uploading things i’ve written while drunk bc there’s so many and i need them gone from my notes pt.4 sfw
ok deadass i want to actually try on dis one but i don’t like writing anymore
dealer x cop
undercover stripper
she works as a dancer for 2 months until she finally gets promoted to under grown dye to high requested. she acts professional but bimbo towards the clients who want her
“three years. three fucking years this has been going on and we still haven’t caught that mother fucker.” the chief of police scolded as he slammed a file down on the desk. the room was filled with officers. the meeting was coming to an end.
“sir..! we have no leads.” one officer pleaded.
“that’s enough. you’re off the case.”
“l/n, park, you’re on.” the chief said, file landing in your hands.
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“are you serious.” your partner, jay said, slumping down on his chair.
“they had two of the best officers and they couldn’t get anything. how are we supposed to manage?”
“i mean… what else is there to lose?” you said while sitting across from him, file open.
“we don’t even have a picture of this guy.” jay mumbled, peeking over at the file.
“our only hope is going undercover and hoping we find something…” you said, reading words ‘owns club busan. a strip club.’
“it’s so obvious that’s where they’re laundering money from.” you said while pushing the file towards him
“oh no. i am not working as security there. that place is always getting raided.” jay said pushing the file away
“you would rather me become a stripper?”
jay stayed silent, making eye contact. you sigh.
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yang jungwon.
one of busans most respected dealers.
started young, took over his fathers business after he passed. he supplied drugs, weapons, girls. you name it, he’s got it. for a price.
he’s the main suspect for a homicide but they have nothing on him. what kind of drug lord would he be if he didn’t have his own corrupt officers?
his name isn’t even in the system, record clean. as if he never existed.
he owned a strip club in down town busan, he did all his business there. why most people don’t know is his place has a basement. where all the magic happens. only certain people with a certain code can enter. you go to the bar and ask for a yang special. you get lead to the back, patted down, and the you enter the shop. weapons hung on the wall, crates filled with drugs duffels with money, girls mingling by the couch, each door had one body guard. what men came for were the girls. 6 different dancers, each a different race. slim, nice body pretty face. paid to do whatever the man wants. no refusal. that’s where y/n had to step in. they had connections to the club. that’s how she got the job. her color was a deep wine red. her job was to get as much information she could and seduce jungwon.
the first week was hard.
you walked in the dark club around 9pm, bag in hand. you paid the bouncer and made your way to the back. you got dressed and it was finally your turn on stage. you chose a slow song and danced for a bit, mingling with the men throwing money. you teased and danced for around 30 minutes until the next dancer was called. you quickly pick up your mine and make it back into the dressing room.
“nice for a first time.” mumbled a girl in neon green.
“could’ve been better” said a girl in pink, fixing her lip combo
