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The time was getting close to one am. You had already done four private dances, two had been regular clients that you actually enjoyed dancing for, with one being Namjoon. Namjoon was always a gentleman. He followed you to which ever club you were dancing at, however, he only ever asked for dances when you were at Elixr. You never questioned him, you just assumed it was because you would give dances cheaper at Elixr. Regardless he always paid well and he was fun. He complimented you and made you feel beautiful, as if you were the only woman in the world. You had developed a dancer client relationship over the past two years and were more than happy to make him feel good. It wasn’t uncalled for your clients to leave horny, desperate for relief, and Namjoon was no exception. Tonight you all but made him blow his load in his pant as you moved your hips seductively up and down on him to the beat of the song, while rubbing your breast dangerously close to his face. He never pushed your boundaries and kept his hands on the areas he was allowed, but you would put your earnings on it that, given the chance, he would fuck you into oblivion on the floor of the VIP. Once the dance had ended he thanked you, with a very noticeable hard on and left. Truth be told, if you had met him under different circumstances, you would have tried to sleep with him. However, you don’t sleep with clients, and that was what he was now. You never turned tricks behind the club, or in the motel across the road after the end of shift. That was for some girls, but not for you.
You were standing at the bar watching one of the red heads work her stage. She used her fingers on herself, or rather in herself, to attract attention. Apparently her lack of clothing was doing nothing for her. You scoffed and turned away, thinking how some girls went above and beyond to attract attention.
“Can I have that dance now?” You turned and found the young man from earlier, Jungkook, looking at you with his lips between his teeth and dark hair falling over his eyes, a far cry from his cocky attitude earlier. He looked you up and down, your mirrored his action.
“Okay” you said as you turned to lead him to a private room.
“Wait… what?!” He exclaimed, he wasn’t expecting you to give in so easily.
“Do you not want it?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest, cocking an eyebrow.
“I do, you just refused earlier, then I called you a whore. So I figured it wasn’t going to happen.” He said looking at you with a smirk on his face, cocky attitude resumed. You contemplated slapping it off him, but the money he was going to pay was so tempting.
“You offered two thousand right?” You asked tilting your head to the side and licking your lips. All Jungkook did was nod his head.
“Would you say no to two thousand dollars for 5 minutes of effort?” You quizzed him.
“Well, when you put it that way” He said advancing towards you as you turned around, “Lead the way, Y/N” he whispered in your ear from behind you. You controlled yourself from stiffening up. You never used your real name in the club. You didn’t want people knowing you.
“Kyron.” You responded, without looking at him.
“Pardon?” he asked.
“ My name is Kyron” You walked towards to private room and opened the door for him.
“What ever you say….. Kyron” He said entering the room with a smirk on his face. You debated changing your mind, forgetting this dance, but Jisoo said you could take all the profit instead of just the cut. That was what made you walk into the room and shut the door.
The dance went by quickly, Jungkook seemed to enjoy it, but he also seemed to be analyzing your every move. There was more to this dance you noted. Jisoo was probably right. Agust D had put him up to it and was probably trying to get you. At the end of the dance, you thanked the man in front of you and waited for him to leave. He took his sweet as time getting up as you fixed yourself.
“I’ll be in touch” He said finally rising up, not even bothering to hid his semi hard on in his pants, heading towards to door.
“Don’t bother. I won’t dance for you again. And tell your boss to look for another girl” You said as you wiped down the chair, annoyed he was still there. Jungkook grabbed you and shoved you against the wall suddenly, trapping you between his arms. His annoyance showing.
“You don’t get a choice, beautiful. You’re nothing.” Jungkook growled out, he also noticed that you didn’t flinch, you didn’t coward away from him.
“You heard me. Now let me go before I drive my heels into your semi hardened cock” You said with feigned innocence. He couldn’t help but chuckle. You were looking at him sweetly, but the threat and the words you used were so filthy. He leaned in closely, making sure to not break eye contact. You wouldn’t admit it, but he was intimidating.
“I’ll see you around…Y/N” He kissed your cheek and was out of the room before you could slap him.
“Prick” You said as you gathered yourself and left the room. You were done for the night. You went to find Jisoo, just to let him know you were leaving and he could pay you.
“That prick kissed my cheek and I didn’t even get to slap him!” Yelling as you burst into Jisoo’s office. “Oh, hi Youngjae! I swear if they ever try to get a dance again you say no!” Jisoo looked up from his paper work on his desk and Youngjae swung around in his chair with arms wide open. You crawled onto his lap while he wrapped his arms around you.
“Who kissed you sweetheart, who should I beat up” Youngjae asked innocently.
“Jungkook, Agust D’s right hand.” Jisoo said with a laugh as he watched Youngjae become a little pale.
“Sweetheart, just forget about it. I am not going up against BangTan. I love you, but I also love my life.” Youngjae said, rubbing your head as you pouted.
“Why is everyone so eager to just let them do whatever” You asked. Youngjae stilled underneath you.
“Leave it alone Y/N, you know better than to question things.” Jisoo growled out at you. You knew it was time to stop when he took that tone with you. Also, if looks could kill. Jisoo kept you in line. God knows you’d be dead by now if it wasn’t for him holding you back. Your attitude alone with the men in this world was enough to get you killed. You just played with fire even more by asking questions.
“I’m going home. Pay me” You said, putting your hand out.
“You did very well tonight. Namjoon paid you 1500, after the dance he came back and said to tip you an extra 500. What did you do to him?” Jisoo asked looking up from his papers, you smirked at him. Jisoo knew you were good on stage, and even better in the private rooms. He watched your dances from time to time, just like he watched all the girls. You because he wanted to make sure you were safe, them because he was aware they tried to turn tricks under his roof. If he ever caught one of his girls doing that, they were out the door. He didn’t tolerate prostitution in his club. What they did outside he didn’t care about.
“four thousand, three hundred tonight sweetheart, you did good.” Youngjae said as he handed you the money. You were still sitting in his lap, while he was working around your body, calculating the earnings of the evening. Youngjae was safe to you. In fact, all the men at Elixr were safe to you. It was probably because they all had known you for a few years now. They put up with your attitude and kept you out of trouble. It was a messed up family situation, one you were thankful for.
“Go to bed.” Jisoo said looking back to his papers. He was still a bit annoyed at you but you didn’t care.
“Kay.” You said as you kissed Youngjae’s cheek humming in response and removing yourself from his lap. You circled around the desk and kissed Jisoo’s cheek before heading to the door.
“I’m sorry, don’t stay mad at me.” You whispered with your hand on the handle. As hard as you were, Jisoo was all you had. You didn’t want him angry with you.
“I never stay mad at you” He replied, shifting his gaze toward you. “Text me when you get home.”
You nodded and walked out the door. You quickly made it to the dressing room and changed back into your sweats and t-shirt. Removing your lipstick and throwing your hair into a bun. You slipped your sandals on, grabbed your bag and headed out the back door.
As you made your way to your car, you noticed the black car parked a little off. It wasn’t one you recognized, and you could almost put your money on it who was in there. You knew they were watching you. You threw your bag into the passenger’s seat of your car, slamming the door. You sighed inwardly, walked around the car, and instead of getting in, like a normal girl would, walked across the parking lot to the black car that sat there watching you.
Yoongi sat with his eyes closed in the drivers seat of his car. Jungkook was beside him watching the back door of the strip club they just left. After hearing all about the private dance that cost Yoongi two grand, Jungkook declared that he could have you working in their club in no time.
“There she is Hyung!” Jungkook lurched forward in his seat as he watched you exit the club. God, you were beautiful, Yoongi thought. He could make a lot of money off you. Yoongi watched as you threw your bag in your car, annoyed. Interesting, he thought, why does she seem so pissed off. He watched you round your car, expecting you to get in and drive off. What surprised him was you didn’t. Instead you were marching your way right over to his car.
“You pissed her off” Yoongi said to Jungkook, eyes never leaving you.
He rolled down his window just as you rounded his side and were about to knock on it.
“Yes, love” Yoongi drawled out. He doubted you knew who he was. So he wasn’t worried about anything.
“Listen, the answer is no. I know why you sent Jungkook in there tonight. I won’t be owned by you, Agust D. I won’t be owned by anyone, and I won’t work for you.” You said with such disdain in your voice that Jungkook actually flinched slightly. He was wearing a nice shirt and didn’t feel like cleaning up your bloody body after Yoongi finished you off.
Yoongi was surprised by your outburst, more surprised you knew who he was, and came to his car.
“Jungkook, what the fuck did you do?” He hissed at Jungkook, who remained silent in the passenger’s seat.
“That prick kissed my cheek, what do you teach your comrades? How to be assholes? Get your fucking shit together” You stated.
Yoongi sighed, he was annoyed now. No one talked to him this way. He reached for the handle of the car and got out. He wasn’t going to be looked down on, especially by your.
He got out of the car and stood in front of you. Normal girls would be scared, not you, you just continued to poke the bear for god knows what reason.
“You don’t get to talk to me that way” Yoongi hissed, his face contorted in anger.
“Fuck you.” You replied crossing your arms over your chest. He brought his hand up to his eyes and rubbed them.
“Okay, I’ll forgive you for that this time because you’re obviously new and an idiot. Anyways, I want you to dance in my club” He hissed out, looking at you with a lack of emotion on his face.
“No.” You answered.
“You’re not in a position to say no to me” He threatened, getting into your face.
“Yes I am. No.” you declared.
Yoongi lurched out and grabbed you, tossing you over the hood of the car and leaning down on your body.
“Don’t test me little girl” he growled only inches above your face. “I am a very powerful man, I don’t take to bitches trying to step on me.” he eyed you.
“Kill me then” You murmured looking away from him, causing him to pull off you a bit.
“What?” He asked as he grabbed your chin to make you look into his eyes.
“Kill me.” You repeated. You could honestly say you weren’t scared of death, and you really had nothing to lose.
“Why aren’t you scared?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow as he still laid on top of you. He was interested in you and your lack of fear. Anyone else would be cowering at his feet begging him to not put a bullet in their head. You on the other hand, begged him to put the bullet there.
“I’m reckless” You simply stated.
“You’ve been broken” He said, removing himself off you. You pulled yourself up to sit on the hood of his car.
“I’ve shot people for looking at my car, you know.” He stated as he pulled out a cigarette.
“Whatever” You replied but made no effort to get off. “Hey asshole, why don’t you come out too” you said as you knocked on the window. Jungkook climbed out of the car looking at you in amusement.
“You have balls” he said, looking between you then at Yoongi for any indication that he was going to explode.
“And you kissed my cheek after your dance. Who the fuck do you think you are kissing me” You hissed, glaring at him. Jungkook went to respond but Yoongi stopped him.
“Enough, I want you to be one of my girls” Yoongi said again. “I won’t ask nicely a third time”
“I won’t be owned” You stated, looking at the man in front of you.
“I can make your life hell” He threatened as he lit his cigarette.
“My life is already hell, what else you got?”
“You’re pissing me off Y/N” he hissed through his teeth
You simply shrugged and looked up at the sky.
“I’ll make you a deal” You stated.
“I don’t make deals” He said in a matter of fact tone.
“Suit yourself.” You went to jump off the car hood and walk back to your car. Yoongi grabbed your wrist and spun you around. You looked at him with a smirk on your face.
“I’m only entertaining this once, because I know you can make me a lot of money.” He said pinching the bridge of his nose. “And don’t you ever breath a word of this to anyone, I will kill you if you try to make me look soft.”
You giggled at him, which made him more pissed off, you really were putting your life at risk right now.
“I’ll dance for you Fridays and Saturdays, only 3 weeks out of the month though. I want your club ratio. I heard you pay your girls well. Forty Five percent of profits.” You stated. Jisoo tried to keep you away from this business, but you weren’t stupid. You knew where the money was. You also knew that this man came to the club you were working at because he really wanted you. You knew you could make money and he knew you could make money. He would bargain with you, or so you thought anyways.
Yoongi grabbed his gun from his back pocket and pointed it right in between your eyes.
“You’ve really fucking pissed me off now.” He growled.