featuring Wadz & Cench

trigger warning: stripping, lust, allusions to threesomes?? this gets a bit unrealistic and  a lil freaky so just enjoy

(I love stripper imagines I was rewatching P-Valley so here y'all go)

NINE MONTHS AGO

Y/N screamed as they pushed her up against alley the wall. His fresh scar dripped with blood courtesy of Y/N's knife from before.

"You bitch, you're gonna pay for that!"

Using her foot she kicked his groin. With the wind knocked out of him he let her go. Y/N made her escape from the alley. Never turning back again.

"You can't run forever!"

NINE MONTHS LATER

Y/N was too busy laughing in the dressing room to realize that the house mother was behind her. Dressed from head to toe in something sexy, there wasn't an issue, except for the fact that she wasn't on the pole.

"Y/N, you need to go ahead now. I'm not playing with you, girl."

The girls stopped their conversation. Y/N turned around the glitter on her skin sparkling, "Look, Ms. Nina, it ain't like we making money anyways. We in the middle of fucking nowhere. Can't we just chill?"

The older woman scoffed and pointed towards the door, "Go!"

Y/N sucked her teeth but left her space. It was Friday night and they were supposed to be drowning in money. Ever since the pandemic their club just didn't seem to survive. Y/N only came to work for her friends.

Her carefree and free-spirited attitude left everyone feeling full. The stage lights flashed lowly dimming the space. Y/N could barely see the crowd if there was any. The DJ was a young boy trying to make some extra cash.

Y/N always looked at him like a little brother that played entirely too much, "Y'all better get y'all asses up because we got the best on the stage right now."

She side-eyed him in the booth as she stood by her assigned brass pole. Her signature music began to play and that's all it took for her to begin creating art. Her sculpted body spun around the pole.

Her head leaned back making it seem easy. She was like magic and every time she danced there was a spell on anybody who watched. After her set, she found her way to the bar. Her friend, Kayla, was busy pouring shots.

"Let me get one," Y/N whispered as she leaned over the bar top.

Kayla scoffed, "Hell no. You at work."

Y/N looked around the club motioning to the emptiness, "Bitch ain't nobody here. Why are you pouring so many drinks anyway?"

Kayla looked up at their VIP section, "We finally got a group here and they drink like they can handle their liquor."

Y/N discreetly took a look. There was a group of men dressed in casual outfits, none of that flashy shit. She turned back to her friend, "Well, I hope they tip you good."

"What are you doing here anyway Y/N?" Kayla asked plating the shots of patron and handing them to a bottle girl.

Y/N shrugged, "I was bored."

Kayla shook her head. The lights to the club dimmed again as another performer took the stage, "You got a whole life, Y/N but here you are waiting it away here. What are you running from?"

That question made her angry, "I think you're reaching a bit don't you think?"

Y/N stood outside the club waiting on her Uber. Out of her dance clothes, she wore spandex shorts and a sweatshirt. The cool summer breeze blew on her exposed skin. She jumped when a car rolled in front of her.

The window rolled down revealing two men, "You want a ride?"

Y/N looked around the empty parking lot. At three in the morning, the streets were unoccupied. Her stomach turned as she looked at the club behind her and back to the car.

Y/N sat in the back seat of their truck. She was nervous as they sat on either side of her. Their colognes mixed together blinding her senses.

"You seem nervous." Walid's voice was deep and tense.

Y/N almost passed out when his large hand squeezed her upper exposed thigh. She wanted to curse at herself for wearing shorts instead of sweatpants.

She let out a nervous laugh, "A little bit."

"You want something to ease yourself?" Cench asked taking her hand in his.

She shook her head, "I'm good."

"You aren't from here are you?" Wadz asked hearing her accent.

Y/N shook her head, "Not from Mississippi."

The silence was comfortable as the driver took her home. She couldn't see the front of the car with the dark partition. Her eyes scanned over the car it's evidence of luxury overtook her. She cleared her throat, "Who are you?"

"I don't think you should worry about that right now," Oakley muttered kissing the back of her hand.

"But we do have a proposition for you," Wadz spoke up again.

Y/N didn't know who to look at, "Go on."

Her body tensed when Oakley's lips came to the crease of her neck. He could still smell her body oil lingering on her soft skin. She felt her stomach tightened when her lips met Walid's.

Her eyes closed as their hands crept in between her legs. There she was sandwiched between two men as they touched her.

"Wait," Y/N whispered pushing them away from her but being in the backseat, it was impossible.

"You should come with us. You'll be taken care of." Cench told her.

"We know your situation, Y/N."

"How you're not to step foot back home. Or how you have so many debts to pay you're always coming up in trouble."

"It follows you but we can protect you."

She scoffed, "What's the catch since y'all know a lot about me."

"No catch."

"Both of us get to have our way with you though, if you agree."

Authors Note:

this started out as a stripper image and turned into something different lmfaooo

Vote and comment, this sucks idk I'm annoyed