South Park Oneshots & Texts

Private Room - Kenny x Reader

I danced to one of my new favorite songs, Move Your Body by My Darkest Days. I was finally starting to get into the swing of things as a baby stripper. It had been exactly 7 days since I started my job at the Peppermint Hippo, and exactly 8 days since my 18th birthday.

I don't come from money, but I wanted to change that. On my 18th birthday, before anyone even had the chance to wish me a happy birthday, I drove from my home in Middle Park to the Peppermint Hippo, the local sleazy strip joint, and applied for a job as a dancer. The only way I was paying for college was if I worked, and my part time job wasn't going to let me afford a single semester, so my options came down to doing porn or stripping. I opted for the latter.

The club owner was expectedly a disgusting greaseball eager to hire young girls, and I got the job on the spot. Just 24 hours after my mediocre 18th birthday party, I was on the stage at the Peppermint Hippo, or the Mint, which is what I learned the other girls called it.

Kandi was my trainer, showing me the ropes and sharing her body glitter. The club provided outfits, pleaser heels, and laundry services, so all I had to bring was myself. I was surprised at the level of organization, until I learned that the other girls had all worked together to establish this system and make more money together. One thing I wasn't expecting when stripping was finding such camaraderie and kindness among my coworkers.

I got a lot of attention from regulars, being a new girl. All these sick fucks like a fresh, young body. Thankfully, though, so do their wallets.

In my first week at the Mint, I made over $1,000 in cash tips. As entertainers, we were also required to be paid minimum wage, so I was also collecting an extra little check on top of the tips. The only downside was that my entire body ached from using muscles I didn't even realize I needed until I hopped up onto a pole. Before the club opened, Kandi and the girls taught me a few extra simple pole tricks, and I was slowly getting better.

I looped one leg around the pole for support and leaned my upper body all the way back, until my face was upside down and my hair touching the floor, then reached out with a smile and took a $20 from one of the few handsome men in the club. Loogie, a young Italian man in a pinstripe suit, was a regular of the Mint and always polite with the girls. I quickly learned that while he was a good client, he was involved in organized crime, so I needed to tread lightly.

Loogie smiled back and tapped the stage, a signal that he was standing up to leave. I stuck the $20 into my top and spun around the pole, waving goodbye. My eyes followed him as he exited the club with his associates, holding the door for four men on their way in.

The song changed to Tia Tamera by Doja Cat, and I turned to the pole to roll my eyes. This was Kandi's playlist. I liked the rock songs, but at least her picks in music were easy to dance to. When I turned back around, I saw that the four new guys were sitting in front of my stage. They looked young, and I prayed they were legally allowed to be in here. It was always embarrassing having to kick someone out.

"Shake it, baby! It's my boy's birthday!" one of them called out.

No one shook it for my birthday. I let out a laugh and obliged their request, dropping it low on the pole for them with a little shake.

"You like her, Kenny? I'll buy you a dance, my treat," I heard a different boy offer. My ears perked up and I spun around the pole with a smile. A break from the stage lights and the money from a lap dance were plenty for me.

"How much for a dance, ma'am?" The boy in the green hat approached the stage and looked up at me.

"$40, honey." I was new, but young and popular, so my dances were pricier than most of the other girls at the Mint.