thing from Bambi’s mind when she’d offered her… services.

She’d kind of hoped he’d take her right there. Throw everything off his desk and pin her down, shoving her skirt up to her waist because he simply could not wait any longer to have her-

And yet, he’d been all business, very much as he’d always been.

When Bambi walked down to the lobby of her building to find Johnny waiting for her next to a Lamborghini, she reminded herself not to fall in love too fast.

And when he took her to one of the best restaurants in the city, she reminded herself that the pampering was part of the lifestyle, part of business, which is what they spent the majority of the time discussing.

But when Johnny ordered dessert for them to share, and insisted on feeding her - holding out the piece of cheesecake on the fork for her to accept with her mouth - she couldn’t help but think there was more to it for him. 

He grinned, delighted with himself when Bambi smiled at the taste of the dessert. “It’s good.” She told him, resting her chin on her palm as she watched Johnny take a bite next. “You like sweet things, hmm?”

Johnny laughed, setting the fork down so he could match her gaze, also resting his chin on his palm as he leaned forward in his chair. “It would take one to know one darling.”

“I can’t wait to be dessert.” Bambi said, the words slipping out before she could stop them- only for her to realize she was allowed to say these sorts of things now that their relationship had taken another step.

Johnny hummed, swallowing thickly and straightening again. Bambi adored that she could get a reaction out of him by saying suggestive things in a public restaurant like this. 

“You’re being bad.” Johnny clicked his tongue at her, but there was still a hint of a smile on his face.

“Do you like that?” Bambi asked, tilting her head as she watched him go for another scoop of cake, which he then offered to her. She wrapped her lips around the fork, enjoying the way Johnny’s gaze was fixed to her mouth.

“Bad girls are fun, but they need to be disciplined.” Johnny stated factually, readying some dessert for himself, “and I’m not really one for putting my foot down on pretty women.”

“So you won’t step on me?” Bambi couldn’t help the giggle that tumbled past her lips and Johnny laughed with her.

Then he sighed, leaning back in his chair. He smiled, looking around and waving down the waitress for the cheque. “Bad girl.” he said again, shaking his head at Bambi before the waitress returned.

Bambi watched him pay, enjoying the visual of his side profile when he turned to accept the card machine. He was so beautiful- and then the waitress was gone, and Johnny returned his gaze to Bambi- only for it to move down to the dessert. “Finish your cake.”

“How can i finish it if you have the fork?” Bambi countered, smirking at the way she’d played him into a corner.

Johnny smiled at her, stabbing the last bite with the prongs of his utensil, which he then held out to her. “Say ‘ah’ gorgeous.”

“Ah.” She humoured him, opening her mouth and leaning forward, knowing it would push her breasts up in a way that would be devastating to the man in front of her. She watched his eyes play ‘what do i prioritize’ as they bounced between her face, lips, and chest.

Then she leaned back again, chewing thoughtfully, all the while meeting Johnny’s gaze with the best bedroom eyes she could muster.

“Let’s get out of here.” Johnny said the moment she’d swallowed.

He stood up, offering his hand out to Bambi as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And she accepted it, as if she had a hundred times before.

“Your place or mine?” Bambi asked when they were once again in the safety of his car, and her eyes slipped down to watch the way his large, warm, beautiful hand found its way to her bare thigh, his long fingers testing and squeezing at her flesh.

“Yours.” He responded immediately, the engine roaring to life.

“Thank you for dinner.” Bambi said, trying to make small talk even as Johnny sped his car through downtown Chicago, a man on a mission.

“Of course baby.” Johnny cooed, squeezing her thigh again. “I like pampering you.”

“I like being pampered by you.” Bambi admitted.

“Just by me?” Johnny snuck a glance at her, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

“Just by you.” Bambi said quietly, feeling her skin flush with embarrassment at the confession. It felt odd to be telling him she wasn’t seeing anyone else, even though she figured it must have been somewhat obvious based on how much time she’d spent with him over the past two weeks. “And what about you?”

“Hmm?”

She watched the way he sucked his lower lip between his teeth while he drove, and she couldn't help but smile at his little habit. “Do you only like pampering me?”

Johnny chuckled, his hand moving up Bambi’s leg slightly and squeezing one final time before returning to the wheel as he pulled into a spot in front of Bambi’s building. “I like pampering people in different ways.” Johnny said, “but if you’re asking if you’re my only sugar baby, then the answer is yes, you are.” 

The car came to a stop and Johnny turned to look at Bambi, who wouldn’t meet his gaze. He grabbed at her jaw, gently prompting her to turn to face him. He smiled at her. “You’re cute.” he told her.

Then he was letting her go, opening his door and exiting the car. 

Bambi watched him come around the front of the vehicle. He’d asked her when he picked her up if she would allow him to open doors for her, and she kind of enjoyed the chivalry of it all when he also helped her out of the Lamborghini, his hand steady and warm. 

Bambi’s heart was racing in her chest as they walked up to the building, her mind reeling at all the things they were going to do-

Then Johnny was stopping abruptly, pulling Bambi back and causing her to nearly trip in her heels. Her hands landed on his shoulders, and he grabbed at her waist, looking down at her with a smile and warm eyes.

“Aren’t you coming up?” Bambi asked in confusion.

Johnny shook his head, continuing to look down at her with a soft expression. 

“But don’t you want to-” Bambi’s heart was racing even harder in her chest, and she couldn’t even finish her sentence, her eyes moving over Johnny’s shoulder to assess a woman passing on the street behind him.

“You’re cute,” he told her, like he had in the car, “thinking I’m going to fuck you on the first date. A cute little baby.” he laughed slightly. 

“But I’m your sugar baby, don’t you want-” 

“To pamper you? Yes, I do, and I just did. I can’t have you getting too greedy.” his fingers pressed into Bambi’s waist, pulling her flush to his chest.

This close, Bambi could really admire the beautiful colour of his eyes and the wonderful structure of his face, but her gaze slid down to his pretty lips and she knew that what little composure she had was gone, replaced with a need that was getting more incessant the more Johnny rejected her offers to allow him to come upstairs. 

“But-” Bambi frowned, ready to turn on her power of persuasion-

Only to be cut off with Johnny’s mouth pressing against her own. 

It took a moment for Bambi to give in, she’d so desperately wanted to convince him to come upstairs with her words- but as she melted into the kiss, she realized she could bend him to her will in other ways.

Bambi’s arms wrapped around the back of Johnny’s neck and she shifted on her tiptoes to get closer to the tall man who had turned her life upside down. Tilting her head to the side, she opened her mouth more, rewarded when his tongue moved past her lips. A groan bubbled in her chest and she kissed him harder, taking a step backwards, towards her apartment-

Johnny laughed, pulling his lips just out of her reach. Bambi’s eyes opened and she met Johnny’s amused gaze. “Sleep well kitten.” he told her, giving her one last peck of a kiss that was way too chaste for her liking-

Then he let her go, and Bambi removed her arms from behind his neck, looking up at him in shock. She was speechless, and no man had ever left her speechless from a kiss before.

“Go on.” Johnny prompted her, putting his hands into his pockets and motioning to the door behind her with his chin. “Go on up, I want to watch to make sure you’re safe.”

She wanted to ask what he thought could happen to her in the meter it would take for her to get to her door. But she couldn’t speak, couldn’t stand up against the man who genuinely seemed like he just wanted to make sure she was safe. So instead, she nodded, turning and following through with his instruction.

Her key fit into the lock and she entered the apartment building, turning to look back at Johnny, who had moved to lean back against the hood of his car, his eyes still on her.

“Johnny?” his name felt foreign on her lips.

“Yes, gorgeous?”

“Thank you.” 

He laughed, shaking his head, “no, thank you.”

Wednesday

The first picture Johnny received during his eleven o'clock drive down to the warehouse was somewhat tame. Bambi was in a high end store, and the shirt she had on was a pretty floral, something Johnny had mentioned earlier in the week in passing. 

The smile that came to his face upon the realization that she was out and shopping specifically for his tastes was enough to draw the attention of Mark, who was sitting opposite of Johnny in the back of their company car. 

“Who texted you?” Mark asked, hitting the button on his left that rolled the divider up between the two men and their chauffeur, a man Mark trusted, but not enough to hear juicy details about Johnny.

“Bambi.” Johnny responded, his thumbs working to type up a quick message of praise as well as a firm statement that read ‘buy it’. 

“What’s going on with all of that?” Mark questioned, his fingers strumming against the leather seat next to him.

“With all of what?” Johnny pocketed his phone, leaning his elbow on the window space next to him, his fingers brushing the underside of his chin as he stared down his friend.

“Jae told me that you have a thing for her.” Mark shrugged. “Was just wondering how it was going.”

Johnny studied his friend, reading the sincerity in his voice. Mark wasn’t asking about specifics so he could tear into Johnny about seeing a stripper or paying her copious amounts of money- he was genuinely interested in Johnny’s happiness, and Johnny didn’t see the harm in allowing Mark to be his first friend to hear about the progress in his relationship with the ex stripper.

“She’s my sugar baby now.” Johnny said pointedly.

“What?! Dude?!” Mark lurched a little in his seat, a massive grin spreading across his face, “that’s amazing! You asked her?”

“No, she asked me.”

“What?!” Mark was leaning forward fully now, a look of shock and excitement in his twinkling eyes.

Johnny chuckled, telling Mark the short story of how Bambi had mentioned a sugar daddy taking her for dinner, and how she’d hinted at it being him. He told Mark how they’d gone out for dinner the night before, and how much he enjoyed it.

“So did you two-” Mark’s ears turned red and Johnny laughed, enjoying the way his friend always got kind of bashful about sex, as if he wasn't a super wealthy, and quite sexuality active, ceo himself.

Johnny shook his head. “No, I dropped her home afterwards.”

“But she’s your sugar baby?” Mark tilted his head, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Having a sugar baby isn’t all about the sex you know.” Johnny sighed, his phone dinging in his pocket. “It’s about pampering-” his train of thought was abruptly cut short as his eyes scanned the new picture that Bambi had sent.

The second image was much more scandalous than the first, and Johnny had not been anticipating such a quick progression from pretty floral shirt to a little lingerie number that covered just enough to make Johnny wonder what he was missing, while tantalizing him to the point he was considering telling his driver to turn the entire car around and take him to the mall so he could fuck Bambi in the change room-

“What did she send now?” Mark asked, leaning forward and prompting Johnny to shield his phone from his friend’s prying eyes.

“Clothes. She’s shopping.” Johnny responded, vowing to call Bambi the moment he and Mark were out of the car and he could step away somewhere private. 

“And you’re not shopping with her?” Mark’s confusion made Johnny laugh, he had a reputation for being a fashion icon, and he was also beginning to wonder why he was allowing Bambi to go and try outfits on without him.

“Not this time.” Johnny said, vowing to make that change.

He’d always enjoyed women’s fashion, and Johnny, as a red blooded male, liked to think he knew style. His first girlfriend, when he’d been a teenager, had loved it when he doted on her. He would take her shopping for hours, enjoying every moment of it as he got to dress up his little doll in clothes that made her look like a million bucks-

And now that he could afford the clothes that not only looked but cost a million bucks- Johnny really wanted to be a part of the selection process again.

The car pulled to a stop and the two men got out, Mark immediately heading to the door that would take them into the large warehouse. “You coming?” he asked when he realized Johnny wasn’t next to him.

“In a moment.” Johnny waved him on, calling Bambi and lifting the phone to his ear, turning his back on Mark.

His baby answered on the third ring with a “yes daddy?” that had Johnny nearly stuttering.

He swallowed thickly, closing his eyes and trying to focus. “How’s my kitten enjoying her shopping?” he asked, pleased at how smooth his voice sounded despite his physical reaction to the way the word Daddy had sounded on Bambi’s lips.

“It’s going very well.” Bambi all but purred in response. “Did you get my picture, sir?”

Johnny hummed low in his throat, opening his eyes to look around and make sure that one of his friends wasn’t going to suddenly arrive and walk in on him having something close to phone sex in the middle of the street. “Yes I did gorgeous, did you pick that set out for me?”

“Of course. It has a few little bows that I thought you’d enjoy tugging at while you open your present.” 

Johnny chuckled, then he sighed, shaking his head at her behaviour and the way she always knew what to say to get his engine revving. “Are you that eager for my cock kitten?”

“I wouldn't be so eager if you had just accepted the invitation up to my apartment last night.” Came Bambi’s coy response. 

“I have to make you wait a little longer, don’t i kitten? Can’t just be bending to your every whim.” 

“Why not?”

He could hear the pout on her words, and he could tell she wasn’t fully serious, which made him grin. “Because then you’d be a spoiled little baby, and I don't like brats.”

“You’d like me if i were a brat.”

Johnny swallowed thickly, knowing she was right. He wasn’t the type to spend too much time teaching proper protocols or behaviours to hookups- but for Bambi? He might enjoy watching her stand up to him only for her to break when he applied the right pressure-

“When do i see you again?” Johnny asked, gaze moving to the door to the warehouse where Yuta had exited and was looking pointedly at the ceo.

“Whenever you want daddy.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Not tonight?” Bambi practically whimpered, and it made Johnny let out a low groan, turning his back to Yuta so he could have one last moment of privacy.

“Greedy girl.” He cooed. 

“Greedy for you.”

Johnny swallowed thickly at her tone, and he found himself becoming more and more attracted to the pouty bratty act with every response from his new sugar baby. “Clear my schedule tomorrow night baby, I'll pick you up at six.”

“Okay daddy.”

“And darling?”

“Hmm?”

“If you spend anything less than two grand in that lingerie store, I'll have to punish you, and i will be checking receipts to make sure.”

Thursday 

Bambi knew she looked amazing as she exited her apartment to find Johnny waiting for her with his Lamborghini. She’d spent all day planning her outfit, and the tight, red dress that hugged her every curve has a record of being a show stopper- in fact, someone had even crashed their car from being too busy gawking at Bambi the first time she’d worn it for a night on the town.

Johnny let out a low whistle, pushing off from his car and holding out a hand for Bambi. “Do a twirl for me sweetheart.” He prompted, lifting their joined fingers so he could assist her in the spin that Bambi was more than willing to preform for him.

“What do you think?” she asked, eager for compliments after going a day without her newfound source of joy.

“I think you look amazing.” Johnny said, his voice dipping as he roughly tugged Bambi to his chest, grinning down at her while his hands found her hips. “Give papa a kiss.”

“Papa?” Bambi raised a brow at him, unable to help the laugh that tumbled out of her.

Johnny shut her up with his lips, and her giggles died down in favour of kissing him back. Her arms went around the back of his neck and she pushed her body flush to his chest, enjoying the contact while Johnny’s  hand moved down to grab at her ass, squeezing. Bambi let out a soft moan that Johnny immediately ate up, his lips twisting into a smirk as he pulled away, blinking down at her. “Ready to go?”

Bambi nodded. “Your place?”

Johnny chuckled. “You’re not even going to let me wine and dine you first?”

Bambi shook her head, biting into her lower lip while she looked up at Johnny with bedroom eyes, fluttering her lashes in an attempt to win him over.

Johnny sighed, shaking his head, “what am i going to do with you?”

“Anything you want.” Bambi answered, leaning forward to press a kiss to the underside of Johnny’s jaw. He swallowed thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing and making his already beautiful neck look even more inviting.

“Let’s go.” Johnny said, releasing Bambi’s waist. The two of them entered the car, and Johnny’s hand found Bambi’s thigh nearly immediately, his warm fingers giving her a small squeeze. “Did you enjoy shopping yesterday?”

Bambi nodded, resting her hand on top of Johnny’s and lacing their digits. “I had a lot of fun.”

“How much did you end up spending in that lingerie store?” Johnny snuck a glance at Bambi when they reached a red light, and she felt her skin heat with anticipation.

“Just over two grand, like you told me to.”

“And you have the receipts to prove it?” Johnny asked, his hand moving up and down her thigh, fingers tracing little patterns.

“Of course.” Bambi couldn’t help but laugh, shocked at how serious he was about the whole receipt thing. 

“Good girl.” he squeezed her thigh before taking his hand away to return it to the wheel. “Next time you go shopping, i want to go with you.”

“You do?”

Johnny nodded, pulling into the underground garage beneath his building. “Can’t let my baby go shopping without anyone to tell her how amazing she looks in her outfits, and the pictures you sent were nice, but i doubt they do you justice.” 

Bambi was overcome by his words and the way Johnny turned the wheel, expertly backing into his parking space next to his other luxury car in a matter of moments. When he turned the car off, reached for her hand, lifting her knuckles to his lips for a kiss. Then he grinned, pulling away and winking at her, “come on.”

She moved in autopilot, her mind reeling as the elevator went up and up… and up. 

After their last dinner date, where Johnny had left her needy and wanting more, Bambi had been forced to take matters into her own hands. 

Focusing on the image of Johnny in one of his beautiful suits, Bambi had utilized what she remembered of her wet dream to make a somewhat complete picture of what a run in with the tall chicagoan man could look like.

She’d cum harder than she had in months with her own hand wrapped around her throat, too small to be Johnny’s, and, like the fingers buried in her cunt, simply not good enough.

Bambi laced her digits with Johnny’s as the elevator came to a stop at his penthouse, tucking in close to his arm. 

Johnny laughed at her behaviour, stepping out of the elevator and into his luxury penthouse. Bambi had never been in an apartment that was this expensive, with an electronic key card needed for the elevator to take them directly here, and her eyes eagerly took in the space.

“Wow!” Bambi breathed, stepping forward and letting go of Johnny’s arm in favour of heading over to the floor to ceiling windows.

“You like the view?” Johnny asked, joining her.

Bambi nodded.

“You’re my best view.”

“Oh my god!” Bambi rolled her eyes, scoffing- but her reaction was cut short by Johnny stepping behind Bambi and pinning her to the window with body, his hands flat against the window on either side, boxing her in. 

Bambi held herself very still, her heart suddenly racing in her chest as Johnny trailed his nose up her neck, breathing in. “You smell so good.” He told her. “Like flowers. Do you like flowers, princess?”

Bambi swallowed thickly, shifting and pushing her ass back against Johnny. “Yes, daddy.”

“Guess i’ll have to start buying you flowers then.” The man behind her groaned, and she could feel his cock straining against her. He felt big, like the rest of him, and it made Bambi whimper, pushing back against the man who continued to box her in with his massive form. 

“Johnny-” she whined, and he let up a little, allowing her to turn and face him. 

As soon as he was looking into his soft, chocolate brown eyes, everything she was going to say dissipated from Bambi’s mind, and instead, she found herself leaning up to steal a kiss from Johnny.

His hands found her waist, and Johnny pulled her flush to his chest, away from the window. Bambi was so lost in the feeling of his tongue invading her mouth that she was hardly aware of the baby steps he was taking, moving them through his apartment. 

Then Johnny was collapsing back into the couch, dragging Bambi with her, and earning a small scream on the way down from the girl who had been caught unawares. Johnny grinned up at Bambi, helping her adjust to straddle his waist, her knees cushioned against the soft couch, her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. 

“You look so pretty today.” Johnny told her, his fingers pulling at the red strap of her dress, watching it move back against her skin. 

Bambi’s heart swelled with pride, and she kissed him again, cupping his face between two hands. Johnny met her lips with a smile, his grip on her waist tightening and prompting Bambi to grind down against him. 

She could feel his cock dragging against her clit, her dress moving up as she ground down harder, eager for stimulation. “Baby,” Johnny said softly when Bambi moved her kisses to his neck, “i want to see you dance, can you do that for me?”

Bambi felt a shiver run up her spine at the idea of dancing again. Since Johnny plucked her from stripperhood, she hadn’t practiced her movements. “What if i’m not good at dancing anymore?” she asked, pressing a kiss to his skin and hiding in the crook of his neck, her fists moving to ball up in the front of his shirt.

Johnny laughed, “you can’t really be worried about that.” when Bambi didn’t answer, he pushed at her, forcing Bambi away from his neck so she could meet his gaze. His fingers gripped her jaw, “baby, you were the best dancer at the club, i doubt you’ve lost your touch.” he let go of her. “I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, but i’d be lying if i said i haven’t thought about how beautiful you’d look on stage. It’s a shame i never visited my own club and was able to see you before-”

Before the bar fight that ended with Bambi being covered in blood and in need of a rescue. 

The memory of that night lit something in Bambi’s chest, fuelling her with confidence. She was a profession god damn it, whether that be with dancing or assistant tasks, and she was a professional sugar baby too- if Johnny wanted to see her dance, she could give that to him.

“You really wanna see me dance?” she asked, looking up at him and toying with the buttons on his shirt.

Johnny let out a low hum, relaxing back into the couch and letting both of his arms spread out over the top of backrest. “Give me a show, Bambi.”

For a moment, Bambi simply revelled in the sound of her name on his lips. She’d realized he was big on pet names practically the night they met, and while she enjoyed being called princess, baby, gorgeous and the like- having him say her name just felt different. It felt more intimate, and it was enough to have Bambi nearly bursting with energy.

“Do you have music, daddy?” she asked, her fingers moving to his silky black tie, which she began to loosen. 

“Of course,” he pulled his phone out of his pocket, “which song, princess?”

“Dealers choice.” she told him, feeling the confidence surge through her. She could move to any song, could anticipate the music and become one with it, and now she wanted to show off.

Johnny scoffed a little, shaking his head and scrolling through his phone while Bambi got his tie off, tossing it across the room just as music began to play.

She recognized the song immediately, The Weeknd’s ‘Earned it’ playing through bluetooth speakers positioned around the room, the bass already thrumming in Bambi’s chest. 

Johnny tossed his phone down, his full attention moving back to Bambi, who was beginning to sway to the beat while she straddled him. When her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, popping them open, Johnny chuckled, relaxing back against the couch again and squaring his shoulders.

Bambi moved smoothly, sliding off of him and onto the ground between his legs, wiggling her hips before straightening again, her hands grabbing at his shoulders to push at the fabric of his shirt.

She allowed her fingers to slip under the white dress shirt, skimming across his collar bones, dragging her nails against his skin, then she removed her hand, turning around and bending to touch her toes before slowly straightening. 

She looked over her shoulder at Johnny to find his gaze fixed to her ass, she swayed to the music, wrapping her arms around herself as she let the music fill her senses. The Weeknd’s lyrics; “Cause girl, you're perfect, You're always worth it, And you deserve it, The way you work it, 'Cause girl, you earned it, yeah, Girl, you earned it,” resonated with her soul, and Bambi found her eyes closing, her body completely overtaken by the seductive tune.

With a sigh, Bambi grabbed at the bottom of her dress, slowly sliding it up her legs. She hadn’t planned on stripping for Johnny, but luckily for Bambi, the dress she was wearing was of the stretchy kind, and it was all too easy for her to lift it up and over her head, letting the red fabric fall to the floor next to her while she pivoted to look at her sugar daddy. 

Johnny’s teeth were biting into his lower lip, and his eyes looked her up and down, pupils blown with lust. Bambi stepped forward, straddling Johnny, whose hands found her waist immediately. 

“Off?” Bambi asked, undoing the last few buttons of Johnny’s shirt, the only thing keeping his beautiful body, and tattoos, from her eager eyes.

Johnny grinned at her, leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers while he shrugged the shirt off. Bambi’s hands found his abdomen and slid up to his strong shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin. She tangled her fingers in his hair, rolling her hips to the beat of the music.

When she pulled her lips from his, Johnny was breathing heavily. Now shirtless, she could see all of the marks that adorned his pretty skin, and she found herself tracing the floral on his chest, momentarily distracted, which had never happened mid performance before. 

With a sigh, Bambi latched onto Johnny’s shoulders, using his body as an anchor while she tilted her head back, pushing her breasts up towards his face. Johnny eagerly grabbed at the small of her back, adding more support while moved his face closer to her chest, nuzzling his nose against her skin. 

One of his hands moved up, playing with the back of her bra. “May I?” he asked, leaning forward to press a kiss to Bambi’s throat that nearly had her twitching, he’d been so close to her sweet spot-

She nodded, swallowing thickly, her own hands trailing from his shoulders down to his pectoral muscles and back. She was all but holding her breath as Johnny peppered her collar bones in kisses while his fingers unhooked the clasp of her bra.

“This is so pretty.” he hummed against her skin, moving the straps down her arms gingerly.

“Thank you.” Bambi breathed, unable to help the moan that bubbled up when Johnny pressed a kiss to her neck, suckling at her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging and earning a groan from the man who was all but worshipping her. 

Bambi let go of him in favour of removing her bra completely, and as soon as it was gone, Johnny was kissing her again. He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her tight to his chest, her nipples stimulated by the skin on skin contact. She rolled her hips, trying to angle herself so she could drag across his thick shaft, still held at bay by his pants.

“Johnny.” she whined, and the man in question moved his kisses to her neck before beginning his decent. One of his large hands slid up from Bambi’s waist, cupping at her breast and kneading the flesh gently, earning a moan from the woman who threw her head back in ecstasy, letting out a small whimper. 

His teeth grazed over her nipple, and then his lips suckled at her, earning even more moans from Bambi. 

“Johnny-” she said again, trying to get his attention. As much as she loved his mouth on her like this- she missed the clash of their tongues and the way he seemed to enjoy nibbling on her bottom lip.

Johnny hummed, rubbing his face against her chest before pulling away, blinking up at her, “yes, princess?”

“I want you.” She forced her hand between their bodies, grabbing at his cock and squeezing. Johnny’s fingers dug into her skin, and he groaned, standing up abruptly and causing Bambi to latch onto him, heart lurching in her chest.

“Bedroom.” Johnny told her, cradling her against his body, his hands finding her ass as he carried her through the apartment while Bambi began to kiss his neck to pass the time. 

“I like your tattoos.” Bambi hummed, resting her head on his shoulder while she allowed her fingers to trace the marks on his skin.

“Thank you.” Johnny smiled, reaching his bedroom. “Where do you want it gorgeous?” he asked, spinning her around and making Bambi giggle while she hung onto his shoulders. “The bathroom? I have a jacuzzi.” he cooed, then he spun her again, “or maybe against the windows- you’re not afraid of heights are you?”

Bambi laughed, shaking her head and looking up at the man with wonder in his eyes. He was absolutely dazzling, and she hadn’t a care in the world where he decided to fuck her, as long as he followed through and promptly blew her back out. 

“You know what?” Johnny spun her around one final time, “i want you on the bed.” then he was tossing her, and Bambi was free falling, the same butterflies erupting in her tummy right before she landed as she’d been feeling all week. She propped herself up on her elbows, laughing at the man who stood at the foot of the bed, his hands already working on his belt.

“Can i help?” she made a move to sit up fully, eager to sink to her knees for him and show her sugar daddy exactly what her mouth could do- but Johnny shook his head, looking up at her, his eyes trailing over her body.

“Stay exactly where you are.” he told her.

Bambi smiled, letting out a sigh and relaxing into the bed, enjoying the way the sheets felt against her bare skin. Then Johnny roughly grabbed her foot, dragging Bambi down the bed and earning a small scream of surprise from the woman he blanketed his body over, grabbing at Bambi’s hands and bringing them above her head while he ground down against her.

They were both still in underwear, and Bambi groaned at the realization, “Johnny-”

“It’s funny,” he grinned down at her, rolling his hips to apply pressure against Bambi’s core. “You only ever call me sir when we’re outside, and the moment we’re in here and you want something, all of the sudden it’s ‘Johnny’, you know the effect you have on me, don’t you gorgeous?”

She did.

She knew he liked hearing his own name on her lips, and Bambi felt her skin flush with embarrassment. She hadn’t meant to be so transparent.

“Hey, look at me.” Johnny’s fingers found her jaw and he grinned down at her. “Why are you getting shy?”

Bambi tried to kiss him, but Johnny stayed just out of reach, his eyes searching hers, waiting patiently for an answer.

“I just-” Bambi looked away, only for Johnny’s fingers to find her chin again, his grip stronger this time. “You see through me.”

“I do?” Johnny made a show of looking her up and down, “i see you right now.”

“No I mean-” Bambi sighed again, “just kiss me?”

To Bambi’s great relief, Johnny gave in, his lips soft against her own. He even relented when Bambi pushed at his shoulders, rolling onto his back to let Bambi be the one on top. When she was situated nicely, straddling his waist, Bambi straightened, her hands coming to rest on Johnny’s chest while he looked up at her with eyes that had stars in them.

Bambi rolled her hips, groaning when Johnny’s cock dragged against her clit, the fabric covering their bodies adding to the stimulation. Johnny grabbed at the back of Bambi’s head, forcing her down so he could kiss her while his hands found her waist, helping her dry hump him until she was sure her panties would be ruined from her arousal. 

“Can i-” Bambi was about to ask, but Johnny was two steps ahead, his hands grabbing at her thong and roughly ripping it off her body, earning a shocked sound of surprise from the woman straddling him. Then he lifted his own hips, pushing his briefs down to release his cock, which slapped up against his abdomen.

Bambi couldn’t help herself, her hand slipping between their bodies again even as she kissed Johnny like her life depended on it. Her thumb brushed over the hard tip, spreading precum over him, and Johnny groaned, hips buckling up.

Then they were rolling again, Johnny easily pinning Bambi to the bed. He pulled his lips from hers, grinning down at his prize. “Condoms.” he told her, arm extending towards his bedside table.

“Pill.” Bambi responded, grabbing Johnny’s face with both hands, “fuck me, please.” 

Johnny chuckled into the kiss, shaking his head slightly but bending to her will again. He lined himself up with her entrance and Bambi held her breath, only for Johnny to pause. “I want to taste you.”

Bambi groaned, from frustration or from lust, she wasn’t sure. The idea of him eating her out was absolutely amazing- but she wanted him, all of him, and she wanted him now. “Later.” Bambi told him, shaking her head, “please Johnny, please!” she moved her kisses to his neck, not wanting him to see her face. She was so needy, eyes prickling with tears at the mere notion she’d have to wait even one more minute before he stuffed her full with his cock.

“This might hurt.” he warned her, and Bambi wanted to scoff. Lots of men felt they had enormous dicks, or at least, ones that were big enough to warrant a warning.

As Johnny began to push into her, Bambi realized his warning was one she had to take seriously.

“Fuck-” Bambi moaned, burying her face in the crook of Johnny’s neck while her lover towered over her, his massive body pushing her into the bed as his cock sunk into her tight hole. 

“Jesus christ princess,” Johnny groaned, “you’re so fucking tight- when was the last time you got fucked?”

Bambi whimpered when Johnny was fully sheathed in her, and he moved his head away from her in favour of getting a look at her face. Bambi bent under his chocolatey gaze, “a while.” she admitted, tangling her fingers in his hair. “But i had a dream you fucked me last weekend, and it was so good.”

Johnny chuckled, beginning to thrust his hips, which earned delightful sounds from the woman beneath him. “Last weekend, huh?” he grinned. “So that’s why you came into my office on Monday with your guns blazing.”

Bambi moaned in response, tightening her legs around his hips as Johnny found a rough rhythm. 

“Was i good in your dream?” Johnny asked, grabbing at her chin so she had to look him in the eyes.

Bambi nodded, “so good.”

“What did I do to you?” he leaned forward until his lips were just brushing Bambi’s, and his grip on her jaw kept her just out of reach so she was practically whimpering for his kisses.

“You choked me-” Bambi moaned when Johnny’s hand followed through with her words, sliding down to her throat and applying pressure. “And you called me your good girl.”

“You are my good girl, right gorgeous?” 

Bambi nodded, feeling tears beginning to well in her eyes at how good everything felt- and in the corners of her mind lurked the dark idea that all Bambi was to Johnny was a sugar baby. She was fucking him, and it felt intimate, but she had to remind herself not to be too attached- 

But how could she not be?

How could she not become attached to the man who saved her, clothed her, fed her, and was now fucking her so good she’d be practically ruined for anyone else- because who else would ever compare after this? 

“Those better be happy tears.” Johnny cooed, releasing her neck in favour of brushing away the track that had been left in the wake of Bambi’s surge of emotion.

Bambi nodded, but she knew from the look on Johnny’s face that he didn’t buy it. “Here.” he pulled away from Bambi and she fought to keep him close, but she was no match for her six foot two counterpart. He easily manhandled her to be straddling his lap, his cock once again buried deep inside of her, but now he was sitting up, his back against the headboard, his hands smoothed up and down her sides before pulling her closer. “Tell me what’s wrong.” he said, pressing soft kisses to her face.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Bambi told him, attempting to lift herself in order to sink back onto his length for stimulation, but Johnny’s grip on her tightened, holding her still.

“I’m not going to keep fucking you until you’re honest with me.” he told her. “And i’m warning you, with your tits in my face like this, i can stay hard all day.”

Bambi cracked a smile at his words, hating that he could tell something was wrong- hating that he cared enough to work it out of her.

“I don’t know what to say.” she admitted. 

“Then say anything. I’m sure you’ll find the words.” Johnny moved his kisses to her neck and Bambi sighed, tilting her head back to give him more space. 

“I just-” Bambi moaned when Johnny began to suckle on a spot just below her ear. She sighed, closing her eyes.

Bambi was going to take a leap of faith, and she was prepared to go splat all over the concrete. 

“You want the truth?” she asked, looking for one last way out.

“The whole truth and nothing but.” Johnny smirked against her throat.

“I know you’re my sugar daddy and that generally this sort of thing has rules about feelings but-” Bambi groaned and Johnny pulled away from her neck, but she couldn’t look at him, so instead she covered her eyes with her hands. “I have feelings, and i’m sorry, and i’ll get rid of them-”

“Why are you hiding?” Johnny interrupted, softly grabbing at the hands that she was using to cover her eyes. “Hey, look at me.”

“No.” Bambi pouted, closing her eyes once Johnny had successfully moved her hands out of the way.

“Hey, look at me.” he was chuckling softly, and when his hands came to cup her face, Bambi finally took in a deep breath and opened her eyes, blinking at the soft man below her. “Who says you have to get rid of your feelings?”

“What?” Bambi’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“I asked, who the fuck told you,” his hand moved to her throat, squeezing, “you had to get rid of your feelings for me?”

“I did.” Bambi squeaked, and Johnny took away some of the pressure he’d applied to her neck, furrowing his brows. “I told myself i can’t have feelings.”

“Why?” he looked quite confused.

“Because you’re my sugar daddy and these things don’t work that way!” Bambi groaned, pushing at Johnny’s hands so she could hide her face in the crook of his neck. “I’m a stripper-”

“Ex stripper.”

“Who cares?! I’m still an ex stripper and ex strippers don’t get the guy.” Bambi was nearly trembling, and she could feel tears welling in her eyes at her statement. It was painful to be honest like this, but she’d seen the way things worked out with girls in her business. No matter how many times Lucas had come to the club to see one of the dancers, a girl named Crystal, he never made a commitment, and Bambi had always known the reason for it.

For so much of her life, Bambi had prided herself on being a realist, on being someone who had a job to do and got it done- but now she was allowing feelings to get in the way of her doing her job- no one wanted a crying stripper straddling them-

“Well princess,” his fingers trailed up and down her back, “I’m here, and unless your prince charming is someone else, it looks to me like you got the guy.”

Bambi pulled away from his neck to look into his eyes. “But i don’t mean just for now Johnny, i mean-” 

“I know what you mean.” Johnny shushed her with a kiss, “and you don’t see me going anywhere, do you? Bambi, i pay you fifteen grand just to have a lunch date with me- do you really think the feelings you have are one way?”

Instead of answering, Bambi kissed him. Her mind was too busy racing for her to be able to come up with a coherent sentence, so she put all of her happiness into her motions, her arms wrapping around the back of Johnny’s neck as she kissed him like her life depended on it. 

Johnny grinned against her lips, his own arms moving around her, and then they were rolling again, Bambi’s back hitting the comforter as Johnny flattened his body over her own, his hips flush to hers. “Ready for more?” he asked, kissing at her eyes to make sure the tears were gone.

Bambi nodded, beaming up at him, “break my back like a glow stick daddy.”

Johnny laughed, burying his face in Bambi’s neck while he groaned, “why was you asking me to break your back so god damned cute?” he moved his kisses up her jaw, then pulled away as his hips began to move, “why is everything you do so god damned cute?” 

Then his hand found her throat and Bambi moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head while her legs twitched on either side of Johnny’s waist.

“My good girl likes being choked, don’t you princess?” Johnny cooed, squeezing tighter. 

Bambi nodded, feeling her pussy tighten around Johnny’s length.

“You close baby?” Johnny asked, his thrusts becoming even rougher, causing the whole bed to hit the wall audibly. 

“Yes Johnny, fuck- you’re so big, it feels so good-” Bambi dug her nails into Johnny’s back and he groaned, his thrusts faltering slightly.

He released her neck in favour of finding both of her hands and lacing his fingers with them. He gently rubbed the tip of his nose against Bambi’s, grinning down at her, “gonna cum with me sweetheart?”

Bambi nodded, pressing her lips to his as Johnny worked them both to their orgasms. She came first, her pussy clamping down on Johnny’s large cock, and it triggered his own high. Johnny squeezed her hands as he came, kissing her even as moans slipped out of them both. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Johnny groaned when they were finished, nuzzling Bambi’s head to the side with his nose so he could pepper her throat in little kisses that had her giggling. 

“No, you.” Bambi said stupidly, too fucked out to be able to say much more.

Johnny laughed at her, rolling them again so Bambi could be on top, then he wrapped his arms around her body, keeping her pressed to his chest. “After this, we should try out the jacuzzi.”

“Jacuzzi first?” Bambi asked, yawning, “don’t you want to fuck me against the windows?”

“I guess there’s time for that too.” Johnny chuckled, his broad, warm chest, moving underneath Bambi’s form. She smiled, pressing her cheek against his skin and listening to his heart. 

There would be time enough for everything, and now that she knew that, she’d never felt more content.

Friday

Johnny’s warm brown eyes scanned Bambi’s form, and the brunette standing by his stove was none the wiser. With her back to him, she was lost in her own little world, her focus entirely set on the eggs she was cooking.

Johnny leaned against the door frame, watching the way Bambi moved one hand to her side, nails clicking against each other while she fidgeted. He wondered what was on her mind.

He smiled when he remembered he could ask her.

Quietly approaching the woman at his stove, Johnny entrapped her easily, his hands finding the counter on either side of her body as he slotted himself against her ass, running his nose past her ear in a way that made her laugh, pulling away. He’d found Bambi was quite ticklish in specific spots, and he’d already abused this newfound fact a number of times, not that she’d seemed to mind.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” he asked.

“Eggs, and your coffee should be done.” 

Johnny pressed a soft kiss to her neck, breathing in her smell while he moved his hands to grab at her waist. “A woman who makes good coffee.” he sighed, “what did i do to deserve this?”

He’d done a lot of things the night before, but he’d be lying if he said he’d been selfless. After they’re dipped the bandaid off and shared their feelings, Bambi and Johnny had hardly been able to keep their hands off of each other.

He’d had her first in the jacuzzi, then against the window- and when Bambi was beginning to look sleepy after three rounds, Johnny had gotten between her legs and eaten her out until her thighs were shaking and she was grabbing at his hair so hard that the pain was making Johnny ready to fuck her all over again-

Yes, he’d done a lot to deserve a cup of coffee, and the visual of Bambi in one of his dress shirts and nothing else. 

Johnny could feel the blood rushing to his cock, and it began to press against his sweatpants, prompting Johnny to hug Bambi tighter, seeking more pressure on the spots he needed her most. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you mumble in your sleep?” Johnny cooed.

“I do not!” Bambi immediately turned in his arms, looking scandalized, her hands finding his shoulders.

“You do.” he insisted, grinning. “Oh Johnny,” he imitated, “Johnny you’re so sexy-”

Bambi rolled her eyes, trying to pull away from her lover, but Johnny held her fast, continuing with his little game as he began to kiss her, starting with her cheek, then her forehead, then her nose-

“You don’t have time for all of this.” Bambi warned him.

“I’ll just call my assistant and tell her i need the day off.” Johnny shrugged. “Hey assistant, i need the day off.”

“But what about your nine o'clock meeting with Mark Lee?”

“He can definitely wait.” Johnny responded, grabbing Bambi’s hand and forcing her to do a small spin for him in the middle of his kitchen. 

“And your eleven o'clock with Mister Kim?” Bambi asked.

“Cancel it.” Johnny tugged her to his chest again. 

“But-”

“No but’s darling.” he told her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “all i want to hear from you today is sir yes sir, got it?”

Bambi sighed, looking up at Johnny with the softest smile he’d ever seen on her bewitching face. “Yes, sir.”

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