Remember me...? <Butters x Kenny fanfic>

C5: Club

I was finally at the place, at work; the Stevens's club. I walked in, seeing some of the friends that I've been working with for over 2 years; they were basically my besties now.

"Hey Butterscotch," one of them, Leslie, said to me. As she smiled, the huge blue gash on her head widened from when she was little.

Before I moved, she was just a virus. She hanged with Kyle, then Jimmy. Then, our principal shot her in the head... it was tragic but she was a program. Some tech people fixed her up or something, she says it's a sensitive topic to go on about.

"Hello Porn Bug," I said back. Code names for people who wanted a private lap dance were our made up names.

Another friend of mines, Damien, sat over the counter, and two others, Pip and Bradley, were over the counter making drinks.

Pip looked up at me and raised a hand of greeting. "Well hello Butters, how were you this fine dandy evening?" He said in a cheery voice. Damien rolled his eyes at how cheery he was.

"W-well I'm doin' great! Thanks Pips!" I responded.

"Pip, if you're gonna be that cheery, why don't you just go to some autism place and teach there instead of here where you grind onto men and women and give lap jobs?" Damien made a rude remark.

"Because I like it here! With you! And the pole dancing!" Pip made Damien blush and look away.

Bradley stayed silent as Bebe and Wendy finally walked in. "Hey guys," Bebe said, holding Wendy's hand.

"Hey boss! (Or Bebe) Hey Wends! How's it goin?" I said with a cheesy grin on my face.

Bebe returned the smile. "Me and Wendy are  fine Butters, thanks, we just came back from the movie theatre, but it really sucked ass cause it was good... but it was just dumb in a way you know but you can't put it into words!"

"L.O.L," Bradley said under his breath. I don't think anyone but me heard it.

"Anyways! Babes, let's get into our stripper costumes, and let's rock and roll! Butters, you have 2 private clients today, Pip and Damien together have 4. Let's go," Bebe clapped her hands. Everyone got their coats up and went to their separate rooms. The lights dimmed as we went into our hallways that led to cyan illuminated rooms. I went to mines.

It was the same as everyone's: a makeup dresser, a closet, a chest, a chair, and shelves with some stuff that I put which was really geeky... like anime stuff. Sailor Moon figures, Lucky Star, a lot of random ones. There were clouds like my own room on the walls, but they were choppy now. The place had enough money to buy paint, but a whole redo of the place would cost a fortune from Home Depo, so we didn't bother with it.

I changed in the middle of the room, into my very very favorite 'costume'. A bruise-like purple one that was bound to be adored. They were light up stockings, panties, collars, gloves. I put on some washable glow-up highlighter in my hair, the ones you just put in your hand and string your hair into it. Glowing eyeliner, contacts, lipstick—I was ready to go finally. I looked at myself in the mirror... I looked fabulous...! As always.

The thing was I was basically a stick figure. Little thighs, no breast, a little muffintop, like a boy. I wasn't changing though. I wouldn't force myself to change...

I put on my coat.

Another day at work, that was all it was.

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