Love lays embedded deeply within the practice of deception. We immerse ourselves quickly in new realities much like a curious journalism student getting a job at a BDSM club but starts to uncover things aren't quite as they appeared originally on th...
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Out of breath. Sweating. Shining under the hot pink lighting that pours intensely down on my exposed body, my chest heaving as my performance comes to a close.
With dozens of eyes raking over my glimmering skin there's a small smile of exhilaration plastered on my tired face, money remains scattered across the stage along with bills tucked into my soft pink thong that's showing off my legs that I carefully untangle from the cold sleek pole.
After working three shifts since my practice go round the pole last week according to Sugar I have become a bit of a hit to the people who frequent the club, a breath of innocent air in her words. I learnt quickly that not all the girls here dance, some, like Petal and Blaze, walk around to deliver drinks.
I've gotten to socialise with a few of the girls but I'm often on shift with Sugar who again in her words, is the main stripper up in this bitch, so I certainly feel comfortable especially when she doesn't mind me hiding behind her body whenever Harry is nearby.
There haven't been any words exchanged between the two of us thank fuck because his words from last week haven't left my mind once.
"You'll pay for that."
For what? Doing my job?
That's beside the point though, I want to stay as far away from him as possible as he waltzes around the place with his head held high and a cocky smirk plastered over his face with people parting to not get in his way. If he hadn't pissed me off recently then I'd find it endearing, if our interaction had simply been left as a one-night stand in an office of this building then I probably would find my eyes gravitating to his presence.
However, being here brings me constant distractions due to either hiding out in the dressing rooms between performances instead of mingling and drinking out in the main area of the club like everyone else does when they come off stage. I much prefer the quiet time, plus, hiding away kind of guarantees that Harry can't make me pay.
I do like Niall though, he makes me the same drink whenever I approach the bar and just tones down the alcohol content when I'm on shift which I appreciate a lot, dwindling it down without asking throughout the night so I don't end up getting drunk. Not a lot of conversation is ever exchanged between us but whenever he does speak it's nothing condescending or intimidating.
It is, however, obvious when he's high because he gets a lot more smiley and close normally towards closing when he's gone out and smoked a joint with McKenzie or Sugar to then return a little too giddy for his own good.
He's not the only one who manages to get something illegal into his system during work hours, there's been a handful of times where I've noticed Harry hunched over the bartop with his back to where everyone is sitting as he snorts white powder up his nose. No one seems to ever bat an eyelid at his behaviour and I'm slowly learning it is simply normal around here.
