Unforgettable (Seme Female Reader x Neliel) {Bleach}

chapter 1

author's note: naturally this is a little different from what im used to writing so please bear with me. ill try to make it as great as i can. im essentially doing a male in a female body here lol. i have a pretty good idea of how i want her personality to be. its may be a little difficult to get it across but....well yall know me. i like hard stories that no one does. how you like it!!

reader pov (becky in this story)

sure i had my reservations to a certain extent. in order for this job to really work, ive got to drop my standards pretty low. i essentially have to give in to being objectified but what makes it worth it in the end? what makes every second i take to put on these 6 in heels, this thin bra and these tight thongs? one word folks. one word only.

money. 

more specifically, the tips i earn for this job out do what i make in my day job as a telemarketer. sure i make pretty good money there, just over 17 an hour since im a manager, but here.....oh boy. here i make two of my pay checks in a night and all it takes is shakin my ass. its soo simple. 

thats right people. i make it clap and on even my worst night, i still walk out with over a grand. sure it helps that i work at a high end club where movie stars and what not come through on a regular basis but thats not to say i dont work for what i get. im one of the highest paid strippers in this club. probably in the city really but definitely in this club. 

it also helps to have this bod that i got from my mom too. im a double d cup with an ass, a pretty face, long hair, and not a damn care in the world. i told mom about it and while she had her reservations about it, she told me straight up 'as long as you aint fucking them and it takes more than a few bucks for you to take the little bit of clothes you do have on off, i cant really complain. make your money boo'. 

i smile at the thought. i was quite modest when i told her how much i make in a regular night. knowing her she would be dancing right beside me. im the baddest bitch in this club, hands down. there aint enough room in this club for two. 

i sighed. i slipped on the clear stilettos with the straps around my ankles. they are multipurpose and comfortable. if it aint broke, no need to fix it, right? i bought a special thong for working here. it covers the kitty perfectly so that no matter how much i move, no one can sneak a peak. coupled with a comfortable bra and i was all set to go out and make some money. 

"you ready for the night? i hear a major baller is coming thru tonight," my number one main bitch mila rose said. she stuffed the only tits that are bigger than mines into a bra that is smaller than mines. everything she doesnt have in ass she makes up for in tits. she's the bff but i wont deny im a little salty sometimes. some guys would leave me to go have a chance at her huge tits. i sighed. those are the times where being the whole package isnt what keeps them there. 

"hell yeah im ready for the night. im ready to get it over with really. im not in the mood for drunks who wanna tell me their life story," i said as i stood up. i swear when they get me back to the private room, they pop a few bottles and next thing you know, i gotta hear about how bad the wife is in bed, how what she wont do, they know another bitch will, and all that other nonsense. im over here like 'i dont give a dam. just keep stuffin them 20s in my thong'. all that talking makes em forget their wallets are still in their pockets. 

we made our way out to the dance floor. the club was packed as always but there was usually a little alley that the waitresses would use to move throughout the club, delivering drinks and whatnot. we strippers learned to tap into that a while ago. 

later on that night....

"....aye....aye....AYE...AYE!..." the cheering nearly overwhelmed the music that was playing. all i could really hear was the base but that was all i needed. ive been twerking since it became a thing and its one of my talents that im really proud of. when the base dropped, i cartwheeled into a split, making the crowd go fucking nuts. the bills was raining on me. there were other strippers around but they knew. they knew all to well that the money falling from the sky was for becky, the bad bitch with the good hair, the fat ass, the huge tits, and the tiny waist and the attitude to match.