PAIRING: JUNGKOOK X READER
WORD COUNT: 1.9K
You waited backstage, applying one final layer of your crimson lipstick before heading onto stage. You ruffled your hair to make it appear more messy, the music started and the lights hit you.
You slowly walked the length of the stage until you reached the pole at the end. The short silk robe you were wearing was already undone, allowing the flock of men around you to see the red lace underwear that lay beneath it. You brushed the robe over one shoulder, allowing for a little more skin to be revealed as you walked around the pole seductively. You swayed your hips as you walked, eventually leaning against the pole. You moved your body in an alluring manner and you suddenly reached the floor. You moved your chest forward, allowing for your ass to stick up in the air slightly, so you could tease the hungry men around you.
Your robe gradually slid down your arms and you were stood in your underwear. As your eyes searched the crowd, you could see every single man in the room was desperate for you. Desperate to touch you, desperate to feel your breath on their skin and more importantly, desperate to get you into their bed. You grabbed the pole with both hands before lifting yourself off the ground. You turned yourself upside down, spreading your legs either side of the pole to give everyone a good look.
After a few more tricks, you moved away from the pole. You walked around the edge of the stage, collecting the money that had been thrown at you before making your way backstage once again. "Good job y/n" a worker told you as he handed you a fresh robe, which covered you significantly more than your last one did. "You have around five minutes then you need to get out their and mingle. You have someone waiting" he explained, and you nodded in return.
This was how your club worked. Each girl went on stage and preformed for a short amount of time. While you were up there, customers who were interested could pay a set mount to see you one-to-one. This didn't mean sex, you weren't a prostitute and the club made that very clear. It usually just meant some middle aged man who was sick of his wife wanted to have a drink with you, or on some occasions, it resulted in you giving a lap dance. But it was never more than that. Once they booked to see you, they were given a card signed by a worker which they would give to you to prove that they had paid.
You brushed your hair, fixing the curls that had gotten tangled while you were dancing on the pole. You changed back into your short silk robe as you needed some sex appeal to land yourself customers, and then you headed to the main floor. You walked around the floor, watching other girls dance as you waited for your customer to come grab you. Your eyes wandered into the corner of the room, spotting a younger man with dark hair hold his drink up to you. You made your way over, unsure if he was your customer or not. He was dressed in a suit that did him the world of favours. His thighs were emphasized as well as his arm muscles. He appeared relaxed, leaning into the back of his chair with his legs spread wide. You couldn't deny that he was very good looking. He shot you a smirk as you arrived beside him.
"Nice of you to join me, y/n" he said while eyeing you up a down with his hungry eyes. "You're my customer?" you asked, slightly confused as you still stood beside him, not taking a seat yet. "Is that so hard to believe, hmm?" he asked as he reached into his blazer pocket to pull out his booking card, passing it over to you. You inspected it before nodding and taking a seat. "I think you're the youngest customer I've had, that's all". He chuckled as he looked round the room, realising himself that he was probably the youngest man there. "I may be young, but I have experience" he winked at you. You rolled your eyes. Just because he was young and good looking didn't mean you were going to sleep with him.
"So what brings you here?" you asked curiously. "I have needs" he replied almost straight away. You became more comfortable, leaning back against the chair as you let your chest become more exposed. "So, what exactly are you expecting from me?" you asked. You moved your tongue against your cheek, which you thought would have had some type of effect on him. "Just wanted to spend some time with a pretty girl" he told you, but you didn't believe that was his goal. You could tell by the way he was sitting, the tone of voice he spoke to you in and his sheer cockiness that he wanted more. When it came to customers, they usually asked you straight away for a lap dance if they wanted one - you never made the move unless they asked.
