Stripper to Trophy Husband | Yoonjin ✔️

Four

"Just because I am a stripper does not mean I am a whore. I do not get completely naked for my clients." Jin said, regaining composure while glaring at the man before him.

Yoongi was taken back by Jin's comment. "you asked me if there was anything special I wanted and what kind of fucking stripper don't get naked?" Yoongi defended, he was so baffled by Jin's abrupt way of addressing him that he did not even know how to respond. No one spoke to him like that. Well except for his father, and sometimes Namjoon, but that's beside the point. No one is allowed to talk to him like that.

"This kind. So, are you going to sit and let me do what you are paying me to do, or what?" Jin wasn't usually like this, but something about Yoongi's statement had triggered him.

"You do know I am paying you, right?" Yoongi walked closer to Jin. He was annoyed with the beauty before him.

Jin rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, "And, your point?"

"Do you have any idea who I am?" Jin's eyes swayed back and forth as he took Yoongi in, "Am I suppose to know? Is that supposed to change something here? Listen, I am doing my job, and I don't have time to waste. So either you are going to sit back in your chair, let me do my job, or you can leave if I don't satisfy what you are looking for in a stripper. I am sure I got other clients waiting for me!"

Jin didn't care; strippers deserved respect too. He hates when guys come in thinking they could talk to him, however, and do whatever they wanted, just because they were throwing money at him. He didn't ask for their money; they are paying him for a service they are requesting.

Yoongi huffed and glared at Jin, "Whatever, you are probably aren't that good anyway." He walked back and sat in the chair. He wanted to leave, but at the same time, he wanted to see what this "Korean Barbie" had working for him. One thing he knew for sure, it certainly wasn't his attitude, he was a feisty one, but that somehow intrigued him.

Jin shakes his head, "Can you dim back the lights?"

"No."

Jin grits his teeth together as he looks at the man before him.

Fuck it, he thought. I'll do it and get it over with.

He walks over to the table in the room and turns on the music. His favorite song, Pony by Genuwine, comes on. Heading back over to where the pole is, he wraps his hands around it and sways to the music. Flipping up onto the pole and then sliding upside down, using his legs to hold him up. Slowly he descends to the floor onto his hands. He pushes forward towards where Yoongi is sitting, licking his lips as he makes contact with Yoongi.

Yoongi tries his best to keep a cold expression on his face, but the feeling in his pants he couldn't contain. Jin turned into a split and began gyrating on the ground. Yoongi suppressed a cough from leaving his throat as he caught a glimpse of Jin's butt cheeks in his short shorts. He shifts in his seat.

Jin, allowing the music to take control, transitions into a middle split, leaning forward onto his elbows and then shaking his ass for Yoongi. "Fuck me," Yoongi growls above the music, no longer able to suppress his thoughts. Jin might have an attitude problem, but he damn well knew what he was doing.

Jin smirked to himself, getting off the floor and sauntered his way over to Yoongi. Sliding down between Yoongi's leg, running his hand up to his chest and down to his waist, stopping right above the front of Yoongi's pants front. Yoongi presses his lips together, trying his best not to react. Jin smiles to himself as he takes in the difference in Yoongi's expression and the major problem between his legs.

He gets up off the floor and spins around, dropping himself intentionally in Yoongi's lap and began gyrating, leaning his head back, he whispers into Yoongi's ears "do you want to touch me?" he said while moaning and pressing himself against Yoongi's hard member through his clothing.

Yoongi muttered some curse words and grips onto Jin's thighs. Jin smiles to himself and pushes Yoongi hand off him and gets off his lap. Just a cocky dude wanting to have sex, Jin thought to himself.

They misunderstand the difference between a stripper and a whore.

"Sorry, times up,"

Yoongi eyes went wide, "What the hell? You just started!"

"You are right. However, I have been in this room for over an hour, and your allotted time for this session was only an hour."

"Bullshit! You spent most of the time arguing with me." Yoongi was annoyed with Jin, yet weirdly turned on by him.

"Sir, I hope you enjoyed the service provided to you today. Should you have any complaints, please complete the survey on your way out. One of the staff in our complaints department will be in touch with you.

Sorry if I was unable to meet any of your needs today. I now have another appointment waiting for me. Thanks for coming. It's been my pleasure servicing you." Jin bit into his bottom lip, trying his hardest not to laugh as he grabs his robe and walks towards the door, leaving a dumbfounded Yoongi.

"He is going to pay for this," Yoongi yells, kicking over the bottle of champagne he never even got to enjoy. "How can someone be so fucking irritating and just so fucking........... hot!"

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A/N: Guys, I have never been a stripper (would've been my backup career if school didn't work out though) or on a pole, so bear with me, please.