Desire | [AU!] Stipper!Roronoa Zoro x Reader [1/?]
Description: You've been looking for ajob now for quiet some time with the help of your friend. Despite the fact he's been giving you up to some pretty damn strange ones, you take a chance on this new one, with the assurance from him that it doesn't involve anything unnatural happening to you. This was not what you imagined at all, and neither was 'he'. Word count: 4,032. Warnings: Sexy Strippers, Mentions of sexual activities, Mental visuals of sexual activites. Reader gender: Female. “First you fall into lust, then you fall into love." ― Unknown. This was too good to be true, wasn't it? Really, it had to be. Good things like this never just happened for you―there was always some catch or something that wasn't explained that you wanted no part of when it came to job offerings like this. Some of the things you had seen when they explained and sometimes showed you the position you would be filling were horrific, and quiet a few were sights you would never forget. Yes, you desperately needed work to keep your dingy apartment, pay the bills, and take care of yourself, but you weren't so desperate as to resort so some of those things. The very thought of them brought a slight shudder to trail down your spine and your fingers curled tighter around the neck of your leather jacket, pulling it closer to your body as your panty-ho covered legs carried you up the cement stairs covered with a plush red carpet. You were so glad your friend had finally managed to get a hold of a respectable contact of theirs and was able to find you a decent paying job, but you found it a bit suspicious and almost refused to even go to the interview when they had 'beat-around-the-bush' on the details about until they had assured it you wasn't a job you would have to do anything unexplainable at. You had hesitantly accepted, fearing slightly for your life. Here you stood, standing in clothes that you deemed respectable as your friend told you to dress as such as this was a high-class place that everyone knew about―well, just about everyone. You had never heard of The Thousand Side before, and the architecture of the building only made you more curious as to what you would find inside; it a beautiful stone building with a tasteful―surprisingly―color scheme of golden and red on it and it seemed to catch the sun that was beginning to rise in the distance, the windows were stain glass and seemed to round like little portholes that you would find on a ship, lining around the outsides of it and along the gravel drive-way you had drove down moments ago were healthy and lush trees that seemed to grow little tangerines on them, but what really caught your attention the most was the little Jolly Roger flag that flew on the very top of their building that as it went up it turned into a castle tower structure. Now you really wondered just what you were getting yourself tangled into. Letting a huff roll past your plump painted lips, you hastily fixed the grey pencil skirt that clung to your and ending at your mid-thigh from it riding up and nervousness as it was growing close to the time of your interview with a woman by the name of Nami. Your friend had described her as a decent woman who was easy to get a long with unless you've given her a reason not to like you, but she had a very short temper and a lust for money that she loved more than her own life. You figured you would have to try hard to impress this woman if you really wanted this job, which you really did, so you took advice your [Mother/Father] had given you years ago: "Always show up fifteen minutes early for an interview." they told you with wisdom, hoping you would remember it. You hoped and prayed that actually storing that information and using it would do you good. Glancing at the ivory colored watch around your bare wrists, you exhaled deeply as it was time to enter the building that would hopefully change your life forever. You spent all last night praying this would be the one, and this would be your only chance, and it was time to get your ass inside, and that's exactly what you did as you knocked on the extremely large, stained double-wooden doors that had beautiful swirls carved into them. Waiting a few moments after rapping your knuckles, the doors creaked and revealed a fair-skinned woman who stood a few inches [Taller/Shorter] than you with thick orange locks tied up in a loose bun on her head, wearing a crisp white dress-shirt and an insanely short black skirt with small frills, thigh-high stockings and pumps would would break your ankles. But what really captured you the most were her amber eyes that seemed to glow compared to your own irises that you found quiet plain. "You analyze. I like that." came her amused voice that cut you from your thoughts, causing a small flush to cross your cheeks at having been caught trailing over her every detail. Meeting her face, you could see the small smile crossing her lips as her rested on hand on her shapely hip, looking you over you over similar to what you had done moments ago, only her stare seemed to be... approving. "Your friend was right; you'd be perfect for this job," she began opening the door and motioning you to step through the door as she began listing a multitude of reasons why. "Pretty face, docile nature―but by the muscles in your arms and legs I'd say you've taken care of business before, huh?" she asked with a teasing wink. She seemed a lot nicer than the way your friend had described her to be, but then again, the orangette had yet to introduce herself, so perhaps this wasn't the woman he mentioned. Yes, you were nervous of possibly saying the wrong thing and making this whole chance go to hell, but how bad could it be if you asked. "Are you, Miss Nami?" you asked with no waver in your voice, wanting to sound firm and strong as you looked her in the eye, waiting for an answer, a questioning look on your face. The woman grinned and nodded, bringing her arms up to cross them over her large bust. "I am," she confirmed and you felt a little nausea wash over you, now becoming concerned that you might have been rude or too straight-forward with her. "And you must be, [First Name]." she concluded to which you smiled with a slight nod. "Perfect! Follow me." she instructed before turning on her heels and walking away, just expecting you to trail behind her. . What is she going to do? you wondered as your heels rapidly clicked against the cherry wood floor to catch up with her, trying your best not to trip as high-heels weren't your first choice in shoes(actually your last), so you weren't an expert in balancing in them, but you had managed so far. Thank God for that. The last thing you wanted to do was fall and make a complete fool out of yourself more than you probably were already. But of of course, you were incredibly nervous so you were going to judge everything you did but―oh God, what is that? "I don't dance!" you blurted out quickly, wanting to inform her before she wasted more of her time with this interview than she already had, and your stomach churned just at the thought of you having to do... that. On the far side of the large carpeted room you had followed her into was beautifully decorated stage that narrowed out into a cat-walk, ending at a small island almost in the middle of the room where there was pole dab in the middle. The whole stage was out-lined with lights that pointed towards the platform, whilst the whole damn thing was surrounded by chairs and tables and booths lined the whole wall until it reached the door way and the bar on the opposite side of the stage that had enough alcohol to kill an elephant. All-in-all it was the most decent strip-club you had ever step foot inside―high class, if those actually existed, you weren't sure but you were standing in one now, so. Of course he would do this to you, again. But the beautiful orangette just laughed at you. She actually laughed in your face, causing a small amount of blush to come onto your face and a bit of confusion to rise in your gut. You didn't know what you said had been funny, so did she just think you were stupid or something? "Oh! That's really cute," she said, subsiding to giggles and rubbing her cheek, releasing some air from her lips, her eyes shut for a moment. Your face twisted up a bit as her amber eyes opened and landed on you, her features dropping and she tilted her head to the side. "You were serious." your answer was a small glare at her. Of course you were serious; your friend had barely told you anything, all you know is this woman's name, her position, and her anger problem(that you weren't taking into account at the moment), and now you see stripper poles? You were so serious it would put your [Mother/Father] to shame when they punished you for something when you were younger. "Oh, no! You won't be stripping!" she reassured you with a laugh and a wave of her hand, and relief washed over you like a warm bath. "Girls don't strip here." "Oh!" you shouted, laughing nervously and pointing at her like she was someone you had known forever and she just got done playing the worlds best prank on you. "You really had me going there momen―wait," no, really, she did, but your brain being so slow just now processed her words and they hit you like a ton of bricks. "What do you mean, girls don't strip here?" her grin was enough to confirm your suspicions and your face lit up like fireworks, following a fluttering of your stomach and the stopping of your heart. You weren't sure which was crueler; the fact you almost believed you'd have to dance for people, or the realization that you'd now be working around a bunch of obviously hot and―most likely―gay guys that will be stripping and dancing to provocative music. Oh, who were you kidding! Of course it's the later! Her pale slender arm went around your shoulders and her grin grew almost to a smug look as she began pulling you with her as she moved towards a darkened doorway that read, Employees Only. "Let me introduce you to the rest of the crew," she hummed and your eyes widened, but all she did was laugh and grab your wrist, forcefully dragging you as you protested and tried to reject her offer. Guess I have the job. you noted, but you weren't exactly sure how to feel about it yet. These people were weird beyond belief, but who were you to judge, honestly? And it wasn't like you had a problem with it, really. It was cute in a strange way, just like all of them. The blonde, Sanji, was the definition of a ladies man and you didn't mean the player type either, at least not by his personality, but he did have the looks to fit it. He had beautiful golden locks that reached just above his shoulder blades(if he wouldn't have had the back pulled into a stubby pony-tail), with his long bangs covering over his right eye, and bright blue eyes that literally sparkled when he wanted them too―or they did when you walked into the room with Nami. He had fair skin, and magnificent cheek bones, with a defined jaw and a small tuff of a goatee. He was slender and tall, but by the few buttons opened on his baby-blue dress shirt, you could tell he was defined(not that you were staring or anything), and he was inexplicably sweet, albeit a bit whipped. He loved to cook, he told you and you figured as the snacks he brought out were more than delicious. You had never tasted anything like them. With the food thought in mind, you looked over and watched with mild interest as the black-haired boy, Luffy, downed more food than you could ever imagined anyone eating. He was like a child and it was actually adorable to you, even if the others in the room seemed a bit annoyed with it. When you walked into that large living space, he was the first to run up to you with a face-splitting grin, invading your personal space and asking if you were going to be their new crew member, and it was then you realized why there was a flag on top of that tower;They actually were a little crew, a family, and it warmed your heart. He was a wild-child(a nick name that was going to stick as long as you worked there) with bright brown eyes that filled with curiosity as you told him some things about yourself(by his request), and shaggy black hair that was either sticking out from under his straw-hat or messy when it was free. He had tanned skin with a cute chubby face and a scare under his left eye, but his child-like features really were deceiving to what was under his vest, and the X shaped scar that marked his chest only seemed to make the features more eye-catching. They were the first two you had met until Wild-child had taken your wrists like Nami and done and whisked you away, excited for you to meet everyone else and you couldn't help but laugh as Sanji yelled angrily towards Luffy in the background as you both disappeared. "Where are we going!?" you asked as your bare-feet(he was kind enough to stop and allow you take off your shoes knowing you would break an ankle, but you didn't expect him to toss them out with the window, calling them evil) and legs began to sting a bit from all the pushing. . He glanced back you for a split-second before turning back around so he wouldn't trip over something and send the both of you tumbling, and shouted with glee, "To meet Franky and Usopp!" a small smile graced your lips and a strange feeling rose in your chest. It had been since you had met so many people at once, and the whole thing was sending your emotions and brain into a whirlpool. Usually you weren't to keen on meeting people and you usually kept to yourself, but something about this boy and his happy-go-lucky attitude did the opposite of annoy you; it made everything seem okay, but maybe that was because there were only two people lef― "Then you have to meet Zoro, Chopper and Robin!" Oh. And you had to remember all of these names!? You arrived moment and much more running later at a large room with different contraptions and tons of tools, with a large round-house kick to the door from Luffy, and the look on one of the men's faces was actually really amusing. He had lush raven hair that hung down in tight curls, the back of it pulled into a pony-tail that reached his shoulder blades and chocolate eyes that were a bit wide from the initial shock from his friend. He was tanned like Luffy, and had a little tuft of a goatee like Sanji, but this was completely shirtless, showing off beautiful muscles that were covered in a sheet of sweat and some grease from whatever he was working on, but his nose caught your attention. It was long, and you couldn't find a way to describe it if anyone asked without sounding insulting and that was the last thing you ever wanted to seem, but it was unique, kind of cute. "Luffy! You scared the hell out of me!" shouted the man before he slapped Wild-child on the back of his head. Nothing affected the hatted boy, not even the hard slap as he continued smiling at the two males in the room, his being beaming with glee. "Guys, meet the newest member of our crew!" and you didn't know it yet, but his excitement could actually get higher than that. It was the other man in the room that approached you first, and if you hadn't been trying to look so confident, you would have bluntly - and quiet nervously - pointed out just how tall her was compared to you, and anyone else you had ever seen. He had to be well over six-foot, something you never knew was possible, but apparently it was. His hair was electric blue and reminded you of Johnny Bravo, someone you watched on TV as a child before it apparently became 'too old' and they took it off. His red and gold Hawaiian shirt was completely unbuttoned, giving anyone a wonderful view of his abs, but it was the blue speedo that actually caught your attention. Maybe you were a pervert, but you couldn't help but keep throwing quick, subtle glances down at it, or maybe you just wondered why the hell anyone would wear something like that if they weren't going swimming... but then you remembered, they're all strippers. They have no reason to give a fuck or be ― which they obviously weren't ― ashamed of their bodies, obviously more than willing to show them off. "Hey!" he greeted, giving a wave. "Super to meet you." You blinked, and squeaked. Fucking squeaked. Literally, out of all the things you could have done to embarrass yourself in front of all these people, it had to be your lack of communication to people who towered over you, or looked like they could crush you with their pinky and this man looked like he could squash you with his little toe. Of course, he acted harmless enough, but you'd had some bad experiences with people bigger than you acting like they ruled the air you walked in. "Um― I― Hi," you said slightly with a slight, low wave. Luffy then saved you from more embarrassment and jumped in, wrapping his arm around yours, that face-splitting smile on his lips as he looked down at you, eye shinning like a child's. "That's Franky," he pointed at the large man. "And that's Usopp!" he then turned you around quickly, pointing at the curly haired man who waved with a shy smile, and you returned it. "They're the crews’ maintenance! They fix things if it breaks!" and he sounded to proud to talk about his crew to someone outside the circle, like he was telling the best story of his life, and it warmed your heart to know he loved them so much. "But come on, you have to meet the rest!" Once more, your life spun before you could comprehend what was happening. Robin, as Luffy called her, was without a doubt one of the most elegant and beautiful women you had ever laid your eyes on; she was not only perfect in structure, but her voice was smooth and the air around her was kind but strong, and she was every woman you wished you could be. Her violet eyes practically glimmered with mystery, dragging you in like a tidal wave, but spitting you back out if you tried to wonder too far, and they sat perfectly between her narrow nose on her thin face. Her rave hair was combed back, allowing it all to be out in the open, shamelessly on display and while women didn't interest you unless they were special, you couldn't help but let your eyes travel down her curvy body when you guessed she wasn't looking, even if a knowing smile would be flashed your way across her thin lips after you did it, causing a small blush to break out on your lips. "It's very nice to meet you, [First Name]," she began in her smooth voice that sent some shivers down your spine. "It'll be a pleasure to have another woman around." another smile, and she went back to her book, leaving you swallowing thickly with nervousness and envy. "It's always fun to make new friends!" and you were back to squealing with stars in your eyes. Chopper, this boy, was the sweetest, most adorable person you had ever met with his ruffled brown hair and bright eyes that reminded you of Luffy's, just not as dark. His freckled little face made you want to become your grandmother, pinching and squeezing, telling him he was a little peach! Honestly, you would have died inside if they had told you he was a dancer, but alas, he was too young and inwardly, you planned to keep him from every stepping on that stage if you worked here long enough. He was the medic, which surprised you and relieved you at the same time. Apparently a lot of injuries can happen up on that stage, and some of the girls in the crowd go a bit too wild. You couldn't help but smile, your eyes fluttering closed and your head tilting to the side, and agree with him. "It is," Hell, who were you kidding? If this kid had said The Devil was a nice person, you wouldn't have been able to tell him otherwise, not wanting to see him upset. You were such a sucker for cute things, it would ruin you someday. Because in truth, you hated making new friends; it was awkward and too much effort having to impress them to make them actually like you. That was when you met him. Walking into that room, you were not prepared for the sight you'd see, especially since you did not have Luffy by your side, him having to run off because Nami called him ― that girl had some lungs because it echoed through the whole damn place. It was not a flutter of the heart you felt when you connected with his emerald green eyes that seemed to stab you in the soul, or the feeling of butterflies that girls get when you saw a thin layer of sweat cover his body and glitter in the faint light of the room over his beautifully sculpted body that was practically bare to your greedy eyes. No, it was the immediate drop of your gut and a burning fire that ignited in your core faster than you knew possible when he asked you in that rough, edgy voice: "Are you going to just stand there like an idiot or come in?". It was the stuttering of your breath and the coil that tightened past comfort when you could see his muscles contracting and jerking as he moved around, the way they tightened to taunt like a rope as he stretched, removing the kinks in him. He was the most beautiful piece of man you would ever lay your eyes on. You were not a woman who did it often, but the scenarios that flashed and burned into your mind, you couldn't help; his calloused hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning them above your head as he marked your spent form; his mouth hot against your flesh and his tongue wet as it worshiped your hips, sucking and biting, traveling lower, and lower, and oh God, lower until he hit that spot you ached at; the snap of his powerful hips against your flesh, emitting a wonderful slap to echo in the room that would be mixed with wanton sounds of pleasure as he would pull out tortuously slowly, but leave your mind scattered and vision white-hot as he would pound back, dominating your quivering body; the dirty things and sinful promises that gravelly voice would whisper in your ear, as his thick fingers would slowly circle your overly-stimulated clitorous, working you over again. Love at first sight was not something you believed in, and that your body began to react to his predatory gaze, you know it wasn't that at all ― no, it was something more primal, a burning and raging desire that continued to stab you in the gut. "Hello," you managed and his brow raised over they eye that contained a vertical scar over his eye, causing you to almost keel over. You were so pathetic, and you feared your reaction when you saw him up on that stage tonight, dancing.
