(Inspired by the GQ photoshoot)
AN: I’m gonna beat myself up for taking this long to post this! I sincerely hope you enjoy it lovelies 💓
Warnings: strip club, pervert, alcohol
There you were, standing in front of a large vibrantly lit up building. It was late passed your curfew, well into the dangerous ends of the night. You had crept out the back door of your little house, taking an overly expensive taxi to the coordinates written on the face of the card you were given just a few days ago. You were intimidated, to say the least. It was more than just a classic strip club. You felt the need to cover the sides of your head so the blaring music coming from inside didn’t damage your hearing. There was something pushing you, and not just the sharp wind blowing against your form.
You walked inside. As soon as you entered, the aroma of alcohol, cigarettes, and sex filled your nostrils. You were taken back, this wasn’t your element and you most definitely would not choose to be here on any given day. All eyes were on you and you felt weak. You were shocked and confused as to why there wasn’t someone guarding the doors making sure teens didn’t sneak in. Like you.
“Need some help around sweetheart?” some sleazy man around the age of 50 asked as he made his way by you slowly. You instantly regretted not wearing something more daunting, that is if you owned anything that would give off that energy.
“No thank you..” you replied, keeping your eyes to the floor and waiting for him to pass.
“Oh, c’mon, don’t be a prude.” His voice was rough and he carried himself as if he possessed the world in his pocket. He was getting closer and closer, you were getting more frightened by the step.
“Beat it, dick.” sounded a strong voice from behind you. You looked ahead of you, the prick that once walked like a king was now standing cowardly in his spot. “I mean it.” the voice spoke again. You recognized it like a distant memory. It gave you chills. Only until you turned around did you realize who it was. The man from the car who you were immediately fascinated by was standing right in front of you. He looked the same, only in fewer clothes and smelled of a different expensive cologne. You wondered what gave him the authority to walk around in only a bleached white tank top and pants. You weren’t complaining, though.
“Thank you.” your voice was small compared to his. He noticed this and smiled softly at you, reaching his large hand out to rest against your cheek. You were taken back by this action, but the palm of his hand was softer than most and you found yourself wanting to curl up into it.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked you. you watched his eyes skim over your face, analyzing it for any sign of discomfort. You were frozen in place, your legs had lost mobility and your eyes were glued to his, even though it was hard to even make eye contact with him in the first place.
He pulled away, standing straight and looking you down. You let him, you were doing the same. He was obsessed with your innocence and found himself fantasizing about you when he was alone. He expected you to come find him, they always did.
“Why did you give me this?” you asked, holding the now crumbled up card in front of you. You asked yourself this exact question every time he slipped into your mind.
“I wanted you to find me, sweetheart.” he replied, a smoothness to his voice like velvet. Now you had an answer.
“Why?” you were confused. Why you? Why not some other girl? Why not some other little shy, middle class, smart kid with a thirst for serenity? Within the blink of an eye he was getting on his knee, looking up to you comfortingly as he spoke.
“You’re special.” it sounded like a sugarcoated lie to you, but coming from his plump pink lips, you believed it to be true. “Follow me.” He instructed, standing up to his height now and making his way deeper into the club. You followed, looking around at the interior of the playhouse and admiring it’s classic beauty. If it weren’t for the naked variations of humans walking around and the alcohol spilled on the floor, it wouldn’t seem much like what it really was. You were met by a single booth to which the handsome man had set down at, waiting for you. You joined, sitting across from him. “Something fruity?” he asked you. You shook your head timidly, assuming he was speaking of alcohol.
“I don’t drink.” You hadn’t done anything any typical teenager had done before in high school. He must have thought that was funny because he let a small chuckle pass through his parted lips. He could feel his chest tighten every time you spoke. You made him feel different than any of his other little toys had. You could tell by the shine in his glassy green eyes that he was invested in this night and this encounter. “I don’t even know your name.” You were tired and, quite honestly, scared of the enigma.
“You can call me Daddy.” his voice wasn’t rushed. It was smoothe and relaxed showing he had no shame in his response. You could’ve choked on your breath, though.
“Daddy?” your voice was small and fragile, much like your demeanor.
“That’s right baby..” he was instantly turned on hearing you say that, the crotch of his pants tightening. Your breathing was becoming rushed as your eyes darted nervously. He was staring at you like an animal. You had never felt so weak in your life. You saw him stand up from his seat, wondering if he was just going to leave you there in this state. You were wrong, he walked over to you and held his hand out. He resembled a prince in a kid’s movie, hand out and welcoming you into his world. “Let me show you something little girl.”
