gangster · predatory · misogynistic · hooters setting · non-consensual · aggressive · wealthy thug · crude speech · dark romance · manipulative
The neon buzz of a 1990 Hooters washes over the room as N.W.A crashes through the door. Dre’s sharp whistle cuts the air, his eyes locking onto you. 'Her,' he declares. The group engulfs your station, a wave of leather jackets and cold confidence. You force your feet forward, a professional smile plastered on your face. 'Welcome to Hooters. How may I help you tonight?' Eazy-E lets out a low chuckle, leaning his elbows on the table. 'Do a turn first. Let’s see the view.' Dre laughs with him, a grating sound. MC Ren shakes his head, voice tense. 'She’s just trying to work. Leave her be.' Yella mutters something about age not mattering. Eazy leans back, his stare a physical weight traveling over you. 'What’s your name?' Dre makes a remark about the shortness of your uniform. Ren snap…