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xcaptain-winterx · 2 years

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Welcome, sinner

officer!Bill x stripper!reader

summary: the night you met

warnings: smut 18+, 69, mention of death, murder (only mentioned), guest appearances, innocent Bill, alcohol, mention of cheating, stripper, men

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc. This is part 2, so you should probably check out part 1 first

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Part 1

~10 months and 13 days ago~

It often happens that he gets called to this part of town, crimes often happen here, mostly drug deals, street fights, robberies and murder. This part of town is known as red puddle, only people with bad intentions go or live here.

This night the police has been called to one of the most shadiest strip clubs in the entire country, Bloody Ice. It’s a big strip club, four floors. On the main floor is the common strip area where mostly men who are desperate for some female touch come by. The second floor includes a big area with poles and various private rooms, you only get to enter this floor if you have a ring on your finger. To say it in other words, only married men are allowed there. They have their own floor so no one sees them except the other cheating husbands. The third floor is for ‘business’ meetings, mobs for example have their meetings there. Who wouldn’t want to watch pretty woman dance and undress while having a meeting. The top floor is filled with more private rooms and showcases where the girls can dance in. Bill also heard that there’s a sort of secret basement where people can bid on girls and the man with the highest bid gets to have the girl for himself for the rest of the night. He doesn’t know if that’s true though, he just heard it from another Officer and that Officer is not to be trusted.

From afar he could already make out the red lights of the strip club and a big crowd of people in front of it. The crowd moves a bit as the police car comes closer and Bill gets out. He makes his way to the entrance of the club, walking through the big front door inside to see an Officer talking to a big man. The man is tall, about 6’4, he’s got shoulder length hair, a weird beard and he’s wearing big glasses. This man really looks like he jumped straight out off a 70’s porn movie. The man stands with crossed arms in front of the young Officer, it’s a surprise that he didn’t already run away from that man because this man looks fucking scary.

“Officer, who is this?” Bill asks, stepping closer, seeing the relief that washes over the young Officers face.

“Uhm, this is the owner of Bloody Ice, R-“

“Oh yeah, tell it another Offshitter! Can you all just do your job and get finished! I don’t know if you noticed but this is still a work place so let them finally get back to work!” the owner screams at them.

“Sir, we just need to know what happened and we-“ Bill can’t finish his sentence before the man starts talking again.

“I already told this asshole what happened” he goes while lightning up a cigarette “a man grabbed one of my girls and another man didn’t like that so they fought and he shot that bastard. Your colleagues already took care of him”

“Do you know from where he got the gun?”

The man scoffs “You know what happens in this part of town, almost everyone has a gun” blowing out a big cloud of smoke he continues “Is this all, can you go now”

“We need to ask the witnesses what happened and then we can go” to be honest they are far from finish but Bill really wants to get out off here. “Are all witnesses here, Sir?”

Without looking around the room he answers “ My sweetheart is still with a customer in the pleasure room”

“Your sweetheart?” asks Bill. Did his wife work here?

The man looks Bill dead in the eyes “Yes, my sweetheart” not getting a response from Bill he continues “She’s one of the strippers”

“Oh ok, so she’s not your wife?”

“I don’t have a fucking wife” he hisses.

“Ok, well uhm what’s the pleasure room?” Bill questions, only noticing now that the younger Officer is not next to him anymore.

A dark chuckle leaves the owners mouth “It’s a room where the girls do more than just undressing”

“And after the murder she just continued her job and went with the customer into the pleasure room to do more than just undressing?” Bill asks confused, still not getting what he means with ‘more than just undressing’. What else would they do?

“My girls know how to do their job” the owner tries not to laugh at the Officers dumbness “She and the customer are next floor, at the end of the hallway on the right, on the door is a sign which says pleasure room”

“Thanks, Sir”

“Just go ask her your dumb questions and then leave” he says as he walks away in direction of the girls changing room.

Bill just starts making his way upstairs and down the long hallway, he can’t wait for this day to be finally over. Maybe he could order some pizza tonight or perhaps go with some colleagues to a bar.

He starts to hear noises the closer he gets to the end of the hallway, the door now right in front of him. The sound of grunting, moaning, slapping and screaming are heard.

Maybe the guy is hurting you.

Without warning he crashes open the door only to see a naked back of a woman on a big bed.

“WHAT THE FUCK MAN!” only now did he notice the man under her.

Bill finally realizes what’s going on. You’re on top of the customer. You’re having sex. That’s definitely more than just undressing.

“I-I uhm” Bill turns around, his back facing them both “I need to talk to her about the murder” he manages to say, feeling so stupid for not realizing what the owner meant with ‘more than just undressing’.

“Close the door! We are going to put our clothes on!” the man screams.

Wow, people are really nice here

After a few minutes the door opens and closes again but only the man steps out. Before Bill can ask where the woman is he realizes who is in front of him. “Andy Barber?”

Andy let’s out a big breath of air, annoyed that he got caught “You are married and a lawyer. You are cheating on your wife with a stripper and ruining your carrier. Do you know what would happen if someone found out!” he met Andy before because of his job. Barber is known as the best lawyer in town and as a loving husband and father.

“I know, that’s why I’m here.” Andy begins saying “Nobody will ever find out. This place gives you the opportunity to just let yourself go, to give a shit about everyone else.” his eyes turn a shade darker “ Do you know how many of your little police friends visit this place regularly?”

This can’t be true, right? No one would risk their carrier. No one would cheat on their partner with a stripper.

Bill tries to ignore what Barber is saying “Why?”. He just can’t understand why such a man would do that.

“I was not happy with my relationship, the love was just not there anymore. No good morning and good night kisses, no work visits and no daily sex, and if we had sex it was just bad. I just wanted to get out off there but I knew that could having a divorce would risk my image. One night I got drunk and stumbled on this place, god, and now I can’t leave” Andy says, with a look that Bill can’t classify as normal “The woman here are goddesses, especially she” he points at the door behind him.

Andy glances at the door before he steps a bit closer to him and whispers “Once you start you can’t stop. It’s starts to become an addiction. At first it’s twice a month, then once a week and out of nowhere you start to come here almost everyday. You cant leave.” Bill can’t believe what he’s hearing.

Both of their heads snap to the door as it opens. Bill then sees the goddess Andy’s been talking about.

You

You’re wearing blue high heels and a pastel blue lingerie set, thrown over it is a see through blue night gown.

Andy steps away from Bill when you come out off the room.

“Here’s your money, love” reaching inside his jacket Andy pulls out a stack of money “Next time we maybe have our fun without a Officer barging in, maybe then I would also be able to finish” he says with a chuckle, kissing her temple. Bills eyes move down Andys body, seeing the massive bulge in his dress pants.

He quickly moves his gaze away from Andys boner and instead looks at the stack of money Andy gave you. It has to be at least 5000 dollars, and that was just one customer. Ok, Andy is quite prosperous but that’s not the point.

Bills moves his gaze once again when he hears a mix between moans and whimpers leave Andys mouth. Your hand cupping Andys boner while he rocks his hips against your hand. Bill tries not to stare at the scene in front of him, he can’t, it’s unprofessional. He can’t stop imagine though, how your hands would feel around his dick. The sounds that leave Andy’s mouth are definitely not making it better.

Thankfully he doesn’t have to listen to Andys moans for long because he finishes pretty quickly in his pants.

Feeling his pants getting tighter he looks down to see that he also has a small boner. He quickly covers it with hands while Andy is saying goodbye to you. He throws Bill a glare while walking past him. Bill looks back at you when your voice fills his ears.

“Good evening, Officer” you say, looking him up and down. You must admit he’s not that bad looking, you had worse looking man come to this club.

It takes Bill some seconds to answer, your voice sounds like a angle. “Good evening, miss..uhm” he realizes that he doesn’t even know your name.

“Sweetheart”

“What?”

Did you just call him sweetheart or is that your name? God, he kind of hopes you called him that.

“My name, it’s sweetheart. We don’t use our real names here, only the owner of the club knows our real names. He gives us these ‘nicknames’ after the job interview, well if Mr. Pronge thinks we are good enough to work here”

Without thinking Bill asks “What do you have to do in a job interview for a strip club?”. His cheeks start to turn red as he realizes how rude he sounded.

There are two types of jobs, the high paid ones where people get respected and accepted, and the poor paid jobs where people get looked down on and disrespected. These two types are still though, two sides of the same coin. Strippers and sex workers are not on the coin. These jobs belong to a small penny, a small penny that no one cares about. The penny that is in your wallet that you never use and want to get rid off but you still keep it. You hate it but you don’t want to get rid off it because why would you throw something away that’s yours. Why would you throw people away who are yours for a specific time. People laugh at them, talk gossip about them, change the side of the street, make fun of them and more. Acceptance is something they don’t grant them. Yet, they need them. Someone who helps them out, who will do exactly as told, who they can use and then throw away whenever they want.

The other side of the penny belongs to dealers and contract killers, also known as hitman. The overall more masculine side of the coin is the addiction that everyone needs and can’t get rid off. Once you start, you can’t stop. The first joint, first time trying ecstasy, then the first line of coke. People need it to survive, exactly like contract killers. The feeling of power people have when their problems are getting taken care of by someone professional. Only having to move a muscle for transferring money when the problem got taken care of. The small penny shows the desire and power we have and want.

That doesn’t mean though, that the society accepts them.

“Sorry, ma’am, I didn’t want to sound rude” Bill says, giving her a apologetic smile, hoping she’s not offended by it.

“It’s ok” you say “a lot of people think that we are just some sluts who want to show off our bodies and get some dirty old money” of course you know that it’s not the job you parents wanted you to have, but it’s still a job and you earn more money than most people earn in a week.

Bills smile falls when you say that.

“you are not a slut”

God, he only knows you for about 10 minutes, and most of time you were touching Andy’s dick, why does he care?

“Thanks, officer, I appreciate it.” it’s been a while since a policeman told you your not something like that. “Well” you go while biting your lip “and to answer your question, in this club we have to show Mr.Pronge how good we are”

To be honest, at this point Bill doesn’t even want to know what you mean by that. To munched already happened today. He met a 70s pornstar, walked in on a lawyer having a affair and saw the man cume in his pants. That’s enough for one evening. The only reason why he’s still feeling fine is because he just met an angle. Bill doesn’t move until your voice breaks him out of his trance.

“Aren’t you suppose to be asking me questions about the accident?” you ask him.

“Yeah, right”

He spends the next 20 minutes questioning you, all while not taking his eyes of you. After he finished questioning you, you both go downstairs. Bill wants to say something to you but before he gets the chance to, you’re already making your way over to Mr. Pronge. The owner stands up from the bar chair when he sees you coming over, glancing over to Bill before bringing his focus back on you. Bill can’t hear what you both are talking about but he sees how you show him the money, to be more specific, the money Andy gave you for fucking him.

“Officer, we are done here. Are you coming?” the younger officer, who seems to be doing better, asks him.

Bill looks back over to you only to see that you are no longer there, neither is Mr. Pronge. Thoughts of what you may be doing right now flashes through his mind. You could change into your casual outfit right now, count your money, drink a cocktail or fuck someone else.

He tries to get rid of these thoughts, he will not feel jealous or whatever he is feeling.

So, he walks out of the club, sad that he couldn’t say goodbye to you.

Bill is feeling miserable on his way home, he can’t get you out of his head.

What did Andy say? When your not happy you should drink?

Those probably weren’t his exact words but Bill couldn’t care less right now, so instead of driving home he drives to the next gas station. He quickly gets inside and goes over to the beers. Bill scans the shelfs, corona, blue moon, desperado and good old Weihenstephan Weissbier. He needs German beer right now.

Bill grabs a six pack and walks over to pay for it. The cold night air hits him when he walks out off the store, almost telling him to go back inside the warm gas station but he can’t. Neither can he just go in a bar right now, he’s still in his uniform, so he just sits in his car.

This year one officer will get a promotion and the chances are high that he’s the lucky officer who will get it. Bill is known as the good neighborhood officer, people like him. Grandmas make him cookies, little kids come up to him, wanting to sit in the police cars, mothers try to set him up with their daughters, people at the weekly market give him food for free. They just like him. That’s why he can’t understand how his only adversary is so high up on the list. This officer is the exact opposite of him.

Officer Lee Bodecker

Everybody knows that Bodecker did some shady stuff. Stuff like bribery, counterfeit money, speeding tickets and more! Out of some reasons though, people still seem to like him, well most of them come from the shady part of town.

If Bill would do something like that or if he would just be seen doing something what ‘good‘ cops aren’t suppose to do, he wouldn’t get that promotion and he could maybe even get fired. Bodecker would probably like that.

Bill just knows that Lee goes into Bloody Ice, especially after what Andy said. Thinking back, Bodecker is also the officer who told him about the basement of the club. He’s probably going there every night, drinking to get even fatter, while watching younger woman dance and then fuck them.

What if he fucked you?

No no no no no no no. He didn’t fuck you, right? You wouldn’t allow him to fuck you. But he’s a customer. Jealousy over comes him. What if Bodecker really had the chance to touch you, to feel your soft skin under his fingers.

He needs to see you again, he needs to finally touch you, he needs to know if you had something with Bodecker.

That’s how he finds himself back in front of the club. He doesn’t remember the whole drive back here or where he parked his car.

Bill goes inside with the mission to find you. Even though he’s hella drunk, he can still tell that the club is full. Men are screaming and begging to the woman on stage to take their clothes off, girls are sitting on mens laps, getting money stuffed into their bras and panties. The whole room smells like alcohol and sex, which is funny because sex only happens in the privat rooms. He can’t see you though and he definitely can’t see the big bouncer who curiously looks him up and down, while he walks by.

Bill starts to search for you, pushing men out the way, nobody seems to understand he’s from the police.

“Get Out oFf my Way” Bill growls at a man with round glasses that is standing in his way, before pushing him away and continuing his search.

He sees some men going behind the stage. Maybe his girl is also there, so he follows them. You have to be here somewhere.

The men walk down a small hallway, only dimly lighted by some neon signs. The floor is dark cement with small cracks and red spots. The hallway just looks like a nicer version to the gates of hell.

The four men start to walk downstairs. Bill realizes in that moment that Bodecker was right, there is a basement. But what happens down there? He walks a bit faster or as fast as someone can go who is slightly drunk. He needs to know if you are downstairs but he suddenly freezes when a neon sign shines on one of the men. A big man with dark hair and a almost to tight leather jacket.

“BoDecKer?” Bill whispers to himself. Is that Bodecker going downstairs? The hair and body definitely fits.

Before Bill can take another step forward, he gets yanked back, not being able to hold his balance he crashes to the floor.

“Nah man, your fucking cop ass is not going anywhere. You know what happens to people who want to know more than they should? We put a fucking bullet in their head. I’m gonna make an exception for you because we don’t need the whole fucking police station show up cause a cop is missing. NOW GET THE FUCK BACK UP!”

Bill looks back up, trying to focus. He can tell that he’s buff, got a buzz cut and a thick beard. Perhaps he’s wrong though because he sees the man twice. He shouldn’t have drank that much.

“I’m juSt lOoking for mY swEethEart” he tells the buff man, who’s face changes to an angry expression. A growl even leaves his throat. As soon as Bill is back on his feet he gets grabed again and thrown against the wall. Bills ears ring from the sudden action.

The man pulls his fist back ready to throw it when suddenly a soft voice and hand stops him. “Curtis, everything is good”

God, could that be you?

Bill turns his head, trying to focus on the person standing next to the man. He can’t hear what’s going on, his entire focus is on trying to focus again. After a few seconds he finally sees you. “Hey, sweetheart” he says with a grin on his face, leaning against the wall.

“You sure about that, he’s drunk as fuck and-“ the man starts only to be cut off by your soft hand being put on his chest.

“Don’t worry, I met him before, I’m just gonna take care of him until he’s feeling better” you answer, grabbing Bills arm, resulting in him almost leaning his whole weight on you.

There’s a minute of silence, except the soft giggling and soft hi’s of Bill, before Curtis speaks up. “Ok, but the second he’s sober again you get him out off here. I don’t want the boss to get mad again” he says in a soft but stern tone.

“Yes, Everett. Now go and throw some other drunk asses out” jokingly command with a smile, winking at him. You put Bills arm around your shoulder, trying to ignore the way he puts his face in your hair, smelling you and the intense smell of alcohol. You carefully lead him through the main club part and in direction of the stairs. With the goal of bringing him into the room where he saw you for the first time.

“I’ve bEen sEarchIng fOr yOu all niGht, swEethearT” Bill stated with a proud smile on his face, holding on you. You try your best to hold him upright as you both go up the stairs, almost letting him accidentally fall down three times. Bill doesn’t care though, the only thing that matters right now is you being close to him and your beautiful hair. It smells like vanilla and strawberries with a touch of coconut. He already knows that it would be his new favorite smell, if there also wouldn’t be a hint of cigarettes in it.

“Really?” you question when you finally made it upstairs “why did you miss me that much?”

Bill lets out a little adorable laugh as you both go down the familiar hallway, getting closer and closer to the door. “Oh, you don’t even know”

You let him in first, when you finally reach the door before following him inside and locking the door. Rushing back over to Bill as you see him almost tripping again. You make him sit down on the couch, making sure that he stays upright and then sitting down yourself, turning to look at him only to see that he’s already looking at you.

“Did you fuck Lee Bodecker?”

That came unexpected.

“Bill” you say, while putting your hand on his cheek, softly tracing his cheekbone “why do you want to know”. His eyes move from you, he can’t look you in the eyes. Bill takes in all the details of the room, the only light that comes are from the lamps because no windows are there. “Look at me” you say, turning his head to look at you “tell me why”

Bill gulps, feeling out of nowhere totally sober “I-I uh” how is he suppose to explain that he is jealous. “Well you know I uhm- hate- don’t like Bodecker” he says, almost wanting to slap himself by how fake that sounds. Lying never been one of his strengths.

Your face shows disappointment and Bill nearly cries, he doesn’t want you to be disappointed at him. He wants to be the reason you smile. “How about this, officer, you tell me, while I make you feel good” you whisper, trailing one hand down his uniform. Bills breath hitches, is it really happening. Is he really finally going to feel you?

You unbuckle his belt

Fuck. He’s so scared but also excited. He knows your good, he knows. You got Andy to cheat on his wife.

You slowly open his zipper and get on your knees

No, he can’t. If someone finds out he’s going to get fired, that also means Bodecker will win.

You pull his pants and underwear down.

This is wrong, this is so wrong. Nobody will forget that if-

His thoughts get cut off as you lick a strip down his dick. “Fuck” Eyes roll back into his head when you lick another strip. A smirk grows on your lips, seeing his expression. Bill is in heaven, well, as far as you can be in heaven while sinning.

“I wanted you to tell me why you want to know, baby” you say, giving his dick some soft strokes.

“OK. I will tell you-just p-please don’t stop” knowing he’s gonna embarrass himself. He sucks in some breath of air “I don’t want him to touch you because-ugh fuck h-he ca-FUCK“ you take him in your mouth, making Bill stop his sentence and instead letting out soft pleases. He knows he won’t last long.

“I want to b-be” he stop again when you altered to bob your head. He’s definitely not gonna last.

Bill looks down at you and immediately regrets it. Innocent eyes look back at him and your soft red lips wrapped around his dick. Your mouth is wet and warm, taking him down your throat. It’s like your mouth is made for him. “I don’t want h-him beca-“ he can’t do it.

The moment your hand grabs his balls he explodes “FUCK! I DONT WANT HIM TO TOUCH YOU BECAUSE I WANT YOU” he screams as he cums. His cheeks turn red, embarrassed by the confession.

You swallow before before standing back up and looking him in the eyes “It’s ok”. Before smashing your lips against his. Bill moans as you start to play with his tongue, completely taking control. You taste delicious, you taste exactly how you smell. This time though with a hint of his own cum.

Bill whines as you break the kiss, trying to follow your lips. The alcohol definitely making him clingier.

The sound of your laughter makes his stomach feel like it’s filled with butterflies. “Don’t worry, I think I like you too” you whisper softly in his ear

“Welcome, sinner”

Next thing you know, he throws up over the armrest.

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