You could only whimper in response with how good Bishop felt inside of you. It was late at night and you were once again in Bishop’s room, no matter how many times you promised yourself to not go over his place, you would still go.
So there you were, your clothes on the floor, your phone placed on do not disturb and being on top of him with a western movie playing in the back, riding him at a slow pace with your hands laying across his bare chest.
“You always say it’s the last time,” He began whispering, loud enough for you to hear him. He has one hand on your hip, tracing small circles where a hickey from last week was starting to fade, while the his other arm rested behind his head, “..yet you always come back, more desperate than last time.”
Bishop sits up and places both his hands on your waist, looking at your face closely, almost as if he was studying every little expression you did.
Eyebrows furrowed, mouth open letting out all those moans and whimpers he secretly loved to hear, your lips were still puffy from him fucking your mouth the minute you walked in.
A quick smack landed on your butt, getting a gasp out of you.
“Speak.”
You moaned moving faster, gripping his shoulders, definitely leaving your nail marks. “You always let me in.” You whimpered looking into his dark brown eyes, “You can’t lie, you love my pussy.”
And you were right. Sure, Bishop had his fine experience with women before, but when you came in, his life changed. It was something about you that made him want to have you. Especially just him alone. He wouldn’t say it out loud because that’s not the type of person he is, but he wanted you to be his, only his.
After snapping back in, he moved his hands to your hips, a tight grip with how you started bouncing on top of him, feeling his whole dick push into you and hitting that spot inside that made you tremble. “Yeah, this pussy real good.” Bishop spoke looking down through gritted teeth, hiding his groans.
Beneath the two of you, Bishop saw how good you were taking him, you always did. And that’s when he saw it, that bulge poking through your lower stomach.
He couldn’t hold it anymore, he pulled his dick out earning a whine from you. “Please— more please please—” “Shut it.” Bishop cut you off while he placed you on top of his pillows.
He positions himself in between your legs, putting them on top of his thighs. “Listen to what’s going to happen.” He placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it while he pushed three fingers in your wet cunt.
You moaned, putting yourself on your elbows to see. You saw how shiny and wet his fingers were coming in and out of you, his other hand stroking his long hard cock. “I’m going to fuck you, you can cum as many times as you want, as long as you ask me to.” Bishop said looking directly into your lustful eyes.
“Okay…ohh..okay.” You were so horny, you were moving your hips to get more friction. “I’m not stopping till’ I nut… don’t want you to be whining or crying saying it’s too much,” He took his fingers out of you and lined himself up, rubbing and slapping his fat head onto your clit.
“Tell me you’ll be a good girl and not whine.”
You had become a mess, so lost in the feeling to even keep your eyes open and look at him. “B, I promise I’ll be a good girl. Daddy I’ll be soo good for you.” You slipped in that nickname you loved calling him, looking into his eyes.
“Say it again.”
“Daddy—” Bishop pushed all nine inches of him inside you, grabbing the back of your knees, he pushed them up to your chest. “Daddy! I’ll be so good! Oh! Oh—” Bishop always kept the same rhythm when he fucked you like this, long and hard strokes.
“You gonna take my dick?” “Yes! Yes B, I will— I want to.” Your hands were gripping the sheets beneath you, each time he thrusted back in, the headboard of the bed would hit the wall behind. “Take it baby..” Bishop moaned low, looking down to see how his dick was already getting that creamy ring you always gave him.
He kept fucking you like this, having you moan and roll your eyes each time he pushed inside, deep enough to hit your g-spot. “You’re doing so good baby…you hear that pussy? You hear how good she’s being for daddy?” And you did. You cunt had gotten so wet, it was squelching with each thrust Bishop gave you, you could feel it leak out of you.
You nodded to his answer, “B, I wanna cum..” You whimpered feeling your orgasm start to build up inside of you. “B, please can I cum? I’ll be so good Daddy— so good, please let me cum.” You were slurring your words, fucked out and full of lust. And so was Bishop.
Bishop hasn’t really notice, but he gets quite expressive when the two of you have sex. He’ll furrows his eyebrows like he’s angry, starts huffing low when he’s getting close and gets a light shed of sweat on his face.
He let go of the grip he had on your legs to lean down and kiss you. You quickly wrapped your legs around his hips and gripped his biceps. Your faces inches away from each other, you were feeling each other’s heavy breaths.
“You wanna cum baby?” “Yes..yes! Daddy please- make me cum please..please—” You always begged, I mean, how could you not when Bishop was the most perfect man you’d been with.
He slid one leg on top of his shoulder, his hand reaching down to rub your puffy clit. He leans to your cheek to give it a quick kiss while you were practically already screaming. “Cum baby, cum— show Daddy who’s making you feel this good.” Bishop groaned against your ear, his thrusts becoming quicker, sharper.
It hits you right there, your eyes shut tight, drool leaving off the corner of your mouth and legs trembling. “Tha…Daddy— Oh! Oh!” “Yeah— who’s making you cum baby— tell me.” Bishop was growling, feeling the way your cunt was starting to squeeze him so hard, he couldn’t even control the rhythm of his thrusts. “You! You daddy..you’re making me cum.” You sobbed, tears coming out of your eyes.
But you had to keep your promise, you couldn’t tell Bishop to stop or to go slow like other times before. So you did your next step, you encourage him to cum.
“B…” You grabbed his face with both your hands, slowly caressing his cheeks. “Please cum in me..” You whispered, clearly fucked out, your brain getting mushy. Bishop groaned pushing his face to your neck. He was getting close, you could feel it. His thrusts quick and losing rhythm, chasing his high.
“Daddy I- I know you want to.” You hiccuped, having him moan in response. “Keep my pussy warm, baby..keep it full B, please..please—” Bishop groaned putting his hand around your throat gently, pushing you down to the pillow.
“Take it baby— fuck— take it.” Thick hot spurts of cum were shooting inside of you, you felt your cunt overflow, felt some of already dripping out of you.
“Say thank you,…thank me right fucking now baby.” “Thank you! Daddy thank you! Oh! Ohh— I want more! Please— please I want more.” It’s like you couldn’t hear yourself. You had no idea why you were begging for anymore. It didn’t hit you until now that you were approaching a second orgasm, harder than the first one.
But with how you gripped your legs tighter around Bishop and how you were practically sobbing and crying, he knew exactly why you were still begging.
“More baby? You want it all don’t you…you’re such a slut. All you come over for is for me to fuck you till’ pass out, till’ you can’t walk or think straight.” Even though his message was to degrade you, you felt nothing but praised, which it quite literally isn’t, but that’s how Bishop was with you sometimes, you couldn’t control that you loved it.
Your voice was gone at this point, eyes rolled back for what felt like the million time when your second orgasm came. The only thing you could hear in the room was the slow skin slapping as the two of you came down from your high, yours and Bishop’s heavy breathing and moans, and some guns going off at the western movie that was still playing in the background.
Without a word, Bishop started to pull out as slowly as he could, knowing you were overly sensitive. “Shh..shh, breath baby, just breath.” Bishop hushed your sobs, glancing to see your face for a minute before looking down again at your shaking thighs.
As soon as his head left your fluttering cunt, Bishop’s cum started to drip out, almost looking like a fountain falling out.
“Should’ve put a towel.” He muttered, getting off the bed and going go the bathroom. You sit up and look over. You see Bishop wetting the towel he always cleans you up with. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, turning off your do not disturb and seeing some notifications pop, but you focused on the time, 2:16am.
“Someone call?” You look up, Bishop wearing his sweatpants that hung slightly loose and a sweater. It was always weird not seeing him in his full attire, but it felt special knowing you were one of the few people that got to see him like this.
“No..just checking the time.” You whispered laying back down and spreading your legs. It was a quiet agreement. Bishop rearranged your guts and then cleaned you.
“I have your panties from last week. You can take any shirt.” Bishop spoke while he went back to the bathroom to drop the towel and come back with your panties in hand.
“Thank you.” You said softly, suddenly feeling shy. “Do you want water?” He asked opening his door to head to the kitchen. “Yes please.” He nodded slowly leaving. However, he knew that the moment he’d be back to the bedroom, you’d already be knocked out asleep, of course on his side of the bed. Placing the cup of water on the nightstand, he got in bed to continue watching what was 30 minutes left of the movie.
“B…” You mumble, reaching for him but only receiving a low hum. “This is the last time.” You said in a soft tone, opening your eyes to look up at him. Slowly he looked down at you, studying your resting figure.
And there you were, on your stomach hugging the pillow underneath you, wearing his shirt, slightly closing your eyes, fighting your sleep just to wait his response. He reached to caress the back of head, as if he was soothing you to sleep, and looked back at the TV screen.
| bishop x f!reader | notes: a drabble of giving Bishop a blowjob💋 | warnings: blowjob, daddy mentioned once, ball sucking, cum swallowing, just messy af, etc. | mdni18+ |
Bishop was a simple man, never asked for much. But he won't lie, his job would sometimes drive him insane. Especially now that Alamo hired this lunatic, it was chaos after chaos after chaos.
Feeling bummed for Bishop, you suggested to spend the night at your place to have a smoke and watch reruns of Have Gun - Will Travel.
You can’t place how you ended up in the position that you were in right now, on your knees, in between Bishop’s legs on your couch, sucking his dick like a popsicle after dinner. The TV was long forgotten, Bishop had his hand on your head, slowly bopping it while he let out deep groans.
You pulled away to catch your breath, a string of saliva connected from your mouth to his dick. “Is this what came for B?” Your voice sounds like pure honey to him. On the dim light your eyes sparkled with a sinister smile, it was was driving Bishop to the edge. “You’re desperate for attention, you want someone to take their time with you, don’t you?” You were licking the base of his dick, here and there leaving small kisses around it. Bishop was melting in pleasure.
“You’re first to always get on your knees for me, always so obedient and desperate for anything I give you.” You giggled, followed by a small nod. You hadn’t said it out loud, but you loved Bishop…and his attributions, his big attributions. “Can you blame me, B?” You whispered stroking him, seeing a reaction with his furrowed brows and the slight agape forming in his mouth. “Your dick and my mouth, it’s a match made in heaven.” He raised his eyebrows slightly, “Show me, baby.” And you did.
You swallowed him whole, swirling your tongue around his head with a continous stroke, the noises that were coming out of you didn’t even sound human. Bishop felt like he was having a glimpse of heaven. His abdomen would tightening up everytime his dick hit the back of your throat, his thighs clenched when you when you pulled out to lick his precum, licking him all the way down, taking one of his balls while you kept a fast stroke on his dick. “Just like that, baby—show me how bad you want it.” Bishop managed to huff out, caressing the back of your head, a friendly demand to not stop.
With a pop, you pulled your mouth out of him. You were a mess, breathing for air you had spit smeared on your face, drool coming out of of your mouth. Bishop then reached for your jaw, making you sit up to kiss him. You loved kissing him, you loved how soft his lips felt against his and the way his tongue made itself at home inside your mouth. Loved knowing he could taste himself on your mouth.
“Want it, baby.” You spoke between kisses, trailing them down his neck. “Want it so bad.” You unbuttoned his work shirt, trailing kisses down his body until you reached his dick again wrapping your mouth around it, you started to bob your head.
Bishop was breathing hard, his dick felt heavy and full of pain inside of your mouth, aching for a release. “You want my nut, princess?” He groaned, lightly pushing his hips upwards begging for more. You looked up at him, nodding with your mouth full of him. Bishop moaned, shutting his eyes close. You could feel him getting close, you just kept sucking and slurping so hard it was making your jaw ache.
“Where you want it baby? Tell daddy where you want it.” Pulling out, you continued to pump his dick, more kisses and kitten licks being left on his fat head, just how Bishop likes it. “My mouth, daddy want your milk..” You whined, getting just as desperate as Bishop for his cum. You didn't pay mind with how you were subtly humping nothing with the position you were in, too focused on chasing Bishop's release.
Just then, you placed your tongue flat, feeling that thick pearly cum shooting on your mouth, down your throat. Moaning, he reached for his dick jerking it to push out all his cum onto you. “Good girl..take it baby—fuck..” You laughed lightly, accepting every last drop of his salty warm cum, almost as if it was a reward. Bishop took some seconds to cool off, but that didn't stop you from wrapping your mouth on him again, sucking to clean him whole.
With little energy, he pulled you away to not get overstimulated, “Show me.” He muttered. No complaints, you opened your mouth sticking your tongue, not all the way out, but enough to show him all the cum he gave you, swallowing it afterwards. Before Bishop could say anything, you quickly stood up, taking off the baggy shirt you had on, followed by your black panties.
He hadn’t even had time to catch his breath, you straddled him, arms wrapped around his neck. "You're not getting tired are you?" You asked flashing him such a sweet smile, the type of smile that somehow starts getting Bishop hard again. He sighed, looking down at the slow grinds you were doing on top him, lining yourself to take him.
Bishop would never say it out loud. But you would. The two of you were getting closer.
After he dropped you off, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You still weren’t sure if getting to know Bishop would lead to you feeling a proper protection where you worked or a relationship with a man you would never imagine developing feelings for.
Bishop didn’t want to overthink anything, he overstepped a line he shouldn’t have even touched in the beginning. You were very nice and kind as a person, never put up a fight unlike Angel or insurance troubles like Magick. To him, you were perfect. You were the last thing he would see before going to sleep and the first thing he thought of when he woke up. It’s like you were a drug to him, he knew he shouldn’t keep doing it, but he did, it made him feel good.
Some weeks passed where you would do things differently. You started to pay attention the days Bishop would come to the club, with Alamo or alone. You bought brand new lingerie, two pieces and bikinis in all colors and designs. Three new heels and an ankle bracelet Tish gave you because it wasn’t her style. When you would perform you made sure you did everything correct, not a single mistake. You were flirtier with the customers, nicer with the bartenders, overall you were going for employee of the month.
Bishop could’ve cared less, at least he wanted to.
He was growing impatient; you were driving him crazy. He would subtly see your performances in the club, looking away if you made eye contact. He would also see the men that asked you for dances on the booths, feeling his heartbeat faster when they would grope your tits and waist, made you move how they would want to as if you were a toy. He hated it when they spanked you when you walked by, all the time. Seeing those hands grab the fat of your butt just filled him with rage. But it’s not like he couldn’t do something about it. You weren’t his. At least not yet.
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Thursday afternoon, Bishop was at Alamo’s mansion in his usual corner while he had a meeting with Big Eddy, G in a corner counting some money. “Honestly this a real good line up of girls we’ve had in a while.” Alamo’s desk was splattered with photos of the dancers from Silver Slipper, including you. “This one a real winner.” Alamo raised your photo, a picture of you smiling with an orange bikini, facing it to Bishop, “I bet this bunny loves to bounce bounce bounce!” Alamo erupted with laughter.
Fucking pig, Bishop thought to himself.
“She’s been good, I’ve had guys tell me they’d pay the double to get a section with her.” Big Eddy talked while taking some notes. “Bishop suggested to have her do more dances with the snake, maybe by the end of the month.” Alamo answered taping a photo of Tish. “She need a boob job.” He muttered.
“Should check if she’d be good doing a private, like a test run.” G spoke up, “And why the fuck would I do that?” Alamo asked, thrown off at G’s request. “Listen, I’m not gonna throw none of the girls under the bus, but some of these hoes just don’t got the love in when it comes to doing private dances. No coordination, no charisma...Magick is the less that gets asked that’s all I’m going to say.” G responded, his last sentence being the quickest to push out. “I won’t mind checking on Bunny tonight.” Alamo chuckled, “I’ll check on her real good.”
Bishop really didn’t want to interfere, he wanted to promise himself that you were nothing but another dancer. It was known that Alamo would take advantage of these women, he was practically a pimp. But the back of Bishop’s head kept telling himself that you were different, you were worth something.
“You’ve said that with each dancer, you only end up fucking them.” Bishop said with that monotone voice of his, making the three men look to him, Alamo visually angry. “And what the fuck do you want to mean by that?” “We test the girls for the public, not for us. Not every man that comes in the club is coming for a fuck, some just simply want a private dance.”
And everyone knew Bishop’s point was right. Alamo would do it based off his own personal interests, not for the public, which is why G suggested to really test the girls out. Alamo grunted, not having a comeback or an excuse for Bishop’s observation. “Let’s have her do a private with you then.” Alamo faced to G, who started laughing at Alamo’s demand.
“Nahh— have Bishop do it, she’s got a little crush on him.” Bishop’s heart dropped, looking directly at G, “Does not.” “Does too! She always bats her eyes in such a way, changes the tone of her voice, she’ll be like— Hello Bishop, how you doing?” G mimicked you, having Alamo and Big Eddy laugh with him.
“Bunny with a little crush, she’s adorable.” Big Eddy said wiping a tear out his eye. “I don’t wish to receive a private dance from Lola.” Bishop replied, he knew it wouldn’t be the right thing to do, especially when he’s trying to push down the emotions, he’s had building up for you. “It was your idea, B. Put it to the test, or we can go back my way.” Alamo responded, standing up fixing his attires.
“Make Tish, get earlier than usual to talk about driving her for a boob job, and tell Lola Bunny she’s doing a private dance.” Alamo assigned Big Eddy while making his way out, “Bishop, call that bitch Laurie to do some orders for a party I’m planning soon.” Alamo added before heading out. Bishop took a deep sigh, glaring at G who was still quietly giggling, then looking to Eddy, who held your picture towards him. “10:30, be there or be square.”
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“Could it be his birthday?” “That man is not a Aries, Tish.” All the girls were surrounded by the board, you included. On your schedule it was written quite big, ‘PRIVATE: BISHOP 10:30PM’ and you had no idea why, but it wasn’t that you weren’t excited. “Y por qué yo tengo nada? The fuck?” Magick scoffed, her schedule being just one performance at 9pm. “At least you can just relax around.” Midnight, one of the dancers, laughed, her hand resting on your shoulder, she taps it. “Damn, Lola the chosen one this month.” You laughed, hiding your nerves, “I don’t know why.” You softly answered.
“And why Bishop? Is he like retiring?” Angel asked from her seat, counting money. “Nadie sabe, Eddy’s stupid anyways.” Magick said, clearly upset that her schedule was so clear. Tish walked in, stepping hard on the floor, “I’m getting my boobs done.” The room erupted with squeals and cheers, Angel standing up to hug her. “Yeah, yeah say your goodbyes cause this girl going to Mexico.” Big Eddy said, making his way to the office before being stopped by a whistle from Magick.
“What’s this schedule? You hate me? Why the fuck is your Babadook friend getting a private? Para qué?” “You talk too much.” He muttered resting on his office doorway. “We doing a new thing, gonna test out how you girls do on private dances.” Big Eddy explained, for once having many of the girls’ attention. “This just a draft, Bishop doing it cause Alamo nor G available tonight. Lola was our pick.” “Lola can dance on a stick, and it would even have more emotion than that man.” Angel said, having the girls giggle.
You hadn’t said anything. You were trying to place if it had something to do with the conversation you had with Bishop at the diner. “Y’all barely know this fool.” Eddy spoke, “Do you even know this fool?” Magick mimicked, still very, very pissed. Big Eddy just grumbled, taking a quick look at the girls before going to his desk, “No bullshit tonight.” He yells.
You sat at your chair looking at your reflection. Your pupils were huge, you could see goosebumps forming on your arms, your heartbeat so loud it was coming out your ears. “You’ve done privates before, right?” Angel asked you. You sure had, it wouldn’t be professional of a strip club to not serve that in their job. “Here and there, extra money with some blowjobs or handjobs.” You weren’t proud, but money was needed on some certain nights at your old place.
But Silver Slipper was different, you felt like a princess. And tonight, you could prove that you were an outstanding dancer, not just for everyone, but for Bishop.
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Bishop rarely drank, like ever. Only at his house or surrounded by his close peers. But tonight, he needed to not let anything get to him, especially you. Sitting on the bar, Tylenol in hand, he shoved it down his mouth, followed by an Old fashioned. “You acting like a hippopotamus giving you a dance.” G was beside him, having a cold whiskey and eating peanuts. “I do not know what she wants from me.” Bishop said, looking down at his drink.
“She’s beautiful though.” G looked around the club, looking at Bishop, he whispered, “You should find out how tight that pussy is.” Bishop shoved G off him, hearing his cackles grow loud. Settling down, G patted his shoulder getting off his sit. “What’s up, doc...here come the girl of the night.” G walked away, making Bishop turn around, looking for you. And you were hard to miss.
Flirting with a table, you stood proudly in your red glitter six-inch heels, a blood red lingerie set, the side of your panties being this decorative golden chains. Your bra was fully bedazzled accompanied with fringe, the lights of the club making you shine with every movement. You had gemstones on your eyes with a light gold eyeshadow. A red lip. You were unbelievable to Bishop, a walking angel from the sky.
Accepting the money from the man you were talking to on top of your bra, you made your way to Bishop, who was already looking at you, standing by the entry. You focused on his wardrobe, a white button up with stripes paired with a dark red tie, dark brown pants, and dark blue trench coat. As always, he carried his prayer beads, he never let go of them. Finally, the two of you were face to face. It almost felt like it was just the two of you in the whole world.
“Bishop.”
“Lola Bunny.”
“Are you ready for me?”
“It’s 10:27.”
“I won’t charge the extra minutes.”
“…Lead the way.”
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The private rooms were all different, for different usages. You led Bishop to your assigned room. It was spacious, a pole in the center with a small platform. In front of the pole was a couch pushed against the wall that was a mirror. A mini bar facing the left side of the room, another couch on the right side.
You turned to Bishop, the biggest smile on your face. “I’ll make you a drink!” Heels clacking their way to make him a drink. Bishop didn’t say anything, instead he placed his beads on the doorknob, and took one of the chairs from the corner, dragging it till he reached the security camera. Placing himself on top, he took the tape he had out of his pocket, biting a piece of tape, he covered the camera. He wasn’t going to let Big Eddy see this humiliation ritual they did to him.
“What are you doing?” You hadn’t turned your head, making him a vodka soda, a vodka cranberry for you. “Don’t worry about it.” He replied, dragging the chair back to its place. Feeling his presence on your left, you looked at him, you were practically the same height with the help of your heels. Holding both drinks in your hands, you kept that sweet smile. “You smell good.” “Make it quick.” Bishop replied, grabbing his drink, and making his way to the couch. You rolled your eyes, taking a quick chug of your drink, you made your way to the platform, squatting down to the speaker.
Bishop took off his coat, taking his gun from his back, he unloaded it and placed it on the small coffee table in front of him. “Would you like grade this?” You asked from the stage, holding onto the pole. “Yes,” He crossed hands between his legs, “just dance like you do outside, Bunny.” You cleared your throat, a quick nod to yourself. Showtime.
You were a true masterpiece when it came to pole dancing. You displayed all the techniques you knew with your performance; every step was perfect with the beat of the music, Bishop was engaged. He watched your every move, not a single mistake. He barely blanked every time you twirled around the pole, your knees hooked to the back of the pole, you looked so care free. Bishop wanted to ignore the erection he has growing between his legs. He was too grown to be getting a boner from a pole dance.
“Are you enjoying it?” You asked, so innocently, as if you weren’t dancing barely dressed with a pole with a Rihanna playlist playing all for him. “I am.” “You’re such a liar.” You mumbled, sitting on the edge of the stage. It was Bishop, what was he even going to do with your performance? “Is that all?” He asked, you shrugged, getting shy out of nowhere, looking down. “This is the part I give you a lap dance.” You looked up; Bishop hadn’t moved a muscle. He straightens his back, “I’m not stopping you.” You felt your cunt flutter, you were actually doing this.
You stood up, getting a glance of yourself though the mirror. Strutting your way to Bishop, it’s like your footsteps got louder, your breathing got shorter. Shaky but firm hands grasped on Bishop’s shoulders, straddling him. He slowly dragged his hands to your hips, making you shudder at the touch of his cold hands in your warm body. You moved your hips in slow circles, moving your hands to his chest. Bishop couldn’t believe he was letting this happen. Feeling your cunt through his crotch was heaven, he wants to believe this is the closest the two of you will get on an intimate level.
“I can feel you.” You whispered so low, so low Bishop almost didn’t catch what you said. But you both knew; you both knew Bishop’s cock was poking hard through his pants. “Don’t get excited.” Bishop whispered back, looking up when he heard you giggle. “I shouldn’t get excited? You and your bud—” You pressed down harder, making his breath hitch, “...would be leaving me alone.” You have no idea what came over you, you felt like you were on top of the world.
Moving your hands on top of Bishop’s, you leaned to his face your mouth grazing his, “You wanna see them, B?” Bishop didn’t even have time to analyze what you asked him. He did see how your hands reached for the center of your bra, a quick clasp and you were taking your top off. Bishop couldn’t hear his thoughts to this point, everything was happening so fast.
He moved his hands to your abdomen, his eyes not leaving your now exposed breasts, nipples perked up because of how cold the room was. God you were so beautiful. “You’re doing really good.” Bishop said, trying to remember this was overall a test, that he wasn’t feeling any type of pleasure from this. “Yeah, I’d figured.” You stood briefly, not a single moment had Bishop’s hands left your body.
You sat back down, having your back facing him, sitting directly on his growing erection. It didn’t even feel like you were doing a lap dance anymore. You grabbed his knees spreading them even more, having your butt grind right against him. “Fuck—” Bishop muttered under his breath, hoping you didn’t hear him. You were creating a friction in such an intense way, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from you.
And then you moaned, that’s when Bishop realized how your movement changed from a sensual dance to you grinding yourself against his cock, chasing pleasure. A professional act would’ve been for Bishop to tap out, hand you his money, thank you for the dance and leave. But Bishop also knew he had time left, and that testing out your private dance was the only thing Alamo had asked him to do for the Thursday night.
Would it hurt to add more fuel to the fire?
He sat up, and pulled you closer, having you gasp. “Bishop—” “Don’t freak out and I won’t freak out.” He whispered against your ear. It felt like a movie, a very soft porno movie if you will. Bishop’s right hand made its way to your panties, going upward until it connected to your right boob, instantly you placed your hand on top of his. “Would you let this to happen?” He asked so slowly, making his left hand make the same movement, your hand following.
With Bishop’s hands on top of your breasts, you were still grinding on top of him, not once did you think about stopping. “I don’t know...” You whimpered, “it- it feels good.” “I know baby.” Bishop said. Baby. He had never called you that, your heart was fluttering. “You haven’t answered.” Bishop placed a light kiss on your shoulder. You knew his question was about the men you would dance to if you did private dances, if you’d allowed them to place you in such a vulnerable position like the one you were in right now.
“Nu uh...” You answered, fastening your movements. “No? Then why are you doing it, Bunny?” Bishop kept leaving small kisses all over your shoulders and neck. You were so lost in the feeling of your grinds that made your clit bump against Bishop, you hadn’t noticed how he traced his hand down to your panties, this time making his fingers go inside you. You gasped loud when you felt him on your cunt, lightly placing his fingers, doing the smallest circles since the movement of your hips were already giving you that pleasurable sensation. Two of his fingers made his way inside your tight cunt.
“Bunny…” Bishop spread his fingers slightly, ignoring your whimpers. “You’re so wet...who let you get this wet?” Whimpers and moans were the only thing coming out of your mouth. You turned your head back, facing Bishop. With little patience inside your body, you finally crashed your lips against his. And it felt so fucking good.
Bishop was fingering you, slowly dragging them to your clit, he would then grope your boob and kiss you, swallowing all your moans and whimpers with his mouth. You couldn’t stop pushing back against him, you were practically begging for Bishop to push you to the couch, pull your panties and shove his cock inside of you and destroy you.
A loud bang was heard from outside the room. You wanted to gasp— you did gasp, but Bishop was quicker to put his hand over your mouth. The two of you stayed still, in this very intimate position, waiting to see of something was to occur. Hearing yells and ruckus outside, you whimpered, making your hips circle on top of Bishop again.
“Bunny…” Bishop whispered in a tone that was telling you ‘We should stop’, yet, his fingers were still rubbing your folds, and you were getting so close. “Please B…I don’t want you to stop.” You whimpered going faster than before. He groaned, placing a hand on your hip, he kept the your clit with his other hand.
“Can’t believe you’re letting me do this.” He whispered, “You know Alamo could kill me if he saw what you’re letting me do to you?” You moaned, feeling your climax get closer. “He’d be furious to know I got to you first, that you’d be this easy to break.” You felt it just then, your coil snapping. You had no idea how to react with the combination of Bishop’s words and his quick fingers on your cunt.
“Bishop—!” You moaned while you came, his free hand quickly covering your mouth. Even though the room was soundproof, you were quite loud. I mean who are you to blame? He was working unforgettable movements and the last time a guy made you cum must’ve been ages ago. Your moans turned into whimpers, turned into deep breaths. It hits you now, it hits you hard. Bishop made you cum, on his lap, while you were supposed to just give him a lap dance. What the actual fuck?
Bishop moved quicker than you, pushing you out his lap, he stayed still for a moment. Looking down at his hands, one covered in the wetness of your orgasm and the other one with slight lipstick marks from your mouth. He turned to look at you, bare chest heaving and that scared look you always tend to give him. Like a person that was caught doing something wrong. “Get dressed.” Bishop stood up, throwing your bra at you while he put his gun and coat back on.
You were still processing basically everything, but you knew Bishop wasn’t going to pillow talk you from just fingering you. Once the two of you got dressed, he made his way to the door, taking his prayer beads in hand, you behind. “What are you gonna tell Alamo?” You finally spoke up, before he could get his hand to open the door. He slowly turned to you, a look in his face that told you he didn’t have time for this. But he wanted to tell you, he wanted to just talk to you and stay with you for the rest of the night.
“Go make money, Lola.” Was all he said.
But you couldn’t just accept that, like you really couldn’t accept that. You knew these feelings weren’t just some tension you and Bishop were building up. You know this had to be something more. It’s why you the moment he reached to the doorknob, you put your hand on his, and leaned in to kiss him. Your soft lips crashed against Bishop, and that’s when he kissed back. Grazing his fingers slightly at your stomach, he pushed you against the door so softly.
You pull away, looking for a new expression. Bishop’s eyes had softened, looking more tender at you. “I think you’re gonna be a problem for me.” He whispered. The door opens making you walk backwards till you got outside. “I’ll make sure I won’t be complicated, B.” You smiled. Bishop’s name was being called out there, God knows for how long. Slowly he made his way out, his eyes never leaving yours. Standing alone you felt like coming back from a roller coaster.
Can you recreate the car scene with Maddy and bishop in his car with his dog in the back? And instead of bishop going to the club he takes us back to his house
Scene changed lives…🚬
˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆who’s gonna drive you home? bishop x f!reader
| bishop x f!reader | notes: it was gonna be a drabble but the horniness took over.. | warnings: not proofread, smut, friends with benefits, unprotected sex, shower sex, throat fucking, male receiving, light choking, light fluff,etc. | mdni18+ | wc: 1k |
The club you were in was getting louder as you breathed. Celebrating your friend’s birthday party on a L.A summer night was definitely a choice.
“You can’t leave now!” Your friend, kindly, yelled at your face due to the packed dance floor and being near the DJ’s booth.
“I have to! My friend’s going to be here in like 2 minutes!” You yell back. Your friend being Bishop. Bishop being a fuck buddy you had for a while.
Bishop always came and disappeared on your life. You didn’t mind, you also had a busy life, it was a ‘casual’ thing. But Tuesday, your car had been towed leaving you with no transport, you had texted Bishop if he was available for the weekend. He said yes.
Walking out the club in your short black tube dress and silver heels, you saw Bishop’s recognizable car. A light blush creeps on your cheeks as you made your way to him. Getting in, you finally connect your eyes with him. “Long time no see.” He said in a low tone. You were in the moment for so long just looking at him and taking it all in. And then you started hearing some hesitated breathing, and it wasn’t you or Bishop.
“Bishop, who’s dog is this?” You burst into laughter looking at the back of the car to be met with a white fluffy poodle. “It’s mine.” He replies, starting to drive. You couldn’t stop giggling, going to pet the head of Bishop’s new dog. “You got yourself a girlfriend? I’m offended, B. Always thought it was going to be you and me.” You joke, looking back at him.
Bishop looks back at you, a little smile followed with an eye roll. “It’s a boy.” He says, earning a hum of approval from you. Bishop was wearing a dark brown coat with a dark purple button up. You loved that. “What were you doing?” You ask, taking off your heels. “Work.” His car stops at a red light, finally getting a good look at you. “Nice dress.” He mumbles, making you smirk.
“You wanna take it off to look at it better?” You whisper, pushing your feet to his lap. He looks down at your manicured nails, grabbing one and softly massaging. You make your other foot massage his groin softly. “You’re trouble you know that?” You shrug, “You expect me to believe you’re taking me to my home?”
And that’s how Bishop ended on the driveway of his own house, grabbing his dog, Snowflakes, your heels on his other hand, making his way inside. His house was not an unknown place to you. Multiple times you’d have been over at his house, it was practically your second home. As soon as Snowflakes got on the floor, he went towards you to smell your feet, making you giggle.
“I see I have competition.” Bishop gets your attention, seeing how you had crotched down to pet Snowflakes. “You’re so insecure.” You joke, looking up at his tall figure. He leans down to pet his dog with you, “Did you shower yet?” He asked you, answering him by shaking your head. “I’ll prepare the bathroom then.” He stands up, making his way to the bathroom.
After some minutes of petting, Snowflake, you make your way to the bathroom, hearing the water run. Bishop walks out, his coat in hand. “All set.” He says. You just smile at him. “Did you shower yet?” Bishop gives you a quick up and down look, “No.”
“You don’t wanna join me?”
And that’s how you then ended up in the shower with Bishop, on your knees having your mouth fucked by his huge cock. You would gag around him each time he pushed himself to the back of your throat, a light moan coming out of you. “You love this don’t you? Taking me all?” Bishop groans, a hand placed on top of your head. Somehow you nod, pushing him back by holding his hips, you start sucking him off with such passion, it made Bishop grip his hold on you.
“Good girl…good girl baby— show me why you wanted me to actually pick you up.” Bishop groans, starting to guide your movements. Blowing Bishop went on until he made you pull out, having you gasp for air. He grabs your arm to stand you up, face to face, the two of you interlock lips. You didn’t notice he had hooked your leg around him, you gasp when you felt his head pushing inside of you.
“Bishop” You moan, looking down to see how he slowly made his way inside of you. It had been so long (2 weeks) since you last had sex with Bishop, you could never get used to the long stretch he gave you. “You could’ve stayed longer at that party.” He mumbles, “Could’ve even left with some other guy.” He was fully inside of you, thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace.
You breathed hard, feeling Bishop’s grip on your hips and the soft kisses being left on your neck. “Just want you.” You whimper. Bishop’s thrusts quickened, breathy moans and skin slapping echoing through the bathroom. “Just me? I’m all you want?” You nod, carving your nails to his biceps, “You, baby. Just you.” He groans, pulling out to push you against the tile. “Arch your back.”
What Bishop says goes, you arch your back, to put a little show for him you bring your hands to your butt to spread your cheeks, showing him what’s his. “Yours, baby. Take it.” You whisper. And he does, pushing himself inside of you and creating a quick pace. You were a moaning mess, quick whines leaving each time Bishop hit that gummy spot inside of you.
Bishop had pressed his body against yours, groaning into your neck, and having one of his hands softly wrapped around your neck. “So desperate, can feel it in your pussy.” He makes his hand go down your clit, making quick circles. “Are you gonna cum, princess? Gonna cum on this dick?” You moan leaning your head against his shoulder, “Yes…yes, yes Bishop don’t stop— please don’t stop.” You whine, pushing yourself back to meet his thrusts. “Do it, baby, do it.”
You cum, your legs shaking against his, quiet sobs leaving your mouth. Bishop didn’t slow his thrusts, instead he brought his hands to your waist, leaving hard thrusts inside of you. With little strength you push your hand to his lower abdomen, trying to make him slow down. But Bishop can’t bring himself to do so, not with how wet your cunt was accepting him, the way your butt bounced with each thrust, all while water was falling from the shower head, making your wet body look even more desirable than what it is.
“I’m gonna cum.” He moans, losing his rhythm he brought you to his mouth, kissing you. “Cum, please, cum.” You whimper through the kisses. After a few more thrusts, Bishop pulls up and strokes his dick on top of your butt. You shiver feeling the hot cum land on you. Heavy breaths, you turn to face Bishop, “Can I—” “Yes.” Bishop answers your question before you can finish it. “You can stay.”
And that’s how you, Bishop and Snowflake ended in the couch, eating ice cream while watching a movie. “I didn’t even know you wanted a dog.” You say taking a scoop of your ice cream, “I don’t know why I thought you were allergic to dogs.” He turns to you, feeling offended at your statement. “Not allergic, I love animals.” You smile, putting your empty bowl on the table and lean against Bishop. “I know, you love big.” You mumble, feeling the sleepiness kick in. He looks down at you, then at Snowflake who was also dozing off.
hi bb! in honor of the finale tonight can we get some bishop and his pregnant gf
Oh absolutely
˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆Bishop and pregnant!reader
| bishop x f!reader | warnings: smut, a little drabble of celebration, unprotected sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, married couple (that’s husband down), etc. | mdni18+ |
Bishop knew you were the one for him on your first date. You were kind, honest, young, smart, and a angel by heart.
One year in the relationship, Bishop had you all studied out. Especially in bed.
Bishop is a gentleman in bed he really is. Always made sure you were comfortable; gave you mind exploding orgasms with his mouth or hands alone. And fucked you so good, his cock ruined you to the point that he was all you wanted inside you. But that wasn’t Bishop’s main observation, it was how you talked to him.
It was one night he had gotten back from work. You made him dinner wearing your apron, hair tied up, just being so natural and comfortable in the moment, all in his house. Which is why he took you to his bed and had you on all fours, pounding you from behind with no remorse. You love when Bishop gets a little rough with you. The tight grip on your hips, the smacks he’d give your ass just to get your attention or even tighten your cunt around. And well your favorite thing…
“Tell me how good it feels, baby.”
You mewl, “s— so good, Bishop…it feels so good.” It really did. Bishop has a nice long cock that would create a bulge when it was inside of you. Going in and out of you at an unforgiving pace is what always got you in a chokehold. It was everything to you.
Now, you and Bishop had already had sex with no protection. You were on the pill and the two of you were clean. So having unprotected sex was just easier for the two of you, and truthfully you both loved it.
“You gonna let me nut in you?” “Yes! Oh— oh! I want it baby.” You moaned, focused on his thrusts, you could feel his whole dick slide in and out of you. Bishop’s dick had become recognizable inside of you, you even had his veins memorized. “I want it baby...” You slur, looking back at Bishop. Face focused, mouth light agape, his eyes found yours.
“Say it like you mean it.”
And you did, making him lean towards you to give you a kiss, or well simply make out with you. You couldn’t control yourself. “Daddy I want you to nut in me...I want it so deep you get me pregnant.” Bishop could feel his balls get heavy, light slaps against your clit. “Yeah?” He huffs, a genuine question at your request. “Don’t you think so? Don’t you want me to be yours?” You led his hand to your stomach, especially where his dick was pushing through to poke out.
“Here, daddy. I want your baby here.” And Bishop came, he came right where you wanted him to.
However, you didn’t get pregnant that night. But you and Bishop decided that if the two of you were 100% in this, it had to be a true pact. So, you stopped taking birth control, and a month later, after Bishop had you on the top of the hood of his car after one date night, you got pregnant.
Months later and you and Bishop were already building the baby crib together. Well, he was while you just laid on the floor, holding a screwdriver. “My mom always said that you can tell it’s a girl if I get ugly, because all the mom’s beauty goes to the daughter.” “Then I guess it’s a boy, because you look more beautiful by the second to me.” Bishop said, while placing one of the of the barriers.
You were 18 weeks, and tomorrow you would find the gender of the baby. The two of you basically couldn’t sleep, given that it was 11pm. “I don’t want a boy. I mean— I do but I would like a girl too.” You said, standing up to see yourself in the mirror. The bump was starting to become visible, it would get you emotional to know you were having a baby with the man you loved, building a family, building love.
Bishop was admiring you from afar, I mean you looked glorious to him. You always did. He wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to be his forever, to be his wife, to be the mother of his kid.
“Come here.” He spoke softly, letting go of the stuff he had in his hands and dragging you to sit on top of him. You were breathtaking, the light in the room just made you look so mesmerizing to him. “The moment I met you, I wanted to be in your life forever, you know that?” He asks, his hands rubbing your back. “Yes, it’s in your vows.” You giggle, giving him a quick kiss, making him hum. “You should know that if you want a girl, we can have a girl. I want to give you as much babies as you want.” He said, seeing your reaction quickly change with an eyebrow raise.
“As much as I want? Even if I want…” You started thinking, pushing him back to straddle him, his hands finding their way to your butt. “…30?” Bishop rolls his eyes, “Both you and I know, you’re not birthing 30 kids.” You giggle at his response, quickly quieting down with a kiss. “Maybe we should fuck again, make sure I’m really pregnant.” You stood from his lap, making your way out of the nursery and onto your shared bedroom. “You said that last week.” Bishop said, standing up to follow behind.
Still, that wasn’t stopping him from undoing his belt, walking into the room to find you practically naked already, the only thing you were wearing was a necklace with his initial he had gotten you for a valentine’s gift. “You’re not saying no.” You shrugged, slowly crawling on the bed.
| 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 | pt2 here!
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.”
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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 this.” 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.
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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 had 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 stared slightly 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.
Bishop remembered the first time you came in. And it’s because he wasn’t there.
A week before you started to work in Silver Slippers, Bishop had gotten the flu. A little bit embarrassing for a independent man in his 30s to be asked to stay home because of his sickness. It drove Bishop insane, as a henchman it was his job to be there for Alamo 24/7 in all his lines of work, especially for the type of work line Alamo was in.
On his fourth day of sickness, G and Kidd were kind enough to drop a visit and catch him up on what was going down in the club. “Same old shit, hoes be dancing, making money.” The three men were sitting in the balcony, both G and Kidd smoking blunts while Bishop cleaned some old guns he had. Cleaning, it was the only thing he had been doing these past days.
“Oh, Alamo hired a new dancer, she bad as fuck, I got hard just looking at her when she came to the party last night.” Kidd said, that gaining Bishop’s attention. A new dancer and Bishop didn’t get to do a background check on, how would they know you weren’t danger? “What’s her name?” Bishop asked, his voice deeper than usual because he was congested. “They call her Lola Bunny. I think she from the Valley.” G replied, you were very new, not exactly an open book, everyone was still getting to know you. "What she look like?" Bishop always did this, he had to, if not he wouldn't exactly be at peace, he knew everything about everyone, and the fact that you had already started working at the club, he felt like he was 20 steps behind.
G desribed you completely, the color of your skin, your hair and eyes, he talked about the dances you had started to do and how you were doing good to be a rookie. "She's a good girl, B. I doubt she will be any danger." "Yeah, you'll like her, she's pretty chill." Kidd added.
After his week and a half of illness, Bishop came back to being Alamo’s right hand man. Entering the club mildly packed, he made his way to Alamo’s usual booth, being greeted happily by both Alamo and Big Eddy. “I bet you liked that vacation of yours, the doctor give you orders?” Alamo joked while having his supper, steak and potatoes. “Just taking medication at night,” Bishop answered looking through the club, looking for you, based off your description. “Told me to make sure to not be close sick people.” He said looking towards Alamo, a little jab towards the type of person he was.
Alamo laughed, stabbing his knife down the table, “You were missed, you were needed.” “You hired a new girl?” Bishop quickly asked, not trying to make short talk. “Lola Bunny, putting her to dance at 9:30.” “Where you find her?” Bishop looked to the door that led to the makeup room and Big Eddy’s office, hoping to maybe take a glance at you. “She worked down this place near Beverly Hills, ratchet and ugly place, but she’s meant to be here. Perfect body, a dancer by heart. Want her to replace Sweet.” Bishop looked back at Alamo, shocked on the inside with this new information. “And she knows this?” Alamo looked at him, a little too serious, almost as if he was upset that Bishop wasn’t on board to the plan. “It’s either that or private rooms— she don’t got a choice.”
Right on cue, Tish walked out, you following behind. Bishop saw your heels first, clear pleaser heels that had a dash of a white. On your left thigh, a white garter that had a blue aqua heart in the center. To match the blue aquas color, you were wearing a cheeky thong that had a small white bow in the middle. Your bra was of course, also matching your bottoms and the garter, fringe on the lower part that covered your abdomen. Your body was covered in glitter, matching the makeup you had, and some white gold hoops you were putting on as you were walking. And Bishop? Bishop for the first time felt mesmerized by one of the multiple dancers he had seen in his life.
“Where you two going?” Big Eddy asked out of the blue, making both you and Tish stop on your tracks. “We’re gonna go warm up.” Tish grabbed the corner of the left curtain from the booth, looking over at Bishop. “Long time no see, Bishop.” Tish said with a little flirtatious smile. It took everything to inside of Bishop to not roll his eyes. “Likewise.” He replied, shifting his eyes to you. You looked even more beautiful closer. Your hands behind your back, looking between the club and the booth. “Bishop, this Lola Bunny. Lola, show your manners and greet Bishop, my henchman.” Alamo spoke with that demand in his voice he always carried, always treating you and the girls like his dolls.
“Pleasure, Bishop.” You replied instantly, giving him a quick wave. Bishop looked at you, up and down, trailing his dark brown eyes to the visual camel toe on your panties, then going up to the cleavage your bra gave you, to then find your decorated eyes, looking directly at him with a doe look in them. Simply beautiful, he thought to himself. “Same here.”
That was the first time you and Bishop met. Three months later and Bishop had kept his eye for you. He wanted to tell himself that it was because you were new, because you were coming from a different place and all. He did a background check on you even though Alamo didn’t ask him. Surprisingly, he didn’t find much, only the high school you had graduated from, and some of the part time jobs you had before starting as a dancer. He knew where you lived because it was this apartment complex, also owned by Alamo, where most of the dancers also lived in the same apartment complex. It’s why he offered to give you a ride, nothing less.
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“Thank you again, Bishop.” You and Bishop found a diner open 24 hours. Having pancakes and sweet potatoes was the only thing you were craving at the moment. Undecided if you wanted a tall glass of water or a frozen cookies and cream milkshake, Bishop told you to get both. He only had a cup of black coffee with very little sugar, asked the waiter to hand him the newspaper of yesterday. “I just do my job. Especially when Big Eddy doesn’t do it the right way.” You smiled at what he said, not because you were in agreement, but because you didn’t really see it in the way he saw it when describing Eddy’s work method.
“Yeah…but, it’s not that he doesn’t pay attention to us.” You spoke low, it wasn’t your plan to defend Eddy but it’s not like he was a bad boss, at least not to you. Bishop slowly looked up, “How come he’s not here?” He asked. “Well today was—” “And why didn’t he tell Alamo to not make you dance with a python?” He interrupted, making you bothered. “Alamo is his boss, what he says goes.” “Could’ve stopped him.” Well now you’re getting upset, what was his point? It’s not like Bishop has been there for you all the time.
“It’s not like you didn’t do shit either.” You replied with a harsh tone, begging to yourself to get a reaction out of him or just for him to simply shut up. “You’re a big girl.” You raised both your arms, “Oh, so now it’s my fault? What even is your point? You’re upset Alamo made me dance with Kramer. And now you’re upset that Big Eddy didn’t interfere but it doesn’t even fucking matter because I’m a big girl?”
“Lower your voice.” “Bishop, there’s no one here.” And you were right. You guys were the only ones inside the diner, sitting by a window far from the waitresses and the kitchen. Bishop looked around, to see your point about the empty diner, looking down at the newspaper he spoke again. “Lola, I’ve worked with Alamo for quite some time. I’ve seen him do stuff that are not legal, I’ve seen him be vile, I’ve seen him kill.” You knew Alamo was a dangerous man, it’s a side of him you hadn’t seen with your own eyes, hearing Bishop talk about him this way felt wrong, like being a kid and covering your ears to not hear the scary part of a story.
“He made up that stupid story of the snake just to give you a reason to dance with it. Sweet left because of a botched boob job. He made you do it because he won’t put you in the private rooms.” He continued while he calmly wrapped the newspaper. You rolled your eyes, “Well I never asked him to not not put me in the private rooms.” “I know.” You were going insane with his responses, you could almost feel fume coming out your ears. “Yeah? You know everything and everyone and what we do at the club?” He was taking his last sip of his coffee when you continued your interrogation.
“I told him to not put you in the private rooms.”
Your heart dropped. A blank stare towards Bishop was all you could do. It all started to click. Bishop was protecting you from doing the private dances since most of them led to well, prostitution. He didn’t want you to be a prostitute. But he also wanted to see you be independent of your choices, it’s why he didn’t overstep onto the request of you dancing. “You’re the youngest of the dancers that we have. I thought, she hasn’t fallen deep enough for how awful this job can get, I’ll just tell Alamo that I think she’ll be better for the main performances than for privates.” He looked up to meet your expression, a blank stare but still shocked with the information you were receiving. Bishop didn’t want to tell you now, but he knew that you would end up doing privates, he still doesn’t have the courage to tell you.
“Do you want to do privates?” He asked. You on the other hand were speechless. You were beginning to understand what were Bishop’s true intentions with the club, and with you. You just shook your head, you didn’t want to argue anymore. Bishop let out a deep sigh, reaching for his wallet, he placed a 100 dollar bill. Standing up and reaching for your hand, he quietly guided you out of the diner.
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In the parking of the apartment complex, Bishop hadn’t turned off his engine. You had gone upstairs to get him a bottle of water, once you came back he told you to get back in the car. “I’ll tell you this once and never again, and you decide what to do with this.” He talked, looking at you, the only thing you could hear was the engine of the car. “You ever feel like you are in true danger, you don’t ever tell Alamo or Big Eddy. Not even the other girls; you come to me, Lola. I promise you, I’m not an enemy, and I will offer you help you as long as you don’t turn your back against Alamo or anyone else. This job is not a walk in the park, if you fuck shit up, you’re done for.” It felt like The Godfather, truthfully, like if you were entering a family you couldn’t betray, Bishop was going to be an acquaint for you as long as you didn’t do anything.
“Oh my God we’re like the Godfather.” “We’re not. I’m just setting you a boundary to keep in mind.”
You nodded, a little bit defeated. “Are we like friends then?” You asked only to receive the worst look Bishop has ever given you. “Ok..retracted.” You mumbled as you opened the door, “Night B, or well— morning it is soon to be 5am.” “Sleep well, Bunny.” Before Bishop drove off and you left his car, you leaned to give him a kiss on the cheek, sprinting away as if you and him were playing tag. Making your way inside, you could feel eyes on you, and it made you feel good, it made you feel wanted.
Bishop didn’t always have free nights, but by miracle he had Wednesday free. Which is why you invited him over for a sleepover. He wasn’t expecting to be on your bed watching a reality love show that was almost two hours long.
“This is ridiculous. I’d even prefer to watch the game than this.” He was resting against your pillows, lightly caressing your leg since you were laying at the end of the bed on your stomach, facing your TV. His comment made you turn to face him, “You don’t even watch basketball.” He just shrugged, looking back at the screen.
Even though he wasn’t interested, you still broke it down for him, the contestants, bombshells, the challenges, he didn’t ask any questions just kept humming to let you know he was listening.
It was then in a challenge a very plot twisting love betrayal occurred right in front of your eyes, making you gasp loudly. Bishop had gripped your leg, but then you realized, Bishop gripped your leg. Still in shock, you turn to him, also holding a shocked expression, not as expressive as yours, but enough to let you know that he was watching, and paying attention, and most importantly, invested.
You laugh, “You’re watching!” “I am not.” Bishop furrows his brows. You just continue laughing going to him to hug his side. “You are! Oh my God, you’re enjoying this.” “Don’t think that I’m watching this with you everyday now.” He grumbles. But you know Bishop, not wanting to bother him no more, you just gave him a quick kiss and continued the show.
After finishing the episode, you were on your phone texting your friends, Bishop fast asleep with his arm on top of you. “I still can’t believe they let that happen.” Bishop mumbles in his sleep, referring to one of the many events that happened on tonight’s episode. Smiling, you move your hand to caress his neck.
