VENOM | TAEHYUNG

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One could say Friday night unleashed freaks. Those who would play innocent all week. Craving and waiting to be set free. The nightclub was always crowded on Fridays. It's when we made the most cash. Ofcourse most of the others made tons more than I did - because they'd actually get fucked.

"Got a little smudge ", Chloe pressed her index to the corner of my lips, cleaning up the smudged lipstick. "Done", she smiled. "Thanks -", I adjust my tiny skirt which showcased my ass whenever I bent over. The fitted pale panties were always eye catching against my milky skin. The top I wore , barely covered my breasts. Not as if they were massive. They weren't small either. The perfect size to grope . Not that they were allowed to touch me without consent.

"Tiffany already found her victim", Chloe nudged as we watch Tiffany escorting a middle aged man into an empty booth. "I got vip zone tonight ", Chloe bragged , shaking her ass while dancing her way to the vip area. She was going to make flowing cash. The men who occupied those rich zones would do anything and give any amount just to receive some attention from us. So yeah - with her gorgeous hourglass booty and humongous tits - she was going to flood with money.

"Anastasia- why are you standing here like some statue?", the bar manager asked as he shoved me out of the corner. "Go get that dollars", he motivated and I give a nod before disappearing into the crowd of sweaty , drunk , dancing people. Most of them teens. Honestly- sometimes I'd drift , finding myself wondering what would my life had been like if I had healthy parents and a stable home where love was the foundation. I wouldn't even be working this shitty job , having to rub my ass on ugly ass men who think they're so fucking superior and great. Most of these men would come in with wedding rings shimmering on their hands yet they were here ,paying for girls fit to be their kids instead of being home and fucking their wives whom they vowed to be faithful too till death do them part.

If jungkook had to pop that question- my answer would simply be no. He was far too perfect. I had so many unwashed sins. Sins that I was afraid he could never embrace and fully forgive. They'll always be there poking at the back of his mind. A devil with a pitchfork. Besides- I don't need him to carry my shame and burdens. They're mine to bare.

"Anastasia- booth 4", one of the passing by waitresses nod and I give a little head bop , making my way behind those thick black curtains into the small enclosed space. The man lifts his head . "Finally. I've been fucking waiting for almost 30 minutes-", he nagged , throwing 20 dollars into the tip jar. Told you they'd pay me peanuts. "I'm sorry-", I whisper and make my way to where he sat. "First tell me - are you going to just grind on my cock and take my money or are you actually going to get down on your fucking knees and suck me -", his voice laced in aggression and desperation. "I - I usually just. I'm the lap dance girl", I cleared my throat , awkwardly placing a hand on my waist. "Yeah , that's what I fucking thought-", he stood , zipping up his pants and taking back the money from the jar. "Fucking whores-", he pushed me aside and left. Bringing up my hand , I pinch the bridge of my nose. It was okay - these things happened all the time. Most men never settled for a simple lap dance.

After gathering myself- I head back out there.

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00 : 46 am

"Give me this-", he snatched the little cocktail umbrella from between my teeth. "Riley? What is it now-", I fuss, looking over my shoulder at the prick bartender. "You've been sitting on my damn counter for over an hour. Why don't you go do your job -", he shook his head, wiping up glasses. "No one wants me. You want me to rape them?", I smack him with sarcasm. "I'm sure someone wants a lap dance. You're not trying hard enough-", I didn't need advice from someone who doesn't grind on cocks for money. "Make yourself useless before Mr Norman sees you lazing around. Chloe is in the vip booth - go give her these drinks ", he placed the tray of whiskey and glasses beside me. "Ooo fancy", I wiggle my brows, hopping to my feet. "Something you can't afford , now run along", he gestured to the massive large velvet doors.