Jungkook's p.o.v

"I can't believe I'm actually coming here with you," I sigh following Namjoon in to a male strip club.

"I can't believe I'm willing to sit through this disgusting shit for you, and you're still whining,"

"I didn't ask for this."

"But it will help with your sexual frustration so I won't have to listen to you masturbating a 3am. Be grateful,"

He smiles at me mockingly, taking my wrist and leading me to a table about 3 or 4 tables from the main stage.

"This is embarrassing..." I mutter averting my eyes from a really good looking man grinding against a pole.

"Shut up and enjoy it,"he mutters giving me threatening glare.

I awkwardly glance around to other straight girls and gay boys sitting around the tables, staring at the handsome men elegantly dancing on the tables.

"I'm gonna go to the toilet." I mutter blushing. I see him shake his head through the corner of my eye as I jog away to the illuminated toilet sign.

I lean against the sink seeing my flustered expression in the mirror, I splash water in my face to cool my cheeks.

Namjoon pov:

I sigh covering my eyes, grossed out by the lustful glares being received by the strippers.

I glance over to a door where a stripper was standing looking over the club, I wave my hand to try to summon him over to me.

He walks over to me adjusting his waistcoat, "Need anything?" He asks smugly,  arching his back as he sits on the edge of the table.

He wore some tight leather trousers and a black bow tie despite clearly not wearing a shirt. Perfect. I think sighing inwardly.

"I'm straight. don't get the wrong idea,

My friend is sexually frustrated and I'm sick of hearing him masturbate when I'm trying to sleep. How much to fix him?"

"How much fixing you want?" He hums relaxing his back. "How much can you give?"

"Lap dances, sexy dancing. Pay for a champagne room and maybe some light touching"

"How much for a dance and light touching?"

"Champagne room is £75  for half an hour and lap dances are £30 and sexy dancing is £15"

I groan comtemplating if I should go to the effort of giving him a room, "Just dance and touch him up a bit, I'll give you £100?"

"£130." He says looking at his nails sassily. "Are you really worth that much? Ah, fuck it, he'll be back soon, he's the scrawny adult child,"

I give a light description handing him the money and standing, ready to leave when he comes back.

"He's wearing a white t-shirt and some black jogging bottoms. Approach him when I've gone and lead him to the champagne room,"

"Okay," He says walking back over to his previous position at the door waiting for Jungkook to come back.

Jungkook pov:

I lean by the sink not wanting to go back into the club properly, the door opened, "Jeon Jungkook get your ass in there and perv at some strippers we didn't come here for you to stay in the toilet."

Namjoon's voice grumbles behind me, "Yeah... I'm coming," I walk over to him following his lead out of the toilets.

"I'm gonna get a drink. Sit down at the table and enjoy the entertainment"

"Okay..." I frown, keeping my head down playing with my hands in my lap.

The music was loud and rung in my ears as it played 'pour some sugar on me'.

"Hey sexy, I'm Vante. Wanna dance?" Someone presumably a stripper coos running their finger down my back.

I shiver at the touch, my head immediately snapping to the side as my face starts burning. "I-i'm okay, thanks."

We stare at each other briefly, my brain unable to register the face in front of me. He brushes his hand down my arm "Follow me."

He turns around slowly walking away, I hesitantly follow after him, "But I said no!?"

"Someone paid for you," He says opening a door to a mood lighted room, labeled with a bottle of champagne with a sign on the door, he flipped it to a 'Do not enter' sign as we go in.

"Don't you do refunds?" I give frustrated sigh as he pushes me onto a padded sofa in front of a small stage with a pole running through the middle.

"Nope," He hums shutting the door. He sits beside me on the sofa, his hand rubbing up my thigh with a smirk.

I finally get a proper look at his face under the dim lighting, "Taehyung!? What are you doing here!"

"Vante." He corrects sliding quite gracefully onto his knees to rub my legs and waist.

"Y-yeah but what are you doing?" I mutter trying to talk to him and disregard the sensual touches as he squeezes my inner thighs.

"Rubbing your thighs? Couldn't you tell?"

"But why!?"

"Because it's my job Jungkook. Duh,"

"You didn't tell me you're a stripper! Fuck I talked about my old obsession with strippers to a stripper..." I say trying to internally crawl into a hole to bury myself and my embarrassment.

"Keep your voice down. I'm not supposed to dance for people I know outside of the club,"

"Why are you doing it then? I know you enjoy my embarrassment but isn't this a little too much?" I whisper yell squirming under his hands.

"Some guy wanted me to dance for you. Said he's sick of you masturbating while he is trying to sleep,"

"Fuck... Namjoon spoke to you?"

"That was Namjoon? Huh" I watch as he backs away from me a little, stepping on to the stage.

"Yeah... I'm sorry about him, he dragged me here. He's quite homophobic,"

"Hmm. But least I can be in here with someone I actually find attractive. So sit still, be quiet and enjoy the show. Oh and if you wanna jerk off, mind the sofa,"

"I'm not gonna jerk off to you." I groan, thankful of the mood lighting hiding my blush.

"Hmm. But I am very sexy" He says sashaying to the pole. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna get turned on by you,"

"You were the other day~" he grips the pole hooking his leg around it pulling himself up, his crotch pressed against the bar,"

"Not in this situation..." Taehyung holds himself up  on the pole with little effort, bringing his hand up to start unbuttoning his waistcoat.

He puts hip finger on his lip shushing me, dropping the waist coat on the stage, swinging his body around the pole almost effortlessly.

"Why are you stripping you're practically naked already..." I whine looking at how the dim lighting emphasizes his toned muscles that flex as he dances.

"Shh. If you wanna talk or give suggestions you gotta tip me,"

I sigh taking a five pound note from my pocket holding it out to him, "Talk to me,"

"You gotta tuck it in my belt. I'm dancing here," He hums slightly annoyed. 

I wait for him to slow a little, as his back is to me I quickly push it into the back of his leather pants.

He smirks pressing his back against the pole. He grips above his head before sliding down spreading his legs wider as he gets to the floor.

I try to avert my eyes, bringing my hand up to cover my burning cheeks, "You really don't have to do this, just take the time Namjoon paid for as a break..."

"Now what's the fun in that when you look so cute when you blush," He lets go of the pole sexily rippling his body up, his ass looking really defined in his leather trousers.

I whimper losing the trust I had in the lights hiding my burning cheeks, "Fine just please don't take anymore off,"

"Hmm that sounds like a suggestion. And what should you do for one of those?" He moves his hands down his body before pushing his hips forward slightly as he starts to undo his belt.

"I'm not paying you to not do your job!" I complain watching him step down off the stage hooking my hands on the sides of his trousers.

"Hmm looks like your have to deal with it then," He holds my hands on his hips as he sways them sexily.

He slowly undoes the button before pushing my hands down encouraging me to undress him.

I shake my head trying to get my hands back, "Stop being boring Kookie. First you refuse to jerk off and now you don't even want a stripper to strip,"

"It feels wrong because someone had paid you to do this" I whine blushing.

"I would've done it eventually anyway, you don't want me to spank you again do you?"

"Not here!" I say in a whispered shout not wanting anyone outside the room to hear and for Taehyung to get in trouble.

"Why Not? I could make you get on that pole instead?" He pouts keeping hold of my hands as he trails them up his torso.

"I don't work here. That's not even allowed there was a sign outside and everything 'don't touch the poles or stripper unless you have paid for a service'"

"But that's the thing, Namjoon paid the service for you, Sweetie,"

"Yeah and I'm touching you. Doesn't mean I'm allowed to touch the pole"

"The sign doesn't specify that the rules for the stripper and the pole are any different from each other,"

"Well, I'm sure Namjoon didn't say 'oh he loves poles. Let him have a go'"

Taehyung chuckles sitting over my lap, "He didn't specify either, he said to sexually satisfy you. If you get off on being watched strip then technically he told me to watch you,"

"But I don't get off on that" I mutter shifting slightly so a problem that was forming in my jogging bottoms wasn't pressed against his ass.

"Don't know unless you try~" He sings pulling me out the seat, rubbing his hands over my waist and stomach under my shirt.

"Nooo I don't want to," I whine trying to sit back down. He grabs my waist lifting me on to the stage, "Just try for Daddy,"

I shake my head blushing like crazy as I stare at my feet. "Just take your clothes off slowly, you do it every day I'm just asking you to do it in slow motion."

I nod deciding there is no point arguing, I take off my shirt slowly lifting it over my torso as Taehyung sits on the sofa.

"You gonna try dancing?" He says smirking, remembering a few of the videos he'd watched.

"You saw me the other day... I can't dance anymore..." I mutter my embarrassment making me start to feel bummed out.

"Awh 'course you can. Just need a little practice. I bet that in a week or two you could bring yourself back to being better than Jimin again,"

He steps up onto the stage with me smiling as if he had an idea, "How about I help you practice?"

"Ok..." I mutter, Taehyung smiles widely at me, "You better not be better than me though..."

"You saw the videos." I say with a slight smile.

Taehyung held the bar, "You just gotta pretend it's some really sexy guy you wanna bone,"

"Top or bottom?" I say nervously running my fingers across the cold metal.

"Well if your grinding against it like you wanna bone then top,"

"So I can imagine fucking you?" I say smirking at him, slowly feeling more comfortable gripping on to the pole

"If it works for you. I think of the guy who plays captain America. I would so bone him."

"Am I allowed to punch the pole?"

He smiles his squared smile "Not unless you want a broken knuckle,"

"You're right your chest is so hard I might as well punch a wall." I smile,

"Pretty much" He says holding high up on the bar to pull himself from the floor again. He wrapped his legs around the pole throwing his head back as he leans back.

"How about we go out together tonight, get some drinks and then you'll be relaxed enough for me to teach you,"

"I'd like that," I say with a smile creeping onto my face. He elegantly slides off of the pole hooking my hands in his waist band again, "Until then, I still have about ten minutes left with you,"

"Yup," I say with a sigh, he pushes my hands again giving me threatening look.

I grip the sides of his trousers and push them down, Taehyung smirks satisfied with my co-operation.

"Maybe I should make you strip me more often, since you complain I'm too casual or too slow,"

"You could do, or we could stick with you stripping me?" Taehyung smirks pushing me back on the sofa sitting in between my legs, slowly pushing my jogging bottoms down, out of his way.

I watch him biting my lip slightly "What can you get done in 10 minutes?"

"Depends, how much you wanna tip?"

"You're gonna really make me tip?"

"Sorry Kookie but these are still my work hours you're using,"

"I've got £19.57" I chuckle lightly, "You're kidding?" Taehyung groans, "What happened? Get thirsty on the way here?"

"They had grape soda down the road..." I mutter slightly embarrassed. He laughs at me rubbing my inner thighs, "Just gimme ten,"

I lean forward pushing it into the side of his waist line.

He smiles hooking his fingers under the waist band of my boxers, I press my lips together going to push them down.

"So impatient." Taehyung complains taking my dick in his hand, "Are you gonna cum in my mouth or are you saving it?"

"Umm, n-now?" I mutter slightly flustered.