Should We Just Keep Driving? [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 14

Five years ago

The Velvet had four rooms: Whiskey, Champagne, Rum, and Liquor. These rooms would be used by the dancers whenever a patron requested a special dance.

The patrons could attend by themselves with one or two girls or go as a group with several girls. There, the girls could rub off on them, sit on their laps and be all sweet like honey; however, the patrons could not touch the girls or entice them in any way. The rooms had cameras and bodyguards outside, to make sure no shenanigans happened outside of the lines. And the patrons were respectful.

Whenever it was one of Liam's girls going in the back, the cameras would be disconnected, and the light outside would turn off. As soon as the transaction was over, the room would be up and running.

However, at that moment, the room was being used by someone else. The ever-so-pretty Harmony, used her mouth on him with proficiency, loving the taste and feel of him. Her hand playing with herself, as she gave a show to her patron, who showed little to no reaction.

She was reaching the peak of pleasure, as her hand moved skilfully on her centre of pleasure, paired up with the movement of her mouth. Her high-pitched moan echoed around the room, her reflection copied and pasted all around the mirrors. With a mouth full she orgasmed all over herself and felt her mouth become bitter with his orgasm as well. Slowly, she came down focusing on herself. Feeling goddess-like and sensual, she looked at the man staring at her with green eyes and long curly hair. She drank all of him and licked him clean. It was delicious. He was delicious.

The woman got to her feet, picking up her thong from the carpet and running it up her legs, beneath her strapless short dress.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Harmony fixed her lipstick and her hair.

"Hey..."

Harmony turned around, hoping to see a face of devotion. Oh! Imagine if she was the one to win his heart. The other girls would die of envy!

Once she saw the reason he was calling, her heart grew cold. He had his hand stretched out with a few bills on it.

"Here."

It had been a job.

When Harry came up to her, talking her up and buying her drinks, Harmony genuinely believed he was interested in her - as Harmony. Harry was desired by all the girls and, unlike Liam who was always between someone's legs and was more than welcomed, Harry did not do it.

He was the grand jewel. The big prize.

Of course, there was a difference between a job and pleasure. The goal was not to just fuck Harry (which was a challenging task on its own), but instead to get him interested enough that he'd do it willingly and want to stay. That in the end, he wouldn't have money stretched out to her.

Harmony walked over and took the money.

"Thank you."

"That's for Liam," Harry responded. Then took another sum and handed it to her. "For you. I heard something about your payment for Uni being late. That might cover half of the semester."

"You didn't have to do that..."

Harry sat with his pants unzipped, legs parted with his deflated cock laying on the side while fishing for a cigarette.

"Don't make me regret it," He responded, with a cigar in his mouth. "Close the door on your way out, love."

And with that roll of cash in hand, but unable to achieve the goal, Harmony left Harry to his own devices.