As soon as I flashed the Hostess my silver card, her eyes widened. She looked me up and down, sizing me up as if I were a meal to be devoured. I gazed back at her in suspicion. Something felt off.
"Right this way," She hummed, holding open an elegant sculpted marble door. I stepped inside and thanked her. We walked down a long hallway and then down a small staircase. We were met with another door, but this one was plated in gold.
"Well, he awaits you. Go in, ma'am." The hostess smiled. "Uh, thanks." I muttered, placing my hand on the doorknob. "Oh, let me take your entry card, sweetie." The Hostess held out her hand, and I reluctantly handed it over. When I stepped inside the room, I gasped.
The room was completely gold and marble, except for a few pillows and rugs. There was a bar in the room, tended to by no bartender. That was okay, I used to bartend for Club Cleon before I was promoted to stripper at Ceon. There was a couch next to the bar, but on the opposite wall, there was a booth.
On one side of the booth sat... him.
The giant rat that owned the stock market. The biggest rapper in the world. The one that had so gracefully decided to fund our clubs.
Biggie Cheese.
"Hello, sir," I laughed nervously. I had never seen him outside of a work environment. How should I act? "Please, call me Mr. Cheese." He spoke in a dark, dulcet tone. "O-oh, sorry. Mr. Cheese." I corrected myself. "Take a seat, (y/n)." "You know my real name?" "Of course I do. Sit down." He ordered. I obeyed.
"We have much to discuss, (y/n), but first... you look beautiful tonight." Mr. Cheese licked his lips. I couldn't see his eyes through his signature sunglasses, but I got the feeling that he was hungry in more ways than one.
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A Date with Mr. Boombastic || Biggie Cheese x Reader
Fanfictionyooooo Thanks for all the support on Him, but I've ended that chapter of this account. It's time to start a new part of the story. It's time to fall in love.
