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

Housing Tour (Part 1)

When I stepped out of the limo, I was immediately greeted by a young woman in a pantsuit. 

"Hello, are you (y/n) (l/n)?" She asked. I nodded. I was both a little unnerved and excited that my master remembered my name enough to tell her. She seemed to pick up on my thoughts. "Your name is in the database. Your the new escort the rat in charge has been speaking of, huh?" The woman spoke quickly in a New York accent. I once again nodded. 

"Great, I'm Lindsay. I'll be taking you inside until Mrs. Bailey sets you up with an official tour guide." The woman held out her hand and I shook it.  I felt a little nervous to see the place I would be living in part time now. "You'll do fine. There's always a way out if you change your mind." She whispered. "Just don't let anyone know that." 

I shrugged her words off. I was in love with the rat in charge and all of his jiggly fat rolls. I looked back at Lindsay. "Are we going inside?" Lindsay nodded, but her eyes were narrowed. "You're that stripper from Ceon." She said. "You're frequent?" I asked, smirking. Lindsay blushed. "I've been around. Me and my girlfriend both." "Were you there with Master Cheese last week?" I asked. Lindsay shook her head. "I've never met his ratjesty." "His ratjesty?" I asked. "Rat majesty. It's what he requires us lower workers to call him. Come inside,"

Lindsay led me past the large mansion made of gold and then into a smaller mansion made of marble with pillars and columns framing the large front door. Lindsay snapped and the two men outside in tuxedos and sunglasses opened the door. Lindsay led me through a great hall with high ceilings and multiple statures of Biggie Cheese, all made of solid gold, until we reached a receptionist's desk.

The receptionist was a young woman with short brown hair, brilliant green eyes, and a yellow dress. Her name tag read Mrs. Bailey. "Mrs. Bailey," Lindsay bowed. I uncomfortably did the same. "His grace has requested a new escort. I bring her to you now." Lindsay said. Mrs. Bailey looked me over, and I fidgeted with my hands, trying to control my nerves. 

"She's not damaged?" Mrs. Bailey asked Lindsay. "She doesn't need to be cleaned?" "No, ma'am, I don't think so." "Very well. What is your name, girl?" Mrs. Bailey returned to her computer. "y-(y/n)" I stutter. "Yes, I see you. Right. Penelope!" Mrs. Bailey shouted. A red headed girl ran up to her, bowing just like Lindsay and I did. "Mrs. Bailey?" She asked. Mrs. Bailey pointed to me. "Show her around." She said. "Yes, Mrs. Bailey!" Penelope saluted the receptionist. I raised an eyebrow. I had never seen a receptionist be given this must fearful respect before.

Before Penelope led me off, Lindsay handed me a piece of paper, whispering in my ear, "Call this if you need a way out. Remember what I said about staying quiet." I nodded, assuring her I would remember.

Penelope took me past the receptionist desk, into a large living room with several luxurious white couches, a flatscreen television, and a giant fireplace. A plethora of girls sat on the couches, I counted at least twenty-three. "This is the living room. It's small, but it's the only place you're allowed to go on your own merit. Otherwise, if you don't have permission to go anywhere else, you must stay in your quarters." Penelope said, gesturing to the room. I waved to the girls, a few waved back.

"Come along," Phoebe rushed me, "we have to get you into your room. Judging my the note his ratjesty left, he'll want to see you soon."