The neon light of the strip club shone on my bare skin.
All I'm wearing is a nylon slip and a black, wide rubber collar.
As a stripper, I always have to dress like this.

Oh, how I hate my job here.
I only do this to earn money so my sister can go to college.
Our parents don't care about us...They're too busy with their own things and when my father said my sister was a dirty slut, it was all over anyway.
Oh, but the past is the past and now I'm here...in a strip club...

"JEONGIN! COME HERE! YOUR NEXT CUSTOMER IS ALREADY WAITING IN ROOM 113!"

Sighing, I walk down the hallway to room 113 and stop in front of the door.
What do you think the customer wants?
I hope he'll be satisfied with a handjob, but I doubt it. When you book me, you don't just want a handjob.
I'm known for having a great ass...

Sighing, I put my hand on the doorknob and turn it.
The door opens with a quiet squeak and I enter the room.
It has pink carpet and pink wallpaper, there's also a large bed in the middle and sex toys and whips on a table next to the door.
Unfortunately, I've felt the whip many times...
I just hate it.
My gaze wanders to the bed and my breath catches.

A handsome young man is sitting on the bed.
He has a pretty big nose, but it goes wonderfully with his face.
I look at him again in surprise, he looks familiar somehow, but from where?

"Hey. I'm Christopher chan. But you can just call me chan."

He grins, tilts his head slightly and looks me up and down. Somehow it's embarrassing to only wear nylon slip...
I look at the floor, ashamed.

"So Christo - excuse me, I mean Chan. What do you want? What did you book me for?"

"Hmmm, it all depends on what you're offering me... What's your name, little one?"

He suddenly asks with interest.

"My name is Yang Jeongin and please don't call me little one... At least not until you've paid for it."

Chan grins again.

"So... what exactly are you offering, Jeongin?"

I start listing everything with a trembling voice.

"So... I'm available for handjobs, blowjobs, anal sex and BDSM. You can also live out all kinds of kinks with me..."

I lower my gaze again and stare at the floor.
Why am I doing this again?
Oh right... I'm doing it for my sister.
She needs the money. Chan clears his throat.

"Okay...that all sounds interesting but I wouldn't like to do it here.

As you may have noticed, I'm a pretty well-respected model...Would you have time to visit me at home on Friday evening?"

He's a model?
Oh, that's why his face looks so familiar.

"Actually, I don't visit customers at home-"

But before I've finished the sentence, Chan stands up, presses two 500$ into my hand and walks out the door.

Confused, I look at the money in my hand and notice that he has also slipped me a piece of paper.
The piece of paper says:

I live on *********** Street in Seoul.
Come to my place on Friday at 8 p.m., let me do what I want with you and you'll get €40,000.
Don't worry, I've got the money ;)
Looking forward to seeing you.

So much money!
I definitely need it! But should I really go to a stranger's home because of this?