DECIMATE H.S

Saviour

H.S

Tonight is the night Masie dresses as the clubs mascot waitress.

She did exactly what she proposed; made a costume and sent me a promotional image of her wearing it for the Facebook page.

So far; it's going off.

The club is always busy but tonight it's packed.

Masie sure did bring in a crowd.

I watch her from the balcony walking around with the bar plate on her arm; handing out people's exquisite drinks

God, she's incredible.

The crowd absolutely love her.

I walk down the stairs; being stopped 100 times for banter with people who claim to know me; when the only person who truly knows me is dressed in a silk leotard, stealing the show.

I finally make my way over to her, tapping her on the back.

"Yes? How can I help you?" She says in a light, bubbly waitress voice.

"Just wondering If I can get some of this" I say, spinning her around and taking a hand full of her firm ass in my hand.

"Harry! You scared me! I thought You were some creep feeling me up!" she laughs, gently slapping my shoulder.

Suddenly, what looks to be a security guard grabs me and pulls me off her.

"Hands off, or I'll throw you out" he says, standing in between me and Masie.

"What the fuck? I own this club?" I say, getting pissed off real quick.

"I'm just doing my job" he says, protecting Masie.

"For started, she's my fucking girlfriend and secondly who the fuck hired you?" I spit, looking up to the large man.

"Zayn did, he promised me a job. I was unaware that Masie is your girlfriend and that you're the owner, I apologise" he says, stepping away.

"Yeah whatever, but you're protecting her from the wrong person" I say.

"Sorry sir" he says, walking away.

"What a dick" I say, grabbing Masies waist.

"Ooh I love this song!" Masie says, starting to sway her luscious hips.

"Now now, don't get too crazy" I laugh, smiling at her.

Suddenly she gets pulled away by the crowd, screaming girls and guys dancing and siting to the song, surrounding my Masie.

Fuck, she couldn't be any more perfect.

I dash up stairs again while she's occupied, going to hunt Zayn down.

I pass drunk women trying to get to my dick as usual, none of them even catching my attention, the only one I need has everyone else's attention.

I finally find Zayn, siting between some hoes getting stoned as usual.

"Yo, Zayn. Since when did you hire that fucking dopey ass security guard?" I ask.