Hollywood Undead |One Shots|

J Dog/Jorel- Stripper In Love

You stared at your reflection, disgusted at how low you sunk to use your body for money.

Breathing heavily with anger and you tore away from your own eyes, giving you guilt as they reminded you of your mother.

"(Y/n), are you gonna go on the stage?" The manager, Bobby asked you with worry. He knows why you're here and tries his best for you to get stuck too deep in this.

This crappy job as an exotic dancer, or a stripper.

"I'll take the floor." Staring back into your own (e/c) eyes again.

"Ok, but you have a costumer. Don't worry though, he doesn't look like he a creep." Bobby closed the door to your dressing room, leaving you alone to have some time to prepare yourself. You got up, opening the door and walked with a little bounce to it, your (h/c) hair bounce too, giving you an image like you didn't belong. You saw Bobby waiting. "He's right over there." He pointed to the far corner of the club, there he was, sitting there with a cigarette in hand waiting for you.

You gulped at his bad boy appearance, and you took in a breath of confidence and walked over to him, trying to be older than you really are. As you got closer, you notice he's sober, the bad boy studied your body and smirked.

"Well, aren't you a cutie. How old are you?" He asked, patting on his leg for you to sit on. You sat down on his leg, but your matching (f/c) outfit made it uncomfortable for you, especially in front of a stranger.

"19." He smirked and offered you smoke, but you turned it down. "So, what will it be?" You leaned in close to his ear, his body slightly shivered and recovered.

"How about somewhere more private?" Doing the same thing to you, his warm breath tickled your ear. You tried your best not to show any signs that you're easily flattered, but you have more than that to worry about. You got up and led him to one of the back rooms for pleasure.

Inside was a velvet red and black shag carpeting, and there was a king-size bed with red bedsheets. Walking in and sat down, you tried to look seductive, but you failed, even he noticed that you were trying hard. He closed the door behind him and sat down next to you, making you confused by his actions.

"You seem young to be doing these kinds of things." He said out of the blue, completely changing his earlier motive.

"Excuse me?" Confused by what he meant before he was glad that you're young but now he's disapproving it.

"Not to be rude, but more curious."

"What?" He laid on his back on the bed flat, still smoking his cigarette.

"I just feel like talking more than fucking, so what's your name?" Looking at you with interest, the bad boy smiled happily as you become more cautious and careful about what to say.

"(Y-y/n), what about you?"

"Jorel, but my friends call me J Dog." He looked at you for a reaction, but you only nodded. "So, why do you work here?"

"If I tell you, then you might get bored." He got up as you already knew. Instead, you felt warm and realized that it was a blanket he covered you with. "You're different than most people here. Not to be rude." Reciting his earlier comment about you being young.

He laughed, and he laid down next to you. "Is that good?" You smiled down at him.

"Yeah.."

Then you guys started to talk and laughed, of course, he started to flirt with you, but his laughter played over and over in your mind, it was kind and playful. You liked him already, but you knew he wouldn't come back. Proves to you, how much you attach you get.

Jorel did get lucky with you, sure you didn't feel right about it, but it took away all the problems you're going through and made you forget the world. Which was definitely different.

As Jorel started to put on his shirt as you stared at his body, his muscles had definition and were toned, maybe from working out a lot. He's gonna leave now, frowning at the reality that came sweeping in, nothing could be a fairytale ending, the knight in shining armor coming to rescue the princess, but you didn't feel like one. You stared off into space thinking about what would have happened differently if you said others things, like asking why or how did he get the nickname J Dog.

"Hey.. hello, (y/n)? Are you there?" He waved his hand in front of your face.

"Ye-yeah." Snapping out of your thoughts, he smiled at your confused look.

"What time do you get off?" Sitting by you on the edge of the bed at a good distance, the clock on the wall said 11:52, in ten minutes you'll get to go home.

"In ten minutes. Why?"

"I'll be waiting for you outside then." He got up and walked out, sitting up and your (h/c) was all over the place. You smiled and hurriedly getting dressed to leave with this knight.

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