Fuck Boy for Hire Part 1
Bang Chan x virgin female reader
Word count: 5.1K
Warnings (see updated info about warnings): None. It's suggestive but no smut (yet)
@hityoulikebahng I'm not getting yelled at for not tagging you again lmao
Part 2
It’s not like you were a virgin for any noble reason. You weren’t waiting for marriage or anything. You just wanted it to be with someone who cared enough to make it special for you. Special didn’t have to be a love confession by candlelight with a bed of rose petals. Not by any means. Just someone who would make sure the sex was as enjoyable for you as it was for them.
In high school, you were nothing but another nerd to the boys. Thick glasses, braces, with the figure of a two by four. They never even looked at you let alone ask you out. You didn’t really care either. You wanted to be a lawyer, and you were focused on studies so you could get into an Ivy league school. Your ‘ugly duckling’ phase ended just in time to start university. Now that your braces were gone and you had curves and contacts, the college guys definitely took note of you and it was hard to ignore the new attention.
There were a lot of first dates. A few guys were lucky and got two or three. Maybe a little making out would happen. Inevitably there was never enough spark there, never enough trust that they were focused on your pleasure too, not just their own, so you could never commit to going any further with them. By the time you took the bar exam, you were too busy to even think about sex. Your main goal at that point was to land a job at the biggest law firm in town. Buckner, Shaffer, and Kim associates.
It wasn’t your dream to work as a defense attorney. Was it anyone’s really? No, defense was a steppingstone in your mind and first female DA in the city had a nice ring to it. If you could get the job at Buckner, Shaffer, and Kim, you would make a good living while helping maintain a top law firm’s winning track record and build a name for yourself. As luck would have it, after three grueling interviews with each of the partners, you were hired.
That was four years ago now. Your life hadn’t gotten less busy in that time, and you were still a virgin. By that time, you had become an asset at the law firm. To anyone who didn’t know better, you looked like a dainty flower, but you were a powerhouse in the courtroom. Just walking in, your presence demanded everyone’s attention. You’re beautiful. Pressed and dressed to impress. You oozed confidence in front of a jury box, and your bosses loved you for it. The way you carried yourself in the courtroom was the reason why, when your closest work girlfriends found out you were a virgin, they were more than a little shocked.
You weren’t entirely sure how the topic had been brought up. You were at an office cocktail party for one of your boss's birthdays. You and some of the girls you were close with were all gathered at a corner table talking and laughing. The topic of dating came up and as the drinks continued to flow, it shifted to the best orgasms, first-times and disaster stories. You had apparently been too quiet for too long. One of your closest friends there, Riya nudged you playfully.
“Okay, so spill! First time story. Go!” Your mouth opened and closed like a fish a few times as your brain lagged for a reply, and your other good friend Yeji chimed in.
“Y/n is so bad ass she probably domed the shit out of her uni’s dean her first time.” The girls all chuckled in agreement and turned their attention back to you for you to confirm or deny their conclusion of your bad assery. You could feel the blush creeping up your neck. There was nothing to be embarrassed about really. So what, you were a virgin. You composed yourself, cleared your throat, and proceeded to confess.
“Well actually I’ve never been with anyone... like that.” The table went dead silent. Riya leaned in closer and lowed her voice like you all hadn’t been in on the same conversation up until that point.
“You’re kidding.” You looked at her matter of factly and shook your head.
“No. I’m not.” The silence stretched after your words.
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” You added after a minute and all of the girls erupted in agreement.
“No no no yea of course not no.” They all talked over each other saying the same things. Yeji spoke up.
“Actually, now that I think about it that makes more sense than what I had initially thought, of course you haven’t!” You straightened up a bit and looked at her funny.
“What does THAT mean?” Yeji’s eyes went a little wide. She shook her head and hands.
“Oh! No, I don’t mean anything bad by it hun. I just mean you wouldn’t be one to settle for just anyone when you want the job done right.” She winked and smiled. Your shoulders slacked and you relaxed again. You got called uptight a lot and you had, on more than one occasion, been told you were cold, or had a stick up your ass. So you worried your friends might have thought you were being stuck up or too picky about it. They quickly quelled those insecurities.
“And honestly good on you girl. Make sure it’s some of that good good. After all you could’ve fucked your TA after you blew him with cinnamon lip plumper on like Riya’s dumb ass did in college.” Riya jabbed Yeji!
“Yah! Hey bitch! Better than getting caught sucking the soul out of the dean’s son in her office! BY THE DEAN!” The table erupted with laughter and Riya bumped shoulders with you.
“Trust girly, you were NOT missing out.” You suppressed your laugh and were thankful for them trying to make you feel more at ease about it.
The topic seemed to change again, and the other girls at the table got sucked into other conversations and pulled away to dance until finally it was just you, Yeji, and Riya at the table. You all sat there sipping your drinks conversating comfortably but after a bit you weren’t surprised when Riya brought up your confession again.
“So you’ve never had sex, but you’ve done other stuff yea? Like oral right?” You downed your drink and signaled one of the waiters for another. You needed to be drunker if you were really getting into this with them. Your drink was placed in front of you, and you took another sip before answering.
“No.” Yeji chimed in.
“Okay but like you’ve done under the clothes stuff.” You shook your head.
“No.” Riya leaned in closer and lowered her voice.
“No one has ever made you... you know...orgasm?” Riya coyly asked. You took another big drink and shrugged your shoulders at both of them.
“Nope.” Yeji let out a low whistle.
“Damn girl. You’ve got more restraint than a strait jacket.” You chuckled, shaking your head.
“I just want to know it’s going to be good and if I don’t know it’s going to be then it’s not worth doing it.” Then an idea popped into Riya’s head.
“And what if you DID?” You cocked your eyebrow, turning to look at her.
“If I did what?” Riya rolled her eyes.
“What if you did know it was going to be good? You’d be ready to give it up?” You thought about it for a second and then nodded.
“Well yea, but a sure thing doesn’t just fall into your lap, I mean that’s the whole point of why I haven’t done it thus far.” Riya nodded along.
“Aaaand what if I DO just so happen to have a sure thing to drop in your lap?” You shook your head.
“I’m not trying to get set up on blind dates, Riya. I’m sure whatever friend you’re thinking of is great...” She shook her head.
“No no nothing like that, although that new paralegal Seungmin... grrrrr.” She rolled her tongue, making a claw with one of her hands. You and Yeji laughed.
“No, I was thinking. What if you hired an escort?” You choked on your drink as Yeji quietly absorbed your other friend’s idea.
“WHA-what?!” You almost shouted but covered your mouth and caught yourself.
“Oh my god yeah! Of course!” Yeji’s gears finally fell into place, and she agreed. You wiped your drink off yourself.
“An escort!? Your sure thing is an escort!? You both have lost your damn minds.” They immediately started to reason with you.
“Now hold on hear me out.” You looked at Riya incredulously and waited for her next words, completely prepared to shut her down.
“You’re a busy woman and yeah you could try and make more time to date around until you find an appealing guy that still only MIGHT satisfy you.” You went to speak, but she continued before you could interrupt her.
“OR the three of us could do a little research and find a highly rated escort who knows how to pleasure a woman with his mouth taped shut and his hands tied behind his back. No strings, only orgasms. A sure thing.” She winked. You wanted to tell her she was crazy again. You wanted to tell her that was the worst idea in the world but instead you found yourself rolling her words around in your head.
“Just think about it, that’s all I'm saying.” Riya added, not wanting to make you feel pressured into doing anything you didn’t want to. You considered it a moment longer and nodded in agreement.
“I guess it won’t hurt to look.” The girls both squealed, clapping excited, holding back the urge to grab their phones and immediately start searching, and you downed the rest of your drink.
A week had gone by since the seed had been planted by Riya, and it had only grown each day, weaving through the lobes of your brain. Late at night you’d pull up escort pages and just stare at the screen, scrolling through men, unsure of what exactly you were looking for. Surely, you’d know when you saw it. Right? Then one night you got a text from Yeji.
Yeji: OMG! Girl look at HIM! *attachment*-
You clicked the linked page in the text, and you were taken to a very sleek, professional looking website. It was unlike others you had investigated. Instead of a plethora of men to scroll through it was a page dedicated to one guy and one guy only. The layout of the page was minimal. Aside from the logo, contact info, and a small link to a bio, there was nothing. You clicked the link and a picture of perhaps the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on popped up.
Chris Bang was the name underneath. You rolled your eyes. ‘What a ridiculously cliche escort name’ you thought to yourself. You were supposed to take this seriously? You kept reading. The bio seemed basic, age, height, his ‘areas of expertise’. Oral, doming, bondage. You read the words and looked at his photo again. You could feel your body heating up. Just then another text from Yeji came through making you jump and almost drop your phone.
Yeji: Welllll? What do you think? Every one of my connections recommended him specifically. Should I contact him?
You quickly skimmed the rest of his bio and then landed on the last line. ‘Satisfaction guaranteed or I’ll pay YOU double’. Stupid name aside, he sounded pretty confident in his abilities and apparently had some serious players backing his claims. Seemed like a sure thing. What would it hurt setting up a meeting, just to see? You opened Yeji’s text thread.
y/n: Set up an appointment and we’ll see. Yeji: YES! On it!
An hour or so later another text alert from an unknown number came across your phone.
Your interview with Chris Bang has been scheduled for Friday at 1pm. Please meet promptly at the disclosed location. No shows will not be rescheduled.
The rest of that week you were back and forth on whether you would actually go. Riya and Yeji knew you were apprehensive and hyped you up every chance they got. Before you knew it, Friday had arrived and it was time for your meeting with Chris. You teetered back and fourth on the decision until the last minute. You finally thought ‘Fuck it’ and headed out. You’d had a case to present that day, so you were making your way from the courthouse and would be running a little behind, but you could still make it on time if you hurried.
Chris was scrolling through his phone, waiting impatiently in his corner booth for a potential client who was late to show up. When the door to the restaurant chimed quietly his pavlovian response was to look up and his eyes landed on a stunning woman walking in. She was wearing a tight black pencil skirt that hit just below the knee and a white silk blouse. Her matching blazer was perfectly tailored and buttoned up, not a crease or wrinkle in sight.
Her hair was all pulled back away from her face in a sleek bun with not a single one out of place. She looked like polished silver, professional, put together, and incredibly fucking uptight Chris thought to himself. Definitely not the woman he was waiting on. Yet when your eyes scanned the restaurant, they landed on him, and you made your way to his table.
“Chris?” You asked even though you knew it was him from the picture on his bio. You were a little shocked. He was even more gorgeous in person. You had assumed his photo had been touched up at least a little bit but looking at him now, you realized the photo actually didn’t do him justice. It didn’t pick up little things you saw up closer. Like the light speckling of freckles he had, or just how plump his lips really were. Chris was a little shocked at first too. Why would a woman like YOU want to hire an escort? Surely you walked on men who threw themselves at your feet, begging for a chance with you. He quickly put on his game face and nodded as he stood.
“Yes...” He took your hand, shaking it gently before pulling your chair out for you.
“Which must make you Ms. Y/l/n.” You smiled politely, nodding.
“y/n is fine.” He took his seat again and folded his hands on the table in front of him.
“Very well, y/n. I must say showing up late to your interview is not the best way to start things off.” You looked at him. Your brows pulled together. Traffic had not been on your side and you ended up being about ten minutes late, but what did he mean YOUR interview exactly?
“MY interview? Aren’t I supposed to be interviewing YOU?” You asked incredulously. Chris leaned back in his seat casually, his legs spreading slightly.
“No.” He said it like it was an absolute fact you should have known.
“And how do YOU get to be so choosy in this... line of work?” You asked, irritated by his cocky attitude.
“Look baby girl, the way this works is, you tell me what exactly you’re looking for and IF I’m interested in taking you on as a client then I will. If not... well...” He smirked and shrugged. Baby girl? You knew there was a good chance he was going to be arrogant given his profession, but he was downright egotistical! It was unreal!
You were ready to stand up from the table and walk out on him, and you had just sat down. As if he could sense your growing irritation reaching a boiling point, he shifted the trajectory of the conversation and started asking questions.
“So what ARE you looking for? And don’t be shy about details. The more I know the better.” You eyed him for a moment debating whether to get up or answer him. You decided you were already there. You might as well answer the questions and see what the big deal about him was. So far, you weren’t impressed.
“Okay fine. I’m not going to beat around the bush. It would be pointless. I’m a lawyer, I'm always working and too busy for dating and I want to have sex for the first time.” Your face turned pink when the words left your mouth. Chris leaned forward, sighed, and put both hands flat on the table.
“Sorry I don’t do... virgins.” It was like a slap in the face the way he said it after you’d just been so straight forward about something so sensitive. He said it like there was something wrong with you.
“Excuse me?” He grabbed his jacket to pull it on, getting ready to leave.
“I don’t do virgins. They get too clingy. It’s never a good idea. Sorry nothing against you personally.” You nodded along as if you understood completely.
“Oh yea no of course, fuck you too.” Chris stopped cold, only one arm in his jacket.
“I’m sorry?” He asked with a small chuckle, a hint of darkness underneath. You stood grabbing your bag.
“I said. Fuck. You. You’re an arrogant prick and you know nothing about me to make such assumptions.” You turned to leave, and he quickly stood grabbing you by your wrist, stopping you. No one spoke to him that way. Everyone always swooned even when he said stupid cocky shit. But you, you checked him. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand and his skin heat up.
“Sit down.” He spoke. You pulled your hand away and looked at him with narrowed eyes.
“No.” He put both hands flat on the table again and leaned in, voice lowered and steady.
“I said sit.” You scanned his face for a moment. His dark eyes and jaw set. You set your bag back down and took your seat again. Arms angrily crossed in front of you. Chris sat back down across from you, and you looked everywhere else in the restaurant but at him as you chewed the inside of your cheek. He took a deep breath to bring his blood pressure down.
“Why the fuck do you want an escort to be the one to pop your cherry so bad? Why not just find some random dude to hook up with and fuck him like a normal person.” Like a normal person. His words stung.
“It wasn’t MY idea.” You bit back. He leaned back in his seat again, and you could practically feel the arrogance radiating off him.
“Okay so then WHY are you even here?” Why WERE you there? You let out a sigh and slumped back in your seat feeling defeated by the situation.
“Because I just don’t want it to be a shitty experience. I want to enjoy it. I don’t want to settle on some asshole that will be more worried about chasing his own pleasure without focusing on mine too. So when a friend suggested a professional... I dunno... it made sense in the moment.” Chris nodded.
“How much experience do you have?” You shook your head.
“Next to none.” Next to none but some, right? He thought to himself. Look at you.
“Been eaten out? Given head?” You could feel blush creeping up your neck again at his directness, and you shook your head no.
“Fingers or toys?” Again, you shook your head no.
“Surely you’ve dry humped a guy or SOMETHING.” You were losing patience again. What part of no experience did he not understand?
“No okay?! The farthest I’ve gone is having my chest groped over my clothes while making out in my college dorm! No one’s ever made me...” Chris looked surprised and you stopped short of finishing your sentence, your face completely red now.
“No one?” You shook your head.
“No.” You confirmed.
“I see. You have though?” You looked confused.
“I have what?” He smirked.
“Made yourself cum?” Your cheeks burned hotter if possible. Your face was fully on fire now.
“I have but... it’s not easy.” You answered quietly, truthfully.
“Do you put your fingers inside?” Chris licked his plump lips, and you had to press your thighs together under the table because of his words.
“Why are you asking me this Chris? You said you don’t ‘do virgins’. What’s the point?” He shook his head.
“Answer the question.” You sighed and answered.
“No. It’s hard enough when I’m focusing on...” You stopped talking, too shy to say the words.
“When you’re focusing on playing with your clit?” You looked down and nodded. Chris was a little surprised. You’re not at all what he expected. When you walked over, he figured you were going to be some elitist bitch trying to show out for your girlfriends with a pretty toy on your arm for an event. He would’ve never guessed this was who was underneath that confident woman in the sleek board room suit when you walked in.
“You came in here so fucking confident, bit back and argued with me when you got pissed, but as soon as I ask some questions about sex you clam up and get quiet on me. What’s that about?” You shrugged, your head still down.
“I’m a lawyer. Arguing I can do, it’s as easy as breathing. Sex...” Chris nodded understanding.
“Well if I agree to take you on...” Your head shot up and you looked at him confused.
“I thought...” Chris cut you off.
“I can’t just fuck you outright, there’s no way you will enjoy it if we do it like that. We’ll have to do multiple dates. At least three or four. We can work out the details of what we’ll do and when later when we draw up our contract.” You nodded in agreement.
“My normal rate is $5,000 a night but since you’re a virgin... it’s $10,000.” You scoff in utter disbelief.
“Why are you charging me more?!” He smirked and shrugged.
“More work, more money honey, and don’t forget I guarantee satisfaction. That’s my rate. You can leave it or...” Chris leaned forward, tracing his finger over your knee before resting his hand on it, gently squeezing. Even through the fabric you could feel your skin burning where his hand touched you.
“You can take it.” He said suggestively and winked at you. You were angry at your body for the way it betrayed you. The way you wanted his hand to wander up your thigh and touch you more.
“Fine! $10,000 a night. Anything else?” You asked shortly.
“If I think of anything I’ll slide it into the contract for you to go over. Until then...” Chris removed his hand from your leg which you found yourself missing immediately. He grabbed his jacket again and offered to help you up from your seat. You hesitated but accepted, grabbing your bag. Chris licked those full lips of his again then kissed the back of your hand before gently pulling you in by your waist with his other. His lips almost pressed against your ear. You shivered from the proximity.
“Don’t blow up on me firecracker.” He chuckled, his warm breath puffing against your neck. You rolled your eyes as he pulled back and motioned for the two of you to leave together. He followed you closely towards the exit before both of you went your separate ways on the street. When you got back to work, Yeji and Riya hurried to your office and shut the door.
“Well? How’d it go?” You put your blazer on the back of your chair. Far too hot after your meeting with Chris. You turned towards them.
“He was an arrogant fucking dick head...” The girls looked at each other nervously.
“He said HE was there to interview ME and then proceeded to tell me he, quote, ‘Didn’t do virgins.’ end quote.” The girls both started protesting on your behalf.
“What an asshole! Please tell me you told him to go fuck himself?” Yeji asked. You nodded.
“I said fuck you and got up to leave.” The girls high fived and you couldn’t help but think about the look that had been on Chris’ face when you’d said that. Like no one had ever thought to speak to him that way before. It made your blood pump faster and your heart race remembering it.
“Well forget him...” Riya said.
“We can find someone better I'm sure!” Yeji assured you.
“No need...” You waved them off. The girls deflated thinking you were giving up on the endeavor entirely.
“I’m expecting a contract to be delivered to work out all the details of our agreement. When it gets here will one of you personally deliver it to my office?” They both stood there speechless.
“Wait... so... you hired him?” Riya asked amazed. You sat down looking at paperwork on your desk and nodded.
“But... you said he was an asshole and that he said he didn’t do virgins.” Yeji inquired.
“Apparently he makes exceptions for virgins that call him a cocky prick and tell him to go fuck himself.” The girls stood there a beat longer still in shock. You looked up from your work.
“Don’t you both have to be in court for that big case you’ve been working on?” You reminded them. Trying to politely hurry them out. Riya and Yeji looked at the clock and got into high gear.
“Shit yea we do. We’ll bring you the contract when we get back and help you go over it.” You declined. You appreciated it but you wanted to be able to go over it without worrying about their opinions on it. It was going to be YOUR experience after all.
“Thank you but that won’t be necessary. I’m perfectly capable of reading through a contract ladies.” They both whined.
“But y/niiiieee...” You looked up from your work again and raised your brow. You pointed at your watch and they gave in.
“Okay okay but later tonight we are having drinks and you are giving us ALL the details from your meeting AND the contract!” You nodded in agreement just so they’d leave and you could have a moment to yourself. You needed to process everything that had happened that afternoon, not to mention get back to your own work. It was almost the end of your day when there was finally a small knock at your door.
“Come in.” You assumed it was one, or both of the girls, with the contract Chris sent over. The door swung open and Seungmin, the new paralegal the girls had been on about, walked in, pulling a file folder from his briefcase. You had to admit, they weren’t wrong. He was very cute but if he was giving you what you thought he was, you had no idea why he was the one making the delivery.
“Sorry if I’m interrupting your work Ms. y/l/n.” He had big brown eyes that made him look like a kicked puppy as he apologized.
“No, not at all. What can I help you with?” He held up the file folder and then leaned in to lay it on your desk in front of you.
“Yeji and Riya were held up at the courthouse. They said that file was for your eyes only and needed to be delivered asap. I got here as fast as I could, traffic was kind of crazy though. Sorry.” You picked up the folder and opened it just to check and be sure. Sure enough you scanned the first page and saw Chris’ name then quickly shut the file. You were going to kill them for sending this with Seungmin. You looked up at him and he looked around your office nervously.
“Did you look at this?” You asked directly. Suspicious of his demeanor. Seungmin’s eyes locked on you. He looked shocked that you’d asked.
“No! No I swear! They handed it to me, I put it in my briefcase and then I took it out here in front of you just now. I promise!” You held back letting out a sigh of relief. He was clearly just new and nervous.
“Really Ms...” You held up your hand stopping him.
“I believe you Seungmin. I’m sorry if I made it sound like an accusation. Thank you for rushing it over. I appreciate it.” Seungmin did not hold back HIS sigh of relief. He bowed and turned to leave.
“Seungmin...” He stopped and turned back still looking a little nervous.
“You can just call me y/n okay?” His tensed shoulders relaxed, and he gave you a shy smile.
“Yea, okay. Thanks... y/n.” As soon as you heard the click of your door closing you opened the file on your desk again and started reading it thoroughly. Most of it was pretty much a basic NDA. Stuff to cover his ass and your own. Then less conventional things that you had never seen in a contract before came into play but made sense.
Clauses stating both of you will get STI tests before any sexual interactions would take place, the use of condoms being mandatory. Another stating even if you were on birth control, any accidents ex. condom breaking, it would be agreed the morning after pill would be used for both your protection and other things of that nature, very in depth. Then as discussed prior, the cost would be $10,000 a night for four nights equaling $40,000 total.
Then after everything you had read, there was a part that actually shocked you. If at any time the client, Ms. y/n y/l/n feels dissatisfied with her service from Mr. Chris Bang she will be reimbursed double her total balance, equaling $80,000.
First. You thought the ‘pay you double’ was just some stupid cocky thing he put at the end of his bio. You never expected him to put his money where his mouth was. Second his name was legally Chris Bang? That was dedication. Ridiculous but dedication none the less.
You read the contract front to back at least twenty times looking for SOMETHING to argue but whomever Chris had put this contract together knew their shit. What could you say? It seemed like a sure thing. You picked up your fountain pen out of its holder on your desk and jotted your initials by the little arrows tabbed on the pages before flipping to the back page and signing your name right under Chris’. You closed the folder and slid it away. You were finally going to lose your virginity.
