New fanfiction! Stripper reader meets commands ren and is horny basically it’s spicy big nsfw warning!
Antifreeze with glitter in it
Living on a shithole like Kajimi has very few perks. It’s cold,dirty, always swarming with imperials and there’s only two job options for women: spice runner or stripper.
I chose stripper in a moment of drunken overconfidence.
In the beginning i was terrible alway nervous messing up my routines and tripping over my too high heels. But after years of practice I can make any man who visits me for a lap dance jiz his jeans in 5 minuets or less. An achievement I’m very proud of. The club I work at is a seedy little place with too many flickering neon lights outside.
Inside the club the lights are dim and tinted pink. The walls are painted black and the seats are all worn red leather. There’s a stage in the middle where I dance on the shiny chrome pole and a bar at the back where I get shitface drunk on slow nights. Behind the stage there’s a few private booths with individual poles where the better paying customers can go to get special treatment.
My night started like any other. I shower and put on my makeup. I wiggle into my scanty black outfit and strap on my favourite platforms then wrap myself in a big fuzzy fur coat. Throwing my bag over my shoulder I step out into the freezing night air. I make my way down the rickety metal stairs from my room above the club to the side door. The night carried on like any other, patrons cheered me as I finished my routine and I scoop up the credits that had been tossed at my feet and tuck them safely into my bra. Another girl I think her name is Mara takes the stage as the sultry music continues.
My boss is a slimy little green man with big bug eyes and a creepy amount of teeth. He always gets too handsy and won’t answer to anything other than “master” I approach him to be assigned a task until my next set “oh master what will you have me do tonight” i say in a mocking sweet tone. “Go work the floor honey, sit in some laps” I roll my eyes and mutter a bitter “yes master” as I saunter over to the booths. I hate working the floor it just means getting groped and slobbered on all night. I made my rounds giving lap dances and chatting with the seedy creepy customers that always frequent this place.
A little while later as a weasely ginger haired first order officer paws at my chest the door to the club swings open with a dramatic bang and a dark cloaked figure sweeps into the room. All chatter among the guests ceases and an uneasy tension spreads through the room. The man on who’s lap I’m currently sitting mutters a string of cursed as the masked man surveils the room. As soon as he catches sight of the ginger man he strides over to stand over him, barely contained rage seeping from him.
“I’ve been looking for you for over an hour general, care to explain what you are doing in this filthy establishment” the masked man spits in a mechanical modulated voice. The general straightens and replies indignantly “what I do with my personal time doesn’t concern you, ren”
shit. It clicks all of a sudden in my head that the masked man is the interstellar lunatic kylo ren known for his love of chopping people into smouldering chunks with a plasma sword. I discreetly try to slide off of general whatshisfaces lap as the two men bicker about break hours and shift rotations.
“Where do you think your going I paid for an hour” the general snaps wrapping his arm around my waist and hoisting me back onto the bulge in his trousers.” I don’t care how many credits you gave this whore hux your presence is required by the supreme leader” The masked man barks and the ginger general stiffens. He shoves me off his lap and walks toward the door grumbling to himself. The masked man lingers for a few seconds I feel his eyes rake over my exposed form before he seems to catch himself and stride out after the general.
The rest of the night was normal and as the sun started to peek over the mountains surrounding the little town, I shuffle back to my room tired to my bones and fall face first into my cosy blankets and drift into a deep sleep. I sleep all day, my blankets shielding me from the bitter cold outside them.
The next night begins as normal. Same cold decent to the seedy club and the same familiar faces all waving credits at me begging for my attention. About halfway through the night the clubs door opens letting a gust of freezing air in making me shiver.
The black cloaked man from the night before slinks into the pink tinted light. He strides to an empty booth, a strange angry energy rolling off of him. His helmet turns around seeming to scan the room before he spots me. He points and makes a “come here” motion with a black gloves finger.
Standing from the lap Im currently sitting in i saunter over to the grumpy dark lords booth, taking my sweet time making sure he can take in the scanty outfit I have barely covering my body. It’s a black lace bodysuit and long black stockings with my favourite big glass platforms. I added a pair of opera length latex gloves to complete the look, I get the feeling this guy likes it kinky.
I slowly lower myself into his muscular thigh and lean against him making sure he saw a generous amount of cleavage. I hear his breath come ragged through the modulator in his helmet as his huge leather clad hands explore. One on my squishy thigh the other snaking round my waist to shift me into the growing tent in his leather pants.
“You know from the way you looked me up and down yesterday, I knew you’d be back” I say with a cheeky smirk.
The masked man ignores me and continues to run his hands over my thighs and grab my ass Rude
“You know, you gotta pay to play” I say leaning back away from him
“You’ll get paid just shut up” he rumbles.
Oh that was super rude but this guy could definitely snap me in half so I hold my tongue, opting to pout instead. “So you’re the infamous kylo ren? You’re not as scary as I thought you’d be” I say in my low sexy purr leaning forward so my breasts press against his chest. He gives my ass a little swat and let’s out a satisfied hum as I make a little gasping sound.
His big hands cease roaming he leans close and growls “get up and dance slut” rude again also scary but for some unhinged reason. Hot as all fuck.
I rise from his lap and saunter to the pole in front of his booth. I move to the slow beat of the dance track on the club’s PA. he says nothing just observing as my body winds around the pole.
I dance for about 10 minutes before crossing the floor to sit next to him
“ I didn’t tell you to stop” he says in his gruff metal voice.
“Show me some credits and maybe you’ll get to see some more” I say trying to sound unbothered by his intimidation. An audible sigh Emanates from his mask and he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a stack of credits. Enough to pay my rent 4 times over. “This enough to shut you up” he taunts
I nod stuffing the credit notes in my cleavage then doing a little zip motion across my mouth.
He pats his thick thigh and grumbles “here”
I clamber as gracefully as I can into his lap and he resumes his exploration of my body. Hands squeezing my ass and tits After a minute he leans toward me, his big hand wrapping around my throat gently squeezing and murmurs “such a pretty thing, seems an awful waste you dancing for sweaty old men every night”
His arm wraps around my waist Almost possessively “maybe it is a waste but I’d rather dance for old men than be on the street” I say trying desperately to concede how turned on I am. He leans back and ponders this for a minute silently. One Hand on my hip the other on my throat, enjoying the feel of my thick thighs in his lap.
“I have a proposal for you” he rumbles
“Oh what kind” I ask with feigned interest as I shift in his lap feeling him hard underneath me.
“How about you come work for me hmm?” At this i begin to actually listen a little harder “ work for you how?”
“You come live on my starship, entertain me and keep me company. In return I’ll make sure all you’re needs are taken care of.”
His sudden blunt offer takes me aback. Many patrons have told me they’d like to take me away from here but never before have I actually believed they’d do so.
Something about the intensity of his tone tells me this offer is dead serious.
Unsure what to say I just sit dumbly in his lap as his big hand squishes my ass.
All of him is big. He’s tall and imposing, his hands are giant and from what I can feel underneath me everything is in proportion.
“Well?” His deep voice cuts off my horny thoughts and I blurt out “I’ll do it”
“Good. Go upstairs pack your things I’ll be back in an hour to get you.”
He lifts me off his lap like I weigh nothing and deposits me unceremoniously into the tatty leather of the private booth. H pauses, His hand comes to the side of my face and his leather clad thumb slides across my lower lip. He lets out a little satisfied hum and without another word strides out of the club in a flurry of thick black fabric. I sit for a few seconds still processing what just happened then the voice of the club owner pulls me back to reality. “hey you’re client is gone get on to the next one girly” I stand face him and say in a voice too confident to be my own “master, this club is a shithole, you are a creep and I fucking quit.”
I turn on my heel and stride out the door with the same dramatic flare as kylo ren himself.
Back in my apartment I grab my 1 tatty duffel bag and start shoving things inside. He wants me to entertain right? So I’ll need outfits and shoes and makeup and I can’t leave my favourite stuffed animal behind. By the time my hour is up I have most of my things stuffed haphazardly into the bag that will not close. I battle with the zip a long string of curses falling from my still red stained lips.
A loud knock at the door makes me jump. I open it to see two troopers in black armour. “We are here by order of commander ren to collect you miss” I grab the overstuffed duffel bag and follow the troopers through the snowy streets. The walk is a nightmare as I handnt thought to change out of my massive platform heels from work. It’s a miracle I didn’t slip and break my neck on kajimi’s icy streets.
The troopers lead me to a sleek looking black shuttle and I’m directed to a seat. There’s nobody else in the shuttle other than the two trooper who have retreated to the cockpit so I’m left alone to ponder my life choices.
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