Tom Holland Imagines

You're a Stripper

You had always been in this business it wasn't something you could make your way out of because it made you a huge amount of money and it made you feel super confident. You had always had found it hard to contain a relationship while being with this business most men either wanted to use you or didn't trust you because of your line of work and it did hurt you a lot for the main reason that you did get lonely when you weren't working you wanted someone who would be there for you and would actually trust you because you would never cheat never hurt anyone that you cared about.

You were at work in the dressing room you shared with all the girls as you placed the short brunette wig on your head and re adjusted your bra and stockings then you take one last look in the mirror before putting your heels on and then you leave the dressing room and head out onto stage.

You walk down the catwalk and grab the pole as you move around it slowly then you wrap your leg round and begin doing tricks, you did pole dancing as a sport when you were younger and had one a load of competitions with your skills so you were the best at the club. Once you finished your dance you make your way down the stairs on the side of the stage as you just wonder around the floor.

"Y/N you're wanted" you hear your manager tell you in your ear. You turn round and follow him to the private rooms where men would get lap dances the door is opened for you and you walk in as you see a young looking guy sat waiting for you. He was super cute and you never really got young guys here it was normally older men.

"Hello" you smirk and he looked nervous very very nervous.

"Erm Hey" he coughs

"First time?" He Just nods fast "well that's okay" you walk over and straddle him

"Hmm" he nods and you just smile as a little giggle leaves your mouth then he moves his hand to touch your sides

"Don't touch unless I say" you tell him, it was the rules just how it went with you because you didn't want random people touching you and you knew that was hypocritical because of your job but if there wasn't some rules you wouldn't be a stripper but a prostitute.

"Okay I'm sorry" he says shuddering away from you. You turn around and sit down on top of him and you rub your ass against his crotch and he just grunts and you just smirk he was very innocent and you did wonder why he was here but you continued with your job.

After the lap dance you climb off and he hands you some money then you walk out of the room and head to the dressing room, you sit yourself in front of the mirror and take your wig off and you place a red wig on after it was important to you to try and hide as much as you could what you really looked like.

*6 hours later*
It got to 1am and you were ready to clock out and go home you got undressed in the changing room and put on some leggings and an over sized jumper then you grab your bag and then you head to your managers office.

"Can I have the money?" You ask him

"One second" he reaches into his draw and pulls out an envelope filled with cash and stands up and walks over to you. "Seeing you out there tonight wow you were so good" he says getting very close to your face

"This isn't appropriate" you place your hand on his chest trying to push him away and turn my head as he moved closer.

"Here's your money, maybe if you want to make more you could suck my dick" he says very forcefully you snatch the money and rush out of the club out of the back door and you walk fast for a bit before leaning your back against the wall.

"Fuck" you breath out

"Are you okay?" You hear a mans voice you turn around and see the young guy from earlier and you quickly wipe a tear away before looking directly at him.

"I'm fine thank you" you say pushing yourself off the wall and trying to walk off

"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier I was kinda dared to come here but you seem really nice?"

"You don't know me" You snap turning on your heel and looking at him again

"I didn't mean to offend you I just kinda wanted to know if I could get your number" as much as you wanted a boyfriend you weren't the type of girl that would flutter your eyelashes and say yes to any guy that asked you

"What's your name?" You ask

"Tom" he smiles

"Tom you would not be able to handle dating a stripper trust me hun"

"What makes you say that?" He crosses his arms clearly annoyed at what you had just said

"You're young and you don't understand how the world works yet"

"I'm 21 I think I can deal with it"

"Trust me you don't understand anything to do with me or my world Tom" you says waving your hands around, He was a really nice guy and if you didn't just have that run in with your manager this would turn out differently but it wasn't. "Sorry I'm just stressed listen I'll give you my number I will warn you about dating a stripper most guys can't Handle it" You sigh

"I think I can" He smiles