Description: You work at a strip club called “Angels and Devils” however not as a stripper you just manage the girls and makes sure everything runs smoothly. Gator and his fellow officers like to visit regularly and is constantly asking you to put on a show for him despite knowing that’s not your thing. But will you give in?
Overall Warnings: 18+, Smut, Dirty talk, slapping, bad language, use of names like “whore” and “slut”, light choking, Gator is toxic asf.
A/N: Hiya! I wanted to try writing a one shot and I had this idea in my head for a bit and just had the itch to get it out there. (Also just to make clear I’m not trying to say that the character is based off Emma from baby it’s just a picture I thought fitted the banner).
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Tuesday 6th of January, 11:14pm:
You were sitting in one of the booths at the back corner of the strip club hunched over on your laptop trying to sort out finances for the boss.
5 years you’ve been working here and you still get handed all the shitty jobs nobody else is bothered to do while they happily take all the credit and whatever benefits come with it.
The main thing you do however is look after the girls here and make sure they are being treated with respect and that they leave those doors with decent money.
It was a slow Tuesday evening which was no surprise nobody really comes to a strip club during the week. The air was reeking of cigars and beer, you were that busy typing away trying to get this done on time that you were unaware of the presence standing just a couple of feet away from you.
You hear someone cough and you look up to be met with a smug grin and beady dark eyes that belonged to none other than
You sigh, but weren’t all that surprised as he and his boys have started to become regulars here almost like they were invading the place.
“Hi Deputy, can I help you?” you put on a sickly sweet voice. It was better to just entertain him for a bit so that he can leave you alone once he gets bored.
He places his hands firmly on his hips and looks around the club before landing back on you.
“Not seeing much on stage tonight, ya know? Feeling extremely disappointed”. He then proceeds to fake pout.
You stifle a laugh that’s threatening to escape, “oh I am sorry about that we just like to keep our special girls for busier nights”
“Mind if I sit down?” He gestures his head to the empty spot across from you.
“Of course not deputy, have a seat”.
Gator gladly accepts the invitation sitting down and instantly manspreading while doing so. He then whips out a vape and the smell of watermelon is wafted in your direction.
He takes a couple more puffs before speaking “what’s it gonna take huh, darling. For ya to get up on that stage?”
You take a deep breath. You and him have had this conversation approximately 10 times now as he has been saying it ever since he started showing up a couple of months ago and your answer has never changed.
“You already know the answer to that Gator” you say calmly.
He raises his eyebrow and tilts his head to the side
“Gator? What happened to deputy?”
Any tiny inkling of power this man could grab, he would take. Same as his father Roy Tillman.
You try your hardest to not make a sarcastic comment instead you bite the inside of your cheek and grit out. “Right sorry Deputy, but as you know I’m not a stripper. I don’t belong on that stage.”
Gator huffs out a laugh like you just said the funniest thing ever.
“Not built for that stage?” His voice portraying disbelief “trust me Y/N, you were made for that stage”. He leans back now silently taking you in.
“I don’t feel comfortable going up there especially in front of a crowd”
Not to mention the fact most of the people who came in here were old, creepy and the thought of them seeing you in such a naked light made your stomach turn with disgust.
He leans forward while taking a puff of his vape and stares at you squarely and intently.
“How about a private lap dance then darling?”
You were done playing nice for the day, it didn’t matter what you said this boy was not giving up.
“Look gat- Deputy you either spend the cash or leave. And sitting here at my booth isn’t exactly flowing the money so?”
Gator has a playful smile on his face but he doesn’t bother with a cheeky comment instead he gets up and tips his hat at you.
“I think I’ll be on my way” he takes another look around “as I said earlier the entertainment ain’t here ya know?”.
Without another word he turns and walks off. You quickly shake off that whole interaction and go back to slaving away at the laptop.
Saturday 10th of January, 1:02am:
The strip club was bouncing with people to the point were you had to sit at the bar with your laptop, again being given another shitty and boring task that needed to be done by 10am.
You were nursing a gin and tonic which at this stage was definitely needed. You had just put the glass down ready to type when the sound of heavy boots started making its way to your direction.
You swivel around to see Gator and all his buddies, they head to order a drink while Gator stands in front of you that same old smug look on his face.
“Well if it ain’t my favourite stripper” he winks at you and you scrunch your face up.
“I’m not a stripper, how many times do I have to tell you that?”
He chuckles “I’m just kidding darling, fetch me a beer would ya?”
You deadpan him. Did he really just ask you to do that when you’re clearing not working the bar.
“Oh you’ll have to ask the bartender, I’m kinda busy right now” you gesture to your laptop.
Gator crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t feel like waiting and I’m sure ya can spare the 30 seconds” he cocks his head to the side “no?”
You gotta admit the look he was giving you was kind of intimating. Gator did have a reputation for being an asshole and yeah at times he was annoying but not like this.
You sigh and get up deciding it’s really not worth the fight. You come back with the beer and you find him in your seat having a nosy on your computer.
You slam it shut and ask irritably “can I help you, deputy?”
He stands up and takes the beer from you “that’ll be all darling, thanks”.
He walks away and goes to his colleagues, surprisingly he doesn’t bother you the rest of the night.
Thursday 13th of January, 8:15pm:
You were sat at a table in front of the stage watching one of the girls perform. She was new and your task was to was to assess how well she was doing and what kind of attraction she was bringing to the club.
When she was finished she jumps off stage and comes over to you.
“Well how did I do?” She asks but before you can even respond a rough voice beats you to it.
“Hmmm it was satisfactory doll but your ass shaking could use some work”
Your head whips round so fast you nearly get whiplash, of course it was gator waltzing over here like he owns the place.
You hold your hand up “sorry about him Stacey, why don’t you head on back and I’ll catch up with you later?”
She nods her head and walks off while you turn to face Gator.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He looks at you like you just asked the most stupidest question ever.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m telling her what she needs de improve on, I mean I’m the costumer after all. It’s my opinion that counts” the arrogance is radiating off his body and all you wanna do is punch him.
You cross your arms over your chest and give him a stern look “please refrain from doing that again i believe she was asking me”.
He holds his hands up in mock surrender “alright darling whatever ya say”
You roll your eyes and walk over to the bar deciding to pour yourself a gin and tonic.
Gator follows you and his eyes widen in surprise “is it normal for ya to drink on every shift?”
You huff out a laugh “just look at where I work. Doesn’t really matter does it?”
You look at him confused “admit what?”
He comes right up to you and whispers in your ear that sends a shiver down your spine “that you belong on that stage. That you’re actually a bit of a whore”.
You jump back like he was on fire and your heart is beating so fast. How dare he say that.
“Did you really just say that Deputy?”
He steps back from you and looks you and up and down. You spot the hunger and lust in his eyes and you were the prize he so desperately wants.
“Just saying it like it is Y/N. Ya wanna deny me so bad but it won’t be that way for much longer”
You point towards the door “I think it’s time for you to go”
A small smile finds its way on his lips “as you wish” he leaves and you find yourself sinking down that gin and tonic.
Monday 19th of January, 2:00pm:
You were helping one of the girls decide what she should wear on stage tonight when the door of the dressing room bursts open.
The girl screams fiddling with her robe to cover herself up and you look at the source of the commotion to find Gator Tillman. Why has he been even more annoying than usual lately?
“Sorry ladies but I got word that drugs might be taking place here so I gotta do my checks”. Gator says smoothly and starts to walk around lifting things up as to inspect them.
“You’ve got to be kidding me”
He gives you a look and keeps on poking around “no funny business here, just doing ma job.” He then looks to the girl “aww maybe ya wanna go get dressed?”
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she grabs a pile of clothes sitting nearby and heads to the bathroom for some privacy.
You grit your teeth trying your hardest not to scream. I mean seriously who does he think he is? It’s becoming ridiculous this power trip he has.
“There’s no way you care about this ‘drug bust’. It’s bullshit and you know it”
He drops whatever it is he was holding and offers you a smile “you’re right. It’s fake I just want to see ya. Club doesn’t open for another few hours. Didn’t wanna wait to see that beautiful face”.
You throw your hands up in frustration “you need to stop okay? I don’t want anything to do with you!especially giving you a lap dance”
He frowns and in a mocking tone says “come on don’t say that, you’re gonna hurt my feelings darling”
“Wow someone’s got an attitude on them” he steps dangerously close to you “too bad I can’t fuck it outta ya”
Your breath catch’s in your throat. Had he just said that?
“Can you go please?” You say quietly not even sure if you had actually even said the words.
Gator looks at you with wild eyes and it’s like you can see the idea form in his head.
“I’ll leave…on one condition”
“Which is?” You ask starting to feel uneasy.
“Ya gotta give me a kiss” you go to protest however he cuts you off instantly. “If you don’t feel anything I’ll leave ya alone if you do well…”
You think for a moment but it looks like either way he will be getting that kiss so you agree.
He grabs the back of your neck and slams his lips against yours. It’s wet and sloppy with his tongue overpowering yours fighting for dominance.
The kiss is rough but passionate and you feel a fire flare in your belly that’s when you realised. Shit..you actually enjoy this kiss.
He breaks apart from you gasping for air. And he then looks deep into your eyes “so?” He questions.
You can’t seem to find the right words as you are totally and utterly speechless.
“I- umm…well” at that the biggest smirk you’ve ever seen has just spread across Gators face.
“Well looks like I’ll be getting that lap dance after all”.
Friday 23rd of January, 9:23pm:
It was your day off, yet here you sit at the strip club in a booth with your gin and tonic and that damn laptop. You were called in for an ‘emergency’ and asked to work you knew better than to piss the boss off so you obliged.
It was your fourth drink at this point and your eyes fell to the girl on stage. You were watching as she danced on the pole seductively and you also couldn’t help but notice her eyes were trained on someone in the crowd.
Being nosy you had a peek to see who it was and you couldn’t help but notice how your heart skipped a beat when you realised it was Gator she was looking at.
You didn’t even notice he came in but you also felt a pang in your chest at the way he didn’t even bother to speak to you especially after youse had that kiss a few days ago.
Gator is watching the girl on stage like a hawk and you can practically see the lust bouncing off his eyes. You don’t why maybe it was the four gin and tonics in your system but you march over to him and yank him by the arm to one of the private rooms and lock the door.
His eyes are wide with surprise “wow darling what’s wrong?”
You start to pace around the room feeling slightly regretful at your sudden outburst. There was no running from this now.
With a sigh of defeat you embarrassingly admit to him “I got jealous ok? Of the way you were looking at that girl on stage”.
He eyes you up and down suspiciously but he takes a few steps backwards and lands on the velvet couch.
“Oh really? Well then prove it” looking at you with that cocky Gator grin on his face.
You suddenly become a bit shy and your head is buzzing “how?”
“Ya know what I’ve always wanted from ya Y/N. A lap dance. Simple.” He shrugs his shoulders.
You walk over to him slowly, the whole time his eyes never leaves yours. Before you can straddle him he pushes you back a little and you stare at him confused.
“Well come on darling ya have to strip first” he said it a duh voice and you nodded taking your clothes off leaving you in just your bra and panties.
Gator licks his lips “that’s better, god I’ve been dying to see what ya have been hiding underneath”
You straddle him now and take his hands, placing them firmly on your boobs. He squeezes them through the bra and in one swipe motion he has it unbuckled and it falls to the floor.
He grips onto them again this time also twisting your nipples making you jump.
You begin to attack his neck pressing small kisses all over and it gets a moan out of him. You then lick from the bottom of his neck right up to beside his ear and whisper
“Maybe I am a stripper after all”
It was the drink talking but in that moment in time you did not care all you wanted was to please Gator.
He growls in response and slaps your ass. At this you begin to grind on him slowly with your hands wrapped around behind his neck.
Gator rolls his head back and is clearly enjoying himself “my god what’s gotten into ya, huh?”
You smirk and connect your lips with his. It’s rough and your tongues clash together, the room being filled with wet and sloppy noises.
He pulls back and with a stern voice says “lay down, I’m not leaving this room without fucking ya Y/N”
You happily lay on your back.
He pulls your panties off and with a smirk he pockets them, you clearly are not getting them back. He then strips down himself and his length springs out. You always thought he was big but my god not that big.
Gator takes in the sight beneath him, all these months of yearning and here it finally is.
You were abit taken aback by this you always assumed he just didn’t care and was a raw dog it type of guy.
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill” you smile at him.
He wasted no time after hearing that and pushes himself inside you. Your walls clench around him as if his cock was made just for you.
“That’s it darling let me in” he coos.
He pushes himself in deeper trying to feel as much of you as he can. The feel of him pulsing inside you makes you weak at the knees, you never knew it would feel this good.
“Gator, fuck you’re so big” you choke out. He smirks at this and looks proud. To him that was the biggest compliment.
He starts to pump in and out, keep a nice steady rhythm that seems to hit the right spot every time he enters.
“See I always knew you were such a slut” he grunts out, you can see sweat start to form on his forehead. You take enjoyment seeing him pound in and out of you.
You can’t help but whimper at his words, you feel lightheaded but you’re loving the feeling he’s giving you.
You look at him like a deer in headlights and next thing you know there’s a sting on the side of your face. He slapped you. Not too hard but enough to wake you from the trance you were just in.
Gator cocks an eyebrow at you “go on darling say you’re a slut” his pounds are going faster and harder and his hand slips around your neck giving it a weak squeeze.
“I’m a slut” you whine out “such a slut for you gator”.
He is going crazy now, slamming in and out of you hitting your g spot and you’re both moaning messes.
He slows down a bit as he reaches his high, still giving a few more thrusts so that you can finish too and you do.
He collapses on top of you, panting and out of breath. Neither of you expecting that to happen today.
Gator gets up and is pulling his clothes back on, he throws your stuff over to you at the same time.
“I must say that was fun darling, must do that again soon” he flashes a smile.
It hits you in that moment what has just occurred and suddenly you feel a bit sick to your stomach.
You shake your head and in a low voice you say “this cannot happen again. That was just a one time thing”
He walks over to you and grabs your chin forcing you to look into his eyes.
“We both know that’s bullshit. Don’t try and hide from it now Y/N unless you don’t mind me fucking around with the other whores?”
Your face drops at those words and that jealousy feeling begins to rumble in your stomach again.
He stands up straight and grabs his cap “that’s what I thought” and with that he leaves.
You sit there and think ‘what the fuck have I gotten myself into’.
