Dance to please ✓ Taennie 18+

Part 001

T A E H Y U N G

I hate this fucking club.

Hate my brother for wasting our money on it.

Hate that I have to clean up his damn mess, just like always.

"I don't care about repairs, just paint the damn walls. The faster we get that done, the faster we can this place back on the market" I growl at woobin, the guy who is incharge of fixing the place up.

This place is a dive, and it is just one of many I have to sell at a loss because my little brother is a fucking idiot. Millions of dollars down the drain. I'd be a billionaire already if my brother had some inch of common sense rattling around in his head.

That's over now. As soon as I liquidate in his mistakes. I'm ending our patnership and striking out on my own. I'm sure he'll be broke in a year. If it wasn't for me, our company would've gone bankrupt a long time ago. He's fucked up so many times now that the company itself has a terrible reputation.

Kim Brothers Real Estate Development. We invest in shitholes.

I should be looking forward to early retirement, not starting a new company at twenty eight, but this is I've been dealt with.

"The wood by the stage is rotten boss" Woobin let out a sigh and motions me over. "It is a wonder that it hasn't collapsed already!"

"Oh no!" I respond. Feeling very concerned "You're telling me that one of those girls could get injured?"

"Yeah" he nods.

"Who fucking cares. They know the risk. Nobody in their right mind would dance up there, anyway" I wave off his concern. "Just focus on the painting"

If the next owner wants to dealt with extra renovations, they absolutely can. I just want to unload this property as fast as possible. It is bad enough that I have to keep opening the place every night.

The only thing that people want less than a rundown strip club is a rundown strip club that doesn't have any customers.

You couldn't pay me enough to walk through the doors of this cesspool if I didn't have so much money tied up in it already.

I walk around looking at the rest of the work, and open the interior of my jacket to take out a cigar. I light it up behind a plume of smoke, the hints of vanilla in the tobacco floating around my face in a haze that overpowers some of the repugnant odors.

I don't even want to know the origin of them. For all I know, there's a dead body somewhere in the walls or floorboards.

"Excuse me?" An almost angelic voice calls out me, and I'm drawn to the origin like it's my personal siren song.

"Hm..are you hiring?"

I turned around to see a ravishing beauty standing at the doorway of the club, she walks inside, brushing her messy hair away from her baby face and tucking it behind her left ear. Her sharp small eyes sparkled like a diamond that needs to be protected.

"Nahh" Woobin says, walking closer. "Sorry, but we don't have any openings right now"

"Oh.." She replies, disappointment clear in her tone. "Sorry for bothering you"

"Wait" I interuppt. "What kind of job you're looking for?"

There is no way a girl this gorgeous wants to take her clothes off for money. Not in a place like this, atleast. She's young, vibrant and looks like she belongs to be on a runway instead of a stage that could collapse at any moment.

Her clothes aren't very expensive, but she wears cheap dress she has on better than most, considering it probably came off a discount rackk. Just like she worn shoes on her feet and the other dollar store handbag hanging off from her shoulder.

"Uhm I was.." her voice trails off and she motions to the stage behind me.

"I want to dance?"

I turn towards Woobin, puffing my cigar. "Get back to work. I think we need to repair the stage afterall" I fired my order and immediately turned to the ravishing beauty. "We may have a opening, I'm the owner. Let's go talk in my office"