u/Arch3r1

(While this roleplay is primarily intended for a female player, I’m also willing to hear out those who wish to play male characters. If you’d like to GM this roleplay and have me the player, then I’m also open to that possibility.)

You were beyond excited with a bright, wide smile across your face. Standing in front of the mirror, you felt gorgeous and confident. Putting on the right amount of makeup and styling your hair would be worth all that time. Your dress was perfect—a long, yellow dress with big white flowers on the lower half. The dress showed off just a hint of cleavage, enough to look sexy while still being modest. Your open-toed shoes were perfect for the hot summer day, and last but not least, a light brown sun hat to protect your skin from the sun.

This was a special occasion you wouldn’t dare not look your best for. Your boyfriend, Kyler, finally took the initiative to plan a lovely date for the two of you: dinner, drinks, and a play. For the past two years, Kyler has been loving and cute, while also at times being the biggest asshat who gets off to the sound of his own voice. The kind of prick that made you oh so close to breaking his jewels, yet sometimes the kind of man that makes you feel cherished. He makes you want to rip your hair out, yet he does enough to keep you around.

You take your relationships seriously, looking to make them work out through thick and thin. You saw a loving, confident, sexy man who might just become a professional baseball player. His determination to be great was hot, and you wanted to make things work.

If only you saw how red the red flags were, you could have saved yourself from wasting your time on him.

"Five-thirty. He should be here any moment."

You say to yourself as you look in the mirror one last time.

Your phone buzzes with a message from Kyler.

"Hey babe sorry but I’m canceling tonight. Christopher made a surprise visit and I’m like NEVER gonna see him again."

You couldn’t believe it. You thought he turned over a new leaf. You thought things were getting better. And now this? You’ve been angry at him countless times for doing shit like this, yet you’ve stuck with him. Stuck by through the hard times. You now realize that nothing you do can help him.

"You’re kidding? What the fuck are you doing?"

Surprisingly, he texts back right away.

"What? What’s your problem???."

"What’s my problem, he says."

You say to yourself, laughing at his stupidity.

"My problem? My problem is that you’re fucking stupid, Kyler. After everything I tell you I want, and then you just toss me up to the side like I don’t matter? Last-minute cancel over some friend?! Fuck you. After all the shit I’m put through, you don’t listen."

"Dude, it’s just one fucking date. We can reschedule, but I can’t see Chris again. And he’s got tickets to this midget wrestling match that we gotta see. Are you on your period or something? Text me back when you’ve calmed down."

His lack of emotional intelligence is asinine. Actually, no, it’s not. He’s always been like this. It’s just now you’re finally realizing it. You know better than to keep talking to him. You’re filled with rage and regret for even giving him a chance. But now, you’re finally done with him.

Blocked

You need to cool off and forget him. You need to find a way to relax, but you can’t stop yourself from feeling this rage. You feel like you’re about to cry. You want to forget everything, forget him. You look at your phone and pull up a specific contact. You stare at your phone, contemplating the decision you’re about to make. Regardless of how you feel, you know that this person can make you forget everything for hours.

………………..

"Oh, my fucking goddd!!! Fuck meeee! OH MY—

Suddenly, your head is forced down into the pillow, muffling your voice.

"Gosh, keep your fucking voice down. Can’t get evicted again."

She laughs as she relentlessly fucks you with her thick strap-on.

The ripped Black lady pounding you into her mattress goes by “X.” She’s your dealer who loves to fuck and despises men. She’s a crazy asshole, but unlike Kyler, she knows how to fuck if you need it rough.

And rough was exactly what you needed tonight.

"You love this, don’t you, you little slut? Getting stretched out by my big black cock?"

She spanks you hard, causing you to yelp out loudly. Yanking you by your hair, she lifts your head to hers.

"Beg me to keep going, slut, or I’m throwing you out naked. And God knows there are plenty of men who’d love to take advantage of a college bimbo like you."

Her threats were incredibly scary, and incredibly disrespectful but god, did they turn you on. She didn’t give a fuck about you. She’s thrown insult after insult at you, yet she made you forget completely about Kyler and gives you great pleasure at that. Not to mention she had the best weed. You couldn’t feel any shame at all. All you could think about was cumming.

"Please, Mistress! Please keep fucking my tight little cunt! Turn me into your sex slave who can’t live without your big cock! Make me squirt my fucking brains out!"

"Good girl."

X chuckles and then lifts you from under your knees, folding you in half as she presses your back against her chest. She thrusts into your sex like a wild animal, making your breasts bounce rapidly. You see yourself in the mirror. The once sweet and innocent young lady who got herself all dolled up for a date was not helplessly moaning on a thick fake cock. You were forced to cum again and again, watching yourself squirt. Your eyes rolled back, your tongue hanging out, your legs shaking. You only lasted so long before you passed out, but that didn’t stop X from using you still.

………….

You wake to the sound of two men yelling at each other on the street. Fairly common in the city that never sleeps. At least in the area X lives in. Immediately, feelings of shame and guilt run through you. Did you just give yourself to X of all people? That bitch? You fucking slut. Where’s your dignity?! Utterly dominated, used, and abused, turned into a mindless fuckdoll with nothing but cock on her mind. It felt wonderful. Yet there was no love, no care, no respect. You felt dirty and disgraceful, regretting the decision to give your body to someone you hate just for a few hours of pleasure. It wasn’t worth it. Dumb impulsive decisions

Maybe if Kyler was a good person, maybe if he didn’t have a pathetic little pecker, if he knew how to fuck, I wouldn’t be in this position!

You wanted to give X a piece of your mind. You were angry but didn’t have the energy to express it. You felt weak, tired, and incredibly sore. Your body was red and your butt was bruised. Besides, it’s better not to provoke her. Getting on her bad side is asking for trouble with the connections she has.

All you want to do is sleep and rest. You want to feel safe and cozy, at peace. But you know that won’t happen with X around. Stay here too long and she’ll start fucking you again. Luckily for you, she was gone for the moment. Leaving an acquaintance in your home alone is not the smartest move, yet X did it anyway.

You get up and get dressed as quickly as you can. You need a shower, but that will have to wait. You limp out the front feeling disgusted.

…………

You didn’t like feeling weak on the subway, especially since you’re a woman. Though no problems occurred today as things normally go for you. After half an hour of travel, you finally reach your place of work. While you did want to be home, you had the support you needed at The Lost Treasure Bar.

……………

"Ohhh, that hits the spot, Sam. Your hands are magic. Thank you so much."

"You’re very welcome."

You’re lying face down on the couch upstairs getting a much-needed massage from your fellow bartender Sam.

Sam is a sweet, shy, and caring young man with a love for cooking and nerdy stuff. He’s a good bit taller than you and a couple of years younger. He’s not that well-versed socially, but he’s a really good listener who loves to hear other people’s stories. He took this job as a bartender to hopefully become more comfortable talking to strangers without making things awkward. He has dirty blond hair that he likes to keep in a ponytail and bright blue eyes. He’s rather skinny and more feminine-looking rather than masculine. He’s not sure what he wants to do in life yet, but he’s damn sure that whatever it is, he hopes he can be his own boss. He’s talked about how he’s forever grateful to have a kind and caring boss here at The Lost Treasure.

He’s been working here for the past six months while you’ve been here a little over a year. You don’t know much else about him since you haven’t been paired with him on your shifts, but you know some.

"I love these warm towels."

"Mhmm. Whenever I feel ill, I’ll put one on my stomach to feel better."

Not much else was said during this time. You needed to relax, and Sam was happy to keep massaging you in silence.

…………

After a couple of hours, you and Sam say your farewells. Sam was happy to help you with no favor in return, but you insisted you owed him one in the future. While Sam left, you stayed at the Lost Treasure for your night shift. You were able to clean up, change, shower, eat, and drink plenty of water. As previously mentioned, your boss is quite caring and more than happy to share her quarters upstairs if need be. And today was certainly a need be.

You started preparing the Lost Treasure to open, cleaning up and making sure you have everything necessary. Lost Treasure got its name from being in a rather hard location to find in lower Manhattan near the water, and due to that, its popularity is rather low. Though the quality of the bar is top-notch. As a result, Lost Treasure is able to retain many of its customers.

During the preparation process, you get a text from a friend.

"Hey roomie!!🩷🩷🩷. I’m heading back up to New York earlier this year! So let’s like catch up and get some drinks this weekend! All on ya girl 🩷"

Ruby, your college roommate for the past three years. She’s what you’d call a bimbo. Blond hair, blue eyes, massive tits, drama queen, an unlimited amount of Daddy’s money, and the cheerleading captain. She’s sweet and loving but dumb as hell! She can’t focus in class or understand how to work. She’s barely scraping by. Socially, though, she can be quite smart even if she’s overbearing. While she’s not really the type of girl you want to hang out with, you ended up becoming friends. She can be fun at times, even if it’s hard for her to shut up. And she does truly care for you even if you guys don’t talk as much. You’ve helped her out with schoolwork before while she’s helped you meet some new friends.

But why is it that you continue to room with her when you could room with one of your close friends? Well, it’s because Ruby is rarely there! She’s out partying or sleeping over at someone else’s place. You like the fact that you have peace most of the time.

You end up responding to her with a yes and telling her that you two will plan out the details later.

As you enter the Lost Treasure, to the left are three booths against the wall, tucked in a little corner. The whole bar is made of dark brown wood. Straight ahead are the stairs that lead upstairs that aren’t available to the public. To the right is the bar with eight stools available to sit in. In the top right, past the stairs and bar, is an additional booth along with a billiards table and dartboard. There’s also a deck of cards per booth. In the middle, there’s plenty of open space, so the three booths next to each other are pretty far away from the bar. Though there are still plenty of TVs around those three booths! Lastly, the ceilings are quite high, making the Lost Treasure feel a little fancier.

Just as you’re about to open, the doors swing open and someone steps in.

"You’re not Stacy."

Stacy is supposed to be your bartending buddy for the night who still hasn’t shown up.

"That I am not. I’m far too pretty to be her."

"Ouch. Poor Stacy."

"You know I kid."

The tall Latina who just walked in is your boss, Adriana. With golden brown skin, long black hair, and hazelnut-colored eyes, she has a model face. Her body is nothing short of beautiful too. A toned body and flawless, smooth skin. Her long legs and plump rear have even made you feel certain things.

"Stacy is out sick today, so it’s just you and Steve tonight."

Steve is the chef who I haven’t gotten to know that much. Since it’s a Wednesday, he probably won’t be doing much today anyway.

"And what about you?" You ask.

"I’ve got a date tonight! With a man and a woman!" She says, proudly.

"You’re really still trying to make this polyamory thing work? After what happened last time-"

"Last time was an anomaly! I’m confident in these two. And besides, in this economy, I’m going to need a three-person household."

And with that she makes her leave, and your night as a bartender can begin.

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Hello there! I’m Sophia, and thank you so much for reading my prompt! I hope you found it worthwhile. I wanted to give you a good snippet of what this roleplay is and some of the characters involved. Like a prologue!

Anyway, to summarize the story, you are in your senior year in college working as a bartender in New York City! You have broken up with your toxic boyfriend Kyler, who you gave your all to and received nothing back. In an attempt to clear your mind, you call "X," your dealer, for a one night stand. Spending the night with her did clear your mind and certainly give you pleasure, but you felt heavy regret and a good deal of pain afterwards. Afterward, you recover from your wounds with the help of Sam and continue on your day as normal now as a single woman.

As a bartender in NYC, you will meet all sorts of people. Some will be fun, others will be nasty, and some will be everything in between. Some of your encounters could be simple conversations that don’t lead to anything more. They might come back, or you might never see them again! Other characters could present you with opportunities and choices that could slightly or substantially change the course of the roleplay. By asking certain questions and using the right words, you could open up certain paths for yourself that could be good or bad. Or sometimes doing nothing opens up a unique route! Some of these choices could lead to bad outcomes, even if it doesn’t seem like it would. Remember, doing nothing is a choice too. And sometimes, even if you don’t like them, it might be good to befriend those jerks who could have a use… maybe.

The amount of smut in this roleplay will be heavily dependent on your choices. You could be a slut, very picky, or somewhere in the middle. However, depending on how dark you’d like this roleplay to be, you might not have total control over whether there’s a sex scene or not.

I do have plenty of ideas in mind for this roleplay, but since your choices are the driving factor, nothing is set in stone yet.

Not only do you have your life as a bartender, but you’re also heading into your senior year! You will also have encounters on campus and choices to make that can change the story. For example, joining a club can lead to new paths. Maybe you join Ruby for an adventure? Maybe you go to certain events or parties, or you’re on a sports team.

At the start of the story, it is currently August 7th, a Tuesday. College officially starts on the 28th.

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I know it’s a lot but hopefully intriguing! If you’re interested, I would like to see these things in your reply about your character. Please be as detailed as possible. Make it fun to read!

• Who are you? What’s your personality and what are your hobbies?

• Who are your friends and family?

• What do you look like?

• What are your hopes and dreams for the future, if any?

• What has your college life been like so far? What was your past like?

• How much sexual experience do you have?

• Are you looking for romance?

• Are you a submissive, Dominant, or a switch? Or are you unsure?

• How does your character feel about bartending? Does she enjoy it?

• How do you feel about the opening I presented and the characters? Are there any changes you’d like to make to the roleplay? I’m always open to hearing what’s on your mind!

• How are you currently feeling after everything that happened the day before?

Show me all that you can about yourself! I do slightly prefer you write in first-person, but if you prefer third-person, that is perfectly fine with me.

I do have a couple of requirements for your character, and that’s that her age is between 21-24. I would also like for her to be bisexual, as I just find that to be more exciting for this roleplay.

You, the writer, what are your kinks and limits? When it comes to kinks, I’m very open-minded, and I can cater to many different fetishes. I love kinky stuff as much as I do the sweet and vanilla stuff. Please be as detailed as possible to make sure I don’t accidentally make you uncomfortable.

Some replies will be longer than others; some will be shorter. As long as there’s detailed dialogue, we’re good! If you ever have any questions and need clarification, please let me know! Communication is key, and I want you to be as informed as possible.

With me, I don’t want you to feel like there’s a rush to reply. Real life comes first, so please prioritize that. The same goes for replying to this prompt here. This is NOT a first come first serve offer. Take your time. If no communication happens within a week, I’ll check in, and if you’re still busy, that is perfectly fine! I would just like an update on your situation. I don’t want you to feel pressured to reply when something else needs to take priority.

Let me know if you have any questions! Please send me a PM if you’re interested in replying! Again, thank you so much for taking the time. Hopefully, we can have an awesome roleplay together!

Sophia <3.