mistress | jjk (on hold)

셋 | three

My interview to work at Ccx Club that night, came to meeting Namjoon, the owner and very handsome young man, looking at me from head to toe at my last minute change in the public bathrooms.
«Can you drink, or mostly handle it?», he asked me.
«Of course she can», «Yoonjo» laughed and that wrapped it up.
And with that, for the next eight weeks, I worked there Thursday and Friday. I wasn't crazy about it, but I had to make my money from somewhere.
It was supposed to be a classy club and only rich people were there. That explains the overpriced champagne. It had black walls filled with led lights, which gave a great atmosphere. The girls there worked day and night, they weren't exatly whores, they just needed extra money to pay the rent. The job was quite easy. Thirty minutes before the club opened at nine, around 10 girls would gather and we would take shots that Hoseok, the barman made us. Namjoon would walk around and smile.
At nine sharp, the doors would open and he said this everytime,
«Give your everything girls!»
When the club opened, we would sit for about an hour and talk to eachother while looking at magazines about famous people or celebrities while others chatted on the phone, until customers came in. The men would choose a girl they like and they would go and sit down at a reserved table.
When you were there, your main purpose was to sell as much overpriced champagne. We didn't get paid monthly, we got 10% of each bottle and whatever the customers tipped us. My first night there, after drinking the third bottle in a row, I made myself towards the bathroom and started throwing up while one of the girls held up my hair.
«Stupid girl», she said sadly, «you're not for drinking.»
Thats when I learnt. Hoseok gave out champagne in large glasses, like a goldfish's tank, and we usually threw it at plants next to us when the customer wasn't looking. Another trick was, to call over another girl and drink it all together. The other girls would always wear high boots, not sandals because they would make the customer drink out of a 39 size boot, and let me tell you, it held a lot of drink, more than the fish glass. But when none of these worked, we just spilled it on the floor.
Having to go to my real job the next morning was tiring. Headaches, stomachaches and many more, led to me almost losing my job.
«You seriously can't stop complaining neither be on time Eunae», she looked at the floor, «I'm sorry but I need to fire you»
«But... I'm trying my best. Please. I'll change. I'll do anything it takes.» I exclaimed ready for the tears to burst.
«If you'll do anything to keep this job, do this and I'll consider.»

The plan was I had to go to one of our best buyers, Chin-Hwa, and make him buy a really expensive painting. If I succeeded, I would keep my job.

The morning came and I was ready to head out to meet Chin-Hwa. A black car was already waiting for me outside of the auction house to drive me to his place. I had never been given such a hard task, and I was thrilled. The house was big, grey tones all over the walls filled with a lot of Monet's paintings. He must be a big fan of his work. The chambermaid led me to his office, which was placed behind a big wooden door and once opened, it revealed a man around his fifties that shooshed the maid away and motioned me to sit down.
«Hello, my name is Lee Eunae, I'm from the Seoul Auction House.» I gave my hand for a handshake but he declined, got up from his chair and came to me and hugged me. When he pulled away from the hug he starred down at my clevage, since I decided on wearing a tight pencil skirt with a low cut shirt. It was quite business-y, but I mostly put it on because it might help in selling him a painting.
«Great clevage. How old are you Eunae?»
«Well I'm turning 21.»
He smirked and made me sit on his lap, starting to place kisses from my neck down to my chest. I told him to stop but he wouldn't. I tried to get off of him and he pushed me back on him.
«Dad?» a young boy dressed in a suit came in and his dad, I assume, stopped immediately.
«What are you doing to the poor girl?» He quickly got me off of him and led me outside.
«I'm really sorry for my father. I really don't know what to do to apologize.» he looked at me sadly and bowed,
«It's okay don't worry at all.» I smiled, even though my body couldn't handle it, and bowed back.
«May I ask what brought you here?» the young gentleman asked.
«Long story short, I work at Seoul Auction house, and I was sent here to sell your father a painting or I would lose my job.»
«Ah, I see. What happened to you, had happened even worse to other girls but I wasn't here to stop him. He has lost his mind.» he shook his head. «I can buy a painting and pretend my father bought it so you won't lose your job.» he smiled and I declined. He kept on going so I gave up.
«Ah, I'm sorry I didn't ask what your name is.»
«Eunae.» I bowed.
«Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.» he smiled.
«Jimin.» he bowed back.