You your bottom lip in a trance. Xero grinned at the gesture and sat up. "Ok. Let's start!" you turned quickly, snapping out of the trance and the stereo.         You were Toppdogg's personal choreographer. You were their seventh one this month, actually. The rest  were fired for having unnecessary relations with this particular client. You decided to take on the job because you needed the money, and you weren't a . The Toppdogg boys charm won't affect you. Yeah right.   Besides, you had a boyfriend.     "1 and 2 and 3 and 4." You did you dance in the mirror and Xero followed clumsily. That wickedly seductive grin still plastered on his face. It frustrated you slightly. Only because that grin was getting to you.     Your session with Xero was just about over. You huffed and started to walk off. Xero laughed, "Hey hey, Y/n. Don’t get so frustrated." You looked at him and rolled your eyes. Catching sight of your ring, Xero held up your hand. "Oh, so you have a boyfriend?" You nodded, letting him play with your hand. If you can get me a better ring I'd gladly take this one off.     "Now why are you frustrated?" he asked innocently. "Because you have a show tonight and you're not getting this down." You muttered. He laughed, "I'm Xero. I can do anything. Like this." He growled michievously. Xero grabbed your waist and grinded on you. You felt his manhood on your back side throbbing to the music. Catch your breath