The Girl in the Mask || A Jungkook Fan Fiction

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2: Twenty Million  

"That was amazing, Byul!" Jiwoo, another performer in the club, beamed as soon as Byul entered the room provided for them. "You look like a whole fucking snack walking in that clothes while slithering upward on the pole. No wonder every freaking client wants a taste of you."

The pole dancer simply shrugged the compliment as she gently dabbed her forehead with tissue to lessen the sweat forming on it, careful not to remove the makeup she worked hard on. She did the same to her neck and arms, a bit of the glitters getting off.

"Bold of them to assume I'm letting them taste me." She chuckled, glancing at Jiwoo from the reflection of her mirror, whose busy redoing her smudged makeup. She must've been laid with a wild and rough client, just as how she likes it. Byul smirked at the thought, before proceeding with doing some light retouch on her face.

"Damn, I keep forgetting how you're such a bitch to your clients."

"Am not," Byul defended. "They're just too lust-filled that they can't enjoy my company and lap dance without getting a boner."

"And said poor clients always leave this place with blue balls."

"Yet they keep on coming back and asking for me."

"Even though one of your rules clearly states that you only serve a client only once."

Byul rolled her eyes. "Exactly my point!"

"Damn girl, at this point you're only luring more men to try and get in between your legs," Jiwoo beamed in amusement, hands expertly curling her long and straight black locks and putting her bangs in place. "Not that they'll succeed but I guess they see you as a challenge – see who could be the great and mighty one to make the infamous Byul give in."

Her job lies between an escort and a prostitute. She spends her night accompanying lonely, perverted and lust-filled men from various ages, sitting with them on the table, accepting drinks and few skin ships from them and even gifting them lap dances (for a very high price, of course) as they use her sensual moves and sexy body to reach their own climax. Though she can say that her job is better and has higher morale than a prostitute's as she never, ever, once had sex with her clients, she can't help but feel disgusted and think of herself as a dirty woman every time a hand touches her porcelain skin.

Byul's red lips frowned in distaste. "Not a chance. I'd rather die a virgin than let those fuckers taste my body."

The black-haired dancer cackled as she finished dolling herself up as if she didn't just finish a very wild and rough sex with a rich businessman. She stood and approached Byul, who was busy removing the veil from her gold mask without tearing the smooth fabric apart.

"Suit yourself, babe," Jiwoo said with a genuine smile before giving her friend a kiss on her cheeks. "As for me, Mr. COO bought my night so I'll be spending the rest of the work in his hotel. Don't wait for me and rest as soon as you reached home."

"Alright, take care," Byul replied, frowning at the faint kiss mark her friend left on her right cheek. "And don't forget the condoms! I'm not yet ready to be an aunt."

"Of course, bitch!" Jiwoo shouted from the hallway before the door finally closed.

The pole dancer shook her head but a smile is hanging on her lips as she looked at her reflection one last time before putting back her mask. Unlike from her performance a while ago, her face now is a bit more revealed but her eyes are still covered, as per usual.

The door opened once again, revealing a middle aged woman who looks younger than her actual age. Clutching her prized possession red Hermes purse, Madame Lee strutted in wearing her new sparkling red dress made by a known designer paired with black pointed-toe stilettos. Her thin red lips were curved upwards in a face ripping smile as she went near Byul.