Pedro Pascal x OC fem!reader // 18+
She/her pronouns
TW: +18 mature language, sexual content, domination, mentioning of drugs and alcohol, large age gap between young female and older man, sexual relationship between professor and student & adult la...
A/N: Sorry for the wait, I've been struggling with a bit of a writer's blog, as I've met someone new irl and we are now together iihhh. I'm so in love with this dude I haven't even had the time to simp for our all-time dad, Mr. Pascal. But I can't let you guys down, so here you go;
Chapter eight, and I am writing Chapter Nine as you read this.
ILY AND THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT
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..Thursday
And then Friday rolled by.
Did he call in sick? Margot hadn't spotted her professor in the halls, at study, or even just out and about. Her stomach felt like a knot had tied itself around her organs, and the feeling of not knowing made her sick.
Ten pm was nearing, and Margot was all dolled up once again in front of the backstage mirror. A tight black corset bodysuit, paired with see-through black tights, a ponytail, high stilettos, bunny ears, a white tail, and let's not forget the bowtie. You guessed it, tonight was Playboy theme night.
Every guy would swoon over these nights, and it was particularly hard to get inside the club on these special occasions.
"We open in five minutes gals, there is already a hefty line outside with hungry men," Tina exclaimed happily throughout the building as she always did, almost like a pep talk before the night began.
"Margot, darling, Anna called in sick today, would you mind taking the stage for her? It's only one dance at midnight, and then you can go afterward if there isn't any rush" Tina had placed her hand on Margot's shoulder, massaging it a bit.
"Of course, I'd love to, it's been so long"
"Thank you, sweetheart, you look gorgeous by the way!" And with a kiss on the cheek from her boss, she left the vanity area.
Shortly, the stage area and lobby were filled with laughter, loud conversations, and roaring 'woohoo's' from the many drunken men entering the club. A large number of them had even gone the extra mile of dressing up as Hugh Hefner, in his Bordeaux red robe, with a bare chest and sailors hat. Margot was planted solidly behind the bar per usual ready to serve the horde of guests, patiently waiting for her dance to take place in two hours.
♡
It was almost as if she only had to close her eyes once, as time had flown by and Tina was now fetching Margot to get backstage and prep for her erotic dance. I would be lying if I said she wasn't nervous because heck she was. Her heart was beating faster and faster, and a bunch of what-if's questions roamed her head.
What if she fell
What if her heel broke
What if she got stage fright
What if he...
Was there?
Margot shook the thought of Mr. Pascal out of her head, but it was as if he was stuck in the back of her mind constantly. His brown eyes gazing upon her naked body, his words of affirmation, and his toned hands roaming every inch of her figure.
