Call Me Yours (Yandere x Reader Oneshots)

M. Yandere x F. Stripper

There was a place in the city where you could go to forget about your worries. There was alcohol, music, and best of all, beautiful women. The Thorn Club was a high-class bar that men of all ages frequented. If not for the booze, for the chicks. This was especially true as there was a particular woman that men couldn't get enough of. She was alluring, confident, and a total tease. One look from her stunning (e/c) pupils or a swish of her (h/c) locks made any man drop to his knees and drool.

She didn't do it because she was forced into it or had no choice. In fact, she had been able to choose from a few different jobs, having another as her part-time job in the day. However, she enjoyed the eyes of men on her and seducing them into giving up their hard-earned money. It was a kind of power she didn't get to feel anywhere else in the world, and she was drunk on it. Yes, the feeling of sexual confidence allowed her to experience great bliss.

The younger girl chuckled as she swayed into the cafe she worked at. Even there, men were awed at her beauty. Some came in and bought a coffee just to have a moment to speak to her. Highly desirable, she found it amusing how they tripped over their own feet to talk to her. Perhaps she had a bit more confidence than was healthy, but she didn't demean others. She preferred to lift her friends' self-confidence, not that she had many.

"How may I help you today, sir?" she asked a customer, giving the smile that knocked so many men out.

The younger girl continued about her shift with a skip in her step. Why? Because she was on the schedule that night at The Thorn Club and she simply couldn't wait to start. She had just gotten a special lingerie outfit from one of her frequent customers, and couldn't wait to show it off. It was comfortable, form-fitting, and (f/c) the color that looked the most stunning on her. She could imagine how it would be. The men would be staring at her, begging for her sole attention and waving massive amounts of cash her way, and who didn't want an absurd amount of money?

"I don't understand why you don't just get a sugar daddy," one of the girl's coworkers hummed, pouring a cup of decaf coffee for a customer, "There's more benefits in it, and you'd be able to snag a nice one."

"I'm not going to be tied down to one man. Don't you know the power in having them fight for the privilege of touching me? You'll never see me entitling another man to touch me. I'll decide that, thank you very much."

(Y/n) chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she handed an order to another customer. She found it amusing how wary other women were of her self-confidence. Sometimes they would call her names to make themselves feel like they were better than her, but it wasn't as if she'd ever let it get to her. Sometimes, it even made her feel better than she had before running into jealous or spiteful people.

The (h/c) haired girl was particularly needy for attention, especially that of men, and most everyone she met thought as much. It wasn't a defining feature of hers, but it was certainly something she enjoyed. More people acknowledged her as an uplifting and cheerful person who was always there when they needed her. Attention was something she loved, whether she was receiving it from others or giving it to those she cherished. It was why she had so many friends and why so many others were grateful to her.

"I wish I had your confidence," her coworker sighed; a shy girl that was often silent, "Imagine all the things I could do with it."

"Goodie! It's time for work!"

(Y/n) checked the clock on the wall, punching out for her day job and rushing to the employee lounge. She grabbed her bag, getting together everything before she said a quick farewell to her coworkers and regulars. Rushing out of the cafe, she gave a giggle before driving back to her apartment. She threw her bags on the couch, scampering into her room as she took out the lingerie she was gifted.