𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 | 𝕓𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

roger | jealousy and attention

| warnings: DIRTY  << for you linda ;) | words: 1.7K |
p.s i hate writing smut cause i'm hella bad at it

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it was friday night at the club you worked at. you were 21 and a drop out of college, you worked as a waitress and sometimes you would perform as a dancer. one night you were dressed in a spanish red dress which was cut diagonally showing your left leg off. men were around the stage, some throwing money at you. in the middle of your dance, a man with a blonde mullet entered alone with a pocket of cash. he eyed you up and then sat down. you kept eye contact with him while you danced the night out. when you had finished he nodded his head back and started to clap. his girlfriend who was hooked onto his arm didn't look impressed at him or you, you took a bow and went into the back.when you tied your hair back and grabbed a tray to collect the empty glasses, you went to where the man and his girlfriend was and realised they had left. from that night you got enough money to keep you going for a week or two. you went back to work a week later when your boss came to speak to you

"y/n can i speak with you" he asked

"sure, what is it?" you asked

"we are having to lower your wages by ten pounds to keep the club going, i'm sorry" he left you in the back to accept what had happened

you slowly slipped on your Marilyn Monroe inspired dress over your tube top and tiny denim shorts pushing up your curls. you walked out with the girls and performed ripping the dress off and throwing it down as planned. you got into the dance floor and saw the blonde man from last week as his girlfriend walked away. he stood up and came towards you as you grinned and turned around placing your butt on the middle of his jeans and moving side to side. he grabbed you waist which helped you as he laughed enjoying himself. you stood up and gave him a lap dance as you planned tonight.

"go on roger!" one of his friends cheered him on

you could see he was interested in you a lot as he had watched you for two weeks in a row. you hadn't seen a man stay twice with the same dancer. you put your finger over his lips and slid onto the floor then bringing yourself back up against his body. he stuffed some cash in your back pocket as you danced with him.

"why don't you break up with that girlfriend" you teased letting go of him

you joined the other girls back on stage to finish your performance. you all panted heavily and took a wave at everyone watching. the girlfriend of roger had come back and was scowling at you and ended up shouting at him as you wave goodbye to him. you sat in the back gossiping with the others.

"i'm so hot, jesus this is hard work" one dancer said

"did any of your wages get lowered?" you asked

"no? why would you ask that?" they turned to you

"mine got lowered, i don't know what happened but i'm desperate for money. i kind of danced with a man who had his girlfriend with him" you shrunk into the corner

"that's smart y/n" one of the girls came and sat with you

"we are all in the same boat here, we all need money so we aren't judging you" they smiled and you all hugged.

another week flew by and you'd talked to roger again while you was waitressing. he had told you that he was coming to see you again this friday. you were quite happy to know that he was watching you. you told him why you came here and he slipped you forty pounds cash.

"i can't have this, it's yours" you handed it back

"no, i insist you have it" he shoved it into your top pocket