#threads: polly

[faithdevotion]

@twistxdtales plotted starter [polly/jacob]

Another night had proven to be successful, with Polly leading the audience into cheering and whistling. There was no doubt she had been a favourite in the club for months, ever since she was hired by Jacob to work in it. Word about him being present at the club since the beginning of the show was among the rest of the girls, but Polly didn't spot him in the audience and hadn't seen nor spoke to him as the night went by.

Jacob was a boss known to keep things under control, with no margin for errors, which gave Polly the possibility to improve in her stage dances and to even explore new movements while in her apartment, with a pole she'd set in it so she could practice. She left no room for disappointment and instead gave the opposite effect, making clients want to see her rather than the rest of the ladies. Her coworkers respected him and were afraid of him, but Polly couldn't bring herself to sense fear around him. The way he treated her in a soft, gentle way was different from the way he treated the rest, and he didn't seem to carry such a serious, bold expression with her, which made her feel welcomed in the club and in a sense, protected.

She made her way back to her dressing room, skin glittery, and with beads of sweat formed on her forehead and thighs. Makeup was intact, along with the curls on the ends of her blonde hair that fell over her shoulders. Heels clicked against the floor as she walked into the dressing room, hands moving down her black fishnet stockings. She'd chosen to wear a black leather body piece, hugging her frame perfectly, which left small space for imagination. Polly approached the mirror near the lockers and observed her reflection for a few moments until she heard the door opening. Body turned, eyes widening when she saw a man, in a drunken state, walking to her. "Sir, this area is staff only."

The man attempted to grab her, but Polly's palms pressed against his chest to push him away. She could smell the alcohol in him, traces of liquor on his shirt as well. With a grunt, he grabbed her elbow tightly and then gripped her jaw, a groan leaving her as she attempted to release herself from his grasp. "So pretty you are..." He mumbled drunkenly, attempting to lean close to her.

[wickedgamc-arch]

starter for @utterxdesires | polly x jefferson;

There was always a slight nervousness in Polly before she steps into that stage to dance in such an erotic way and even move towards the tables. It was one of those nights where she'd end up coming to the same old conclusion: she was getting tired if the business, but there wasn't an exit to it in the foreseeable future. Her salary was good enough to cover her expenses, her rent in a luxurious condo and her activities when she's not working. But did she want to become known as the Queen of the Cherry Club? She was, for the customers. For the dancers. For the workers. But for the city? Not so much.

"Polly, come on. They're waiting." One of the dancers reminded her of the show that was about to begin. Her stage name and what she was known as was Precious. A sigh left her lips as she clipped her bra and walked towards the curtains that'd reveal the stage for her, heels clicking against the floor. As soon as she stepped in, the crowd cheered with whistles and applause. As the slow, sensual music started, Polly approached the pole and began to sway her hips while moving her hands up to her hair. She slithered against the pole, sliding up and down and bending backwards to witness the reactions from the public.

It was time for the greeting - which meant, dancing by the tables. Polly moved away from the pole and stayed towards the tables, spotting the regular clients in the tables set on the left side of the stage. She continued, moving towards the center - spotting a new face in one of them. A man, well dressed, relaxed by the seat. Her arm stretched, fingers beckoning a 'come here' invitation as a smirk traced across her rosy lips. It was all for the show. Eventually, she moved towards the tables that were placed on the right and as she turned around to continue her dance, she felt a hand grasping her left arm with a strength she hasn't felt before.

She's quickly turned around to meet the face of the male that had grabbed her. "I want you for myself tonight, Precious." Was what could be heard between the music and the cheering. Polly attempted to pull away, but the fingers gripping her bicep were strong. So strong it was causing her pain. The smirk had faded. Her heartbeats increased.

"Please, let go." The blonde asked, wishing to return to the stage or, even leaving. This had made her extremely uncomfortable. However, the male had decided to grab both of her arms now, leaning in to attempt to kiss her.

[faithdevotion]

@savior-negan [ cont. from here ]

The sight of blood was enough to tell something wasn't right, and while it was no surprise that Negan was involved in risky affairs, it was at first a shock to witness him covered in blood. She had arrived way before time to spend some time with him before they were exposed to the public, but the plans she had were considered only as thoughts and no more upon seeing him. She slowly took steps forward to him, heels clicking against the floor of his place. The smell of blood reached her nostrils, and there was a difference in her clothing and her scent from his own. However, the dress would be soon gone from elegant to just a piece of clothing with some blood on it, because she had the intention to stay and find out what happened. If he refused to share details, though, she would just decide to stay and be beside him.

Ignoring him, she stopped a few inches away from him to sit down beside him. She set her purse down on the floor and a hand sneaked up to reach for his face, no matter if she'd be covered in his blood... or someone else's. "Negan." She rolled out his name in a whisper, expression serious yet determined. "Let's get you cleaned up. I don't want to hear any buts in this, alright?" What would be the first reaction someone else would have? Run? Well, for Polly that was no option, and she had seen many grisly things over the years to simply not be shocked anymore. She cared for him, and it wasn't pleasant to see him like that. "I'll wash your clothes as soon as we're done."

[faithdevotion]

@xheathcnx plotted starter [javi/polly ft. emir]

The hickeys on Polly's skin didn't vanish easily, and a higher amount of powder mixed with base cream was needed to cover them for the night event she'd attend. A week passed since the yacht getaway with Javi, and if one of his objectives was aimed towards making those two days unforgettable for her, it was achieved. Being unable to walk properly for two days after that, along with the marks left on her skin and the lewd moments they had with both alcohol and drugs involved, were impossible to forget. He made sure to remind her that when their gazes met at the club or whenever they were alone at his office for an hour before her shift ended.

With two nights off, her friend Sophia arranged a night out at the Diamond's Strip Club with both her and her former boss, Andrew, with a masquerade theme. It was the first time she was visiting a strip club that wasn't her workplace, so she was curious about what that particular strip club offered. With an elegant mask to conceal her face, her blonde hair in an updo and a tight black dress, she walked into the club holding her clutched purse in one hand, gaze behind the mask searching for the booth both her friends were at. The atmosphere was pleasant, fitting to the event. As soon as she found the two in a booth, she walked over to them and waved her hand at them before kissing both of them on the cheek. She sat down beside Andrew, opening her purse and pulling out her phone.

"Well, hot damn, girl." Sophia's gaze widened at Polly, eyes falling on the sight of the dress. "You're all for killing tonight!" She grinned wickedly, taking a sip of the rum she ordered. "I already went ahead ordering us drinks. The bartender is a hottie, I'll tell you that." Andrew rolled his eyes at Sophia's comment. While Sophia spoke, Polly offered her a smile and shook her head as she typed a text to Javi.

[text: Javier 🖤]: I hope working too much is not killing you. xx

The trio exchanged laughs, drinking and cigarettes as they spoke, with both Andrew and Polly occasionally speaking about her work and giving opinions on the strip club they were both in. During such moments, Polly got up to ask for more drinks over at the bar. Sophia eventually brought up the idea of playing Truth or Dare, which aimed to make things interesting. She flipped a coin for that, with her and Andrew getting Truth and Polly getting Dare. "Alright, one truth. I had sex twice this week." Sophia began and pointed her finger at Andrew. "I almost killed a fucker that planned to betray me the other day." Polly cocked her head to a side, brow arching at the two. "So Sophia is always about sex, and you're always about killing aside from owning a strip club. Change your activities for one week, please." She crossed a leg over the other, pursing lips and mentally thinking how she was lucky she didn't get Truth. Sophia narrowed her eyes at her behind the mask she was wearing, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine, you devil. I know you're not so innocent even if you seem to be, so I'll dare you to ask the hottie bartender out or, ask him to dance with you at this club right now."

"Who's the devil now?" Andrew cut in, gaze diverting towards Sophia, raising a brow at the brunette. "Trust me, you and I know she's a devil when she wants to be. She's our blondie devil. Besides, she's a hottie. He'll accept, you'll see." Sophia leaned back against her seat, a sly smirk spreading across her lips. Polly snorted at the comment, placing her clutched purse on the table next to the drinks and getting up from her seat. "Asking someone to dance is easy, Sophia. I won't do the first thing for reasons." There were hints thrown about being exclusive to Javi only on that aspect. As she reached the bar, her hands slowly slid down her frame hugged by her tight dress, soon resting on her hips. Her gaze studied the surrounding atmosphere, hips slowly rolling to the rhythm of the song being played. As the bartender approached her behind the bar, her hues met his own and her gaze slightly widened at how striking his eyes were; matching her own, ocean coloured orbs. Even behind a mask, anyone could spot the intensity of blue eyes. She leaned against the bar, a smile decorating her pink plump lips. Her index finger beckoned him to lean forward, so she could lean into his ear to speak to him. "I can tell you must be a bit bored serving drinks all night..." Her smile widened, still being taken aback by his eyes. "Dance with me. I'm getting the impression you're a good dancer, just like you're good with drinks."

[faithdevotion]

@rxnatx plotted starter [polly/salvatore]

"Reservation under the name of Campbell."

A smile painted upon Polly's rosy coloured plump lips as the front desk receptionist handed her a card to access the room where, surely, her companion was expecting her. Words of gratitude were given to the service worker before she made her way to the elevator. Pressing the button that leaf to the ninth floor, she undid some of the buttons on her coat and ran her fingers through her golden locks, lingeeie underneath her coat chosen for the occasion. There was a thrill in all of this situation. Something the blonde had never experienced, but it was oddly satisfying; the fake names to conceal identities, the evenings spent in the luxurious hotel filled with passion and release with a man she'd met a few months back, but was the one leading her into a world she hadn't met, even if her occupation involved hearing & seeing even the most obscure realities.

No private information was given, nor was prying into his affairs needed to spend quality time with him before they both returned to lead their lives. The last few months, every Friday evening, had been the same: arriving at the room, sex for a few hours, and then the exchange on what Polly had gathered on Raphael's person of interest. There were no strings attached, but feelings were off the table, which made their intimacy thrilling and enjoyable, allowing themselves to explore different tastes and aspects of sex.

Polly hovered the card over the card reader next to the door after the elevator reached the floor. A green light, along with a beeping sound, was heard, prompting her to open the door and walk in. As she closed the door behind her, she caught the sight of Raphael standing with body turned towards the windows. Heels clicked against the floor covered in a white carpet, placing her bag on the table near the bed. "Hey." She approached him from behind, hands sliding over his waist, fingers tapping his belt as her gaze fixed on the view of the city. "It's a nice setting. Certainly gives me ideas..." She purred in his ear, slowly taking a step back.

[faithdevotion]

@mafiamade cont.

polly was left stunned with his offer, her heart skipping a beat the moment she heard it and her muscles tensing from the lifechanging decision she had to make in a matter of seconds. "join you?" she muttered with shaky chuckles leaving her, nervously running her fingers through her curled locks of hair, deciding to take some steps forward towards his desk. "I don't... I mean..." she was mainly intrigued as to why vincenzo chose her to be his companion when there were other girls that were even wishing for that offer to be made to them. for polly, it was unexpected. a lavish life with a man that could be considered her second boss sounded like a fairytale, but it was a close reality. "why me?" she couldn't imagine vincenzo having any sort of crush towards her whatsoever, so she was puzzled with that. "what made you choose me?"

[faithdevotion]

@richardxoliverxmayhew [ cont. ]

There was some kind of odd beauty in impulse; in letting feelings take the reins to control the actions of a human being and just let everything flow as it is. While Polly sought to keep them at bay, at some point they just let loose. The closeness to Richard was a consequence of it, a consequence that stirred so many more feelings towards him, none closer to any carnal instincts. No, his concern, his protection and being himself had made him grow in her.

To realize those working for the force were all different was a struggle for Polly. Growing into a family whose father had been a cop yet violent and alcoholic was a contradiction that she had learned with until she had no choice but to flee from his grasp and leave her mother and sister behind, with her mother being killed by her father a year later. Years of therapy weren't enough to recover from such a wound, inflicted deep in her soul. Ruby, her sister, ended up as a cop, so she had learned, and so the sentiment remained. Polly promised herself she wouldn't ever fall for one or develop attachment towards anyone that worked for any policeman. However, the promise had been broken.

Memories resurfaced in her mind, including such promise, in the midst of being lost in Richard's embrace and tender lips, which made her hands tremble and her breathing to become erratic. Pressure was more applied to her fingertips as they pressed against the side of his face, slowly breaking the kiss to press her forehead gently against his, keeping herself in his embrace, with hand on his chest pressed flat against it. A sense of dread threatened to take over from such memories, as if a monster was beside her.

"I'm sorry." She breathed out in a low whisper, eyelids drifted shut. "My demons come to haunt me sometimes. This is one of those times."

[faithdevotion]

closed starter for @kingdom-of-vanity [polly/paul]

Images recalling the events of a few months ago persisted within her mind, where fear paralyzed her body and she was unable to do anything but listen & comply, given that she was taken by surprise & she had been working as always, near to end her night shift. Polly had since questioned why she was the one chosen to deceive Paul, but the answer wasn’t given until she began seeing him frequently; whether at the club while she was working or, off work hours. The main reason they had her for it was because they needed a pretty, innocent looking face and at the same time, unknown for the target. One that could pose as only a nobody wishing to establish a connection with him, when in truth, she was being forced to after she was given enough information on him. 

She had to remind herself every night that she was being followed and seen whenever these men could when she was out with him. But being in his apartment gave her some relief in the matter and she tried not to dwell much into her thoughts when being around Paul.

When she heard her name being mentioned, she snapped out of her thoughts. She was srated on the sofa of his living room and had been silent for a few long seconds. Ocean hues shifted towards him and a smile brightened her features, seeing Paul standing beside her. Her smile had faded the moment she began thinking, which was dangerous given that she had to keep appearances and not give off anything. The guilt on the situation lingered, unable to push it away.

The blonde lifted herself up from the sofa and body turned to face him. "Sorry I... remembered some things about work." Hand lifted to rub her temples with her tips as she mentioned the last words, gaze fixed on him. "It's been a while and I was looking forward to seeing you since the last time we were together. I hope you haven't got yourself into any trouble these days." After all, Polly cared for him. A hand moved to caress his cheek, her soft palm being tickled by his facial hair.