AN: So this chapter will be a little on the mature side. There will be a lemon, but I will put a warning before and after if you want to skip it. The chapter will MOSTLY be Buttercup and Butch, but the others will make an appearance. Enjoy the story :)
Chapter 9: Challenge 9
Butch's POV
I woke up to my alarm the next morning and almost forgot why I was waking up so early. I sat up and began to shiver and I suddenly remembered why, it was time to get ready for rehab and the only thing that was going to get me through this was Buttercup. I opened my phone and texted her to make sure she was awake.
When I didn't get a response, I called her, being late would only make it worse. It rang five times and right when I thought she wouldn't pick up, I heard a groggy voice on the other side of the line.
"Whaaat?" I laughed a little at her childish response to being woken up so early.
"We have somewhere to be cupcake, wake up." I expected a complaint, but instead I heard the sound of rustling blankets and a loud thump.
"I'm ok! I'm getting ready now, come to my house and I can drive us there. I'll bring the note and you can read it to me in the car. See ya soon!" I laughed at her panicked voice and hung up.
I decided on a quick shower with my pine scented body wash. It only took about five minutes and I hopped out and took three minutes to shave. I walked out of the bathroom to my room and opened my drawers, tossing a pair of black basketball shorts, a black t-shirt with a green adidas logo on the front and a pair of black mid calf socks onto my bed. I put on a pair of boxers and quickly got changed into the clothes I had picked out. After getting dressed, I walked back into the bathroom and brushed my teeth with my fresh mint toothpaste then spiked my hair to its normal look with just the right amount of hair gel.
I walked back to my room and slipped on a pair of green and black Nike free runs. Once deciding I looked ok, I ran down the stairs and passed my brothers, well, tried to.
"Butch, where the hell are you going so early?" Brick was the only one who was usually up at this time.
"I'm going to rehab, I'm tired of living off heroin Brick." He gave me a surprised look, but he also offered a kind smile.
"I'm proud of you bro. What changed your mind?" I looked nervously to the side and back at him.
"Promise not to laugh?" He nodded honestly. "I think I'm in love with a superhero…" my brother kept true to his word and didn't laugh only looked slightly confused. He knew the puffs were the only superheroes around here.
"Which one?" I looked at him and decided to be honest with him.
"Buttercup. It's actually kinda funny, she turned out to be the hot one! But it's not just that! She's also one of the funniest people I've ever met and even though she's in a really bad situation, she always acts strong around her sisters and in the public eye." Recognition lit up in Brick's red eyes.
"Oh yeah! She's been all over the news lately doing all that crazy shit! What got into her?" I sighed in frustration, even my brother thought she was going crazy.
"HIM has her in the middle of one of his fifty challenge deals where if she doesn't complete them he'll kill the Professor. Don't tell anyone though or he's gonna kill him anyways. I'm only telling you because we're related to HIM and could go to his lair whenever we want." Brick nodded solemnly.
"Poor girl… well I won't hold you up any longer, get your ass to rehab, good luck!" I smiled to my brother and flew to Buttercup's house appearing outside her window, only to see her in the middle of changing with only her shorts and a sexy green and black bra on. I quickly looked away, knowing she would actually kill me if she caught me staring at her. I knocked on her window with my eyes covered with my hand so she wouldn't think I saw anything.
"Butch, you can open your eyes, it's not like I'm completely naked. You can come in too." I uncovered my eyes and flew in to see her still looking for a shirt.
"You know cupcake, that's a real good look on you." I snaked my hands around her bare waist and turned her around to face me so I could see her blush.
"Wanna help me find a shirt?" She wanted to finish getting ready, but I knew we had at least thirty minutes before we had to leave.
"We have plenty of time Buttercup. Why don't we leave the shirt off for now and pick up where we left off last night..?" She shifted nervously, but I could see the sparkle in her eyes when she looked up at me. To my surprise, she leaned up and kissed me, pushing me back into her bed. I had never been on the bottom before, but for her, I didn't really mind. Her hands found their way to the bottom of my shirt and started to pull it up, It was only fair since she didn't have hers on.
We broke apart for only a second for me to completely remove my shirt. She came back in to continue and I was happy to join in. She nibbled at my lip, signaling to go a little farther. I slid my tongue between her lips, feeling how soft they were before entering her mouth. She tasted so good, like a cinnamon apple and I wanted more. I ran my fingers into her hair and pulled her closer to me so that we couldn't possibly be any closer.
She let out an almost inaudible moan, but I heard it and moved my other hand down to her ass to give it a squeeze in hopes for a louder one. I got my way as she moaned a little louder, flicking her tongue over mine before lightly tickling the roof of my mouth. It was getting to be too much for me and I flipped us over so that I was on top. She stared up at me, her face flushed and her lips looking even bigger than normal from our earlier kissing. I held her bare shoulders on the bed and I leaned back down to kiss her again. She kept it innocent for a while, but I wanted to move a little faster right now. I pressed my hips to hers and used one hand to grab her bra covered breast. As expected, she gasped and I took the opportunity to trace her open mouth with my tongue. She tangled both of her hands in my hair, pulling me even closer to her. I ran my hands across her toned stomach and back up, feeling everything, stopping at her face where I held her cheeks.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and just like deja vu, the door flew open and a loud gasp was heard. I fell off of Buttercup in a panic and she sat up an angry look on her face.
"What the hell Bloss! This is my room, do you know PRIVACY?" She got up and continued looking for a shirt while I put mine back on and tried to fix my hair.
"Buttercup! The professor would've KILLED you if he was here to see that!" Her head snapped around and glared at Blossom.
"The professor isn't here Blossom. And he won't be any time soon. Now get out so I can finish getting ready. Butch and I have to leave soon anyways." The older sister sighed in defeat and walked out of the room. I walked behind her and pulled out a dark gray t-shirt with a knot in the front and grabbed a black baseball cap for her to wear. I looked across the room to see a pair of black flip flops and gave her those as well. I was a genius.
She put them on and gave me that smile I had learned to love within the years I had known her. "Thanks Butch." She leaned up on her tiptoes and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips that I found I loved just as much as our make out just a few minutes ago.
I draped my arm across her shoulders and walked downstairs and outside to BC's car. Once we got in the car and started driving, I pulled the ninth challenge out of my pocket.
"Do you want me to read it to you now?" She gave me a quick glance to see what I was talking about and turned her attention back to the road.
"Yeah, might as well hear it now. I'd have to read it later by myself if you didn't." I nodded and began to read the red paper.
"Dear, dear, Buttercup. It seems one of my sons are quite fond of you, and he isn't the only one. According to online polls, between you and your sisters, 87% of voters would rather see you naked and 76% would want to have sex with you. I'm sure you've lived the life as a celebrity long enough to know that you don't want to disappoint your fans- I don't like where this is going." I looked to her to see an uncomfortable look on her unusually pale face.
"I don't either… continue anyways." I nodded and got back to the letter.
"You don't want to disappoint your fans so my next challenge for you will satisfy some of their desires. I have a friend who runs a strip club in Central Townsville. You're looking for a club named: 'The Candy Cage'. Tonight, you are going to guest star as a stripper in place of one of the regulars since she had quite the accident. Her shift is from 7-11 PM. The catch is you have to act the part, you can't fight anything, unless it's against the rules of the club, and you can't fight anyone. Have fun tonight, I'll make sure your fans know all about this outing so that you can have a good audience. Don't worry, it won't be too bad, I'll let you keep the money. Good luck Buttercup, think next time before you turn one of my sons against me." I started at the letter and glanced over it again, hoping I had read it wrong. I glanced over to her and I could see she had a wall up to hide what she was feeling.
"I don't even know how to be a stripper. How am I even supposed to do this?" Her voice was empty as if it was being forced, which it probably was.
"Just look up some YouTube videos, honestly they have the best tutorials. Well, that or watch videos of strippers…" I watched as her grip tightened on the wheel and she tried not to blow up.
"I don't want to do this." She spoke through clenched teeth and I couldn't tell if it was because she was angry, holding back tears, or both. I moved my hand to rest it comfortingly on her thigh.
"It'll be okay, I promise. They have rules in strip clubs where they can't have sex with any of the strippers unless they allow it. Even then, at least it would be private and only one person could have you since there's a one person limit. You aren't a virgin are you?" Her nose scrunched up and she moved her leg out from under my hand.
"Why does everyone think I'm not? Is there something about me that says I'm the whore of the family?" I flinched at the implication and realized that I probably shouldn't have brought up a sensitive topic at this very moment.
"Shit that's not what I meant cupcake! People don't think that of you, you're not even close to that. If anything, they only think that since you're the wild one out of your sisters and the challenge is kinda playing that up." I saw her curl her lip in frustration and I honestly felt bad for her.
"Butch, I am a virgin. I don't want to lose that even if I seem like the type who already has… What am I gonna do?" I looked at her uneasily, but an idea that just might work popped in my head.
"Look, if I can get out of rehab tonight, even if I have to break out, I'll go and I'll take you in the back to have sex with me and we can just do whatever you want. Plus, I don't want anyone else taking your virginity, especially if you aren't ready…" I didn't even realize that we were in a parking garage until the car stopped, but I was glad we were. She leaned across the console and kissed me gently and lovingly, something I could definitely get used to.
"Thanks Butch… you're the best." She laced her small hand with my big one as we walked into the hospital and I smiled at the feeling.
Buttercup's POV
We walked in the hospital hand in hand and I somehow felt safe. We walked up to the front where a lady reading a magazine was sitting. We stopped in front of her and as soon as she noticed our presence, the looked me over and gave a disgusted look. I held onto Butch's hand tighter and squirmed from the discomfort of the situation.
"Um… can I help you?" Her tone had a little too much attitude for my liking, but luckily Butch spoke up.
"Yeah, actually. She's coming with me as moral support for rehab. Do you know where the rehabilitation center is?" The lady looked embarrassed and I squeezed his hand to show my thanks, he squeezed back. She gave us directions, all while avoiding all eye contact and right when we turned our backs, she called out to me.
"Let's see how a cute little virgin does in a strip club!" My whole body stiffened and I whipped around and stormed over to the reception desk. I grabbed her shirt and pulled her closer to face me.
"Where the FUCK did you hear about that?!" She stared with wide eyes and I honestly thought she would have a heart attack, so I dropped her back in her chair.
"It's in the magazine!" I looked at the article and it had a list of all the other places it was.
"Star, People, Townsville Talk, Playboy?, ew, Townsville Times, Townsville news channel, Fox News, BBC, and TIME? TIME doesn't even do these kinds of articles! Who the hell published this?!" The lady flinched in fear and whimpered. I looked at the place where there should be an author, but there was none. I growled and stormed back to Butch, trying to ignore the situation for the time being.
"It'll be ok cupcake, trust me." My mood brightened a little and we walked to the rehabilitation center. Once we got there, the lady at the reception desk gave us a weird look.
"Umm, what are you two doing here together? Aren't you like mortal enemies?" I let out a low growl, but Butch gave me a light elbow and a stern glare that told me to calm down. He didn't see the devious smirk I sent him. I grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him in for a long kiss, sticking my tongue into it as soon as possible to let the lady know good and well that we got along just fine. He came out of his shocked state as soon as my tongue flicked over his and he kissed back with just as much enthusiasm before I pulled back and gave a smug look to the receptionist.
"We get along JUST fine." She handed some paperwork, not able to say anything and pointed in the direction we were supposed to go. "Thanks DOLL." I sent a sarcastic smile over my shoulder and walked in the direction she told us to go in.
Kitty's POV
"Babe, wake up! Your friend is all over the tabloids, and not in a good way." I shot up in my bed and my eyes met with emerald ones.
"What? Buttercup?" He nodded and pulled out Star Magazine, shoving it in my hands.
"Yeah, her. It's the top story." I flipped to the first story in the magazine to see eight pictures of my spunky friend, one from each stunt. The ninth picture confused me though, it was a picture of 'The Candy Cage', a popular strip club in central Townsville.
"She never had anything to do with a strip club, this is fake!" Bradley just kept his gaze even with mine.
"You might wanna read it babe." I looked back down at the magazine and froze at the headline: "Teen Superhero Gone Wild: Guest Appearance at Strip Club?". I shook my head, not believing a word it said. I read the article to be sure I read it right.
"Teen superhero, Buttercup Utonium, seems to have gone wild after her father, Professor John Utonium, went on a business trip. Not even two days after he left, the 18 year old shocked many bystanders by laying on the train tracks, waiting until the train was a second away before moving. The risky behavior didn't stop there, and in fact, it seems that she had a new stunt each day, including jumping from a moving car, publicly skinny dipping, walking between skyscrapers on a rope, riding a motorcycle through Townsville at over 100 mph, rumors of her showing up to a drinking party, overdosing on drugs, and just yesterday, volunteering to take part in escaping a water torture chamber.
Many people are wondering what her next stunt will be and we just might have the answer. A tip came from popular strip club "The Candy Cage" that one of their strippers were not able to perform and Buttercup Utonium would be taking her shift from 7-11 PM tonight. Has one of Townsville's heros finally gone off the deep end? It's definitely a possibility." I could only stare blinking at the article that totally degraded my best friend, something that made me mad.
"WHAT THE FUCK! This isn't true Bradley! She didn't tell me about this!" His stare was hard and slightly disgusted.
"She's a bad influence baby… Maybe you should stay away from her until her little identity crisis blows over." He gave me a condescending look that made me want to SCREAM!
"BRADLEY WHY DO YOU HATE HER? SHE'S ACTUALLY SUCH A GOOD PERSON IF YOU WOULD ACTUALLY TRY TO TALK WITH HER!" Halfway through my outburst I started to cry, why couldn't they just get along, couldn't he see she needed support right now? How could he expect me to just ditch her? His eyes filled with regret and guilt as he tried to comfort me.
"No, babe, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I'll try to get along with her, I swear! Please don't cry love, I hate seeing you so upset…" his thumbs wiped the tears from my cheeks and offered me a small smile. I smiled back to him and pulled him close to me.
"Thanks Bradley… I love you." He pressed a loving kiss into my hair.
"I love you too Kitty, I'll do anything to keep you happy." I smiled and snuggled into his chest to go back to sleep.
Blossom's POV
After my sister left, I walked downstairs to see my youngest sister gaping at the newspaper, something she NEVER reads.
"Uh… hey Bubbles, since when do you read the newspaper?" She flinched out of her daze and turned to me with a pale face.
"Did you know that Buttercup is working at a strip club tonight?" I did a double take abe snatched the paper from her hands. I immediately found the article headed: "Good Girl Gone Bad". I read the short passage to find out what had Bubbles so shocked.
"Buttercup Utonium, 18 year old superhero, has noticeably stepped out of her typical good girl superhero routine as of late to take up a wild child reputation. From jumping out of cars to walking between skyscrapers, the young hero has made quite the name for herself. Most citizens in Townsville have been viewing this as a childish act for attention, but just today, an announcement was made from Central Townsville's most popular strip club, 'The Candy Cage', that the middle Utonium sister was moving to more adult things and would be guest starring in place of one of their strippers from 7-11 PM. This new behavior leaves many people wondering: Will her two sisters soon follow in her footsteps?" I didn't believe it, they had to have been wrong.
"Bubbles, they probably just got the wrong information or it's just some gossip!" She didn't respond, but she shoved three more magazines in my face: 'Time', 'People', and 'Star'. All of the magazines had similar articles to the newspaper as their main story. I shook my head subconsciously.
"What's wrong with her? Why is she doing this to herself?" Bubbles sounded genuinely concerned and at this point I was also very worried for her future as well.
Buttercup's POV
I walked out of the rehab center with Butch, hoping they wouldn't say anything about him leaving even though he wasn't discharged. We were right in front of the exit when we were stopped by a demanding voice.
"Excuse me, but he wasn't discharged. He needs to stay for a few more days." I met the lady with the kindest fake smile I could muster and spoke in a nice voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll make sure he's back tomorrow. Thanks for everything!" I tapped her cheek sarcastically and walked out with Butch while she was still frozen in her surprise.
Once we got in my car, we both started laughing hysterically. "SHE COULDN'T EVEN AHAHAHAHAH MOVE! B, YOU GOT HER SO GOOD!" Butch was hollering in the passenger seat and I couldn't find it in myself to breathe as the look on the older woman's face replayed over and over again in my head.
"HEY YOU TWO GET BACK HERE!" That sobered me up real fast. I put the car in reverse and skirted right outta that parking lot and away from the enraged hospital worker. We pulled up to Butch's house since I didn't want to deal with a lecture from Blossom about this morning.
"Ok, I need to learn how to be a stripper. Like it or not, it has to be done and I'm not about to make a fool of myself. You get to help me." I turned off my car and we walked inside the house, which was luckily empty. He gently took my hand and led me to the gym, which to my surprise had a pole.
"Do I even want to know why you have a pole in here?" He blushed and a sheepish look came over his face.
"What? It's just for decoration, I swear!" I shrugged and walked over to a computer in the corner of the gym and looked up stripping tutorials, by far THE most awkward thing I've ever looked up. He walked up beside me and rested his hand on my hip.
"Find anything good?" I nodded and pulled up a few videos of pole dancing, lap dancing, and stripping. As we marathoned on stripping tutorials, I started to feel increasingly uncomfortable with what I was going to have to do. Everyone probably knew and would more than likely show up just to see what a bad girl Buttercup Utonium is turning out to be.
After the tenth video, I figured I had already watched ten too many and decided to just go for it. I turned off the computer and broke away from Butch's grip. He gave me a questioning look, but he knew what was up when he saw I was making my way over to the pole.
"Ok B, here's how it's gonna work. I'm not gonna lie, I've been to a strip club before and the best strippers always strip to their bra and panties, which is always a thing and lacy, before pole dancing." I nodded and he turned on a song that made me flush in embarrassment: Pony by William Singe.
"Butch! Fuck no!" He only laughed and refused to turn it off.
"You could have to dance to something worse tonight, so just do this for me." I growled in defeat and began to dance to the highly inappropriate song. I eased into it by rolling my body to the beat of the song and shook my hips seductively whenever I felt it in the music. I started by pulling my shirt off. I slowly inched it up, revealing my toned stomach. I didn't fully take off the shirt until I gave a peek at my lacy green and black bra. Once I pulled it off, I tugged at the waistline of my denim shorts and sauntered over to where Butch was sitting. I looked him dead in the eyes and bit my lip as I sent him a seductive smirk. By the look on his face, I was doing a GREAT job. I winked at him as I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, revealing the front of my panties but stopped there to straddle his lap.
I grinded into him on rhythm with the song and leaned in close enough so he could get a close up of my uncovered chest. At a break between verses, I slid off of him and worked my shorts down my legs, kicking them up so I could catch them and toss them over my shoulder. My lacy black thong with a green ribbon were now completely visible and from the flush on his face, Butch liked what he saw.
I sent him a wink before turning around and swaying my hips purposefully as I walked towards the pole. I put one hand on it and squatted down before standing back up, running my body along the cool metal. After I was standing again, I started to grind on the pole to the song. I put my other hand on the pole and turned so my back was facing the pole, my hands above my head. I tightened my grip and pulled myself up so that I was completely upside down, one of my legs wrapped around and one was straight up. I performed a slow walkover but on the pole, which was difficult, but I managed to pull it off.
After landing back on my feet, I used my hands to swing around the pole and flipped myself up, using my legs to spin myself around the second time. This time I slid down it like a fireman's pole and grinded on it again once my feet touched the floor. As the song came to a close, I hopped onto it and finished with the splits, still holding myself up.
Butch stood up quickly and was clapping loudly. I slowly eased myself down and stood half naked in front of him. "How was that?"
"B, there is no fucking way you've never done this before! You were AMAZING! That was by far the best pole dancing I've ever seen and you are by far the hottest stripper I've ever seen. The matching bra and thong totally give you extra points too." I blushed at the praise and walkEd over to hug him.
"Thank you SO much Butch! I have honestly never done this before and I was so nervous…" he pulled away and put his large finger under my chin, tilting my head up so I would be facing him.
"It was all my pleasure babe, you gave me quite a show." He closed the small space between us and let his lips crash onto mine. His hands roamed to my uncovered ass and gave it a hard squeeze, making my gasp, which gave him an opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. I let my tongue curl around his and released it soon after. His tongue traced the inside of my mouth and once he was done, I did the same with his, he tasted like cool mint. He pulled me even closer by my butt and ran one of his hands along the curve of my waist, my hand found their way to the back of his neck, playing with some of his hair that I could reach. We were both starting to get really into the kiss when the door was flung open and Butch's two brothers walked in, freezing when they caught sight of the two of us.
Brick gave me a once over and gave Butch a sly grin. "So she really is a stripper… Never thought she had it in her." I growled lowly at the ginger and Butch pulled me closer to him. I was about to speak, but Butch beat me to it.
"Shut the fuck up Brick. It's not her fucking choice you fucking asshole. Just leave us alone." The smirk fell right off of both of the brothers' faces.
"Shit, I'm sorry. I totally forgot about HIM… Look, all of us are behind you. It might not be too much considering we used to be villains, but if you ever need anything we're here." I peeked out from behind Butch, a small smile on my face.
"Thanks…" Boomer opened his mouth to say something, but before he could my phone started ringing. I glared over at my shorts, where my phone still was, and walked over to pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Buttercup, what's wrong with you? Why didn't you at least tell us?!" Um… what?
"Uh, Bloss, you're gonna have to be a little more specific than that, what did I do again?"
"When did you become a stripper?! What were you thinking?"
"Oh. That. Well, I just found out like an hour ago myself, so don't be mad at me." There was a small silence on the other side.
"That makes no sense… Then who said you would do it?" I wanted so badly to spill about the challenge, but I knew he would kill the Professor if I did.
"I don't know, but I'm pissed at whoever did it because now people are actually thinking I've gone crazy!"
"Whatever, just get home Buttercup."
"Um I can't right now…" I headed an exasperated sigh on her side of the call.
"Why not?"
"I'm practicing for tonight so I don't completely embarrass myself. Plus, I need to be there in an hour and I still need to buy something stripper like to wear."
"You know what, do what you want, I'll see you when you get home." I started to say goodbye, but she hung up before I could get a word out. She was so moody…
I turned to Butch and gave him a nervous look. "Can you come shopping with me to find an outfit for tonight?" His smile grew until it almost scared me, he was about to pick out THE Slut first clothes he could find, but to my surprise he said something different.
"You don't need an outfit, just lingerie and heels. I only had you strip because I wanted to see how sexy you looked doing it." My face flushed in embarrassment.
"Butch! Whatever, come help me pick that out, I don't have any." His smirk grew and he nodded.
"I will GLADLY take you lingerie shopping." His brothers chuckled with him and growled lowly. I put my clothes back on and grabbed his hand to drag him to my car.
"I only have an hour so we gotta hurry." He happily hopped in the car with me and we sped off to the mall. Once we got there, we walked straight to Victoria's Secret. Almost as soon as we walked in, a lady walked up to us with a big smile on her face.
"Buttercup Utonium, I'm glad you came! Someone by the name of Henry Ishad Mason left you something he said you needed to wear tonight! Would you like to try it on?" My face paled at the name, the initials spelled out HIM. Instead of trying to speak through the lump in my throat, I only nodded. She led me to the back and gave me a bag.
"If you need any help there's a button inside the changing room." I nodded again and closed the door, pulling out whatever HIM wanted me to wear. I pulled out a small piece of see through fabric, only the built in bra wasn't see through. I reluctantly put it on and stared at myself in the mirror in horror. You could see EVERYTHING! I thought it would cover my boobs, but the material was so skimpy it covered very little. Below the built in excuse for a bra, a criss cross strap connected them and went down into black see through material that only covered the middle section of my stomach, not that it covered anything anyways and curved back out to wrap around my hips and faded into a thong in the back, a very small one that might as well not be there. Even the very bottom was see through, like you could SEE my… lady parts. Luckily it was darker than the rest of it, but if anyone looked hard enough, they could see it.
I jumped when I heard a knock on the door, but felt relieved when I heard Butch's voice. "Let's see it B." I nervously peeked my head out of the door to meet his expectant eyes. "Come on, all the way out." I cringed and looked around to see a lot of couples lingerie shopping.
"It's really, REALLY revealing Butch…" he only chuckled and gave me an amused look.
"It's supposed to be revealing babe. It's lingerie." I gave him one last hesitant look, but complied and stepped out of the dressing room. Butch's mouth dropped and his face turned red.
"Hot DAMN! Remind me to thank HENRY later!" His outburst caught the attention of every guy in the store, who now had similar faces as Butch. I felt the heat of every glare of EVERY female customer in the store and I shifted uncomfortably.
"Turn around babe, let's see that ass." My face only heated up more as more guys shamelessly crowded around.
"Butch, I don't think-" He raised his brow at me and motioned for me to turn around. I sighed in defeat and turned around. I heard more than one whistle and I wanted to curl up and die. Apparently Butch heard it too and didn't appreciate all the attention I was getting at the moment.
"Hey fuck off, get back to your OWN girlfriends!" I decided to have a little fun with him.
"You know, a lot more people are going to be watching me tonight…" He pouted and gave me a childish look.
"Well then I'll wait for tonight, go change, too many people are looking." I shrugged and started to walk back into the room, but was stopped by an employee.
"Wait! I'm sorry, but can I get a picture to send to HQ? Honestly, you look like you could be an angel. Just strike a pose or something and try to look sexy." I shrugged, I've done photo shoots before. I cocked my hip and let one arm fall to the side while the other one slightly messed up my hair. I slightly turned my head to the side and glanced back at the camera, leaving my lips slightly parted. The lady snapped like three pictures then had me turn around. I was at an angle so that I could look over my shoulder, but the whole back was still visible. I rested my hand lightly on my shoulder and looked over my shoulder, lightly biting my lip. The lady got a few more before thanking me for my time and walking off.
Once again, all of the guys were crowded around the area and Butch sent them all a nasty glare before turning back to me. "Go change." I laughed at his jealousy and I decided to put his mind to rest. I walked back in the changing room and put back on my normal clothes. I came out and he pulled me close to him protectively.
"I hate HIM." He looked around and saw all the guys still looking so he surprised me by kissing me passionately right in front of them. He shoved his tongue down my throat and I returned the kiss until he pulled away to glare at all of the onlookers.
"Never took you for the jealous type babe." I smirked up at him and he pulled my close to him so I could smell his intoxicating pine scent.
"I wasn't until I met you B." I giggled and we walked to a nearby shoe store to find some heels. Almost immediately upon walking in, Butch picked up a pair of black six inch platform heels that had two straps on my ankles. I tried them on and he was surprised when I could walk just fine in them.
"You're getting these babe, they make your legs look sexy as fuck." I laughed and agreed so we bought the shoes. We headed out of the mall with two bags and hopped back in my car.
"Ok so now we're off to the strip club, it's already six and I should get there early to get changed and to get a rundown on what to do." He nodded and I drove to The Candy Cage. I parked in the back lot of the club and walked in through the back with both bags. The manager walked up to me with a grin on his face.
"Glad you got here early. Here's the deal: you go on stage and dance on the pole for a song and then you walk around and socialize and flirt with the guests. They'll probably pay you extra for a private show, which is where you take them to one of the private rooms, which are in the back and dance for them and/or on them. Private shows should only last for a half hour. Just a warning, they CAN touch you however they want and if they pay you, it's part of your job to let them. Your room is the fifth one from the right. In between private shows, you are expected to be out in the open and you get off at 11. Sound good?" I wanted to throw up but I nodded reluctantly instead.
"Ok, great! Go get changed and you'll be in about an hour. Do whatever you need to be prepared before then and don't come out before 7." I nodded and once he left I shot Butch a panicked look.
•••ENTERING LEMON SECTION•••
"I don't wanna lose my virginity to a creepy old dude!" I was on the verge of crying and he pulled me close to him and leaned down and whispered in my ear.
"Would you mind losing it to me?" I pulled back and stared at him in shock.
"What do you mean?" He looked at me lovingly and brushed a tear from my cheek that I didn't even notice before.
"I could take it for you right now so you won't have to lose it to a creepy old guy. You have an hour and that's more than enough time. If you don't want to, I'm not going to force you, but it's an option." The way he looked at me told me he meant it, that he didn't just want to fuck me because he was horny and wanted to get his dick wet. I thought about it for a while, but one look into his eyes made my decision for me.
I jumped on him and he caught me by my legs, holding me up as I kissed him, my hands already in his hair. I pulled away after a second and looked him in the eyes.
"Please be gentle?" His eyes held a sincerity I hadn't seen before in him as he nodded. He walked me back into changing room and grabbed a condom from a glass jar. How convenient. He kissed me gently and lightly moved his hands over my body as I laid on a large couch in the dressing room. I moaned quietly at his light touch. As he was kissing me, he tugged at the bottom of my shirt. I sat up and broke away for a moment so he could pull it off of me. He leaned back in for a kiss and pushed me back down on my back, letting his kissed trail down my neck but being careful not to leave a hickey, something I was grateful for. I snuck my hands under his shirt and felt his hard six pack. He pulled away and pulled his shirt off and repositioning himself so he was sitting up. I got the hint and sat on his lap and began grinding on him like I did earlier today.
This time, he let his hands trail up to my chest and slid his hands back to the hook. He gave me a questioning look as if he was asking my permission and I answered him with a passionate kiss. He smiled into it and I felt my bra get looser. I pulled away and let my bra slide off my shoulders and I felt oddly exposed. Nobody had ever seen me like this before.
He must've sensed my discomfort because he looked at me in the eyes and grazed his hands lightly over them.
"You're absolutely beautiful." I smiled and kissed him again and continued grinding on him as his hands were occupied with my D cups. I blushed as I felt something hard press against my crotch and he pulled away, smiling at me as he tugged at my shorts. I got up and pulled my shorts down my legs, showing the thong that he got to see a few hours ago. I looked up to see him in a pair of boxers and felt my stomach knot up at the size of his bulge. He tilted my head up to look into his eyes and he gave me a loving look.
"It'll be ok B, I promise." I swallowed the lump in my throats and nodded. He picked me up and laid me back down on the couch. He started grinding on me and I started to feel more aroused as I felt his hard on rub against me. I moved my hands down to his boxers and slid them under the waistband to feel him. He was already hard and I knew he was taking it slow for me, but I wanted him now.
"Butch?" He looked at me and go the message. He pulled down his underwear and I tried to hide my nerves at the sight of how big he was. He pulled at my underwear and I lifted my legs so he could slide them off easily. He looked me in the eyes and smiled.
"Beautiful." I smiled and blushed and he kissed my entrance. I let out a pleasured moan at the feeling. I gasped when I felt two fingers go in me and whimpered from how good it felt as he moved them around. He inserted another finger and I covered my mouth as I moaned loudly as I felt myself stretch. I was caught up in the feeling and was snapped out of it when he spread my legs further apart and gave me the condom. I opened the package and kissed his dick before covering it with the latex barrier. He lined his giant rod up with my opening and looked me in the eyes.
"I swear it will feel really good soon, it only hurts for a little." I nodded nervously and he kissed me passionately as he slammed into me. I gave a muffled cry into Butch's mouth as he took my virginity, something that would've hurt a lot less if I had my powers. He stayed still inside me and pulled away.
"Tell me when you're ready B." It hurt so bad, but the sting was already subsiding. I nodded.
"I'm good." He nodded and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. He started slow and gradually picked up the pace, his hands finding my breasts and squeezing them.
"Ahh Butch! Go faster!" He complied and started pounding into me. I screamed from the pleasure and felt a pressure start to build inside of me and I could feel Butch stiffen inside me as well.
"Oh god B, you're so fucking tight, I can't hold it anymore!"
"Butch I-I'm gonna-" I cut myself off with a high pitched moan. He kissed me passionately as we both had our release. He grunted against my lips and I screamed into his. He pulled out and collapsed on top of me.
•••END OF LEMON SCENE•••
"God, I think I love you…" I looked over at Butch and realized I was staring right into his sincere deep forest eyes.
"I-I think I might love you too, even though we aren't even official." He laughed and I couldn't help but admire his smile that I never saw as a kid. He leaned over and kissed me gently.
"Buttercup, will you be my girlfriend?" I looked at him and thought about it before answering.
"I will be after tonight. I really don't want to start our relationship by possibly cheating on you." He flashed me a perfect white smile.
"I think I can wait one more night, but only for you." I smiled and kissed my soon to be boyfriend.
"Great, now get dressed, I need to be ready in a few and I need to not look like I just had sex." He slowly got up and dressed himself. I had on my lingerie and was currently bent over, putting on my heels.
"See you soon B." With that, I felt a slap on my ass that was thankfully not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make me mad.
"BUTCH FUCKING JOJO!" I heard the door slam and figured he made a break for it as soon as he touched me. I sighed to myself and started to fix my hair so that instead of a hot mess, it was a cute kind of messy, the way I always wore it. I pulled out the eyeliner and used it to make my already bright eyes pop even more. I added a smokey eye shadow and mascara.
I saw a bottle on the table and it was labeled 'body shimmer powder'. I decided that it couldn't hurt and lightly dusted my skin in it so that it shone in the light, but only enough to make it look more enticing. I looked around for anything else I could wear and I noticed a light pink lipgloss. I applied only a little to make my lips look more noticeable. I gave myself a once over and decided I was ready.
I looked at the clock on the table and it read 6:58. I walked out and met with the manager.
"You look great Buttercup! You're on in two. To get to the stage, you just go through the red door. The stage is empty except a pole. Wait until the music comes on to start, then do your best. You don't need to stay on the pole the whole time, you can also walk through the audience to dance if you want to. You got that?" I nodded and looked to the red door.
"Got it." I thought about all of the people who were probably going to be out there and hoped it was nobody I knew really well, besides Butch. I stood in the same place, mentally preparing myself for all the attention I was about to get, when the manager gave me my cue to go on stage.
I opened the red door and walked through it and onto the dark stage, a spotlight on the pole I was supposed to dance on. I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and walked into the spotlight, which earned me loud whistles and hollers from all over. I scanned the audience and caught Butch's eye, which calmed my nerves.
When the noise quieted down, the music started to play and I instantly recognized the song as 'Get Low'. My eyes widened and I could see Butch laughing. I mentally reminded myself to get him for that later and started my on the fly routine.
I used the first two lines to get my hands on the pole and my body pressed against it and squatted down a little at a time each time the song said 'get low'. During the chorus, I decided to do the same thing for each time. I flipped myself upside down on the pole for 'from the window' and went into the splits from the same position for the next line. The reaction and the money I got to that move proved that they liked what I was doing so far. I slid down the pole and flipped down so that my backside was facing them and started grinding on the pole. Every time the song said 'Got dam' EVERYONE in the room yelled it with the song.
During the next verse I flipped up on the pole again and wrapped my legs around it. I pulled myself up so that I was even higher and went back down with a slow sideways walkover. I squatted with my back to the pole and slowly stood back up. I came off the pole and strutted over to Butch, who was luckily in the front, and straddled him. I sent him a wink and I could see him blush madly as I gave him a very public lap dance. I lightly bit his lip as I got up and strutted back onstage for the chorus, where I repeated my earlier routine.
For the next verse, I turned my back towards the audience shaking my ass and grinding on the pole. I walked back into the audience and sent an apologetic look to Butch as I sat on a guy who looked like he was in his early twenties and grinded my butt into him. I felt severely uncomfortable, but covered it up with a look of absolute confidence. On my way back to the stage, a random crowd member slapped my bare ass, but I knew I couldn't do anything so I bit my tongue hard enough to make it bleed a little and continued the song. I walked over to the pole and grabbed onto it with both hands as it was about to go into the chorus again and started that part of the song again, making a few switches to make it more interesting.
After my experience with dancing in the crowd, I decided to stay on the pole. I pulled off more tricks that I could only do thanks to my extensive gymnastics training. I held myself sideways in the pole and formed a perfect scorpion, which excited all the viewers to the point of screaming and throwing money at me. This was so fucking degrading! I flipped down so that my back was facing cold metal and grinded my ass on it. I dropped down low so that my butt almost touched the ground and performed a backflip so that I landed on the pole upside down. I earned many whistles and cheers for the stunt and I came back down with a slow walkover, careful not to slip on the good amount of cash that had gathered on the stage. I had both of my hands on the smooth metal and did a straight backflip, landing in the splits as the song ended. The audience went wild and screamed many perverted comments and threw even more money as if they were made of the shit.
"Hope you can work my dick like that baby!" Ok, ew.
"Got damn!" That was kinda funny, actually.
"She can work a pole as well as she can fight!" That one pissed me off severely, I could fight SO much better than I could dance on a fucking pole.
The spotlight went off and I took that as my cue to walk backstage where I met an ecstatic manager. "That. Was. AMAZING! The cash collectors should be out with your money shortly. This is the biggest crowd we've ever had! I guess everyone wants to see a hot superhero in skimpy clothing, it's like a fantasy of some kind!" I gave him my best fake smile.
"Yup!" Before he could speak, a group of men in suits walked up to us with a large bag.
"We counted one thousand eight hundred thirty two dollars. That's a new record, congratulations." They handed me the bag and I put it in the dressing room with the rest of my stuff. I walked back out to meet with the manager, who was thoroughly impressed by my performance.
"Now you can just walk around and socialize with all of the guests. If someone wants to talk to you privately, take them to your room, which is the fifth from the right. Don't do anything until you're paid, some people try to get off with free entertainment." I nodded but was completely disgusted with the thought of being entertainment for some creepy guy.
"Good! Now get out there and socialize." I walked towards the door that let to the club, but was stopped by three other strippers.
"Um… did you need something?" Their expectant looks turned into glares as they sized me up.
"I don't know who you think you are, newbie, but you aren't shit! We've been here for so much longer than you and we're the real stars that everyone wants to see, so don't walk around all cocky because you raised a few cocks." I tried not to laugh, but I couldn't help it.
"What are you? Thirty? I don't know who you think YOU are, but I'm 18 and still drew a bigger crowd and got more money than any of you on my first performance. And as for who I am, I'm Buttercup fucking Utonium, remember it." The regular strippers stared after me, there mouths hanging open as if I had heavily offended them, which I probably did.
I walked past them and into the common area where I immediately caught Butch's eye. He quickly made his way over to me and pulled me off to the side.
"You looked real sexy up there B, and don't worry, I punched the guy who touched your ass." I gave him a warm smile.
"Thanks babe." I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Now please try and talk to me the whole time so that people will try to stay away." He nodded and took my hand, leading me to the bar.
"I'm 21, I can buy you a drink." I happily followed him, I could REALLY use a few shots. He ordered us both a few shots of fireball, which didn't even come close to getting me drunk, but did help me relax a little.
"Sorry for grinding on that one guy, I figured that I shouldn't only give you a lap dance or people would get mad." He kissed me on the temple to show his understanding. I was about to say something else, but some guy who HAD to be at least the professor's age ordered me a drink. I honestly wanted to puke at the thought of flirting with a guy who could be my dad, but shot Butch an apologetic look and he nodded understandingly. The guy sat down next to me and I turned to face him, taking a sip of my drink.
"Hey baby, you were REAL sexy on stage and I couldn't help but be jealous of the two guys up front who got the privilege of having you touch them like that. Think I could have the same treatment for the right price?" I inwardly puked and screamed at how disgusting this was, but I had to pet the challenge.
"Private shows are fifty dollars, you willing to pay that much?" I blinked innocently at him and rested my fingers on his thigh. His eyes grew wide and he pulled out two twenties and a ten with no hesitation. I pulled him into my room and put the money on a table in the room. I gently pushed on his shoulders so that he would sit down in the chair and sat in his lap, facing him. He put his hands on the upper part of my butt as I grinded on him. I honestly wanted to cry at how fucking degrading this whole situation was, but I kept an even face. His hands moved up my bare sides and he gripped hard at my slim waist.
"Damn baby, you're so sexy!" He licked my collar bone and grinded back into me. My thoughts went to the professor and I actually had to hold back puke, which he luckily didn't see since he was too busy licking at my neck. He pulled away and looked at me in the eyes.
"You're so exotic, your eyes are a brighter green than I've ever seen and your hair is so dark and soft." He leaned in to smell my hair and I started to get SEVERELY creeped out by this dude. I wanted to throw up again as I felt something hard poke at my leg. His large hands moved from my waist up to my chest and he grabbed my boobs. I froze and thought about killing the guy until I remembered that HIM would kill the professor if I did.
While his nose was in my hair, he whispered in my ear, attempting to sound sexy, but actually sounding hella creepy. "Bite my lip like you did to that one boy." He pulled back to look at me and I faked a seductive smirk as I leaned in and lightly bit his lower lip, pulling on it a bit as I released him. He smirked at me and I realized I wasn't going to be able to look this man in the face so I turned my back to him and started grinding my ass on him like I did to the second guy. While I was glad his hands were finally off of my chest, they somehow found a worse place to touch. His hands wandered in between my legs and to be honest, I was still sore from earlier. I froze at his touch, but he squeezed me and whispered in my ear.
"Keep going." It took all my self control not to cry as I grinded back into the man.
Once the thirty minutes were up, I got out of the room as fast as possible, sticking the money in my sorta bra. I immediately found Butch and ran over to him.
"Butch, that dude coulda been my fucking dad! I had to try so hard not to puke." He hugged me close and walked me into my private room. He sat on the chair and pulled me into his lap, hugging me close to him.
"I'm so sorry baby…" I froze at the name and images of the middle aged guy came back in my mind.
"Don't call me that, HE called me that and it was fucking gross." He pulled my face into his shoulder and kissed the top of my head lovingly.
"We can stay in here for a while and you can say I paid you for extra time. Then I can try my best to keep any guys away." I nodded and snuggled further into him. We didn't say anything, he just held me there until I knew we had to leave. I walked out with a hundred dollar bill that I told him I would give him back later because I knew those stripper bitches were keeping an eye on me.
I was walking close to Butch, but a had wrapped around my mouth and an arm restrained me. I started to panic and flail, but a familiar voice was enough to make me stop.
"Buttercup, calm down, it's us." I turned to meet two new pairs of emerald eyes. It was Kit and Bradley.
Bradley's POV
Maybe Kitty was right about Buttercup actually being a good person, she looked miserable here, completely uncomfortable as if she was being forced to do it. To the untrained eye, her blank look could fool you, but I'm very good at reading people.
"Bradley, there she is!" I walked over to her and put my hano over her mouth and restrained her, pulling her to a dimly lit corner. She started flailing and Kit spoke up.
"Buttercup, calm down, it's us." She immediately stopped her struggle and looked up to see the both of us. I almost smiled as I saw relief wash over her features, but panic soon took over.
"I swear I'm not a slut! I hate this, I don't like it at all!" I saw sincerity in her light green eyes as she tried to explain herself, probably more to me than my girlfriend.
"We know." She looked to me in shock and she had good reason to be surprised at my sudden faith in her character.
"I thought you hated me." I felt guilty at the assumption, but it was well placed.
"No, Kitty helped me realize how good of a friend you really are and I'm sorry for treating you the way I did, I was just worried for Kitty's well being and didn't even consider yours." She looked down at me since she had a good few inches on me in her heels and smiled brightly.
"Let's start over. I'm Buttercup Utonium and I SWEAR I'm not an actual stripper." I laughed at her and reintroduced myself.
"Nice to meet you Buttercup, I'm Bradley Phoenix and I SWEAR I'm not really that big of an asshole." Buttercup, Kitty, and I were all laughing until a guy came up and hugged Buttercup from behind and kissed the side of her head.
"You scared me, I turned around and you were gone." She turned to face him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips while they held hands in the space between them.
"Kit and Bradley are here and they pulled me over here. We didn't mean to worry you." I was confused by the exchange because last time I checked, they had just met and weren't a thing.
"Wait, didn't you guys just meet like two days ago?" They both started laughing and Buttercup was the first to recover.
"Brad, we've known eachother since we were five! That's thirteen years. We just hated each other for a lot of them because he used to be a villain." That was news to me, I wouldn't have pegged him for a villain…
"So are you guys a thing?" My girlfriend sounded so excited that I hoped they were dating.
"She told me after tonight she would be my girlfriend because she doesn't want to start our relationship by cheating on me." She really did have a really good character and I berated myself mentally for ever doubting it. Kit gave me a look that screamed 'I told you so' and all I could do was nod in defeat.
"That's great! Now we can go on double dates!" Buttercup's face paled and I decided to help her out a little bit.
"Why don't we let them go on some personal dates before we get into all this double date stuff." She looked towards me with understanding eyes.
"You're right, maybe I'm getting a little ahead of myself…" Buttercup mouthed me a 'THANK YOU' while Kitty was facing away from her. She was a good friend for Kitty.
Buttercup's POV
After Kit and Bradley left, I walked to the bar with Butch and sat on the end seat so that nobody could sit beside me. "You didn't have to… you know… with the old guy?" I cringed at the memory.
"No, time was up before it got that far." He looked relieved, but he couldn't have been as relieved as I was.
"How much time do you have left?" I checked a digital clock nearby and it read 9:55.
"About an hour, then I can get the fuck outta this shithole." He chuckled and wrapped an arm around me. We sat like that for a while until an announcement was made from the stage.
"All entertainers, please come to the stage, we have a dispute to settle that can only be settled by audience opinion." I looked up on stage to see all the regular strippers on stage glaring at me.
They must've already performed… I walked to the stage. "What is this? The manager never told me about this." A tall blonde, who I assumed was the ring leader, stared down at me in an attempt to look intimidating.
"THIS, is something to put YOU in your place." She turned to the audience and raised the microphone to her mouth. "Hello everyone, we just have a quick survey, then a little competition." Everyone seemed pretty excited, but I didn't know why.
"Yeah, the manager DEFINITELY said nothing about this." She glared over at me and clicked a button, causing a screen to come down.
"Now, everyone, pull out your phones and get into Kahoot." Ok, that did it, this chick was batshit crazy.
"WHO MAKES A FUCKING KAHOOT FOR A STRIP CLUB?!" I didn't mean to yell it as loud as I did, but apparently plenty of people heard it since I got a good amount of laughs from the comment. The blonde bitch glared at me and cleared her throat.
"As I was saying. The screen up here will show the code and the questions will all be opinion based, so there are no wrong answers. There are four strippers here tonight, so we made a Kahoot to see which one is the best." She clicked the button again and the Kahoot code came up and the annoying music just started playing.
"You have GOT to be kidding me!" I rolled my eyes hard and groaned loudly. "AT LEAST GET BETTER MUSIC!" I yelled to the self proclaimed alpha hoe, only to receive more laughs from the audience and an angrier glare from her.
"Listen brat, you don't really work here, so just fucking go with it." I rolled my eyes at her and leaned against the pole in the middle of the stage. "Is everyone in?" She waited for a few seconds for protests and started it when she heard none. "I'll go through names so you guys aren't confused. I'm Rachel." She passed the mic to the next girl, a ginger who was also taller than me.
"I'm Emily." She gave the mic to the girl next to me who had light brown hair and was only slightly taller than me.
"I'm Lauren." She shoved the mic in my direction. I gladly took it.
"My name's Buttercup and I have no clue why this is happening." I earned a few laughs from the customers, but my 'coworkers' weren't amused. Rachel snatched back the mic and began to speak again.
"Now that you know our names, you can answer the questions. We are starting…. now." She clicked a button on a remote and the first question popped up.
'Who is the most fuckable?' Well this is different from any damn Kahoot I've ever played. Within seconds, all the votes were in and the results popped up on the screen. Rachel had gotten twenty six votes, Emily got fifteen, Lauren got eighteen, and I got thirty seven, making me the winner… I think.
"Any words, Buttercup? How does it feel to be the most fuckable." She spat out every word and shoved the microphone in my face.
"Not gonna lie, I'm not sure if it's a compliment or an insult, but considering I'm in a fucking strip club, I'll assume it's a compliment?" I earned a few laughs, but Rachel didn't find it funny at all.
"Whatever. Next question." She clicked the button and the next question popped up in the screen.
'Who is the best on a pole?'
This one took a little longer, but eventually the votes were in. If I said at the beginning of the day that I expected this, I would be a liar. This was actually the weirdest shit I've ever sat through. Rachel had thirty five votes, Emily had ten, Lauren had sixteen and I had thirty six, beating Rachel by one voter. She stormed over to me, stomping the whole way.
"Careful, you might break a heel." She snarled at me hatefully and I could've sworn her eyes turned red.
"How does it feel to be the best pole dancer in a strip club at eighteen you slut." I actually laughed as she thrust the mic towards me.
"See here's the thing, I don't identify as a slut because I honestly learned from YouTube this morning and I have my witness here tonight. But tell me Rachel, how does it feel to be thirty and experienced and STILL get beaten out by an eighteen year old guest star?" People laughed and her face flushed in humiliation. The blonde growled at me and stormed back to her spot, far away from me.
"Ok. Next question." She violently clicked the button and yet another pointless question showed up on the screen.
'Who has the most personality?'
Votes were in in a literal second. Rachel got two votes, Emily got six, Lauren got one, and I got eighty five, something that really set Rachel off. This time she didn't even ask a question, she just grew the mic at me.
"Talk." She then stormed back to her spot and gave me the button thing.
"Ok well first off, it looks like I'm your new host, and hopefully my personality can make this a little less weird than this already is." I got a few cheers and I could hear Rachel huff loudly. "Get ready for question number four!" I clicked the button that I saw Rachel click before and the next question came on the screen.
'Who would you take home to your parents?' What the fuck?
"Ok, I don't know about you guys, but I think it'd be a little awkward to bring home any stripper to meet the parents… Even if I kinda am one tonight." I got a few laughs and groans from the other three strippers behind me, but I didn't care about them. I looked up at the votes and announced them.
"Ok, so Rachel came in fourth with… zero votes. It's ok Rachel, I've only heard bad things about in laws anyways. Emily came in second with… six votes. Ok, not bad. Lauren came in third place with a total of two votes, and I came in first with… holy shit, apparently I have eighty six pairs of parents to meet!" I got quite the laugh from the people in the audience. "So I've never been a host on any show before so please tell me, how am I doing here?" Many people cheered and whistled and it was safe to say I was doing at least a better job than Rachel.
"Ok cool, so onto the FINAL question!" I clicked the button and the last question popped up.
'Who is the hottest?' Yeah, I was so glad this was the last question. The votes were finally in and I began to announce the results.
"Okay! So who's glad that this is just about over?" I heard plenty of screams. "Yeah me too. So I'm not gonna announce the placing because with this question it would kinda feel like rubbing it in…" Rachel had ended up coming in third, Emily in fourth, Lauren in second, and me in first. My sisters and I were made to be the perfect little girls, what did they expect? I fumbled around for the button that turned off the Kahoot and the screen and turned back on the normal music.
"Yeah so that was really awkward and had absolutely no point, so how about we get back to whatever we were doing before this?" I turned off the mic and tossed it to Rachel without sparing her a glance. I hopped off stage and talked to a few guys who were surprisingly good company.
"Hey sugar, wanna dance?" The guy looked a little older than Butch, but I could put up with it. I only had to dance with him, something I enjoyed doing anyways. I was honestly grateful that the guy kept his hands on my hips and didn't let them travel to more innapropriate areas, but someone yanked me away from him after a few minutes.
"Look babe, I can't leave tonight without getting a piece of you. I got fifty bucks that I have no problem blowing on you." I nodded reluctantly and led him to my private room. This really sucked, I thought I was going to make it through the night without having to do this.
After thirty minutes with the guy, he seemed VERY satisfied and I had to act like I was at least somewhat pleased by the guy even though I wanted to run to Butch and cry. I walked out and found him near the bar, where I also saw that my shift was over. I gently grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the dressing room. We silently made our way to the back and I was met with the manager.
"I am SO sorry about that stunt that Rachel pulled… I had no idea it was going to happen, and I'm very upset about it. Thank you for trying to make that a little less awkward than it was and thank you for coming tonight, you did great." I nodded my head in thanks and walked Butch into my dressing room so I could change and leave. We didn't say a word until we got in the car.
"B, you ok?" He put his hand over mine and I lost it. I was embarrassed of it, but I started crying like a fucking bitch. His face looked panicked and he pulled me over to his side of the car to sit on his lap. He hugged me close and kissed my temple.
"Let it out babe, it'll be ok… it's over now, you don't have to do that anymore." I hugged him tight and sobbed into his shoulder, letting out all my pent up emotions all at once. He rubbed my back in a soothing way and kissed my head every once in a while, letting me know that it was over, but I knew it wasn't because HIM still had forty challenges for me and they could all very well be worse.
"B-Butch, I-I had to…. I h-had to have s-sex with a-anot-another guy! I'm s-so sorr-y!" I continued to cry into his shoulder from the guilt I felt, because even though we weren't technically dating, it still felt like cheating and I felt like a fucking whore.
"It's ok B, I know you didn't want to, it's ok, I promise. I'm here for you." He tilted my head up so I was looking at him and he kissed me gently. I kissed him back passionately, I really did love him, there wasn't any doubt.
"I'll drive us home now, I'm good. Sorry about that…" He smiled lovingly at me and helped me back to the driver's seat.
"Don't be sorry, I'm here for you. And you promised you'd be my girlfriend now, so I'm gonna be around for a while if you'll have me." I giggled and started the car.
"I guess I'll let you stick around…" He laughed loudly.
"There's my girl! Let's get back to your house." I got out of there as fast as humanly possible and drove to my house, where my two sisters were standing at the door. Fuckkk.
Blossom's POV
Bubbles and I waited at the door since we knew Buttercup's shift ended fifteen minutes ago and she would be home any second. We definitely needed a looonng sister talk.
As expected, it wasn't long before our sister's car pulled into the driveway and she hopped out. What surprised us, however, was when Butch got out of the car with her. Even when she turned around, she was looking at the ground as if trying to avoid looking at us. She didn't move until Butch walked up beside her and took her hand in his, that part, however, didn't surprise me considering how I saw them this morning. She seemed hesitant to walk over to us, but he whispered something to her that made her look up at us.
Bubbles and I flinched when we caught a glimpse of her tear stained face, she NEVER cries! Our early anger soon turned to concern for her wellbeing. We ran over to the two and got a closer look at our sister who looked uncharacteristically defeated.
"Oh my god, Buttercup are you ok?" She nodded, but I could tell she wasn't since she's usually a lot more vocal.
"No you aren't, what happened?" Bubbles could also see through her lie, it wasn't hard.
"Really, I'm fine." Her voice betrayed her though and cracked on the last word. "fuck!" She whispered to herself because she knew that she was caught.
"C'mon, we're sisters! You can tell us what happened! We already know where you were tonight." She looked down in shame.
"Sorry I didn't tell you guys, I just found out this morning myself… And it's fucking degrading Bloss! There's a lot of creepy old guys and one was as old as the professor! That's fucking gross! The only good thing is that I got like two thousand dollars, but I hate what I had to do to get it!" I felt sorry for her. She genuinely hated doing what she did, but in that case, why did she do it? I knew a little embarrassment wouldn't cause her to cry, however and realized that something worse had to have happened.
"You didn't have to…. you know… right?" She narrowed her eyes and looked away from me.
"I don't wanna talk about it." With that she pushed past both Bubbles and I and ran into the house. We both turned a questioning gaze to Butch, maybe he could clear some stuff up.
"Butch? Is she gonna be ok?" Bubbles was always looking out for the wellbeing of others. He tore his eyes from the door and looked at us.
"She was pretty shaken up… She was pretty bad right after her shift, but she's strong, she'll get through it, or at least I hope so… I hate seeing her like that." Both Bubbles and I nodded in agreement.
"What happened to make her like that?" His lip curled up and pulled an angry face, though not directed at either of us.
"This fucking old creep made her give him a private show and he was allowed to touch her however he wanted to. She was pretty shaken up from that, but apparently later on some other guy who was a little older than me made her have sex with him. After that her shift was over and she was a complete mess. I was honestly impressed that she held it all in until we got to the car. I wanted to kill both of those fucking creeps…" I felt awful for my younger sister, she was always the tough one, but everyone had their limits. Plus, last time I checked, she hadn't had sex before…
"She hadn't done that before… It might surprise you, but she wanted to save herself for marriage…" Bubbles sounded heartbroken for our other sister. Butch looked down in guilt and walked towards the door.
"I'm gonna go check on her…" we both nodded and walked back inside, what was going on with Buttercup?
Professor's POV
HIM crossed the line, he had cameras all throughout the club, even in the private rooms and the dressing rooms.
"So, how does it feel to watch your little slut fuck two different guys in the same night?" I wanted to choke the bastard for talking about her like that. She wouldn't have done that at all if my life wasn't at stake.
"You fucking bastard! You can't do this to her!" He gave me his signature devilish grin.
"Actually, I can! And I did! You're PERFECT little girl is no longer pure!" He began to laugh evilly and I wanted so bad to strangle him.
"Can I at least see her tomorrow?" He looked thoughtful.
"Sure thing! I'll just send her a letter tomorrow that tells her to come here tomorrow to get her next challenge. Can you believe she's already one fifth of the way through? I'm impressed that she isn't dead yet…" I growled at him but was also glad to be able to see her. I would just have to wait until tomorrow…
AN: So that was a long chapter. Sorry for the wait and sorry if I didn't get a few things right since I'm not really familiar with what happens in a strip club :/ Hope you liked the chapter and hopefully I can update the next one a little quicker than I did this one. Please review!