Maybe? Maybe Not? (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Two- It's Nice To See How Happy I Make You ;)

[Cherry Bomb’s POV]

I get backstage and change into my robe. Tonight was a good night. I count my money and see I made about a thousand pounds. It’s a really good night.

“Hey CB!”

“Hey Maz.” My boss comes in the dressing room with a big smile.

“You were on fire tonight baby! And we have you booked solid for private shows. Well you have one opening but that should get filled before the nights end.” I give a weak smile and nod. It’s not that I don’t like the private shows. I get paid good money for them, but after dancing I get tired.

“Thanks. When is the first show?”

“In about fifteen minutes. They will be in the White Room.”

“Ok. I will be there. Any costumes.”

"They didn’t say. So I guess go with whatever you want. Oh and they booked you for an hour so you have an hour to spare afterwards.” Maz gives me a wink and I laugh at his failed attempt of flirting.

“Alright Maz. Thanks.” He leaves the dressing room and I get dressed.

I decide to keep it simple. A lacy red bra with matching thong and a sheer garment to wear over it. I sigh before walking to the White Room. I walk in and see five guys sitting down. I thought when Maz said they he was talking about two. Three at the max. Not five.

“Uh Hi.” All of their faces pop up and they each have this cute boyish grin tugging on their lips.

“Hello.” The first one speaks.

His voice is low and deep. He has curly brown hair and piercing green eyes. The rest of them wave and I notice the dirty blonde one. I saw him earlier when I was dancing.

“So you guys booked me for an hour.” They nod and I keep speaking walking closer to them. “And you have no preferences...” They shake their heads. Then I realize. “You guys are...”

“Strip club virgins.” They say at the same time and I stop myself from laughing.

“Is it that easy to tell?” A different one asks this. His hair is cut low and I see a cute birthmark on his neck.

“No, but when you work here long enough you pick up on a few things.” I give them a smile hoping to relax them. “Ok. There are rules. One: there is no touching. Only I can touch you. Two: You pay the bouncer after you leave the room. And Three: this isn’t really a club rule but I make it my own, let’s keep things impersonal shall we?” They all nod and I start the music.

Seeing as though there are five of them, I have to try and give each one equal time. I start with the one wearing a striped shirt. I guess he will just be named stripes. I walk over to him slowly removing my cover up as I do. I see him gulp hard and try to hide my smile. Once I’m in front of him I move my hands so they are on either side of his chair. He tries to hide his nervousness but fails. I move to the beat never leaving his eyes while I move my hands to his chest. He watches me closely and I smile. I like making my customers feel like it’s just I and them. I keep dancing on him until the first song ends. It’s then that I make my way to the curly haired boy. I’ll name him curly seeing as it fits. He has the cheekiest smile ever as I remove my bra and straddle his lap. I grind to the beat and I can tell he likes it by how hard he’s getting. I lean in to whisper in his ear.

“Oh baby. It’s nice to see how happy I make you.” I nip the bottom of his ear. His breath hitches and I feel his hands travel up my side, but remove them quickly. “Ah ah ah. No touching.” I grind harder onto his lap before standing up and going to the next boy.

This one has tan skin, dark hair styled in a quiff with a blonde streak running through it. He has a few tattoo’s and piercings. He looks like a bad boy, but I’m guessing he’s the sweetheart of the bunch. So that shall be his name for the night. He eyes me up and down before biting his lip. I rub his arms gently and smirk as the hairs on them raise.

“You know I’ve always had a thing for tattoos.” I wink before turning around and grinding my ass on his already growing bulge. Teasing boys is so easy. I stay like this with ‘sweetheart’ before the next song comes on. I stand and make my way over to birthmark. He looks scared.

“Don’t worry baby. I won’t bite.” I sit on his lap and wrap my hands around my neck before leaning into his ear. “Unless you want me to.” His breath catches in his throat and I laugh seductively as the beat picks up and I move faster into his groin. He may be the innocent looking one but he’s not innocent in his pants. The song changes and it’s a slow one. I get off of birthmark slowly leaving a light kiss on his birthmark and walk over to the dirty blonde boy.

I take off my last item of clothing if you’d even call it that and straddle his hips like I’ve done his other friends. He looks at me intently and I do the same with him, taking in all of his features. His hair is dark brown but has specks of blonde in it. I hadn’t realized but I let my hands trail up to his hair and he smiles. He has braces and as I notice he quickly hides his teeth. I’m guessing he’s self- conscious about them. I look into his eyes and get lost. They are the clearest blue I have ever seen. And even in this dim lighting they shine. I didn’t even realize I wasn’t moving until he leaned into my ear.

“You know I would hate to be the only one of my friends that didn’t get a dance from the beautiful. Cherry. Bomb.” The way he said my name in his thick Irish accent sent shivers down my back and I moved like I’ve never moved before. My eyes never left his as I grinded to the beat. My hands roamed his body. First his arms that were nice but hidden by his shirt. And then his chest, which I could tell was very strong even through his clothing. Then back up to his hair. I gripped it tight and I heard him try to hold in a moan. Finally found his spot.

“You like that huh?” I whisper and he nods quickly. I chuckle quietly and lean down to his neck earning a shiver of approval. I kiss it gently and his breath hitches as I kiss it more aggressively determined to leave a mark. And to my success I do. The song ends and I go back to stripes to make another full rotation before dancing in front of all of them at once. The timer finally goes off and I smile as each of the boys groan.

“It’s really been an hour?” Blue eyes asks and I nod.

“Yeah. So you can leave your money with...”

“What if we got you for another hour?” Curly asks this and I have to catch myself before I respond harshly.

“I mean you all can if you want to but it will cost you another...”

“2500 pounds we know.” Stripes answers this time. I sigh as I get re dressed.

“That’s a bit pricey don’t you guys think?”

“Not to sound cocky love but we’re One Direction.” Sweetheart responds. One Direction?

“The boy band!”

“Yeah the boy band.” Birthmark responds with a sweet smile.

“Wow. You guys are the first boy band in here. Congrats!” They all blush.

“So what do you say? Another hour?” I’m guessing they all took in my facial expression and changed their minds.

“You don’t want to.” Blue eyes asks and I can see he’s hurt.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I’m just really tired and I was looking forward to this free hour seeing as I don’t get those often, but it’s fine. I will get Maz and tell him...”

“Darling it’s fine.” Stripes gives me a smile.

“Yeah you can have your free hour, but don’t you think your boss might try to book you another show, seeing that you are usually booked.” Curly watches me as I think. Damn. Maz would do something like that. I sigh.

“How about we book you but you don’t have to dance or anything. You can just spend your free hour here.” Blue eyes looks at me and smiles but once again closes his mouth.

“You guys would really do that?”

“Yeah.” The say at the same time and laugh. I call Ronny and tell him I’m booked for another hour. I turn to the five random boys and smile.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome...” Birthmark speaks this time trying to get my name.

“Cherry Bomb.”

“So you really aren’t going to give us your real name?” Curly asks still eyeing me.

“Nope.”

“Why not? You know our names.” Sweetheart responds and I stop myself from laughing.

“Actually I don’t.” I watch their faces all go from cocky to shocked.

“Everyone knows our names.” Stripes says a bit too sassy for my liking.

“Yeah, everyone but me.” I shrug my shoulders.

“Well my name is...” I cut off blue eyes.

“Don’t.”

“Why?”

“Because it makes things personal.”

“And what’s wrong with personal?”

“It mixes emotions.” I look away from his gaze knowing that if I don’t I will keep spilling everything out. Damn those blue eyes. “And it’s against my rules. And I’ve already named you all.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re curly. I pointed to the one that just spoke. You are stripes, you’re sweetheart, you are birthmark, and you’re blue eyes.” I see them smile at my names.

“Fine. But you will eventually see our names in a magazine and when you do then you kind of owe us your name.” Blue eyes speaks and another smile creeps on his face but he hides it once again.

“Stop doing that!” I yell getting frustrated.

“What?”

“Hiding your smile! It’s perfect ok?” I see his eyes light up more if that’s even possible and he smiles wide at me and blushes. I laugh and smile back.

“Thanks.” I see the other boys watching us but my eyes never leave his. I don’t why but this weird feeling washes over me and I can’t put my finger on it. Damn this boy and his blue eyes.



~Next Day~

I wake up to my alarm going off. Last night was so busy and I am so tired. I get up and make my way to the living room to see my room mates.

“Hey Jazlene!” Scarlett or Trouble as she goes by in the club smiles as she sees me enter the room.

“Hey Scar. Hey Saige.” I see Saige a.k.a Lotus but she’s on her laptop doing something.

“So how were the five boys last night?”

“Interesting.” We both laugh and the phone rings. Scarlett goes to answer it while I try and find food.

“Hey Maz. Yeah. Are you serious! When? Tonight! Yeah we can do it! Ok I will tell the girls. Bye.”

“What was that about?”

“Maz just said that those five boys from last night...”

“One Direction.”

“The boy band?” I laugh and nod at my roommate.

“Yeah the boy band.”

“Wow. That’s new. Any way they hired us as their dancers tonight for a party and guess how much they are paying us in total!” I shrug my shoulders.

“How much?”

“30,000 pounds!” I drop my apple out of my hand. So much for one time clients.

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