Open For Business || J.JK

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It's unfair of me to continue punishing the world for this. This morning I rolled my eyes at the deli worker who asked me to repeat my order since he couldn't hear me. I also pushed past two people on the subway, resulting in a scream fight with one of them.

I could only imagine how the rest of my days will go. My scowl hardened into something else entirely. Disgust? Tiredness? Distaste? Full blown anger? The bouncer out front nodded at my worker ID then let me slip past him into the club.

Just as I expected. A dull crowd hovered around the place like ghosts. Most of them are drunks or depressed divorcées.

What else could you expect on a fucking Monday afternoon? It's barely after-noon!

It's hard not to be tense while walking into the dressing room. A few girls passed glances within one another and looked me over a few times. The competitive atmosphere almost made me gag.

If I danced everyday with such a dull crowd, competing for tips with all these other girls...I'd glare at me too. I'm just another obstacle to them.

"Just when I thought this would get easier." One girl chuckled from the corner. I placed my bag down on an empty chair and tried to brush off the comment, but a few more giggles picked up.

For what might be the first time in my life, I don't know what to say.

I just really don't want to be here right now.

Changing was a blur but I was done in no time. I wrapped up a few quick dances. The schedule for the sets are all random and unsure, it made me pity all these women. The cash flow is terrible.

I really really hope this is temporary.

I'm also not sure if it's due to my weekend debacle, but Mr. Jeon is nowhere to be found. Not now, not during my set, not even after my shift when I'm pushing past the backstage doors and crossing the small crowd that picked up.

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  Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday.

And now, Friday.

I've never considered a Friday night crowd a breath of fresh air but I might now. The familiarity of it all made me realize how much I truly do enjoy being here. My week that was monochromatic is now bursting with color and excitement and energy. I'm ready to perform. Make money. See my friends.

Enjoy what I do again.

It physically pained me getting through the week knowing how much more stable pay I could be making in my usual shifts at the restaurant. I had to switch my schedule around with my other boss meaning I'll be making less.

Just to keep this job. But standing up here with all my confidence and sensuality helps me remember why.

It's about that time of my set where I pull a lucky guy on stage and feed into the fantasy of what it would be like to spend a night with me.

I take my pick near the left corner. A guy with bright, burning ears and a wide grin gets pushed near the stage. He seems a bit unsure of himself and I quickly realize why. He's wearing a bachelor party sash around his formal button up.

I sat him in the chair on center stage then positioned myself behind him. He's pretty fit. I push the idea of morality out of my mind and proceed with the usual. I drag a palm down his chest and inch my way to his core. While leaning into his neck, it isn't until I palm his groin that I catch a glimpse of dark hair and a flash of inked fingers wrapped around a glass.