The stripper club Delirium was one of the bests clubs with amazing strippers and one of the bests was Park Jimin. He was their flower, the most beautiful and the most expensive one. To have a lap dance from him it would cost your life to see his maj...
Jimin was preparing for his entering, he was implacable like always with his tight leather pants, black boots and a pink crop top with a turtleneck that could show his belly button piercing. His skin was shining with gold glitter, his eye make up was a pretty nude pink that was smudged in the sides, his cheeks always painted with his natural blush and his lips was a cute cherry color to match his looks.
The platinum gray in his hair just made everything look sexier and perfect. He loved it how powerful he would feel seeing those man licking their lips and eyes filled with the filthiest lust. God, how he loved it. He loved the attention, the praises, the catcalls and obviously, he loved when they would squirm in their sits when he got closer to them. Park Jimin was born to be loved and be worshipped like he was a divine creature among men. He needed that kind of love. He craved every second and those men waiting outside give him exactly what he wants.
The man in the stage calls his name in a sultry way like he knows how much those men wanted him. "I hope that the gentlemen are excited, just like me, for the next stage. The only one who has gained the little nickname as Flower and if you are new here-- Oh, boy! You will know right away why he is called that way. After all, he isn't just a pretty face and a sexy body. He can dance, sing and even take you to another dimension with one look. Without much further, I present you the most beautiful flower among men and women. Park Jimin, the flower!" With that, the lights go out making everything more interesting for the audience waiting for him and when he enters the stage his music starts to play.
Beyoncé, Partition, songs break the silence in the club and the lights go on again showing him on the stage. He grabs the pole sliding his back against it till he is on his knees, crawling to the crowd and rolling on his back with his legs in the air, one of them caressing the other. The flower arches his back sitting again traveling his hand over his body and opening his legs till he reaches his pelvis grabbing it.
His body moves along with the song as if it was air running through is lungs. Jimin loved this. He was being praised by all the man throwing their money into his body while he would slut drop and basically shove his ass in someone face.
The sad part was when the music stopped, unfortunately, this night wasn't one of the special ones where he could sing and dance or just sing. for the crowd who loved him so much. He removed himself from the stage boing to the crowd, Today he was in the private's room with the VIPs, serving them a closer little show and then, maybe, he would take one of those men to bed. Jimin was feeling kind of daring today, so why not, right?
The boss said the group was very rich and had a partnership with the club, he couldn't let his chief down and neither the guys that waited for him. He wasn't told much about the mysterious group, just that they were rich and young. So, why not fool around with one of them? Jimin was horny and he could use this as an advantage for his boss partners. Meaning that if they are happy his boss would be happy too and with the bonus, he could get some.
His boss, Kil Jung, was a simple man that wanted the best for his boys in the club and his partners. When he found Jimin and brought him to his new home, the stripper club, Mr. Kil showered him with love and affection. Jimin was more than his flower, he was his lover, but that was in the past. Now he was more like a son to him and Jimin was more than happy with that title.
Jimin remembered each word he was told when Jung told him that they should stop being lovers.
"Baby," Jung whispers in his ears, his voice calm, but with some urgency. Their body tangled together in the bed after hot sex and body exhausted. "I need to tell you something that you may not like it."
"It is about us, right?" He asks his lover, already knowing what this conversation was about and he knows that even though his heart would cry, he would comply with his request.
"Yes, it is. I didn't know how to bring this to you and not sound like a total asshole. And I would lie if said that I didn't love you, I do love you, but I think it's more like a son and father relationship than lovers." He sighs putting a hand on his face. It was a fucked-up situation, he knew it and Jimin knew it. Even though he loves the boy with the spark of lust in it, he didn't want to trap the boy with his old self.
"I see... I would scream at you or start a fight, but I know how you just want me to be happy and even though I love you more than a son would, I will accept being part of your life as one. I just ask you to never intrude on my private and romantic life for now on, ok? That's all I ask." Jimin said in the middle of tears streaming down his cherubic face, his nose and cheeks redder than normal. Kil Jung lost him that night, but he still gained him as a friend in the next years together. The little one never thought that it would work, but Kil kept his promise and he kept his.
The flower was currently retouching his make-up and his hair, he decided to not change his clothes and started to go where his clients were. He wanted to make a good impression, make them want more and more from him.
He opes the door where they were, the room was with dim lights and The Weeknd playing in the background. They were chatting and drinking until they saw Jimin in the door.
"Did you ask for me?" Jimin says in a sultry way liking his lips. He enters the room and closes the door behind him. "So, who wants to play with me first?"
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