These Skeletons Need an Emotional Support Human (Reader X Multi Undertale AUs)

Ch: 11 Aren't you too Old for Wet Dreams?

"Daddy! Please?" A little blond wailed as she ran back into the private rooms.

You had a vague idea that you were dreaming again as you filed your nails. You didn't pick the color; but you were responsible for maintaining the shape that Pitbull liked. You had to keep them the way he liked them if you wanted to stay one of his favorites, and as long as you were one of his favorites then he would keep you safe from your ex husband.

It had been your biggest mistake, trying to leave like that, but you had realized your mistake and you had proven that you realized that it was a mistake, rectifying it until you climbed to a position where Pitbull would get you new clothes and shoes. If you were really, really good then before you started work for the evening, he would even let you see your boys for a few hours, they would always get so excited to see you and uncle Pitbull so you knew that they were well taken care of while you worked.

With that in mind you tuned in to the little fiasco happening in front of you.

"If the next word out of your mouth isn't, 'Sorry Daddy, I'll go back out there and do my fucking job' then I don't want to hear it." Pitbull snapped back.

"Daddy, he's a skeleton! There's no way, please I can't!" She replied, tears smudging her mascara.

Dumb bitch. You thought, slowly standing, He hated it when we messed up our makeup before showtime.

He was already clicking the rings together on his right hand, a sure sign that he was losing his temper, so you slid up beside him smiling.

"I can do it Daddy. The gold all spends the same to me and I hate seeing you get upset about it." You said, cutting your eyes at the girl.

"This is why she makes six times what you dumb bitches make." He snapped, easily draping an arm around you and leading you towards the door. Several girls who weren't involved gave you dirty looks, but it didn't matter. You were the favorite. If they put more effort into keeping him happy then they could get special treatment to.

"Hang on...I got an idea; these freaks are kinky right?" He mused pausing before exiting, you knew better then to chime in, waiting for the thought to finish as your pimp opened up a closet letting you see yourself in the mirror.

It wasn't really your style, but that's how he wanted you to dress, slinky little white sequin dress with a plunging neckline all the way down to your navel, hem of the dress riding up your thighs, big fluffy white coat over that going down past the end of the dress. The whole look was accented with bold glittery makeup and a tight diamond choker.

The choker was what he had his attention on when he pulled out a leash for his girlfriend's yappy little Pomeranian. It glittered just like the choker.

"Think they'll get a kick outta it if I bring you out on a leash?" He asked, and you smiled up at him.

"Bet they wouldn't mind paying extra if you did." You replied, tilting your head back so that he could clip the leash onto the necklace around your neck. Finishing whatever look he was going for and leading you back out to the front of the east bay dog rescue and rehabilitation center.

It was a really good front, and even functioned as a dog rescue during the operating hours. A lot of sex workers came into the rescue looking to complete community services or parole specifications, only to be recruited. Constant stream of new girls and good standing with the community.

Right in the front lobby just like the blond had said, was a short skeleton. Dressed almost just like the girl that had run into the back. Short cropped little shirt, bearly longer jacket, tight pants, and high heeled boots. The only difference was that he had a cute little pink collar around the vertebrae of his neck.