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moit_ficsTitle: Behind the Bar, Under the Bra
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moit
Pairing: implied Casey/creepy!Dom
Fandom: Faculty/RPF
Rating: R
Genre: Action/Adventure
Warnings: stalking, dub-con, UST
Summary: Following the alien attacks, Casey goes in to witness protection.
Word Count: 592
Challenge:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mmom #7
Author's Note: Dom's character in this fic is taken from this video.
The media storm, and subsequent Federal investigation following the alien invasion changed Casey’s life forever. At first, he thought everything would eventually die down. But when he started to get death threats, he knew his life in Herrington was over. He was placed in protective custody—without his parents, without Zeke.
Casey Connor just disappeared one day.
When he resurfaced, her name was Lacey Cooper, and she worked as a waitress at Hooters. At first, Casey had balked at the disguise. But when the Agent assigned to his case argued that it would be the last place anyone would look for him, Casey agreed, albeit reluctantly.
They grew his hair and bleached it. Casey hated to admit how easily he passed for a woman. One push-up bra, and a pair of orange shorts later, and Casey looked like every other Hooters girl.
As it turned out, he made a fairly good waitress. And nobody in the restaurant, not the girls, or the cooks, or the customers thought Lacey was anything other than a woman. With her bottle-blonde hair and wide blue eyes, she was quite a favorite among the regulars. The other girls taught her how to do things like stuff her bra with tissues to make better tips. Lacey also learned to smile at everyone and bend over whenever possible. Despite her lack of cleavage, she certainly didn’t need any help filling out her shorts.
When she started her shift, Lacey’s first table of the day was a man she had seen a few times. The girls who waited on him said he was a sleaze. Management was instructed to watch him, but so far, he hadn’t done anything to warrant barring.
With no other option, Lacey put on her best smile and approached his table. “Hi, welcome to Hooters. I’m Lacey, and I’ll be your server this afternoon. Can I start you off with a drink?”
The man lowered his sunglasses, eyes raking obviously over Lacey’s body. “You sure can start me off, love,” he said. “I’m Dom.” His accent sounded British. Normally, Lacey liked foreign men, but the mustache and the seventies-style dress were a real put-off.
“What would you like to drink, Sir?” Lacey asked, adding a giggle to her question.
Dom finally ordered a beer and Lacey escaped to the relative safety of the bar.
“Well?” the other girls asked.
Lacey shrugged. “He’s not horrible. He’s just . . . creepy.”
“Good luck.”
But as Lacey’s shift wore on, the guy got progressively worse.
“Lacey . . .” he said the name slowly, making the two syllables sound like three. “Let me get your number.”
“Sorry, darling. But how about I get you another beer, instead?”
But as Lacey tried to walk past him, Dom grabbed her ass. “How about I give you mine?”
*
When Casey got home that night, he threw his uniform at the feet of the Agent who was staying with him.
“Get me a new fucking identity. I’m not going back here.”
The Agent shook his head. It had been worth a try.
*
Dom parked his van and let himself into the trailer. Despite getting barred from Hooters, he’d gotten some good photographs of Lacey. He downloaded them onto his computer and put them in the folder with the shots of the other girls.
Lacey had by far been his favourite, he thought, as he took ahold of his uncut cock.
It sucked cleaning cum stains off the monitor, but it was worth it to see his seed on Lacey’s face.
Author:
moitPairing: implied Casey/creepy!Dom
Fandom: Faculty/RPF
Rating: R
Genre: Action/Adventure
Warnings: stalking, dub-con, UST
Summary: Following the alien attacks, Casey goes in to witness protection.
Word Count: 592
Challenge:
mmom #7Author's Note: Dom's character in this fic is taken from this video.
The media storm, and subsequent Federal investigation following the alien invasion changed Casey’s life forever. At first, he thought everything would eventually die down. But when he started to get death threats, he knew his life in Herrington was over. He was placed in protective custody—without his parents, without Zeke.
Casey Connor just disappeared one day.
When he resurfaced, her name was Lacey Cooper, and she worked as a waitress at Hooters. At first, Casey had balked at the disguise. But when the Agent assigned to his case argued that it would be the last place anyone would look for him, Casey agreed, albeit reluctantly.
They grew his hair and bleached it. Casey hated to admit how easily he passed for a woman. One push-up bra, and a pair of orange shorts later, and Casey looked like every other Hooters girl.
As it turned out, he made a fairly good waitress. And nobody in the restaurant, not the girls, or the cooks, or the customers thought Lacey was anything other than a woman. With her bottle-blonde hair and wide blue eyes, she was quite a favorite among the regulars. The other girls taught her how to do things like stuff her bra with tissues to make better tips. Lacey also learned to smile at everyone and bend over whenever possible. Despite her lack of cleavage, she certainly didn’t need any help filling out her shorts.
When she started her shift, Lacey’s first table of the day was a man she had seen a few times. The girls who waited on him said he was a sleaze. Management was instructed to watch him, but so far, he hadn’t done anything to warrant barring.
With no other option, Lacey put on her best smile and approached his table. “Hi, welcome to Hooters. I’m Lacey, and I’ll be your server this afternoon. Can I start you off with a drink?”
The man lowered his sunglasses, eyes raking obviously over Lacey’s body. “You sure can start me off, love,” he said. “I’m Dom.” His accent sounded British. Normally, Lacey liked foreign men, but the mustache and the seventies-style dress were a real put-off.
“What would you like to drink, Sir?” Lacey asked, adding a giggle to her question.
Dom finally ordered a beer and Lacey escaped to the relative safety of the bar.
“Well?” the other girls asked.
Lacey shrugged. “He’s not horrible. He’s just . . . creepy.”
“Good luck.”
But as Lacey’s shift wore on, the guy got progressively worse.
“Lacey . . .” he said the name slowly, making the two syllables sound like three. “Let me get your number.”
“Sorry, darling. But how about I get you another beer, instead?”
But as Lacey tried to walk past him, Dom grabbed her ass. “How about I give you mine?”
*
When Casey got home that night, he threw his uniform at the feet of the Agent who was staying with him.
“Get me a new fucking identity. I’m not going back here.”
The Agent shook his head. It had been worth a try.
*
Dom parked his van and let himself into the trailer. Despite getting barred from Hooters, he’d gotten some good photographs of Lacey. He downloaded them onto his computer and put them in the folder with the shots of the other girls.
Lacey had by far been his favourite, he thought, as he took ahold of his uncut cock.
It sucked cleaning cum stains off the monitor, but it was worth it to see his seed on Lacey’s face.
