As soon as the clock hit 10pm and the doors opened, people came flooding in. I was too busy strategising with Harry and Joe to even go look at the queue, but the bouncers told Joe it went round the block. It's been so busy I didn't feel right just sitting with Harry, I had to help Joe behind the bar. The new bartender also started tonight, Kyle, and he's been amazing. Somehow him and Joe work really well together, don't get in each other's way and get through the crowd really quickly. I almost feel jealous that he's a lot better than me. I felt like I've gotten in the way if anything, so now I'm just weaving my way through the crowd with shots. Deja Vu.
There's different a new mix of people in the club now. I even recognise some people from Ivy, they're usually always in the booths and wearing a lot more clothing than our regulars here. It's quite obvious they're only here now because Ivy is closed. A few have recognised me and called me over, whilst I force them to buy as many shots as possible. Whilst they're usually dickheads, they're always great money.
Whilst I've done my rounds, I always spot Harry sitting in his booth, looking over the club and watching the crowd. Occasionally I've caught him watching me, although I know ow to handle myself in here now. I don't entertain anyone, I've learnt from past mistakes. Once my tray is empty, I make my way over to the booth, where stays with his arms crossed, keeping an eye on the door.
"Can I get you a drink, Boss?" I ask as I stand beside him, catching his attention and finally getting him to take his eyes off the door and onto me. He smirks at me before linking his arms around my back, pulling me close to him.
"Thanks for helping out Joe, by the way." He smiles down at me. I reach up to his lips and give him a quick kiss, knowing we both want more. "Although," He says in between kisses, "There's a reason I didn't want you behind the bar anymore."
"And why's that, Mr. Styles." I tease, moving my kisses to his neck as he talks.
"I want you," He moves his mouth to my ear, "by my side all the time so I don't have to watch you walk around the club with the urge to grab you and take you in the office. Right. Now." My knees go weak as I feel his breath travel along my neck.
"Well, luckily for you I've finished my tray. I'd say we have 10 minutes before Joe needs me again." As I finish the sentence Harry grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd, straight past the stairs and to the back of the clubs where the toilets are. He pulls me into the girl's bathroom, checking that the 3 cubicles are unoccupied before locking the main door behind him. "Wow, Harry you know how to treat a girl." I tease, before he interrupts me by lifting me up and placing me on the sink counter.
"It's too obvious if we both walk up the stairs. Now shut up and kiss me." He demands, moving in between my legs, placing his hands on my lower back and pulling me forward to him. It's not long before we are a mixture of moans and sloppy kisses, moving hands around each other's bodies.
His hands roam along my thighs before moving my dress further up to my hips, exposing myself fully to him. He hooks his fingers round my underwear and moves them down my legs as I hoist myself to aid him. With one hand grabbing my ass, his other slides his fingers into me. I instantly lean back against the mirror with a moan as he lips stay on my neck. The mirror feels freezing against my hot skin.
I can't take anymore. I lace my fingers through his curly hair and grab a handful as he brings me close to my high. Fingers moving in and out as I thrust towards him.
"Harry.." I moan as I get closer and closer. "I want you." I say between moans. His other hand lets go of me and moves to his trouser, releasing himself. I wrap both my around around his shoulder, pulling him closer to me as he moves his fingers out of me and replaces himself. He lets out a groan as he enters me, thrusting harder and harder each time. I dig my fingers into his shoulder as I reach my high, screaming over the loud music from out in the club as I feel him release inside of me.

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