Mickey Mouse F*ck House ;)

The Fight Part 1

The Fight Part 1

Y/N started her routine as everyone in the audience started throwing money on her. Even though the stage lights blurred most of her vision, she could see that Buzz was in the front row, cheering her on. Y/N could also see glimpses of a male stripper, through a cracked door. She could see $100.00 bills dropping around her, finally her routine is over.

Customer 1: Damn! I've never seen her before
Customer 2: I didn't know Nemo could be so sexy!

Y/N: Thank You!

Y/N collects her money, it must have been at least $1000.00. She walked off stage and hurried over to Buzz.

Buzz: You were so hot Y/N.

Buzz pulls Y/N in for a tight hug as she rests her whole body in his arms.

?: JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?

Buzz: Boss! I didn't know you were here!

Y/N lets go of the embrace and turns around to see Mr. Mouse!!
Y/N: Mr. Mouse?! You're...You're the boss here?!

Mr. Mouse: Yuh, huh! What the fuck do you think you're doing pal?

Buzz: I was hugging my girlfriend

In a moment of jealousy and envy of Minnie, Mickey's girlfriend. She started to say

Y/N: Yea, I'm just hanging out with my boyfriend Mr. Mouse, you've got a problem with that?

Mr. Mouse: Yes the fuck I have a problem with that, yuh huh! Square up asshole.

Buzz: Leave us alone, Mouse.

Mr. Mouse: She's still an employee, and I demand a private dance from her. I own this shithole in the first goddam place.

Buzz: Fuck you Mouse. You only run this hellhole for free sex.

Mr. Mouse grabs Y/N's waist,

Mr. Mouse: This way sweetie, don't pay any attention to him.

Mr. Mouse leads her to a room with a sign above the door saying "Mickey Mouse's F*ck House".

Mr. mouse leads Y/N to a chair, as he forcefully grabs her and sets her on his lap. Y/N could feel something pointy and large pinching her ass, she had no other choice but to give him a lap dance. Y/N would go up and down on Mr. mouse's excessively large lap, she would sigh and try to get up.

Y/N: Please Mr. Mouse... I am tired, Can I please be done?

Mr. Mouse: Whatever slut, yuh huh! Be back tomorrow earlier, I'll give you a -

Buzz sprints into the room

Buzz: Get your dirty hands off her Mouse.

Mr. Mouse: Get the hell out!

Buzz would throw a champagne glass at Mr. Mouse's large round head. Mickey would dodge the flying glass; he would sprint at him and knock him down. Y/N would push Mr. Mouse off Buzz. Y/N and Buzz would escape the room, running over to Buzz's apartment.