G!P READER ONESHOTS AND IMAGINES

Take Your Broke Ass Home

The music was blaring inside the club and the dirty white exterior walls encompass dark recesses with even darker carpet, tufted swirls littered generously with mystery stains.

She has just paid the entry fee to the bored and scantily clad woman on the immediate left of the heavy door, a door where the beefy bouncer gave her more than a once over, the purplish-red bruises on her hands when handing over her I.D., a still bleeding split lip, and the deep mauve surrounding one swelling eyelid, not suggesting a pleasant first half of the day. The slow walk to the row of ATM machines proved futile when her balance read in the negatives and she had almost given her last dollars just to get in.

The question was now, how could she get what she wanted with fifteen dollars. A growing commotion turned her attention away from the blue screen of the machine and her eyes take in an altercation between a man and a employee. The man was getting more and more aggressive so the woman started to reach his level of intensity while Y/n inched her way to the bar. She swiftly grabbed some thin napkins and watched as a bouncer started to leave his post from in front of faux-velvet curtains, there were two different entrances but only one was open.

That was where she opted to go, so as the bouncer broke up the fighting couple, she made her way through the curtains and the atmosphere changed. She had unknowingly passed a neon sign above her head denoting the VIP status of the areas ahead. The music was muffled and only the bass could be felt in her chest as she took in her surroundings. There were multiple little curtains that separated the room and talking could be heard from some, she peaked and a woman was staring up mesmerized as another woman showed just how flexible a person could be in such a small space. In another, a man was shakily offering fifty dollar bills to a woman in a full leather catsuit, her high heels were pressed firmly into his front and she wasn't even looking his way.

Footsteps could be heard behind her as a person walked from behind a door just in front of the curtains, a small woman stepped out and their eyes met immediately.

"Hey. You want to get a room?"

The smaller woman had on heavy eye makeup and her body was barely covered in the lingerie that hung off of it.

"Sure." Y/n could tell that the woman was young, younger than her.

Y/n was then gestured with a long fingernail to follow the other woman.

"You got a preference?"

If she had a preference she wouldn't have followed the woman further into the hallway, away from the loud music and closer to the empty stalls.

"You'll do more than fine."

They stopped at one of the stalls towards the end of the seemingly never ending corridor.
The curtain was pushed back and a single plush, velvet chair sat right in the middle of the small area. A framed portrait of a bent over woman hung above the armchair, her dark thong color barely distinguishable as everything was dark minus the tacky red lights that littered the ceiling and walls. Y/n took a seat and looked expectantly at the short darker woman.

A song with heavy bass comes on and the dancer gets a serious but sensual look on her face as she starts to sway her hips to the music. It was hypnotizing and Y/n just wanted to reach out and grab, the various 'Look But Don't Touch' signs be damned.

The woman danced her way to the back of Y/n's chair and went from her ears to her hips with both hands, caressing her breasts, abs, and groin on her way down. It was really her face near her ear that got to the taller woman, her scent was making her go hazy in the head. Auburn hair tickled her nose as they faced each other.

Dark eyes greeted her as the song gained momentum into the chorus. The woman's arms linked in the back of her head and tugged at the short hairs at her nape. A slow but purposeful grind started at their hips and made their respective chests bump into each other at every other second.