Baroness Von Hellman x femreader. I've actually never written like this before. The fic is Baroness/female reader.
The Baroness visits a strip club where you work, you really want to be a designer. Plot twists everywhere as the Baroness adapts to b...
Luxe is a popular nightclub mostly frequented by middle-class men, sure they can be jerks sometimes but it's a relatively safe strip club to work in. The room smells of cigarette smoke and high-priced whisky. Pretty girls and men in smart suits serve drinks on sleek silver trays to mostly male patrons. You inhale your cigarette from the side of the stage watching the audience. Naturally, this had never been your dream but getting into the fashion industry is simply not as easy as one might think. Okay so you didnt make it but Luxe isn't so bad and you get to design your outfits even if the customers are only interested in it coming off. If you squint it's kind of like your own personal fashion show every night you present your latest collection. Your boss reminds you it's almost time to go on and you put out your cigarette. 'Ladies and gentlemen, as usual, we've kept the best to last, the diamond of our collection. Introducing (y/n)!'
"All you people look at me like I'm a little girl Well did you ever think it'd be okay For me to step into in this world Always saying little girl don't step into the club Well I'm just tryin' to find out why 'Cause dancing's what I love"
You hear the announcement you are prepared sitting on a large metal hoop that has been decorated with flowers. The jacket you're wearing is dark green with a floral brocade your skirt is 8ft long with strands of artificial flowers and pale strips of chiffon. You are lowered onto the stage to a sound of applause, walking across the stage everyone looks curious as you walk with confidence. You give a cheeky smirk and slowly undo your jacket a button at a time to the music. You toss it aside to a cheer your whole dress is strips of statistically placed chiffon and flowers it's quite the masterpiece really. You are blinded by the spotlight as you grab the pole and swing around it tossing your head back you imagine you aren't here. You are at an international fashion show, you are living your dream. "Take it off!"
You ignore the customer holding the pole you arch your back tossing your hair back receiving a couple of cheers of approval. You run back to your hoop and bend backward over it getting more cheers from the crowd. You grin and walk center stage again as you strut you pull at parts of your creation ultimately destroying it as you show more and more skin. You gyrate against the pole for your audience you know how to work them. You slink to the crowd allowing them to pull parts of your creation away. Eventually, you are on stage with only pieces of chiffon over your most private parts you look out at the cheering crowd who always wants more. That's when you see her the woman alone at the table at back she's sipping a martini and very well dressed. She kind of looks familiar but you don't know why. It's like she is staring into your soul and your smile falters for a moment the light cuts and you leave the stage.
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The woman bothered you but you decided to put her out of your mind. However there she was the next night at your black lace performance, then again at your military leather look act, then again at the dress you'd designed out of balloons to be popped. Every night every performance there she was at the table at the back watching you. Over a week has passed now you go out on stage tonight your costume consists of garters and feather undergarments. You stop at a few of the regulars allowing them to strategically place banknotes under your garter or in your underwear. You approach the woman who watches you her hands clasped and you slip a note down at her table inviting her to meet you in the private rooms after the show.
When the show ends you go into the room and she is sitting in the grand chair provided for the clients. You close the door gently behind you. 'Hi.' you give a flirty smile. 'Ive seen you coming by a lot to watch my show, you must be my biggest fan. You are wrapped in your dark purple dressing gown. 'Louis likes when we interact with the high rollers.' your eyes flicker on her huge diamond necklace. 'I figured maybe you were after a little private dance but felt a bit too anxious to ask.' you bat your eyelashes and pull the cord of your robe. The older woman inspects you. 'You're stitching could use work, and your designs though remarkable could do with being not so chaotic, and built to last more than 45 minutes.' her voice is matter of fact.
You raise an eyebrow wondering who this woman was. 'And you dont seem to have a clue as to who I am which doesnt say much about anyone wanting to work in the fashion industry.' her voice is cold and cutting. At first she was interesting but now you are getting offended. 'Look do you want a dance or not?' The woman takes a card out her purse and slides it in your garter. 'If you ever get serious about designing let me know, you've talent.' She leaves and you take out the card reading the name you instantly realise who you have been talking too. Baroness Von Hellman, the queen of fashion.
It's difficult for you to sleep that night and you're forced to reuse a costume for tonight's set your eyes are immediately on the table up the back and she's there. Performing now knowing who she is makes you uncomfortable and you've a few slip ups. The show ends and you quickly grab your robe so you can run back out to speak to her. She isn't at her table now your heart sinks. 'How much is it for a little bit extra?' a drunk middleaged man asks. You grimace as he makes a crude gesture with his fingers. 'C'mon (y/n) you know Id pay good for it.' You roll your eyes you are used to him he's not really a threat and does tip good. Man he is irritating though. 'You're drunk Harry, go home sleep it off and apologise in the morning.' you tell him off.
Harry laughs getting up stumbling a bit. 'You know Im only kidding (y/n) you're my pal really.' he puts his arm round you squeezing you which you don't like and smile uncomfortably. 'Take your arm off of her.' Your head snaps up as you hear the cold cutting voice. The baroness stands before you not looking remotely impressed. Harry hiccups and looks confused. 'Are you the boss? Sh-she knows Im just messing around.' he squeezes you again. You still look uncomfortable his hand now on your arse. The baroness simply shoves him and being so drunk he falls back onto his table knocking over a lot of glasses. Everyone is looking but she doesnt seem to care. 'Did you think about my offer?'
You are frozen on the spot, you hear Louis call across the room to ask if you are okay, the baroness snaps her fingers and points to the drunk on the floor. 'Someone clean this up.' You swallow. 'Im not sure I even understand your offer baroness.' you reply politely. She looks at you like you are an idiot. 'Do you want to design for me?' Your eyes go wide and you nod your head. 'It'd be a dream I mean it was my dream but people like me generally don't get to so I guess I just stopped trying is this real is this really happening?' you go into over drive. The baroness looks amused at your reaction she puts her hands on your shoulders. Her touch is comforting and soft not what you expected. She exhales slowly. 'Breath.' she instructs then pats your cheek taking her leave. 'Im not waiting all day.' she calls back. You realise you were meant to follow and run after her.
Louis looks at you shrugging signalling he wants to know whats going on all you can do is shrug back. You go out and the car is waiting you slide in beside the baroness not knowing what to say. Then you realise as the car starts you are just in your dressing gown lingerie and heels. 'Fuck.'
The baroness turns to you raising an eye brow. 'Shit, I mean sorry.' you stumble over words. 'I just realised Ive not redressed.' She looks bemused. 'Tell my driver your address we can swing past and collect anything you need Im eager for you to start designing.' You nod and do so curling up a bit feeling the cold she watches you. 'Are you quite alright?' You shiver a bit. 'Yes just cold.' She shifts closer to you placing her hand over yours. 'I meant did that, lets call him a gentleman, hurt you?' You'd actually forgotten about that. 'I oh, Im fine I mean Ive had worse it comes with the job.' She listens looking concerned. 'Well not at the House of Baroness it doesn't. Here.' To your shock she's taken off her brown fur coat to offer to you but she herself is only in a thin black dress. 'You'll get cold.' you point out.
The older woman ignores you and puts the coat over you and shifts back to her side of the car. The whole experience has been surreal you feel like you are on a roller coaster. Curled up on the seat of the car you watch your rescuer as she stares out the car window. You notice how beautiful she is her bone structure, her throat, her long legs. Then a pang of guilt as you see her tighten her arms around herself to keep warm. You shift closer to her and she turns to look at you in confusion. 'There's room for two.' you give a warm smile. She considers then allows you to cuddle up against her.
