narcissist/god complex!hollis X stripper!reader
tags: p in v, lap dance, spanking, hair pulling, choking, sucking toes, creampie, awkward tension, demanding hollis, blowjob, swallowing
The VIP room was quiet except for your ragged breathing and the distant thump of the club songs fading into the chatter of the miscellaneous patrons and dancers in the main room. The air hung heavy with the thick, musky scent of sex… sweat, arousal, and the sharp, spicy edge of Hollis’s cologne clinging to your skin. Your body still trembled from the intensity, thighs slick and sticky as Hollis tucked himself back into his jeans, his gaze dark and satisfied while watching his cum begin to leak down your inner thigh in warm, slow trails. He handed you his phone without a blink. “Put your number in. Text me the second you’re off work. Don’t make me wait.”
You nodded shyly, fingers trembling slightly as you typed under his watchful, intense stare. Something about his effortless authority made your usual boldness slip away. He’d just ruined you in the best way, and the lingering ache between your legs already had you craving more.
You finished your shift at 3 a.m., bone-tired but still buzzing with residual heat. The locker room smelled of baby wipes, perfume, and crumpled bills as you changed quickly. The cool night air hit your flushed skin as you slid into the driver’s seat of your car, the leather cool against your thighs. The second the door shut, sealing you in quiet, you grabbed your phone.
You: Hey, it’s Y/N. Just got off.
Hollis: Good girl. Knew you’d text right away. How much you make tonight?
You: Around $850. Not bad for a weeknight.
Hollis: Cute. I could give you way more than that if you earn it. I take care of what’s mine.
Hollis: Yeah. You’re coming on tour with me. Bus leaves in 2 days. Pack light.
You: I can’t. I have work.
Hollis: Already handled it with your boss. Paid him enough that he’s not expecting you back for a couple months. You’re with me now.
Hollis: I don’t joke about what I want. Be ready.
The conversation kept going late into the night, his messages confident and direct. He teased you about how soaked you’d been for him, told you exactly how he planned to have you again, and reminded you that good behavior got rewarded. You fell asleep with your phone warm in your hand, equal parts nervous and thrilled, the faint ache between your legs a constant reminder.
Two days later, you were stepping onto the tour bus. The vehicle hummed with low energy… the low rumble of the engine, the scent of leather seats, fast food, and faint cologne from the guys. Crew moved around, a few laughing in the front lounge. Hollis nodded at his friends, then grabbed your hand firmly, his grip warm and possessive, and pulled you straight to the back room. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing off the noise and leaving only the muffled vibration of the bus starting to move.
“I know you’re technically off work for the next couple months,” he said, voice low and commanding as he dropped onto the small couch, legs spread wide in that entitled way. “But that doesn’t mean you’re not gonna work for me. Strip. Then give me a dance.”
You weren’t used to this… performing privately like this, outside the club’s atmosphere and paid audience. The bus hummed beneath your feet, the faint scent of diesel and clean sheets mixing in the air. But the way he looked at you left no room for refusal. You peeled off your clothes slowly under his heavy gaze, the cool air raising goosebumps on your exposed skin. Almost completely bare, except for your heels and underwear, you stepped between his knees, heart pounding.
The bus rumbled softly as it pulled out onto the road. You started moving to the low beat leaking from a distant speaker in the front lounge, hips rolling fluidly, the faint vibration of the tires adding a rhythmic pulse. You turned, arching your back deeply and pressing your ass against his lap, grinding in slow, deliberate circles. The rough denim of his jeans dragged against your barely covered, sensitive pussy, sending sparks of heat through you. You glanced over your shoulder, catching his darkening eyes and the way his jaw tightened.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured, hands resting on your hips but not guiding yet… letting you work. The warmth of his palms seeped into your skin. “That’s it. Movin’ just like you did on that pole.”
You spun to face him, straddling his lap and rolling your body against his in a sensual wave. Your breasts brushed his chest with every motion, nipples hardening from the contact. One hand trailed down your own stomach, teasing between your legs before sliding back up, drawing a low groan from him. His breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling. You felt him hardening beneath you, the thick, insistent outline of his cock pressing hot and heavy against your core through his jeans.
“Shit, you’re good at this,” he said, voice rough with growing arousal. “Most girls get shy one-on-one. Not you. Keep going—show me why I picked you.”
You dropped lower, ass bouncing lightly against his thighs in a rhythmic twerk that made your cheeks ripple, then rose again, dragging your slick pussy along the hard bulge in his jeans with deliberate pressure. His hands finally tightened on your waist, fingers digging in possessively. “Yeah… just like that. You already got me hard as fuck. Keep earning it.”
The dance grew filthier, sweat beginning to slick your skin as you pressed your tits together, bouncing them inches from his face while grinding harder, the wet heat between your thighs soaking into his jeans. His cock throbbed visibly beneath you, straining against the fabric. “You feel that?” he asked, cocky smirk tugging at his lips. “That’s what you do to me. Most girls don’t get me this worked up this fast.”
By the end you were panting, skin flushed and slick with sweat, pussy aching and dripping from the power play. He wasn’t making another move, so you tried to reach for your clothes, but he stopped you with a firm hand on your wrist, grip unyielding.
“Nah. Not yet.” In one smooth motion he threw you onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight. The fabric of your bra and panties tore easily under his strong hands with a sharp rip. “I’ll buy you more. Don’t worry about it.”
He was on you immediately, rough and unrelenting, the bus’s steady vibration adding a constant, throbbing undertone. He flipped you onto all fours, the cool air contrasting with your heated skin. His hand cracked across your ass with a sharp, resounding smack that echoed in the small room, the sting blooming hot and sharp across your cheek. “Arch that back,” he ordered. You obeyed instantly, pushing your ass higher, presenting yourself to him. He thrust in deep in one powerful stroke, stretching your slick walls around his thick cock, the sudden fullness forcing a loud moan from your throat.
“Fuck—yes,” you moaned, gripping the sheets tightly, the fabric bunching under your fingers.
“That’s right. Take this big dick.” He set a punishing pace, hips snapping against you with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room, his balls slapping rhythmically against your clit. One hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back firmly, the pull sending tingles across your scalp. “So fucking tight. You love this, don’t you? Being manhandled by me.”
His other hand wrapped around your throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make your head spin deliciously, the pressure heightening every sensation as he pounded deeper. The mix of roughness and his arrogant confidence turned you on more than you wanted to admit… your pussy clenching greedily around him with every thrust. He spanked you again and again, harder each time, the sharp impacts leaving your ass warm and tingling.
He switched positions fluidly, pulling out with a wet sound and flipping you onto your back. He pushed your legs wide apart, exposing you completely, then lifted one foot to his mouth. While pounding into you in deep, steady, relentless strokes… his cock dragging perfectly against your G-spot with every thrust, he sucked on your toes, tongue swirling hot and wet around them while keeping his eyes on yours, the filthy sensation making your eyes roll back. The contrast of his dominant thrusts and the intimate, degrading act pushed you closer and closer to the edge, your moans growing louder and more desperate.
“Look at me,” he growled, releasing your foot to choke you lightly again, his hand firm around your throat as he stared down at you with that cocky intensity. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” you gasped, obeying instantly, voice breathy and wrecked.
He smirked, clearly pleased with your submission. Another hard, grinding thrust hit your G-spot perfectly, sending you spiraling. You came hard, clenching violently around his thick length, waves of pleasure crashing through you as your body shook and your juices coated him. But he didn’t stop… flipping you again onto your stomach, fucking you from behind with even more force, the slap of skin on skin loud and rhythmic, until he finally buried himself deep to the hilt and came with a low, satisfied groan, flooding you with hot, thick spurts that you felt pulsing inside.
You laid naked and breathless on the bed, body marked with handprints, sweat-slicked and glowing, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. The room smelled overwhelmingly of sex now. Hollis reached for his jeans, pulled out a thick stack of hundreds, and threw it over you. The bills fluttered down across your tits, stomach, and thighs in a cool cascade… easily a thousand dollars landing softly on your heated skin.
He chuckled, low and satisfied, eyes tracing the sight. “Keep behaving and you’ll make more than you ever did at that shitty club in no time. Good girl.”
The bus arrived at the first venue. You filed off with the group into the bustling backstage area, the air buzzing with equipment hums and distant crowd noise from the long line wrapped around the block. Hollis grabbed your hand and led you up to the balcony. “You haven’t earned side stage yet. You’ll sit here with some of my friends for now.”
You nodded, expecting familiar faces from the bus. Later, as the show neared, you climbed to your spot with a strong drink in hand, the plastic cup cool and condensation-slick against your palm. Three other girls were already there, chatting and laughing, their nauseating perfume mixing in the air. They turned when you approached.
One smirked. “Oh, you must be a new one. Let me guess—stripper he met at the club and just had to have? Am I right?”
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but you nodded. “Yeah… something like that.”
Another giggled. “How’d you get here? Did he send a driver, or did you drive yourself?”
You shook your head. “Actually, I’m staying on the tour bus with Hollis.”
Their expressions shifted to stunned silence, then forced smiles. “Wait, seriously? On the bus?” one asked, jealousy clear in her tone. “None of us ever got that.”
The conversation stayed awkward. “So… how long you been talking to him?” another asked, eyes narrowing slightly. You kept answers short, feeling their curious and envious stares. They clearly weren’t thrilled about the new girl getting special treatment.
The lights dropped and the show started. The crowd’s roar was deafening, a wall of sound that vibrated through your chest. Hollis exploded onto the stage… raw energy, sharp lyrics, commanding presence under the bright lights and pulsing bass. You’d only seen clips before. Live, he was magnetic, owning every inch of the stage as sweat glistened on his skin and the fans screamed.
During one specific song… you think it was called whiplash, he looked straight up toward the balcony and winked. The girls beside you squealed, assuming it was for them. You knew better. That wink was yours.
After the show, your phone buzzed.
Hollis: Hang back a bit. Gotta meet some fans and sign shit. Then come to the bus.
You waited, then said quick, tense goodbyes to the groupies. Their jealousy was obvious as you headed out alone.
By the time you reached the bus, Hollis was stepping out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets tracing glistening paths down his exposed chest and abs, the scent of fresh soap cutting through the air.
“How’d you like sitting with my friends?” he asked, smirking as he toweled his hair roughly.
You shrugged. “They seemed… surprised I’m on the bus with you. And a little jealous.”
He laughed lightly. “They’re just girls who come around sometimes. You’re different. You’re actually here. Don’t overthink it.”
The air thickened again. “Get on your knees,” he demanded.
Like in a trance, you sank down instantly onto the carpeted floor. He dropped the towel, revealing his hardening cock, and sat on the edge of the couch. “Go on. It’s not gonna suck itself.”
You leaned in, taking him into your mouth slowly at first… tongue swirling around the smooth, flushed head, tasting the clean skin fresh from the shower with a faint hint of soap. You worked deeper, hollowing your cheeks and sucking with wet, rhythmic pressure, hand stroking the thick base you couldn’t fit. The salty-musk flavor of him grew stronger as he hardened fully on your tongue.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, one hand resting lightly on your head, fingers threading through your hair. “Look at you. So eager.” You bobbed faster, taking him to the back of your throat, gagging slightly but pushing through, saliva dripping down your chin as you worked him sloppily. His hips twitched involuntarily, cock throbbing hot and heavy against your tongue, veins pulsing.
“You like that?” you asked breathlessly during a brief pause, looking up at him with watery eyes, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock.
“You know I fucking like that,” he replied, voice rough with arousal, hips bucking subtly. “Keep going. Just like that—fuck.”
He grew more vocal as you worked him… deep groans and curses filling the room, his abs tensing visibly, hand tightening in your hair to guide your rhythm. His cock twitched wildly on your tongue, growing even harder. “Shit—gonna cum. Swallow it all.”
He erupted down your throat with a deep, guttural groan, pulsing hard in thick, hot spurts that you swallowed eagerly around him. You didn’t pull away until he relaxed, every drop taken as he smirked down at you with that cocky satisfaction. “Good girl. You’re learning fast.”
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