Pleasure for money - DNF

EIGHT

Trigger warning: sexual assault and harassment

It had only been hours since what happened between George and Dream. And for every hour that had gone past more hell had broken loose.

George was currently in Dream's car being driven somewhere with tears rolling down his delicate face and blood splattered all over his jacket, a stinging feeling coming over him when the tears came in contact with the fresh wound on his right cheekbone. How did he get here? Let's go back a few hours.

It took George a couple minutes before getting off the floor. Even after the gangster had left him in there, he was still in shock of what had happened. His clothes were clenching on him in all the wrong areas and it irritated him that they were crooked.

Eventually he had stood up and fixed himself. The brunet stepped out of the small room and looked at his surroundings. The blond male was nowhere to be seen, as usual. George just hurried to his dressing room, trying to avoid anyone seeing him like this with his eyeliner smushed and hair all messed up. Just fixing up his clothing couldn't hide the obvious facts of what he'd been up to.

He arrived to his dressing room shortly after and began removing the smushed eyeliner with some makeup remover. The brunet couldn't help but grin as he thought about what had happened, he couldn't stop smiling and it had been a long time since that happened. There was just something about Dream that made him feel so much joy even though he was extremely bad for him. Suddenly there was a knock at the door;

"Come in!" George shouted as he touched up his hair.

He looked straight ahead in the mirror in front of him back at the door, watching the owner of the club himself step inside. George squinted to try and get a better look at the man because even from this far he could see something was off.

The stripper spun around and inspected his boss. It looked as if he'd been crying and trying to tear his hair out. He also looked scared and vulnerable like a lost kid at the mall.

"Oh my, you don't look so good Mr Rogers." The brunet sighed walking closer to the older.

"I'm fine. I just came here to tell you something." Andrew began and George felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, last time his boss wanted to talk to him it was because he wanted him to start selling himself.

"What is it?" He asked hesitantly.

"It's good news for you George, bad news for the club. So don't sound so scared." Mr Rogers almost snapped at him and the brunet was confused. "Here's the thing, you won't be needing to do your extra work here anymore..." he said and George furrowed his eyebrows, did he just hear him correctly?

"Are you serious?" The stripper asked in disbelief. "This isn't some sort of messed up prank, right?"

"Prank?" the older spat. "No, it's not some useless prank. You know how much money this is gonna cost me?" The tone on the older voice made George reluctantly take a step backwards.

"Then why are you doing it?" The brunet asked carefully. "I mean you obviously want me to continue doing it."

"Because you haven't been doing it, have you? You have just taken money off that stupid gang leader and I don't know how much but I'm certain you haven't given me all of it."

George didn't know what to say, he knew he should be fired and black listed from every club because he'd done that but he isn't being fired and he had no idea why.

"Shouldn't you just fire me?"

"Damn right I should, but I can't." Mr Rogers sighed troubled. "If I do I'm dead and we can't have that can we?"