The bass thrummed through my chest, the neon lights of the club flickering in time with the beat. It was Lunar New Year, and the place was packed—bodies pressed together, laughter and shouts blending into a chaotic symphony. I’d come alone, nursing a drink at the bar, watching the crowd. That’s when I saw her.

She was standing near the edge of the dance floor, her dark hair catching the light as she laughed at something her friend said. She was stunning. A red dress clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering like liquid under the strobe lights. I couldn’t look away. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. Then she smiled—a small, knowing curve of her lips—and turned back to her friend.

I didn’t plan it. I didn’t even think about it. I just stood up, my drink forgotten, and started weaving through the crowd toward her. By the time I reached her, my heart was pounding. She turned to face me, her smile widening.

“Hi,” I said, my voice barely audible over the music.

“Hi,” she replied, her accent soft and melodic. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

I shook my head, grinning. “Is it that obvious?”

She laughed, the sound like music. “A little. But I like it.”

We started talking. Or rather, shouting over the music. Her name was Mei, and she was visiting the city to celebrate with friends. She was witty, sharp, and had this way of looking at me that made me feel like I was the only person in the room. The chemistry was instant, electric. When she reached out to touch my arm, her fingers brushing against my skin, I knew I was done for.

“I need to use the bathroom,” she said after a while, leaning in close so I could hear her. Her breath was warm against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Want to come with me?”

I didn’t hesitate. I followed her through the crowd, my hand finding hers as we pushed through the sea of bodies. The bathroom was down a hallway, quieter but still pulsing with the club’s energy. She pulled me inside, locking the door behind us with a click that seemed impossibly loud in the small space.

For a moment, we just stood there, looking at each other. The air between us was thick with anticipation, and I could feel my heart racing. She stepped closer, her hips swaying with a confidence that made my mouth go dry.

“Do you trust me?” she asked, her voice low and steady.

I nodded, unable to speak.

She smiled, her eyes dark with desire. “Good. Close your eyes.”

I did as she said, my breath catching as I felt her hands on my chest, sliding down to my waist. Her fingers deftly unbuckled my belt, and I heard the sound of my zipper being pulled down. Then her hand was on me, warm and firm, and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my lips.

“Shh,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “Just let me take care of you.”

I felt her sink to her knees in front of me, her hands guiding me toward her mouth. The first touch of her lips was electric, and I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from falling over. She took me in slowly, her tongue swirling around the tip before she deepened the pressure, sucking hard enough to make my knees weak.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my hands tangling in her hair. She looked up at me, her eyes locking with mine as she took me even deeper, her throat relaxing around me. I’d never felt anything like it—the heat, the wetness, the way her lips dragged over me with every movement. My hips jerked involuntarily, and she moaned around me, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body.

“You’re so good,” I murmured, my voice rough. “So fucking good.”

She pulled back, her lips leaving me with a wet pop. “I want you to come in my mouth,” she said, her voice steady despite the way her eyes were shining with lust. “Can you do that for me?”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yes.”

She smiled, her tongue darting out to lick her lips before she took me in again. This time, she didn’t hold back. Her head bobbed faster, her lips tight around me as she sucked hard, her tongue pressing against the underside of my shaft. I felt the pressure building, my balls tightening as the pleasure coiled in my gut.

“I’m close,” I warned, my fingers tightening in her hair.

She hummed in response, the vibrations making me shudder. Then, with one last hard suck, I felt myself explode, my release spilling into her mouth. She didn’t pull away, didn’t even flinch. She swallowed every drop, her throat working around me as she took it all in.

When she finally pulled back, her lips were slick, her eyes shining with satisfaction. She stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled at me. “Happy Lunar New Year,” she said, her voice teasing.

I laughed, pulling her into a kiss. Her lips were warm, tasting faintly of me, and I couldn’t help but deepen it, my tongue sliding against hers. She moaned into my mouth, her hands gripping my shoulders as she pressed herself against me.

“You’re incredible,” I said when we finally broke apart, my voice rough with desire.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

I reached for her, my hands sliding down to her hips as I pulled her closer. “What do you say we get out of here?” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear.

She tilted her head, considering. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice playful. “I kind of like it here.”

I groaned, my hands tightening on her hips. “Mei…”

She laughed, the sound like music. “Alright, alright. Let’s go.”

I unlocked the door, and she slipped her hand into mine, pulling me back into the chaos of the club. As we made our way through the crowd, I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest guy in the room. She was everything—beautiful, confident, and unapologetically herself. And for that one night, she was mine.

“Where are we going?” she asked as we stepped out into the cool night air.

I turned to her, a grin spreading across my face. “Somewhere a little more private.”

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, really?”

The club’s bathroom was dimly lit, the thumping bass from the dance floor vibrating through the walls. Mei’s hand tightened around mine as she led me inside, her heels clicking against the tiles. She glanced over her shoulder, her dark eyes glinting with mischief, and I felt my pulse quicken. The door clicked shut behind us, muffling the noise from the party outside.

She didn’t say a word. Instead, she turned to face the mirror, her hands gripping the edge of the sink as she leaned forward. My breath hitched as she arched her back, her tight red dress riding up just enough to reveal the curve of her thighs. She looked at me through the mirror, her lips curling into a sly smile. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Well?” she said, her voice low and teasing. “Are you just going to stand there?”

I stepped forward, my hands instinctively going to her hips. Her skin was warm through the fabric of her dress, and I could feel the faint tremble in her body as I pulled her closer. She tilted her head to the side, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, and I kissed her there, my lips brushing against her skin. She let out a soft sigh, her hands tightening on the sink.

I reached for the zipper at the back of her dress, slowly pulling it down. She didn’t stop me. Instead, she pressed her hips back against me, her body language making it clear that she wanted this just as much as I did. The dress pooled around her ankles, and she stood there in nothing but a black lace thong and matching bra. My hands roamed over her body, tracing the outline of her curves, and she shivered under my touch.

“Turn around,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

She obeyed, turning to face me. Her eyes were dark, her lips slightly parted as she looked up at me. I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing against her cheeks, and then I kissed her. It was hungry, desperate, our tongues tangling as we both gave in to the heat between us. Her hands found their way to my chest, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured against her lips. She smirked, her hands sliding down to unbuckle my belt.

“Show me,” she said, her voice breathy as she pushed my pants down. I stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, and she took me in her hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, her grip firm but gentle, and she began to stroke me, her eyes locked on mine.

“You’re so hard,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste me, and I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair. She took me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around me, and I felt myself losing control. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her movements slow and deliberate, and I could feel the pressure building inside me.

“Mei,” I gasped, my fingers tightening in her hair. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of innocence and desire, and that was it. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I came, my release spilling into her mouth. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she swallowed every last drop, her eyes never leaving mine. When she was done, she sat back on her heels, a satisfied smile on her face. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, her expression unapologetic.

“You taste good,” she said, her voice husky.

I pulled her to her feet, kissing her deeply. She melted into me, her body pressed against mine, and I could taste myself on her tongue. It was intoxicating. I wanted more. I wanted her.

She reached into her purse, pulling out her phone. I watched as she quickly tapped out a message, her fingers moving deftly over the screen. A moment later, the bathroom door opened, and another girl stepped inside. She was shorter than Mei, with long, straight hair and a smile that matched Mei’s in its mischief.

“This is Ling,” Mei said, introducing her friend. “I told her about you.”

Ling stepped closer, her eyes raking over me with obvious interest. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my chest, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Mei grabbed Ling by the waist, pulling her into a kiss. I watched, transfixed, as their lips met, their tongues tangling in a slow, sensual dance. Mei pulled back, her lips swollen, and whispered something in Ling’s ear.

Ling turned to me, her eyes sparkling. “I heard you taste good,” she said, her voice teasing. “Mind if I try?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she leaned in, her lips brushing against Mei’s. I watched as Mei opened her mouth, letting Ling taste what she had swallowed. The sight of them kissing, sharing me, was almost too much to bear. I stepped closer, my hands finding their way to their hips as I pulled them both into me.

“You’re both incredible,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire. Mei laughed, her hands sliding up my chest, while Ling reached for my cock, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

“We’re just getting started,” Mei said, her voice a promise. Ling smirked, her fingers tightening around me, and I felt my body respond to their touch, their teasing. I was theirs, completely and utterly.

The room spun around me as they took turns, their lips and hands exploring every inch of my body. Mei’s mouth found mine again, her kiss deep and hungry, while Ling’s hands roamed lower, her fingers slipping inside me, curling in just the right way. I groaned, my head falling back as the pleasure built inside me, relentless and overwhelming.

“Ling,” I gasped, my voice cracking. She smirked, her fingers moving faster, her other hand gripping my hip to keep me steady. Mei’s mouth moved to my neck, her teeth grazing my skin, and I felt myself teetering on the edge.

“Come for us,” Mei whispered, her breath hot against my ear. Her hand joined Ling’s, their fingers working in tandem, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I came, my release spilling over their hands, my body shaking with the force of it.

They didn’t stop. Mei’s lips found mine again, her kiss fierce and demanding, while Ling’s hands continued to stroke me, drawing out every last drop. I was lost in them, in the heat and the pleasure and the raw, unfiltered desire. They owned me, body and soul, and I didn’t want it any other way.