Pairings: (light) Sarah Urie x Fem!Reader, Brendon Urie x Fem!Reader, The Uries x Fem!Reader
Warnings: light girlxgirl moments, daddy kink, brief mention of alcohol, thigh riding, degradation, finger sucking.
Word Count: 6.4k
“Come on, Brendon! We don’t ever get to do what I want to do or go where I wanna go.” Sarah says, a pout pulling at her lips and her eyes in full blown puppy dog mode.
Brendon sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Sarah, I haven’t even been to a strip club since I was a barely legal virgin cumming in my pants at every lap dance I blew my allowance on.” He chuckles and holds his wife’s hands, “Besides, what would you want to go to one for in the first place? I get naked for you all the time- and for free at that!”
Sarah giggles and allows Brendon to kiss her hands, “I just want the experience, baby.. I wanna see some girls dance for me,” she licks her lips then continues carefully, “Plus, a friend of mine went to the new club a few blocks down the road and she said it was amazing.. She ranted and raved about a particular dancer there and I wanted to check her out for myself.”
Brendon raises his eyebrows, “What kind of friends do you have?” He bites his lip and studied his wife’s unrelenting pout. “You won’t be jealous? Seeing me watch other girls dance? Having other girls touch me?” He asked, his defense breaking down.
“No! No, not at all! I’ll be right next to you, and so turned on.. You won’t have to worry about the strippers touching you because I will barely be able to keep my hands to myself.” Sarah says, a smirk on her lips. She knows by the glint in his eyes that she’s won her husband over.
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Work at the club is fast paced. It isn’t a burlesque like you wanted but you’re happy to settle for it, it’s a respectable business. You look up at the bright lights of the club sign, sighing as the bright red “Ace’s” burns into your vision. You blink and spit your gum out into a nearby waste receptacle, re-adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder, and walk into the club with your head held high.
You walk past the barkeep, waving a simple hello to him as you make your way back to your dressing room. You open the door and drop your bag, thankful that you arrived first. You sat in your chair and turned on the lights to your vanity, spilling the makeup on your desk for tonight’s look. You were wearing white tonight, staying true to your stage name “Sweetheart”. Your wardrobe only consisted of soft pinks, whites, or reds. The men seemed to love the whole innocent look, it just made your job that much easier knowing you didn’t have to work for dramatic makeup.
You hummed to yourself as you applied your foundation, you periodically called out to your fellow co-workers as they filtered into the room. Each girl so breathtakingly beautiful that you sometimes feel that you’re in over your head here. Once your blemishes were covered and your skin smooth, you applied simple gloss to your lips and sat up to change into the complicated outfit you had to wear tonight.
It was a pink babydoll dress that had simple buttons up the front, and when you unbuttoned it a fancy white lace set was underneath- complete with buckles, straps, and garters.
“YN, you look so good in that. I couldn’t ever.. You’re gonna walk away with so much money tonight.” You friend, Ginger, laughed. You blushed and attached your garters to the bottom of your barely there underwear. “Thank you. I wish I got to wear a vexing outfit like yours.. Your deep reds and blacks are enough to get solid 20s and full rooms booked.” You said wistfully, stretching as you bent down to slide your feet in your high heels.
She laughed and walked to you, buttoning the middle button on your dress. “Well you made more than I did whenever I first started out, you’re pulling in the costumers! You have so many girls fawning over you. Your innocent look really works out for you here.”
