A Date with Mr. Boombastic || Biggie Cheese x Reader

After Hours

if the title inspires you to listen to the weeknd... I won't be displeased ;)

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I was as graceful on the pole as a pro ice skater at the olympics, which was amaing, considering I was under twice the pressure.

I danced with every ounce of passion I had, and nearly passed out again when my (second) shift was over. I walked into the VIP rooms, waiting with a few other girls. They were younger than me, less experienced, less trained. But they were still better than Ken. One of them was his comrade, Gwen.

I nodded to them, catching my breath. A waitress named Jeselle emerged from the golden door. "Need anything?" "No," Answered a young dancer politely. "Hennesey." Gwen deadpanned. Jeselle gave finger guns and then walked out. "Tell Kimberly to shove a fat one up her ass for making me work late!" I called. "Not if you want me to keep my job!" Jeselle laughed.

Soon the club closed, and all guests except for VIP guests left. Eventually the young dancers left to go somewhere for the other guests, so it was just me and Gwen.

"So... Where's Ken?" I asked, trying to pass the time. "Hopefully somewhere that isn't here. I fear the day he makes me give him a lap dance." Gwen shuddered. "He's repulsive." I noddesd my head in agreement to her statement.

She was called out of the room eventually, and that was when he walked in. 

Biggie Cheese.

I made my way to the bar and began pouring drinks, I somehow knew exactly what he wanted. 

Then i walked over to the golden pole in the middle of the room, and began to spin around. I removed pieces of clothing slowly, teasingly. I could hear every breath he took.

I chuckled to myself, and that seemed to get his attention.

The night was far from over, but when I finally walked out of the building, I walked out with a piece of paper with a number and an address on it.