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Night Moves 1
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Part of The Club AU
Many might complain for the short attention span of the male kind, but you can't agree. In your experience, their lack of focus is a blessing, a profit even. You just need to show them something shiny and let them trip over themselves. So far, that's worked for you.
You giggle, certain to push your chest out just so as your latest mark tells a lame joke. He's kind of cute behind the frameless glasses and questionable choice in facial hair. Easy, is how you'd describe him best.
He reaches across the bar to slide the drink he bought for you closer. You wink at him and pick it up, pouting just so before sipping from the brim.
He watches your lip, hypnotised by your act, by you. You touch the front of his button-up shirt, ignoring the sweat stains under the arms. He nervous and jittery like a puppy. You put your drink down and lean closer on your stool.
"So, IT, sounds interesting. I'm no good with tech," you call over the music, running your hand up and down his lapel. "Do you do house calls?"
"Well, um, I work in an office, I don't... install," he stutters as you play with his top button, flicking it undone and giving an 'oops' expression. He doesn't fix it as you sit back and take another drink. "But if you need something done, I could probably, er, help.”
"Oh yeah, you're so sweet," you dab your mouth with your knuckles daintily, your third drink of the night hitting just right. "How has someone not snatched you up?"
"Uh," he chuckles and looks around, "really?"
"Sure, honey," you touch his collar again, "you're a cutie."
He turns red, a shade to match his garish satin shirt. You're not sure who suggested that but you've seen worse. You drain your glass and fan yourself in the heat of the club.
"Oh, no," you say dramatically, "Jamie, I gotta hit the ladies..."
"Uh, yeah, that's fine, but er, it's Jake, whatever, I'll be here," he grins.
"Amazing," you snatch up your clutch, "I'll be right back, kay, baby."
You pull him close as you hover on the edge of the stool and plant one right on his lips. He's too stunned to react as he lets you kiss him sloppily. You let your hand wander down and snake it around him. You squeeze his ass and purr before popping your mouth off his and dragging your hand away.
"Don't go flirting with other sluts," you hop down off the stool and strut away, sure to swing your hips to distract from the plastic against your palm.
You bring your hand up as you turn down the hall towards the bathroom and admire the golden lettering of his credit card. The dumbass didn't even bother to put it back in his wallet after buying you a cocktail. You roll your eyes and tuck it away in your purse.
You enter the bathroom and check your reflection. You daintily touch your lashes to fix them as two drunken girls argue over the next sink. Twins, huh? Don't see that every day.
Time for a new mission. You hike your tits up and turn to check out your ass. You're not vain but you work hard to maintain your figure. It's part of your work, you have to keep everything in tiptop shape.
You head back out, swaying to the music as you blend back into the crowd. You stop to dance on a few guys, sizing them up as you toy with them. There's only so much BO you can put up with, even if they have a black card.
As you scope out the room, your eye is caught by two watching eyes. Bold and blue and alluring. Attraction is less than intrinsic with these things but damn if this man isn't stunning. You smile at him, tilting your head coyly as you look away.
When you look back, he's still staring. You bite your lip and push away from the guy trying to hump your ass. Animals. Actually, animals have survival instincts, these idiots are all too hammered to smell a fire.
You weave through the crowd as you keep your sights on the man in-- Gucci. Ooo, big spender. The jacket is sleek and cut perfectly to his form. He's fucking hot. You wouldn't mind doing more than fishing in his pockets.
You near, a bit shy as you twist your hands together, leaning on one heel. You bat your lashes as he angles his jaw, "hey."
"Um, hope I'm not stepping on someone else's territory," you grip your clutch tight, "I mean, you're too cute to be here alone."
"I could say the same," he counters, his eyes flicking up and down your body. "Thirsty?"
"I'm a bit parched," you answer.
"After you," he waves towards the bar.
You glance over and see Jamie or whatever looking for you. You smile and smush your lips together, smearing the gloss around.
"Actually, the bar upstairs has better drinks. Doesn't cheap out on the liquor."
"Lead the way," he shrugs.
You push your shoulders up so your chest bounces just a little and you turn on your stilleto. You pass between the bodies as he stays close behind, his shadow looming in the flashing lights. You head upstairs, certain that he's getting a good view of your ass, he might even be able to tell that you have no panties on.
You get to the next floor and head to the bar. The burly blond recognise you and gives a smile as he approaches. The handsome stranger rests his hand on your lower back as he leans over the bar top. "Scotch, and whatever the lady likes."
You order another gin and tonic with lime. You turn to the man as you wait for your drink, his hand dragging to your hip and lingering there. You admire the way his shirt clings to his broad chest.
"You from the city or visiting?" You ask.
"I'm in and out," he says evasively, "do I get a name, beautiful?"
"Roxy," you offer your alias, "and you, sexy?"
"Nick," he answers and he reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out his wallet. He swipes his card as the bartender holds out the machine.
"Nick, I like that," you preen as he hands you your drink.
"Wanna sit down?" He asks.
You shrug and let him take you to a booth in the corner. You slide in close to him and set your drink down. He casually sips and stretches his arm over your shoulders. Okay, he means business. Maybe it's worth the long con.
"You come here a lot?" He asks as he leans in.
"When I'm bored. Unfortunately, I don't find much fun," you touch his thigh as you shift to face him, "maybe you can change that."
"Maybe," he rubs your shoulder as he draws you even closer, "you're walking around this place with your ass out... I might just have to put it to use."
You brush along his jaw and tilt your head to kiss him. You pull him into a deep embrace, running your hand up and down his chest as you moan into his mouth. He melts into you and you catch yourself doing the same.
Your hand wanders subtly across his jacket. You could probably get his wallet out right there, he has one of those ridiculously slim ones made of metal. Just a little–
His hand fists around yours as his lips part and he curls his arm tight around the back of your neck. You squeak, caught, and he presses his wet lips to your temple. You fucked up, you should've waited, you should've enjoyed that genuine bit of tension a little longer.
“Not so fast, sweetheart,” he growls.
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Night Moves (Arthur Penn, 1975)
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GENE HACKMAN as Harry Moseby in NIGHT MOVES (1975)
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Night Moves, Part 5
Summary: Is Lloyd going to let you go?
Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader, Andy Barber X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content smut, somnophilia, unprotected sex, PIV sex, mentions of butt plugs, thigh riding, hard sex, breeding kink, creampie, passing out, 18+ ONLY
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“Mmm,” you moan into Lloyd’s mouth as he slowly pumps into your warmth. Hands pinned above your head, and you had barely woke up from a nap. It was the second ‘Date’ with Andy, and Lloyd was preparing you for a life with Andy outside of these walls.
“This is how he’s going to wake you, Sugar. He’s going to wake you up by splitting you in two,” when you moan too loud, Lloyd’s hands holding your wrists move to your mouth, “Quiet now. You don’t want anyone to know who’s making you feel good.”
He didn’t want anyone to know. He was breaking way too many rules, especially since you had your date with Andy in an hour. His hips roll into you, and it wasn’t just that he was big, he knew how to move. Didn’t change his rhythm, angling himself to drag his tip over your g spot with every reentrance, he was a god.
You gasp under his hand, now gripping to his hips as he changes speed to pound into you. His eyes looking over to the clock, he knew he was cutting it close. “I still taste your sweet honey on my tongue. Still can smell you in every part of my body. And I have one simple challenge with your Andy, if he wants to take you away from here. You like that, Sugarpie? That right there? Am I giving it to you that good?”
Furrowing your brows, you let the pleasure surround as your walls clench down on Lloyd, tears spring at your eyes while you flutter around him, and he pulls out just to spurt his warm cum on your mound, “You can think about that while Andy is touching you,” still in a daze of sleep and blissful news, you try and regulate your breathing. “You’re a vocal one, huh?”
Walking over to your bathroom, he brings back a warm cloth, dabbing off his spend. “When did you get in here?” You pant up at him.
“I was going to bring you the clothes that Andy has provided for you. You were sleeping so pretty, and that cunt was just glistening with your deep need to be fucked, so I provided that for you. But that…this stays between the two of us. Get yourself dressed,” he sits back on your chair, and picks up a present, “He asked if you wanted a new piece of jewelry. But…maybe we should wait,” he looks down in the bag smirking, “Andy, you dirty bastard.”
“What is it?” You were curious to know what you were getting into, and when Lloyd pulls up a box of metal butt plugs with diamonds on them, you look down at the bed nervously. “Is he wanting me to wear that today?”
“Not necessarily,” Lloyd shrugs, holding up the biggest one to inspect. “He likes dressing you up like his own personal doll. Provided you with new lingerie, tits look nice by the way. New clothes. He’s never gone these lengths for any of the other girls,” you didn’t know how to respond to that, so instead you stand silently, pulling the new dress over your head and down over your curves, while Lloyd stares hungrily over your body.
“It’s a shame that Andy could take you away from me. From us,” you didn’t understand. Didn’t completely know where he was coming from or how genuine he was. Andy, you believed every word from him. There was security with Andy. With Lloyd you would always be one of the talent. Even Bucky had told you that Andy was a ticket out of this life, and that he was a good man.
“Tell me about Andy,” Lloyd looks at you serenely, before looking back to your messy bed. “Should I fear him?”
“No,” he shakes his head, while he stares into the distance. “He’s one of the best clients. Not the highest payer, no. But he respects what we’re doing here. Respects you guys a lot. He will make a terrific husband. He’ll want you to be his housewife, stay at home mom, be kept. And he’ll protect you. Come home every night. Run your bath water, give you a moment alone, while he spends time with his kids.”
“Sounds like a dream.”
“Yeah,” he taps his fingers on your desk before standing up, “This business can get tiring if that’s the life you really want. Not everyone can provide that life for you,” he gives you a quick wink, and opens the door, seeing Carter right outside of it.
“Why are you in there?”
“I was giving her the present from Andy,” Carter presses a hand against Lloyd’s chest, but the man shrugs him off. “I’ve got a job to do.”
“Then I suggest you do it. You’re not to be in this room.”
Lloyd gives him a dramatic bow before he walks down the hallway, and away from the living quarters, “Andy is here to see you. He requested extra time with you. I hope your nap went well?” You nod your head as he guides you down the hall, followed closely by Clark.
“Why are you taking me?”
“Lloyd is getting attached, and Andy has given me a proposition. He is very interested.”
“He’s only met me one time,” you didn’t understand how someone could possibly know in such a short amount of time. How they could say without a doubt they were willing to take you home and into a different life.
“Well, tonight will determine how he proceeds.”
“He expects sex?”
“Well, you are working at a place where we curate men and women for the needs of another. If someone is willing to pay off your contract for a more personal relationship, consider that a glorious opportunity. The dress looks nice by the way. Andy has excellent taste,” he opens up the grand door into the private rooms, continuing on your journey, but now it was silent, and left for you to figure out how to feel.
This was the night that would determine if Andy was a right fit for you. Carter and Lloyd said they would give you a choice. But you could be free of this life. Could leave the world of paid for sex behind. Could live that normal life of having your husband come home to pamper you, and have children.
“Here you go, Sugar,” Carter smiles as he opens the door, and you see Andy sitting there leaned over with his forearms resting on his knees. And those dark blue eyes move up to meet yours, you could really get used to this. Have him come home to you just like that. His tie was loosened up, and his sleeves were rolled up on his forearm.
Carter pushes you into the room, and closes it behind you, while Andy stands to walk closer to you, “How was your day?” He genuinely asks, stepping up to you, he runs his thick hands over you arms, and you naturally lean into him. “That bad?”
“It was just…long,” you take a deep breath as he backs up to the bed. Pulling you over to straddle his lap.
“How about now?” His hands slide around your ass and he moves you over him. Biting at your lip, you nod your head, “How does this feel?” His hand presses up against your lace panties, and you chirp, “Oh, that good? How about now?” Moving aside the gusset of the panties, he lets your clit rub over his fingers. As your juices coat him in your sticky arousal.
“Oh, Sugar,” he pulls his hand out, and stretches his fingers apart, watching the string of your juices connect his fingers, “Mmm, I want you to soak my cock, but first, get off on my lap. Make me hard,” he places his fingers in his mouth, sucking off your slick, and you only feel slightly embarrassed that Lloyd had just been there. “Have you been playing with yourself?”
“Why would you ask that?” Those fingers go back into your cunt, and you whimper out his name when he pulls back out. Feeling the loss of him was heartbreaking.
“You see that? That sweet cream, mmm,” popping them back in his mouth, he sucks your essence off him. His tongue makes circles over his fingers, before he’s pressing them in your mouth. Running the calloused pads over your tongue, moaning at just how well your tongue circles around him. “You came earlier. What were you thinking about?”
“I was asleep,” you whine, gyrating your hips over him. Lie. It’s okay to lie. “Woke up to myself, hunching a pillow.”
“Oh, you poor thing. You were desperate, huh?” Pouting at him, you nod your head. Mewling when you feel his cock start to harden. You could practically envision his cock pushing through your entrance. “You need something hard to cum over? I got this room for a few hours. I do like to slowly make you unravel. Brought some toys. Maybe I’ll fuck you with them, until I get hard again,” sliding his hands around your ass, he gives your puckered hole a tap.
“Didn’t want to wear a pretty diamond for me?”
“Wanted you to put it in,” his eyes roll into the back of his head, while your speed picks up. You wanted him. Wanted to feel the way you stretched over him. He had all this control and power, and you were becoming addicted. Your body was ready to take him. “Andy,” your voice was showing the aching desire you had for him. Your cunt was radiating straight to his cock, and he was ready for you.
“God, fucking cum!” He growls, wrapping a hand around your throat, giving you a tiny bit of pressure before you were gasping out his name. He couldn’t stand it, he needed it. Needed to feel your warmth wrapped around you. Wanted to see your face as he splits you open the first time. “Cum!”
With a sharp gasp, you let your body feel pleasure throughout your limbs. He finishes pulling off your rucked up dress, and grunts at the sight of your tits adored in lace. Kneading your breasts, and pinching at your hardened buds, before he has you twisted and laying on your back. Pulling down those ruined panties, and he stuffs then in his pocket, “I’m going to fuck myself in your panties. Coat them with my seed, and bring them back for you to wear all day.”
Jerking down your bra cups, he leaves it on, it does look really pretty on your skin. Taking a deep breath, he spreads your legs apart, watching your slick gleam on your skin and ooze onto the bed, “Show me,” flicking his head at you, your hand goes in between your legs, and spreads your lips apart. “Ooh, that’s a tight little hole. It’s going to look so pretty leaking of me.”
Andy undresses way too slow. Undoing every button one at a time, making you keep yourself spread out wide. “You’re already clenching,” he chuckles when he takes off his shirt to reveal a splatter of hidden tattoos. “Like what you see?”
“Yes,” you could hear the desperation in your own voice. You were ready to beg for him. Giving your nub a few flicks, but when he pulls down his pants and his cock jumps up at its freedom, your body wiggles around in anticipation. Rocking on the bed to emulate thrusts, “Andy! I need you to fuck me. Fuck me, please. Please!”
“Oh yeah, you need it,” spitting into his hand, he rubs it over your weeping cunt. It wasn’t that you needed extra lubrication, but the fact it was Andy’s saliva had you thrusting your hips forward as he leaves you. “You want my fingers to fuck you?”
“No! I want your cock! Andy, please!”
“Whiny little thing,” he moans, fisting his hand that was coated in your juices. “You want something sweet, or want me to just go hard?”
“Hard! Fuck me so hard I can’t walk.”
“You asked for it,” his grin spreads across his face, and he laughs as you yelp when he slams himself into you. Fingers going to his back, while he ruts into you. There was nothing sweet about this. It was needy, it was forceful. You haven't even got adjusted to his thick cock pounding into you. Weren’t prepared for his tip to be easing right at your cervix.
“How deep are you?” You look down at the two of you, and he had you so stretched out. Your walls are clinging to him as he turns you inside out. Such a tight fit your cunt didn’t want to let him go. He was just thick all over. “Fuck!” You scream as he rubs over the bulge in your stomach.
“Right there,” pulling out of you, he lays his length over your mound, and you bite at your lip. “You see how deep I get. And you took every fucking inch. Didn’t complain when I was balls deep in your greedy little cunt,” moving back, he stares at your pretty little gaping hole. “I think she misses me. I’m going to just fuck you as hard as possible. We’ll save the sweet stuff when we’re at home. You need a good hard fucking, and I’m going to give it to you. At home we can make love.”
He had a brutal pace. Taking out his frustrations, and possible lack of sex out on you and your tight little hole. Driving into you with such force you could see stars. You were yelping, sobbing out his name as he fucks into harshly. Watching your face as the stinging stretch turns into a longing need for him.
“You have taken every bit of me!” He screams as his balls slap on your skin. Your pussy was drowning in juices and you were making a mess of the bed. Leaking out on your mound, and you grip tight to his back. “Fuck, you were made for me! You are perfect for me. Gonna fill you up. Keep you filled up, and breed you like the little bitch in heat you are. You can’t even say no. You’re fucked dumb and too stupid to think. Don’t worry my sweet dumb baby, I’ll make all the decisions for you. Gonna get you out of this place, and home.”
You nod your head as tears drip from your eyes. You wanted it. Wanted all that Andy had to offer, at least that’s all you could think about now. The pleasure was too much. You could feel him in your throat as he rearranged your guts. His stamina was immaculate because he was still barreling into you like it was his job. Not stopping. Not fucking slowing down. Pounding thrusts into you, until your eyes roll back into your head, and you black out.
Peace.
Peace was the only thing you felt. Feeling like you were where you belonged. Sinking into a warm bed, only waking up when Andy shakes you, and hands you a tray of breakfast, “Sorry about last night. I got carried away,” he says with the biggest smile. Running his hand over your cheek. “You always have the best medicine.”
“I told you whatever you needed. Whenever you need it,” your eyes go wide and you turn towards your bedroom door. Smiling and tapping at your bed.
“Sugar,” Andy whimpers, pulling off your body. Whispering your name as he drains the rest of his release into your abused cunt. “You coming back, sweetheart,” your eyes flutter open as you gaze up at him. “That was fucking amazing. You there?” His sticky hand pets around your cheek, and he gives you a warm smile. “You know, I think you need a warm bath. Get you some water, because your body was releasing a lot. Come on,” picking you up bridal style, you sink into his warmth, moaning at how good and strong he felt.
“Will you stay with me?”
“Of course, I gotta take care of my lady. She gives me orgasms like that, and she passes out and still takes it, I gotta take care of her now. You just rest, sleep, I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” he whispers against your temple as your eyes close again. He had you, and you could relax.
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🌙Night Moves by 🌱whistlerganjala
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"I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered?
Started hummin' a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves?
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closin' in"
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Night Moves 2
Warnings: dark elements, noncon, stealing, crime, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.
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Part of The Club AU
Nick grips your wrist, squeezing until you whimper. You stare up at him, devoured in his glare, a glint of more than anger behind his bold eyes. You gulp and his gaze slips down to your throat. His jaw grits as he hums, the noise swallowed up in the music.
"You want something, you work for it," he leans in to growl in your ear.
"I'm sorry," you try to twist free, "I'll go--"
"You've gone this far, sweetie. Maybe you didn't get my wallet, but you tried," his other hand spreads across the back of your head as he presses his cheek to yours, his stubble poking you roughly, "you don't get to run away."
"Please," you murmur, heart thrumming behind your ribs, "I'm just... having a rough time. Rent's due--"
"Shut up," she snarls, nuzzling along your ear and teething the lobe.
You shiver, the sensation riling you. These sort of things are usually empty and detached but there's something about him. Something intoxicating. Maybe that's why you fucked this up.
"Show me a good time," he breaths against your jaw, "and I'll pay your fucking rent."
You tug at your arm again and he squeezes until your bones feel ready to snap. You relent and lean your head to the side as his lips tickle down your skin. It's not an unappealing offer, but you usually get more for barely a kiss.
"Let's go somewhere," you offer. "I'll take care of you, baby."
"I'm not fucking stupid. You got a can of mace in that purse," he sneers, "right here."
"Huh-- here?" You recoil, caught in his embrace as he hooks an arm around you.
"Mmm, don't play shy," his other hand brushes along your curves, lingering on the hem of your short skirt, "we both know you're not."
"I... let's go to the bathroom--"
"One more word and you can spend the night in a cell," he leans back to look you in the eye. You watch him pull back his jacket, the flash of a gold badge against the lining. Oh shit!
"Fuck," you utter as your eyes round.
"Don't try that on me. You look sweet but you're one wily bitch," he lets go of his jacket and clutches your hip, "so get in my lap and try to be a good girl.”
You almost scoff. He can't mean that. Right here, in the middle of the club.
He unsnakes his arm and clamps onto your elbow. He keeps you trapped as he pulls his other hand back. He undoes the buckle of his belt and lifts his hips slightly. You glance around, mortified as he pushes his zipper open. You giggle.
“Alright, buddy, you scared me good–”
“I'm not trying to scare you,” he smirks as he reaches down his pants, “I'm telling you what's going to happen if you don't sit on my dick right now.”
You flinch as your lips part. He looks at them and pokes his tongue out.
“If you'd rather use that pretty mouth–”
“Alright, shit,” you grab his bicep and squeeze, “if I do this… I can go.”
“Sure, babe,” he winks, “you don't get a man hard and leave him hanging.”
You inhale and let your chest fall as you blow out a thick breath. Your skin is alight in horror. The helplessness stings as you put a hand on the table and push yourself up. The guys bulging and ready to go– fucking big too.
You get a glimpse just as you lift your ass off the seat. He helps you angle between him and the table as you keep your chin up, eyes searching for others watching. You grasp the table's edge as he guides his tip along your thighs and bunches your skirt up in his other hand.
You ease down as he prods at your entrance. You bite down as slowly you stretch around him. You're usually a silicone kinda gal. Most men can't compare.
You spread your legs wider as he dips a hand around your front, feeling around and pushing your lips wide around his intrusion. You moan as you slip down, bottoming out as you throw your hand back to clutch his arm.
He drags his fingertips up to your clit, his other hand on your hip as he rocks you slowly. He presses against your back, burying his nose against your neck as he puffs. His groans float beneath the deafening blare of pop music.
Your lashes flutter and your eyes nearly roll back. He swirls around your clit as your legs tense and you arch your back. You can't help but follow his motion, tilting as you delight in the fullness.
“That's it, sweetheart, better than a couple bucks, huh?” He growls as he urges you on, fingertips curling into your hip. “Fuck, you're soaking wet…”
You bite the tip of your tongue and try not to let the pleasure break through. Bodies writhe and dance before you but none notice your lurid scene. The thought of what you're doing, right there, in front of everyone…
Your breath hitches as you grip the table tighter and rock against his hand, desperate for the friction of his dancing fingers. He leans back, letting you do the work. You snap your hips down, over and over, the heat radiating down your thighs and up your back.
He smacks your ass with his other hand and you yelp. Your thighs quake as he flicks your clit faster and you cum in a storm of spasms. Your lungs and throat burn as your shallow breaths gust out.
“Fuck, baby, you came fast,” he taunts as he kneads your ass, pinching before he slips his hand back to your hip, “slow, slow, baby.”
He makes you obey, setting a new pace. Long and torturous thrusts, tip to base, taking his time as he keeps his fingertips on your swollen clit.
You hang your head, forgetting your audience and yourself. You reach to cover his hand with your own as you orgasm again. You're weak as you fall apart in his lap.
Still, he keeps you moving slow. A tepid pace that has you wanting more. You try to speed up and he squeezes your hip. He reels you in, fisting your skirt as he sets the motion.
“I'm in no hurry, baby,” he coos as he pulls you to lean against him, your cunt open to the room, hidden just behind the table, “I want my money's worth.”
He stills you, raising himself slightly beneath you. He wraps an arm around you, thrusting from below as his voice rumbles out in low, sultry waves. Your head lolls back and you moan, the lights and music hypnotizing you to oblivion.
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Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy,
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy,
Workin' on mysteries without any clues.
Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band - Night Moves
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Night Moves (Arthur Penn, 1975)
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Night Moves, Arthur Penn
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Night Moves
Chapter 1
Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Alexandra Pierce)
Series Summary: When Walter Marshall is called to investigate a homicide by the railroad tracks, he quickly uncovers an unsettling pattern. Alexandra Pierce just wants someone to find out what happened to her friend. She has some secrets, too. And Walter’s going to uncover them.
Word Count: 1422
Series Warnings: In general, this series will depict assault, murder, stripping, hooking, rough sex, make up sex, fingering, oral (m and F receiving), p in v sex in various positions, self-loathing, failed relationships, smoking, drug use, drug addiction, general violence, and maybe some comfort. +18, Minors DNI
Chapter Warnings: Smoking, mention of stripping, mention of hooking, a dead body, grumpy Walter
Disclaimers: I do not own Walter Marshall, Night Hunter (Nomis), or any other characters from that movie, but I do own this OFC (Alexandra Pierce) and these words. Do not repost as your own. Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are more than welcome. It’s how I get my nourishment.
Header made by me, with pics found from Pexel.com and the internet. Dividers are not mine, but check out the masterlist for credit.
Playlist: I’ll be adding to this Night Moves playlist with each chapter. Songs 1- 3. I really hope you check it out, at least "Low" - Chet Faker. Whatever you think Walter's taste in music might be, these words hit home about him for me. Direct Spotify link here.
Masterlist
Don't look at me
I'm the bus stop boxer
Going down by the railroad tracks, where
People know that they better not relax
I'm the man, baby, I am the man
This is where I can make you understand
“Trixie, wait up!” Sasha called from the club entrance. She was just tucking her stilettos into her shoulder bag and trying to cross the parking lot as quickly and gracefully as she could in her regulation heels, thankful for the unseasonably warm spring evening.
That was just one of the amazingly ridiculous club rules designed to toss women off balance, literally and figuratively. Augie’s Cabaret couldn’t actually tell a dancer what to do outside of work, no matter how much they tried to entice women into extracurricular jobs. But the parking lot was leased to them just like the building. So performers showed up and left in the “outside uniform.” Tight fitting, preferably low cut crop tops and hip hugger minis with as much skin showing in between, above, and below as possible. And though dancing took place in much higher heels on the stage inside, two inches was the minimum height for the lot.
Sasha caught up just at the sidewalk where Trixie had stopped to light a cigarette. She offered the pack and Sasha snagged one gratefully. Everyone’s nerves were stretched tight and if a few smokes could shave off some of the edge, Sasha wasn’t going to feel bad about it.
Trixie smirked and waited while Sasha pulled her flats from her bag, replacing each heel one at a time before nodding they could head off.
“Did you hear about Angel?” Trixie asked.
“No. Oh shit!” Sasha exclaimed, turning to watch Trixie’s face. “She get roughed up, too?”
Trixie took a long drag and nodded, tapping the ash off her cigarette.
“Fuck, that’s like three we know of right? All around here?” Sasha asked.
“I’ve heard of a few over near Glenwood, but yeah. Angel, Sheri, and Magda - all here near Hennepin.”
“Dating?” Sasha asked, using the euphemism the women preferred.
Trixie inhaled and nodded slowly again. Sasha looked away before her face betrayed her concern, just in time to spy the large crack in the sidewalk. She stepped gingerly to be sure her foot didn’t get caught and mentally patted herself for insisting on changing shoes for the walk and bus ride home. If she hadn’t been trying to keep as much info about her personal life from the club owners as possible, she would have just driven. But the shared walks and rides gave her an opportunity to get to know her co-workers better and it kept the bouncers from knowing her license plate number.
“I do not know how the fuck you walk home in those heels,” Sasha said, tossing her butt to the ground and pulling her long windbreaker out of her bag. “Your feet have to be killing you. I saw they scheduled you for two extra stage dances tonight. You okay with that?”
“Girl, I asked for it. I am so far behind with them.” Trixie took another drag and exhaled the smoke slowly. “I still have last month’s rent to work off and the first is coming up again soon. I’m so fucked.”
“Do you know what you’re gonna do? Not…”
“I’ll do what I have to do,” Trixie interrupted.
Sasha knew what that meant and fought every urge she had to remind her how dangerous it was. How there was no security down by the tracks like there was at the club. How anyone buying there wasn’t exactly gonna be rolling in cash, so she couldn’t quote club prices. How even if the club takes a larger cut of that illegal income than they do stage and floor work, at least she wouldn’t be isolated and without security.
But Trixie had already warned her months ago when Sasha had started at the club: Be careful how you talk to the other performers. They aren’t children and they don’t need your judgment.
Trixie knew her from the clinic where Sasha had done some volunteer work and was shocked to see her at amateur night trying to hide behind a bombastic neon pink wig. Sasha recognized Trixie, too, and cornered her afterwards, begging her not to say anything to anyone about who she really was. She just wanted to see if she could actually get up on stage and put her old dance lessons to use before she asked for a job.
Trixie was wary, but liked her from the clinic and gave her the benefit. Sasha explained that she hoped to learn a little more about the circumstances that tended to lend themselves to starting a career in adult entertainment and what, if anything, women who found themselves here might need to either stay safe, both physically and emotionally, or get out altogether. Trixie agreed to help her navigate the waters. But she also made sure Sasha remembered to treat them like human beings. Not that Sasha would have ever intentionally done anything other than that, but when you don’t come from the life, there is always something to learn. Or rather unlearn.
Like the fact that they aren’t all strung-out coke-whores and very few of them actually have the daddy issues everyone thinks they do. Which Sasha was gradually learning as she made efforts to befriend and chat with all the women she met on her shifts.
And so, against all her better judgments, so many of which she’d willingly pushed aside these past few months, Sasha let Trixie go once they reached her bus stop.
“Be careful. Please. Do you have your cell? Your panic button?” Sasha asked, trying to mask her true concern while she donned the dark coat and covered up for the ride.
“Yes, mom,” Trixie stuck out her tongue. “Look, I get it. I know things have gotten a little scary out there, but I’m stuck, Sasha. I can't borrow anymore from the club and I need to get them paid back. This is my only option.”
Walter Marshall shifts into park and grabs the dark blue windbreaker from the passenger seat before stepping down from his Ford extended cab and heading towards the line of cops and yellow tape marking the scene. He swings the jacket around his shoulders with ease, slipping his arms through the sleeves and marking himself as someone who belongs behind the lines. A few uniformed officers step aside, one picking up the tape to let the Lieutenant pass under as he nods curtly in thanks.
It’s a grizzly mess. Or it would be if the responding units hadn’t already covered the body tossed carelessly a few yards back from the tracks.
Walter makes his way to his new partner, Mick Jonas, nodding towards him with the same grim reserve he showed the rookies. The CSI unit is still snapping photos of the surrounding area and scouring the ground for possible evidence as he squats low and lifts a corner of the police blanket. It takes all his nerve not to drop it again just as quickly.
“Jesus. Fuck.” It never fails to hit him hard.
“Yeah,” Detective Jonas agrees, fidgeting with the cigarette pack in his coat pocket and grateful he hadn’t lit up like he wanted to just as Marshall appeared. He didn’t need another dressing down about preserving the scene.
“Looks like someone went 12 rounds with her and she was on the ropes the whole time. This track with anything you’ve seen lately?” Walter asks.
“Not with bodies, no.”
“Something else then?” Walter questions, standing once again and leading Jonas back over the line.
“My girl, Lila. You know, she’s an ER nurse. Says there’s been a rash of girls coming in, beat up.”
“Girls?” Detective Marshall stiffens, curious about the ages and whether this is something Faye could get caught up in.
“Well, you know … I mean…,” Jonas stammers.
“Right, street workers then. You can just call them women, Mick.” He didn’t like to think about the fact that sometimes they really were girls.
“Okay, yeah. And, well, strippers, too. I mean, that’s what she said.”
“But no police reports filed?” Walter opens the driver’s door and nods toward the passenger side. “You need a lift back to the station?”
“Yeah, I do, thanks.” After climbing in and closing the door, he continues. “And no, yeah, police reports were filed. Want me to see if I can grab ‘em when we get back?”
“You do that.”
Chapter 2
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Night Moves Masterlist
Alone and wanting safety in your kind of work, you seek out Lloyd Hansen and Carter Baizen. Fierce men with deep pockets and high end clients. They also protect their girls above anything else. Should a man mess with you, they receive Lloyd’s sick sense of retaliation. But what happens when you fall?
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8
A/N: this is a harlot AU so like usual be prepared for some smut and a few misogynistic pigs. Read all warnings and like usual 18+ ONLY
*dividers created by @firefly-graphics
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