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{Abbotts old vet friends go out to celebrate and drag him to a strip club not far from Philly. Completely unaware of the attempt of trying to fix him up with a certain stripper. But it's fate that brings them closer.}
Warnings: 18+! Probably ooc. Lap dance. Touchy reader. Mentions of his leg. Fluff more or less, no smut. Flirting. Age gap ofc.
Word count: long?
The Philadelphia Eagles had just won the 2025 super bowl! Everyone was ecstatic of course which called for a week, maybe month of the win becoming everyone's personality. Not Jack's though.
Not being much of a sports person except for tennis in highschool and occasionally on days off, it was just a normal week for him. He watched the game but only because his buddies were throwing a barbecue for it. And of course since they won it called for some sort of celebration.
And most of his friends, being unmarried or unfortunately widowed like himself, their idea of a celebration was going to a strip club. Jack was a little against joining but it's not like he had much going on to keep himself busy before going in for his double shift the next night. It didn't help that his friends practically dragged him out with them.
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Walking into the strip club was like walking into a different dimension for Jack. Of course he had been to a couple in his early twenties but that was years ago, it's not like he remembers it much. Being drunk probably didn't help.
The club was packed of course with men thinking they'd get lucky, and the ladies that were just trying to make a living. Most of it was pretty dark except for all of the lights aiming towards the stages, poles and the bar. Eagles decor scattered all around loosely but mainly by the bar and the entrance when walking in. And of course for whatever merch the drunk customers wore.
How the club was set up had a big stage front and center where each girl would take turns doing some sort of solo. Meaning most of the lights focused on it more compared to the smaller stages with poles. It was meant to catch your attention regardless of the girl, yet thanks to Jacks luck they came just in time to catch the rest of your performance.
And you definitely caught people's eyes.
You were definitely a Philly girl. If it wasn't for your somewhat thick Philly accent, then it was what you wore that night. You had a sparkly Kelly green corset on with the Eagles logo snack dap in the middle covered in gems. If he didn't know any better he'd think you got a size smaller just to make your tits look bigger in it. A matching thong that left little to the imagination and black thick heels. Glittery shined off your body when the light hit it just right, and wild green eyeshadow. Your hair was curled just how you liked it. It was clear you spent time and effort getting ready, it made the crowd ecstatic. And your way of working a crowd definitely didn't help how loud they were starting to get.
Jack and his buddies found a table not too far from the stage, but far enough it was hard to see them if you were on stage under the lights. His buddies were as rowdy as ever, if not more. Throwing money around, ordering drinks and trying to talk to the ladies walking around. Jack on the other hand, arms crossed and a grumpy looking expression, was trying his hardest not to watch you.
Looking away anytime he thought his friends looked over at him, or if you were facing his direction. You were just so flashy and happy compared to other girls that went up later. And he barely paid attention to any of the other girls who tried to get his attention. Only paying attention to the drink he was nursing. Shaking his head if they asked if he was upset or lonely. He felt it was disrespectful, and he just felt weird in general. These girls were what, 20? 30 years younger than him? Of course he thought they were gorgeous, but he was sure they had enough old man eyes on them already.
But to his luck you had just finished your set, waving and blowing kisses goodbye as you walked off and a worker collected whatever money was thrown on the stage for you. Letting out a sigh of relief and leaning back in the uncomfortable chair, thinking he couldn't finally relax. That didn't last though. Because here you came around the corner not even 10 minutes later. Same heels and thong but now the corset you had was replaced with a matching glittery bikini top.
He almost would've missed you if it wasn't for his friends whistling and calling you over. Sitting up and trying his best look anywhere else caught the attention of one of his buddies. Being drunk as a skunk he was somehow able to talk you into giving Jack a dance. Not a private one oh no. They didn't have the money for that, and even if they did they wanted to see everything.
Despite being against the idea he didn't have the heart to deny it, especially after you had smiled at him resting a hand on his shoulder and asking if he wanted it. After awkwardly nodding you had started dancing in front of him. Barely a foot away from where his legs rested.
After a moment his buddies started chanting for you to climb into his lap, and you did. Legs resting on either side of his, hovering just enough over his lap. His hands gripping the arm rests. You moved to the music, whether that was running hands over your body or his, moving close enough that his nose was barely touching your tits that spilled out of the small top. You could feel his breath on your skin stop every time you got closer.
Not even 5 minutes later Jack's friends lost interest when they remembered it wasn't them you were dancing on. And it didn't take long for you to notice, because you started moving slower. Looking down at him now, watching how he reacted to everything. Finally saying something.
"what's ya name babe?"
If it wasn't for the music getting quiet his old ears would have missed it. Glancing up to look you in the eyes for the first time, he cleared his throat and answered. Only saying his first name though. Jack saw how you looked back at his friends, your happy expression turning into a more serious one as you leaned in so he could hear you.
"want me to continue? Ya don't seem supa into it compared to your buddies."
Shocked by the question it almost didn't register in his brain. Instead of speaking all he did was shake his head in response. Watching as you smiled and nodded, you had stopped dancing and started to climb out of his lap. Resting a hand on his bad knee without realizing. It was only until he groaned in pain and you could just barely feel the metal of his prosthetic did you realize. It wasn't hard to put 2 and 2 together. Given his age and how often his friends loved to mention that they were vets..
"Shit 'm sorry Jackie babe, I'll getcha drink on me kay?"
Stumbling out of lap and rubbing his knee trying to sooth whatever pain you accidentally caused, you could barely take 3 steps away before he grabbed ahold of your hand. Almost immediately had he grabbed it he let go, not wanting you to think he was angry at you or something. Not that you were worried. There were always eyes on you.
The puppy dog eyes he gave you didn't match the gruff and dry voice that spoke up once you turned around.
"Stay."
That was 2 weeks ago.
He had thought by now you had forgotten all about him. He definitely didn't forget about you. But he was at work, so it was the last thing he needed on his mind tonight. Patient after patient coming in and out. The constant running around was starting to become impossible to ignore in his leg.
Jack finally found some down time to look over charts. That was until Chen, with his coffee, came up to him to present a case. "Doc, got a patient in 2 with a twisted ankle- possibly broken, wanted you're opinion on it before ordering an X-ray"
Sighing and not even bothering to look up and him he nodded, following him to the room. Walking in while putting on gloves he didn't bother looking up as he spoke. His usual confidence bursting out with every word. Given the injury and little detail he had assumed it was either some kid that wasn't careful and older patient that tripped. "Alrighty my name is Dr. Abbott, I'm the keeper of the nightcrawlers. Heard we got an ankle fracture, what happened her-"
Finally looking up to see who the patient was he froze. It was you. You were in his ED. All dressed up for work and everything. He should've guessed with the pungent smell of alcohol and cigarettes, but it didn't make sense. The club you worked at wasnt in the Pittsburgh zone. He would know.
You weren't alone though, you were accompanied by what looked to be either the boss or bouncer and another stripper. You looked up at him with what looked like relief and excitement. "Jackie! You work here? I knew ya were a doctor who woulda guessed it was here huh?"
Immediately looked back at Chen with a flushed face, he cleared his throat. Grabbing the wheelie chair to sit level with her ankle, your tall heel sitting next to it on the bed. "Uhm.. what.. happened here?" Before you could answer Chen chimed in. "Ms (first and last name) here was on stage when her heel gave out, twisting her ankle and causing her to fall. No other injuries other than a couple scrapes that were bandages before arrival." Oh he DEFINITELY noticed the change in Jack, but he kept it to himself. For now.
Jack whinced slightly when Chen spoke. He never asked for your name that night because he knew whatever you said wouldn't be genuine. Hearing it now felt way too intimate for his liking. That didn't stop him from repeating it in his head over and over though. Taking a deep breath as he poked around your ankle and watched for a reaction. When he spoke again it was quieter, directed more to you than to anyone else in the room.
"you uh.. thought you worked in the town over."
Not catching the sudden secrecy between the two of you, you spoke almost a little too loud. Being used to loud music blaring after all. "Oh well ya I still work down there. Sometimes I'll fill in for my girl on my days off ya know? That way she can still get paid, and I could neva say no I love performing!"
Grimacing at how loud you spoke and looking over at Chen through the corner of his eye, he sighed. Sitting up straight and looking back at you. The glitter now on his gloves didn't go unnoticed. "Your ankle seems fine.. Ms. (Last name).. but just to be safe we'll order an X-ray to rule out a broken bone. Regardless try not to wear such tall heels, or heels at all for that matter for 'bout two weeks or so." Looking back at Chen to nod so he'd put the order in. "I or Dr. Chen here can write a doctor's note for your boss, you probably shouldn't dance on it either."
Looking back at you he saw the small pout you gave him. Pulling your other leg up to your chest. He couldn't help but notice how tight your top was this time. It made him feel like such a perv, you were a patient for christ sakes. Quickly getting up to leave without saying anything else he could only nod when he heard the "thank you Jackie" that came from you behind him.
Stopping at the nurses station to busy himself and try to ignore the fact that you were just in the other room, Chen wasn't far behind. Passing by Jack as he sipped his coffee, not able to hide the questioning expression he threw his way. "Drop it."
And with that Chen walked off, in hopes he'd run into Ellis before seeing another patient.
It didn't take long for the sudden discovery of Doctor Jack Abbott apparently in the strip club scene to make its way to day shift. Bets and questions were thrown around all week. Just how long has he known you? Is he a frequent customer? Did he pay well? All questions Robby would relay to Jack after being bombarded by Santos or Princess all shift. Well Robby had his own questions, like why Jack never invited him. The betrayal!
Apologies if this feels rushed.. might be shit for my first non smut fic but oh well. Thought Taylor Swift was appropriate since she's from PA, could've also used Sabrina but I'm not a daily listener to either so..
Also wasn't really sure on how to write a Philly accent 😭
Please leave any feedback! It'll def be appreciated. Go birds!!
My birthday is coming up and everyone keeps asking what I wanna do but I can’t just say I wanna take gummies and get folded over a bed spread and fucked into next week so I say I don’t know.
Dom!Dennis x Fem!Reader hook up occasionally without the others knowing. Which is strange because Dennis never sleeps with the same girl twice..
•This is my first post on here in general so lemme know if there's anything I should do diff. Also I'm only on s2 so sorry if Dennis is ooc. Might be pretty long..
{CW}- 18+! MDNI Clothed sex. Reader can be pretty straightforward. Pretty much porn with a slight plot. Mentions of his stash of non consented sex tapes. Lwk toxic. Creampie. Strip clubs. Drinking/smoking(?). Public/Semi public. Slow burn? Unprotected PIV. Mentions of blowjob. Maybe use of pet names. No foreplay. Degrading. Hair pulling. Slight choking/biting. Teasing/edging. Implied sex.
Maybe part 1?
Not proof read since this was done at 2 am.
You were a promoter/recruiter for clubs all around Philly. More specifically strip clubs. Meaning you were always out at night, dressed like you were ready to party. Trying to get drunk men to visit one of these clubs or girls looking for a job. Now you never stayed inside the clubs long enough to mingle with the customers or anything, but since you of course knew the owners and some workers you'd hear stories. Stories of a group of guys coming around every so often just to hookup, or rich assholes just throwing money around. Stuff to make you glad that we're on the other side of those doors.
One night while you were lingering outside one of your slower business clubs, smoking a cigarette you bummed off of one of the bouncers, you noticed someone. A tall skinny grungy blonde girl. She looked a little older than you but that wouldn't be a problem. And it didn't seem like she had such a high paying job so it wouldn't hurt to try to recruit her.
Well despite your efforts of trying to persuade her, the two of you ended up becoming friends. Learning she went by Sweet Dee? She said she worked at a bar her brother and his stupid friends owned so where's the harm in turning down a cool new friend and the possibility of free drinks?
That was months ago.
By now you've met the gang, sometimes even getting involved with their shenanigans. But for the most part you just lounge around the bar to drink before getting to work. And it'd be inevitable not to say that Dennis and Mac(even Frank on occasion) have tried to trick their way into your pants. Or even just hook em up with some girl at one of the clubs. How could they not when you always wore some sort of short skirt or tight shorts, that went with whatever tight top you had on. But every time they tried you always turned them down.
That was until one of your nights off. Not having to go out meant you were free to get as drunk as possible. Except tonight you didn't.
It was just Dennis and Sweet Dee working the bar tonight, Dennis on the counter and Dee walking drinks and food out to people. Occasionally she'd come and keep you company but for the most part, you sat in a booth nursing your drink as you looked around the bar. Here and there you'd glance over towards the counter, watching Dennis work. And half of those times you'd catch him looking your way, and seeing how each time you caught him his eyes shot off somewhere else.
Eventually closing time rolls around and the last drunk finally stumbles out. Dee locking the door behind him, Dennis cleaning the counter and you now leaning against the counter. Moving around the melted ice in your cup with the small straw it came with.
Nobody says anything until Dee starts grabbing her things. "I'm gonna head out, you good to close Den?" Looking over at her brother who only nodded in response. Then looking towards you, "Will you get home ok?" You hummed in response and let the straw go from between your teeth. Not noticing the intense look from Dennis as he intently watched. "Mhm, I'm not far or that drunk so I'm good." Dee nodded in response and left saying goodnight to both of you.
Now it was just the two of you. In comfortable silence as Dennis slowly wiped the same spot on the counter over and over, stealing glances at your manicured finger that ran across the rim of your empty glass. It wasn't a secret that you were high maintenance. Your job pretty much called for it. It wasn't long before he broke the silence, walking over to where you were leaning against the counter. Pretending to still be wiping it down.
"You're off tonight, you didn't want more to drink?" Looking up at him through your lashes, wearing a small smile. "Didn't wanna blame any bad decisions on the alcohol." He looked at you confused. I mean he had been watching you all night, and as far as he was aware you hadn't done anything except look like sex itself. "Bad decisions? You just sat there all night, what do you mean?" Sighing as you pushed off the counter, you made your way behind the bar. Getting close enough to stand in front of him, you brought a hand to his that still held the towel and ran a finger up and down his arm.
"I wanna have sex with you Dennis." It was almost whispered as if you were worried someone was still in the bar. Not that you would have cared. But it didn't take long for him to react. Already hangrly kissing you, his left hand snaked to the back of your head. Gripping your hair to tilt your head so he could kiss you better. His right hand gripped at your bare waist that the shirt you wore didn't cover. Pushing you into the counter as he groaned against your lips. While your right hand rested behind you on the counter to hold yourself up, your left gripped at his shirt near his shoulder. Hiking a leg up to wrap around his waist. Your skirt rising in doing so.
"Fuck.." Moaning against your lips as your hips connected. He could feel how wet you were through his jeans, and it wasn't hard for you to feel just how hard he was. His grip in your hair tightened as he tilted your head back, letting him have easy access to kiss down your neck. Making you gasp as Dennis pulled your underwear down to sit at your heels. As soon as he felt one of your hands travel down to try and undo the buttons on his jean, he twirled you around and pressed you down against the counter. Holding you down by the shoulder as his free hand was quickly freeing his cock that had been throbbing all night, just at the thought of doing this with you. And now he finally was.
The bar was filled with groans and gasps from the both of you as he lined himself up. Not caring if he would fit or not. "Fuck Dennis..!" Grinning from your reaction, his hand on your shoulder made way to your neck. Pulling you up so his chest was pressed against your back as he started thrusting into you. Gripping the counter to keep yourself up. "Yk.. for a slut you're pretty tight. Mmh?"
Gasping every so often whenever he tightened his grip on your neck, his own sounds of pleasure filled your ear whenever he wasn't biting down on your neck or earlobe. It wasn't long before both of you were reaching your climax. "Shit baby.. I'm gonna cum.. gonna cum inside you yea? You'd like that right?" Looking at you as if he expected an answer other than your small gasps for air. Wearing a condescending grin, "Fuck, of course you would." And with that his thrusts got quicker, sloppier. You both came with a breathless gasp. Dennis started to slow down as he kept fucking his cum into you. Resting his sweaty forehead against your shoulder and letting go of your neck.
To his surprise this became a regular thing. Whether it was in the bars bathroom or back office. But for the most part it was mainly at his apartment. Late at night, or even during the day. If you were in the mood for a quick fuck you'd just show up to his place. Or if it was him, he'd text you to come over and you'd be there. And it shocked him. Not once had he ever slept with a girl more than once.
Which is why he'd record his sexual encounters. Plus he was not about to admit that to the others, and he was glad to see that you didn't seem to ever think about mentioning it. Who knows what the others, especially Dee would say. But it didn't take long for you to find out about his tapes thanks to a drunken Charlie, yet Dennis didn't know that you knew.
It wasn't until the 4th or so time you spent the night at his place that he realized it was always at his apartment. He had only noticed when you, once again, had woken up before him. Slipping one of his old tee shirts he had laying around over the bra he ripped off of you last night and whatever skirt or jeans you were wearing the night before. Stuffing what he thought was just your own shirt into your purse, before leaving without even a glance in his direction.
It was different. Normally he'd wake up before whoever he was with and leave without a sound. Hoping they'd just leave his place and never come back. Yet it was the other way around with you. And you always came back.
What made things worse though, there would be some nights where he'd text or call you to come over. And instead of agreeing he'd be hit with, "Sorry Denny baby I've got a date tonight. Maybe tomorrow." Or his least favorite was when you'd pick up in the middle of whoever it was you were doing. He could hear the asshole groaning under you, telling you to hang up. Though it kind of made him feel better, because you had never done that to him. No matter how many times your phone would ring, he made sure you were too tied up to even think about answering.
But it wasn't like he wasn't out there fucking other girls. He would keep telling himself there was no reason for him to get upset. But it bothered him so much that he didn't even realize he had stopped his recordings. It had been weeks since he had even opened that drawer. Weeks since he had last looked through them, he probably wouldn't even notice if some of them had gone missing.
