"The boss doesn't like slacking. Go serve some drinks if your tired,"

"I don't like slacking, I just feel like shit..."

"I'm sorry," He says kissing my hair line, "What if the next guy is like them...?"

"Then ask me to take over,"

"I don't trust you taking over anymore..." I mumble shoving my money back into the waistband of my underwear.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I let you take control and you fingered me in front of three people," I stand picking up my underwear.

"Hey I asked if you were ok with it didn't I?"

I raise an eyebrow at him, "Even if I was ok with it it shouldn't have happened, and it fricken hurt,"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to. Forgive me?"

I nod with a sigh placing my hand on the door handle, "Com'on, we have work to do. You can make up for this later,"

"Sure thing," he says patting my butt before walking ahead of me.

I walk behind him pinching his butt, "I'll have to think about you can make up for this," I hum placing my hand on his waist.

He sighs ruffling my hair before he nods to a guy, "What about the young guy over there?"

"Can't we look for someone sweeter? I'd rather a lonely guy over an agressive one,"

"He looks cute. He is playing with his glass. He is nervous. It's probably his first time here," Taehyung points to a boy the other side of the room.

I take a deep breath before nodding, "Okay,"

"Knock him dead sweetie,"

"Aren't you coming with me?"

"I'll watch from afar. He looks too shy for two,"

"No one's too shy for two, he'd probably like it,"

"Well go see. Trust me on this,"

"... Ok," I mumble hesitently, pecking his cheek before walking towards his table.

The boy traced his finger around his glass pushing his glasses up as he saw me approach.

"H-hey?" He mumbles barely making eye contact with me once I'm standing by his table.

"Want a dance?" I say giving him a sweet smile.

"...How much is it...?" He mutters awkwardly glancing down at my crotch and thighs before forcing himself to stare straight ahead.

"For me on a pole it's £15," I say brushing my hand on his shoulder.

He blushes nodding hesitently holding £15 in my direction.

I take it for him smiling it into my underwear, "So what brings you here?" I ask spinning on the pole my eyes watching him.

"A friend dragged me here..." He says looking down as his cheeks flush.

"Ah. I know that story." I say recalling Namjoon dragging me here.

"He just wanted an acuse to come here himself though." He groans glancing towards the bathroom door.

"You not gay then?" I ask stepping around the bar leaning back seductively.

"I-i am... Just not this open about it..."

"Ah. I understand. Just saying coming out really helps,"

"You're gay too then?" He mumbles looking up at me before cursing, biting his lip and closing his eyes.

"Yeah. Wasn't easy to find that conclusion though,"

He nods clearly distracted as his friend jogs over to the table.

"Want me to go?" I ask glancing to him then to his friend.

"Dude you managed to get a stripper?" His friend aggressively whispers with a smile, climbing over him to sit down before the boy can answer.

The boy blushes, "He came over to me..."

"Damn you must be hot," His friend mumbles resting his elbows on the table with his hands in his palms as he looks up at me.

I wink at the new boy seeing the boy in the glasses blush at his friends comment.

"Everything ok here?" Taehyung hums stroking my calf.

I nod shooing him away with my foot as I spin on the pole.

Taehyung pouts looking over at them, "Either of you two fancy a lap dance?"

The friend nods, "How much?"

"Thirty plus the amount for the room, how about you?" Taehyung hums looking at the shy one.

He shakes his head, "No thank you..."

"Not even from this guy?" Taehyung nods his head in my direction.

He shakes his head blushing deeper.

"Hm ok, come on then," Tae smiles towards his friend waiting for him to follow.

The friend follows and the shy one sighs rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Just relax, you'll enjoy it if you do,"

He shrugs looking in the direction that his friend went, "Wanna join him?"

"No..." He muttered "I mean-... yes just... not while he gets touched up by a stripper..."

"So you wanna go with me?" I hum with a smirk, crouching in front of him. He blushes looking away, "How much?"

"105 or 75 depending if you want a lap dance,"

He shook his head "I'm sorry... I'd pay if I could but I didn't bring that much... I find your profession too demeaning on you..."

"Nah I like it. How about you give me what you got and you can have a discount?"

"Discount?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Mhm, loads of people have paid for private rooms today so I don't mind,"

"I'm not really interested... I'm sorry. I only really came here to make him happy..."

I nod slowly, "Want me to carry on dancing or should I go to another table?"

"I don't mind," He fishes out a five pound note from his pocket handing it to me, "Sorry for the inconvenience,"

He smiles sinking back in his chair, "Rough night?"

"Yup, some ass kept touching me and someone else kept begging me to touch them,"

"Ah. I guess that's not fun for you,"

I hum in agreement, "I don't see why people can't just sit back and enjoy it,"

He chuckles, "See, that's the right attitude to have,"

"You seem to be good though, but I'm questioning how much you enjoy it," I mumble, my voice slightly strained due to dancing.

"It's just a little embarrassing. It's weird,"

"Hm I guess it takes some getting used to. I'm sure you'll enjoy it if you relax a bit though, that's why we sell alcohol,"

He holds up his drink, "This is the only reason we are talking right now,"

I chuckle, "Why don't you down it? You can always get more,"

"I'm trying not to get drunk. I want a clear head.."

"What you need a clear head for?"

"I was going to tell Mark I like him... But... Maybe not."

"Is Mark the guy Vante stole?" He nods looks away with a blush.

"Probably best to tell him drunk. I mean- it makes rejection hurt less and you'd probably end up fucking if he likes you back,"

He blushes deeper, "One step at a time..."

I sigh, "Y'know sometimes you just gotta jump and see what happens," I stop dancing, taking his glass and holding it to his face.

He takes it from me drinking it in one, he coughs as it burns the back of his throat.

I ruffle his hair with a smile, "Wanna go join your man?"

"I'll wait," He says gently, "Okay, good luck," I mumble pulling myself up the pole.

He orders another drink from a passing man before sighing.

I try to remember one of my favourite routines Jimin taught me to dance for him as he sips his drink quietly.

I stand with my back against the pole slowly sliding down my legs spreading more as I get to the floor.

I watch with a smirk as he averts his eyes.

"You can look you know. I don't bite," I chuckle, "It feels perverted... "

"That's the whole point of this club. Just relax,"

"But it's like cheating on Mark,"

"It's not sweetie. Trust me,"

"But what if I get hard...?"

"Think of something gross,"

"Doesn't that defeat the point of looking at something nice?"

"Think of something that doesn't turn you on,"

"You think Mark will be grossed out if I'm hard?" He mumbles awkwardly forcing himself to make eyecontact.

"He's gay. He'll probably find it hot," He nods with a blush, "Should I try turn him on...?"

"Wait until you tell him you like him first,"

He reaches for his phone, hesitently unlocking it to text him, "What you texting?" I ask curiously.

"Mark... I'm gonna tell him,"

"Tell him to come here. Tell him to his face,"