Two thousand

Taehyung jerked away from the

man's touch. He opened

his mouth, closed it, then

turned on his heel and

bolted. Taehyung didn't even try

to explain himself. He knew

trouble when he saw it, and

that man was a walking

red flag. He quickly found

ha-eun and pulled her

aside.

"I broke a bottle of

champagne," taehyung blurted

miserably.

"How expensive?"

"Two thousand."

"Two thousand?!" ha-eun

closed her eyes and pinched

her temples. "Okay, it's fine.

Maybe if we collect enough

money tonight-" She tossed

her hands in the air. "Oh,who amn I kidding? You can't

earn twO grand dressed like

that!"

Even at times like this, she

found a way to diss him.

Before taehyung could even

muster a response, the

music stopped, and the

sound of bells cut through

the air.

"Table eight!" someone

shouted.

ha-wun's eyes widened with

hope. In a swift motion,

she seized taehyung's arm and

shoved past the crowd,

following the stream

of strippers who were

all heading in the same

direction.

"What's going on?" taehyung

demanded.

ha-eun glanced over her shoulder

with a wide grin.

"You're going to earn back that two

thousand dollars. When someone

rings the bell and calls a number,

a client wants a VIP room. All the

strippers gather around their table

so they can choose who they want to

take with them."

As they neared table eight, taehyung felt a

glimmer of hope that maybe he could

turn this night around. He might be

a terrible stripper, but he could flirt

and charm the client enough to earn a

few hundred dollars.

But taehyung's heart dropped when he

saw the client who requested the VIP

room. It was the man he had bumped

into earlier. The man's gaze swept

over the line of eager strippers, his

expression impassive. Taehyung quickly

ducked behind someone before he

could see him.

"What do you think, jungkook?" One of

the two men sitting in front of him

inquired.

"Cheap and worthless."

taehyung couldn't tell if he was talking

about the strippers or his drink.

"None you want to take to the VIP

room?"

Without warning, ha-eun shoved

taehyung forward, sending him stumbling

out of line and onto his knees with a

thud. The sudden shift in atmosphere

silenced the room, and taehyung stiffened.

He glanced back at ha-eun in shock

and confusion.

"Two thousand," she mouthed.

taehyung felt a pair of intense eyes bore

into him. He looked up, meeting

the gaze of the enigmatic man

Cold.

Unreadable. Condescending.

jungkook studied taehyung's face, his

eyes tracing the contours of his

features with calculated precision.

tawhyung had a blernd of Asian and

Caucasian features that commanded

attention.

A charming beauty mark

adorned the bottom corner of taehyung's

almond-shaped eye, adding to his

charm. He possessed a striking

jawline and masculine features, his

physique both fit and tall, exuding a

quiet strength without being overly

bulky. The contrast between thebuild intrigued jungkook, stirring

desire to toy with him.

"I can do better than them," taehyung

stated, his voice barely above a

whisper, intended only for jungkook's

ears.

jungkook's lips curled into a sly smirk,

staring at the submissive man

kneeling in front of him.

"Better?" jungkook echoed.

"Take me to the VIP room, and Ill

show you."

Taehyung's words were full of eagerness,

but his eyes betrayed his fear. The

other strippers would have been

dying from impatience to get him in

the VIP room-this one looked like he

wanted to run away. To everyone's

surprise, jungkook stood up.

"Then you best impress me."

Taehyung's eyes widened but he followed

jungkook into a private room away.

jungkook settled onto the plush booth

seating, uncorking a bottle of

champagne nestled in an ice bucket.

He poured two glasses, extending one

towards taehyung.

"Drink."

taehyung accepted it hesitantly.

"What's your name?" jungkook inquired

his eyes locked on taehyung's wet lips.

Taehyung prepared to answer, but jungkook

cut him off abruptly.

"Not your stage name."

"Andrew," he improvised.

jungkook grinned. It was definitely not

Andrew.

"What's yours?" taehyung quickly asked.

"Im a regular here. You should know."

jungkook poured Taehyung another cup,

filling it to the rim.

"That's too much," taehyung whispered.

"I didn't ask."

taehyung's jaw tightened, but he took

the cup and tilted his head back.he

was going to need a few drinks if he

wanted to survive the night.

"'Are you going to give me what I paid

for?"

"You haven't paid me anything" taehyung

countered.

"State your price."

"TWo thousand."

"Two thousand?" jungkook's eyebrow

quirked in amusement, and taehyung

felt a pang of uncertainty. Is that too

much? Should I have asked for less? I

knew I shouldn't have been so greedy.

"That's it?" jungkook's smirk widened.

"You should aim higher, love."

taehyung's heart jumped, his cheeks

coloring pink.

"You'll have your money once you

entertain me. Don't make me regret

choosing you, Andrew."

taehyung sucked in his cheeks. He

grabbed the remote control and

turned on the music. His body moved

to the beat, his hips moving the way

ha-eun had taught him.

Despite the

slight awkwardness, the alcohol

loosened him up, and he straddled

jungkook's lap. Taehyung felt a pain in his

right hamstring, but he tried to ignore

it.

"No pole dancing?" jungkook mused.

"I like to get straight to the point."

For a beginner, taehyung wasn't bad.

No, he was great. His lousy dancing

rubbed jungkook in all the sinfully right

places. His body was all muscle and

inexperience and so damn hot.

Taehyung

Swayed his hips and raised the hem

of his shirt, showing off his strong V

line and probing abs, followed by a

body roll. His abs tightened, and his

chest looked hard and extra perky.

But even in the dim light, Jungkook

could see taehyung blushing and could tell

he hated every second of this.

It was

torture for taehyung, but oh, so glorious

for jungkook. jungkook couldn't resist and

grabbed taehyung's hips to pull him closer

to where he wanted him.

Taehyung attempted to shift some of his

weight, but as he tried to stand up,

a sharp jolt of pain shot through his

right leg, forcing him to sit right on

jungkook's crotch.

Taehyung's eyes widened

in surprise when he felt something

big.

"Scared?" jungkook asked, his voice low

and raspier.

Taehyung feigned confidence. "Im just getting started."

He increased the pressure of his grind

against jungkook's erection, feeling it

respond eagerly. The intention was to

tease jungkook, but the sensation sent

a thriling wave of pleasure coursing

through Taehyung's body, tempting him

to press even harder for his own

enjoyment. Jungkook's hands edged

closer to taehyung's ass, but taehyung's hot

breath licked over jungkook's ear and

halted any further advances as he

growled, "No touching."

Jungkook glared, but he removed his

hands.

"Happy?"

"Not until I get my two thousand."

Jungkook tilted his head, looking at

him with fond amusement. "You're a

whore for money."

"Aren't we all?"

"How much to get your shirt and

pants of?" Jungkook asked, his voice

low and hoarse.

"You can't afford me," Taehyung

whispered, making jungkook chuckle.

"Baby boy, there's nothing I can't

afford."

Jungkook grabbed the collar of taehyung's

shirt and ripped it open, and the

buttons flew to the floor. He removed

it to get a better view of taehyung. Taehyung's torso flowed with strength, but the contrast between his personality

and body strangely made him more

desirable.

You'd expect someone

frail and small to easily obey and

break, but how good would it feel to

hear someone strong beg and moan?

Jungkook touched taehyung's bare chest,

his rough fingers brushing over his

pink and perky nipples. Taehyung's back

arched, and he bit his lower lip from

the tingling sensation ravaging his

body, but he didn't tell him to stop

this time.

He was more troubled by

how he was willing to do this, almost

yearning for Jungkook to touch him.

"You like this, don't you?" jungkook

hummed. "You're not even trying to

hide it."

"Shut up," taehyung muttered, his voice

strained and his eyes filled with

desire.

taehyung's breath was low and uneven.

He hated how needy he sounded.

Taehyung attempted to take control of

the situation, but jungkook swiftly

countered, spinning him around and pushing him against the table.

"If you think you're in control, think

again," jungkook chuckled darkly.

"Hands against the table," he ordered,

his husky tone igniting a heavy throb

of desire in Taehyung's core. When taehyung

hesitated, Jungkook's lips brushed

tantalizingly against his earlobe.

"Hands on the. Fucking. Table."

Taehyung swallowed hard and did as he

was told. Jungkook's eyes devoured

taehyung's strong shoulder blades and

back.

"Arch your back," jungkook commanded. Taehyung glanced over his shoulder

in surprise, only to be met with

jungkook's intense gaze. "Did I say you

can lookat me?" His voice dripped

with authority, leaving no room for

disobedience.

Taehyung knew he had just been told off,

but he never felt so turned on.

"Four thousand. Bend over."

Taehyung leaned forward and arched

his back, the fabric of his briefs

stretching tightly with the movement.

jungkook watched the bottom of taehyung's

pants stretch which gave him an idea

of how strong and plump his ass was.

Jungkook pressed himself against Taehyung,

whose eyes stretched open at how

large he felt.

"Remember this feeling," Jungkook

whispered into his ear, his voice

sending a shiver down Taehyung's spine.

"Imagine not wearing any clothes.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Taehyung's lips parted, but before he could

reply, the door swung open. It was

one of Jungkook's employees.

"Boss, the company called. They need

you to handle important business,"

he said, unphased by what was

happening in front of him.

"Tell them I'm busy."

"Its urgent, sir," he murmured.

Jungkook's jaw ticked but knew if his

employee was stupid enough to

interrupt, it must be an emergency.

He released Taehyung and pulled out a

fat wad of money from his wallet.

The heavy thud made taehyung stiffen.

Jungkook then slipped his business card

between the waistband of taehyung's

pants.

"Call me if you want more."

Outside, Max hurried to catch up with

Jungkook.

"Who called?" Jungkook demanded, his

tone sharp.

"A manager from one of your casinos

in The Red District," Max explained,

his breath coming out in short puffs

as he struggled to keep pace with his

boss.

"Il deal with it. Get the boys and

fetch the car. And Max?"

"Yes, boss?"

"You're fired."

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