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Erik x Reader
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"What happened to you? You look awful." Erik told (Y/n) asked she walked into the living room, sitting down in the chair next to him.

"I've been working, that's the problem." She told him, running a hand though her hair. "And before you start, I know you don't like my job, but I need the money."

Erik sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't like it because you're a prostitute."

She shook her head, a slight blush on her cheeks. "I'm not a prostitute! I'm a stripper, there's a difference!"

"You're still dancing around men, wearing almost nothing, and getting money for doing it. I consider it prostitution." He said as he glared at her. "What would your bother say?"

"You know that Charles can't stop me." She smiled as she stood up. "And trust me, my brother and I have the same powers and I know you've been dying to go to my show."

He hid his blush well, turning away from her. "You can think whatever you want."

She sighed. "Erik, you know it bothers me when you compare me to Charles. I can hear you comparing me to him in your mind."

"I compare you two because he's so smart and you can just be so stupid sometimes." He told her flat out, shaking his head. "You don't listen to anything, we've told you pleanty of times to get a different job, and you never listen to anything we tell you."

(Y/n) bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes. "You're such an ass."  She snapped, not even giving him a chance to speak before she stormed out of the room.


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"Hey sweetie, can I get another drink?" A man asked (Y/n), slapping her ass on the way by. "And make sure you leave out the ice."

She blushed and walked over to the bar, getting the man the drink he wanted. The man running the music grabbed the mic, smiling at the crowd. "And now, we'll have are beautiful (Y/n) take the stage, performing a special dance."

(Y/n) walked over to the stage, looking out at the men that filled the crowd. She couldn't help but feel scared as her hands gently rested on the pole.

"That's right! Just like that!" A man yelled as she started to dance, tossing money at her; his hands touching any skin he could reach.

She heard all their thoughts, trying her best to keep composed. Every man in there had the thought of having sex with her. They wanted to touch her body and never let go. In the middle of her dance, she let go of the pole, crying as she ran backstage.

"And there you have it folks! Isn't she lovely?" The man on the mic smiled, going back to playing the usual loud music that was playing.

(Y/n) sat, her legs pulled up to her chest as she looked at the owner of the club. "I don't think I can do this any longer."

"You better. There's a man waiting for a dance in room three, and I wouldn't leave him waiting." He told her as he walked out of the room.

She dried her eyes and stood up, walking back out and going over to room three. "Ask for a dance?" She asked, blinking when she actually saw who it was. "Erik?"

"Even if I think it's so gross to be here, I came." He told her, standing up from the chair. "You're going home right now, grab your things."

"Thank you so much Erik." She smiled, pulling him in for a hug. "I never want to be here again."

He took a deep breath, looking down at her. "You know. I have a crisp $100 in my pocket, and I am willing to pay for a dance."

She blinked, but still gave him a smirk. "I knew you'd cave, but what's once more dance before I quit." She said as she slipped her hand into his pocket and pulled out the money.

"Your hand is very deep in my pants pocket right now." Erik mumbled, his lips next to her ear. "But I am okay with it."

"I would say don't tell Charles, but he's gonna find out anyway." (Y/n) smiled at him, leaning up and gently kissing him. "Now I'll give you the dance you want. And you can get extra for free." She winked, sitting him down on the chair.

Erik smirked, his hands moving to her waist as she started to grind on him. "You're really good at this."

"I've been doing this for almost a year, how am I not good at this?" She asked him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

He shrugged, biting his lip. "I don't really ask about this kind of stuff. Is this really all I get for $100?"

"You can get a lot more when we get home." She winked, climbing off of his lap. "Now take me home, and we can continue when we get back." She told him as she walked out of the room.

Erik watched her leave and smirked. "God she's amazing."
Ahhh!!
I made this because my Senior essay is about Prostitution and I was lowkey inspired

*picture not mine
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