Where did the party go? *mature content* *punk harry*

This is the story...

Harry's POV:
"My cousins friend told me about this girl..." My best friend Zayn handed me a pack of cigarettes.

"Um, this is a Camel." I held the pack in my palms as I looked at the logo. Zayn sighed then flipped it to the back of the box.

"Ohh... Wow..." My eyes stayed plastered on the image of the mystery girl. Her body was breathtaking, she had a cute belly ring.

"Why is her face black?" I asked as we walked towards his truck.

"They call her the Clandestine Princess and it's her thing to have her face covered." Zayn spoke as he drove. We were heading to our friend Niall's house. Us three have been close since we were kids.

"What's up chums?" Niall hopped in the back seat of the truck.

"Want to go see the Clandestine Princess Ni?" Zayn adjusted his rear view mirror.

"Hell yeah! I've been dreaming about her for weeks!" Niall practically jumped in his pants.

"Don't you need an I.D. for those type of clubs? I'm only twenty guys" I questioned Zayns idea.

"Listen here young one, since Niall and I are both twenty-one we get in no questions asked. If they catch you they'll send you to jail so..." Zayn looked me straight in the eyes. "I'm joking! You'll be fine, loosen up."

"Have you not smoked today?" Niall opened up our pack of cigarettes and handed me one.

"No, I've just been thinking about bills and shit." I mumbled as I held the cigarette in my mouth. "Lighter?"

"Here" Niall handed me his lighter.

"Why does it say 'If you want to fuck smile when you hand this lighter back to me'?" I laughed.

"Why do you think I get laid so often?" Niall smirked and I kept a straight face as I handed it back to him.
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As we entered the strip club it reminded me of a regular club, so I relaxed.

The environment was the same. Neon lights, blaring music, alcohol, and different types of drugs were in the air. The only thing that was different is that the men were sitting while the females were on stage.

Zayn led us to an area that had black couches. It stood out since the rest were either blue, pink, green, or yellow.

"Cla-clades-clamato?" Niall squinted as he read the sign above the pole.

"Clandestine!" Zayn and I spoke annoyed at his incapability to read.

"Why couldn't she have a typical stripper name like Diamond or Candy?" Niall frowned.

The music stopped. "Who's ready for the Clandestine Princess?" A man with a heavy accent spoke. Half of the place cheered (Niall was the loudest.)

The lights dimmed and some Britney Spears song came on.

She walked out calm and seductively around the pole. It's so weird since you don't know if she's making eye contact with you or not.

All you see is a black mask covering her complete face. Her lingerie set made her features stand out. I just stared at her gliding and twirling up and down the pole with ease. I'm still amazed at how she can still see.
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"Let's go to VIP" Zayn walked over to a dark stand and wrote something on a clip board.

We walked through a door way that had beaded curtains. It led to the VIP area. The lights were red in the room, but then dimmed when I sat down.

"Who's Ed?" A soft feminine voice spoke from the shadows.

Zayn made eye contact with me. Oh I forgot we use our fake names for... occasions.

"Uh me?" I said kinda awkward.

The Clandestine Princess stepped out of the shadow.

"Looks like you're getting a lap dance from moi..." She kneeled down in front of me. Her hands were resting on my inner thighs, close to my partner in crime (or dick.)

"Rule number one: don't touch me, rule number two: don't ask me to take off my mask, and rule number three: no talking." She instructed as she got up and made her way behind me to handcuff me. "Just making sure" she snapped them closed.

I turned to Niall, the look he had on his face was of pure jealousy. I smirked like the asshole that I am towards him to cause him more pain. We both ended up laughing in the end.

"Any last words?" Still behind me she bent down to whisper in my ear. All you heard was a faint "Fuck" behind her which was Niall. He's getting a good view of her ass I'm guessing.

"Your belly piercing is cute." I smirked.

She stayed quiet then made her way to turn on the music. "Power Trip" by J.Cole played.

As she stood in front of me her hips swayed along to the song. I just wanted to grab her and sit her right on me. Well now I see why she handcuffs people.

She finally made her way to straddle me. Her arms were interlocked behind my neck as she grinded on me.

I felt my skin turn red by her touch. What's wrong with me? I've had plenty of girls do this to me.

I looked down to see how her body was moving against mine and it drove me crazy. Her neck was so close to mine, she didn't say I couldn't kiss.

I left kisses along her neck and she got up.

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