Not A Stripper - Phinks X Reader

First night.

Phinks was having his third beer of the night, while a stripper passed by him, sending a swift movement of her hips in his direction, with a seductive gaze. "Tsk" he waved his hand to shove her away. The blond was pissed, the day had been awful, mostly about breaking a few necks, and washing the blood off of his hands. He was tired. Tired of the ruthless life he had. Most of the time he was perfectly fine with it, like he could live otherwise anyway, but today was the kind of day when Phinks was angrier than ever, if that was even possible, and the most insignificant thing could get on his nerves.

That's why he came here, in a strip-club, seeking the compagny of soft ladies, but all he got was vulgar womens, barely womens actually, some mere objects for the digusting wolves to watch, as they moved awfully their wrecked bodies. He knew them too well, these girls, they were the only women he had slept with in his entire life. As if he could treat himself with a cute lady, with the lifestyle he had. He had enough of these one night stands though, all of the sexy promises those girls were selling always turned out to be a disapointment. They were nothing like the sweet reward he came looking for.

Phinks made his way to the bar tree steps away, leaving the gross scenary behind. He asked for another beer, not minding looking up at whoever was taking his order. This will be his last drink before leaving the place for good. The pint appeared in front of him, it had a bitter taste.

"Oh no... The creepy stalker is going all gross again." A small feminine voice complained, sounding rather amused though. "Please sir, tell me when the security took him out of here, this is getting too embarasing for me to watch..." The cute voice asked with a shy smile. 'Damn', Phinks told himself as he took a full look at the girl in front of him, she looked like an angel, so damn beautiful. Shit, she was just his type, petite, delicate. Definitly the treat he was looking for, 'don't fuck this up'. He simply nodded, and turned to the guy the pretty girl was refering to, he was trying to get all touchy with a stripper, which was of course forbidden, pathetic. The security was quick to kick him out of the place.

Phinks' eyes returned to his cute bartender, who was hiding her eyes with her hands playfully. That stupid gesture sent a smile up his lips. "You're good, he's gone." He told her with the softest voice he could manage, which turned out to be rather rough despite his efforts.

"Thank you a lot sir !" She extended her hand to Phinks, slightly bending her body over, which showed her appealing cuvrves, nicely huged in a white dress that didn't fit the place at all. "My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you." The warm smile she wore was melting him.

He immediatly took her hand to shake, with her small fingers completly disappearing in his. "I'm Phinks".

He quickly pulled his hand away when he noticed the discomfort on Y/N's face, "You have one hell of a handshake" she moved her hand fast in all direction as to soften the pain.

"Fuck, sorry, you fine ?!" Phinks' eyes widened, since when did he become such a brute that he couldn't even control his strengh.

"No no I'm all good, don't worry, I didn't mean it as an insult, sorry" she chuckled. "It's just that if I had known sooner you were this strong, I'd have sent you to deal with the weirdo from earlier." It was now his time to chuckle. She continued, " I mean, seriously, I still don't understand why they don't prohibit him the access of the club...".

Phinks raised a brow "cuz that shit happen often ?"

"Oh you have no idea... This creep's been stalking many of the stippers, and tried all awful things with them... That's kind of scary that they let these people in." She said while pourring some more drinks for other customers. 'Ah if Y/N knew that the man she had in front her was the kind to break fifty necks on a daily basis, she'd probably think that the creepy stalker looked like the prince charming. It was better to stay quiet about his activity'.

"And what is a pretty girl like you doing in this shit hole ?" He asked bluntly, not realising he just casually complimented her, until he saw the the blush painting her cheeks, cute.

She rubbed the back of her neck, smiling, "Well, I'm just saving some money that's all. This job pays very well."

"Hell it better does when you put youself on display for creeps to enjoy." He said dryly, 'was he forgetting he was among the creeps ?'. He didn't mean to sound rude, but something about this angel-like girl being under the red lights of a shitty strip-club turned him off.

"Haha.. you know, I don't get harassed that much. That's the good part of working in a strip-club as a bartender I guess, the men aren't here for me, everyone ignores me." She chuckled cutely.

"Everyone ignores you ? You think I'd buy that ?"

"I assure you, just like I was invisible, no one ever looks at me." She laughed genuigly at how insistant he was.

"Bullshit. You're a fucking model in comparison with those whores and no one's looking at you ? Woman, you're either blind or fucking naive." She turned bright red and, enjoying what he saw, Phinks wondered if he could push it further. "Okay, I am looking at you, so tell me, what does that make me ?" Phinks smirked.

With her eyes turning big, the cute bartender was taken aback, obviously not used to men being so straightforward with her. 'that's good', Phinks thought. With a rushed voice, she answered "That makes you a nice exception, and a big distraction ! Ah! You're actually making me run late on my orders !" She laughed while running to pour more drinks. Phinks smiled to himself ; maybe he was going to stay a little longer after all.

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Author's notes :

Hello reader, this is my first work and I hope you like it 😊
This chapter is quite short, but it'll get longer in the next chapters.

Don't hesitate to leave comments !

(I choose the "she" rather than the "you" to stay in Phinks' pov as much as possible. But if I make other stories in the futur I'd like to use the "you". I feel like it helps the reader to get into the story)