Leaving Las Vegas (h.s)

quatre

FRIDAY NIGHT was upon Blue once again. The busiest night for the club and the night all the dancers loved to work.

All the girls had trash bags in their lockers to bring home their money. Blue was focusing on herself in the mirror, tracing the outline of the red lingerie that laid against her skin.

Harry made her feel like Ruby Red. He brought out a fire in her. She believed she couldn't be with him if she didn't perfect her persona. A man like him deserved a strong and sexy woman that was alternate personality.

Blue watched as Angie rubbed a knife against the sole of her new heels. Angie told her it was a trick so you don't end up eating shit on the floor and breaking something. They smiled at each other before Angie sauntered away.

Blue did not have her own set tonight and instead was walking around handing drinks out to the men who tipped her nicely. It was a nice change of scenery.

Blue waved at Liam who was watching her intensely. Ever since Harry had come to pick her up, Liam had been acting strange. When Liam didn't wave back, Blue frowned. He was never the type to ignore her. She quickly put a poker face on and went about her way. She didn't want to overthink. He was probably having a bad day or wasn't even looking at her to begin with.

It was around 1 AM when Blue saw the curly haired man of her dreams step foot into the club. Blue watched as Harry bumped into Liam, a smirk rising on his lips as Liam told him something. Blue wondered what it could be. Maybe she'd pester him about it later.

Harry made his way through the dimly lit club. Blue thought he looked handsome when the pink neon lights pressed into his skin as he neared the stage. His eyes caught hers, a smile forming on their lips.

As she was walking over to him, Angie grasped her wrist lightly. She had walked down the steps and was urging Blue to join her. All the girls had begun to cheer and the men followed suit. She looked at Harry who was smiling.

Blue slowly walked up the stairs, the smell of tree tea oil and her perfume clogging her senses. This particular side of the stage had two poles next to each other meant for duo performances. A lot of the girls love to dance together, especially when a new girl joins the crew. Angie and Blue begun to climb it in sync. They have done this before, it was something that made these men go crazy. Two attractive women pole dancing together and then dancing on top of one another could be added to the list of weaknesses for grown, married men. As they spun, money flooded the floor beneath them. The black tile seemingly disappeared, leaving different bills facing up. Angie spun Blue around when the music switched to some reggaetón. Blue begun to swing her hips against Angie while she placed her hands on her hips, moving them with the beat of the music. Whistles and hollers rang in Blue's ears but all she could focus on was Harry.

Harry watched, with a gaze on his face that was unreadable. His jaw was clenched, his fingers gripping his knee tightly and his lip stuck between his teeth as he chewed on it. Blue wished she could be the one to chew on it.

When the music stopped, Angie kissed Blue and they hugged. The other girls came rushing on to help the two collect the money that was thrown at them.

"I'll be back Angie," Blue muttered as she rushed down the steps to Harry. His corner was dark now as the lights were now dim again. When she approached him, he looked at her. The same unreadable expression hazed over his face .

"Hello Harry, I didn't expect to see you here tonight," Blue exclaimed. She was happy he was here, she hadn't seen him since she woke up in his guest bedroom.

"Hello beautiful Blue. You guys put quite a performance."

"Thank you, Angie usually likes to put on shows Friday nights with everyone."

"I liked the show but I don't like how these men stare at you." Harry had gotten closer to Blue. "They stare at you like you're a piece of meat. Like you're available for them."

She swallowed loudly. She hoped he would put his hand on her neck again like last time. Only this time, she wouldn't turn him away. Reject his sweet touch or reject his sweet lips.

"I don't belong to anyone but myself Harry." She felt strong for standing up for herself. She wasn't going to give in so easily.

"That's partially correct. You belong to yourself but you also belong to me."

Harry grabbed her neck with his hand. His soft hand. Blue noticed his rings were missing as the stinging from the metal didn't pierce her warm skin.

"Do I really Harry?" She looked up at him, that unreadable expression becoming much more obvious to her.

It was lust.

Instead of answering, he bent down. His lips gently grazed her own. The jolt of electricity sent a shiver down her spine. Her legs buckled but Harry kept her tight against his body. Despite being almost nude, she felt like she was suffocating in the Sahara. He was making her hot and bothered. He pressed his lips against hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck, wanting to dig into those beautiful curls that surrounded his head.

If this is what Cloud 9 felt like then Blue was surely in heaven. His lips, his touch, and his warmth sent her body into a euphoric state. She wanted to continue kissing him until her lips went numb. Wanted to continue feeling his warmth until she fainted from dehydration. He made her crazy.

When Harry pulled away, the glimmer in his eyes returned alongside their beautiful mossy green color. He was no longer hungry, aching for a taste of his Blue. Aching for a sip of her soul. He had it.

Harry wrapped his arms around Blue, hugging her as she rested her head against his chest. Harry looked up and locked eyes with Liam, who had watched the whole thing unfold.

Harry smirked. He felt accomplished. His plan had been set into motion.