#bishop x reader

“And then I get there, there’s a shovel— I look over to them, I’m like— ‘What do I do?’ G goes ‘Start digging’ and man— if I knew that for the next hours, I’d be deep in dirt, Alamo sprinting on top of a horse? Yeah, I wouldn’t fucking believe it.”

“Rue, you’re so stupid but that’s not funny.”

You stood in the makeup room, alone with Rue. The other girls had gone to refresh their playlist lists, you always did it one day early. So, there you sat with Rue, something unusual for you.

Rue just shrugs at your comment, “It all worked out.” You had your lingerie from the other night on your hands, replaying your moment with Bishop. One small drop of his cum dried off. You take a deep breath, reaching for a tissue.

“Two nights ago, Bishop asked each one of us about you.” You look at her for a moment, “Asked us what we would talk about, if you ever made us unusual questions, done unusual things.” You take a peek outside; you see Bishop stand in a corner with G.

Rue was sitting beside you, taking her chair you pull it to the point that your mouth is on her ear. “I don’t know, what is your purpose. But whatever it is, fucking drop it.” You shove her back; her eyes being met with fear. She gulps, nodding. “…Thank you, Lola.”

G walks in, humming a song, Bishop behind him. “Who sings this?” He shows his phone to the two of you. “Charli XCX.” You answer. G hums, bringing his blunt to his mouth. “That little Mexican girl your friend, Rue?” G asks to Rue, talking about Maddy Perez. “Yeah, Maddy. Known her since High School.”

“How come she didn’t pick you for the photos?” G taps your head. The club was going to open late, because Maddy was going to do a photoshoot thing with a girl she managed with both Magick and Kitty. You roll your eyes at him, pointing at your eye. “Nonsense! It don’t even look that bad.” “You tell her that.” You mutter.

Your eyes drag to Bishop who just quietly stood between Rue and G. “Why did you guys do that to Rue? This girl isn’t danger.” You poke towards G and Bishop. “It’s not really your business.” Bishop answers quite quick.

A smile appears on your face, a mad one. “The two of you are mid 30 year old men, sitting on your knees, sucking a pimp’s dick for money. He tells you dig a girl in a hole. You guys literally, dig a girl in a hole?” G rolls his eyes to you, “It’s just Rue.” He mumbles, looking at her, “No offense.”

Rue just shrugs, “It’s really not that big of a deal.” “It’s not. Lola doesn’t really know what she’s talking about.” Bishop talks again, making you turn to him again. You stand up, now being face to face to him.

“Are you proud of this job? Kill people and put them in misery every day?”

“Beats dancing half naked in a pole for money.”

Suddenly the man you loved wasn’t in front of you. It was back to Bishop, Alamo’s henchman. The creep that lurked around with prayer beads for just his own protection, as if they were to hide his sins.

The slap got first before your tears. And you slapped, hard.

“Oh! Hey— Hey—” G reacts quick with words, Rue pushes her hands to her mouth. Bishop couldn’t even process what had happened, hand to his cheek, he sees you walk away.

Bishop knew better. He wasn’t going to go after you, not now. His cheek burned; it had a light sting because your nails carved him a little.

꧂

The two of you didn’t talk all day. Not until your break.

G approaching you with phone in hand, Alamo. “You slap Bishop?” You start looking around the club for him, not finding him anywhere.

“Bishop is 80 and a pervert and offended me.”

“Dumb bitch I could give less of a fuck what Bishop is. You don’t ever lay a hand on one of my men.”

Your eyes instantly roll, hearing G giggle beside you. “You go apologize to him or I’ll show you a true smack you hear me? You lucky my ass not there to give you a true beating.” Alamo speaks with more anger before telling you to pass the phone back to G.

He hands you and ice pack in return for the phone. “Out back.” G points to the back door before walking away talking with Alamo on the phone.

Quitting. It’s the only thing walking through your brain. It’s what’s for the better, you can’t keep being under this workplace. The love for Bishop was the thing holding you back.

You walked out too quick, a quick whine escaping your lips when you’re met with the cold air. Only standing in high platform shoes and an aquamarine fringe bra with white booty shorts. On your right, Bishop sat, looking at you.

The of you stay quiet, the wind blowing through. Taking a deep sigh and gripping the ice pack, you walk towards him until you sit beside him. Your hand caresses his cheek, seeing his face scrunch up.

“You are so fucking dramatic.”

“You’re the one that slapped me.”

You roll yours eyes again, slowly bringing the pack to his cheek. “I’m not doing this because I want to. Alamo told me to do it or else he’d kill me so, great to know I was the other woman all along.” You joke, hearing him hum. “Jealous of the love I get around?” “Yeah…” You put the ice pack away, your hand caressing his cheek again.

“Bishop, you really offended me. I hated how you treated me.” Bishop turns to you, meeting your eyes. “You know what my work was the moment you met me. You know I work under Alamo. I’m not proud of what I do and you know that— and you think what you told me, didn’t offend me?” Bishop asks you, your eyes drifting away, compelling your thoughts.

You can’t explain why, your eyes are tearing up. It wasn’t fair, the life the two of you were under, the things that kept occurring that were putting you and Bishop to the test. “It’s not fair, is it?” The tears fall, quickly you lift your face up, not wanting your makeup ruined. “It’s not.” Bishop whispers, his eyes never moving away from you.

“I need to quit, B.” You sniffle, looking back at him. “It’s the only solution.” He doesn’t say anything, letting your words wonder into his brain. “Solution to what?” “To us. Either leave each other forever: it’s the best for us or—” You shrug, “We run away, we can be content creators or tarot readers whatever the fuck works.”

Bishop laughs, a very genuine laugh. He even places his hands to his face, giggling away. You on the other hand, are not. “Bishop, I’m serious.” He looks back at you, calming down, “I know…I know.” Bishop sits up, offering his hand to you.

Standing up with him, his hands go to your neck, holding your face. “I promise everything will be sorted out.” He massaged your neck.

“I’m sorry I upset you.”

“I’m sorry I upset you, B.”

Your eyes trace to his lips, without thinking, you lean to kiss him. It had felt so long since you last kissed him . It was so complex to go so back and forth with Bishop. Yet it felt so good.

“Bishop!” You gasp when your back hits the wall, his strong hands traveling to your bare butt, guiding his thigh between your legs. “What?” He asks you, as if he isn’t kissing down your neck, “I can’t ever get enough of you.” You moan when your hips start grinding against his thigh. “Baby, I have to go back.” You whimper; however your hips don’t stop chasing the friction.

He hums, leaving small kisses on your jaw before getting to your lips. “Tonight.” He whispers softly against your mouth, feeling you laugh. Bishop leaves the smallest smack on your butt when you walk back in. He can feel his heartbeat, he takes his prayer beads out his pocket.

Bishop sits back down, for the first time he prays for you. Just for the universe to protect over you, to let you know you are loved and appreciated by him. He loves you. It’s the one thing he knows it’s true to himself.

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At night, you were placed on the main pole. Giving the best moves on your routine, the floor covered in money. The girl, Maddy was sitting by Alamo’s booth on her computer.

It was whatever for you. That is what you were thinking until Alamo and Bishop walked out the office. “There she is.” Alamo talks once he approaches the booth. Maddy looks up with a smile, “The club is so photogenic.”

To be honest you couldn’t hear the full conversation, given you were a little bit far and were more focused on the music. That didn’t stop Bishop from looking, looking over the club, his eyes finding yours. You flash a smile while twirling on the pole, mouthing to him; ‘I love you, daddy.’ He doesn’t do anything, just sits on the booth to play it low.

But that’s when you hear it. And you hear it perfectly clear.

“Hey. I’m Maddy.”

“I know.”

The fuck?

Your head turns to the booth quick. All you see is Bishop looking at her. It all happens quick, she turns her attention back to Alamo, Bishop goes back to looking around. You don’t know what that was, but you just hated it.

It was such a small interaction. It never occurred to you that Bishop would ever talk with another girl. Not just any girl, but her, Maddy. You want to move past it, really you do. But when you see Alamo stand up and make his way through the crowd, they start talking again.

“Is he always this defensive?” Maddy asks him in an annoyed tone. Bishop turns to her again, “It wouldn’t be normal if he wasn’t.” She chuckles. “What do you do?” Now she closes her laptop, putting her attention to Bishop.

Bishop didn’t know what to do. Now he had to investigate this woman and her intentions with the place. “I’m his henchman.” He replies, looking back to the club, looking for you. There you were, picking up all the money on the floor and putting it in a bag.

When you look up, your heart drops far too quick, you even felt like you were about to fall. Bishop stood there, offering his hand to Maddy to get her off the booth. Your eyes linger on her manicured hand, the way it lands on top of Bishop’s.

Oh my God, you’re going to be sick.

It hurts even more knowing the two of them left together just then. You had no idea what they did and you didn’t want to. You kept telling yourself you were overthinking everything, but it was like your thoughts were eating you alive.

When were the two of you going to be normal?

꧂

Taking a shower was exactly what you needed. Doing your skincare, putting on oil and moisturizing cream, you had never felt so fresh.

The knock on the door doesn’t surprise you anymore, especially with connecting the two long knocks to Bishop. Putting on a robe, you make your way towards the door, slowly opening it.

There he stood, a small bouquet of flowers, and a white bag. “Hey, you.” He mutters, you smile to him. Letting him in he hands you the flowers, landing a kiss on top of your head. Bishop places the white bag on the kitchen counter.

“These are from your garden?”

“Yes.”

You smile smelling the flowers, quickly running to place them on a vase with water. “Is this the mark you like?” Turning over your him, you see him hold your favorite ice cream brand on his hand. “You’re really trying to get laid tonight?” “Funny.” He sarcastically says, going towards the fridge.

Bishop was now on your bed while you stood on the bathroom, door open. The two of you talked for hours about anything, things you had seen on the news, stuff about the club, memories, anything. You stood in the bathroom cleaning some makeup brushes you had around and arranging your counter.

“Maddy’s nice.”

You wish you had a gun to kill yourself the moment you hear those two words come out of Bishop. It even felt like he was doing it on purpose. You take a deep sigh, walking out towards your dresser. “I’ve never talked to her.” You whisper, avoiding finding Bishop’s eyes and focusing on getting your pajamas.

He was already in bed, tucked in almost looking like he was waiting for a bedtime story and kiss to his forehead. “She talked about managing the girls, I brought you up.” He explains, a tiredness on his voice. You shot a glare at him for a moment, “I don’t want to do that.” You snap, going back to the bathroom.

Bishop sighs, sitting up a little, “How else will you get out of dancing?” “I don’t know, how will you get out of the crimes you’ve done?” It didn’t really feel like it was to start an argument, you were tired and had more things to do the next day.

“That’s different.” Bishop says, but all you do is close the door. You take off the robe and hang it where you always placed it. Sliding into your white panties, you put on a lacy blue nightgown you had. “She said she was open to sitting down with you, she thinks there’s a different way to help you that is not— sex working.” Bishop mutters the last part, unsure of not really knowing what Maddy was actually doing with her main client, Cassie.

He quickly erases his thoughts when the door opens again. His eyes ranking your figure. The small dress you wore was driving him crazy. Your skin tone looked beautiful paired with the blue shade. Your nipples were perked and visible underneath, the nightgown showed your curves beautifully.

You make your way to turn off the lights. Crawling on bed you lean to kiss Bishop, “Night.” You mumble, laying down on bed. “Night…” He whispers, seeing you take your side. Usually, you’d lay your head on his chest, talk even more until you’d doze off. And truthfully, he had other plans in mind.

The touch is on your thigh, right below your butt. His hand slowly caressing your skin, not grabbing it, not massaging it, just lingering his hand on you. He drags his nose through your shoulder, leaving a small kiss, then the back of your neck, until getting to the back of your ear.

“You look so beautiful.” He whispers, leaving kisses on your neck. It’s really hard to not give in right now, feeling his erection poke through your back. “This dress…s’ making me want to drag your panties to side— fuck you until you’re out of breath.” Now, he’s touching you harder, sliding his hand under to play with your panties.

You really wanted that to happen, really. It was hard to keep your composure, you didn’t want to give in like all times you had done before. And primarily, you were upset with him. At least you wanted to be.

A warm smile flashes on your face, slowly moving your hand to his. Taking a hold of it, you give it a kiss. “I’m really tired, B.” You whisper. “Night.” His hand lands on your waist when you let go. Bishop couldn’t believe what just happened. You turned him down.

For a moment he looks around, trying to understand if he had done something wrong, was there something the two of you needed to talk about? Had you ran out of birth control pills? Were you cheating on him? Then he thought more, it almost felt like the bulb on his head turned on.

“This is about Maddy.”

Your eyes shot open, turning to him. “What?” You ask in a hard tone. “This…” He scoffs, he fucking scoffs. “Are you jealous?”

“I’m going to fucking sleep, Bishop. If you want to keep bringing up Maddy than you just might as well go fuck her while you’re at it.” You were so close to his face now, practically nose to nose.

There was anger in your eyes, not because of Maddy, but because Bishop actually knew why you had been upset. God Bishop actually knows you head to toe.

Laying back down, you dramatically pulled the sheets more towards you. Bishop thought this was adorable, you loved him to the point that you even got jealous for talking to some girl. He doesn’t realize he’s smiling, looking down at you. He does realize that this is all he wants, he could care less about Maddy, about any other girl.

He leans back down, kissing your temple. “Goodnight, pretty.” He whispers, slowly dragging you to his embrace. You just sigh deeply, convincing yourself you’ve won.

Now in the morning, you wake up to a notification from your phone. Stretching your body, you reach your arm only to find Bishop had already left. “Coward.” You yawn. Phone in hand you read the message from an unknown number.

Hi! It’s Rue.

Bishop gave me your number.

Can I invite you to eat? I need help on something.

You had no idea for what reason Rue was texting you, let alone claiming she needed your help. Bishop giving her your number was raising questions. Why? Mainly, why? Some things were to find out for yourself. Especially having a one on one with Rue. And this was an opening door for that.

Sure.

You couldn’t throw it away.

But he didn’t want that.

You don’t deserve that.

You deserved better.

The morning, Bishop made you breakfast before you could wake up. Walking down the stairs, you saw Bishop sit on his diner table with breakfast present, you couldn’t contain all the happiness going through your body.

You walked over to him and grab his face, leaving the multiple kisses you loved to give all over his face, “For me? You made breakfast for me?” “Mmhm.” Bishop replies, seeing you quietly take your sit. He observes you for a minute.

The purple pajamas he got you, your neck with two red purple hickeys, and your new purple eye that sat on your left eye. “You’re all purple.” He says while you put syrup on the pancakes you had in your plate. “Purple lady.” You mumble, starting to take a bite out your food.

“I need you to tell me what happened last night.” Bishop speaks up after some time, seeing you freeze for a moment. You didn’t know what he meant, if he was talking about the robbery or you slipping in saying that you loved him.

So you went for your safest option, “It was hard to see. I mean I saw the guys walk in but I didn’t think that was happening. When I walked by that’s when they left and—” You point to your eye, “This happens. I don’t know what Magick and Rue were doing in there, I just recall Rue kinda acting off through the day.” Bishop’s ears perked up, “Odd?”

You nod at his question while you sipped your coffee, “Yeah like, I don’t know, she’s been more observant of us. Like if she wants to know we’re thinking about in the work or— no— what we think about working there. It’s like she’s curious if we like being there.” You finish explaining, seeing Bishop actually form thoughts in his head with his eyes.

“What does she ask you?” You shrug trying to remember any conversation you’ve had with Rue. “One day she asked me why I don’t do privates. I gave her the whole story and all. I don’t just small conversations here and there but, it’s mostly with Kitty. Like last night I saw Magick, Angel and Rue all come out so I don’t know if something happened.”

The private. Bishop now knew exactly what you were referring to. “Look, Rue’s cool and all is just that something about her is so…” You make your whole body shiver, thinking about how to describe Rue. “She gives me the heebie-jeebies.” You finish explaining, just for Bishop to hum.

“What is Alamo going to do with the bouncer?” You change the subject for a moment, repeating the events of last night in your head. Bishop doesn’t talk, just brings his hand to his neck and makes a motion of cutting his own neck, you snort. “…Oh you’re serious?” You ask when you don’t see him crack one of his small smiles. “Why would I joke?” He now asks you, but you just shrug.

“You’re going to kill this guy?” It didn’t feel real that Bishop would actually do that to someone. You’re now realizing maybe you don’t know Bishop whatsoever. “I killed a bird the other day. Why would I not kill him?” You raise your eyebrows, shrugging. “Do you want to kill this guy?” “No, but I don’t really have a choice.” He says, on a harsher tone this time.

You stay looking at Bishop for a moment, if you could only enter that brain to see what’s inside. “Can you take me home?” You ask, just then hearing claws hit the floor, you turn to see Snowflake walk by with a smile on his face. Bishop stands slowly, he reaches to grab your head to place a kiss on top of it before walking away. “Of course.” He replies to your question.

You turn to see him pick a leash, putting it on Snowflake. “What are you gonna do now?” You ask. “Go to Alamo’s. Maybe I’ll see you tonight. Since Eddy is…not available.” He explains, seeing you smile to him. “Fun.”

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The next couple of days, Silver Springs was slow. Big Eddy wasn’t there so Alamo left Bishop and G temporarily in charge. He didn’t do much, just some of Eddy’s work while G watched over. But today, neither of them had come in, you hadn’t talked to Bishop since you had been in his house. So that’s why you and the other dancers were doing whatever you wanted.

Sitting in the makeup room, you quietly look at the old Polaroids that were hung in the mirror. In that very same reflection, you look over to the locker with the name ‘Kitty’. Thinking that it was once Angel’s.

“Where’s Magick?” Luna, one of the dancers walks in, taking in the empty room with just you, Midnight and and Rochelle. “Said she was going to Alamo’s, something about that girl Rue.” Rochelle says, doing her eyeshadow. “Oh my God. That robbery thing was crazy!” Luna walks behind you, making eye contact with you through the mirror. “Does it hurt?” You shake your head, “Not that much.”

That’s when you hear a bunch of heels, most of the dancers walking in, including Magick. “Reunión.” She says standing in a corner. That’s when you see him, Bishop. Your heart drops everytime you see him. Repeating all the moments you’ve had with him, how no one knew. Loving him can sometimes feels heavy.

“Ladies.” Bishop speaks from the door, catching your eyes for a moment. You and the rest of the dancers greet Bishop in union. Most of the dancers including you wouldn’t really talk much with Bishop. At least not in the club. He wore a dark blue coat and dark pants. “I need every single one of you to talk to me about Rue.” Each of the girls stay quiet, waiting for his next word.

He looks over at Kitty who stood in the corner. “Kitty.” He speaks, signaling her to follow him. She slowly makes her way to him, his eyes locking with yours again for a moment. “How’s the eye?” His question catches you off guard, suddenly feeling a hundred eyes on you. “B— Better. It’s better.” You answer quick. He doesn’t say anything, just walked away with Kitty. Midnight turns to you.

“That boy likes you.”

“Stop.”

꧂

Bishop went one by one with the dancers. Talking to them about Rue and what they knew about her and what their experiences have been with her. Each time one came back, you all shared the questions he asked.

“He asked me if I had ever seen her at Big Eddy's office alone or doing something off the clock...”

“See, he just asked me if I had seen her with any of the other girls.”

They all shared their conversations all while getting ready for the night. Bishop still hadn’t called you. You were the last one.

You fixed your lingerie top. A baby pink color ‘fembot’ inspired look that was making you feel better about your almost faded black eye. That’s when Midnight steps in the door, pointing towards you. “Miss Lola Bunny, Mr. Bishop will be seeing you now.” She says in a teasing tone, making the others girls giggle and throw ‘oohs’ to your direction.

Shyly, you stepped out the makeup room, making your way to the private on bare feet. Nostalgia kicks in from when you first stepped in with him. How you performed for him and sat you on his lap. Made you come like no other man had ever done before.

“We meet again.” You whisper, closing the door with a lock, seeing Bishop who was looking down. In front of him was a small table with a notebook and pen. He had his coat off and tie undone. Looking up, Bishop feels his heart drop to his dick to the beautiful wardrobe you had on, millions of fantasies rushing tohis head. Had there ever been anything more beautiful than yourself?

“Lola.” He says, attempting to maintain his own self control, “Take a seat.” Confidently, you make your way to him. You freeze a little the moment your bare legs touch the metal chair, crossing your legs. “You already know what I know about Rue.” You speak up before Bishop could, who was still taking in your outfit of the night. “Yeah. Anything else you’ve noticed?” He asks you, grabbing the notebook to read the notes he had taken. “…Her mom’s been calling. I think it’s nice because she told us that they had a rocky relationship.”

He writes that down, which was the same thing other dancers had mentioned. “You wouldn’t happen to know her mom’s name?” “Leslie, I know because that was my grandpa’s name.” You recall in memory one day, Rue mentioning her family, saying her mom’s name had made you look at her for the first time without hatred.

Bishop just hums, looking at his clock for a moment. 8:46pm. “At what time do are you on the main pole?” He asks you, putting the notebook on the table once again. “10pm.” You answer, looking directly at him.

“I’ve missed you, daddy.” You whisper, feeling your pussy flutter at just the idea of calling him that. Bishop felt his heart get tight, eyes focused on the small grind you did on your chair. You hadn’t noticed.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Bishop speaks softly, eyes now on your face, mostly focused on your black eye that was still visible despite your makeup and gemstones. He wishes he could've been there for you, he would kill those men in a second just for you.

You softly bite your lip, taking a deep breath, you uncross your legs to spread them slowly, showing Bishop a good view of your baby pink panties. “I thought about you every night.” Bishop’s eyes were stuck on the wet patch you had right in the center of your panties, knowing the pussy he had pleased so many times was underneath.

“Yeah?” “Yes.” You answer almost too quick, too desperate. Your hand finds your core, your fingers meeting your covered clit, rubbing it. “What were you doing, daddy?” You whisper low, trying to contain yourself from moaning. Bishop breaths hard, seeing you rub yourself, seeing the wet patch spread even more. “Working with Alamo.”

A shuddered breath escaped your lips, your hips now meeting the slow rubs you kept giving yourself. “Magick accused Rue. Says she put drugs on her locker and wants to take Alamo down.” Bishop brings his hand to his crotch, giving his growing erection a squeeze, almost as if he tried to calm himself despite the action that stood in front of him.

“Baby, show daddy his pussy. Show me how you touch it.” He quickly demands, seeing you react quick. Standing up, you pull your panties down, feeling the slickness of your pussy create a sticky connection between your panties, Bishop groans. Sitting back down, you place your feet on the table, giving Bishop now a perfect view of your pussy.

Fingers to your mouth, you suck them deep, cheeks hollowed, you take them to your cunt. “Like this, daddy?” You start rubbing your clit, feeling your own pussy flutter at the friction. “Yeah…” He whispers, eyes hypnotized on your cunt. That’s when you push two fingers in, a whine escaping your lips with shut eyes.

Bishop does a sound of discipline, making you look at him, “One more, baby. Put one more for daddy.” You whine again, bringing one more finger inside your wet pussy. Three fingers in, you showed Bishop how you touch yourself. Going in and out at a quick pace, wet sounds getting louder each time you pushed back in. Breathy moans escape your lips, your eyes rolling back, too lost in the feeling.

“Daddy…” You moan, bringing your fingers out to rub your now puffy clit, feeling your own wetness spread through. Bishop doesn’t need to be called twice, he stands towards you, grabbing you by the neck, he kisses you softly. You moan onto the kiss, your hand now working slowly on you.

He pulls away, “Go to the couch.” Legs lightly shaking, you walk over to the couch, knees on the cushion with hands placed on the back of the sofa. Through the mirror, you see Bishop make his way behind you, looking down on you. His eyes meet yours before sitting on top of the table.

Your legs are pulled by Bishop’s strong hands. His mouth starting to leave numerous kisses to your cunt, before sliding his tongue inside. Uncontrollable moans and small whines left your mouth, feeling all the pleasure from Bishop’s mouth on you. His tongue slid through your puffy lips, his own nose poking inside to it.

“Bishop!” You squeal when you feel his fingers go inside of your soon to be overstimulated pussy. His tongue now sliding from your cunt to your asshole. Your legs started to tremble more, feeling your orgasm get closer by the second. “Daddy— Daddy I’m gonna cum!” Tears well up on your eyes, mentally thankful that you hadn’t done your makeup yet.

He just hums against pussy, mouth deep in your arousal. “Cum, baby.” He pulls away, fingers deep and curling inside of you, his lips shiny wet from your pussy. Bishop gasps when he sees it, his hand going to reach for your thigh, his eyes are trained on the drops of your own liquid dripping out and onto the couch and his hand. Your moans came out deeper, drooling out your mouth while you pushed your hips down, squirting on Bishop’s fingers.

“Daddy! Daddy— Daddy I’m cumming!” You start chanting, your orgasm taking over your body. Bishop doesn’t say anything, he just admires how tight your cunt got on his fingers, letting all the squirt come out of you. He pulls his fingers out, dragging them through your lips one last time, he stands up to unbuckle his belt, springing his erection free.

Standing proud, his dick poured out precum, lightly twitching with need. He strokes his dick before lining himself inside of you. The first whine he heard coming out of you made him grip your neck and lean down to your ear, “Can you take Daddy’s dick? Can you be Daddy’s good girl and take what I give you?” More tears pore out your eyes, followed by a nod. You were still catching your breath from the orgasm you just had, but you did also want Bishop to fuck you, make him feel good.

Bishop straightens his back again, taking a hold of your waist, he slides his cock all the way in, and starts pounding into your fucked out pussy. He kept a quick rhythm, raising his foot to the couch to get a better angle to fuck you. Your ass bounced against Bishop each thrust, his dick pushing in so deep, he was practically kissing your cervix. “Dada…Daddy you’re so big...” You managed to babble out after spending this whole time letting out short breaths ‘ah, ah, ah’ to Bishop’s deep thrusts.

Bishop grunts at the nickname, looking to your fucked expression, how you’d open your eyes just for them to roll at the back of your skull. “Yeah? Daddy’s big inside of you?” You quickly agree with a ‘uh-huh’, trying to not feel embarrassed at the loud wet sounds your pussy kept making with each pound.

He can feel himself getting close, his breath getting tighter with the feeling of your tight walls around him. How were you so still so tight? “You love when daddy fucks you don’t you? You love feeling this dick ruin you and making you go stupid, huh?” Bishop groans out, his movements getting quicker, harder. ''No one out there knows what a whore you are for me.''

You could only moan at him, feeling your own drool make a small puddle on the couch, a part of the mirror getting a small fog from your breath. “I’m gonna cum, daddy.” You choke out, feeling the coil on your stomach getting closer than you had anticipated. “Already? Daddy’s slut just loves cumming on this dick…” Bishop talks, his own orgasm getting near.

Your orgasm came before you could even announce it. Long moans and eyes rolled back is what gives it away. Legs shaking once again, your hand goes to Bishop’s covered up abdomen, shaky hand trying to slow him down. “Please— Daddy please, please, cum—” You beg Bishop, sobbing quietly. He hums at your words, gives you more thrust before pulling out.

Bishop moves the lace that was attached to your bra, moves it up to expose your bare back to him. letting his dick rest on your butt, his cum begins spurting out. You whine while pushing your ass back, turned on hearing Bishop's deep grunts.

“Good girl…Daddy’s good girl.” Bishop praises.

The two of you stay still, heavy breaths, Bishop putting his belt back on, and the music from outside the only things that sounded to your ears. Your body jumps when you feel something swipe through your back. Bishop's hankerchief. ''I'm sorry.'' Bishop mumbles, sitting you down, he graps your panties to put them back on you. ''Did I hurt you?'' You shake your head to him, seeing his eyes softened. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” He still insists, taking your face on his hands, caressing your cheeks. You just lightly shake your head again, kissing his hand before standing on wobbly legs to kiss him.

Bishop pulls away, letting kisses go to your bruised eye and to your cheek, reaching your ear. “I love you, baby.”

You feel your heart swell, a nervous giggle coming out of you. Bishop finds your eyes, softly smiling at you. You just keep giggling. “I love you.” You repeat. It felt really good to say it. Almost too good.

But you knew it was too good to be true.

꧂

The next night, you didn’t see Bishop. But you knew something was to happen to Rue.

Because G told you in the morning he passed by.

“Rue in troubleeee.” He sang sitting on Big Eddy’s chair, counting money. “Good.” Magick scoffed from her makeup chair. You didn’t say anything, I mean, what was there to say. “Did Alamo actually kill the bouncer?” You turn from your chair to face G, who shakes your head at your question. “Bishop did.” You heart drops, you didn’t think he’d actually do it.

“Does he just kill anything Alamo tells him to do?” You ask again. “He got a better aim than I do. Killed some bird for our revenge.” That feeling comes back. You don’t know Bishop. Why would he say he loves you? How can you be loved by someone you don’t know?

That night Alamo came back after a while. Making all the dancers get on the stage to form a line. “This just another humiliation ritual, dude.” Midnight speaks beside you. Alamo walks back in, a smaller woman in a orange suit behind him. “Ladies, meet the beautiful Maddy Perez. She’s looking for some girls to raise some good money.” He explains, looking back at her for moment only for her to flash a smile and a small wave.

Alamo clasp his hands together, “Show your best!” He moves to the side, allowing Maddy have a better view to all the girls. She slowly makes her way to the end, starting to see all of you. It so happened you were first, standing with a black sparkling bikini, she stays looking at your legs, then your crotch, then your tits, furrowing her eyebrows to your face.

“Sup with your eye?” She asks making you chuckle at the memory. “Long story.” You answer. She gives a small frown, walking to the next one. Maddy stays observing the girls, you see how some show their boobs or their bodies.

She then gets to the end, Magick. “Is your neck okay?” She asks, “Claro.” Magick replies quick. “Insurance fraud?” That makes her chuckle, “Por fin, alguien que lo entiende.” Maddy smiles at that, making her way to Alamo. Now beside him, she talks quick, “I’ll take seven and fifteen.” He gives her a small smile, “Cream of the crop.” Alamo looks over to the dancers, “Kitty. Magick.” The two of them quickly turn to him. “Come on over here. Somebody I wanna introduce you to.”

They both make their ways down, Alamo dismissing the rest of you. Packing your things in the makeup room, you had tried to call Bishop all day, not receiving any sign of life. “Wanna have a sleepover and watch Love Island?” Midnight asks you. You look at her before looking down at your phone again, frowning. Standing up, the two of you make your way out, seeing Magick and Kitty talk to Maddy on the booth. “Whatever.” Midnight scoffs, you following behind.

Now in the car, on your way to Midnight’s, you feel your phone ring, Bishop. You look at Midnight. You take the call and quickly lower the volume. “Hello?” “I won’t be there tonight.” He quickly talks, but then you hear it. Rue. Calling out for something. You feel your heart drop for a moment, but you knew better to not react at this moment. “Ok.” You answer, hearing him hang up. “Who was that? Your breathing dildo?” Midnight asks, looking back you.

You don’t know why you feel tears swell up, you don’t even like Rue like that. You should know better, Bishop is a henchman, this is his job. But why did it hurt to know this?

“Yeah.” You reply, blinking away your tears.

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“What a view. It’s not often I get here before you.” Bishop stood beside the dining table, putting down to plates.

You hear your clock beep, 7pm. Snowflakes doesn’t waste time smelling your shoes, wondering were you had been. Honestly, you didn’t have any energy.

“Smells good.” You mumble, going to the bedroom for a moment to drop your work bag, catching a glimpse towards the bed.

You needed to get fucked until you passed out.

Walking back outside, you stay looking at Bishop. His sleeves are rolled up, still on his work clothes. A white button up with red stripes, his dark brown pants and his boho tie. “Sit.” He says, pointing to the chair. You give him a smile, walking towards him a small kiss to his cheek before taking your seat.

Dinner was pretty delicious with a glass of wine. Now on the patio, your feet laid on Bishop’s lap, his hands softly massaging them. “Then we played poker.” Bishop reaches for his pocket, pulling out a roll of money, “$500.” You chuckle. Seeing him throw it your way, “What about you? You’re quiet.” Bishop gives your leg a squeeze.

You take a deep sigh, now sitting up. “I already said it all…I didn’t really have a good day.” Bishop gives you a small frown, “M’ sorry, baby.” He whispers. You don’t really listen to his words, your gaze focused on the floor, lost in your mind.

Standing up, you walk over to Bishop until you’re in front of him, “Bishop I really want you to fuck me. Like hard. Like I want you to fuck me until I pass out and practically have you drain me.”

Bishop’s breath shudders for a moment, looking at you head to toe. “That’s what you want?” “Yes.” He stays looking at you, especially your eyes. Desperate, needy, horny. Bishop holds your hand, giving it a small kiss. “Ok.”

꧂

Bishop would give you all different kinds of sex. It’s what he enjoyed the most, give you what you wanted. Telling him you basically wanted to fuck your brains out did put him a little nervous. He never wanted to actually hurt you, always scared he would go too far. But after going down that track multiple times, he knew you just loved it.

Only the lamp that sat in the corner of the room being turned on, the room is dimmed. Bishop had placed you on the center of the bedroom, giving you all kisses before removing all your clothes. Now sitting on your knees, Bishop had his belt unbuckled, stroking his dick.

Bishop’s thumb on your mouth, you sucked it on a quick rhythm, your hands on your lap. “Are you ready, pretty?” He pulls his thumb out, dragging it through your lips, “Yes, sir.” You whisper, a gulp followed by. He hums, wasting no time shoving his hard cock deep in your mouth.

With no preparation before, it didn’t take you long to gag around Bishop’s dick. He hadn’t begun to fuck your throat yet, testing the waters, he put his hands on the side of your head, sliding his dick all the way out, and pushing pack in until your nose met his pelvis. It didn’t take long for Bishop to start a pace with his thrusts; hard, fast, long.

Soft hands touch the side of his pants, you slowly grip them attempting to maintain yourself still for him. “You love this?” Bishop mutters, feeling his dick get harder with each thrust. Your eyebrows are furrowed, hard. Eyes shut, there’s an amount of saliva already dripping out the corner of your mouth. The only thing coming out you are gags and groans.

Bishop pulls out completely, the strongest slap is left on your cheek, making you gasp, looking up at him. “Answer, bitch.” He demands you, already lining up himself up. You gulp down all the saliva down your throat, leaving your mouth dry, you nod at him. “I love it, sir. It feels so good.”

Cock back in your mouth, Bishop starts getting less scared of fucking your throat. Your pussy is already dripping down the floor, the room was nothing but the sound of your gagging, his deep groans, and the wet sounds from your mouth accepting Bishop’s nine inch cock inside of you.

“Hold it—” Bishop orders, putting his left hand on the top of your head, his right hand on your throat, grips it softly. You instantly let out a cough and instantly moan to this movement, spit coming out all over the corner’s of your full mouth. Your hands grip Bishop’s legs harder, practically nailing him. “Hold it, baby. Oh— just like that.” He groans, looking down to your eyes welling up with tears.

He stayed fucking you like this for what felt like hours, and Bishop could’ve cum just fine with this, but he knew what you needed.

One last thrust, and Bishop pulls out completely. Your saliva looked like a spider web with how it lingered to Bishop’s hard rock dick. You started to catch your breath, coughing and even wheezing to finally having your mouth open.

But Bishop wasn’t going to wait, pulling you by your hair, he pushes you to stand up, his hand now wrapped on your neck, tight. “You know, I don’t even think you deserve all of this. What type of woman complains about a work people out there would kill have?” Bishop whispers, his hand getting even tighter, choking you.

The smallest whine escaped from you, Bishop smirks at how submissive you are. Wasting no time, grips your jaw, spitting directly on your face, before pushing you down the bed. Grabbing your hair again, he turns you to your stomach. “Bishop, please—” You whine, feeling your whole body shake with just pure excitement and need.

With no actual foreplay done to you, Bishop’s shoving himself deep into you results you screaming bloody murder. “Shut it.” Bishop demands, smacking your ass before starting his unforgettable thrusts.

You were so wet, you could hear your own lewd sounds from time to time each time Bishop thrusted in you. “You’re so fucking dirty— so fucking nasty.” He degrades you, having his hand shove your head deep into the mattress, his other hand holding your wrists tight behind your back.

“I wanna be good— Sir—” You couldn’t stop sobbing, overwhelmed with sex and the position Bishop had put you in. “Sir— I wanna be good…” “You will be, honey. But you just have to behaved, oh— just take it.” Bishop was trying to maintain himself, hard to do when your pussy would get tighter each time he pounded into you.

He focuses on your face for a moment. Lips puffy, face wet from your tears and his spit. Your eyes are shut, too lost in the feeling. Bishop notices a pattern. Each time he pulls out, you bite your lip, hard. Each time he thrusts back in, you let go, moaning or whining.

When Bishop pulls out, he manhandles you to your back, “Promise you’ll behave.” But you just sob again, hand going down to your cunt, spreading your lips. “I’ll— I’ll be good, I promise. I promise!” He shoves himself inside again, easier access with how loose he put you. “Yeah? For who?” A quick slap against your face, “You! Sir, for you! Oh— harder! Please—” You beg.

A hand on your neck, shortening your moans. The headboard was hitting the wall, but both you and Bishop already know that there’s a small dent from previous times. The coldness of the room feels invisible, not with the heat your bodies were projecting.

“Can I cum? Please, I’m gonna cum…” Your hand is small compared to his, holding it to interlock it. Bishop lets out a low hum, leaning down to bite your jaw, kiss your cheek before his lips finding yours. He swallowed all your sounds, the grip he had on your throat softened.

The kiss lasts for a while, until he feels your your mushy walls grip tighter than usual. Quickening his pace, Bishop shoves his fours fingers down your throat, “Cum— Cum, pretty.” And you do. Eyes rolled back, gagging and moaning on his fingers, your cunt flutters around Bishop’s dick.

It doesn’t take long for Bishop to cum inside, deep groans and his cum already overflowing out of you. “Bishop!” You sobbed one last time, your own voice coming out hoarse and weak. Bishop lays on top of you. Sweaty, still on his work clothes compare to your bare body.

It didn’t take long for Bishop to pull out, kiss your whole body until reaching your feet. “I’ll be back.” He whispered against your lips, leaving you to take a minute to breathe. Going to the bathroom, he turned the bathtub on, putting the temperature on.

Walking out, Bishop just sighs at the view. Your sleeping figure, covered in bruises and marks of love. His hand meets your back, slowly caressing, “Come.” He whispers, slowly making you sit up, and walk you to the bathroom.

He cleans your whole body, washing your hair and putting a body scrub on you, prepping you with kisses. He let you dry off while he prepared the bed, laid out a shirt and underwear for you. Brushing your hair, he tucks in, leaving more kisses on your face. “I love you. I’m gonna shower, I’ll be back, ok?” He whispers softly, seeing you nod. “Thank you…I love you, Bishop.” You whisper back, giving him one last kiss before laying back down. He caresses your head until you finally doze off.

“Love you more.”

Bishop stayed true to his word, sadly. You didn’t see him for almost two days. And you missed him. Badly.

“Alamo hired a new dancer.” You stood at the bar, eating wrap for lunch before the club opened for the day. Magick beside you. “How do you know?” You asked, a little uninterested on this subject. “Tía porque la ví. Tall, blonde, really white, whiter than the light.” Magick points upward.

You turn to see the door that led to the makeup rooms and Eddy’s office. Hearing low chuckles and a ongoing conversation. Just then, Rue comes up. God, what is she wearing? “What the fuck are you wearing?” You ask Rue who stopped on her tracks. “Oh— um, just— just my clothes.” She mumbled.

You had a disgusted expression on your face, taking in her outfit, especially the fanny pack she had on. “You just look so fucking crazy sometimes…” You mumble, going back to eating your food. Rue just giggled slowly, making her way to the office.

“Something about her is so weird, no?” Magick asks you. “No, she’s just a lesbian.” You shrug, but then you think more. “You know, she was the one who took Angel to rehab.” Magick just looks at you, not really going down your path. She shrugs, making you roll your eyes, “When I was at the party at Alamo’s, she’s the one that brought the drugs. How do we know she didn’t actually have something to do with Tish?”

Maybe it’s not the best to share what you knew about the things that had gone down, with Magick out of all people, but you trusted her enough to know she could get on the same page as you. “I thought Tish ran away…” “I heard differently.” You lie. Magick sits up, “Are you saying she’s the reason Tish left?” You couldn’t share more, at least not in this way.

“Think about it, Tish is gone, she gets here. She gets with Angel, Angel is gone.” You whisper. “Y’all didn’t hear? She ran away from rehab.” Just then, Midnight walked by, thankfully only hearing the last part of your sentence. “How you know?” You ask, looking up just to see her shrug. “Words go around.”

After some time, you see Alamo walk out with the new dancer, Kitty. Magick looks up from her drink, facing Alamo, “The bitch can dance?” “She’s from Kansas, Cut her some slack.” Alamo answers, making his way towards the private with her. Gross. Magick scratches her head before looking at you, “Where is Kansas?”

꧂

Bishop texted you to meet at this market to see you. And you were nothing but happy seeing him stand in a corner, hands behind his back.

Quickly you run towards, far too happy to finally seeing him after some days. “I missed you.” You said repeatedly as you kissed his whole face, leaving small lipstick shades on his skin. “Really, I couldn’t tell.” He mutters, finally finding your lips to kiss. Once you pull away, you look down at his hands, holding a small bouquet of roses. Quickly you gasp, taking them from his hands. “You’re so romantic.” “Stop.” He mutters.

Bishop took you out to eat, something he didn’t do as often as he should. But there you were, looking out in the balcony of the restaurant talking away with Bishop. “Alamo brought a new dancer; did you see her?” “Yes.” Bishop answers quickly.

You rest your shoulders back, “Do you think she’s pretty?” You ask, testing the waters. Bishop gives you that look you had gotten so used to, ‘Not up for bullshit’ look you loved each time he did it. “Why would it matter if I think she’s pretty.” You snort, moving your sunglasses out your face, “B, I can’t be the only girl in the world you find pretty.” You state, raising your hand. “Maybe you are.” He responds, making your heart swell.

“What were you doing right now?” You ask Bishop, seeing him stretch his shoulders, “Played a game of poker with Alamo, G, Kidd…and Rue.” He says her name a little harsher than the others. “Who won?” You ask, noticing his bothered state. He raises his eyebrows before grumbling. “Who do you think?” Even though he said nothing, you couldn’t help but giggle. “She did not.” “Did too.”

You throw in a last giggle before quieting down. “What was it that you were doing?” You mumble, making your hand reach to his vintage clock. “Work.” He quickly states, “Yeah but— what?” You ask again, but Bishop just stays still, “Don’t worry about it.” You could kill him right there. But you don’t.

You just rest back, quietly seeing the waiter come with the food orders. “That girl, Rue.” You start your sentence, hearing Bishop hum. “She’s like…I don’t know. Something always happens when she’s around…I don’t know how to explain it.” You didn’t notice how Bishop had stop cutting the food that was in front of him, how his stayed on you. “What do you mean?” He asks but you just shrug.

“What are the chances that something’s gonna happen tonight? Like let’s say some guys come in and attack me or something?” You speak up before taking a bite out your food. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

꧂

“Bishop…” You whimpered feeling him bite your neck lightly.

His plan was to drop you off the club and head over at Alamo’s. But it was you who was practically kissing him each time his car stopped at a red light.

So now, he parked his car in a alleyway not so far from the club, and dragged you to the backseat and placed you on his lap. Skirt pushed up, he had your panties by your ankles, he lightly dragged his fingers through your wet cunt.

“Let me play with you.” He mutters against your neck, feeling your soft hands try to take over his. “I am but—” You couldn’t finish your sentence that was cut off by your squeal, feeling his three fingers going inside of you, curling them while thumb rubbed your clit. “Just take it, baby. Take my fingers.” Bishop whispers, leaving small kisses on your neck.

You could only moan at Bishop’s fingers and how they felt inside of you. You hadn’t noticed how your hips pushed forward, begging for more. “Look, baby.” You hear Bishop hum, making you open your eyes to look down. “Look how behaved your pussy gets for me.” He was right, his fingers going in and out of you, each time more wet. Seeing your thighs lightly shake and your puffy clit respond to Bishop’s thumb.

“Oh fuck.” You moan when you see your drool drip out your mouth and onto your pussy, making Bishop chuckle low. “Beautiful. You’re so beautiful.” He drags his fingers out, rubbing your puffy lips, dragging his fingers over your wetness and giving your pussy light slaps before pushing his fingers back in. “Bishop, I’m gonna cum…” You moan, your hips reaching for more than what you were getting.

Bishop looks directly at you, “You gonna cum?” “Uh-huh…uh-huh.” You answer quick and desperate, feeling your orgasm get closer and closer. And then, it felt like getting your breath taken away out of nowhere. You see Bishop pull his fingers away, slowly resting them on top of your thigh. “I need to drive you in, don’t want to be late.”

You couldn’t even find the words to describe how you felt right now. Not a single word. This man just dragged you to his car, finger you and left you love bites on your neck and was now going to drive you back to work. “You’re such a piece of shit.” You whispered, seeing Bishop just shrug, making his way to the front seat. “You are such a piece of shit.” You keep repeating, too shocked at what just happened.

Bishop just shrugs, seeing you sit by his side, “You are! Why would you do that?” You express, highly upset that Bishop was fingering you a minute ago, about to give you a mind-blowing orgasm which is what every girl needs ever yday. “I don’t know.” He whispers, quietly holding his laugh.

꧂

Back at the club, you enter with a horrible mood. Fingered and no orgasm. What was the point of dancing anyway?

Wearing a neon green bra that had a lace design, you sat quietly by the bar, to top it off it was a slow night. Most of the girls were either in privates or giving lap dances. You weren’t placed to dance so you just stood in the corner. Missing Bishop.

“Tenías razón.” Magick walked by you, almost too quickly. “What?” You asked looking up, but it was far too late, seeing her make her way towards the makeup room. Weird.

More time passes where you go give a dance to a small group of a bachelorette party. “You want one, baby?” One of the men, who was groping your tits offered you an edible. You could’ve— well, you should’ve said no. But it your break was soon, and you depended on that Bishop was the only man that was going to drive you home.

So you took it, and let the men talk their way through as you did your thing. Grinding your butt wherever and letting them touch you almost as if you had no value.

That doesn’t take away how observant you are. You noticed the two men that walked in like they had to rush somewhere. But the edible was also kicking in, did it even matter who walks in anymore?

Apparently, it did.

The moment you walked in on the makeup room, the same two guys who walked in pushed past against you, hard. “Ow!” You yell the moment you bump your head against the door, hitting your eye. “Lola!” Kitty yells making her way towards you, “Are you okay?” You groan at the pain, feeling all the blood rush to your face, feeling tears start to swell up.

“Call Bishop!” You hear Rue yell from Eddy’s office, unsure of the events that were occurring. “Let me get ice.” Kitty mumbles, stumbling her way to the bar. Still with little strength, you stand up and walk over to the office. “What the fuck?” You whisper.

In front of you, Eddy was bleeding out while Magick hysterically opened a phone on her hand, “What’s his number?” She quickly asks, looking in between Rue, Eddy, and you. Stuck seeing Eddy bleed out, your body reacts to reach for a small towel that sat by his desk. “Here.” You mumble, shaky hands handing Rue the towel. “Thanks…Hey— Hey Eddy.” Rue quickly turns to Eddy, sitting him down and putting pressure on his wound.

Magick’s question rings your head again. Bishop’s phone number. “747-003-2189” You speak up, feeling your eye start beating, “That’s Bishop’s phone number.” Magick nods, typing it out and ringing it. “Lola…” Eddy speaks getting your attention, “Get the bouncer and don’t let him leave.” He orders you. Ok, really hard task with a forming purple eye and an edible on your system. But orders are orders.

You don’t know how much time passed where you stood outside, holding your platform heel in hand against the bouncer. “Lola, I told you I’m not going nowhere.” “Orders are orders.” You mutter, body shivering out in the cold night. You hear car engines approach and start seeing your own silhouette appear with the car lights. Turning around you see the two cars park. G, Kidd and Bishop.

“What are you doing?” Kidd is the first to talk, then came G, “Where’s Eddy?” You quickly point inside, “He’s shot. And he told me to not let the bouncer go.” You finish answering Kidd’s question. Then came Bishop, “What happened?” You take a deep breath, recalculating the things that happened. “Two guys…and Eddy was shot—” “That I know. I’m asking about your eye.” Bishop cuts you off, you could hear he didn’t exactly have the best temper on.

Still breathing hard, you just point inside, “The door…” You mumble. Just then G walks out, Eddy hanging from his shoulder. “Let’s roll, let’s roll.” G says making his way to the car, Kidd grabbing the bouncer and following behind. “What about Lola? And Rue?” Kidd asks Bishop once they made their way to the car. Bishop looks back at you, body shivering and a wounded eye.

He looks at G for a moment, before talking, “We can deal with Rue later.” He says, shutting the door close after Eddy gets in, “I’ll take Lola to Emergency.” Bishop says, seeing approval from G and Eddy’s small consciousness. Bishop walks away from the car once G starts driving. “You think they fucking?” Kidd whispers to G, a sly smile on his face. G chuckles, “Don’t let him catch you saying that.”

Bishop takes his long coat off, making his way towards you. “Turn the car on.” He orders you, handing you his coat and his car keys, he makes his way inside. You let out a small ‘ok’ before putting his coat and making your way to the car.

Now inside, Bishop makes his way towards Rue. “Rue.” He calls out now inside the makeup room. There she stood, wiping away the blood she had on her face, “Yeah?” “Close the club. Be at Alamo’s at 10am sharp.” Bishop quickly orders, making his way to get your bag, “I’m taking Lola to Emergency. Does anyone else need to go?”

Bishop didn’t really want to take anyone else, but considering the situation, he knew safety was the main priority. In the room only stood Magick, Rue and Kitty. Magick is the first to speak up, “I—” “Ok. I’m leaving.” Bishop dismisses himself.

꧂

The drive to the ER didn’t feel long. At least to you. Now sitting on the waiting room, Bishop sat beside you, filling in your report for you. “I feel horrible.” You muttered looking at yourself through the camera of your phone, seeing your black eye. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Bishop says, still writing down your information.

The waiting room wasn’t that full, just a group of girls who had seen to come back from a night out; and a elderly couple, the wife holding and ice pack to her husband’s knee. And well, you and Bishop sat there, feeling comedic at the image of you just having lingerie under Bishop’s long coat, your feet only being covered by this white pantyhose you had with your outfit.

“Will this take long?” You mumble looking up at the clock, 2:13am. Bishop looks at his watch, moving his hand to slowly caress your cold thigh, “No.” He whispers, “How ironic, you telling me something could’ve happened today.” He looks at you, brown eyes meeting yours, “And it did. Exactly what you said.” Bishop finishes saying, referring that there was in fact an attack of unknown men that led to your black eye.

You shrug, scratching the side of your face, “Maybe I’m psychic.” Just then your name is called out, making you and Bishop stand and head towards one of the rooms.

It felt like you were being asked so many questions about your injury, thankfully Bishop was great help. He was there to breakdown what happened and even shared his biggest concerns. “And how are you related to the patient?” The doctor asked while he pointed a flashlight directly to both your eyes.

“Boyfriend.” Bishop mutters.

Your heart drops heavily, in a very good way. It was hard to wipe away the smile you had on your face at Bishop’s word, boyfriend. The doctor takes a deep sigh while taking a sit in front of you. He furrows his eyebrows at you, and it makes you feel like you were being judged over something.

“Where do you work?” Oh, that’s why. “I’m a dancer.” You answer, straightening your back, like if that was to help. “Ok.” He claps his hands together, “I mean I’d say take some days off, if possible, your injury doesn’t seem to lead to any concussion or symptoms that raise my concern. Just ice it away and I’d suggest Tylenol is what helps best.” He shots a quick smile at the two of you waiting for an affirmation. You and Bishop nod together.

The doctor smiles standing up, “Then I guess that’s all. Get home safe guys.” Is the last thing he says before walking away. You stretch your legs before standing up from the medical bed, “Boyfriend, wanna take me home?” You ask Bishop, the smile on your face staying in place. He looks over at you, a small smile, “We’re going to my place.” He whispers, taking your hand.

꧂

Going to Bishop’s house you felt all the excitement dance through your body.

And Bishop lived in a very, very nice house on the right side of town. His house stood in the corner of the street, a small, beautiful garden outside. Parking the car on his driveway, he makes his way to open the door for you.

“Hey, neighbor!” The sudden voice alerts the two of you. Across the street, stood a elder man with a dog in leash. You observe Bishop show probably the friendliest smile you’d ever seen with a wave. “Ernie.” He speaks, moving around the car.

The elder man’s stare stays on you for a moment, “Who’s this?” He finally asks. Nervously and unsure you just smile to the man, until Bishop talks again, saying your name. “Well, nice to meet you! Rest easy you two.” He says before dismissing himself, his dog following behind.

You follow Bishop towards the door, “Why is he walking his dog so late?” That’s your first question. Not who was he or how he and Bishop got to such a friendly level. “He’s mental.” Bishop mutters, opening the door and letting you in.

It felt like stepping into a palace. Sure, an average house owned by an independent man, but it was far too beautiful. You quietly walked around, seeing his patio furniture from inside.

While you looked around, Bishop made his way to the second floor, heading to his bathroom to turn on a shower. He makes his way to the bedroom, finding a purple pajama set he had bought a week after San Diego. Just for you.

He places them on the bed with clean underwear before going outside, finding you walking up the stairs. That’s when you hear it. A sound of claws coming from the end of the hallway.

“You’re fucking with me.”

You express the moment you see a small white poodle, with a smile and a waggly tail make his way towards you. “Bishop!” You get on your knees to greet the fluffy dog, “You had a dog this whole time and never told me? How could you!” You express, too in awe with his dog. “It’s just Snowflake. I’m fostering him.” He explains seeing how enchanted you were with his foster pet.

Grabbing Snowflake in your hands you look over to Bishop, “You have to adopt him. He’s perfect.” You pout. Bishop hums low, taking him from your hands to take him to his bed, “Go shower.” He says walking down the hallway.

꧂

Taking a shower felt like pure heaven. Bishop’s bathroom was nothing like yours. It was big, a bathtub with good water pressure that came out with the perfect temperature. You could’ve stayed there for hours.

It was comforting getting out the shower and to Bishop’s bed. It felt so much bigger, warmer, and comfier all simply because it was his. And you being there was the finishing touch.

“Does it hurt?” Bishop whispered above you against your lips, asking about your black eye. “If you touch it, yeah…” You whimpered lowly, far more focused with Bishop making his way inside of you.

After the club being robbed, getting a black eye, seeing your boss bleed out in front of you and then go to Emergency, sleeping was probably the best thing to do after such an eventful night.

But can you blame yourself? You were with Bishop, and you had desperate needs. Especially with how he had left you on the edge in the afternoon, there was nothing you deserved more.

A mewl escapes your mouth when Bishop starts thrusting his dick inside of you. It was different. It wasn’t the hard fast thrusts he’d give you that made you cum and shake all over him. They were slow and long, he was taking his time going in and out of you, letting his dick meet and know the inside of your wet pussy, how you gripped him ever so lightly.

“My poor baby…” Bishop whispers, “You’d been through so much, you just need a break, don’t you?” You could feel your wetness drip out all over Bishop, you didn’t have to look to know. He had his thumb on your clit, so lightly rubbing it as if you were a bomb. His other hand was beneath your shirt, rolling your nipple with his big hand.

Your legs lightly hanged from his side, toes curling each time his dick touched that mushy part inside of you that made your breath tightened. “Yes…B you feel so good.” You moan against his lips, feeling him hum. “My perfect girl, you take anything I give you, don’t you?” He drags his lips down your neck sucking it until a purple mark was left.

Your moans go right against his ear, “It feels so good, B. You fuck me so good—” Moans cut your words off when you feel him thrust hard into you, making your body get shivers from how deep it felt.

It was so intimate. Not to say that other times you and Bishop weren’t full of intimacy in bed, but it just felt so right. Quiet moans and deep groans, slow thrusts and your nails slowly clawing Bishop’s back. “Cum inside of me— baby when you cum, cum inside of me…” You whimpered quietly against Bishop’s lips, feeling your orgasm get closer each thrust.

“That’s what you want? You want me to mark you, bunny?” He groans, feeling his own movements get uneven and desperate, “Gonna fill this pussy— fill it up and make sure all my nut stays inside.” You moan at his words, aroused with the image that was to come. “Bishop I’m gonna cum!”

Bishop crashes his mouth against yours, the grip of his hands on your waist getting tighter, you were definitely getting bruises afterwards. When your orgasm came, your moans came out deeper, needier, almost as if coming with Bishop was a blessing from above.

He doesn’t take long afterwards, groaning against your neck the moment he felt the first spurt of cum shoot deep inside of you. “So warm…this pussy is so warm.” Bishop mumbles, not stopping his thrusts until every last drop came out.

You let out whimpers while you came down from your high, feeling your pussy flutter when Bishop pulled away, sliding your panties back in as if nothing had happened, as if your cunt was oozing out his overflowed cum.

Quietly laying on the bed, only hearing the air conditioning, your eyes start getting heavy, your brain telling you it was finally time to rest. You feel Bishop’s hand in the back of your head, automatically you lay on his chest. “I’m closing my eyes.” You mumble to him, feeling his chest vibrate with his hum.

You knew your brain was telling you to go sleep. But you also knew it was telling you that this was exactly what you wanted, this is what you needed. A life with Bishop.

After months of seeing each other with a unknown label, you knew it was something special, it wasn’t something that was ever going to be a phase or short livid relationship. Bishop was someone that was going to mark your life.

Your heart took over in that moment, making its way to its mouth, it felt like an out of body experience once you spoke, “I love you.”

“I don’t even know your birthday and I love you.”

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It’s not like you were mean or anything, you just simply had your boundaries set straight and a strong attitude on you. Maybe it’s why it made you come out as ‘problem’ as your boss, Big Eddy called you.

You had no trouble when it came to running your mouth against clients who were not paying the right amount for the dances, the DJ when he wouldn’t put your playlist. Some of the dancers who would try to take your spots knowing it was in fact your turn to make money, and when Big Eddy didn’t let you have 5 more minutes on your breaks.

“We’re short off two girls this week.” Eddy walked in his office, Alamo sitting on his chair clashing his rings. G and Bishop taking sits on the couch. “Well, shit. Let’s put some of the girls on double, they won’t budge.” Alamo quickly speaks making his way to the board that had the names of the girls.

“Huh…these two, G go get them.” Alamo points to two names, yours and Angel’s. G lets out a breathy chuckle before shaking his head. “Angel I can go get, but that girl— no that tiger, you handle it.” G had called you tiger since that one day you walked by, and he confidently smacked your butt, resulting to you almost skinning him alive.

Alamo just laughs, recounting the memory on his head. “I said go get them.” He demands quick, seeing G just take a deep sigh a low ‘God help me’ before making his way out.

Now, Bishop had never met you. Not on a personal level. He had been doing some side jobs for Alamo that made him be away from the club for a while. So, hearing about this names and stories was a first to him, and it made him gain curiosity onto who you were.

Walking into Eddy’s office, you and Angel stood by the door in front of Alamo’s presence. “Ladies…you look awfully beautiful tonight.” He starts, taking in the sets the two of you wore.

Angel had her usual look of a flapper, gemstones and loose fringe hanging from her purple bra. You, unironically, wore a tiger pattern bra that was tight on your boobs, your panties having ties on the side, cash already hanging from the side. “Thank you.” Angel answered quick with a cheeky smile. You on the other hand kept a poker face on you, “What you want?” You ask having your hand on your hip.

Alamo’s smile quickly drops at your question, he straightens his back, “I’m having the two of you work double tonight. Don’t try to talk your way out of it.” He raises his finger directly at you, but that doesn’t stop you from speaking up. “I’m not doing that.” You quickly talk back.

Bishop trains his eyes on you, observing your eyes and the confidence your whole body held. “Now listen woman—” “No, you listen. I already planned my whole schedule out. I’m dancing till 12am and I’m going the fuck home afterwards because the last time you made me do doubles, I got off at 3 and I don’t do 3.” You start your speech, fingers raised and pointing towards Alamo.

“I’ll have you know that I do very well on this job. I know I’m a favorite and I know I make good money. But what your big ass is not gonna do is make me work this Friday a double just because you’re short off some dancers.”

“Woman you are forgetting who the fuck is cashing all the bitch ass money you do and you not gonna stand there all proud controlling what is mine!” Alamo barks back but you simply take two steps forward.

“Let’s go then! Show me how you cash my bill out motherfucker! Let’s see you actually do shit for once in this fucking place that isn’t eating or fucking bitches or taking up all the space in this very own office!” You yell loud to his face, seeing how he quickly shut his mouth to give you a glare.

No one said anything, the room tense and scared of your presence. You raise your hands again, “Anything else?” Alamo just huffs, “You’ll pay me one day, bitch. You know that?” A smile creeps on your face to Alamo’s words, “Probably paying you to clean my mansion in the future Mr. Brown.” You reply.

Bishop felt his heart going by mile, completely awed with how you had carried yourself through this whole conversation, how only using your words you got away with something that others wouldn’t had even come out alive of. That was when your eyes meet, his big eyes that popped meeting your angry expression.

“Fuck you looking at forehead?” You shot to Bishop before walking away.

꧂

Bishop stood outside his car, waiting for 12am to hit the clock on his watch. He had told Alamo he was going to call it a day and head home. Saying he had a big day tomorrow. Truth was, he was waiting for you.

As soon as he sees the three hands of his clock go in the same direction to the number twelve. He hears the doors of the club open, seeing you walk out with purse on shoulder, comfy gray shorts and a loose tank top on. “Hey.” He speaks up, seeing you look towards him. You furrowed your brows looking behind you before looking back at him. “…Hi?”

Slowly you make your way towards him, now seeing how tall he stood compared to seeing him sit down. “Look, don’t take the forehead comment so personal. I was just letting steam off the system.” “It’s not that.” Bishop says, holding his prayer beads tight. Why was he nervous?

“I’ve worked with Alamo for a while. I’d never seen someone shut him off the way you just did.” You scoff, “Well, no man controls me!” You smile, feeling good that someone was finally catching onto who you were as a person. “Yeah. I wish more people could have that courage around him like that.” Bishop quietly looks at your body, eyes focused on your cleavage, then to your bare legs to see your manicured feet.

Bishop stays quiet before you clear your throat, “What?” He asks, realizing you had said something, and he hadn’t catch it. You roll your eyes to him, “I didn’t catch your name.” You repeat, seeing him now acknowledge your question.

“Bishop.”

“That’s your biological name?”

“It’s what everyone calls me.”

A smile appears on your face, looking at him from head to toe. A long coat, a green designed tie with a stripe button down. “You’re leaving now, aren’t you? I’m assuming since you kept your word to leaving at 12.” Bishop says. It’s true you wanted to leave at 12 but it was just because you just wanted to go to bed and relax for a while.

But Bishop standing here was kinda changing that plan, in the sense that you didn’t actually see what the rush of leaving was, and finally getting a good look at Bishop.

You bite your lip, looking back at the empty-ish parking. “Well…Getting off the clock was the main thing I wanted to do.” You mumble, now looking at Bishop with a different expression. And Bishop is not stupid, not in the slightest.

It’s how you ended inside of his car, on the passenger seat pushed all the way back. Legs hanging off Bishop’s shoulders while he ate you out as if you were his supper of the night. “That’s so good— Bishop that feels so good!” You breath out hard, feeling Bishop’s tongue slide through your folds, constantly sucking your clit.

He had taken off your shorts and your panties hang by your ankle. Bishop was practically fucking you with his tongue. Sliding as deep as he could, tasting off all your juices, “So sweet…this pussy is crying me a river.” He mumbles against your pussy, leaving kisses that made your thighs lightly shake.

“Oh my God, fuck me. Bishop I need you to fuck me.” You spoke quickly. It all happened so fast, getting on top of him, unbuckling his belt. “Fuck.” You gasp when you see his erection spring open, long and hard. Standing proud.

Bishop quietly smirks at your reaction. How your eyes are kept wide, and mouth hung open. “Do you still want to do this?” He asks despite his hands already ripping the condom pack open. A scoff escapes your mouth, “Don’t get cocky.”

The loudest moan Bishop ever hears was right now, all thanks to you. And the loudest groan he had ever hear was also what he heard right now, thanks to him. “You’re so tight— shit.” He groans seeing how your cunt took his whole dick. You whine placing your hands on his chest, “You like how my pussy feels, baby?” You ask, starting to bounce your hips on top of him.

“I do.” He mutters, looking up to seeing you flash a smile. Bishop felt amazingly good, and it was what you needed in this exact moment. “If I knew how good your dick was— I would’ve fucked you sooner.” You moan, getting turned on with the sound of how wet you were, sliding up and down Bishop’s dick. He just gives you the quickest nod before sliding his hands to your butt. Not guiding your movements, but just gripping your cheeks, leaving a hard smack to see you whimper.

“I’ve been looking at you all night. Kept thinking how I could pleasure you. Make you feel good.” He smacks your ass again, gripping the fat, “Am I making you feel good, baby?” You nod with shut eyes, feeling the pleasure take over and your body get goosebumps.

You kept riding Bishop as if he was your personal sextoy. The two of you completely oblivious to the action making the whole car shake and have the windows fog up. If someone walked by they could hear all your moans and groans. Leaning down, you connect your lips with Bishop, tongues sliding through. “I’m gonna cum, B…I’m gonna cream on this dick for you.” You moan right against his lips, hearing his low groans.

“I wanna feel you cum—” “Yeah? Gonna grip your dick so hard, baby— gonna make sure you don’t forget this pussy.” You speak against his lips, practically breathing his groans. Feeling your coil snap, your legs shake while you grind yourself down on Bishop, cumming hard.

Bishop came with a deep groan by the third grind you did, moving his hands to grip your hips and thrust up towards you, chasing more, imagining what it would be like to cum inside of you. “Oh, baby— I came so hard.” You moan weakly, still moving your shaking hips in small circles. “Yeah— fuck— thank you.” Bishop says heavy breathing.

A small laugh escapes at his words, “Thank you?” You ask, caressing your hands on his chest, his dick softening up inside of you. Bishop just looks at you, nervous before nodding, “Yeah…” He sits up slowly to pull out. Now having you sit on the passenger sit, he sees you quietly sliding your panties up, your shorts next.

“…I can pay you if—” You quickly turn your head, almost too quickly. “You don’t have to do that.” You say almost offended to think that he saw this as a paid sex. “My apologies, I didn’t want to offend you.” Bishop quickly apologized; you sit up. “You’re kinda submissive, do you know that?” Bishop furrows his brows, looking up from doing his belt, “Am not.” You snort, “Sure.”

Taking a deep sigh, you look around the empty parking lot, “The least you can do is take me home.” You mumble, meeting Bishop’s eyes. He stays looking at you from head to toe, getting lost in his train of thought before snapping back in. “I can do that.” He offers, turning on his car. You keep a smile to yourself while putting on the seatbelt, minutes on the road, you speak again. “I wonder if there’s a fast food open around this time. I am getting hungry.” You quietly demand, looking to see his reaction. Bishop looks over at you, a small smirk on his face.

“That I can do, tiger.”

“Did you dream about me?”

“You always ask me that.”

Bishop had you on top him, your face on his hand, slowly looking at every single detail on your face. “I actually dreamt of San Diego.” He answered, seeing your eyes light up, “Really?” “Mmhmm.”

You sigh, taking his hand to interlock it with yours. A wicked smile creeping on your face, you looked at him again, “What were we doing?”

“I have to shower.” Bishop quickly tries to stand up, but your burst of laughter and giggles pushed him down, your lips meeting. “Bishop…” You whispered, feeling his erection bump against your clothed cunt.

Bishop just kept kissing you, especially over the small bruise he had left on top of your shoulder, “What?” He whispers back, making you grind against him. It didn’t take long for you to take over, slow grinds becoming desperate.

You quickly reach to push your panties to the side and take Bishop’s dick out his boxers. Bringing your fingers to your mouth, you spit quickly to give Bishop quick strokes.

“Just like that, baby.” Bishop groans, seeing you grind yourself against his head, before sinking all the way down. He felt so much bigger like this, especially when he wasn’t bothering to lead you as he did.

He just placed his hands behind his head, giving you a beautiful view of his toned arms, “Show me, baby. Show me how you want to bounce on this dick.” You moan at his request, placing your hands on his chest, going up until his head was the only thing inside of you, until you went down to meet your clit against his pelvis.

Bishop was in love with the image in front of him. He loved seeing you work yourself on his cock almost as if he was your toy. He had taken your sleep shirt off, admiring your bouncing tits.

Quickly you leaned down to kiss him. How couldn’t you kiss him? He was here on your bed, under you, making you feel and unforgettable pleasure that not even your favorite vibrator could replace. “I feel you in my stomach.” You whimpered against his mouth, taking his hand and leading it to where his dick was pushing out to create a bulge.

Bishop groans feeling himself like this. Looking down to see for himself. “That’s me, huh?” He pushes his hand down, “That’s me that’s fucking you this good?” You quickly agree, bouncing faster and faster.

The word escaped your mouth before you could even catch it. It’s not even like you wanted it to mean something, it just felt right in the moment. “That’s you fucking me, daddy.” Bishop looks up at you, how your eyes were completely shut, and mouth open leaving out high pitch moans.

Bishop could feel your cunt grip him harder, your movements getting weak with how close you were getting. He thinks fast, grabbing you by the waist and pushing you against the pillows. “Yeah? Daddy’s fucking you this good?” He had your legs spread open for him, letting him not just have a view of your body but fuck you as deep as he could.

“Yes! Daddy you’re fucking me so good!” You moan, unable to control the flow of emotions with the new position Bishop locked you down on. He was gone, too focused on his thrusts that he pushed in and out of you. “You take it so good, puppy…this pussy knows who owns it yeah?” “Oh, it’s yours! — daddy I’m yours.”

Bishop nods, feeling your climax get closer with your grip. “Cum on this dick. Show me how you cum for me.” You quietly sobbed, reaching for your clit you start rubbing it. After 2 and 3 rubs, short moans came out of you, your orgasm making want to close your legs shut, but Bishop wasn’t having it.

Fastening his thrusts, he held your shaking legs open, “Show me, Bunny, show me who’s making you cum.” From short moans to sobs you continued to come on Bishop’s dick, slobbering it with your juices. It hurt so good.

Now, Bishop loved when he came inside of you, it was like he had a slice of heaven on this living hell. Especially with you. But— a plan b does cost $50 dollars, and he wasn’t exactly planning to waste $100 dollars under a week. Four more thrusts, he quickly pulls out to cum on you.

But you didn’t want that.

“No!” You quickly whine, taking his dick, you pushed it inside ignoring the small burn, but looking at Bishop’s face. “Inside—” You hiccup, “I want it inside.” “Oh— fuck!” Bishop shuts his eyes at the feeling of sliding inside your pussy again. He didn’t stop cumming— he couldn’t it. Your cunt felt so good and warm, he genuinely couldn’t pull away. Coming down his high, Bishop opened his eyes to look at you, a shy smile, dry drool on the side of your mouth.

He scoffs, “You’re crazy.” Slowly pushing away he looks down seeing all his cum flood out. “So much, B…” You whisper, rubbing his cum through your puffy lips. “Now I have to buy you another...” Bishop mutters, referring to the pill but you shot up to open your drawer from your bedside table. “Magick had an extra one.” You smile, holding an extra box of Plan B.

Bishop went to open his mouth. but you shut him off, “I’m going on the pill, too. If you want to come to my appointment.” Bishop felt his heart flutter, it was getting serious. “You know, unprotected sex doesn’t just lead to pregnancy.” He muttered, softly rubbing your thigh. You roll your eyes, “Grandpa, that I know…” You sit up, eye to eye. “I’m clean.” “Grandma, I’m clean too.” He mocks you, a small smile creeping on him seeing you laugh.

It’s cuts off with a kiss, Bishop lightly massaging your jaw, “Daddy…huh?” You squeal, covering his mouth quickly shy with his comment.

꧂

“Maaaan, I don’t know who’s fucking Lola, but imma need a piece of that with how happy you come to work.” Midnight spoke up the moment you walked in, huge smile and a calm expression. The rest of the girls threw in some ‘oohs’, making you giggle as you sat on your chair.

“What can I say? I’m satisfied.” You said coyly, making the girls laugh and giggle. “I know the last time I got fucked good had to be with my last baby daddy.” Rochelle spoke up, doing Magick’s hair. “La última vez que yo follé,” Magick speaks up, raising her pinkie with a frown. “This small was the dick, not even exaggerating.” The girls groaned, overlapping stories about their previous hookups.

That’s when Magick points to you, “Cuenta. How big is it?” You feel a warm blush creep on your cheeks, repeating all the sexual times you had with Bishop, including this morning. “Guess.” You speak up, already changing onto your feather top of the night.

Midnight clears her throat, hands clasp together until she talked, “Say when bitch.” She starts separating them, implying how big Bishop’s dick was. Funny, no one knew it was Bishop the man you were seeing.

Giggling, you kept saying ‘more’ each time she thought about stopping, leaving the girls squeal to this information. “I know you’re fucking lying!” Midnight expressed, her hands still not stopping. The room was erupted with giggles and laughs, that was until—

“Lola Bunny.” Bishop.

All the girls, including you, quickly shut up to look at the doorway, there stood Bishop’s tall figure, Rue behind him with a dorky smile. You gulp, looking at the girls before looking at him. “Yes?” You ask, seeing his eyes go to Midnight’s extended hands, she quickly puts them down.

“Tonight, you’ll be bringing some of Rue’s clients to the private.” He starts talking. “Meet us in 10.” Bishop was going to turn, head out with Rue to continue their errands, that was until he stopped, turning to look at you again. “Do I make myself clear?” He says in a harsh tone.

You start nodding before speaking up, “Yes, Bishop.” He gives a side smile, looking again at the whole room, “Ladies.” He dismisses himself with that.

“There go Babadook.” Rochelle mutters, the girls giggling, except you, just giving a small smile.

꧂

10 minutes, you get there on the dot, seeing Bishop and Rue stand by the open private room. “Bishop.” You whisper, quickly looking up and down at Rue. You sigh, “Rue.”

Rue just smiles, making her way in. “Check it out! Selling guns for Mexico!” She displays the number of guns she had aligned on the table. You stay looking at them for a while, before looking towards to Bishop, “You’re doing this too?” “No. Just monitoring.” He quickly responds, slow eyes finding yours. “What about the ones from San Diego?” You ask again. Bishop points to two of them in the corner, “Those two, the rest are with Alamo.”

“What happened in San Diego?” Rue asks, looking at you quickly. “These are the men that are going to come in today.” Bishop completely ignores Rue’s question, starting to explain to you your agenda. “You bring them, Rue sells, call it a day.” He finishes explaining. “Ok.” You mumbled, seeing the pictures of all the men.

Rue clears her throat, making you and Bishop look up. “…yes, Rue.” Bishop mutters, clearly feeling bothered and it wasn’t even the afternoon. “I just— I don’t know let’s all stay in the same page.” She points towards you, whispering, “She knows about Tish.” It took you everything in you to not laugh at her huge statement. You and Bishop look at each other, a secret knowing look.

“Rue, Lola was who found Tish.” He replies, turning to you, seeing you giggle quietly. “Oh God, Lola, I’m— I’m sorry. That must’ve been hard.” You quickly shut off into a serious face towards her. “Yeah. Yeah, Rue it was pretty fucking awful.”

You look at Bishop, “And no one did nothing about it so—” You shrug, “Great to know the care under this place.” You just got angry all over, Bishop couldn’t even mind about the fact Tish had died, how he didn’t fight enough for her.

Before he could speak up, you just turn to walk away, his lingering eyes going down your rack. God you were so happy this morning. “She’s gorgeous.” Rue speaks up, making Bishop pop his thought bubble. Looking at her one last time, he walks away, “Clean up the bathrooms.” Was the last thing he ordered Rue.

꧂

Through the rest of the day, you and Bishop barely talked. I mean you never technically did, in person. You personally believed it was for the better. Keep a distance for once.

Bishop knew you head to toe. He wasn’t going to push himself onto you if that wasn’t what you wanted. The only small times he saw you was when you brought the assigned clients. He could feel his heart warm up at just looking at you, only you.

The day was regular, at least that’s what you thought.

You were flirting your way with this customer for money, that was until hell broke loose, hearing a pig scream and erupt inside the club, it was the only thing everyone focused on. The pig was a mess, pushing things around and pissing on the carpet. The gunshot felt almost too quick, blood drawn everywhere especially all over one of the dancers. Gross.

Now on the makeup room, Alamo dismissed all of the dancers for the day, needing time to get the image of a shot pig out of everyone’s brains, clean the club, it was practically a day off.

You stood outside for a moment, seeing the sky reach the afternoon. “You got nowhere to be?” You didn’t need to turn around to know who was talking to you. “Why do you ask?” Now looking at him eye to eye, you felt your heart get warm, it wasn’t easy to not feel happy with him.

Bishop shrugs looking at how pretty you looked in a dark blue comfy two set, “Don’t know. Thought you had some things to do.” And he was right, you had mentioned about things you needed to do and now you had the free time to do so. “And you wanna come with?” “You don’t own a car.” He steps closer, seeing you still had your makeup on. You only thought about it for a minute before agreeing to run errands with Bishop. “Sure.”

꧂

It wasn’t exactly like you had that many errands to run, just return some clothes, pick up mail, and of course, go to the mall. But it was 10 times more fun doing it with Bishop.

You dragged Bishop to every single store at the mall you guys were in. You tried on clothes, shoes, jewelry, even hats. Bishop just stood by your side, holding your purse and any bag of the things you had bought through the day. The best part was that each time you went to the cashier, you were blessed to hear Bishop say, “I’ll pay for it.” You don’t know how possible it was for your smile to grow harder each time.

Now standing in a park bench, frozen yogurt in hand, Bishop was getting a phone call order from Alamo. You stood quiet, trying to hear most of the conversation, which was hard considering there was a park full of kids in front of you, and you could mostly only hear the crunch of some of the bites your dessert had.

“Where are you right now?” Alamo asked Bishop through the phone, who had his other hand slowly massaging your neck, a comforting touch to let you know he wasn’t putting you aside. “My mother.” Yet he lied his way to not put you or him on any type of danger.

He hears Alamo grunt through the phone, “Gonna need you for tomorrow with Rue. That bitch not smart enough to go over to Laurie’s. And those crackhead morons not taking her from us.” Bishop lightly grips your neck, making you turn your him for a brief moment. “She has a wedding tomorrow.” “Then afterwards, hearing some vows not going to take her the whole night!”

The phone call only lasted two more minutes before Bishop hangs up, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “Look at this dog.” You quietly say, showing Bishop a funny video of a dog riding a skateboard. “Hilarious.” He mutters, standing up and taking most of your bags. “Let’s go.” You obey, throwing away your dessert before grabbing Bishop’s free hand.

꧂

Back at your place, Bishop quietly saw you put away all the things you bought. He could tell you had a long day, the sun setting outside on your balcony. “I’m not going to be here tomorrow.” He whispers, testing the waters on your reaction. “Why?” You just ask, too busy sending a text, still making your way towards him.

Bishop waits until you lay across from him, softly caressing your head, “Work.” You hum to his words, looking at him. “Did you mean what you said the night Tish died?” Bishop asks again, suddenly making you give him more of your attention.

“What are you talking about?” “You were asleep, and when I laid with you, you cried and said, ‘I wish I never met you.’ Did you mean that?” Bishop doesn’t know why he’s bringing it up now. It’s like it wasn’t possible to have a good day between the two of you without bringing up a problem. You stand on your knees, fiddling your sheets. “I mean, no but— I wish—” You didn’t think it would be this hard to actually talk about, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“I don’t know. I wish we could’ve met another way. But I don’t regret being with you is what I mean.” You whisper, seeing his face trying to read any emotion from that straight face of his. Bishop sits up, “I know I’m not a perfect person. I don’t work a usual job and you’ve seen me do things that are not exactly actions that lead to world peace.” Bishop said. “I want to apologize. I’m sorry that— I’m sorry that this isn’t the ideal life you wanted.”

Bishop’s words sink down on you. Letting all the memories and thoughts flow through your mind. You think back at when you first met Bishop. Not paying much mind to him at first, still holding an eye out for him. Who would’ve thought it was to go this far.

Your attention snaps back when you hear Bishop call your name. Making you look around for a moment. “Don’t.” You whisper, leaning in to kiss him. “Don’t ever feel this way.” You mumble through kisses before laying on his chest. Bishop quickly relaxes, resting his head on top of yours. “I’ll miss you.” You whisper hearing him hum, “It’s only a day. You won’t even notice.”

A giggle escapes your lips, “Guess you’ll have to leave.” You sit up, seeing his reaction. Bishop had furrowed his brows, “You’re hilarious.” He says but you just start shaking your head. “I’m serious! I don’t see why you’re here if you’re not gonna fuck me or give me your money…” It didn’t take long for Bishop to reach for you and start tickling. Which it may sound silly, Bishop out of all people tickling you but— he was more than just a guy to you.

Bishop was your lover.

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