Lights flashing, music loud, crowds clapping and girls dancing. This was just another day in your life as the infamous magenta stripper. As you walked onto the stage, eyes of strangers stared into you, taking in your lingerie clad body as dirty and sinful thoughts came to their perverted minds. Your hips swayed with the beat of the loud club music as your hands danced along your body, teasing the crowd with a mischievous grin on your face. It's hard to believe that you were once insecure about the way you looked or danced, but it's true and the confidence you have now definitely did take a lot of time to gather but you eventually got there and now you're basically ruling this industry.
Guys and gays worshipped you whilst girls and the rest of the strippers envied how amazing you were at what you do but nonetheless showed you nothing but love and support. You were a respected member of the club and you appreciated it, especially as it did get you to repeatedly see someone you've had your eyes on for a while and that very exact person could say the same for you.
Your eyes pranced along the crowd, sending lustful and eager looks out as you grabbed ahold of the pole and gently swayed your hips on it, setting a slow rhythm of going back and forth. Every move of yours was graceful, something that had people whistling at you and cheering. Although working in a strip club was amazing and you got the much needed money, it did come with some consequences and that was having you feel like an object. Like a piece of meat and nothing more.
But you quickly brush that thought away as you swing yourself around the pole and grab at your covered breast, massaging it infront of the crowd once again earning more whistles. Your eyes prance along the crowd and a pair of familiar green orbs catch your attention making you gulp and bite at your lips seductively.
You look at the handsome man, who you've come to know as Harry Styles, through your eyelashes, throwing a wink his way. The man smirks and taps his lap urging you to go and greet him. Harry Styles was a man of taste, and not just because he had chosen you but also because of his sense of style. He was always suited up in colourful and bright suits, making sure his hair was groomed right and that his body was inked up. This all just made him that much more hot and gossip had it that he was an eligible bachelor so all girls were onto him, trying to catch his attention but you knew his attention was on you and you only.
As you made your way over to him, you threw seductive glances to all the other people in the club making sure they don't feel left out as after all you were a stripper and that came with the pressures of making everyone else feel satisfied.
Now, you were stood above Mr Styles, smirking as you turned around and started giving him a lap dance infront of everyone. "Hell yeah" he groaned, smirking as you worked your way up and down on his crotch making everyone gawk at you, practical drooling from how hot you looked.
"You like that?" You whispered, head leaning back so that your mouth was next to his ear, your breath was hot against his neck making goosebumps appear all over his body.
"Love it. I think I might need a private session after this" he replied, voice seductively hot making your mind go crazy as you continued moving your ass up and down on him. He's never asked for a private session before, so it's definitely had you nervous but you also knew this was probably a one time thing so you had to take your chances. As you made your decision, Harry made sure not to touch you, it was a policy of the club and you could tell he was trying his hardest to hold back.
"A private session it is then. Room 7 is where I'll be" you whisper as you get off the man and go dance and interact with the other people in the crowd. You're soon ending the dance with having your legs spread around the pole and a smirk on your face, satisfied with how good you had done today and just then the lights go off as you strut off the stage, looking as sexy as ever.
