Tell Me You Hate Me || •Theodore Nott•

Blue Eyes

Callista's POV

"Hi, my name is Callista but I go by Red Fox here. What's your name?" Reaching my hand out to the short blonde girl in front of me. I try to give her a sincere smile but I can already tell she's going to be a problem, a problem I will stay far away from.

"Rosie, but I go by Candy." Chewing the gum in her mouth loudly, smacking sounds ringing in my ears and I don't know if I want to smack her into her learning how to chew with her mouth closed or just smack her to get her to shut up. "The boys tell me I'm sweet, if you know what I mean." Giving me a quick wink and extending her hand to me giving me an overly excited handshake, twirling her hair with her other hand.

Yeah, I wasn't wrong about her being trouble...clearly.

If you couldn't tell our club got a new girl, Candy. She couldn't be more original with her name? Maybe something like...sans cervelle. (Brainless) I feel like that's a bit more accurate but also I shouldn't be judging so quick I guess.

Clacking of our heels consumes the silent hallway we're in. Not saying a single word to each other till we get to the changing room. "This is our changing room. The door back here is where you'll enter every night instead of the main entrance the gentlemen enter from." Gesturing to the back door covered in photos of all of us girls during our themed nights focusing my eyes on one of Pansy and I on Halloween where we both dressed up in our Hogwarts house, Slytherin if you couldn't guess. Smiling at the picture and reminiscing that night I snap back to reality and turn my head back towards Candy.

"So when you come in, you'll park out front then walk around the building to here. Sound go-" Cutting me off causing me to drop my fake smile instantly, I realize she was rummaging through someone else's wardrobe. "Yeah. Yeah. So do I get to wear one of these too?"

I better not get in trouble for her not listening or I swear she will regret even coming here.

My eyes shift from looking at hers to dropping down towards the costume in her hand. Hanging from the hanger is a sheer bodysuit that covers up your lady bits with just gold glitter. Easily one of my favorite costumes, it's for our 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' performance where only four of us can only perform in. We do it twice a year and it's definitely one of our busiest nights.

"No." Dropping my smile once again, I look directly into her hazel eyes. "Only four girls get them. It's something you have to earn." Without breaking eye contact, her own smile falters into a frown. With a smile creeping back onto my face, I signal her towards the hallway that heads towards the club.

"Now...let me explain which of our regulars are sweet and complete gentlemen and which are going to try scamming you or fucking you. Okay?"

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It's now 1am and the music is booming throughout the club. I walk out of a private dance room heading back up to one of the small stages. "Hey baby, how's the night doing you?" Pulling myself up to the stage with the pole, rolling my body against it I look down to see Eric. "Hey sweets, it's going good. Eight hundred so far hoping to at least get a few more good private dances in before I head out." Giving him a toothy smile, I continue to work the pole, moving my arms up as high as I could take them before jumping up and wrapping my knees around it. Twirling myself around the pole, I shout at him so he can hear me over the blaring music.

"Having any trouble at the bar tonight or you just wanted to come see my cute ass?""You know me...can't get enough of your ass." Both of us breaking out into a fit of laughter and sharing a wink. "I just wanted to come check up on you. I was bored at the bar."

My attention was caught by the front entrance when two tall men walked through with sunglasses on. Watching them as if life moved in slow motion.

Why are they wearing sunglasses? It's dark as hell outside what the fuck.