runaways || h.s

eight;

                Lola hadn't passed up the opportunity to join Harry, so – leaving her trash on the table with a promise to herself she'd get it later – she quickly made her way to the bathroom, discarding the tee off to the side before she even got there.

They'd taken over an hour, with quite a bit of sex involved, before getting out pruned and soaking wet.

The two of them had work tonight, and knowing they were going to be busy with other things, they made the rest of their short-lived day with each other by sharing a bag of weed and using Lola's new bong from one of the girls at the club. The weed went by quickly, the both of them feeling a small high.

“I'm excited about this new routine we're trying out tonight,” Lola said, all smiles and flowers as she laid back onto the rug with her hands behind her head and her legs propped up on Harry's lap.

“Why's that?” His query was impending.

“We get to bring a guy on stage. It's different, y'know? When I suggested the idea the girls were elated and Nic really had no choice but to say yes.”

Harry wasn't sure what there was about it that made him tense up at the idea, but he still asked, “And do what with them up there?”

“There'll be chairs," Lola explained. “Set up in a line along the runway, and whoever we pull will sit there and get a lap dance – for a fee, of course. It's quite simple, really.” She hadn't seemed fazed by Harry's badly-hidden disapproval.

“Right,” he said instead of adding on his lack of excitement towards her dance and damaging Lola’s chipper mood. He’s even considered saying something to make her just as jealous as he was, but decided against that unruly idea seeing as she might have not gotten upset anyway.

They continued to talk for about an hour more without a decline in mood or comfort with each other; a make-out session on the couch with wandering hands proving this. Though they were still unsure about exactly what they were, they were quite handsy with each other, but neither disapproved.

Lola’s mood had heightened by the time she’d gotten to work and the girls got her high in the backroom as they prepared for the show. She let it slip a few times what had happened between her and Harry, but no one understood through her mumbles. But when the group was sat – dressed and ready for the first set – Lola said quite loudly that her and Harry had sex a few times the night before and earlier this morning; much to Nicolette’s dismay. None of the girls really knew what to say knowing Nic had (or wanted to have) the reins on Harry and he was hers and no one was to touch him.

“Oh, really?” Nic said in disbelief, with little hope that Lola was making a joke.

Lola nodded and took a sip out of someone else’s glass. “He’s amazing in bed. Christ, I’ve never felt anything like it.”

No one had said anything else and Lola didn’t really seem to notice or be bothered by the fact. Nic pursed her lips, saying nothing but, “We’re on in three.”

Forgetting all about her little confession backstage, the show seemed to be going great for Lola and the guys loved her, maybe a little too much for Harry to bare over by the bar where a group of disorderly young men sat whistling out her name. This even seemed to rile Nicolette up more because she started to trip up Lola and take her position in organized dances. And the dance Lola had been waiting for and that was entirely her idea, she’d been kicked from.

“This is unfair!” Lola yelped, her arms crossing over her bare chest.

“I don’t make the rules, sweetheart,” a stage manager spoke with no clear means of sorrow. “Nic told me to tell you that you’re out.” He turned and began to make his way down the hall back towards the stage where everything was being set up and her fill was taking her position. “Oh,” he said turning back. “And if you’d like to wait for me after the set just like that, I’d love it.”