You Can Call Me Daddy |A Teamiplier Smut Story| W.I.P |

| One | The Redmoon Bar |

C A S S I E
Friday, June 23rd, 2017

The Redmoon bar reeked of cheap perfume and alcohol, the smell I had gotten acquainted with over the past seven years. The lights shone down on me in hues of red and purple, illuminating the stage in the center of the room. My legs were wrapped around a shining pole, my body twisting gracefully around it. The song was ending, so I performed a finishing move that tended to bruise my thighs, then swung around to collect the paper bills that had been thrown up to me. I tucked them in the waist of my skimpy underwear and blew a kiss to a random younger man in the small crowd below me.

What I wore on stage tended to be two scraps of clothing and a pair of heels, nothing more, sometimes less. I swayed my hips as I walked off stage, a whistle or two coming from behind me as the lights dimmed. The second I got out of eyesight from the public, and in the dressing room, I dropped the seductive act and let out a loud groan of pain. I slipped my boots off to see a blister forming on my heel.
"I hate these fucking shoes," I scoffed and tossed them to the floor, stripping off my lingerie.

I squeezed myself into a pair of jeans, struggling to do up the button as I wasn't some skinny girl who starves themselves to stay that weight, I happened to have a bit of a stomach and thighs that painfully chafed. However, being on the thicker side comes with the perks of a bigger ass and tits that cause back pain. I heard the clicking of heels quickly approaching from behind me,
"Cassie! There you are, how was your shift?" My closest friend, Mayelle, asked.
"The usual, these boots gave me another fucking blister," I complained and slipped on a hoodie, counting my tip money.
"Gross, please don't show me," May grimaced in disgust. "Anyways, there's a rumour going around, and I'd thought you'd like the juicy details," She perked up.

"Oh, do tell," I replied while removing my makeup. I wasn't tuned into what May was saying as I was focusing on scrubbing off my eyeliner, but what she said caught my attention.
"Supposedly Bonnie sold herself through Jacob, and it makes sense if you ask me." May shrugged. I whipped around,
"Woah wait, start over, I wasn't listening,"
"Of course you weren't," She frowned, "Jacob's running a sex slave business on the side, and according to Penny, Bonnie sold herself for six months to a guy up in Oregon," She repeated for me.

"Didn't she have a massive debt to pay off?" I inquired, wiping off thick foundation from my shoulder that covered a large pink scar.
"Mhm, she's getting eighteen grand for this," May stated while dressing into her tight, red, waitress dress. She was always able to pull things off that hugged your body, unlike I, who had a pouch to hide.
"That's fucking insane, is this true though, because I could use some easy cash," I joked. May didn't seem to pick up on the sarcasm and shot me a glare,
"Cassie Daneli O'Donovan! Absolutely not!" She yelled mother like.

I raised my hands in surrender,
"I'm kidding," I smirked, even though part of me was contemplating the idea. "I have to head home though, it's getting late, and I want nuggets," I tied my long caramel-coloured hair into a low ponytail and grabbed my purse, starting to walk out the door.
"And you wonder why you still have that cute tummy of yours!" May called behind me,
"Bye, May!" I shouted back and walked over to the barstools where my friend Wade sat.

Wade handed me a wrapped burger as I sat down beside him on a stool,
"Thanks, my dude,"
He nodded,
"Of course. You were great up there, I still don't know how you have that much upper body strength," He laughed, taking a sip of his beer. I shrugged,
"How's your wife, Wade?" I questioned, turning my attention to the stage where Penny was performing a stripper routine. Wade went on about how his wife was out with a friend having a girls night. Just to set things straight, no he isn't here for the tits, this place is a strip-bar, he's here for the beer. I saw my manager, Jacob talking to Penny when she was finished her performance, Mays words being the only thing on my mind.