𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐞 | 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
rating: E for Explicit
warnings: WLW, Stripper!Reader, S3 setting, back of the car, car sex, strap on, Oral (receiving), fingering, mentions of drugs.
a/n: this was a request I made for a close friend
The neon sign outside flickered like it was on its last breath, buzzing low and uneven. It painted the sidewalk in washed-out pink, catching on scuffed sneakers as Rue lingered just outside the door, jaw tight, fingers twitching at her sides.
She exhaled sharply.
Then pushed her way in.
The bass slammed into her chest the second the door opened, deep and relentless, like it was trying to sync with her heartbeat. Heat wrapped around her instantly, thick with perfume, sweat, and something sharp hiding underneath it all. The lights were low, shifting in slow waves of red and purple, making everything feel unreal, like she had stepped into someone else’s dream.
Rue paused just inside, eyes adjusting, taking it all in.
Bodies moved everywhere. On stage, on laps, through the crowd, fluid, practiced, effortless. Glitter clung to skin, catching every flash of light. Laughter rang out from somewhere to her left, too loud, too forced, blending with the steady murmur of deals being made in hushed tones.
Her tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek.
“Yeah… this is…” she muttered, trailing off.
Not her world. Not even close.
But there was something about it, the chaos, the noise, the way nobody really looked at you unless you wanted them to, that made her stay.
Rue shoved her hands into her hoodie pocket and took another step forward, letting the door shut behind her with a heavy click.
Across the club, you were already on stage when Rue walked in.
The lights hit your skin in slow rotating colors, painting you in red, then violet, then something almost soft before it snapped back into neon heat. The pole was warm under your palm as you moved, body controlled, practiced, effortless in a way that came from years of knowing exactly how to be watched without giving anything away.
It was your last dance.
That thought sat quietly at the back of your mind, but it never touched your expression. Not yet.
From up there, you saw everything.
And then you saw her.
Rue had taken a seat with the crowd instead of lingering at the edge. Hoodie slightly too big, posture loose but guarded, eyes locked upward like she was trying to figure you out instead of just watching.
Something about the way she looked at you felt different. Not hungry like the rest. Not empty either. Just focused, like she had accidentally walked into something she did not know how to name yet.
You turned with the pole, slow, controlled, letting your body carry you through the rhythm. The room blurred at the edges, but her gaze stayed sharp in your direction.
A man leaned in too close below you. You felt his hand before you fully saw it, the slip of a dollar tucked into your thong, the rough edge dragging against skin in a way that made your jaw tighten for half a second before you smoothed your expression back into something untouchable.
You kept dancing.
But your eyes drifted back to Rue anyway.
The music swallowed everything as you left the stage.
The crowd barely registered the shift, still locked into the lights and rhythm, but your attention had already narrowed to one point in the room.
Rue, She was still sitting there like she did not fully belong to the space around her. Hood up, shoulders slightly hunched, eyes tracking you the closer you got. Not the crowd. Not the money. Just you.
You moved through the edge of the stage with practiced ease, the last of your set fading behind you as the lights shifted.
Rue’s expression tightened when you stopped in front of her.
Not fear exactly. More like surprise she had not prepared for.
You tilted your head slightly, studying her the same way she had been studying you.
“You look lost,” you said, voice low enough that it got swallowed mostly by the bass.
Rue let out a small breath through her nose, like she was trying to decide whether to answer or leave.
“I am not lost,” she muttered, but it did not sound convincing even to her.
You gave a quiet laugh, short and soft, more observation than mockery. You stepped closer,
then instead of crowding her, you turned and slid into the empty seat beside her, close enough that she would feel your presence but not trapped by it.
From here, the lights did not hit you the same way as the stage. Everything felt louder and quieter at the same time.
Rue glanced at you out of the corner of her eye.
“You do not really look like you belong up there either,” she said after a beat.
That made you pause.
For the first time all night, your smile faded just a little, not disappearing, just softening at the edges.
“Maybe I do not,” you replied.
A beat of silence passed between you, heavy with noise from the room but strangely contained inside the two of you. The music cut off abruptly, leaving the air feeling heavier without the bass to carry it.
The lights shifted into something less forgiving, brighter in patches, exposing the reality of the room instead of softening it. The spell of the performance broke little by little as bodies started to reset, conversations flickering back to life.
You straightened, breathing steady, still carrying the afterimage of the stage in your posture.
Then you turned back to Rue.
She was still sitting there, looking up at you like she was trying to catch up to what had just happened. Not uncomfortable exactly, just unsure where she was supposed to place herself in it.
You stepped closer and held your hand out.
“Service is not free, baby,” you said, voice calm but firm. “Pay up or get out.”
For a second, Rue just stared at your hand like she was deciding whether to laugh or take offense. Her brows pulled together slightly.
“I did not ask for anything,” she said, but there was no real bite behind it. More confusion than defense.
Around you, the club kept moving like nothing had changed. Chairs scraping, glasses clinking, the distant call of another dancer being announced. But here, it felt like a pocket of stillness had formed.
You did not move your hand.
Rue exhaled through her nose, then reached into her hoodie pocket slowly. Not rushed, not
scared. Just reluctant, like she was admitting something she did not want to name.
“Yeah, okay,” she muttered under her breath, half to herself.
She looked up at you again, eyes narrowing slightly.
“You always talk to people like this?”
“It’s my job. Now pay up.”
Rue hesitated for half a second, then reached into her hoodie pocket. She pulled out a crisp twenty, a little too neat for how out of place she looked here, and placed it into your hand.
You took it without breaking eye contact, glancing at the bill like you were confirming it was real, then folded it once between your fingers.
For a moment, neither of you moved.
Then you turned on your heel, already slipping back into the rhythm of the room, like the interaction had been just another part of your shift.
But Rue’s voice caught you before you got far.
“Wait,” she called after you.
You paused, looking over your shoulder slightly.
“What else do you do?” she asked.
There was something in her tone now. Less confusion. More curiosity she was trying to pretend she did not have.
The kind that stuck.
You tilted your head, letting the question sit in the noise for a second. The club kept moving around you, but the space between you and her felt weirdly still again.
Then you gave a small, knowing smile.
“Stay after,” you said softly, “and find out.”
And just like that, you walked away, disappearing back into the lights and the crowd before she could decide whether to follow.
Time blurred in a way that only nights like this could make it blur.
The club had stopped feeling like a place and started feeling like a cycle. Lights, bodies, money, noise. Repeat. By the time your shift ended, your body felt like it was still moving even when you were standing still.
The last client had been exactly what you expected. Too close, too handsy, too confident in ways that meant nothing to you anymore. You smiled through it anyway. You always did. It paid the bills.
Now you were outside.
The air hit colder than you remembered it being when you went in.
You leaned against your car, one shoulder pressed into the metal, blunt already lit between your fingers. The smoke curled up slow, disappearing into the night like it never existed at all.
That was when you heard footsteps.
Not rushed. Not hesitant either.
Just there.
Rue came into view like she had been there the whole night waiting for the right moment to exist in it again. Same hoodie. Same slightly off, almost amused expression. That stupid smile, like she was proud of herself for still being around.
You exhaled smoke slowly, watching her approach.
“You actually waited,” you said, voice flat but not surprised.
Rue shrugged, hands in her pockets like she belonged nowhere and still somehow everywhere at once.
“You said stay after,” she replied. “So I stayed after.”
She stopped a few feet from you, eyes flicking briefly to the blunt in your hand, then back to your face.
The street behind her was quiet in a way the club never was. No bass. No crowd. Just distant traffic and the hum of streetlights.
Rue tilted her head slightly.
“So,” she said, that same half-smile still lingering, “this is the real version of you?”
You watched her for a second, smoke drifting from your lips in a slow exhale.
Rue Bennett stood there like she was trying to decide if she was brave or just bored enough to keep following you into things she did not fully understand yet.
You shifted slightly against the car, blunt still between your fingers.
“Well, I got some stuff left over,” you said, voice calm, almost casual. “You wanna see the real me? I’ll show you.”
Rue’s eyes narrowed a little, like she was clocking the risk in your words but not stepping back from it.
“What kind of stuff?” she asked.
There was no judgment in it. Just curiosity wrapped around caution.
The night felt quieter suddenly, like everything else had taken a step back to watch.
You glanced at her, then toward the car, then back again. Not rushing her. Not selling it. Just existing in the offer.
Rue rocked slightly on her heels, then let out a small breath through her nose.
“You always talk like everything is a test,” she muttered.
A beat passed.
Then she added, quieter, “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
And that was her answer more than anything else.
You pulled Rue into a Kiss as you led her back into the backseat of your car. Without hesitation, Rue slipped her hoodie off and tossed it onto the floor. Her hands running along your body reaching to untie your costume top. You dropped your neck to let the fabric slide off your chest. Rue’s teeth pulled on your bottom lip down as she brought herself down to your neck kissing and sucking at what she could. The body glitter you had doused yourself in had transferred onto Rue’s lips making it seem she was wearing glittery lipgloss.
Using her knee, Rue pushed your legs apart with ease. The sudden movement made you jittery inside at what was going to happen next. Your eyes sat low like a panther observing Rue pull the string of your thong down with her teeth and down your legs. The action putting you into submission as you wrapped your legs around Rue, guiding her down. Her tongue targeting your clit flicking it with the tip, letting it get wet. You tensed up from the wet feeling unprepared for what was going to happen next. Rue dug her nails into your thighs causing you to yelp from surprise.
Her lips latched onto you sucking and swallowing while her fingers softly worked you. Your muscles tightened in your thighs trying to move but Rue held you down butterfly style. The lack of AC in the car caused sweat to bead against your forehead.
You could feel yourself getting tight but the way her fingers felt inside of you just felt so right. Your tongue swiped the top of your lip collecting the sweat to prevent you from making a sound but it was too late. You were releasing a hidden moan under your breath.
The sound of that moan made Rue’s ears perk, it alerted her that she was going something right. With the given permission, she continued but using her thumb to rub over your clit as she plugged her tongue inside. Your fingers wrapped the door handle trying to grip onto support as you started to grind against her tongue.
“Fuck…Do you do this with all the girls?” You questioned breathlessly.
Rue didn’t answer. She just moved her hands from your thighs to your hips moving them at the motion of her tongue. It felt like you were riding the wave of an ocean and you were getting seasick.
“I’ll never tell.” Rue muffled with her mouth full of you.
The pupils of your eyes rolled into the back of your head displaying your whites. Your skin prickled and your body hair stood up. You couldn’t help but grab a fistful of Rue’s hair, it helped you control where you wanted her to go. Knuckle deep inside, Rue removed her mouth from you and watched as you pulsated begging for more. The same smug look Rue gave you in the club stayed, letting her cockiness get to her head.
Rue reached into her backpack and pulled out a familiar silicone friend. The purple object gleamed in the moonlight capturing its ridges and all.
“You just came prepared, huh?”
The impatient woman slid off her shorts revealing plaid boxers as she stepped into the straps, securing it around her waist insuring that it wouldn’t fall off.
You used your elbows for support watching as the tip was lathered in saliva from Rue’s mouth.
Inserted in gently, your eyes glued onto her face as your folds clenched around Rue. A fire in your abdomen began to brew, your face grew hot, and goosebumps pricked against your skin.
Rue bent down to you and held your back up, preventing your skin from touching the fabric seats which made your skin itch previously.
Her hips jerked forward pounding into you roughly once she got the hang of where she wanted you to be.
“Feels good doesn't it? Hold that moan for me.” Rue ordered, placing a free hand onto your mouth to muffle your moans.
Your glossed lips rubbing off onto Rue’s palm as they were hidden behind her skin. It felt too good to be quiet, you wanted her in this moment and this one only.
The curve of the strap itching the right places molding itself inside of you.
“Right there—“ you moaned, biting the skin of Rue’s palm.
The strap hammering while the van rocked against the gravel underneath the tires. Your foot accidentally pushing onto the horn causing it to go off. You gasped hoping to not alert anyone nearby but it didn’t stop you in your tracks.
The muscles in your thighs tightened and ached from the stretch of your legs being held open. You wanted a break but you couldn’t stop pushing against Rue with your body. A choked sob caught in your throat as you pushed Rue’s stomach back but it led to her placing your hand above your head.
You screamed out for Rue wanting her to fuck you harder.
“You’re almost there, just a few more.” Rue cooed into your ear.
You slammed your eyes shut and let your body take over from there. Your pleasurable moans turned into cries as you were being pumped into.
The tip of the strap touched at your spot activating your climax. You howled as Rue pulled out from you and began peppering kisses on your collarbone. It had been years since you had come. This one being the best one you had from a woman.
“I guess the party favors are out of the question.” You recalled as you pulled the baggie from your bra.
“No, No we can still take those.” Rue said. “This was just a little preparation for that.”
You chuckled before pulling out your bag of sorts to prep the favors together while Rue began removing her equipment and putting it back in her bag.