Jensoo Futa Shots

YG's

Futa!Jisoo
*****

"Yeah, fine. Just get here when you can."

Jisoo hung up and leaned back in her creaking chair. She rubbed her eyes. It was looking to be a rough night; she'd already had two no-shows and Woojun was calling in late. Again. How was she supposed to run a club with no valet?

Honestly, none of this was at all fair. Owning a strip club was supposed to be fucking awesome. Sometimes it was, but most of the time it was struggle and headache and not very much fun at all.

She grabbed the phone again and dialed the front desk. "Hey, Yoojin. Can you grab Hyosub and put him on valet? Woojun's in his own time zone again."

"You got it. Want me to call in Hyojoo to cover Hyosub?"

"Nah, we should be ok until Woojun gets here. It's early."

Her office door bounced open. Jisoo glared at it until Chaeyoung's head peeked around the corner. She hung up and gestured for the blonde to come in, a slow smile growing on her lips. "What the fuck are you wearing?"

"I'm a fox," Chaeyoung explained. Wrapped around her face was a fox-shaped hood, complete with soft red-tipped ears, and trailing down both sides were arms-length strips of fur ending in gloves shaped like paws. She put her hands in the paws and raised them. "See?"

Jisoo chuckled. "Quite the striking resemblance. You need something?"

"Two of the stage lights are flickering again." Chaeyoung looked concerned. "Did you forget to pay the electric bill for those two?"

"Dammit." Jisoo sighed. "The same ones? I had two guys in here supposedly fixing those this morning. I'm so tired of these guys busting my balls." She smiled and sat back. "Not to worry. I'll call them tomorrow and unleash full bitch mode. It should be very therapeutic."

"Make love, not war," Chaeyoung told her seriously, then waltzed out of her office with her paws raised, dancing to the thumping music from out on the floor.

Chaeyoung was a damn good DJ, though it never hurt she danced for tips from the booth when she was able to put a set on auto-pilot. The rarity of seeing her incredible body always drove the crowd wild when it happened. Tight muscles, smooth skin, and moves that—

Her office phone rang again, startling Jisoo from her Chaeyoung-shaped daydreams. "Leave a message," she barked at the shrilling telephone. It rang insistently in reply. The night was too young for the amount of bullshit she was getting handed. She needed a drink.

Jisoo ducked out of her office and wandered onto the main floor. YG's used to be a high-end restaurant and bar, so the place was plenty spacious. The mirrored walls and low-key red lighting she’d added made it look even more expansive than it was.

The crowd was light, but not bad for the time. In a couple hours the place would be buzzing with testosterone and a particularly vapid brand of conversation unique to strip clubs. As of now, what few guys there were in the house were all stage side, not that she could blame them. The new girl, Lisa, did a slow spin down the pole and Jisoo had a hard time looking away herself. Rumor had it the blonde had been the head cheerleader in her high school. Jisoo would be lying if she said the thought didn't get her dick hard.