Notes

You: Hi there, I'm Sarah, 19! I wanted to play out something where we are both students at a university earning money at a strip club - you the body guard and me the stripper. And despite the environment we would be pretty shy around each other and develop strong romantic feelings! As for how I look: I have brown shoulder length hair, my eyes and eyebrows are the same as my hair. My skin is really pale but in the summer I have a pink tan line across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. I am pretty tall for a girl, at 5'10'' as I play the middle position for my uni volleyball team. My body type is skinny/fit. My legs are the most toned part of me.

The Starter: It's another Friday night at the Midnight Star club. I am in the dressing room getting ready with the other girls. I am wearing a dark purple lace body suit that leaves nothing to the imagination, leaving my ass bare and my nipples poke through the lace. I am in knee high fishnet tights and in platform heels. I am currently adjusting my make up and hair, pulling my hair up into a high ponytail. You are in the room, watching over all the girls. Ashley comes up to me and spanks my ass laughing "Girl! You are going to get some serious cash with that outfit". I laugh shyly and spank her back. We are always cheerful before a dance, keeping the mood high and positive.

(Please continue after introducing yourself with an age, name and description!)

Stranger: I’m reading

You: ty

Stranger: (Nash, 21, black hair, brown eyes, slim but athletic build, 6’1, no tattoos. Nice to meet you! I hope we both enjoy this rp together. Any questions for me before we continue?)

You: (Nope, please continue :))

Stranger: (Do you have like a nickname for your dancer? Or do you go by your actual name in the club? And do we know each other at the university as well or just as coworkers at the club?)

You: (We know each other but aren't super super close. Lets say the stage name is "Amber")

Stranger: (Got it)

Stranger: I put on my club uniform and put in my earpiece and radio along with my watch in the locker room on the other side of the club. “Nash you got stage duty tonight.” My supervisor tells me. “You got it Mac.” I tell him. I make sure everything is good to go and leave the locker room and walk around the club, making sure everything is secure before we open for the night. I head to the stage and make my way to the dressing room door and knock. “10 minutes til showtime ladies!” I call out. This certainly wasn’t how I imagined spending my time outside of class. But because I busted my knee I was out of a scholarship so I had to work to pay. I was built enough to handle these duties easily. Plus it was kind of fun throwing out drinks every now and then.

Stranger: *drunks

You: I put in the last bobby pin into my ponytail to make sure my hair is flawlessly up and out of the way and then I run up to you as you tell us to hurry. I push you a little with my hip, "Hey stranger" I blush, happy to see you tonight. I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself to dance. "I have a private booking after, can you make sure your pager is loud?" I seem a bit more worried today than usual. I am a popular request, I will perform privately for clients but always follow all the rules and never have direct intimacy with them. In the private room there is a panic button for the strippers to press discretely and the body guard gets it sent to their pager device on their belt. I step on the stage and the second the light touches my body, I am an entirely different person. I hype up the crowd of mostly rich business men and start spinning on the pole to the music

Stranger: “I’ll keep it taped to my ear.” I tease and give you a small smile as you walk past me to climb up onto the stage. I stood by the stairs that led up to the stage, making sure no one got any smart ideas to rush the stage. The stage was lifted enough to where nobody could climb on accept the backstage area and these steps. I stood in my position and performed my usual routine, scanning the crowd. Picking out faces of those who may or may not cause trouble. And then I would also see you on the stage. Your smile was almost as bright as the strobe lights that shot across the stage as you danced. You were good. A great dancer in fact. I knew you were popular, but that’s what made me a bit more worried for your safety. I stayed in my post until your set was over and you were ready for your private show

Stranger: *except

You: After performing the dance for the entire club I gather my money and have a few minutes to fix up my make up again before I go to the private showing . The private booking is for a bachelor's party, they seem all incredibly problematic. One thing that I didn't know was that the club owner was part of this, he is one of the groomsmen. I am extremely nervous, dancing on the grooms lap, being careful to not actually put any of my weight on him. For now everything seemed up to code. The men beg me to strip more for more money. I feel the pressure to please them, especially when the owner, Tom, nods at me. I keep dancing at the pole anxiously (feel free to play them/explore the power dynamic)

Stranger: When I walked with you to your show, I noticed you weren’t doing a one on one session, but with a group. This could be a little more troublesome. I leaned over to you to make sure you heard me over the sound of the club music. “As soon as you feel one of these guys get too close, page me. You know I’ll be there.” I say before letting you go in. I remained by the entrance and counted how many were in the room and who were eyeing you the most intently. I tell one of the other guards over my radio to be ready to assist me if I need it. “They’re willing to pay more Amber. So give them what they want.” The owner tells you, snapping his fingers at you to hurry and strip more as he gathers some of the money thrown for himself.

You: I stand there in utter shock, they way Tom implies for me to do certain things is intimidating me. I get up and gingerly slide the straps off of my shoulders, exposing my breasts, my nipples hard from the stressful situation. One of the friends makes me sit on the grooms lap again and I feel hands all over my body. I stare at Tom, whispering "I can't.. I can't do this" my body freezes as I feel hands all over me, the groom gently bouncing me on his lap, pretending that I am riding him. I can feel his hard member through his jeans rubbing against the thin fabric of my panties.

Stranger: I can hear more laughing and cheering from the private room as I stood outside the entrance. I figured you just finished your set and was ready to leave. I was surprised you didn’t have to signal me. I was about to turn to escort you out when I see Tom walking out with arms full of cash. “Where’s Amber?” I tell him. “Who?” He responds back. “Oh she is getting real into it with the whole group. They’re loving it!” He laughs. I shake my head at his response. I push past him into the private room. “Hey she’s not ready to leave!” He tries to tell me. I see you in clear distress as the group huddle around you, groping your body and pulling your hair down, laughing and making crude comments towards you. My fists clenched but I had to make sure things didn’t escalate. I walk over to the groom. “Alright gentlemen. Your time is up. Let her go.” One of them, much smaller, turns to me. “The fuck it ain’t! We paid extra to get her more. Now let us have our way with her.” He says. But he shouldn’t have said that. I stand in the middle of the group and shove off a few of them with my shoulder and look down at the groom. “How about you apologize to to her before I kick your teeth in and throw your whole group out?” I tell him. He was almost too scared to speak. I take off my jacket and put it around you and help you up.

You: I am covered in grip marks, my make up and hair are a mess. I breathe heavily, my heart still racing from what just happened to me. My knees feel weak, I can't seem to figure out how to get up on my heels, despite walking so confidently in them earlier. I manage to hug myself a bit as you drape your jacket over me, thinking of how to explain this to you without getting in trouble. I'm scared Tom will do something worse if I expose everything that just happened "I.. I have to go home" I tell you timidly
You watched many girls go through something like this, it was a right of passage. However, his is the first time you witnessed first hand what the aftermath looked like. Most developed some kind of alcohol or drug addiction just to cope.

Stranger: I just nod and cover you as much as I can so the rest of the club can’t see what happened. “Hey can we get another girl in here? We paid to be entertained!” You can hear the group say from behind us. I wave over one of the other girls to take you back to the dressing room. “Take care of her.” I tell her and look at you. “I’m sorry Amber. I should’ve been in that room the whole time.” I say before she takes you into the dressing room.

You: I run to the changeroom and quickly change into a different body suit, not giving you the chance to interact with me further. I fix my make up and force myself to relax. I leave your jacket on my chair and enter the dance floor again like nothing happened, but inside I am heartbroken

Stranger: I notice you came back out as I was getting a drink from the bar. “Why is she still here?” I thought to myself as I see you. “Hey Nash! This isn’t casual Friday. Get your jacket back on.” My supervisor says over the radio. “Yeah I got it. Some drunk spilled their whiskey on me so I had to get a new one.” I lie to him and make my way over to you. I lightly touch your shoulder, keeping you from walking onto the stage. “Hey… why are you here?” I say and look over at you.

You: I flinch a little. When you see my eyes you see just how broken and destroyed "I have to finish my set" I tell you softly, looking anxious 'I have to keep dancing"

Stranger: I shake my head. “You are in no condition to push yourself. If the crowd sees you aren’t into it and Tom hears about it, things will only get worse. You need to go home. Please.” I tell you. “I’ll stay with you until I make sure you have a ride home…”

You: I feel you push me towards the changing rooms, having no choice but to comply. I am quiet as you guide me to the changeroom, locking the door for no one else to come in. I kick off my heels while my hands grip on to the back of the chair, wincing when my bare feet touch the cold ground. My posture is broken and you watch my back shake and flex in discomfort as I slide the bodysuit off. I have various marks on my body, especially at my waist, where I was held the most tightly. I take a moment to get my breathing under control. After a moment or two I pull on some jeans and a grey hoodie and pack away all the cash into my purse. I find my sneakers that were under my vanity and force my feet into them. The last thing I do is look in the mirror, I very carefully remove some make up that has streaked down my cheeks and force a smile, convincing myself I will get through this. I turn my attention to you, still not able to look into your eyes "I can call an uber, it's alright" I bite the inside of my cheek

Stranger: I shake my head. “You’ve been through enough tonight. Last thing I want to do is put you into a car with a stranger that knows you work as a dancer.” I say and grab my jacket from your chair and you notice I take off my earpiece and radio and set it on the dressing room table. “If you’ll allow me, and if you trust me, I’ll take you home.” I say softly.

You: "Alright... thank you" We gget to your car and I look at you, seemingly nervous to be in space that is controlled by you. My gaze darts from the passenger seat to your face, trying to gage if this is a safe space for me to be in. My hesitancy doesn't last long as you don't give me the time to think too long about this. I sit down in the passenger seat, with the purse in my lap. When you sit down I do feel a little safer, you have always been nice to me and as far as I know, you haven't advertised to anyone that I worked at the club. "Are you sure you can leave mid shift?" I ask, concerned for your job

Stranger: “Yeah I’ll have one of the guys who owes me a favor cover me for the night.” I say as I send a quick text on my phone. If Tom or Mac find out something else is up well… this is more important.” I say softly and turn on the car. I put the radio at a low volume and set the car to a comfortable temperature for you. “I’m just going to drive around the city. And when you are comfortable enough, just tell me where I can drop you off.” I say to you as I begin driving through the city, the lights of the busy streets and skyscrapers of building illuminating the night sky.

You: "Thank you, Nash" I hold my phone in my hands, my grip tight for a moment, but your voice seems to relax me. I watch the lights of the street zoom by in the window and lean back just slightly, trying to fully relax myself and keep a calm demeanor "Do you have a roommate?" I ask, somewhat shyly. "I don't want to wake mine up...she will know something is wrong if I come before my shift is supposed to be over... I told her I work at a warehouse". You can tell how dearly I am trying to keep what happened to me under wraps with as little amount of people knowing as possible. "I need to shower too.."

Stranger: I nod as I listen to you. I completely understood where you were coming from. It’s the reason I got a place by myself to dispel any suspicion of where I worked. The few who do know only know that I work night security in the city but not specifically where. “Yeah I’ve got a place, and no I live by myself. Don’t expect anything luxurious though. We don’t make nearly as much as you girls do.” I give you a small smile before heading onto the highway and towards my apartment building. You recognized the area as we got closer. It wasn’t too far off from the university.

You: Your gentle approach and tone provides me the space to let my guard down. I get out of the car by myself but I keep close to your side, suddenly feeling better with you near by. "I just need to stay for an hour or two... please". My voice nearly breaks as I talk, you can tell I can only pretend to be okay for so long. It's taking a lot of effort to keep it together and not sob on the streets

Stranger: I nod and walk up the stairs of my building with you. “Take as much time as you need…” I say calmly and fidget open the door lock. “Sorry it can be a bit tricky at times…” I say. You saw the the building was a bit older from the outside. I managed to get it open and turn on the light and toss my keys on the counter and help you in. You notice the apartment was clean and well maintained, unlike the appearance of the rest of the building. You see that it’s also smaller than yours, considering I only live by myself. “It ain’t much, but it does the job.” I say. The kitchen and living area was all one space. The only other doors were to my room and the bathroom. The bedroom was large, the bed easily bigger than one person needs. There was already a towel folded that I had laid out for when I returned from my shift and I hand it to you. “Bathroom is over here.” I say and turn in the light for you. “Need anything? Hungry at all?” I ask

You: I look around, my chest feeling less tight and my anxiety lessening. "No no it's alright, I just need to stay till sunrise, that's when I would usually come home". I set my bag down but not before pulling out a stack of twenties. I earned more than enough tonight. I put the stack on your counter top discretely, not saying anything about it. "I'm just going to shower really quickly, do you mind giving me some clothing to change into? I promise to wash it and return them after". I want to crawl out of my own skin when I think about the events that happened tonight

Stranger: “Yeah of course.” I say and go to my closet, not noticing the money. I grab a long sleeve shirt and some sweatpants for you. “The walls are thick so I don’t worry about waking the neighbors, but it can get quite cold at night. I say as I fold the clothes and then hand it to you. “Like I said, take as much time as you need.” I say and look over at you as I hand them to you. “You’re safe here with me…” I say softly and smile a bit

You: I nod, waiting for you to instruct me and show me the shower. I stand at the bathroom door, me inside the bathroom and you outside "I'll be quick" I tell you shyly now and gently close the door on you. I wasted no time and strip my clothing, getting into the shower. Once I feel like I am in the clear, I start to sob, finally breaking down as I soap myself up

Stranger: I close the door for you and take a deep breath. The night could’ve gone better, but it also could’ve gone a hell of a lot worse. I run my hand through my hair before going to the kitchen and getting some water, putting away my work clothes and making sure you had a pillow and fresh sheets for you to sleep with if you decide to. I knew this was a hard night so it might be hard for you to sleep, but I felt this was still the right thing to do

You: I spend too long in the shower, almost having you worried. In about half an hours I walk out, my hair dripping wet and making the clean shirt you gave me wet at the shoulders. The sweat pants look huge on me. I walk out and see you, I look broken, still crying a bit. I clearly can't take care of myself at all, I need someone to tell me what to do

Stranger: I look up from the bed and see how completely worn out you looked. At first I couldn’t tell if you were still crying since you got out of the shower but I saw how red your face was and your eyes. “Hey…” I say softly and stand up and walk over to you. “It’s ok…” I whisper softly and start to bring my arms around you, hesitating a bit. “You’re safe… you’re safe now…” I whisper again, assuring you.

You: I wrap my arms around you and hide my face in your chest "Tom made me... I didn't want to. They were so awful, they grabbed me and they made me,," I sob, clutching to you as you try to get me into the bed

Stranger: “Shhh…. I know. I’m so sorry Amber…” I didn’t know if think that was your actual name but it was the one you always told me to call you by. I rub your back slowly and hold you against me as gently as I could for several moments before sitting on the bed. “Cmon… you should rest.” I whisper to you and look down at you, trying to wipe some tears from your face.

You: I look a bit uneasy as you bring me to the bed, trying to convince me to relax. I get hesitant but you manage to show me I am safe. "It's Sarah... that's my real name". I down in the sheets as you make room for me

Stranger: I smile a bit. “Nice to finally meet you Sarah.” I tease. “I’m Nash.” I say and move some of your stray hair from your face as I helped you relax. I noticed you were still holding onto me a bit as I sat by your side. “Do you… want me to stay with you? I’m perfectly fine with taking the couch for tonight.” I say

You: I kind of pull you closer in response, scared to be alone "No, it's okay, it's your bed. Just stay" I get more comfortable, clinging to you and being a close as possible as you lay down with me

Stranger: I lay down with you and I bring the blanket over to you and make sure you have enough room. “I’ll be right here…” I say softly. “If you need anything at all. Or if you just want to vent and let it all out or just lay here in silence, I’ll be here for you.” I say as I look over at you, noticing our eyes met