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Namjoon doesn’t really have any experience being on the pole. This is actually the first time he sees and touches a pole in his whole life. He just followed Minnie and how the other’s moved.
Except, they were experienced already, they can climb up the pole, dance all they could, they can manipulate the pole as they want to. Namjoon couldn’t. So all he could do right now is flirt with the pole, grind on it, and roll his body.
“Yes, baby, jiggle those pancakes for me!” One of the customers said, throwing money at him.
Namjoon gulped, feeling goosebumps all over his body. The man groped his butt and gave them a good squeeze while laughing, obviously loving Namjoon’s behind. The stripper can’t help the tears that started to fill the brim of his eyes.
No, he can’t cry right now. He needs to endure this. Just a little more and it will be over. He won’t need to be here anymore. Just until his dad gets better.
Namjoon tried his best, tried complying with what the customers wanted from him. He lets them touch him, grope him, he lets them violate his body as they throw bills of money on him.
In the century where morals and reputation can’t feed you and keep you alive, money is more important. After all, that’s the thing that runs the world.
Once the show was over, they were called for a retouch so they could entertain the clients present in the club. Most are VIPs already waiting for them in the rooms.
“You did great out there, Joonie.” Jimin complimented, doing his lashes again.
“Thank you.” Namjoon answered. “You were amazing too.”
“Oh, please!” Jimin chuckled. “Come here close to me, let me do your lips.”
“It’s okay, I have my own.” Namjoon said, showing his unbranded lip gloss he bought on the streets.
“Honey, come on, you’re just gonna decline Chanel like that? I don’t think so.” Jimin said, pulling the other to him.
Namjoon had to bend down a little so he could be face-to-face with Jimin. The smaller guy swiped the lip gloss on his plump lips, his face all focused.
“You got nice lips.” Jimin complimented.
“Oh. Um, thank you.” Namjoon said, pressing his lips together to spread the lip gloss all over his lips.
Jimin reached up on his face and wiped the small smeared gloss on the corner of his lips. His thumb brushed lightly against Namjoon’s skin, his eyes all focused on the latter’s lips.
“There you go.” Jimin smiled. “I’m gonna give you some makeup later after work. I have a lot of good ones, you know, Chanel, Saint Laurent, Marc Jacobs, I’ll give you a whole pack.”
“Th-that’s very nice of you, Jimin.” Namjoon said. “It’s fine, really. I already have mine. I got them earlier.”
“Oh, honey, no, Jin doesn’t like that.” Jimin shook his head. “You gotta taste and smell expensive for him. If you don’t want to hear a single insult from him, you gotta do it.”
“Minnie! VIP customer room 14 wants to see you now!” The bouncer on the door screamed.
“Coming, darling!” Jimin said, patting his lips with a little bit of glitters. “Anyway, we should go and shop for lingerie and makeup soon. We’re going to make you so pretty Jin will cum on you in less than a second.”
Jimin gave him a wink and a smirk before leaving, his long fur coat trailing behind him as he walked out of the room. Namjoon stood there, twirling the mask on his fingers.
“All of you, come out! Tables are waiting!” The bouncer shouted again.
Tables. They will be on the tables. Probably perform a lap dance, grind on the customers, maybe even let them fuck them right there. Jimin is in a VIP room, much like the room Namjoon was in last night.
Jimin might be really expensive and special since he only accepts VIPs, and when they perform on stage, he’s always in the middle. He might just be the best stripper in this club.
They walked out of the room, wearing their masks again.
Strippers were pulled here and there, sometimes two of them for one man, or one of them for multiple people. Namjoon thought that when they were called strippers, all they had to do was dance and do a little strip tease on the stage. He didn’t think it would include fucking them senseless until their client is satisfied.
This club’s job ads should be more specific and elaborated.
One man pulled Namjoon by the wrist, causing the latter to stumble a little and sit on the man’s lap. He can feel the stranger’s bulge poking on his buttcheeks and it gave him goosebumps.
“Hello, pretty.” The man whispered in his ear, his breath stinking of strong alcohol. “You were amazing on stage. I was wondering if you can also do it on me?”
“Wh-what?” Namjoon stuttered.
“Would like to see you bouncing in front of me.” The stranger said, his hand running through Namjoon’s body and cupping his breasts. “You will look pretty with my dick inside you.”
Namjoon couldn’t answer. The man inhaled the scent on his neck, then licking a stripe of his sweat off. He wanted to run away from the man, get out of the position he’s in but he can’t. He just can’t .
“Would like to fuck you senseless and see your small dick leaking of cum.” The man said, groping Namjoon’s front and making him gasp. “Can you do that for me, pretty? Be the good whore that you are?”
Namjoon just gulped, the man is still groping his front, giving his balls a massage while running his thumb on Namjoon’s slit. He bit his lip and let out a heavy breath, not really comfortable with what’s happening but he doesn’t know what to do.
“Fifty thousand won, how’d you like that?” The man said. “A hundred if you let me fuck you all night.”
The offer suddenly sounded cheap after all the fifty thousand won bills he received last night from his first client. From a million, he’ll go settle for a hundred thousand? Now that’s not right.
Namjoon removed the man’s hand from his body and he stood up. Oh how much he wants to wipe the smirk off this bastard’s face. He must be thinking Namjoon will accept his cheap offer.
“Sorry, but I don’t let cheap bastards fuck me.” Namjoon whispered to him.
Offended was too light of a word to explain the man’s reaction in front of him. He was in disbelief, couldn’t believe that a sex worker just denied him of his needs.
“Who do you think you are, dirty whore?” The man said. “You think you’re all that, huh? You’re not even good on stage! Fucking whore thinks he’s better than me.”
“What kind of sick person offers only 50 thousand won for a fuck?” Namjoon fired back.
“You’re a cheap whore, you ugly fuck, take what you’re given.” The man shouted back, grabbing Namjoon’s mask and taking it off.
“No!” Namjoon said, but it was too late.
He feels even more naked now that everyone’s staring at him and his face. He tried to cover his face with his hand but the man grabbed his wrist and raised it to show his face.
“This, everyone, is a prime example of how ugly the cheap whores in this club is.” The man said. “And they even have the audacity to deny you. Can you fucking believe that? Some cheap whore declining the —“
The man didn’t even get to finish his sentence when he was suddenly lying on the floor, swimming in his own blood. Namjoon’s eyes widened and he felt frozen in place, just staring at the man’s eyes desperate for help.
The guards were quick to push Namjoon away and take the body out of the club. It was tense for a moment but it wasn’t long. Everyone went back to what they were doing, fucking their whores on the table, flirting, kissing, drinking, doing all that.
Except Namjoon. He’s still stuck on his feet, hands shaking as his mouth turns dry.
“Mr. Kim would like to see you.” A small, ash-haired guy said to him. “Here’s your mask.”
Namjoon looked at his mask, small splatters of red blood on it. With shaking hands, he took it and wore it again. The small guy walked towards the VIP rooms and he followed him, his legs wobbly and feeling like jelly.
VIP 1. The room he was just in last night. He gulped as walk inside with a small step, the ash-haired guy closing the door behind him.
There he sees his client from the previous night, Mr. Kim, sitting on the black, leather couch with whiskey in his hand. He’s wearing a dark gray suit today, his hair still pushed back, and his eyes sharp.
“Sit down.” He said.
Namjoon gulped and sat on his knees on the floor. It was cold, but it’s the least of his concerns right now.
He hears the heels of Jin’s expensive leather shoes walking towards him, and a finger forcing his chin to look up to him. And so he did.
“You’re mine, and only mine.” Jin said. “No one can ever get close to you and touch you except me. No one.”
“No.. one.” Namjoon said in a small voice.
“Good.” Jin said, letting go of his chin. “If I see another man touching you, you will be out of this fucking club. Understood?”
“Y-yes.” Namjoon answered weakly.
“Good boy.” Jin said, patting his hair. “You deserve a treat.”
Jin left the room without saying anything. Namjoon let his tears fall freely, feeling all the weight on his shoulders taking a toll on him already. It was too much to handle in one night.
“Namjoon-ssi.”
Namjoon wiped his tears away and stood up. He looked back to see the ash-haired guy instead, holding a small bag in his hand. Namjoon sniffed and managed to give him a small smile.
“Mr. Kim wanted to give these.”
He handed the small bag to Namjoon. He looks through it and sees three pairs of lingerie inside, a few stacks of money inside too. He had to blink his eyes a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming or anything.
He looked at the ash-haired guy to see him handing a white handkerchief to him. Namjoon was confused but still he accepted it.
“Wipe your tears.” He said. “Mr. Kim would like to see you here Friday at 10pm. Please prepare yourself.”
“Y-yes.” Namjoon nodded.
“Have you had dinner already?” The man asked.
“N-no. Not yet.” Namjoon said, holding his flat stomach.
“Get dressed, please. I will wait for you outside the club.” The man said, leaving the room.
*****
When Namjoon went back to the backstage room where the others were, he saw Jimin sitting on his table, smoking a piece of cigarette. A smile immediately appeared on his lips when he saw Namjoon’s reflection through his mirror.
“Joonie! I was looking for you.” Jimin said, leaving his cigarette on his ashtray.
“Hello.” Namjoon said, giving him a small smile.
Jimin frowned upon seeing his new-found friend’s appearance. His eyeliner is a mess, his nose pink, and his cheeks stained with tears.
“Oh no, what happened to you? Are you okay?” Jimin asked.
“Yeah, it’s nothing.” Namjoon said. “Um, I need to leave early tonight.”
“Oh, is that so?” Jimin said. “Do you want to grab dinner first? I can sneak out for an hour.”
“I’m going out for dinner with Mr. Kim’s assistant, I think? The ash-haired guy.” Namjoon said, taking his normal clothes.
“Wait, ash-haired guy?” Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. “Suga? Suga asked you to have dinner with him?”
“I… really didn’t get his name.” Namjoon said, wearing his clothes.
“Yeah, his name is Suga.” Jimin said. “Wow, I thought he actually liked me. He said I was good.” He crossed his arms in front of him, a pout on his lips.
“Minnie, it’s nothing.” Namjoon defended.
“Yeah, it’s fine, there’s still Jay and JK.” Jimin said. “He’s fucked once Jin knows about it. I think he’s gonna be fired.”
“It’s just dinner, Minnie. You’re thinking too much.” Namjoon said. “I’m gonna see you tomorrow.”
“Alright.” Jimin nodded. “Say, you wanna grab lunch tomorrow? And let’s go shopping too! I know the new environment is a little stressful for you so it might be good for you to destress a bit. Shopping never fails.”
“Um, I’ll see.” Namjoon pursed his lips in a smile.
“Okay. Have fun tonight!” Jimin said lively, waving at him.
Suga was already waiting outside the club and Namjoon apologized for taking so long. They hopped inside the car and drove away in silence.
If Namjoon’s going to be honest, it was a little awkward. They’re not speaking at all, no music playing in the background, literally nothing. But he didn’t say anything. He was just playing with his bag.
“Do you know any good soondae place, Namjoon-ssi?” Suga suddenly asked.
“Wh-what?” Namjoon asked.
“Soondae cart.” Suga said. “I’m kinda craving for it right now.”
“O-oh.” Namjoon said, looking out to the window. “The ones on the streets are always the best.”
“Oh yeah. Yeah, of course.” Suga nodded.
They stopped at a park where tents of different street foods stood. Suga turned off his car’s engine and got out of the car. Namjoon removed his seatbelt too and walked out of the car, the freezing wind welcoming his face.
“Two soondaes, please.” Suga told the woman behind the cart. “Do you want anything, Namjoon?”
“I’m okay.” Namjoon said, nodding.
“Please add one spicy tteokbokki too.” Suga told her.
“Really, I’m fine.” Namjoon said.
“Just take it.” Suga said, giving his money to the lady.
Their orders were given and Namjoon gave Suga a small thank you. His stomach growled at the sight of hot red tteokbokki in his hands, gulping at the mere smell of it.
“So,” Suga said, his cheeks already full of the soondae. “How’s working in the club so far?”
“Um, it’s okay.” Namjoon nodded. “Still adjusting. Tonight was a little too much.”
“Ah, of course.” Suga said. “Was it because of the man collapsing on the floor?”
“He was shot. He was shot!” Namjoon freaked out a little, his hands shaking. “There was a lot of blood.”
“Don’t worry too much about it.” Suga said. “You were obviously uncomfortable and he was forcing you to do something you don’t like. Mr. Kim didn’t like it.”
“But still, he was shot! He could’ve died!” Namjoon said.
“Well, he didn’t.” Suga said, throwing away his first empty cup of soondae. “Anyway, the gift Mr. Kim gave you, he wanted you to wear those when he comes into the club.”
“Is he someone special? Why can he do anything he pleases?” Namjoon asks, finally taking his first tteokbokki as if he wasn’t freaking out over the man who was shot just a few seconds ago.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know?” Suga raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t know what?” Namjoon asked. “He seems very special. He had all of us lined up during our first night and he got to pick. He was also in the VIP room.”
“Oh, aren’t you a sweet, little thing.” Suga said, a small smile forming in his lips. “Well, just keep it like that. Just do as he says if you don’t want to get in trouble.”
“There’s really nothing I could do.” Namjoon shrugged.
“Well, thanks for keeping me company tonight.” Suga said. “Tonight was probably unpleasant to you so you need to rest. If someone makes you uncomfortable again, just straight up punch them, okay? Or you can tell any of the guards. They can throw away a stupid pervert right away.”
“Um, thank you.” Namjoon said.
“I’m leaving you here.” Suga said, patting his arm lightly. “It’s a day off tomorrow, Sunday. Rest a lot.”
He watched as the smaller guy walked back into his car and drove away. He was a really nice guy, very sweet and thoughtful, actually. Namjoon clutched his heart, feeling it flutter against his chest.