Stripped Bare
Chapter 2
Unfortunately I don't own Chuck.
Also unfortunately I received a number of offensive guest reviews for the first chapter. I was pretty clear in the summary and again in the authors' note at the beginning of the chapter on the setting of this story about what would be included. Can I please ask that, if you don't like what this story (or any other story, for that matter) entails, then don't read it. Just go and read another story on the site. That way you don't need to get offended and write a nasty anonymous review intended to offend me. I think that's better for all concerned…
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Just in the interests of full disclosure, this chapter is also set in a strip club (so if you don't want to read about that, then don't) and contains scenes of a mature nature.
Sarah looked at Chuck who looked back at her. She wondered what he wanted to do.
"You don't have to stay if you don't want, Sarah," Chuck said, surprising her. "I know I'm not great company."
"Are you kidding?" she asked, motioning him to sit down again. She picked her towelette off the ground and repositioned it on his legs, this time straddling him facing him. "This is one of the best nights I've ever had in this business." And she was serious. "Look, I won't dance for you any more if you don't want it, let's just sit and talk."
"I'd like that Sarah," he smiled. "Aren't you gonna put your dress back on?" he asked.
"I need to keep it off, otherwise there'll be difficult questions asked Chuck. This is one of the most expensive VIP rooms. I should be trying to get you hot and bothered, drink you under the table, get you to spend more and all that shit." She grinned.
"OK, I understand," he returned the grin. "It's just weird that I'm fully clothed and you're naked." He gestured at her.
"And I'm all over you?" she asked and he nodded. "That's the job, I'm afraid," she admitted, "But I have to say this is the first night I've ever really needed my towelette Chuck, and that's up to you."
"What? Why?" he asked.
She leaned forward so she was whispering in his ear, she enjoyed pressing her breasts against him and enjoyed it even more when he gently hugged her. He started running his hands up and down her back. Damn it felt lovely. "Because of that Chuck. What you're doing now and what you did earlier."
"I'm glad," he whispered back to her. "Glad to return the compliment. You're a very beautiful woman Sarah and I haven't had this amount of physical attention in quite some time."
"There must be some really stupid women in LA Chuck," she said, enjoying the soft pressure on her back from the top of her ass cheeks to her neck. "I can't believe you haven't been snapped up yet."
"Do you have a boyfriend, Sarah?" he asked.
"No," she replied.
"Well right back at you," he told her. "The men here must be nuts."
"To be fair to the guys here Chuck, I am bringing up my teenaged sister which tends to turn guys off, and I also work pretty antisocial hours." She was revelling in his attention. Leaning into him, enjoying his ministrations as they both whispered in each other's ears.
"How come? With your sister I mean?" he asked.
She normally didn't tell anyone about this but somehow she knew she could trust him. "Our mom died," she explained. "So I totally understood where your sister Ellie was coming from. But I'm a lot older than she was. I have to take care of her because I don't want her to go into the social system."
"Wow Sarah, you're amazing," he gasped. "And you're saving up to put her through college as well. You must be the best sister ever…well maybe the second best!"
She sketched a grin. "I see how it is with you Chuck. Promoted and then demoted in one breath!"
"Well I'd be in trouble with Ellie. Although," he grinned at her. "I'm not sure how I'd explain that we had this conversation while I was holding a beautiful naked woman in my arms."
The compliment shot a bolt right through her. "Thanks for the compliment Chuck."
"It's the truth Sarah," he replied. "You're easily the most beautiful woman here. If I lived in Toronto you'd be making a thousand dollars a night."
"It's a shame you don't live here then Chuck," she flirted back. "Any plans to move?"
"Actually that's what this is all about," he replied. "I'm looking for a group to merge my business with and settle down here. Don't tell Terry but I've got another seven meetings while I'm here."
"Seven meetings?" she raised her eyebrow at him. "That's a pretty busy schedule."
"Yeah," he replied. "Hopefully they don't all end up in strip clubs!"
"What, are you not having a good time Chuck?" she asked.
"Actually Sarah, I'm having an amazing time with you," he replied. "I'd prefer if we'd met in a club or a coffee shop and we were talking fully clothed, then there might be the possibility we could stay in touch. But I'm thinking you're not encouraged to stay in touch with clients…"
She matched his unhappy expression. "It is frowned on," she confirmed. She wanted to add more but she didn't really trust herself.
"So I guess we need to make the best of the time we have," he suggested. "How much time do we have?" he asked.
"About half an hour," she replied. "But I don't mind going on a bit longer," she added.
"Nah, I don't want you to be out of pocket," he told her, smiling at her. "Are you happy with this position or would you like me to hold you somewhere else?" he said with a grin.
"You cheeky bastard!" she exclaimed. "Am I gonna have to punish you for sassing me?"
"What are you gonna do?" he asked cheekily. "Kick me out?!"
"I'm gonna put you to work," she told him, clambering up and sitting back down facing away. She leant back against him. "You better start massaging my breasts," she instructed, "Like you did before."
He quirked a smile. "As you wish," he agreed, gently reaching out and running his fingertips down the sides of her breasts. She couldn't quite suppress the moan of arousal that swept through her.
"God Chuck," she gasped. "That's amazing."
"Good," he replied. "I wanted to rock your world, the way you've rocked mine."
"You know," she said sassily, "While you're dreaming of me in bed tonight, I'll probably be dreaming of you."
"Well, let's give you more to dream about," he said, gently moving onto her breasts and teasing around her nipples.
She groaned again, and twitched as he flicked her left nipple. "Chuck," she warned, "you shouldn't do that if you don't want a nasty accident."
"Well you've got your towel there," he replied and she could hear his grin. "Is that what it's for by the way?"
"It's just so we don't get your clothes dirty," she replied. "I don't think it's supposed to distinguish between cum and fake tan!"
"Well, if something happens, it happens," he stated. "I certainly won't be upset if I make you lose control of yourself!"
"Oh, you won't, won't you?" she sassed him back. "So you and Ellie are close?" she asked, trying to get the subject off sexually charged topics, which weren't doing good things for her control.
"About as close as it's possible to be," he replied, "That's why I'm looking to move out here. I don't think I could live in LA without having her in the same city."
"That's sweet Chuck." And it was, she thought. She wondered what it would be like for her if she had a support mechanism like that. It had been good when she'd moved back in with her Mom, even though they'd had to build up their relationship again. She'd love to have someone like that to look out for her now.
They talked about everything and nothing for another half hour until there was a knock on the wall next to the entrance of the dancing area and she looked up. Phil, the deputy manager, was standing there. She raised her eyebrows at him, and he gave a small smile.
"I'm afraid we have another booking for this room," he said.
She smiled at Chuck and rose to her feet. She was loathe to leave. She'd enjoyed talking to Chuck like she had with no other client. Added to which, he had amazing hands!
"I'm sorry Chuck," she told him, "We have to either call it a day or move."
"Oh, uh, do they have an ATM here?" he asked.
She was surprised. Did this mean he actually wanted to stay even though he didn't have to? "Yeah, there's one downstairs," she replied. "I can show you it if you want?" she began to pull her panties on. They were a bit uncomfortable over the wet patch, but that was her own fault. Actually it was Chuck's, but she wouldn't hold that against him. She looked around for her bra, only to find him holding it out to her.
"Thanks Chuck," she told him, grinning. He gave a slightly uncomfortable grin back.
"So does this mean that you like strip clubs now Chuck?" she asked as she slipped her dress on over her head and started to pull it into position.
"I wouldn't go that far Sarah," he replied. "But I do like you, and I wasn't ready for our evening to end."
She was very touched, and she managed a small smile as she felt her cheeks reddening. "Thank you Chuck. I like you as well…apart from when you're teasing me!"
"Touché Sarah," he grinned, "I think that goes both ways." She was straight and she took his arm to lead him downstairs.
"How late do you work?" he asked as she led him out of the Red Room and down the stairs.
"I'm on til about three thirty," she replied.
"Wow, that's late!" he exclaimed. "What time do you start?"
"I normally arrive at about 10pm," she replied as she led him through the VIP and down to the next set of stairs.
As they left the VIP and descended into the main bar, he gasped. "Damn it's busy!"
"What time is it?" she asked him. She didn't wear a watch just in case it caught on something.
"It's about 1am," he replied, looking at his. "Damn, it's late!"
"Past your bedtime Chuck?" she kidded, grinning at him.
"There's no probs because of the time difference," he replied, returning her grin, "But most nights I'd be in bed before this unless I'm coding." He paused. "Damn, if you only get off at 3.30am how do you manage to get your sister ready for school?" he asked. "That must be tough."
She was surprised by his genuine interest and touched that he'd obviously paid attention to what they'd talked about. Most of her clients didn't. "I only work here Wednesday through Saturday," she explained, so it's only two school nights. But it is tough. I sleep for a few hours and then get up to get her ready and then go back to bed once she's on the bus." They'd arrived at the ATM and she stepped away to give him some privacy.
He looked at her as he typed in his PIN. "Damn that must be hard," he said. "You must be a real trooper to do all that."
She bit her lip. "It's just what I've got to do," she explained. "Molly's great. And she deserves the best out of life so I don't regret it, even though it is hard work."
"I'll say," he told her, shoving the notes that he'd withdrawn from the machine in his pocket. "I guess the worst thing is having to dance in high heels all night!"
She grinned. Who was this guy? He'd hit the nail on the head. "That is one of the worst things," she acknowledged.
"I guess clients giving you foot massages is out of the question?" he grinned.
"Don't even joke about that Chuck!" she moaned.
"Well, maybe when you sit on my lap, I can get a quick one in," he grinned before looking around. "Sarah can I ask where the restroom is? I just need to take a little break before we start again."
She could understand that. They'd drunk a fair amount of champagne. "I'll show you," she told him and guided him to it. "I've got to go as well," she told him, "So wait for me when you've finished and I'll take you back to the VIP." He nodded and went into the restroom and she practically ran around the corner to the dancers' washroom. Luckily there was a cubicle free. She did her business as quickly as possible and headed back out to find him waiting outside the restrooms.
"So, ready for part two?" she asked.
"I sure am My Lady," he told her, "Lead the way." So she did, taking him back up the stairs to the VIP, nodding to Nick on the way to indicate that they were going back in. She led him to one of the private dancing areas. This late on a Thursday night there weren't too many free cubicles but she found one near the end.
"It's busy isn't it?" he said and she remembered he'd remarked on that before. She waved at him to sit down and he did. She sat on his lap while she waited for the song to end and he wrapped his arm around her. She enjoyed the contact.
"Thursday night is one of our biggest nights," she explained. "The finance guys seem to prefer to go out Thursday rather than Friday night so we're always really busy. Friday and Saturday we get more friends and parties but Thursday night more business clientele."
"So Thursday's a big night for you?" he asked.
"Yeah," she agreed. "Good tips on Thursdays. They're better tippers than the bachelor party crowd."
"So how does it work with tipping?" he asked. "Do you actually get all the money you get paid?"
The song ended and she stood up, dropping her little towel onto his lap again. She noticed that he hadn't told her not to strip, although he was looking into her eyes as she was talking. She started off her dance, crouching in his lap and rubbing her breasts on his chest. "So we have to pay a house fee and then we also have to pay a tip out to cover the waiting staff and the bouncers and stuff like that."
"Oh God, that sounds like a lot!" he gasped, as she stood and pushed her dress over her head.
"It varies which night of the week it is, but it can be up to two hundred bucks on a Saturday night," she explained, turning round and rubbing her ass into him. "Everything over that, we get to keep and if someone's in the VIP like that group tonight then we'll get a cut of the drinks profit too."
"So do you have nights when you don't make money?" he asked.
She grimaced, turning round and stroking his shoulders and chest and pushing her breasts into him. "Unfortunately yes," she replied. "It's why I stopped working the early part of the week. There was just no point in being away from Molly and making no money. Sometimes you can be lucky but often not."
She snapped off her bra and leaned in, pushing her breasts up his chest and into his face.
"Sarah!" he gasped.
"Too much?" she asked, pulling back.
"You have lovely breasts," he replied, "But I just want to kiss them and I think that's gonna get me thrown out!"
She would love him to kiss her breasts and the thought of it sent a thrill of excitement flowing through her but he was right. She turned round and slipped out of her boyshorts, positioning her towel on his lap. She sat down in his lap and put her arms round him.
"I'd love you to kiss my breasts, Chuck," she whispered to him, "But it's not allowed."
"Sarah, if you move over a bit and slip your shoes off, I can massage your feet for a little," he whispered.
She looked at him incredulously. Was this guy for real? A throwaway line and he was gonna massage her feet? "You're gonna ruin me Chuck," she grinned. "I won't want to dance for any other clients if they don't give me a foot massage." Nevertheless, she moved over and took her shoes off, balancing her feet on his lap.
He reached down and grasped her right foot, gently rubbing her sole with his thumb. "Oh God Chuck," she moaned. "That feels amazing!" She was silent for a moment as he continued to do amazing things to her feet.
"You know Sarah, I'm a little disappointed," he said, grinning as she just about moaned in pleasure. "I can manage to keep up a conversation with you as you rub yourself on me but when I do it to you, you clam up! I thought women were supposed to be able to multi-task!"
"I'll give you multitasking Chuck!" she grinned at him. "I was just enjoying what you're doing. Sincere pleasure. But if you'd prefer to ruin that for me…?"
"No, of course not," he said facetiously, trying to look suitably chastised. "You just sit back for a few minutes and I'll get on with this."
The feel of his hands on her abused feet was amazing and she struggled not to moan as he massaged away the steady ache that she hadn't even noticed before. Finally after maybe five minutes he drew back his hands. "OK?" he asked.
"OK?" she exclaimed. "Absolutely brilliant Chuck, thank you."
He smiled at her. A lovely smile that made the sides of his face crinkle. It made her feel warm inside. She leaned over and hugged him round the middle, kissing him on his cheek.
"You deserve it Sarah. You have a hard job, I imagine you're on your feet for most of your shift," he told her. "It can't be comfortable in those shoes."
She was struck again by his empathy for her situation. "What else can you do with those amazing hands of yours Chuck?" she flirted.
"Well, I guess I can start with this," he said reaching out to run them up and down her sides.
"Oh God Chuck," she moaned. "You're such a tease." Most guys would grope her bits, but Chuck went to do something she'd already told him she liked.
"Says the woman who's sitting naked in my lap," he grinned.
"Point," she allowed. "So what are you up to tomorrow?" she asked, as his hands went up to her neck and then through her hair. "Oh God Chuck," she moaned. "That's amazing!"
"Uh, more meetings," he replied. "You have beautiful hair Sarah."
"What time do you start?" she asked, voice a little unsteady. What he was doing with his hands wasn't sexual but it felt more intimate than anyone else groping her tits and ass had ever felt.
"Oh, I'm meeting my sister for lunch," he replied. "About 1pm. Then a company meeting after that." She almost groaned as his hands went back to her back.
"Oh well, at least you'll get a reasonable amount of sleep," she said.
"More than you," he joked.
"Yeah," she replied glumly.
"Poor Sarah," he replied, hands going into her hair again. "So what do you do with your afternoons?" he asked.
"Oh, just everything you'd normally fit into the rest of the day," she explained. "Shopping, bills, reading. That's feels amazing Chuck," she moaned as his hands continued to caress her hair and massage her head and neck.
"Reading?" he asked.
"Oh I'm trying to do a business management course," she explained. "I didn't get to do uni and I guess I won't be able to do this forever." She thought the course may be a waste of time given her circumstances but it was nice to challenge her mind.
"Wow, beautiful and brainy," he murmured.
"Right back at ya Chuck," she told him, meaning every word.
"Oh come on Sarah," he retorted, "maybe you need your eyes tested!"
She turned round and faced him in surprise, not noticing as his hands fell away. "You don't think you're good looking?" she asked.
He grimaced, scrunching up his nose. In its own way it was an adorable expression. "No of course not. I'm tall, lanky, unfit."
"No way Chuck!" she exclaimed. "You're tall, yeah, but you look great physically, your eyes are amazing and your hair's to die for!"
"You like the hair?" he grinned. "Ellie always wants me to cut it!"
"Don't!" she told him. "You look great with the hair. If other woman are like me they probably want to run their hands through it."
"So, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen wants to run her hands through my hair?" he observed, oblivious to the thrill which ran through her at the compliment. "I may never cut it!"
"I wouldn't go that far Chuck," she grinned, enjoying their easy banter. "There's a fine line between cute and too long."
"Ha!" he laughed. "That's the thing with women. First you give, then you take away!"
She grinned. "And don't you believe it buster. Men need training."
He grinned back and subsided into his chair, hands gently gripping her sides. He suppressed a yawn and she looked at him a bit more closely. He looked tired and she thought that the best evening she'd ever had was closer to its end than its beginning.
"I guess I should think about heading," he said, looking at his watch.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"It's coming up for 2am," he said. "Maybe a few more songs?" he asked.
"Whatever you like, Chuck," she said, feeling a bit emotional. "You're already the client I've had the most fun with, ever."
He smiled nicely. When he smiled like that the sides of his face crinkled and it looked really cute. She wondered what dating him would be like for real. She was sure he was a generous and loving man, something which had been absent from her life up to now.
"Are you OK Sarah?" he asked, "You just looked really sad."
"Oh, I was just wondering how this night would end if it was a real date, Chuck?" she flirted.
He grinned at her. "You really want me to tell you?"
"Describe it to me Chuck," she said, feeling a bit dangerous. His hands were back on her back and she pushed into the contact. "What would you do to me when you got me home?"
"Well, that's easy Sarah," he replied. "You're a goddess. I'd worship you."
"How?" she asked. "Tell me how?" She was suddenly desperate to know how this amazing man would treat her body. She leaned into him.
"Well, I see myself kissing you Sarah," he said in a low voice, mouth by her ear, breath causing goose bumps to jump out on her neck. "Then I'd sit you down on the bed, and push you back. I'd kiss your mouth, our tongues would rub together gently and then I'd trail light kisses down your neck, your shoulder, to just above your breasts." His fingertips traced down the route leaving a trail of fire under her skin.
"Then I'd kiss your breasts. Not the nipple just now. I'd drop little pecks with my lips on the sides, and bottom of your breasts, I'd massage them gently with my hands," he suited action to words with his hands and she couldn't quite suppress a moan of arousal. Her eyes were closed and in her imagination she could see him doing this to her.
"Then I'd drop my mouth on your beautiful breast, I'd gently kiss around it with my lips, then I'd brush my tongue across your nipple." She gave a great shuddering moan and pressure built within her as he brushed his fingertips across her left nipple.
"I'd keep flicking it, gently kissing you, and running my hands down your back and kneading your beautiful ass cheeks." The pressure within her reached a crescendo and she clenched her legs around his, shaking involuntarily as the orgasm took her. He ignored it and continued to caress her body, her breasts, sides and back. He paused to let her breathing calm down, and he kissed her neck gently.
They both knew what had happened and it seemed they both enjoyed the fact that it had. Sarah was embarrassed but still turned on, although very grateful for the presence of her little towel. "Go on," she rasped, suddenly desperate to hear more.
She could hear the grin in his voice. "I would stay with your breasts for a little while to make sure they felt fully appreciated, then I'd kiss down your sides, your hips, your thighs." She tensed in anticipation as he traced his route again. "Then I'd be at your core. I'd push you back on the bed, and then I'd kneel down, grab your ass cheeks and pull you towards me. Then I'd bury my mouth in your wet pussy." She moaned and it was all she could do not to rub herself as his hands massaged her ass and her back and he kissed her neck again.
"I'd run my tongue over your lips as I enjoyed the taste of you. I'd use my lips on you and then I'd flick my tongue over your clit." He pushed his mouth over her neck with hardened lips and she moaned and then he flicked her neck with his tongue as though showing what he would do. The pressure was building within her again.
"I'd carry on doing that until you came again and then I'd get to taste more of your beautiful cum," he intoned and she moaned, picturing it in her mind's eye. "And then, once you were well lubricated, I'd slow push my finger into your pussy. I'd reach up and brush it against your G spot even as my tongue was caressing your clit."
"Hnnng," she moaned as she orgasmed again, clenching him with her legs. Eyes closed, she could almost feel him inside her.
"I'd keep going until you came," she could feel the grin in his voice, "And then I'd go some more. I'd continue worshipping your pussy until you were desperate, listening to your soft moans of arousal." She couldn't help it and moaned again then. "And, after you'd begged me for the third or fourth time, I'd finally give in and push my hard cock into your beautiful warm, tight pussy."
He paused and, again, she couldn't control the soft moan of arousal that escaped.
"And afterwards," he said, "After I'd finished worshipping you and your body, I'd wrap you up in a hug and we'd drift off to sleep together." She pushed herself into him, wanting the warm contact. She'd never cuddled with a partner but it sounded lovely, to be held in his warm arms, much as he was cradling her naked body now. The only difference; he'd be naked too.
They stayed like that for a few minutes as her heart rate slowed and she came back to herself. Eventually she opened her eyes, registering the red lighting of the club and the darkened cubicle.
"I- If that happened to me," she finally managed, voice still raspy from arousal, "I'd count myself a very lucky woman Chuck."
"I'd be the lucky one Sarah," he replied. The song was coming to an end and as she looked at him she could tell this was it. He was embarrassed about the talking dirty.
"Chuck," she said. "Thank you for this." She gestured around. "I don't normally do this, but it's been an amazing night and you…well you're just different."
"It has been an amazing night," he agreed. "And I'm glad you enjoyed it. I enjoyed it too."
She met his eyes, and they shared an intense look. She could see intense emotions in those eyes, just as she was sure he could see them in her eyes. She looked down at his hands with a small smile and he seemed to realise and released her with an embarrassed grin.
"Thank you Chuck," she said, trying to communicate more than just the plain words. She half stood and leaned over, brushing a kiss against his cheek. Then she stood, grabbing her now rather damp towel. It was a mess down there and she'd need to clean up before she put her underwear back on.
She stood up with a sad grimace at the loss of contact and started looking around for her bra. Once again, Chuck held it out to her.
She grinned her thanks, putting it on and then pulled the dress over her head, smoothing it out.
"Sarah, what about….?" He gestured at her undercarriage.
"I need to clean up a bit before I put my underwear on, Chuck," she explained. "Someone…" and here she gave him a smile, "Made me rather overexcited!"
He grinned. "What a bad someone," he said.
"Actually it was a rather lovely someone," she said, as he pulled his wallet out. She faced away to give him privacy and concerned herself with finding her panties and tidying up her dress and her hair.
"Sarah," his voice was a bit stilted and she turned back towards him.
He handed her a huge clutch of notes, fifties, a few hundreds. "I wanted to thank you for an amazing, unforgettable evening," he said, handing her the money.
"This looks too much Chuck," she told him. "You shouldn't…"
He held up his hand. "I want to Sarah," he told her. He paused. "I er, I," he paused again and she wondered what was up. "I left my business card in there," he finally forced out. "It's got my personal cell number on it. I know it's against the rules," he said holding his hands up. "But there was just this incredible chemistry between us Sarah, and I wondered if you might want to explore it?"
He looked down. She was a bit stunned. She couldn't deny the chemistry. "I know you probably get loads of creeps wanting you to contact them, so I'm going to leave the ball in your court." He looked up, making eye contact. "If you don't call, it'll still have been an amazing evening, but I'd like to believe we could have more. But I'll leave it to you. I know your life is plenty complex as it is."
She was speechless. She had received cards from clients before. Normally dirtbags who wanted you to be a stripper at some bachelor party or some such. She always threw them in the trash. She didn't think she'd be so quick to throw this one in the trash.
"Thank you Chuck," she told him. "I'll think about it tomorrow."
"Oh, er great," he said obviously surprised. "No pressure Sarah," he re-iterated and then they both paused, suddenly uncomfortable.
She smiled. "I'll show you out," she told him, folding the cash up and holding on to it. There was too much to press into her garter. At the top of the stairs, she paused.
"Thanks for a memorable night Chuck," she told him, giving him a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I won't forget it in a hurry."
"Thank you, Sarah," he replied, "for an equally memorable night." He squeezed her in the hug gently, then disengaged and walked away.
Later in the taxi on the way home she held the business card he'd given her, turning it over in her hands. "Carmichael Industries" it proclaimed. "Charles Bartowski, CEO". He'd tipped her six hundred dollars, in addition to the five hundred he'd paid her for the VIP dances and the seven hundred she'd already made that evening. All in all she'd made two thousand dollars net tonight. Far and away her biggest payday ever. That, in itself, guaranteed she'd always remember this night, but the man named Chuck had made a big impression and she wondered what she'd decide to do in the cold light of day?
I want to just say a little more about reviews. I've been reading fanfiction in different fandoms for over 15 years now. I've seen a number of fandoms wither and die. A recurring theme in those that do is that somebody starts to flame writers (and subjects) they don't like, leaving only writers they do. Those writers who've been flamed then don't write in those fandoms. But when a fandom loses its writer diversity it often loses its reader diversity as well and then people go to read stories in other fandoms and even existing writers lose interest over time. Chuck fanfiction has kept going for a long time, but it requires new writers to come in with new ideas to refresh the fandom. If people send anonymous guest reviews flaming those writers, that's just not going to happen. If you genuinely are a fan and you don't like someone's story, then just go onto the next one. You'll be doing everyone a favor.
Many writers delete offensive anonymous guest reviews but I thought I'd paste in some of the comments I've received below so that readers can understand how pathetic and needlessly offensive some people are:
#1: So just another story where a male writer feels the need to degrade a strong and independent female character. No surprise that your first positive review came from a high school student with his own pathetic little fantasies. Go back to AO3 and stay there with the other trash. Good riddance.
So since you didn't have the guts or the decency to login I'm gonna call you No-Guts#1. If you would have given me the benefit of the doubt and read the rest of the story before lashing out, you would have found that Sarah is still a hugely strong and independent character who repeatedly does the right thing, even at cost to herself.
#2: A lot in common with your Ao3 story. Chuck doesn't act like Chuck and Sarah doesn't act like Sarah. Just two people you dreamed up and called Chuck and Sarah. It's not fan fiction, but it is your fantasy fiction. And you're letting everyone know you have a striptease fetish. lol. Pathetic and sad.
I think I'm gonna call you TinyMind#1 because that's what you seem to have – a small and closed mind. I personally find that quite sad and pathetic! When a majority of teenagers watch or have watched hardcore porn, you're worried about stripping? Get a life!
#3: lol. Only a handful of reviews and all of them from mouth breathing needy little cis men. Noticed that your little story over on AO3 has exactly ZERO comments/reviews. How pathetic. People aren't interesting in your t*** sex game and stripping fantasies. You're not writing about the show's characters. Do you even read Chuck fanfic stories or just the trashy 'M' stuff? Pathetic. You're writing your unrealistic fantasies. And no one cares enough to give you any comments. How sad. lol. Women don't like being degraded and objectified. If you knew any real women, you would know that. Stop reading p*** and try and find a real woman. You might learn a few things.
I think I'll go for No-Guts-TinyMind#1 for you. I actually pissed myself laughing at your comment and I shared it with my wife who also pissed herself laughing. Like I'd actually care what a small-minded, inbred, gutless douchebag like you was saying!
Isn't it hilarious how people who have bad things to say always hide behind anonymity and never have the guts to say anything that could be traced back to them. Until you have the guts to say anything while logged in, could I suggest you all three go onto the next story, or perhaps try travelling outside your own small-town lives to actually understand what goes on in the real world. Now, please feel free to go back to screwing your sister/brother/cousin/dog (delete as appropriate).
