The Mad Scientist and the Prostitute (Rick Sanchez x Reader)

Chapter 1: Run Away With Me Now

This is a Rick x reader. In this story, the reader character is a prostitute in a legal Nevada brothel. Everyone knows what (y/n) means, but (y/s/n) represents your stage name.

It was a bright and hot day in Nevada. Rick stepped out of a portal, and momentarily put a hand over his brow to shield his eyes from the unforgiving sun. He walked past palm trees which had no business being in the desert, stone statutes of women covered in Christmas lights, and a very tempting bar, to the front door of the brothel he came there for. He pressed a button which rang a bell. The door opened, and immediately the smell of cheap perfume wafted through his nose. He was greeted by a middle aged woman who rang another bell, this one with a different sound, much like the chiming of an old grandfather clock. As he waited, he looked around the parlor. There was a pool table, a few nice couches, some fancy decorations, nice lighting, classic rock playing from a TV, red curtains, mirrors, and a general 'fancy on a budget' vibe to the place. Soon, a little over half a dozen young women rushed into the parlor to meet him. The bell rang 3 times in total, and the final young lady, you, barely made it by the third chime. Each girl stood silently, until prompted to say their names.
You stood in the lineup, trying to not let him see you catch your breath from running from the back hallway where they put new girls, and girls who are generally disliked. You had on little black shorts, with a red plaid shirt tied around your waist, black thigh high tights, black leather pumps, and a very interesting lace and string bra which you could very easily see past where the shirt opened, as well as a few other accessories to complete the look. Your makeup made you look like a little pinup style doll with red lipstick. You were dressed to impress, and stood out among the group of beautiful, scantily clad women. You all introduced yourselves, then posed in silence, waiting upon his decision.
Rick looked through the group of ladies, an almost bored expression on his face which faltered slightly into a small smirk upon glancing over you, and picked you out. "Ergh... (y/s/n)" he muttered. Secretly, you were happy he picked you. He may not have been the most conventionally attractive client, but walk-in clients were rarely ever what anyone would consider attractive, and this one had a certain charm to him you couldn't quite put your finger on. Maybe it was his lab coat, or the way he didn't look at the girls as if they were cuts of meat.
You took his hand, and led him past the parlor and into a hall for the tour. The first hall was lined with rooms on the right, and a giant mirror with shoes on the floor to the left. The old floor creaked as you two walked. You asked his name, and he replied "I'm Rick Sanchez, babydoll. What's your real name?". You responded with, "It's nice to meet you, Rick. I can't tell you my birth name, so please just call me (y/s/n)".
"Well- urp- '(y/s/n)'", his free hand doing an air quote at your stage name, "rules were meant to be broken. I'll get your real name out of you eventually." You only giggled at this, and continued down the hall. Your hand was still in his, although this appeared to make him uncomfortable, you showed him the various rooms of the house, which was far larger on the inside than it appeared on the outside. The ceiling had many nice lights, which Rick noticed but found to be cheesy. You first showed him a room called the "wet room", which you explained, "This is the Wet Room, and it's intended for any activities that might get a little, you know, messy."
 Rick chortled. "Like piss fetishes and stuff?" You made a finger gun at him and said "exactly". You led him down one hall, which you explained to be your favorite hallway, and into a couple rooms, which you explained to be the "peep show rooms" and the "BDSM room". He seemed disinterested by the peep show room, which was two small rooms separated by a one-way mirror, for the intent of giving a show, but you saw a certain spark in his eyes after he passed the red door of the BDSM room and glanced around. "Room #69" was written on a black board in the room, and there were whips and restraints everywhere, as well as a few other fun pieces of sex furniture.
"I can see why this is your favorite room". He smirked, and to his surprise, you gave a pervy smile back. You liked his smile, and the way he raised his eyebrow at you, arms crossed in a smug expression. "Well, if you like this room too, it's one of the available options for us to use. I'll still show you the others though. We can always come back." You gave him a wink, and could've sworn you saw a tint of blush on his otherwise pale cheeks.
He allowed you to lead him back down the hallway, and right into another hallway, past a few old framed posters of foreign movies, and a gold colored vase on a nice pedestal. Mirrors lined the end of each hallway, and you noticed how small you were in comparison to the tall, lanky man next to you. There was a massage room to the right, which you explained he could choose for you to give him a massage in. "This is the Lover's Spa. I give pretty good massages, so if you'd like, we could come in here and work out some of the tension in your shoulders. I've noticed you seem kinda tense."
Rick gave a small laugh. "I'm only tense because I'm not drunk." You knew he was a drinker, just judging by the smell of him, which was strong although not unpleasant. You giggled at his comment, and mentioned "We do have a bar here, and every client gets a free drink and a meal after their party." He laughed, and said "Sweetie, one free drink ain't gonna do it for me." He took out a flask and drank from it. You looked around to be sure nobody saw, and in a hushed tone, you told him "make sure nobody catches you with that. There's no outside drinks in the house, and I don't want you getting kicked out. Don't worry though, I'm not gonna rat on you." You winked at him, and he put his flask away. You could tell he wasn't happy about it, but he didn't seem to hold it against you.
Continuing down the hall, you showed him the honeymoon suite, which didn't seem to interest him at all, and finally, you showed him your room. You opened the door, which had your stage name and room number on it, leaving the door open just a crack, as was the rule. Deciding to get to business, you spared no time and began negotiations. "Every girl sets her own prices, and we all have different prices for different things, so what would you be interested in today?" You smiled at him sweetly, sitting him on your bed. He looked around the room, which was covered in mirrors, as well as a few items of your personal property, a couple small decorations, some cheap furniture, a TV playing a cheesy porno, and a giant bed with silk sheets. He sat there for a moment, seemingly to make a decision, then took another sip from the forbidden flask, let out a loud belch you had to keep yourself from laughing at, looked at you, and gave you an offer you weren't expecting at all.
"Listen, I know none of you girls are here because you have family and friends who support you, or a good life that's been kind to you. I'm not here for sex. I can get that anywhere. There's like a hundred planets and dimensions I can think of off the top of my head where I can stick it in any hole I want for as long as I want and get thanked for it, so I don't have to pay for pussy. I came here because I have a dangerous mission I need to go on, and I need a partner for it. Someone who won't be recognized by some people I've pissed off in the past, or be missed if things go wrong. I usually either bring my grandkids or just do it myself, but I really need a partner for this one, and I can't risk them. I know what you're thinking- what do you get out of this, or even know I'm telling the truth?" He took what looked like a gun out of his pocket, and your eyes darted to the panic button near your bed. Before you could press it, he shot at the wall, and a swirling, glowing green pool of light popped up where he shot with the strange device. This certainly had your attention, and you no longer had any inclination to push the panic button. "Well, I have something to offer that's way better than money. If you survive, I can give you a brand new life, in any dimension or planet you want. You can have any kind of life you want. I'm not gonna sugar coat it; the chances of you dying are really high, like, reeaaaallly high, but I doubt you're happy here, judging by the amount of pillows on your bed. If you're looking for the door, this is the way out. So what do you say? Deal?"
He had a look of self-assurance on his face, like he's done this a million times before and knew exactly what he was doing, and was holding out his hand for a handshake. You hesitated for only a moment before looking at the portal on the floor, grinning, and grasping his hand firmly, shaking it. "Deal."
You knew you didn't have long before negotiation time was up, so you grabbed the biggest bags you could from your closet, and threw In the items you deemed most important. You moved around rooms often, so there wasn't a lot to pack. You left very little behind. You heard footsteps down the hall as you threw on a leather jacket full of patches, buttons, and pins from different places you've been, and zipped up your bags, throwing them on your back.
"You ready, babycakes?" He held out his hand to you, ready to jump in the portal. You felt nervous, but the confident look on his face made you feel more at ease. As creaking footsteps neared your door, you took his hand, looked at him as if to say you were ready, and jumped with him, into the swirling green pool of light, watching your room, and your old life, disappear behind you forever. You felt no regrets as you watched it go.
Your head spun as the portal spewed you out into what looked like a garage. It was filled with all sorts of interesting things, which spawned a million questions in your mind. Too many to ask all at once. There was even what looked to be some kind of space ship made of trash, which got the majority of your attention, but everything in there was fascinating. It smelled like alcohol, oil, something chemical, and a hint of smoke. You were so overwhelmed you forgot for a moment you weren't alone. Your thoughts were interrupted by Rick clearing his throat.
"So", Rick said, as if he were in the middle of a conversation "I need to explain a few things to you before we -urp- do this. I'm not sure how smart you are, so this may or may not blow your mind, but I did pick you because you don't look like a dumbass, so hopefully you'll get it."

You nodded in acknowledgment, trying your hardest not to look around the interesting room, and set your things down so you could give him your full attention. "First thing I have to explain is there's an infinite number of realities. There's a whole multiverse out there, where anything that could have happened has happened. I plucked you out of a particularity depressing one. I mean, y-you guys have a racist reality TV show star with the IQ of a bag of sand as the president of the United States. That's fucked up. And don't even get me started on some of the other fucked up shit I've seen there. I -urp- I really did you a favor by getting you the hell out of that mess." He shook his head for a moment, as you bowed yours in shame of the reality you're from, even though it wasn't your fault your world was like that.
"Aaaaaanyway, there's an infinite number of me out there, and a bunch of them formed this place called the Citadel to hide from the Galactic Federation. It used to be run by a bunch of Ricks called the Council of Ricks, but I killed them and took the whole place down, along with the Galactic Federation. All in one go." He gave you a look like he was very impressed with himself, and was expecting you to be impressed as well, which you were. You didn't know what the Galactic Federation, Citadel, or Council of Ricks were, or what they did to piss him off, but they certainly sounded like a force to be reckoned with, as did he.
"I recently found out it wasn't completely destroyed, which I'd usually consider a loss, but in this case it's good, because I need something from there." He took a quick sip from his flask before continuing.
"My portal gun is powered by something called portal fluid, and I need more of it or I won't be able to go anywhere. I can make more myself, but it's a huge pain in the ass that takes a lot of time and effort. There's bootleggers who sell it in the Citadel, but their math is sometimes a little off, and that can make a big difference, so I need to get a large stash of the good stuff that used to be used by the Council of Ricks. I don't know who is running the place now, but my bet is on the 1% Ricks, who own most of the Citadel. What I need you to do is come with me to the Citadel. I'll get you into the storage containment building, but you're on your own from there. They have sensors designed to pick up on my brain waves, so I can't go in, but you can. Have- have you ever read or watched Lord of the Rings?" You nodded. "Good. Well, I made a ring a lot like the ring of power, only- you know, not fucking evil. I work with science, not magic. Anyway, you put it on, and flip a switch, and it turns everything that's a part of you invisible." To demonstrate, he got the ring from a box in a small drawer, put it on his own finger, and flipped the switch to turn it on. To your surprise, it worked, although his clothes were still visible.
"For it to really work, you have to be naked, but I'm sure that's not a problem for you, considering your -erm- occupation, am I right?" You blushed, and even though you couldn't see him, you imagined that signature smirk on his face. "You'll be able to get in no problem, but once you're there you're gonna have to steal a portal gun to get the portal fluid out of there, otherwise the guards will notice a bunch of portal fluid just walking out the door, and they'd definitely kill you for trying to steal it." He turned off the ring, visible once more. " I'll show you how to use the gun, and what coordinates to punch in. You'll have to get it right, or you'll end up lost in some weird place and I won't be able to find you, but the guards will know your exact location as soon as you use the portal gun. Once you get there, find me, drop the gun, and I'll bring us back here with mine. They can't trace mine. You'll know it's me because I'm going to call you by your name..."
Rick grinned slyly, and asked, "What is your real name, anyway?" You told him, "(y/n)". He crossed his arms, and gave a look of smug satisfaction. "See? I told you I'd get your real name out of you." His expression changed after saying this, indicating what he was about to say was important. "In all seriousness though, you gotta work fast, or they WILL kill you on sight if they see you, do you understand?"
This time you gave verbal confirmation. "I understand." Rick grabbed your wrist a little too roughly, and put the ring on your finger. "The ring has a limited power source", he explained, "so get in and get out as quickly as you can, and don't turn it on until I say, got it?" He raised his eyebrow at you, and you replied, "got it."
He smiled at you, happy with the fact you didn't freak out and seemed to take and understand his instructions well. Rick continued to explain how to use the portal gun, which dimension to go to once you had the fluid, and how to get past the guards, sensors, and other obstacles in what sounded to be a labyrinth of a building. He asked you to repeat what he told you back to him a few times, and you got it right each time, which pleased him. You saw him smile at your good work in memorizing what he told you, and you smiled back. After a moment of eye contact, his smile turned into a perverted grin, and you could see a fiery spark in his eyes.
"Well, you seem to understand what you're supposed to do. Now, strip."