very slowly talks... I'm a sucker for stripper AUs I'm sincerely sorry im going to rot.

I wanted to have a story i could write while I worked on Tigerhead because I'm a lazy bum who sucks at everything I do. Also I wanted to use this to teach yall a lil something abt Feminism because I'm a Inter-Galactic Feminist Faerie.

Same pairings as before, i wanted Winter in here too though. This story moves slower than Tigerhead, not every character will be featured in each chapter.

Themes are darker, there WILL be smut/"Lemons"/NSFW (later on), and heavy-than-usual language. for now we just have suggestive themes and the such.

AGES-

Dawn- 20

Paul- 22

May- 20

Drew- 22

Misty- 23

Ash- 23

Leaf- 19

Gary- 20

Winter- 19

Riley- 21

This club was specifically- a strip club. Decorated royally with high colors inside and out; It was okay. But, there were other things you could distract yourself with once inside. The wonderful ladies on top of the stage, their bodies flush against the cold metal of the golden pole. Six-inch stilettos with heels so sharp they could be considered a registered weapon, Panties so tight they could choke someone, all size chests bare with all color nipples, exposed to the musty, smoke filled air. The Club managed to climb its way up to the most extravagant in the area all because of 5 girls. These 5 girls were the face of this club, this club that required reservations a week earlier just to get in for 3 hours. The name of the club was "PlayPoke" respectively- The most popular in all of the states. This club is what a guy dreams of going to before he's either hitched or dead.

"Lady Berlitz, you're wanted in one of the private rooms." She's disrupted from fixing her makeup by a guard from the side. She sighs. She just got back here...

"How much?" She asks, putting on her royal tone and puffing up one of her long, midnight blue locks.

"About 500, ma'am." He answers politely and if the accessory bunny ears were real, they would have perked up to the sound of money. She stands, fixes her corset, and follows the guard out into the crowd of drunk men. They all greet her, a few men kiss the back of her hand as if she were a queen, and she smiles back brightly. It's superficial, if anyone really knew her they would be able to tell its as fake as the props they had in each act, but they're convinced, and it only earns her a few one dollar bills in the back of her corset. She tucks them more securely for when she returns to her dressing room.

Soon, she's directly in front of a dark room, dark purple lights, a table, a booth around it. 6 men fill out the seats and she steps in. They stop their conversation to eye her up and down, and if she were new, she'd be embarrassed, but it's been two years now, she's gotten used to it.

"Berlitz! Honey! How are you?" the roughest figure gains her attention and she brightens up. He's short, shorter than her in the heels she's wearing today, but he's filled, a big belly thats soft even with the rough vest he wears, and a cowboy hat he's had ever since he became a customer, as so she's heard.

"Clay! How are you Daddy?" She wants to cringe at the title he's chosen for her to address him with, but she reminds herself she's doing this for a reason, and that manages to keep her still. He chuckles and ushers her to sit on her lap and she walks over and sits on what little lap space he has left with all that belly. He starts to converse with her, and he rubs at her backside. She hates it, but she suppresses the urge to punch him. Soon enough the door chime rings and there's another small worker. She's thick, the definition of a bombshell, with her hair cut in a way that made it look like she had two brown ponytails on each side of her head. The Bluenette smiles genuinely and the Brunette smiles back before she's pushed off Clay's lap and towards her co-worker.

"Wow, Sapphire you look stunning tonight! ...You guys look happy to see each other, give each other a little kiss why don't you? Show us that duo you show the other pigs onstage." Clay laughs and his friends follow along. They both stare at each other before nodding determinedly and giving each other a peck on the lips, followed by another few and a nip on the bottom lip is given to Berlitz by the other. The men cheer excitedly and start to give them orders for the rest of the night. If her co-worker wasn't with her she would have snapped 20 minutes in.

"I'm telling you May, you're my night in shining armor all the time. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't a duo with me. Clay is fucking disgusting." She's back in the main locker room with all the others, getting out her stage clothes and into her regular wear. May giggles.

"I know, I know Dawn, but remember- we have ulterior motives for being here. We have to make ends meet okay?" She presses a kiss to the cheek of her friend and continues trying to yank off her top. Dawn comes around to help her. "We're gonna make it someday and then we can quit. But for now we have to endure the pain... of these damn shoes! Ugh Dawn my feet have been killing me I can't wait to get into some flats and get the hell out of here my lungs are gonna die from all the smoke!" She gives a fake cough and Dawn starts to laugh.

May has been friends with Dawn ever since middle school. Anything one did, the other followed in support. No matter what, they made it through trials together. They were glad to have each other in their lives, it truly was a miracle. So when they both were in trouble they decided they needed to do something about it, and they submitted their applications together, to a club. They started off in a small, disgusting club. Training was boring, and it hurt them. They took pole fitness on the side, worked their way to a formidable skill level. They changed their diets (not like Dawn really needed to change hers, but more May, because she was plump), and took every opportunity to get where they are today. Dawn was determined to make things work. She was going to do it no matter what. And so was May. For their own separate reasons.

They payed the club their shares of what they earned, and walked out the back of the club, beginning to walk to catch their modes of transportation. May had gotten to her bus stop and said her goodbyes to Dawn, and Dawn started her walk to the train station.

plop... plop...plop.

Dawn's eyelashes caught a few rain drops... Not this again... Dawn frowned. Rain always likes to stomp on my parade... Bastard. She thinks. This is just her luck. her backpack isn't very thick, her money is going to get soaked and then she'll have to peel each bill apart and leave them to air dry... there are too many to be doing that. Despite her aching feet, she starts to run as the rain gets thicker and thicker. She can see the entrance to the subway, its so far yet so close- and she trips. But before she can feel the cold, hard ground on her cheek, she's caught in strong arms. Strong tan arms, attached to a purple shirt, attached to a handsome face under an umbrella. She blinks a few times before standing up straight.

"I'm so sorry for falling into you-"

"I saw you falling so I came to help you." He says harshly, and she blinks again. "Here." He shoves his umbrella into her hands and she's about to protest until he interrupts her. "I have a spare at home. Besides, you seem like you have places to go. Bye." He turns and leaves, just like that. and Dawn is left there, stunned, gaping at his retreating figure before her phone rings from a text message and she checks her time. She's gonna be late, crap! She runs off towards the subway and makes right before they close the doors. All the way back home she could only think about that guy.

A redhead is still picking up her ones and flattening her hair down from the humidity of the backstage room. "Good job Cerulean"s were heard all the way back to the locker room, and she felt accomplished today, despite all the potential bad-touches she could have gotten, if her guard was not around to help her. She was the only one left in the back, save for two others she knew very well- Blizzard and Evee. They were both helping each other out of their costumes and complaining about how itchy they were.

"Leaf, Winter. Cut it out already. We get it, the outfits were itchy but you both need to chill out and just get out of them." She snapped at them and they got quiet.

"Misty, you try wearing the underwater mistress costume- whoever made these bands need to be fired from the facility!" Winter complained some more and Misty chuckled.

"I have, plenty of times. You get used to it, don't worry about it." She reassured them. "Hurry up because I don't want you two walking out alone. I'm taking you guys to your buses."

Winter only needed to walk a short distance. She liked the rain, unless she wasn't covered up. But she was in sweatpants, and a nice cozy cotton jacket. Her sneakers splashed against the small puddles gathered in the dents of the sidewalk, and her hair was frizzing- but she didn't mind. She was taking a different route home today, not that Misty or Leaf knew per say, but she was going to take her time to get home today.

Leaf held her umbrella tight, until her knuckles were white. She hated storms sooo bad. It was bad enough that May and Dawn left already but the storm was reallyyyy bad this time. Luckily, Misty was with her, as her rock, and Winter was already on her bus back home. She thinks about the essay she has due tomorrow, and how would dock her points so bad she'd be in the danger zone of grades. She's not good at History- or at least this type of History. All her other classes were fine, it was just this one that seemed to get her stumped all the time. She really wishes she chose a different field to work in but she's too far into college to stop now. Misty snaps her out her thoughts.

"Do you need help with your essay? I know a bit about that type of history." She offers. "If you're not too tired, I could come over tonight. I don't see the harm in helping you." She smiles condescendingly, and Leaf sparkles, if thats even possible. Misty always had her back... like this. She'd offer her money for Leaf's bus tickets and would buy her food, even though she must want to do something more with the cash she earned. She was so grown up and responsible. Leaf had to wonder why Misty wasn't off somewhere with a great paying job, hitched up with some beautiful person on the beachside. She made Leaf feel like she was a child again. Not that it was a bad thing, no, she liked the feeling of everything handed to her in a kind tone like back when she was younger. She felt like Misty could be a great mom.

When they made it home, they finished Leaf's essay and fell asleep, cuddled together in Leaf's "bed".

Winter made sure she had everything she needed and waltzed out the place she called her home. Today she was going to do volunteer work to help replant flowers around the riverbanks. The required tools were, a bucket, a gardening shovel, and clothes she didn't mind getting dirty. Perfect. She slipped on her high top sneakers and started her walk towards the state forest. Although she hated the bugs who lived around the forest (The Mosquitos were the worst about it all, They were fucking HUGE since they're forest mosquitos), She needed to get something good on her case.

The sun was shining just as harsh as any other day in this city, not exactly burning her skin, because the Melanin in her skin protected her, but it may as well have started to burn her because it was REALLY HOT. She wipes a bead of sweat off her forehead and continues to tread on towards her destination.

"Hey you, girl!" A man's voice brings her out her thoughts and the looks over to see a construction site. At first she cant locate his voice until he calls again, and there he is, looking up at her from in a gross, deep, ditch. He's quite the looker, too. "Hi! Could you do me a favor and throw down that tool by your foot? I need it." He asks and she scoffs.

"Maybe if you didn't call me girl I would." She faked being a bitch and crossed her arms stubbornly. He clicked his tongue in response.

"Okay. Would you mind throwing down my tool for me, Ma'am?" He asked and she picked up the weird looking tool before throwing it, not caring where it landed, until-

The Steel hit him SMACK DAB in the middle of his forehead. He cringed at first, not registering the pain until after a few seconds. Then he starts screaming, loudly, cradling his forehead in his dirty, gloved hands. He was bleeding, too, if you needed more emphasis. Winter squeaks.

"Ohhhhh my God I didn't mean to do th-" She stepped a bit too close to the hole and the dirt underneath her collapsed, sending her sliding down into the ditch with him, and landing on her ass with a big thud. And oh how that hurt. But her ass wasn't as important, aside from her stripping career, as the man in front of him infecting his Winter-caused wound. She rummaged in her purse and pulled out disinfectant (you never know when you'll need it,) and sat in front of him, jerking his hand away from his forehead and spraying it without warning. He screamed louder, and Winter covered his mouth. "Chill out," she told him and he got quieter. She took her hand off his mouth. "I'm sorry, I didn't want the wound to get infected." she laughed.

"Well thanks." he sighs and she giggles more, with a small you're welcome.

She looks up towards the edge of the ditch.

"Are we stuck?" She asks and he shakes his head.

"No, I have some workers coming to fork me up in about 5 minutes. Don't worry." He's standing, and he offers a hand for Winter. She takes it, and brushes her clothes off. "Whats with the getup, though? "Happy, Joy-py, Nice to Meetcha-py?" he reads the big bold letters on her shirt and she pouts.

"I was gonna volunteer before all this happened today- And don't disrespect Joseph Joestar, He's the greatest Hero with canon ADHD to ever live!" she fumes, her being a big fan of The JoJo series. He chuckles. "Anyway, I'm Winter. Nice to meet you." She holds out her hand, and he looks her over before taking her hand firmly.

"Riley. Same to you," He smirks.

"RILEY, WHOS THE CHICK WITH YOU DOWN THERE? HOW'D SHE GET DOWN THERE?" a booming voice calls from above them and there's a red head with glasses peering down at them.

"She slipped in, don't worry Roark. She's fine. Just get us out of here, I'm melting." And theres a ladder, lowered into the ditch.

Once out of the ditch, Winter taps Riley's shoulder.

"Since all this happened because of your forgetfulness of your necessary tools, you owe me dinner. Give me your cell." She demanded and he sighed, but complied anyway.

"Is this you asking me on a date? Cause if so, I would have never known." He chuckled and she smacked his shoulder.

"I don't date guys with big bloody wounds on their foreheads, haha. Lets get italian whenever we both have clear schedules." she tells him. "I want the most expensive in the city-"

"No way in hell. But you should get on your way now, uh-"

"Winter."

"Yeah, Winter. See you never probably." He laughs and turns back into his blueprints and Winter skips off.

That was a nice encounter.

"Dawn, I heard Clay gave you a lot of money last time? How much did you get?" Misty asked, fastening the buckles on her skimpy top, and untangling the multiple string that decorated it. Dawn was in Misty's personal dressing room, rummaging through her costume box for 'Imagination Thursday', a day where all workers dress up as something out of ordinary.

"About 500 at first, then later I got business from his friends, so maybe I ended up with 800?" She shrugged and Misty whistled. Dawn was pulling two articles of clothing apart, with not luck. The redhead made her way towards her to untangle it for her and earned a small thanks.

"Next time make sure to share some with me," When Dawn was about to protest, Misty pulled the string on her thong back and snapped it back into place. Dawn yelped. "Just kidding~!"

"DAWN!" The familiar voice of her partner rang through the room. "DAWN MY BOOBS ARE SO BIG THEY BROKE THE TOP WHERES THE CLIPS," May asked, and when the other two girls turned back to her, they started laughing so hard their eye makeup almost smudged. Winter and Leaf, who happened to be walking by started laughing as well. "WHAT?!" She demanded, stomping her heels a few times.

"M... May where did you get that thing?!" Misty asked, dabbing slightly at her makeup so it didn't smudge. Sitting on the top of May's head was a horse head hat prop. She tilted her head, and so did the snout of the damned hat. Misty snorted. "We have horse ears, go get those and get that godawful thing off your head,"

May pouted, but complied.

"So you both are doing a duo show today? The people out there must feel extra special." Misty commented. Dawn was a scantily-clad cowgirl, and May was apparently the horse. "Better give them a show they'll never forget. Also if you see Winter again before that, tell her I need her." She smiled, and they both nodded.

The Spotlight was burning against they skin.

But it was more of a warm day, compared to the scorching 100 degrees of attention that was being put on them. They slowly entered the rink, walking slowly, almost sluggish, dragging each foot behind the other, their hips swaying with each step. Dawn looks over to May when she reaches the pole, and May blows her kiss. Slowly, Dawn lifts herself up the pole, her hands supporting all her weight, until she flips upside down and her legs take the lead. May's behind her, running her hands slowly down Dawn's torso. The crowd is staring wide-eyed. May lifts herself up the pole, higher than the bluenette, and right-side-up. She tugs Dawn upwards by her hair gently, and dawn is pressed flat against her. They let out a display, one that simply could not be described in words- But it's entrancing, and it pulls everyone in, and it makes Ol' Crasher Wake go quiet for the first time in his life, presumably. By now the stage is clouded with ones, and They both feel triumphant.

After the show, men are flocked around them as they're linked by their arms. Giving them compliments, prodding at them for details which they don't give out, and asking them for private dances. They refuse, since they're off from work from performing together, and promise them the next time they make a reservation, they could ask.

The locker room is full of other workers, complimenting them and talking to them. There's a few new girls who ask for pointers and they talk about those and then the locker room slowly gets quieter.

"Good show?"

"Good show. You're the best friend anyone could ever ask for, May!" Dawn hugs her friend and they start to get dressed.

lmao sorry im so trashy i just needed this in my life tho.

Misty, Leaf, and May didn't have the biggest roles this chapter, sorry! More info will be in the next chapter.

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-ACCEL