Mr. Love: Queen's Choice One Shots

Gavin: Exotic

⚠️ WARNING: Mentions drugs, rape, slight nudity, and exotic dancing. Proceed with caution.
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Gavin was uncomfortable.
    He tugged at the collar of his button up shirt, the atmosphere of the club suffocating. His white jacket seemed fluorescent in the dim lights. He waved his hand in front of his nose, trying to rid himself of the smell of cannabis and cigarette smoke. His caramel eyes scanned the place, his heart thumping loudly.
    Gavin felt Minor sling his arm around him. "Gavin, you said you wanted to check the place out," Minor said. "I got you in, didn't I?"
    Gavin removed Minor's arm. "I don't need to be this close and personal."
    Minor laughed. "And you call yourself a cop? Come on, now. Even cops need to relax!"
    Gavin's jaw clenched as Minor asked for a dancer. "This is not relaxing in the slightest," he grumbled.
    Gavin had been asked to scope out a club in Loveland that was notorious for dancers going missing. Gavin was slowly beginning to understand why. The place was filled with drug addicts and sleazy men.
    "Here, Gav," Minor said. "I got you one of the best girls here."
    Gavin watched as a girl in high stiletto heels walked up. He blinked. Her (hair color) hair swayed as she moved her hips seductively. She looked at him with bright (eye color) eyes. Her face was colored with makeup that suited her well. But her outfit was skimpy. Little patches of cloth covered her nipples and in between her legs. The rest was strings. He gulped. She looked young.
    "Gavin, this is Venus," Minor said, introducing her stage name. "I already paid her. Have fun!"
    Gavin watched as Minor turned and left. He held out his hand, wanting to stop him. The girl smiled and gently touched his hand, making him jump.
    "Don't be so nervous, Gavin," she said, her voice sultry. "I won't hurt you."
    Gavin frowned as she dragged him over to a chair. She sat him down, spreading his legs slightly. Gavin blushed madly as she knelt down in front of him, her chest hanging close to his face as she whispered in his ear.
    "What do you want me to do?" she asked softly. "He paid me for a lap dance."
    Gavin was sweating profusely. He could feel the other men's jealous gazes on him. He swallowed hard. "What's your name?"
    The girl blinked. "He told you. I'm Venus."
    "No, no. I mean your real name."
    The girl grit her teeth, but proceeded to give him a sweet smile. "My real name is (your name), but you can call me whatever you want," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet.
    Gavin touched her hand gently. "Come with me."
    "What?" the girl said as Gavin stood and took her to the bar. He sat her down in the chair. "Hey, what are you doing?"
    Gavin knelt down, looking at her with intense eyes. He watched as she shifted uncomfortably. "How old are you?"
    The girl winced. "I-I'm actually (your age). But it doesn't matter; I'm still legal."
    Gavin bit his cheek. "Barely."
    The girl frowned. "Listen, man. I don't know what you want from me, but you aren't getting your money back." She huffed her words, folding her arms over her chest. She felt exposed—embarrassed, almost.
    "I want you to get out of here," Gavin said.
    "Huh?"
    "This club is notorious for having dancers disappear," Gavin said. "You're far too young to have something happen to you. I want to get you out of here."
    The girl scoffed. "You're out of your mind," she said, brushing him off. "I make good money here."
    Gavin stared at her. "You hate it here."
    The girl winced. She was growing tired of this man. How could he see through her? She bit her cheek, looking at the stage. "I have to go," she said.
    "Feeling uncomfortable?" Gavin asked. "Listen to me. I work at the police station. I'm not going to hurt you, okay? If anything happens, and I mean anything"—he handed her his card—"call me."
    The girl glared at him before turning and walking away. She went to the back where the dancers got ready and slammed her hands on the table, staring at herself in the mirror. Why? Why did he see through her? She was playing the part so well!
    Minor saw the scene play out and went over to Gavin. "She didn't even dance for you, man! That was a lot of money I had to pay."
    Gavin quickly shoved the money to Minor. "Here. Take it. I'm done for the evening."
    Minor watched as Gavin walked out, his mood sour. "Geez," he said. "Wonder what got him all mad."
    Gavin stormed out of the club, running his hand through his hair. Why on earth was she there? She was far too young to be risking her life like this. He rubbed his forehead. He was tired and wanted to go to bed. He hopped on Sparky and was about to take off when he saw a figure run towards him. He screeched to a halt and removed his helmet. "What the hell?"
    The girl panted, her coat on over her arms. She looked at Gavin. "Why did you give me your card?" she asked angrily.
    Gavin frowned. "Because I'm being serious." He slipped his helmet back on. "If anything were to happen, report it to me. I don't want to see another dancer—especially you—go missing."
    The girl watched as the man sped off. She frowned and looked at the card he had handed her. His face was on it, along with his name and title. She frowned, looking at the man as he turned on the bike and went down another street. Gavin.
• • • • • • • • • •
Minor watched as Gavin drowned himself in his work for the next few days. It was obvious that he couldn't stop thinking about that dancer. He shook his head. He had no clue what interaction Gavin and her had, but he could tell that Gavin was upset.
    "Gav, let's go back there so you can see her," Minor said one evening. "I can see that you're dying to see her."
    Gavin looked at Minor quickly before returning his gaze to the crime folder. "Not in that manner, I'm not."
    Minor frowned. "Gavin, please. She's a dancer. She's not going to magically change her mind because you handed her a business card. She—"
    Gavin's phone rang. He looked at the ID and frowned. Unknown. He picked it up. "Hello?"
    "I-Is this Officer Gavin?"
    Gavin bolted out of his chair, slamming his hand on his desk. "(Your name)?" he asked, making Minor's eyes bulge. "What's wrong?"
    "Help me," she said, her voice strained. "I-I'm outside of the club. There's these guys and I—wait, who are you guys? No!"
    Gavin heard her cellphone clatter to the ground, her screams muffled. His eye twitched as he heard jostling and a door slam shut. Then the call went dead. He stood there, frozen on the spot. Minor was pale.
    "Gavin—"
    Gavin wasted no time. He grabbed his jacket and slipped it on, grabbing the keys to Sparky and bolting out of his office. He grabbed his gun, locking it in his holster as he quickly hopped on Sparky, revving the engine and taking off towards the club. He prayed he wasn't too late.
    When he got there, it was eerie. The club was still alive and thriving. People were exiting and entering, the bass so loud he could feel it in his chest from outside. He quickly rushed inside, not caring about the man at the door. He showed his badge and entered with no problem.
    "I need to see your dancer Venus," Gavin said, looking at the man who was obviously the owner.
    He looked at Gavin. "And why is that?"
    "I'm a cop. She's in danger. Where is she?" Gavin showed him his badge for credibility and watched his face fall.
    "She's in the back," the man said. "She said she had a headache."
    Gavin moved quickly. He slammed open the door to the dancer's unit and bolted in. Some of the other dancers yelped as he passed by them, but his focus was only on the girl. The one he had fallen for so quickly.
    "(Your name)!" he yelled, looking for her. "Where are you?"
    "G-Gavin?"
    Gavin turned and saw her laying on a bench in the back room. Her body was bruised, her arm bleeding heavily from a stab wound. Her eyes were half-shut, her breathing slightly abnormal. She winced, trying to sit up.
    "Stay down," Gavin said, getting on his radio and requesting an ambulance. He put pressure on her wound, making her wince. "What happened?"
    The girl shook her head. "I-I can't remember. There were these men and...they drugged me with something..."
    The EMS was quick to arrive. They checked her vitals and got her loaded up. Gavin agreed to follow them to the hospital on Sparky. He loaded up and followed closely, the sound of sirens deafening people passing by.
    Once at the hospital, the girl was wheeled into the ER. Gavin wasn't allowed back, so he stayed in the waiting room, pacing nervously. He had heard her cries. He knew something awful had happened.
    Finally, the doctor came out. He looked at Gavin. "You're the officer that got her?"
    Gavin nodded. "I am."
    "She's lucky." He handed Gavin the toxicology report. "She has GHB in her system, more commonly known as the date-rape drug. She's been sexually assaulted. We were able to find three different semen samples."
    Gavin paled. "Three?"
    "All in different places," the doctor said, shuddering. "This girl is definitely lucky to have made it out. We're treating her for everything. We need to keep a close eye on her, though."
    Gavin nodded. "Can I see her?"
    The doctor nodded. "She's going to be confused, so don't push her too much."
    Gavin went to her room and softly knocked on the door. He pushed it open and saw her laying in the bed, her eyes shut. She looked so tired. He went over to her, sitting beside the bed on a chair. He gently held her hand, making her flinch and open her eyes. She saw Gavin and recognized him.
    "I-I'm sorry," she said, looking away as tears ran down her cheeks. "You were right."
    Gavin frowned. "Enough. Don't talk like that." He gently reached out and brushed her hair away from her face. "You had no clue this was going to happen to you."
    "But if I had listened to you, I would have been safe," she said, wincing. She gripped her head tightly. "Everything hurts..."
    Gavin gently touched her head. "Hey, (your name). Stop blaming yourself. Like I said, you had no clue this was going to happen to you. But you did the right thing. You called me when you were in trouble. You did everything correctly."
    "Then why did I still get raped?" she barked, making her wince. She gripped her head tightly, her skull throbbing. "I-I'm sorry. It's not your fault I'm in this position. It's nobody's fault but myself."
    Gavin clenched his jaw. "Stop it." He gently tilted her head, looking at her with intense caramel eyes. "Look at me, (your name). Stop blaming yourself. The only people at fault are the men that did this to you. You are in no way responsible for this. Understood?"
    The girl began to cry. "I-I'm sorry..."
    Gavin gentled, shushing her and holding her hand. He stroked her hair out of her face. "(Your name), don't cry. I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at the men who did this. I swear to you, they won't get away with this. Period."
    The girl sniffled and nodded. "W-What do I owe you?"
    Gavin blinked. "Nothing. You just need to get better. Get out of that job." He gulped. "Stay with me."
    The girl blinked. "What?"
    "Stay with me. You can find a job that doesn't put you at risk. Until you get back on your feet, you can stay with me."
    The girl frowned. She didn't like the idea. But this man...he had been nothing but patient and kind. The last time she rejected his offer, she got severely hurt by it. She wasn't about to make the same mistake again. "Okay."
    A few months later, (your name) was doing well. The three men responsible for her assault were rotting away in jail. She was content living with Gavin, and had even begun a relationship with him. Gavin was happy to help her through it all. He had grown to love this woman, despite their rocky start.
    "Gavin, what's this?" she asked, looking at a box. There was scratching coming from inside it.
    "Open it," Gavin said, smiling.
    She frowned and opened the box. Inside was an American Springer Spaniel puppy. It looked up at her and barked happily, licking her cheek. She laughed and picked up the puppy, holding it close. "Gavin, thank you!"
    Gavin laughed. "It's not just your dog," he said. "It's our dog."
    She smiled and brought the puppy over to him. She leaned down and kissed him softly. Gavin kissed her back, touching her cheek softly. "I love you," he whispered, keeping her and the puppy close.
    "I love you, too."
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The Halloween ones are coming. I planned on getting them out today, but when I went to edit one, I accidentally deleted it all. So now I have to redo Victor's.
    The election has been nuts. We're all practically going into survival mode in my family. We have food rations and money saved up in case we need to flee. It's a bad situation.
    Until next time, everyone! Be safe out there.