Danced to impress, Hired to please.
"No man would ever watch her dance.. she's mine to watch, all mine to fuck "
★ Kim taehyung メ Kim Jennie.
☆ Erotic romance trope
★ Cover by @-we4slyy-
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T A E H Y U N G
"We might have a opening, I'm the owner here, let's go talk in my office"
"Okay" She replies, her soft lips spreading into a smile. It is almost intoxicating.
Woobin shakes his head and walks away. I motion to the office the previous owner used. Technically, my office now, but I've only set foot inside there once.
As I lead her towards the door. I wish we had at least thrown a fresh coat of paint.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" I asked over my shoulder, glancing at her.
"Jennie.. Jennie kim" She replies.
"I'm kim taehyung..sorry about the mess" I say as I opened the door. "I just recently bought this place and we're doing some renovations."
"No problem" She looks around. "I've seen a lot worse than this"
"Have a seat, Jennie" I walk over to one of the chair infront of the desk and remove some papers from it.
"Thank you" She smiles and takes her seat down.
I walk around the desk and sit in the chair, wincing when it creaks like it is going to fall apart at any moment. I quickly tap my cigar out in the ashtray and let it rest there as I level my gaze on the beauty infront of me.
"So..you want to dance? On that stage?"
The sparkle leaves her eyes. Her cheeks blush a little. "Yes I've heard it is a good and quick way to make money"
"Some girls do alright" I nod. "You realise that this is a strip club right? You would have to take off your clothes"
Her arms immediately cross her chest and she sinks a little bit lower in her chair. "I understand that"
"You're not shy, are you?" I ask, noticing that her body language suggests that she ain't thrilled with the idea.
"I'll..." She stammers over her words. "...be okay once the music starts. I can get in the zone and do what I have to, I-I practiced some at home.. infront of the mirror"
"Taking off your clothes infront of the mirror is a lot easier than doing it infront of a bunch of old men that want to fuck you" I remarked crudely, noticing her sink further into her chair.
She shouldn't be here. She's too young and naive. Barely old enough to pluck off the vine.
"Y-yeah..but I can do it" She says, her eyes still dim. "If you will just give me a chance, I really need the money"
She's beautiful, intriguing. I want to know why she needs the money so badly. What brought a gorgeous woman like her to a place like this? I want to know if she's in trouble or some sort of danger. I shouldn't care, because I have more important things to worry about, but I can't help it...
"I'll give you one song to convince me" I say, pulling my phone out "You pick"
"Uhm I like a lot of stuff" Jennie shrugs.
"What's your stage name going to be?" I ask scrolling through some songs on my phone.
"Can I just be Jennie?"
"You don't want to use your real name" I study her for a moment. "Hmm you like an Angel"
"An—angel?" Jennie blinks in surprise and her cheeks blushed. "Well thank you but-"
"Angel, the name" I clarify , interrupting her.
"Oh, yeah. That would be fine" She nods seemingly disappointed.
"Here we go.." I say, standing up from the chair and walking over to the couch. It is a little dirty, but I sit on it anyway, not wanting to think what the stains could be "I'll start the music and you dance.."
"Show me what you got, sweetheart"
I start playing Calling all angels and put my phone down. Jennie stands up from her seat slowly, trying to nod along to the music. There's so much nervousness in her eyes, so much apprehension in the way she moves.
She walks to the centre of the room, right infront of me, and begins moving her body to the beat of the song. Her eyes close, and I see tears dampen her eyelashes.
"Do you need few minutes to get into that zone you were talking about earlier?" I ask "Should I start the song over?"
"Y-yes" Jennie replied, turning away from me. "Just give me a minute, please. I can do this"
Normally, I would just give her the boot and tell her to quit wasting my time. I shouldn't be hiring anyone to begin with.
Woobin was right.
We aren't really looking for any new dancers. I'm trying to operate on a bare-minimum budget until I can unload this club on the next sap who is stupid enough to buy it.
But Jennie looks like the world has already been cruel to her. She's not the kind of girl that ends up dancing the pole. She's too innocent and sweet. Too timid, if she fails this test, then she's somebody's else problem.
Atleast she can fail on her own terms and find another way to make money, far away from this cesspool of humanity.
