The Sadist and The Masochist - Jihope Romance [Smut and Fluff]

Part One - Manhattan Men

[Jimin's POV]

I sat in the back of a dirty cab, squished between my three friends, Jen, Cara, and Lou, on a short but slow ride through the New York traffic. We were headed for a male strip club known as Manhattan Men but why I was going on this trip, I wasn't sure.

"Can someone please explain to me why I'm going to a male strip club?" I asked, not the most excited about this particular part of our week together in the city.

"Becaaauuuse," Jen drew out, already tipsy from her 'pre-clubbing' shots, "you'll look so cute next to all those brick men." She poked my cheek, probably getting some of the sparkles from her tacky, thrift store dress on my face.

Brick men? Great, just what I wanted, to look like a 12 year old at a strip club. Watch, I'll end up being the only little Asian guy there. Shit, I'll probably be the only guy there who isn't a stripper.

"Lighten up," She continued, "once we get some vodka in you, you'll have a great time. I promise."

She was probably right. I'm a major lightweight, too, so it wouldn't take more than a few minutes to feel the effects once I had had a few drinks. All I could think about was how boring this would be for me. I'd never been attracted to a guy before so I didn't picture this being the most riveting club I could have gone to. Not that I'd even been to many clubs; I'm usually more of a shy person.

"Eeeek! This is so exciting!" Cara squealed as the vehicle passed into the Lincoln tunnel. The lights from the domed ceiling strobed into the car as we drove by, and the gentle 'thu-thump' of the wheels on the bridge caused my nerves to crawl up my back like spiders.

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After we got out of the cab and made our way through the black-light entrance, we found ourselves a place on a rounded, red-cushioned booth right next to the stage. The room was decorated with dark lighting, using pops of red with florescent detailing. The stage was well lit and the show was about to start.

"Good thing we made it in time! I thought that traffic would make us all late!" Cara yelled over the thumping music. Sirens screamed and colored spotlights shined around the room, strobing as a beat dropped and pop music blared. The lights all stopped to focus on one man sitting forward on a chair in the center of the stage. He wore a bright red, sparkly bowler hat with a matching pair of skin tight, pleather jeans; along with a belt with a ridiculously large, silver buckle. His lack of a shirt showed off his ripped, steroid-infused muscles, already covered in spray-on sweat.

I rolled my eyes.

This is going to be a long night.

I gestured to a woman in black clothing and a red apron to come over to us for a moment, requesting she bring a bottle of Smirnoff Green Apple Vodka for the table.

Shortly later, I was pouring shots for us while the girls whooped and hollered at the men over the deafening music, throwing bills onto the stage.

I'm glad they're having a good time, at least.

The four of us clinked glasses and downed the clear, intoxicating substance. I felt the burn down my throat and savored the sour sensation. I can't decide if I love the feeling or hate it.

"Are youu having fuun!?" Jen yelled to me from across the table, the slight slur evident in her voice.

"If watching a tacky show of random men, being a-"

"Look at that!" Lou cut off, pointing at a large black man pulling a woman onto the stage. She looked tiny next to him, though she seemed taller than myself. "Oh! I'm sorry, Jimin! I didn't mean to cut you off!"