Short Stories

The Dancer

*Harry's POV*

I watched as she spun on the pole,shaking her ass for all the men to see. They cheered and waved their dollars in the air,trying to get her attention. Her name was Vanilla Bean,my favorite stripper. Her long brown hair followed her as shed dipped down and flipped her hair. Damn,she was gorgeous. I wanted her as mine and mine only. I pulled out a 100 dollar bill and whistled for attention. Her head snapped in my direction and she made her way towards me,seductively.

She straddled my lap and began moving her hips in a circular motion. I watched her blue eyes watch me as I bit my lip. She got up and turned around,going back to her previous position to give me a lap dance. She put her ass in my face and I grabbed it,squeezing it a little. She sat up and I grabbed her from her stomach,my mouth to her ear. "I want to fuck you." I whispered.

She ignored me and continued what she was doing. I didnt take no for an answer. She dipped down and when she came back up I grabbed her hair,yanking her back. She yelped,her hand quick to grab my fist. "We're going in the bathroom,no objections." I growled. She nodded and grabbed my hand,leading me to the bathroom. I locked the door and slammed her against the wall.

"I want you to myself." I mumbled,attacking her neck. She wrapped her hands around my neck and moaned. I brought my hand under her thigh and picked it up so it rested on my hip. I grind my hips to her,knowing she would take the hint. Her hands traveled to my belt and she took it off,along with my pants. I dropped her panties and brought her to the sink. I bent her over,grabbed my belt and wrapped it around her neck.

I slammed myself into her as I tugged on the belt. She screamed,her face turning bright red. I thrusted fast and hard,our skin slapping together. Tears ran down her face as she held onto the sink. She screaming my name repeatedly, cursing right after. "You like that,baby. Who's your fucking daddy?!" I yelled.

"Y--You are. Fuck,baby! Faster!" She cried. By now her mascara was running down her face and sweats beaded our foreheads. I yanked her hair,making her throw her head back. She bit down on her lip to quiet her scream and moans. I felt myself reaching my high,knowing she was too. I gave her a few more rough thrusts before we both released. I pulled out and removed the belt from her neck,which was now red. We put our clothes back on and I kissed her lips.

"Be careful,Dahlia." I stuffed 200 dollars into her bra and we walked put the bathroom,her going back to the stage and me leaving the strip close. How do I know Ms Vanilla Bean,you ask? We went to high school together. She was the quiet,shy girl who was fun to hang out with. Everyone loved her,called her vanilla bean because thats the only ice cream she ate or drink she drunk. Now look at her...how people change this days.

*A/N : This is my favorite cover XD*