Chapter 1

When Jimin began as a stripper, he was going though a rough patch in life; His stepfather was abusing him day in and day out, while his mother was out working and earning the money. In that time, he would always make comments about his body, like how fat his ass was or how good he would look in lingerie, and this would make him feel uncomfortable around him, sometime even scared and wary - scared that he would touch him - so he spent as much time as possible in school or at work; just to be away from him.

The second his 18th birthday rolled around, and he had the money, he was packing his bags and heading on his own path. Without his mother, or his stepdad.It was his fresh start. Well kind of,Once he settled in he didn't have the money to pay for his college tuition, and he knew he had to earn money and quickly; so he took the easiest route. He jumped into the stripping industry. He knew he had the body, and he knew it'd be easy for him, so he had no doubts, he just wanted his education. He searched for a few days, looking at all the nearest clubs and made a final decision. He went the next day hoping they'd be open for new comers, and had all the confidence he could. He asked for the manager and said he was willing to do anything to work as a stripper in the club. He told him about his financial issues and after asking him a few simple questions, he agreed to let him on, and he gave him a time to come get measured for his outfits, and then a sheet that had his shifts, which he would be starting the next week.

He met him the next morning for his fitting, and was more than eager to see what they would put him in. Although he was excited, nervous but excited, he just felt so uncomfortable and self conscious.

All the things his stepfather said to him as a teen kept replaying in his mind, over and over, he felt like he was there next to him.That was until a lady, maybe in her late 30s early 40s, came in and told him how beautiful his figure was and that he had absolutely nothing to worry about, and that he just had to keep his head high and keep going forward. It felt comforting and calming, and it put his mind at ease, and allowed his nerves to subside.

After the measurements had been finished, he got his official papers saying he was employed, they gave him small amount of money to go and get his shoes and new makeup, and then told him he would be expected on Monday for his first shift. For the first time in a while he smiled brightly, and felt like he was finally achieving something worthy of his happiness. When his first shift rolled around he felt nervous; he felt like he was doing something wrong all the time, and would get embarrassed. However, as soon as he knew they weren't allowed to touch him, his nerves subside and he became more confident and comfortable working there. He met a lot of girls and boys in similar situations and they all vowed to protect each other and watch each others backs. For the first time, he felt like he was finally accepted somewhere.

His first few shifts earned her around 400$ to 700$, which being new was quite a lot; but still significantly lower than the girls and boys who'd worked there longer than him. However, as time went by, he was earning up to 2000$ to 3000$ in a week. When the days were busy and people were moving in and out he would make a significant amount of money; but when the days weren't as busy and there weren't as many people coming in as there was going out he wouldn't make as much, so he would put what he made that day in a jar to save up. He noticed that he would make a little more than the other girls there who were a little older, and realised it was because he was younger. He took it as an advantage for him and would try his best to approach new people and hope they'd become his regulars. He knew being younger meant more private dances, which then meant he would earn 50$ each time. So he would often over look the cons and think about the pros of her new job. Although at times he felt like he was a "Whore" or a "Slut" he always punched it to the back of his mind and carried on.

It'd been maybe 9 months since he began working at (create a club name ), and he slowly began to feel more and more objectified. He felt guilty that he was working at such a place. Older men only ever looked at him with lust in their eyes, always begging for sex, saying he "have the best time of his life" and stupid things as such. He didn't wanna feel like this anymore, and he wanted to gain more out of life than just this. He wanted to stop entertaining people with his body, and feeling like he had no voice. However, he knew it'd be a while before he could do such a thing. He was called up on stage, and a song started playing. He teased the crowd, dancing slowly and seductively around the pole; winking and smiling at the few young men he found attractive. Then he stopped a woman,possibly in her to mid 20s, staring at him and admiring everything he could of him. She was ever so beautiful and sexy, but had a dangerous aura surrounding her presence; he could feel her pulling him in, but then pushing him away. He finished his dance and looked at the girl once more and noticed her mouth moving; he watched closely and realised what she was saying. "Bring that ass of yours over to me. Right. Now."

He then realized that she was an Alpha