Barricade Bunny

CHAPTER TWENTYSEVEN: SLOW HANDS

Adorning his curvy body in his favourite emerald- green lacy corset with diamond details, lace-lined emerald-green booty shorts and velvet black 6-inch heels, Louis makes his way over to his vanity to apply a light layer of makeup. BB cream, powder, blush, highlight bright enough to be seen by the gods above and a quick swipe of mascara on his already long lashes. Taking a deep breath before applying his shimmer gloss Louis prepares himself to take to the stage for the first time in a long time. He knows his body will be sore tomorrow, but it will be all worth it to get back into a normal routine. Forgetting the last few months is very needed for his mental health right now. While getting ready Louis glances over to the other vanities of his co-workers noticing they all have a bouquet of yellow roses. Louis thinks how rude it is that they all have roses, and he doesn't, but he hasn't been here for a while so maybe that's why. 

Curiosity gets the better of him and he creeps over to take a look at the note in the gorgeous bouquet closest to his seat, "Have a great show tonight, All the love x." Louis stops immediately recognising those words, there is no way he has moved on to a female that works at the same place he does, it can't be. 

Moving on to the next bouquet Louis grabs the note, "Enjoy the show, All the love x." What the fuck? Louis thinks to himself. They have to be from the same person, but it can't be his person. "He's not mine," Louis says out loud. He knows he must look insane right now standing in lingerie, heels and talking to himself. "Fuck this, time to dance," Louis mutters.

Hearing the intro music to one of his favourite songs Louis shakes himself out of the funk he can feel creeping in. This is what he's good at. There won't be any stripping tonight as he chose a riskier outfit. The song he has chosen gives dirty but sexy vibes. He can hip thrust, shake his ass, do some pole work and get everyone on the edge of their seats wanting more for the second song, if the crowd is enjoying it, he might do a surprise song at the end where he does a little extra but for his first night back, Louis plans to just hit them hard and fast.

"Boom, boom, boom, WOO"

You've got this Louis. You are made for this. Curves, ass, eyes, legs. Let's get the bag.

"Boom, Boom, Boom"

The curtains open on the last note leaving the crowd exposed to nothing but Louis' feet under the spotlight.

"We should take this back to my place, that's what she said right to my face".

Slowly gliding backwards Louis exposes more and more of his body. He can sense eyes on him exactly like he wants it.

"That's what she said right to my face, 'cause I want you bad, yeah, I want you baby".

Louis is now fully under the spotlight with his back towards the crowd, he pops his hips to the beat shifting his weight from one leg to the other and raising his arms outwards away from his body. Running his hands down his curves Louis can feel more and more eyes on him. He drags one foot outwards and drops into a half squat bringing his outstretched leg back toward himself while popping his booty and standing straight upright.

"And I hope you feel the same way, yeah, 'cause I want you bad, yeah, I want you baby".

Louis sways his way over to the pole with his back still towards the crowd, hitting every beat with his hips as he walks. He grabs onto the pole and as the beat drops for the beginning of the chorus, he grinds in towards the pole.

"Slow, slow hands, like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry"

Louis grips his ass tightly in his delicate hands, softly spanking his ass cheek before running his hands upwards over the curve at the base of his spine, around the front of his hips and up over his head. He grabs onto the pole throwing himself into a fan kick to not reveal his face to the crowd yet.

"No, no chance. That I'm leaving here without you on me."

Louis pulls himself up the pole slightly before dropping down into a crucifix, knowing this move makes his ass and legs look incredible. He knows he's about to reveal himself to the crowd and will either get a good or bad reaction. This is always the scariest part of the night, but it has to be done.

"Yeah, I already know that there aint no stopping".

Slowly Louis raises himself back up the pole, making sure to elongate his arms and legs to appear taller than he is.

"Your plans"

Louis swings his legs from one side to the other on the beat, here goes nothing he thinks to himself.

"And those slow hands, woo".

Louis drops himself slightly on the pole to end up in an inside-leg hang pose. He expects a reaction from the crowd since he had a few regulars before his break but what he doesn't expect is to see not one person looking at him. Everyone is chatting, dancing, and carrying on like there is no dancer on stage. The song is continuing in the background, but Louis is gobsmacked. He slowly slides down the pole, stands facing the crowd and waits for a few more lines to see if anyone notices him and to Louis' utmost horror they don't. He walks back to the curtain to find all the other dancers hiding just out of sight and watching him.

"What the fuck did you all do?" Louis seethes. "I know you are mad at me because I went away but this is my fucken job not some prank park where it's okay to have this happen to a fellow dancer." Louis storms back to the dressing room not even bothering to glance at anyone he passes. It seems not one person spared him a glance anyway.

Upon entering the room Louis is glad it's empty as he needs time to figure out what the fuck is happening in this place. He hasn't been gone long enough for everyone to flip on him, maybe it's the new boss or all these new changes that everyone keeps mentioning. He needs a smoke, badly. He reaches for his dance bag, stopping completely still in his tracks when he notices a bouquet of daffodils sitting neatly where his dance bag once was. Louis sits harshly on the floor in front of the gorgeous flowers to retrieve the note which oddly enough is written on a black card with gold writing, "Read the letter L, All the love x".

Louis screams, wondering how the fuck he can read a letter that he had placed in his dance bag which is now coincidentally missing along with everything except his robe and a pair of emerald- green fluffy slippers.

If this is what Louis thinks it is then there is going to be hell to pay, not only for himself but also for that pig-headed, 'new boss!'

Game on Mr. All the love.