Chris Motionless Imagines / One shots

Pretty Perfect Halo's

A/N: purely unedited and will not be uploaded to tumblr right now or ever at this point unsure. An idea that came to me while playing GTA 5. if you know, you know. Don't judge. It's rare i write smut. So take it as you will man. Just enjoy the shit.

"I don't think this is a good idea Rick."

Chris sighs as he walks into the club through the double doors. One that Ricky has been adamant about Chris checking out once in his life. As the man once described it to the taller man, it's like a carnival for adults only filled with half dressed women. As crazy as it sounds, this was the last ditch effort for Ricky to cheer up the lead singer.

His girlfriend of a year had left him a couple weeks ago. He was not the happy Chris that everyone wanted to be around. He moped around. Constantly in his bunk and ignoring everyone till show time.

Ricky brings a hand to the man's shoulder, staring at the man.

"Never know till you try. Plus whenever have i had a good idea Chris?"

He wiggles his eyebrows as he steps to the front desk of the club. The music loud enough to practically cause someone permanent ear damage if they hadn't had it already. Even if they are use to loud music being their jobs. The lady smiles as she steps around the desk and gives Ricky a hug.

Her attention turning to the taller man and she looks back to Ricky, her arm wrapped around his neck as he holds her to him. She mumbles something to the man but Chris is so distracted by the music and the lights. He finds himself staring at the row of poles that are in the room. One occupied by a skinner woman with blonde hair. Her bralette tossed to the floor and spinning around as her chest is free of the restraints.

This really is a bad idea. He's been into strip clubs sure. He was younger and curious about things. He never once found himself here because of his friend. His active need to at least make a guys day for the two.

The woman who Ricky was attached to let's go of the man and leads them to the third pole at the far right of the club. It's not as packed. Chris is thankful for that. The woman leads them to the table closer to the stage. Her bright smile spread wide that it looks fake to him. She leans down to eye level to the men as they took a seat.

"You want anything to drink? On the house."

Ricky nods, "Wine. If you have it doll."

Chris shakes his head.

The woman nods and stands to her full height, finding her way to the back of the club.

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The lights go down. Music blasting through the speakers. Chris tilts his head to Ricky. Immediately recognizing the song that booms through it. Ricky chuckles at the man as he shifts in his seat to watch the show. Tonight is about him. It's all about what he has planned for the man he calls his best friend.

Chris feels out of place. A little weird at the fact he is hearing his song played in a strip club. He knew some stripped to his songs. His music, his creations and he was fine that. He never had a problem and he still doesn't. It's just sitting here, hearing it blare through the speakers. It makes it surreal. It makes it a thing. Why is he suddenly a little self aware?

The woman walks out. Black leather gloves on her hands. An all black leather suit with rips in the side of it. Fishnets underneath as well as black high heels. A mask with bunny ears sits on her face as she steps across the stage. A smirk spread wide as she struts and runs her hands along the pole. Her leg hooks and she swings, one hand holding her into place while the other removes her mask.