In which everyone around him was just nothing but temptation that he must come over with or else he will lose but as times goes by its fine, its all fine... for that one person.
In which everyone around him was just nothing but temptation that he must come over with or else he will lose but as times goes by its fine, its all fine... for that one person.
The lights are finally on, different colors dancing with the music booming in every corner of the club.
The waiters and other staff is busy making sure that everything is settled. The stage, tables, counter, foods and beverages.
And here comes the busiest corner of the club, the dressing room.
Boys keeps on pacing back and forth asking to borrow this and that from their co-workers while dolling themselves making sure that they look the best.
"Seokjin, you'll go up last."
The young man let out a small smile at their manager and just nods his head.
There's only two types of men working in this club as a stripper: men who is able to conceive and a men who isnt able to.
It's obvious that the market value of men who is able to conceive is much higher than those who cant.
But when it comes to tip, those who are not able to conceive gets to have much more as many of them offers extra services like blowjobs or even sex.
"Ugh! I wish I can just marry a rich good looking man so I can quit this job."
Jungwoo, one of his close friends in the club, groaned as he put his gloss on his lips.
He'll go up to the stage with Sungjong and Chenle. As they're all new, they're probably up on the stage for just ten to fifteen minutes.
Seokjin took in a deep breathe and decided to watch some daily vlogs through his phone.
After watching atleast three vlogs, the three went inside the dressing room covered with silk robes already.
"The audience tonight werent bad." Chenle adorably said.
Jungwoo rolled his eyes, "Werent that bad, really!? They're smoking hot!" he exclaimed.
Chenle giggled, a cute but handsome young man closed the deal for him.
As far as he can remember, his name is Park Jisung? He's not sure, though.
And that really caught Seokjin's attention, these three often complains about how people who keeps on coming here were just old businessmen or politicians.
"Seokjin, retouch. You're next!"
He immediately rose up to his feet and put on his shiny lip gloss and purposely but slightly messed up his hair before removing his jacket revealing his outfit for the night.
He's just wearing a white lace panty and a white tong, topless. That's all.
He's a stripper anyway, what's the point of putting all the unnecessary clothes that would be taken off right away?
Zero Club is not like any other club.
It is the most exclusive among all the exclusive clubs in South Korea.
Only the people with black cards are the one who has the right to avail their membership card which is the only requirement for you to get inside the luxurious club.
It is a high-end club without any CCTV's to make sure that their clients would be very comfortable as a lot of them consist of politicians, businessmen and famous actors. Though, they have the maximum level of security.
The strippers here are also different from any other club.
Unlike the other clubs who requires their strippers to have a show, Zero Club is far from that.
They doesnt want to expose their strippers like that as they believe that it is one of the best way to make their clients craved and be more curious as to what exent that stripper could do.
It is actually more of an auction type, the strippers would go up on the stage and will remove the piece of clothing that they have twirling around every now and then. It actually depends on the stripper.
And then the audience will have atleast ten to fifteen minutes to bid, the one who can close the deal with a much higher price than the other would get the stripper.
Once they closed the deal, that's when they'll be lead into one of their room upstairs so that the stripper can exclusively make a show for that person,
There's an extra fee if you touch them, another one if you kissed them and of course, another one if you want more than the things mentioned.
"Seokjin, are you ready?" the owner asked,
The man slowly nods his head letting out a tight-lipped smile before giving a thumbs up.
They signalled for the music to start and the spotlight already pointed towards the center stage.
Seokjin shut his eyes closed taking in a deep breathe as he went up to the stage, standing on the center.
True enough, as he scanned the audience, all of them are worth giving a show.
They're a bunch of handsome men in suit and Seokjin for the first time, he's actually excited to give someone a show.
"The bidding will start now...."
Seokjin winked at them as he finally took off his white lace panties, his hands caressing his thighs making some of them hollered in excitement.
"One thousand dollars..."
"Two thousand five hundred..."
"Four thousand dollars..."
"Five thousand eight hundred..."
Seokjin keeps on looking at the men who keeps on bidding.
Honestly, that is actually too much but he's not complaining. Plus, the fact that all of them are handsome.
"Fuck off, Jaehyun. Seven thousand five hundred."
The other man smirked as he raised his number up once again.
"Eight thousand..."
Another men then raised his number up, he looks much younger than the previous men.
"Nine thousand..."
Seokjin usually keeps on posing while the customers are bidding or he will even go down the stage to just teasingly walked around.
This time, he's too absorbed with the bidding process. He don't care who he ends up with, he'll enjoy anyway. They're all so handsome and the fact that they have a lot of money makes it even more exciting.
A man who suddenly stood up in the corner caught all of their attention.
Seokjin frozed as he looked at him straight in the eye, he looks undeniably handsome, his body toned just the way he likes it and his hair pushed back.
"Forty five thousand dollars..."
All the men groaned in frustration knowing that the deal is finally closed,
"Mr. Jeon Jungkook closed the deal with forty five thousand dollars..."
In which having a child is a lot harden that what Seokjin that it would be. Sometimes, he wishes to have someone by his side even though he's hoping for that only person and no one else but sometimes, he just wants to get through it all.
Seokjin, a man that is in need of love to fill the empty space deep inside of his heart that only this person can ever fill. They were wrong, it was a mistake... but they're working on it wishing for it to be right and acceptable because it's love and it's true.
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