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| bishop x f!reader | notes: I’ve never seen From Dusk Till Dawn so do what you will with that, highly inspired by the wardrobe of Salma Hayek and the backstory of the python of episode 6! | warnings: not proofread, this is set pre-rue, reader is a stripper, reader is nicknamed ‘Lola Bunny’, Alamo overall, strip club atmosphere, snakes, guns, no smut..for now.., Bishop and his lurking, tension, Bishop’s acts of kindness, etc. | mdni18+ | wc: 2k |
You had been working at Silver Slippers for three months after being hired by Alamo Brown. Funny meetup the two of you, he had seen you in another strip club and saw how depressed you looked giving a lap dance. When he walked up to you, all he mentioned was a way better salary, an apartment complex and most importantly getting you the fuck out of this place.
You walked out of that lap dance and left with Alamo that night.
You noticed many things about Silver Slippers, but the one you noticed the most was that Alamo and Big Eddy never made you do private dances. Let me rephrase it better, they wouldn’t whore you out like they would do with the other girls, and honestly that left you curious.
You couldn’t understand why, in the first two months you clicked well with all the girls, there was Tish and Angel who were an inseparable duo, there was Magick who sometimes scared the shit out of you with a crazy story every other week.
You got to meet Alamo’s work men, of course Big Eddy was your boss second to Alamo, and there was G who was very kind and always brought you and the other girls little gifts, and Kidd who would only go to the strip club in the morning time but was at every party thrown at Alamo’s.
And then there was Bishop, Alamo’s henchman. Truth is he scared the fuck out of you. I mean, why are you wearing a trench coat 24/7 in California? He had zero emotion all the time, and always kept his hands to himself, if he wasn’t with Alamo or G, then he was simply not there ever.
For anxiety reasons, you kept your distance, but that wouldn’t stop him from always looking at you, sure he did the same with the other girls and other workers, but it just felt like he always had his eyes on you.
“You enjoying working here, huh?” Alamo had you take a break and head to Big Eddy’s office. You were on the couch, Alamo sitting in Eddy’s chair, Bishop and G standing by the door. “It’s been nice,” You smiled, “You work me like a dog but the money is really good.” That earned a laugh from Alamo.
“Bunny, the moment I met you, I knew there was something about you that was more special for all the other bitches you was working on that shit show down in Los Angeles, and even here,” Alamo laughed, smoking on his big cigar. “Even here, you are more special than these bitches!” He started to cackle really loud, G following with a giggle, Bishop not moving a muscle.
All you did was smile, you always believed he was fucking crazy and you didn’t want to over step anything. “I’m just doing me. Lola Bunny.” You never picked your strip name, it was given to you by the first strip club you worked at and you just sticked with it.
“Bun, did we ever tell you about Sweet?” Alamo asked settling down. You quickly glanced over at G and Bishop, who were both looking at you, the door was half open, you could see some of the girls going across the makeup room. “No… I don’t think I’ve heard of Sweet.” You adjusted yourself on the couch, a little uncomfortable since you were in a baby blue g-string that covered nothing but your crotch, and a matching bra that was so small, but still made your boobs look amazing.
“Come.” Alamo stood up, offering his free hand to walk you somewhere. And a boss is a boss, you took his hand and let him lead you out the office, G and Bishop following behind you.
In the private rooms there was a white-yellow python who had its own glass terrarium. Alamo broke it down for you. There was a dancer named Sweet who had a whole act with the snake, she loved it so much she slept with it at night. Long story short, that python wanted to eat Sweet, and Alamo thought it was the funniest thing he ever heard, he bought it for 10k, and placed it right here as a message that you never know a person’s true intentions.
“Sweet made millions with this snake, ain’t that right Bishop?” Alamo looked over at Bishop who was staring at the snake, he then lifted his gaze towards your petrified face and teary eyes after hearing the story of the snake, you had visible goosebumps on your body. “Millions.” Was all that Bishop replied.
“Bunny, you told me you would hunt with your grandad in Tampa, right?” Alamo had his hand on your neck, slowly massaging it. “Yes..” You mumbled, not being able to look away from the python. “You familiar with reptiles?” “Yes.” You replied again. You're starting to understand why they never placed you in the private rooms.
A loud smack landed on your left butt cheek making you close your eyes and hold your posture. “Well then, let's get to work! I wanna see you dancing with this snake like if you were Baby from Dirty Dancing.” Alamo said as he walked away laughing hearing him call for Eddy afterwards.
“Lola..don’t break a sweat. Me and B, we’ll help you. And I’ll make sure this dragon don’t choke you.” G chuckled, but you still couldn’t look away from the python. Horrified with the story it had and knowing it wasn’t something that happened years ago. You finally looked at Bishop, who was also staring towards the python. “Money talks.” He said looking at your figure before connecting your eyes with his. You nodded, holding back the tears.
“Money talks.”
꧂
For two weeks, you started a relationship with this snake, having no clue of it’s name, you started calling it Kramer. On your lunch and dinner breaks you’d sit beside Kramer, you even insisted to feed it its dead mice with the help of Bishop.
After 4 days, you took the courage to get it off the cage, with help of both G and Bishop of course, you would then just hold it and pet it for some time, practice your dance and then put it back on its house. Next thing you know, you and Kramer started to get along just fine, you did make sure that it kept eating the dead mice, you and Alamo came to an agreement that it was for special occasions to perform with the snake.
“You know who you can look like with that snake?” You and Angel were walking back to the strip club after grabbing lunch. Both your hairs in rollers and wearing sweats and comfy shirts. Today was the big night that Alamo told you and the girls about. More security was going to come in and it was going to be packed with reserved rooms with the best solo dances for the night. You and Kramer being placed for last.
“All I’ve been consuming for the last weeks have been snake videos so, no. Who will I look like?” Angel laughed at the tiredness of your words. “You sounding like Bishop.” “Am not! That guy is scary.” You defended yourself quickly while the two of you headed inside and onto the makeup room. “You’d look like Salma Hayek in that movie, que se trepa en el escenario y está con George Clooney—” Angel started explaining the movie the best she could, even if it included talking in Spanish.
“From Dusk Till Dawn.” Magick interrupted beside the two of you, doing her makeup. “Esa misma, she does the same thing dancing with a snake and looking so sexy.” “Never seen it.” You replied, still feeling scared about your performance with Kramer. “Doesn’t matter, let me pick your set for the night.” Magick stood up and wrapped your arms around you, looking at you through the mirror.
“Sabes estos hombres que vienen—they’re Hollywood, they’re big names. We all have to make a good impression, vale?” Magick was right, Alamo had all of you wax and have your hair and nails done, he even made sure the whole place was extra clean and checked the DJ’s booth. “Let me pick your outfit for tonight.” Magick repeated, this time happier and going over to the closet talking away about how pretty you were gonna look.
“Lola Bunny.” Big Eddy walked in, Bishop behind him, something that wasn’t exactly usual. “Tonight is yours, no pressure but—” He had stopped in his tracks, opened the door to his office letting Bishop walk in. Before Bishop entered the office he looked at you, as always a longing stare to your face and figure, after a quick nod towards you, he walked in, out of your sight.
“Don’t fuck it up.” Eddy finished with a quick laugh. “Angel go get G and I don’t want none of you ladies bothering me for the next 30 minutes, I need all of you to look like pageant queens tonight.” Eddy spoke before closing the door. “What could they be doing in there.” Tish muttered walking in sitting on her chair. “Sucking each other’s dicks.” Magick replied earning giggles from all the girls, including you.
The night was going great, a big turnout of both men and women with good money some old friends of both Alamo and Eddy. You were already in your outfit of the night, a brown push up bra that was bedazzled with dark brown gemstones that matched your thong that had a little black bow in the back. Your heels were this open toe with a shiny black color, six inches of platform.
The club was colder than usual for tonight, which sucked for all the dancers for not being able to carry a coat or a jacket, as Magick says the club was so cold that you were all ‘enfriándose los huevos’. You were the last to perform on the main stage, after retouching your makeup you decided to feed Kramer beforehand.
Making your way through the private rooms, greeting some of the girls and getting whistles from the clients, even two guys putting hundred dollar bills on the string of your thong. You froze in your tracks when you saw Bishop by the glass terrarium, his arm resting on top of it. With no reason..of course, you quickly adjust your boobs and fixed your hair before walking up to him.
“You fed Kramer.” You spoke softly, hands clasped behind you. Bishop looked at you, seeing your outfit for the night. “I didn’t want you to stress.” “Thank you, Bishop.” You responded a little too quick, almost as if you were a soldier. “Why Kramer? Because of Seinfeld?” Bishop asked taking a sit beside the cage. You giggle, “Kidd asked me the same thing the other day.” You sat beside him, “Kramer vs. Kramer, Hoffman and Streep?” Bishop was looking through the room, paying mind to the clients and the dancers that led them to the multiple rooms. “Never seen it.” He answered.
“Are you cold?” Bishop asked after 7 solid minutes of silence, music blasting from the main floor. “Well, yeah..” You scoffed at his question, “Eddy always puts the club cold on nights like these.” You continued rubbing you manicured nails through the goosebumps of your thighs. “At least it’s Friday.” You rolled your eyes at his response. This is exactly what you meant about how weird this man was, you could never figure out what his point of conversation was.
Your thoughts were all over the place, you hadn’t realize Bishop had stood up to take off his brown leather trench coat. You caught a glimpse of the gun he kept behind his back, before he turned towards you, coat in hand. That’s when you realized.
He was giving you his coat.
“Thank you.” You replied, taking it and putting it on, shuddering with the new warmth your body received. “I have to go look for Alamo.” Bishop talked fixing his blue shirt. You couldn’t deny he looked amazingly good right now. “You can give me the coat once we close.” You nodded, giving a small thumbs up. Before heading out he looked at you again.
“You look beautiful, bunny. Best of luck.”
Your heart started to flutter, why was the scariest man you had ever met in your life making you feel like you were a teenager with big feelings again? “Thank you, Bishop.” You smiled, seeing him walk away.
꧂
Your performance with Kramer was outstanding. You had never seen so many people gathered around you, roaring, whistling and throwing 100 dollar bills all over the place. Going backstage you were met with nothing but praise by the other girls, many of Alamo’s old friends beside him, dying to meet you or to simply give you more cash. “Take the weekend off, you made me real proud, bunny.” Alamo whispered in your ear, placing a roll of money on your hands, another light smack on your butt while you made your way to the makeup room.
You couldn’t deny it you felt like you were on Cloud 9.
The night didn’t end until 2:30am on the dot. There was an after party at Alamo’s, you weren’t exactly planning to go, wanting to rest peacefully back at your place. “Night Lola, you the real motherfuckin’ g.” You heard G from across the room, quickly looking up from your phone, “G— can’t you take me home?” G groaned rubbing the back of his head. “Not today baby, order a uber I’ll pay it for you, get home safe.” He replied before heading out. 10 minutes later, Tish and Angel had also said goodbye to head over at Alamo’s leaving you alone in the makeup room, wearing hot pink shorts that matched your zip up hoodie and a white tank top underneath, you then decided to use your phone to call an uber.
“You were extraordinary.”
You jumped looking up to see Bishop’s tall figure standing in the doorway. A quick smile appeared on you, “Thank you Bishop..oh! Your coat.” You quickly stood up, reaching for his coat that you placed on top of your bag. “Are you going to Alamo’s?” Bishop had approached you, almost cornering you. “No, just gonna call an uber, eat and sleep. He gave me the weekend off.” You shared very happily while you saw him put on his coat.
“Let me take you home.” Again your heart fluttered, I mean, how can a ride home from a man like Bishop not make your heart sink a little. “You don’t have to do that.” You said coyly, it had to be that Alamo told him to do so, “If you don’t want me to take you home it’s fine,” Bishop looked down for a moment before making eye contact with you again. “I just wanted to do you a favor.” You giggled, feeling your cheeks get red and hot out of the sudden. Oh my god what is wrong with you? Before you could speak again, Bishop stepped even more closer, was he always this tall? He smells really good, he has a really nice tie—
“You don’t think you deserve it?” Ok..turned on. You just stared slight up at him, still not being able to study any emotion behind those dark eyes of his. But then it hit you, oh my god did it hit you. Bishop was practically your coworker, what was he doing? What was his intention? But, he was offering you a ride, and this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to him, and it was close to 3am..
You smiled, taking your bag and moving your hand to fix his coat, “I’ll use the ladies and then you can take me home.” You answered softly, dragging your fingers to his tie. “I’ll warm up the car.” Was the last thing Bishop said before heading his way out.
Stepping outside of the strip club, you saw Bishop looking from afar, his car being the last one in the parking lot. “I’m ready.” You said, catching his attention. All Bishop did was take your bag and offer his hand. Gladly you took it. Didn’t last long for him to move his hand to the small of your back, walking you to the passenger seat.
“Are you hungry?” He asked once he entered his side, quickly putting the car on drive and leaving the club. “I am.” “What do you want?” He asked again only to receive a shrug from you. “I’m yours right now, take me where you please.” You mumbled looking out the window feeling a little bit tired, not noticing how he glanced over to you.
Of course, he didn’t say it out loud, but Bishop knew deep in his heart, he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
i came across a snippet of this song on twitter and i instantly opened spotify to listen to it in its entirety. it's such a cool, fun, good pop song and it genuinely feels like happiness. i had known chxrry for a while before that but never had any real reason to check out her music. this song was just what i needed, she earned a new listener. i DEFINITELY will be seated for her album, u me & my ego, on may 29 and you should to !!
Why do I keep wanting what doesn't want me ?
Why do I love you hardly when you hardly see me ?
c'est peut être pas le sujet de la musique, mais ses mots résonnent de cette manière là pour moi. mes premiers "amours" ont toujours été à sens unique. comme si je continuais à poser mes yeux sur des âmes tournées vers d'autres. perdue dans un tourbillon d'illusion, de rêves et de déception.
mais j'ai aimé aimé. j'ai aimé imaginer me projeter dans un monde où mon cœur pouvait rencontrer le sien. je ne pense pas que c'était réellement de l'amour ? je ne sais pas honnêtement.
sans mentir, je pense que je l'oublierai jamais mais pas pour les sentiments ressentis. cet intérêt à sens unique a surtout été le moment où j'ai réalisé qui j'étais, et que je ne voulais plus jamais vouloir autant quelqu'un qui avait choisi de ne pas me voir. Au sens littéral et profond du terme.
je pense que les filles qui me ressemblent comprendront. pour tous ces yeux qui ont choisi de regarder ailleurs, parce que vous ne correspondiez pas à cet imaginaire que la société attend d'une "femme" je vous assure tout fini par s'aligner. Mais tout commence par l'amour de soi.
et même s'iel ne te voit pas, moi je te vois.
