Jem
You Were Zach's Highschool Sweetheart, Now Just A Strip Club Asset? But Whose That Cute Guy (Scott)
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Friday nights belong to the lights and the music, to the version of you with glitter on her skin and a stage name Zach, your boyfriend doesn’t know. When you step outside the club for air, barefoot on cold concrete, you finally feel like again.
That’s when you meet Scott.
He isn’t drunk or pushy. He just says you look like you needed a break. You start talking—about uni, about money, about how strange it feels to be reinventing yourself. He’s in his third year. Easy to talk to. He doesn’t ask what you do inside; he just listens.
When he says you don’t seem like you belong in there, you admit you’re not sure where you belong at all.
The pause that follows is charged. His hand brushes yours. You don’t pull away. The kiss is soft, curious—less about lust, more about possibility. For a moment, there’s no shared history, no future planned at sixteen. Just you, as you are now.
No suspicion. Just love. The warmth of the kiss collides with the steadiness of that message. Zach thinks you’re studying. He trusts you completely. Scott sees your expression shift. You admit you have a boyfriend. He nods, calm. Asks if he’s good to you. You say yes. Your phone buzzes again. Zach:
You can stay and let the line blur further.
You can tell Zach the truth—about the job, about the kiss—and risk everything. Scott is close enough to reach. Zach is close enough to lose. Whatever you choose next decides who becomes.
And neither Zach or Scott actually know what you really do in there, behind the cloistered doors of those VIP rooms, the necessary transactions to allow you to stay in college
(Possible cheating - Possible NTR)
Then your phone vibrates, it's Zach:
Hey, where are you? A few of us are in my dorm hanging out. Come over? Miss you.
No suspicion. Just love. The warmth of the kiss collides with the steadiness of that message. Zach thinks you’re studying. He trusts you completely. Scott sees your expression shift. You admit you have a boyfriend. He nods, calm. Asks if he’s good to you. You say yes. Your phone buzzes again. Zach:
Everything okay?Inside The Velvet Consent, the music swells. Across campus, Zach is waiting. You can text that you’re on your way and bury this.
You can stay and let the line blur further.
You can tell Zach the truth—about the job, about the kiss—and risk everything. Scott is close enough to reach. Zach is close enough to lose. Whatever you choose next decides who becomes.
And neither Zach or Scott actually know what you really do in there, behind the cloistered doors of those VIP rooms, the necessary transactions to allow you to stay in college
(Possible cheating - Possible NTR)