Stripper to Trophy Husband | Yoonjin ✔️

Seven

Jin's Pov:

"I'm booked all night by one person?" I asked my boss in disbelief. First of all, I was only filling in for someone tonight, so who the hell booked me all night.

I was hoping to relax by the bar with Hoseok and maybe serve a few drinks, that's it. I was looking for a relaxed Friday night.

Now I have to strip and dance for possibly some old fart. This is the part of this job I don't like. Nights like these, I wish my face wasn't as handsome as it is, and my ass wasn't as sexy as it is.

Not to mention my waist and suckable lips. Before stripping, I didn't care about my looks, but I've learned over the years working in this club to be confident and comfortable about my body.

At the end of the day, it's really what's making me all this money. Although I wish I had an alternative. I don't like having men look at my body. Stripping for me is a means of survival and making sure Jimin is taken care of, but I hate it.

I think in the beginning, when I was new, I was okay with it. Stripping on stage is so much different from stripping privately for customers who come in. Private shows mean they try to touch you more, they even expect more, and it's disgusting.

Just because I am a stripper doesn't mean I want you all over me. Stripping is not the same as prostitution. My job is to remove some of my clothes, shake my ass a bit, and get paid. I don't sleep with my customers.

However, because some of our strippers sleep with the clients cause they have no control. It then becomes an expectation when I dance for certain clients, heck no.

Who the hell is going to want to marry me after finding out what I have done did as a career and then to find out I was sleeping around too.

"Yes, Jin, he's an elite and someone who you should do your best to make him happy. You've danced for him before. So no new face. Whatever you did for him before do it again."

"Great. What room is he in?" The good thing is I wasn't dealing with a new client. This means if I tolerated them once before, I could tolerate them again.

"He's actually at a hotel downtown."

"What?!" Is he serious? I don't go outside to strip for anyone.

"I know, I know this is not our norm, but the strip club isn't his scene, and he's a very private and influential person. He sent a driver to pick you up. All you have to do is strip for him, give him a good show, and nothing more. If you do this, I'll give you the next two weekends off."

"Are you sure I stripped for this person before? Cause I know if I did, it had to be here. Also, make that four weekends off." It's not like I could tell him, no, but the least I could do was a bargain for a better deal.

"Yes, you did. He came once and didn't want to come again. Four weekends it is. Now, please get going. Camille will show you his driver. I know like always you'll do a great job. Call me if anything. If all goes well, then see you on Tuesday." My boss says before walking out of the room, leaving me completely confused.

A hotel to meet a client and strip for him. That was a bit troubling. I mean, why a hotel? That could be taken in so many different ways. I'm hoping he doesn't expect that'll sleep with him. That's a definite no-no.

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"You!" I questioned as the annoying but handsome man from the previous night opens the hotel room door. Or should I say Penthouse suite?

These rich ass people got nothing better to do with their money.

"Yes, me. However, I do have a name. Please come in." He opens the door wide and welcomes me in. Reluctantly I walked in. At least he said please.

"I thought you were dissatisfied with my service last night, so why am I here now, in a penthouse at that?" It didn't make sense why he hired me for an entire night of service. Oh, I got it, "are you here on a business trip?" He probably was and couldn't find any company.

That might be a lie. Looking at him, he could have anyone he wants in his bed.

I was a possible exception.

"Last night, you spent your time arguing with me. Tonight I'm hoping I get what I paid for and more."

More? What is that supposed to mean. I couldn't find the words to respond as he stares into my eyes, "by the way, Seokjin, I'm not here on a business trip. The name is Min Yoongi, the hotel you are standing in, I own it."

"H-how do you know my name?" Who the hell was Min Yoongi, and how come I never heard of him before? It's like he expected me to know who he is.

Well, at least I know he wasn't paying for his stay in this room. Just a boss taking up space in his own place.

I watch as he rolls his eyes, "so you care more about how I know your name, but not the fact that I own this hotel?" He inquires perplex.

"Ummm....yeah. I don't care if you own this building or the one next door. What matters to me is only what effects or impacts me. Not many people know my name, so how come you do?"

"You are an interesting one. Let's discuss over dinner. Follow me."

"Dinner?" I was here to strip what the hell.

"Yes, you didn't expect I'd have you stripping all night, did you? Now come on, I'm curious about you, Seokjin. There's a lot I want to know about you, and I don't think one night is going to be enough." He walks away and out towards what seems to be an outside balcony leaving me standing in the middle of the room in total confusion.

How was I supposed to have dinner and strip for the man who I fingerfucked myself to last night?