Waking up this morning, I felt lighter than I had in ages. Part of me was relieved that I had finally opened up to those closest to me. While I hadn't delved into my rocky relationship with my mother, sharing my father's story felt like I'd lifted a weight off my shoulders. Each tale I recounted brought him back to life, if only for a moment, and I could almost feel him beside me again.

Naturally, Taehyung stayed in my bed, his presence a comforting warmth, while Louisa and Justin opted to crash on my couch together. Seokjin declined my offer of a blow-up mattress, preferring to return home. Living a couple of blocks apart, we enjoyed the convenience of our close proximity to one another.

Breakfast with Taehyung, Louisa, and Justin was nice. The more time I spent with Justin, the more I liked the man. He was funny and a bit goofy when he drank, and it was clear he genuinely cared for Louisa. It warmed my heart to see my boyfriend and my boss forging friendships with Justin, too. Last night, the three men bonded over video games and music while Louisa and I lounged with our drinks, exchanging amused glances as they got animated in their discussions.

As the day progressed, the slight hangover from the previous night's cocktails faded away. Time flew, and it felt like mere moments after waking that I was already on my way to work. A nervous energy buzzed within me; tonight, Seraphina and Lola would be sharing the stage.

I was prepared and knew the choreography inside and out, but the jitters kicked in as I worried about Seokjin's reaction. It was unprecedented for two showgirls to perform together, and while I was mostly confident that he would love our routine, a part of me couldn't shake the fear that Jin might freak out. He might be one of my best friends, but at Copacabana, he was my boss first.

After stashing my bag in my locker, I retrieved the small box I'd brought and made my way to Seokjin's office. The club was quiet, still closed to the public. As I approached, I ran into Jackson, who was striding through the staff entrance. Dressed head to toe in yellow, he looked like he'd literally dressed like the sun to fit tonight's Summer Love theme.

"Lola! You look great, Darlin', like you had a nice and relaxin' day yesterday. I'm near about past goin'... a bottle of whiskey was fixin' to make me its bitch last night," he laughed, pulling a woozy face.

I giggled sympathetically. It took me a while to catch on to Jackson's Texan idioms, but now they felt familiar, like the Aussie slang I grew up with. "The good thing about having a boyfriend who's a bartender is that he knows all the best hangover cures."

"Dang. Y'all looking for a third in your relationship?"

Are you wanting my boyfriend or his miracle hangover cure? Or have you finally decided to venture to the dark side and sleep with a woman?" I joked back. Out of those three options, I knew I'd be the last choice. After all, I was missing the appendage that Jackson preferred. It was no secret that the DJ had a long line of men vying for his attention, whether for dating or to just spend a night in his bed.

"Oh, Honey, we all know neither you nor Taehyung could handle me," he drawled, a playful smirk on his lips. "Just ask Mr. Boss Man—he was walkin' bow-legged for days." With a wink, he strolled off to his booth, leaving me giggling at his audacity.

I paused for a moment, surprised by Jackson's revelation—not because I was unsettled by the idea of Seokjin being bisexual. Rather, I was surprised that the thought of having a third person join Tae and me didn't completely freak me out. Shaking that thought away, I continued on my way to Jin's office.

"Knock, knock," I called, peeking through the open door. When Seokjin waved me in, I took a seat in front of his desk and placed the box on the polished wood, nudging it closer to him.

"For me?" he asked, his wide smile lighting up the room. "You know you could've given it to me last night at your place."

Without waiting for a response, Seokjin tore into the box. He erupted with laughter as he pulled out another mug adorned with a cute pun.

It didn't take long after starting at Copacabana for me to discover Jin's obsession with pun mugs. He proudly displayed his growing collection on the wall behind his desk, and each day he'd pick a different one for his many cups of coffee.

He rushed over to wrap me in a tight hug. "You know me too well, Doll. Thank you!" After we pulled apart, he immediately began rearranging his collection to make room for the new addition.

"You're very welcome, Jinnie," I said, smiling warmly as I watched him perfect the arrangement of his beloved mugs. "I'm not sure what brings me more joy—finding a new mug you don't have or seeing your face when I gift you a new one."

I spent a few minutes chatting with Seokjin about this and that. It was always so easy to talk to him. If he weren't my boss or best friend, I could easily see us falling in love. Apart from one night of drunken weakness when we'd shared a passionate kiss, neither of us wanted to ruin our friendship with sex.

"So, Jackson tells me he's cooked up a new song for a certain special performance tonight?" Seokjin asked, his tone teasing as he tried to coax me into revealing more.

"Yep, I think it's some of his best work. And no, I am not giving anything away..." His lips began to pout, and I couldn't help but giggle. Standing up, I headed towards the door but spun around dramatically, striking a playful pose. "...Except to say that Copacabana has never seen a show like this before."

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My shift at work had flown by. I completed two performances, each one raking in a good amount of cash as I danced on stage. I also received requests for several private dances, as well as lap dances from various men at the tables. All in all, it had been a successful night, and things were about to get even better.

I stood beside Seraphina as we waited for Venus to finish up her performance on the pole. We wore the same very sheer lingerie, in different colours. Unlike my request to not have anything too revealing, the style Louisa picked left nothing to the imagination. The lavender hue she had chosen for me accentuated my pale skin, making it look even more alluring. Whereas Seraphina's pastel mint green set contrasted with her rich, deep complexion.

When Louisa had spotted the lingerie yesterday, I was apprehensive about wearing something so sheer. I was accustomed to performing half naked on stage in front of the patrons, but this felt as though I were completely nude, with only a light layer of lace covering certain areas. When I had reached to grab a pack of nipple pasties, she'd slapped my hand away. Louisa said our nipples would entice the patrons... and we both knew that meant more money on the stage. My only saving grace was the fact that the thong had a gusset to cover our privates from prying eyes.

Jackson kicked off the rhythmic beat, its pulse energizing the crowd while his voice rang out clear. "Ladies and gentlemen, we got somethin' real special for y'all tonight!" he announced, his excitement palpable. "We're breakin' boundaries and makin' history with a performance that'll leave you on the edge of y'all's seats, beggin' for more!" His 'work' voice was a whole different vibe from his playful, drawling chatter with friends. "I promise y'all, anyone not here tonight is gonna be kickin' themselves for missin' out!"

As Jackson's voice echoed through the venue, the energy surged, and anticipation reached a fever pitch. With each beat of the music, the crowd's excitement intensified, turning my nerves into pure adrenaline. I was fully immersed in my 'Lola Zone.' The chatter faded as all eyes shifted to the stage, sensing that something extraordinary was about to unfold.

"Over the years, we've all seen the showgirls of Copacabana dazzle, entice, and entertain. But tonight, we're not just here to watch. We're here to experience every beat, every swivel and grind of those hips, and every sensual, breathtaking moment as two of our showgirls take the stage together. So, tell me... who do y'all think it'll be?"

Cheers erupted from the crowd, each shouted answer held excitement as they called out the names of various showgirls. It was a chaotic symphony, but I caught a few calls for both me and Seraphina. My heart raced, fuelled by the electric energy surrounding me. Jackson was right—tonight's performance was destined to be legendary, a spectacle that would be remembered for years. And with no cell phones allowed to capture the moment, those who missed it would forever regret not being here to witness the magic unfold.

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Taehyung POV

"...every beat, every swivel and grind of those hips, and every sensual, breathtaking moment as two of our showgirls take the stage together. So, tell me... who do y'all think it'll be?"

As Jackson cued up the track, an electric thrill rippled through the room, and I could feel the anticipation building. But what that something was, well, I had as much of an idea as the patrons in the club. My gaze shifted to Venus, who was procuring a bottle of champagne—a request for the patron waiting for her in one of the private rooms.

I passed her the glass flutes to accompany the bubbly. Then, I leaned in close to make sure my voice cut through the chorus of showgirls' names echoing in the air. "Do you have any idea what's going on?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Nope, they don't talk to me 'bout those thin's," the blonde dancer said, cupping her hand around her mouth to make herself heard over the noise. "But I reckon it's somethin' big."

I watched as she flagged down one of the bouncers, leaning in to whisper in his ear. I figured she was letting him know that whoever had booked her might want to see what was going on before she performed for them.

"...Body Party will etch its name into Copacabana's history," Jackson proclaimed, his voice vibrating with excitement. I frowned, realizing I must've missed the announcement while keeping an eye on Venus.

"Just like Jimi Hendrix's iconic Woodstock performance or Prince's unforgettable Super Bowl halftime show, tonight's gonna be legendary. There ain't gonna be another night like this.

"So, buckle up and hold onto y'all's seats, 'cause what y'all are 'bout to witness is gonna blow ya mind and leave ya speechless!"

As the house lights dimmed, the air erupted with cheers, hoots, and excited screams. A synth and drum beat filled the space, the soft Latin rhythm reminiscent of rain tapping on calypso drums. Smoke swirled onto the stage, mingling with the soft glow of the lights to create a sultry, mysterious atmosphere. The music gradually picked up, merging the Latin beat with an R&B pulse. I recognized it immediately—Chloe had been playing Ciara's "Body Party" for weeks, clearly in preparation for tonight's performance.

My eyes widened, and my heart raced as I watched my girlfriend glide onto the stage, hand in hand with her best friend, each step dripping with seduction. The two dancers looked like a couple in love. But that wasn't the shocking part that made my mouth water... it was the fact that they were wearing practically nothing. With each step, the stage lights gradually flickered to life, revealing more of their captivating forms. By the time the two women reached the centre, they were fully illuminated, radiating an alluring glow. Everyone could see exactly how sheer the lingerie that clad their bodies was.

If you could call the thin scraps of lace lingerie.

I was never the jealous type, but watching the way the crowd's eyes lingered on my girlfriend's nipples made my blood boil. All I wanted to do was leap onto the stage and cover Lola's chest with my own shirt, shielding her from their hungry stares.

Lola and Seraphina turned to face each other. The way they looked into each other's eyes made it seem like they forgot anyone else was in the room. Lola's arms draped gracefully over Seraphina's shoulders, my girlfriend taking the 'female' role in this dance. Seraphina's hands traced the curves of Lola's chest, torso, and stomach with a slow, deliberate touch. When she skimmed across my girl's breasts, I was shocked to see how Seraphina tweaked the dusky nipple.

I couldn't lie, it has always been a fantasy of mine to share my bed with Chloe and another woman. As they seductively began to move in perfect synchrony, it kind of felt like I was the bystander in an intimate act between my girlfriend and her lover.

From the moment they had walked onto the stage, my dick had been twitching and growing to attention. However, watching as they started to grind, sliding against each other's thighs, I felt myself reach full mast.

I was positive that I wouldn't be the only guy here popping a boner watching this. It was so sexy and erotic. It was reminiscent of watching a porn movie play out in front of you in real life.

Their bodies melded together, each movement deliberate and precise. Through their intimate motions, they conveyed a silent conversation of desire and passion. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the mesmerising movements, a blend of elegance and passion. Each step was perfectly timed to the seductive melody as they moved as one.

Lola swayed her hips, grinding herself on the toned chocolate thigh, all while Seraphina's body moved in perfect harmony. Their chemistry was tangible. The air in Copacabana became thick, heavy with arousal and lust while watching these two sirens practically dry hump against each other for our entertainment.

At one point, I wondered whether my eyes were seeing something correctly. When the two dancers separated to change into a different move, I would have sworn on a bible that I witnessed a wet patch glistening on each of their thighs from where the other had been grinding.

Around the room, the crowd paused to watch, captivated by the raw emotion and skill on display. Shouts of admiration filled the air as Lola and Seraphina continued to weave their magic on the dance floor, their chemistry undeniable.

With every sway and dip, the connection between the two showgirls deepened. Their movements became more intense, more intimate. They were lost in the music, lost in each other. The rest of the world faded away as they danced.

As the song built to its climax, Lola and Seraphina exchanged a lingering glance, their faces inching closer as if they were about to kiss. Just as their lips were about to meet, the stage lights abruptly cut out, leaving the audience in suspense, the question of whether their lips ever touched hanging in the air.

I had never heard a more thunderous roar from the crowd as they erupted in cheers, electrified by what they had just witnessed. Jackson had been right—anyone unfortunate enough to have missed this moment would regret it for life. The story of two hypnotic sirens captivating an entire room would be told and retold, casting a lasting spell on all who heard it.