Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Severen Van Sickle, Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, Foxy Coltrane
Bo Sinclair:
- "What in the goddamn hell?!-" He drew out after jolting under the hood of a car. He was bent over, his double cheeked up on a Tuesday ass on full display; how could you not? I hope you got one hell of a good smack too. He deserves it. Use one of the fanbelts on the wall. Make it count cause he's not gonna let you do that often without him getting payback. (Oh, but he smacks yours constantly and that's fine)
- If he hit his head on the hood so help you God you need to run and hide for awhile cause he's gonna rage.
- After the shock wears off that someone just smacked his ass... He gets a smirk on his lips and forgets whatever he's working on. "Oh, ya wanna play, do ya? C'mere." You just gave him incentive to hold you down and let his inner perverted sadist out on your ass. You ain't gonna sit right for the rest of the day. I hope you evade him or it turns to a sex thing...Yeah, it'll be a sex thing.
Vincent Sinclair
- He was so busy sculpting and had his Classical Music on high. You tried to get his attention and when that didn't work you swatted him on the butt. He jumped a foot in the air and you had to duck when he almost accidentally took your head off with whatever tool he was using. You startled the hell out of him!
- He's blushing under his mask but gives you a confused look...He's not mad he's just...Curious why you did that.
- He doesn't get revenge right away. Instead, he'll wait till your busy one day and do it back to you just to see your reaction and if it's a playful one then he's kind of happy about it. Not use to this type of dynamic with anyone
Lester Sinclair
- He was loading or unloading a carcass in the bed of his truck and it had been a boring day so you couldn't help it when you smacked him.
- He let's out the funniest noise, blushing like crazy clutching his rear and asks: "Youch! What was that for?"
- If you let him know it was you being flirty or cheeky; he's just standing there smiling a goofy smile and has an extra pip in his step while he works. He probably won't get revenge (At least not right away) but he will be tickled pink that you liked his ass enough to smack it.
Billy Loomis
- He gets so damn serious and overdramatic with certain things that when he was rummaging for something and irritated he couldn't find it; you decided to make him shut up in the best way you knew how.
- *SMACK* He flinched, his back stiffened and a glare instantly crept onto his face. "...You are so dead."
- You better run. He gets this shit enough from Stu, now you? He secretly enjoys it but he's a lil edgelord that can't let you know that.
- Que him chasing you around the house, jumping over and tripping over furniture to either smack your ass ten times harder or punch you in the arm or hold you down and tickle you till you can't breathe.
Stu Macher
- He is CONSTANTLY smacking your ass. CONSTANTLY. You walk sideways and backwards around him! So when he's sitting on his bed in a weird way on his stomach or something with his ass up? Hell yes you're getting him!
- He either releases a genuine gasp because you took him by surprise or the fakest turned 'aauuugh!' moan to be a smart ass cause he knew what you were gonna do (He liked it. He wanted it. He's a whore like that.)
- He giggled and gave you a sadistic smile. "Oh, that ass is mine!" and the chase is on.
- If he catches you; he is holding you down and goosing and feeling you up just as much as smacking you. He is a giant perv and holding you down while squeezing and spanking your ass is definitely on his cumbucket list im js
- Unlike Billy who knows when enough is enough; Stu does not. Just warning that if he catches you he's turning it into something very fucking horny. He is feeling you up one way or another.
Severen Van Sickle
- He was almost always playful and he would just give you a pat on the ass out of excitement on the regular not even thinking about it. So when you finally returned the favor his whole body stiffened a bit and a smirk formed on his face.
- "Oh?...Ya like what ya see, babydoll?" He'd tease you. Not getting revenge but not letting you run away either. He'd fold his arms in that leather jacket and smirk down at you with a twinkle to his blue eyes. Getting closer, cornering you into the wall with one hand bracing it as he leaned over you.
- "Wanna try that again?" He asked. Hell you weren't sure if it was a warning or genuine glee. Eitherway he wasn't mad he just loved seeing you get flustered.
- He definitely teased the hell out of you the rest of the night. Even telling his family and loving seeing you blush. He secretly wants you to do it again and purposely bends over near you not only to be a teasing ass but because it got him excited. He actually is curious if you have the balls to do it again because if you do that's just fun! He'll make it a big sexy flirty game from here on out...Definitely doing it more in private too.
Baby Firefly
- I would not...That's a level of sadistic crazy you cannot contain but if you did? It's 50/50 how she'd react. Most likely, she'd play it up after you spanked her while she was getting something.
- "The flying fuck was that for?!" She glared and when you get sheepish like she wanted then a grin would appear. "Hey...Are you flirtin' with me, honey? You wanna smack my ass again? C'mon. I know you like it." She will literally expose her ass for you and you aren't sure what to do because she LOVED to manipulate and play mind games to get you submissive with her so...Was this a trap?
- If you do smack her ass again, she's definitely going to make it a 'My turn!' and smack you twice as hard before whispering something sexy in your ear...May or may not lead to a game of ass slap where she's winning and you're running away from her because she hurts!
Otis B. Driftwood
- Grouchest Motherfucker to ever exist unless he really is in a good mood. When he was working on an 'art piece' and was ignoring you on purpose you took the chance of smacking his ass.
- He dropped his needle and thread and glared at you. "...Are you fuckin' serious right now? I ain't got time for this ya lil shit!"
- However. He's full of shit himself saying it because whether you get solemn, bratty, playful, annoyed. Does not matter. He's giving you a 10 seconds headstart and telling you "Run lil rabbit run." With a smirk. Especially as he gets older. Prison made him appreciate the little things including having an S/O that wanted to get frisky.
- Once he catches you, and he will in time, he puts you over his knee whether you're at. Outside in the barn, in the woods, in the damn living room in front of everyone. Does not matter. He will give your ass a few swats from his hand till your squirming while taunting you "Ain't this fun? Ain't this what you wanted?" all before doing it a few more times. He ain't done till your teary eyed and squirming and your ass is blood red. Then he's dipping his hand down. Rubbing soothing circles while whispering naughty praise in your ear. "That's a good lil girl/boy/bunny for me...How about we take this back to my room and you can show Daddy how much ya want his attention?"
Winslow Foxworth 'Foxy' Coltrane
- He was a bit hungover. Groaning like the oldman he is and bent over to get another beer from the mini fridge in the room when you took a towel because you showered and you aren't nasty like him and Otis and just...Rolled it up and smacked his ass.
- He yelped and jolted a bit before giving you the most unamused glare. "Really?...Really, you lil fuck- Ow!" You definitely smacked him again the second he got close enough. Something about that second smack has a smirk on his face. A husky chuckle escapinging him because you just made this a thing. "Ohohoo, you're fuckin' in trouble now. Come the fuck over here, asscakes. I think you could use a few lickin's yourself."
- He has good reflexes and a high tolerance for pain so he just jerks that towel out of your hand when you go to smack him and loops it around your waist. Pulling you flush against him where you can't get free.
- He uses his large hands to grope your ass and give it a good smack while you're up against him and he's smirking down at you. "Ya like that, baby? You must really want to give me an excuse to feel up this fine ass of yours."
- It is most definitely 100% leading to the most nastiest raunchy dirty but fun sex. The type of sex that you aren't keen on sharing details about. He smacked your ass the entire time while talking dirty to you.
You were used to lewd comments from male patrons at the club. Bedside manner was not something that people considered when they were strip clubs. Especially not the shitty ones like where you worked. So, the two men who were rowdy to say the least kept calling out your name, you grit your teeth and just kept trying to get your shift over with.
“Why don’t you get your ass over here and we see if I can make that kitty purr.” He’d been saying shit like that all night and you weren’t sure how to it past him that you weren’t interested. So, you kept walking and took every route you could to not walk past him when you were getting people drinks. He kept moving though, he kept moving to see you.
“Hiya sweetie.” It wasn’t often that you saw women in the club. If you did, they were almost always with boyfriends or husbands that you didn’t believe should have gotten a second glance. “I’m real sorry about my brothers, they can get a bit rowdy.”
“It’s okay, no worse than some of the regulars. Where are you from? I haven’t seen you around here before.” You liked this woman. There was something in her eyes that you understood, something unhinged and just a bit crazy, but also free.
“Texas, just decided to see some sights. I haven’t been up north before,” she told you. “I’m Baby.”
“Y/n,” you told her. She shook your hand and smiled at you, biting her bottom lip.
“When do you get outta here?” Baby asked you.
“I suppose it’s not too busy,” you said and Baby dragged you away. You got to a private room and locked the door, making sure that you’d stay uninterrupted. She made the first move, kissing you as she pushed you against the door. You kissed her back and began to walk her backwards towards the couch in the room.
“Do you come back here a lot?” Baby asked you.
“Not really, I prefer to get people drinks.” You straddled her lap and pushed her head to the side as you kissed her neck. She gave a small moan and pushed her hands up your sides. You sat back a bit and tossed your shirt behind you, letting her touch more of you. She did the same and you fell down onto your knees in front of her. You spread her legs apart and pushed her underwear to the side.
“You’re gonna be a good one, I can tell.” You glanced up at her and she gave you a small nod. You went in slowly, not wanting to rush. She pushed her hips forward a bit for more and you gladly gave it to her. Your fingers pumped in and out of her steadily and your tongue made a phantom trail to trace over and over again. As her muscles began to tense and her body prepared itself for release, you put more thought into what you were doing. You pulled a bigger reaction, a bigger and better climax from her than what you thought you could have.
“My shift officially ends at 11,” you said as you grabbed your shirt from off of the floor. “You still gonna be here then?”
“I’ll be out there waitin’ for you,” Baby told you as she laid back against the couch. You glanced back at her and gave her a wink before you walked out of the room to finish your shift.
Every single week she showed up at the joint. You’d been stripping there for the past six months and she’d never missed a Saturday Night Special. She came in with quite the freak show. From your understanding, they were a family, which was beyond weird to you. She was always nice though and honestly had probably gotten you more tips than any of the other girls.
“Gimme money!” You recognized her scream from over by the bar. You looked around before you spotted her, tugging on the jacket of a man with long white hair. There was some arguing and then she sulked off away from him to her seat right up front and center.
“Ladies and gentleman, prepare yourselves because next up on the stage is Foxy!” the DJ said and you scrambled back to get ready. You did a quick reapply of your make up and then buttoned an oversized shirt up over your lingerie. You slipped out of your floor heels into the boots that you danced in and then waited for your name to be called.
You kept eye contact with the blonde girl who sat front and center. She was the one who you’d look at when you danced. The guys always threw in more money, hoping that maybe you’d actually kiss her that time. She’d lean in a little sometimes and then just stare at you after you backed away. She was definitely attractive and if it wasn’t for your fear of outing yourself, you’d kiss her every weekend if you could.
“Hey, I was told I could find you back here,” she said. It was a surprise to see her backstage. Normally, your boss was pretty strict on not letting patrons in the back. “I’m Baby.”
“Y/n,” you introduced and she shook your hand. “How are you doing tonight?”
“A little disappointed. I really thought you’d kiss me this time,” she said and you quirked an eyebrow at that. “Do you think that I could get my kiss in private? I get not wanting a show sometimes.”
“You wanna kiss me?” you asked and she nodded.
“Of course I do silly. You’re Foxy. I’d like a hell of a lot more than a kiss, but you look like a classy lady,” Baby said. You reached out your hand and pulled her towards you. She tilted her head down a bit and you pressed your lips against hers. Her hands came to rest on your waist and she leaned her forehead against yours when the kiss was broken. “Can I come back next week and do that?”
“I...” Your mouth hung open as you tried to figure out what to say. You slowly turned towards Baby, your eyes watering. Otis started laughing and it had stopped with her fist hitting him square in the jaw. Baby reached out towards you and pulled you into her arms. “I...”
“It’s okay,” she said as she rubbed your back. “Otis will clean this up and we can deal with it later.”
“Fuck I am,” he said and she glared at him. “I wasn’t the one who made this mess.”
“We all have a part to play and tonight, yours is cleanup,” Baby told him. She took you back into the hotel room and locked the door. You sat back against the bed and stared down at the carpet. “Let’s get you in the shower and cleaned up.”
“Is he okay?” you asked as Baby walked you into the bathroom. She didn’t answer you because there was no way that man was okay. He had his hands on her and you just went for it. You stabbed him and now he was dead. Otis was cleaning up the body. The only one who wasn’t a direct accomplice in his murder was Baby. All she’d done was take you away from the crime you’d committed.
“He’s just fine. Don’t you worry about him, what needed to be done was,” she told you. Once the water was warm enough for you, she turned her back and let you shower. She didn’t leave you alone in there, which was comforting. Once you were finished, she let you dry off and get dressed.
“I killed a man today,” you said, shocked with the fact.
“No, you stabbed him. Otis and I killed him, you’re not a killer,” Baby told you.
“Then I’m an accomplice and that’s just as bad,” you reasoned.
“No it isn’t. You don’t have a bad bone in your body. You’re just too helpful for your own good,” she told you. “Now, enough of this. I’m sure Otis will want to leave early.”
