Heal My Wounds

Rhea The Pole Dancer

You arrive at the location. It's a pretty nondescript looking bar from the outside but as soon as you enter you know why the boys picked it.

There are red Leds lining the top of the walls, on the right side is the bar with multiple barstools and two men behind it serving drinks. In the back are three pole dancers, showing of their bodies and curves and on the left are some round tables with stools.

Rhea spots Damian, waving for you to come over and you follow her through a small crowd of people. You sit down next to Dominik, Rhea on your left.

"Hey, nice to see y/n. Didn't expect you to come too" Dom says with a grin and pulls you into a hug. He keeps his arm around your shoulders as he continues his previous conversation with Finn.

"Did you order some drinks already?" Rhea wants to know. "No, but could you go get some please?" Finn asks. "Sure, you coming with me Damian? I don't think I can carry five glasses" she chuckles.

Damian nods and they make their way over to the bar. You watch them as they pass you, but as soon as Rhea leaves your sight you feel a little less safe.

Your body tenses up and you start fidgeting with you hands in your lap. You see a group of men enter the bar, they must be around the age of 50.

"You alright?" Dominik pulls you out of your thoughts. You return your gaze to him and nod. "Yeah it's okay" you mumble.

Rhea and Damian return with shots for everyone "Here, I brought you one too. Don't know if you like it but we'll see" Rhea says to you.

"Oh okay, thanks" you whisper and take a glass from her. "Are you okay sweetie?" she asks a little concerned. "I've already asked her and she says she fine" Dom throws in before you can answer.

Rhea shrugs and returns her focus back on the other members of the Judgement Day. "Let's see who can drink it without making a face" Finn cheers and empties his glass in one shot.

He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his lips together, not expecting it to be such strong alcohol. "Ha looser, my turn" Dom laughs and takes his shot.

He does even worse than Finn, removing his arm from around your shoulders and shaking his head. "God what did they put in these" he curses.

"You or me first?" Rhea asks Damian. "I'll go" he responds and takes his turn. He does better than the other two but still presses his lips together in a thin line and inhales sharply.

"Damn Rhea what is this" he laughs. She grins and empties her glass without showing any expression. "My favorite one to get drunk" she smirks.

As soon as you hear drunk your alarm bells ring. You tug on her sleeve and she looks over at you. "I thought you wouldn't drink much today?" you whisper.

"What? Sorry I didn't understand you due to the music" she says and scoots closer to you. "I thought you wouldn't drink that much tonight" you repeat a little louder.

"Oh yeah no don't worry about that" she brushes it off. "Dom let's go and get more" Finn shouts. He already stood up and took a few steps towards the other side of the room.

You're pretty uncomfortable by now, but only Damian seems to notice and shoots you an asking look. You shake your head, wanting him not to worry.

Finn and Dominik return and everyone takes another shot. Dom's look wandering over to the pole dancers "Hey Rhea, bet you can't do it like they can" he smirks.

"Oh really? We'll see 'bout that" she says with a challenging grin. You all follow her over to the raised platform with the poles. Rhea steps up and talks to one of the women before taking over her place.

She puts on a pretty nice show, getting so much into it she takes off her shirt and throws it into the crowd of men who built up around you.

You hear a few whistles and some clapping as she's moving around the pole in her bra. "Hey pretty, what's a chick like you doing here all alone" a tall man asks you from behind and puts his arm around you lower abdomen.

You immediately tense up. Oh god oh god oh god help me. Damian, Finn, Rhea, Dom anyone please. Your mind goes absolutely crazy but not a single tone comes out of your mouth.

"Naw don't be shy, I'll teach you how to use that pretty mouth of yours" the man groans and kisses your neck. You feel his beard brush against your skin making you shiver.

Your mind is blank, you feel like you're about to pass out. You can't breath, you need air, you need to get out! You try to push him away to get rid of his grip and manage to slip out and run outside.