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...
Warning: sexual assault (unwanted touching) panic attack & brief violence.
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The chaos of the other night in the club hasn't left my mind ever since. I worked the following night, nothing seemed awkward between myself and Sugar which I appreciated greatly. She was her usual happy self the entire night, we even ventured back into Euphoria to explore more of the intimate spaces curiously but I'm not ready to work in that area just yet.
I continued with my dances, feeling confident in my own skin as the voice of Harry was pushed to the back of my mind because who cares if I'm being used for my body? I certainly don't, I feel good living this way so I'm not going to listen to his nagging grating voice contaminating my mind.
It was like I was finally completely enjoying my job, the people I chose to surround myself with there were always so kind to me. Niall, George, Sugar and Petal are the four I opt to spend the most time with for obvious reasons but I learnt more about the other girls and enjoy their company also.
Meaning I don't spend a lot of time anymore hiding away from everyone in the dressing room between performances but I do hang out in the shadows of the bar with Niall often because he's always in the same place no matter what. It's enjoyable being there, not staring at my phone and waiting for the time to pass but instead valuing the time with people who like my company in return.
On his approach over to where I sit content, Niall's brows raise with a small smile curling on his face while carrying some empty glasses ready to be washed. "Are you drunk over there, Little Rose?"
My lips quirk at the corners around my straw, pausing slurping my drink to respond. "Just merely tipsy." I show him with my thumb and forefinger how tipsy I am, keeping them so close I can feel them about to graze one another but his laughter makes me pull them down.
"I should cut you off." He states but his smile tells a different story as he moves to lean his back to the crowds of people, now facing me with his full attention.
I'm sitting like a happy child on Christmas. Swinging my legs in contentment with tall heels weaving up my calves, my body already changed into my next light pink outfit consisting of a lot of sheer lace and not much being left to the imagination.
"You're going to look like a baby giraffe up on that stage in a minute." He continued.
I gasped dramatically as I pulled my drink down, the pink strawberry liquid sloshing in the cocktail glass from the momentum. Staring at him with a faux offended expression while pressing my hand to my heart to further my point.
I didn't even need to say a word to get my point across as he shook his head with a light laugh that I could hardly hear over the booming sound of music that continued to vibrate the walls throughout the night.
"You're going to get me in trouble." He tells me while folding his exposed arms over his chest, the white sleeves of his shirt folded up to his elbows to keep cool in this sweaty environment.
