Ariana Grande Imagines

24◆The Strangers (jariana explicit)

// I highly wouldn't recommend 16 years below to read this. (+16 only)//

Ariana
My voice was all over the bar for the past hours and my boss didn't let me rest for a while for the reason that I had no replacement. If I don't need much income I'll not seriously do this trust me.

I was at my very bad already 'cause I'm getting a little sore now.

I sighed and faced my reflection on the mirror. When will I get some proper vacation? I thought. I had been working straight days a week and I felt so strained.

I put on foundation and lipstick to retouch my caked face in the comfort room.

Suddenly, a bunch of noisy girls came inside and room was filled with their blabber mouths. They stopped tracks and looked at me head-to-toe in disgust so I made my way out. They're true, the eyes never lies. I looked like a slut in this micro dress but I had nothing to put on since it was part of the job.

Yes, I'm a singer in this lame club but I needed this job. I had no choice. I need money.

Our salary here was being given daily and if I had no money tonight, my sister and I will starve to death. Speaking of my sister -a fifteen year old punk, she was probably watching netflix instead of doing homework. That naughty gal always gets into my pretty head.

I went across the crowd as they call my name again. A waiter passed by and I took a big gulp of brandy before I walked up the stage.

As I sing along, there was a man who's making weird stares to me. Actually he was there since a while ago. I know everybody was staring at me but his eyes was just at me all the time like his eyes were piercing through my soul. He was wearing a gray bonnet and hoodie, just alone at the farthest table corner. Creepy as shit. I was trying my best to dodge all of his glares but I can't help it.

The tinted lights of violet and green was the only light in the club except for my spotlight. The boys infront looked filthy as they drink the beers on their table, half sober. I really hate this environment but as I said I had no choice.

Chorus went on and felt my voice was about to crack. I looked to the table of the creepy stranger but he disappeared. Well, I didn't care after all.

My work on stage finally ended. It was past midnight when the club was about to close. I was extremely exhausted mind you. My boss told me to stay for a while because he will give me my part. I doubt a second because he already gave the salary to the others why not me first so I could go home early. But I didn't bother complaining since I might lost my only job.

After I changed into jeans, I sat on the waiting area while examining the surrounding. I think there were only 4 people in here left; the two utility workers, my boss and me. "Shit" I muttered, only realizing what possible things might happen. My skin shivered suddenly, I clutched my things and I fastly walked to the exit door. I decided not to get my salary today since I can get it tomorrow anyway.

"Ariana my singer! Where are you going? I was about to give you your salary today." A familiar voice was heard behind me as I was opening the damn door.

I shaked my head but managed to smile to him, a fake smile. "Please add it just tomorrow Sir. Goodbye and thanks." I politely said in disgust and exits. Before pushing the door, I felt a hand grasped my wrist so tight and it was none other than my Boss' hand.

"You're so in a hurry sweetie come let's take things slow."

He pulled me in and tried to touch my upper body vigorously but I dodge it with my arms. Then he kissed me randomly on my face. It felt so gross. Even I put all my efforts in pushing him away, but he was so strong. He was moaning and kissing and touching me and all I did was scream in disgust.

I was about to get rape and I am such a fucking douche I can't do nothing.

"You're so sexy Ariana." I heard him hiss.

"FUCK OFFFFF!!!" I shouted in his ears with tears escaping to my eyes. All I could hear was my cracked voice seeking for help and his' maniacal laugh.

I was so helpless.

I felt his hands unbuttoning my jeans so I closed my eyes in defeat then darkness surrounded me.

Before I lost into my senses, there was a loud kick on the door and someone I had never known took the responsibility.

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Part Two anyone?