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It was 10:04 pm.
You were running late.
You were literally running. Running down the elite and prestigious street that was St. Clare, trying to get to your job as fast as possible. It was dark outside, the sidewalk only illuminated by the street lights. You rounded a corner, the duffle bag slung over your arm jostled around beside you. As your eyes met the familiar towering buildings of U.A. you spotted the long line of night-goers, waiting to get into the nightclub. Expensive sport cars were lining the street outside the club and more flooded in as gorgeously wealthy people stepped out of them. The line was full of club/business owners, young entrepreneurs, rich college kids, and the occasional celebrity, Anyone that was anyone went to U.A. on their weekend nights. The club explicit and classy all at the same time.
You walked ahead of the line, burgundy velvet rope separating those in line with the road. Sato stood on the outside of the line, watching over the groups of people for any suspicious activity. He spotted you appearing and turned your way.
“Running a little late there, eh? The club is already almost at max capacity.” He stated, scratching the back of his neck.
Some people in line complained upon hearing this and started to get out their fat wallets, thinking they could pay their way to get in even more than they already have. You only glance at Sato as you speedily passed.
Shoji stood at the front of the line, letting people in and checking IDs. He was the best bouncer in the business, next to Sato. You passed him with barely a side glance, as you were mainly just focused on getting inside and changed into your uniform before the manger, Iida, found out you were late.
You quickly skipped down the large limestone steps to the club’s entrance. Music filled your ears as you neared the tinted glass doors and swung them open. The club was filled with people.
There was a large stage off to the left of the club that had strippers and dancers performing for those on the dance floor below. Stripper poles stuck up from either side of the stage and each had a dancer swinging around the to beat of the music. The stage took up the entire left wall, seeming to stretch out for miles along with the dance floor, that took up majority of the club’s space. The ends and middle of the stage jetted out into the dance floor, so the performers could be closer to the customers. The dance floor was packed with people dancing and grinding and drinking. The DJ table was heavily bolted into the wall high above everyone’s head. It also took up the entirety of the wall as it had numerous tables covered in buttons and lights and records and wires. All professionally put together to give the people the best sounding music money could buy. The DJ was level with the second floor, which wrapped itself around the remaining walls of the club. There was a large grand limestone staircase on the right side of the club, red carpet stuck to the stairs and white railings ran up each side. The railings continued around the perimeter of the second floor. Most customers went up to the second floor to relax from the dance floor. A deep violet cushioned booth ran along the walls of the second floor. A few standing tables stood around the railings, so you could watch those on the first floor if you wished. The second floor also had private rooms which could be booked by customers. These were often used for private stripper shows or just a place to chill.
You walked between groups of people, trying to get to the end of the club, where the employee rooms were located. You passed by the bar, which was the second most popular spot to the dance floor and stage. The bar was shaped like a long, narrow oval. It was completely made out of white limestone with black leather bar stools bolted into the ground around it. It was so large that it would take you five whole minutes to walk from one end to the other. Often, more than one bartender had to be working in order to fill all the orders and reach all the customers. The ceiling above the bar was white and had accent pieces adorning the corners, making it look like a classy place to buy a drink. The ceiling in the rest of the club stood meters above everyone’s head and was painted to replicate a starry night sky. The stars illuminated in the club’s various multi-coloured lights. It was your favorite part of the building.
As you passed by the bar, Momo, one of the bar tenders, caught a glimpse of you.
“Hey [Y/n]!! Hurry up and get changed! It’s crazy in here and we could really use your help!” She yelled over the loud club music.
You nodded your head and continued to make your way between people towards the employee rooms.You worked as a waitress here. Carrying around booze and glasses to give out and serve to the customers. You pass by the right side of the club, which had scattered sitting and standing tables everywhere. People conversed around these tables and covered them with drinks. The walls were lined with burgundy and black round booths with deep violet curtains.
The place smelled like money. Everything and everyone was dripping in it. It smelled of various expensive colognes and roses.
Izuku, one of your fellow waiters, speed walked over to you. His tall muscular figure stood beside yours in his uniform. He wore a tight black fishnet T-shirt, which made his muscles bugle out of, along with tight black shorts, red sneakers and a white choker and wrist bands. His dark green curly locks fell messily in front of his freckled face. He had on a black leather fanny pack that hung around his hips, in front of his crotch. His tight shorts wrapping themselves perfectly around his muscular butt, and exposed his muscular thighs. The pack was full of disposable shot glasses and he had a large bottle of vodka in his fist.
“[Y/n]!” He yelled. You mentally slapped your forehead. You were trying to go unnoticed at arriving late and here your co-workers are, pointing you out.
“SHHH!” You shushed, although, it was ironic since he could barely hear you over the club’s music.
“What are you doing?! Are you okay? You’re never late? Did something happen?” He asked, worried.
“Yes, I’m fine! It doesn’t matter why I was late. I just need to get changed and start working before Iida notices!” You explained. Izuku nodded his head in understanding and quickly glanced around the club to see if he could spot their speckled manager. Once the coast was clear, he looked back at you and nodded.
You smiled and quickly speed walked toward the employee rooms. Bursting open the door and flinging your duffle bag onto a locker. The club music was muffled in the room. You took out your uniform and began undressing, not caring if someone else was in the room. You put on the black body suit. It had a low cut V neckline that went down to just below your boobs and a deep dipping back. The straps over your shoulders only a digit wide. The sides of your breasts peaked out as the fabric barely ever covered your entire boobs. You pulled up the short black pleated skirt that fitted around your waist. It was ridiculously small and barley covered your cheeks when you stood straight up. You then put on white, fishnet leggings and strapped on your black heels. They were simple heals that covered your toes and had a strap around your ankle. You put on your white choker and white wrist bands, identical to the ones Izuku was wearing. Finally you strapped on the black leather fanny pack, which was filled with shot glasses. It hung around your hips and you adjusted it so the pack hung on the side of your body instead of the front. Your (h/c) hair flowed down your body and you quickly fixed your make up.
Satisfied with your look, you ran back out the door and into the club. The loud party music infiltrating your ears once again.
‘Okay, play it cool, [Y/n]. You’ve been here the whole time.’ You told yourself, trying to calm down your racing heartbeat. You peered cautiously around the floor. Looking over all the bodies standing around tables chatting and singing along to the music. All the men in expensive clothes and women in the tiniest of outfits. Probably costing you an arm and a leg. You looked into the booths along the wall, some of the curtains already closed. You saw no sign of Iida and thanked the lords a thousand times. He’d lecture you to no end if he discovered your unusual lateness.
You walked up to the bar and placed yourself between two men. You bent over the thick counter, exposing your ass under your skirt to everyone behind you, as you reached to grab a large bottle of tequila.
Since it was still early in the night, men and women were somewhat crowded around the bar, trying to get as many drinks in them as they could. Momo and the other bar tenders worked effortlessly as they expertly made drink after drink. The female bar tenders were wearing low cut white tank tops and short black pencil skirts while the male bar tenders wore white button up shirts and black slacks.
The owner of the nightclub was very particular about the uniforms everyone wore. He often put on themed nights at the club, which happened to always be the busiest and most desired nights. Those nights were the most expensive ones to attend, as the fantasies and desires of many customers come to life under the club’s roof. Those nights were breath taking to even be apart of. The whole club would be decorated and designed to the T of the theme. All employees dressed and acted accordingly.
However, tonight was a regular U.A. club night. At the bar, you looked over at the stage across the room. Mina and Toru were dancing seductively to Often by The Weeknd, while other dancers swung themselves around the stripper poles. Mina and Toru were the best dancers Japan had to offer. They both genuinely enjoyed being in the spotlight and dancing to music all night on stage. Most nights, each girl had two or three solo performances/strips. These were wildly popular with the customers and often brought the dancers some big bucks. Customers on the dance floor were prohibited from touching them, unless they were sticking money inside their lingerie. It seemed like a sweet gig, and when you first starting working here, you considered being a dancer instead of a waitress. But that changed once you realized just how explicit the dances and strips had to be. And, although club goers couldn’t touch them while they were on stage, they could book the girls for “private dances” in the rooms on the second floor. Both scared you, so you settled with being a waitress, which you were perfectly happy with.
You decided to start your night on the right side of the room, considering there were lots of people sitting and standing around, not yet drunk enough to go out to the dance floor. As more people walked into the club you circled around a table with three men standing around it. They turned their attention to you, moving their eyes up and down your curvy toned body. You smirked as you approached, knowing just how easy it was going to be to play into their hands. Your reputation as a waitress at the night club was the “innocent little flirt”. Regulars knew you by your name and knew this reputation
well. You weren’t really an innocent little girl, but you knew customers ate that act up and always tipped you very well for it.
“Hey boys,” You greeted the three men with a sweet smile. You put your arms on their standing table and pushed your chest up against the surface, exposing more of your cleavage to them. You bent forward, your ass subtly exposed to those behind you, who thoroughly enjoyed the view.
The three men licked their lips at your appearance. They looked to be in their late 30s, too old for you.
“Can I get you sweet men some tequila?” You asked in a soft voice, winking at them.
“Hell yeah you can little darling.” One of them said, the other two nodding in agreement as their eyes never left your chest.
You smiled and stood up straighter, grabbing three shot glasses from your pack on your hip. You placed the glasses on the table in a row, and as you began to fill them up, one of the men spoke up over the music.
“Why don’t you have a shot with us?” He suggested smiling. He had beautiful straight white teeth. “We’d love to drink with a sweet angel such as yourself, sweetie.”
If there was one thing you disliked about being a waitress it would be the rule of never saying ‘no’ when a customers offers you a drink. Obviously, for safety reasons, it had to be a drink that you were pouring. But still, this rule often got you and your co-workers pretty hammered.
You giggled “Sure! It’s not everyday I get to take a shot with a bunch of handsome men like yourselves!” You said taking out another glass from your pack.
Once you filled all the glasses, the four of you clanked your glasses together and quickly downed the liquid. The fiery taste of tequila encasing your taste buds and shooting down your throat. You waited for the men to put down their shot glasses first, even if you finished the expensive drink before them. You then eagerly grabbed a lemon slice from the container in the middle of the table and put it in your mouth. The men all did the same, watching as you sucked on the lemon slice and then slowly pull it out from between your lips. You had them under your spell. Mentally you smirked, physically you gave them an innocent smile as you threw the slice away.
You let out a giggle. “Tequila sure tastes good, doesn’t it?”
You remained at the table with those three men for several more minutes, chatting away. Aside from their obvious perverted nature, they seemed like alright fellows. You laughed at all their jokes and asked them all about themselves. People loved to talk about themselves. After several minutes, you told them you had to be making your way around to other tables. They nodded and each handed you some cash as a tip. You gratefully took it and flirtatiously waved goodbye as you walked away. Shoving the cash into a pocket in your fanny pack, you made your way to more tables to repeat the process.
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As the night continued and more shots were taken, it was rounding midnight. The peak of the nightclub’s night. Everyone there was blissfully drunk. Customers crowded around the dark dance floor. Dancing and grinding and drinking under the flashing multi-coloured lights to the beat of the music. Jiro was sweating behind the DJ booth, remixing songs on the spot. Customers were scattered around the tables, sitting in chairs making out, standing around and taking shots with the other waitresses, Ochaco and Tsuyu.
You placed your now empty tequila bottle back behind the bar counter for the tenders to get rid of. As you searched through all the different kinds of alcoholic bottles, Izuku came up beside you. He released a sigh as he leaned his body against the cool limestone bar. You looked over at him. His face was flushed, from the alcohol, and he had red lipstick spots all over his face. His dark green curls were in even more disarray than before.
“I never… thought I would… escape… those ….ladies…” He said to you through panted breaths. He gestured his head back to a round booth on the far wall of the club. Several female bodies sat around in a booth, empty shot glasses and bottles littering their table’s surface.
You looked back to Izuku, grabbing a napkin. Placing one hand softly on his cheek, you turned his head towards you as you began wiping the lipstick marks off his face.
Scratch what you said before, if there were TWO things you disliked about working as a waitress, it’s that customers could touch you all they wanted. Although most men kept it classy and none of you had anything too crazy happen to you, you still would never get used to the occasional ass grab. Most of the touching consisted of innocent flirtatious gestures like a shoulder touch or waist grab, etc. You were never fond of any close proximity, especially with drunk customers, so you always did your best to move out of the way or keep a reasonable distance that wasn’t too standoff-ish.
“Thanks, [Y/n],” Izuku said as he looked into your shining (e/c) eyes. “I had to get Tokoyami to come save me from their booth… so embarrassing.”
Tokoyami was the one and, unfortunately, only security guard U.A. currently had inside the club. Majority of the interior security guards had left the club a month ago to pursue other passions or take on higher paying security jobs. The guards kept everything safe and civil under the roof. Customers being hands on with the waiters/waitresses and dancers used to be subtle and classy. Now, with only one guard, they were starting to get a little riskier, since they knew they could get away with it.
“I know,” you responded “I’ll handle those women for the rest of the night, okay?”
Izuku nodded, his flushed cheeks reddening even more from your soft touches and kind gesture. Your cheeks were pretty flushed too, and you’d be a fool to lie and say you weren’t buzzed from all the tequila shots.
Momo appeared on the other side of the bar, in front of you two.
“Customers seem to be pretty wild tonight, huh?” She asked as she wiped the inside of a glass.
You both nodded. You finished cleaning Izuku’s face and threw away the napkin.
“You both look pretty drunk, maybe you should slow it down…” She added looking at your red cheeks.
You waved your hand in front of your face and shook your head ‘no’. “I’ve gotten so many tips tonight, I can’t stop now!” You responded. Momo gave you a once look over, knowing she couldn’t change your stubborn mind.
“Well, I think I will take it easy for the rest of the night.” Izuku said holding a hand up to his forehead. “This vodka is going to hit me real hard soon, I can feel it.”
You and momo laughed at the boy as he drunkenly smiled.
A hand suddenly placed itself on your shoulder and you sharply looked back in surprise to see Ochaco and Tsuyu. Both girls wearing the same outfit as you, but each holding a different bottle of booze. You smiled at them.
“Oh my gosh, did you guys hear who’s coming tonight?! I don’t know if they’re already here or not but …!!” Ochaco excitedly yelled over the music, she smelled like fireball and was definitely smashed.”Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I can’t believe it!” She screamed, slurring her words a little at the end.
“They’re going to ..SHOW UP! HERE! I can’t believe it!”
“Who are you talking about, Ochaco?” You asked trying to get the drunk brunette to spit the information out.
“AHHH~ Only the six most attractive and intelligent university students in all of Japan! You know how the owner of this club also owns, like, the most prestigious business school in all of the world?! That only the most attractive, smart, charismatic, and elite students get into?!” She explained dreamily, as if she were imagining the six men standing in front of her. You on the other hand stared at her with a blank expression. You didn’t know the owner also owned a damn university?! “I’m sure you know them!! They model for the school’s magazines to promote it and have been named Japan’s best! They’re all so dreamy beyond comprehension.” Ochaco finally said, holding her hand over her heart.
“…uuuhhh…. cool!” You said, trying to be as excited as she was. Ochaco pouted her lips at you.
“[Y/n], you’ve never heard of the elite six?” Tsuyu asked.
You shrugged your shoulders and grabbed a large bottle of rum, resting it against the side of your hip as you held onto it’s neck. “Nope. I don’t really pay attention to the whole ‘world of business’.” You simple said, earning a shocked expression from Ochaco.
“W-well, in that case, I call dibs on serving them!” She yelled, waving her fist in the air in determination. Momo, Izuku, Tsuyu and you all laughed at her drunken state. It wasn’t uncommon for her to get drunk. You were all light weights, but she was the biggest one.
“Well, try and keep your damn stockings on while you do it. Don’t need to have to clean up after you tonight.” You joked. Ochaco’s face turned bright red at your statement while everyone burst out in laughter. Izuku’s face also turned red and he covered his mouth with his hand as he laughed.
“I…I-I… I would never!! I’m a classy woman!” She protested.
You all began to laugh again. Your head feeling light and airy from the alcohol. You decided it was time to get back to work after several minutes of giggling passed.
“I’m going to head into the dance floor, start serving up as many people as I can!” You yelled as you slowly walked away from your corner of the bar.
“Me too!” Tsuyu said as she eagerly followed you. Ochaco stumbled over her feet before also heading in your direction toward to the massive dancing crowd.
As you neared the floor, Jiro changed the song to Caribou Lou. You suddenly felt a burst of energy as the song began to play. Your body tingling and your head feeling light. You swayed your hips to the rhythm as you entered the crowd.
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Meanwhile, outside the club, two black sports cars pulled up beside the sidewalk’s curb. Shoji and Sato eyed the cars as they watched the doors lift open over the cars’ roofs. Four tall, muscular men crawled out of one, while two stepped out of the other. They all wore similar, fitting buttoned up shirts, each with their own colour. Their muscular and toned bodies could be vaguely seen through their shirts.They wore sunglasses and confidently looked at the bouncers with poker faces, standing tall and broad over both Shoji and Sato.
“So fellas, you got room for six more?”