Frank n Furter X Reader - I Feel Sexy

~ End part 1 + Smut ~

As I wake up, I notice a note at the side of my bed. A location. A time. Nothing else except a very sloppy yet seemingly-attractive signature from the one and only Frank-N-Furter.

This is where I'd normally roll my eyes. But I stop myself from dreamily smiling. Stop.

"A party. There's going to be a party. That's definitely where he's been disappearing to!" I say.

I have to be sure to go, but if I do... it has be dignifying.

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How did I ever end up dressed like this? I think I got a bit carried away.

Tight, strappy black dress, teased hair, smeared on eyeshadow, and neat yet bright lipstick. My heels clink one after the other as I approach the old warehouse. Lights were steaming out from every direction. Whenever the doors would open, letting people in, all I could see was a mixture of blue and purple lights flashing leak through.

Muffled music plays.

The second I enter, I see nothing but bodies on bodies as far as the eye can see. Overwhelmed, I start struggling through the people. One woman is suddenly in my face, tongue sticking out at me as she grinds against my leg in her booty shorts and pink tank top. I laugh awkwardly as I shake my head in denial. She shrugs it off and immediately turns, starting to grind up on the man beside me.

I've got no clue where I am. I can't figure out where is where through the sea of hormones rubbing against one another. And at some point I'm pretty sure someone licked my arm. I'm scared.

Until I see someone climb up onto a stage across the room.

Oh, Jesus.

Frank. In tight leather pants, a vibrant red lace top, and a studded leather jacket over that. He also wears a tall stilettos and a choker. His red, slightly smudged lipstick matching his shirt beautifully.

At least he's wearing pants now. He almost resembles somebody I'd consider dateable.

He flicks his cigarette into the audience. I'm sure nobody would notice or care. He smiles wide and starts touching up on one of the shirtless "bouncers" standing on either side of the stage. Trying to get closer to the stage, I push harder and harder into the people, but nothing is working. I start itching at the thought of being stuck in one small circle of gross, sweaty flesh. I get up on my tippy toes to see people crowd surfing.

I turn around, leaving back onto my heels. I tap on the first tall person I see. He turns over, and looks down at me. He's got beast bleached-blond hair, and disgustingly blood-shot eyes. I try not to look at them.

"Can you give me a boost?" I ask, pointing awkwardly at the people being held up by the crowd. He makes an O shape with his mouth, looks back down at me, and then speaks.

"Imma need a hand with that." He says, eyeing my body. I cross my arms a bit in discomfort as he talks to his slightly shorter buddy he was dancing with a second ago. They position themselves, one behind me and one in front of me. The one guy takes a hold of my... lower half, and the other guy takes a hold of my back, they both hoist me up, and pass me off to other people.

"Wrong way, wrong way!!" I yell, pointing the other way, and people slowly start pushing me that way. As I get closer to the stage, I feel more and more hands pressing against my back, and I cringe at the feeling of being touched by all of these people. And the fact that I'm pretty sure someone just slipped a hand up my dress for a second.

Finally. I get to the stage, and I land on one foot, almost falling over.

"Like the party, dear?" He says, pulling me up into the stage with one hand. I steady myself a bit, visibly disoriented.