Faceless [H.S]

Burning Desire. 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

HARRY'S P.O.V

Cloud Nine.

Once again.

I found myself in the back of the club like an absolute creep, waiting by the ATM's and looking at the half naked women parade themself around. I didn't really want to do this shit but I wanted to get it done already. I was tired of going back and forth about Liam. I was going to kill him. Tonight.

"Boss," I heard Julie's voice beside me. I turned to her, eyebrows furrowed. I didn't even realize she was next to me. She gave a nod, a small smile on her face. "What brings you in tonight?"

"I'm looking for Valerie," I replied, smoothly. "Just wanna see if she's okay from the other night, you know? Is she here?"

Lie.

She raised an eyebrow. "I forgot about that. She's here, do you want me to go get her for you--?"

"Can you tell her someone's waiting for her for a private dance?" I asked, a small smile on my face. She nodded, smiling back at me.

"Ever got a dance? From her?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Well, consider yourself lucky if you get one from her," Julie said, turning around and looking toward the stage. "She's actually about to go on, but I'll tell her after someone's waiting for her. You can just watch her if you like, in the meantime. Business is business, I can't take her off the stage," she explained.

"'Course," I said, looking toward the lit up stage. Julie gave me a reassuring squeeze on my shoulder and walked off. Like clockwork, Valerie appeared.

She walked into the stage oozing confidence and sexuality, and of course horny men scattered to the stage like roaches. The song began, lights changing from hot pink and red. It contrasted well against her white outfit. It looked like a harness on her chest, her breasts exposed as she sported matching white thigh garters and thigh high white boots. Valerie's hair was pulled into a high ponytail, exposing the white collar around her neck. She looked different.

She gripped the pole and did a couple laps as the song began. It was slow, dark, melodic. The piano paired with the woman's sultry voice made it all come to life.

Every Saturday night I get dressed up to ride for you, baby
Cruising down the street on Hollywood and Vine for you, baby
I drive fast, wind in my hair, push it to the limits 'cause I just don't care
You ask me where I've been?
I been everywhere

She climbs up the pole, spinning. It's almost hypnotizing how her body moves, every movement is calculated. I never watched her dance. Last time I was here, I was really focusing on how to get the answers about Liam. I wasn't even looking at her, then. Now I'm staring.

I've got a burning desire for you, baby
(I've got a burning desire, come on tell me boy)
I've got a burning desire for you, baby
(I've got a burning desire, come on tell me boy)

I watched as Valerie lip synced to the lyrics, leaning back against the pole, grinding into the air. Her hips and the piano turned into one; combining. It was as if she had every movement thought out, every single move transitioned perfectly into each other. I walked forward a bit, to get a better look. There was a pillar beside me, so I leaned against it, arms folded. Why wait without looking at the show, first?