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.
At their wedding night, Kayla caught her brand-new husband cheating. Reeling and half-drunk, she staggered into the wrong suite and collapsed into a stranger's arms. Sunrise brought a pounding head-and the discovery she was pregnant. The father? A supremely powerful tycoon who happened to be her husband's ruthless uncle. Panicked, she tried to run, but he barred the door with a faint, dangerous smile. When the cheating ex begged, Kayla lifted her chin and declared, "Want a second chance at us? Ask your uncle." The tycoon pulled her close. "She's my wife now." The ex gasped, "What!?"
"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
Her ex-husband declared, "The person I admired most was that legendary racer." She smiled thinly. "Hate to break it to you-that was me." He said, "Jealous I blew a fortune on a world-famous jeweler for Violet?" She let out a cool laugh. "Funny, that designer trained under me." He scoffed, "Buying a dying firm won't put you in my league. Snap out of it." She shrugged. "Weird-I just steered your company off a cliff." Stunned, he blurted out, "Baby, come back. I'll love you forever." She wrinkled her nose. "Hard pass. Keep your cheap love." Then she took a mogul's arm and never looked back.
Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.
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