Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Idk

Lauren is stripper and so are you.

The Cuban was sick and tired of faking orgasms for the men who claimed to know how to please her.

So she began to hit on someone of the other team.

Aka Y/N Y/L/N.

She was a beautiful stripper that preferred doing floor routine.

The woman was only a year younger than Lauren and the two even shared a dressing room.

Y/N was petite and she was used to being man handled by the many people who loved handling her as if she were a doll.

"Any private shows tonight, Y/N?" Lauren asked, adjusting her lipstick for her performance.

"No, not tonight, thankfully." The girl replied, a sigh leaving her lips as she finished getting dressed.

She was in a beautiful set of laced lingerie and Lauren couldn't help but stare.

The woman was gorgeous.

Y/N ran a hand through her hair, looking in the mirror.

She was used to Lauren's stares by now.

"I want you to meet me back here after my performance." The green eyed woman spoke, watching Y/N slip on her heels.

"Boss wants me to try to get a private room, tonight." Y/N sighed, knowing damn well what Lauren wanted.

"Then I'll be your private room. Because, Y/N you're the only one here who knows how to make me cum." Lauren admitted, licking her lips.

"And you're the only one who knows how to make me cum. I know, Lauren. But you know I need the money." Y/N sat on the woman's lap, pushing Lauren's hair away from her face.

"You know I'm more than capable to help you. The only reason I'm still here is because I want to make sure you're okay." Lauren cupped the woman's cheek.

"You know I love you. But I'm not like everyone else, I respect you Lauren. So much that I couldn't even think of taking money from you. I need to do this on my own, you know how important this is to me." The Cuban sighed, leaning down to rest her head against Y/N's.

"As much as I'd love to spend an entire evening with you, fucking you into oblivion. I can't." Y/N pressed a kiss to her best friend's forehead.

"Don't you have a boyfriend? Where's Ty?" The woman asked, getting up from Lauren's lap and wrapping her robe around her body.

"We're taking a break."

"That's what you said last time." Y/N rolled her eyes.

"What did he do this time? Did he go back to Alycia?" Lauren watched her best friend and lover curl the ends of her hair.

"Most likely."

Your POV
"Well fuck him. If he's going to cheat and fuck with other women, than so can you." I turned to Lauren.

"It's not like you weren't, anyway." I mumbled.

"Masturbating in the same room as one another doesn't count as sex!" Lauren laughed, shoving my arm.

I laughed at this, successfully getting her back to smiling.

"Yeah it does!" I shoved her back and she shook her head at me, a smile on her lips.

I checked the time and Lauren went on stage.

I smiled, cheering her on.

I was out in the crowd, catching the attention of many of the men who were in suits.