Beauty and the Bitch (1D FANFIC)

Hot and Bothered

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Harry’s POV

I stormed out of Daisy’s house all hot and bothered and rather pissed off that she had ended it so suddenly. The kiss had been so magnificent, and I knew that I had never kissed a girl that intensely before.

When I closed my eyes, I could still feel her body on top of mine. I was still rock hard as I sat in my car and tried to get a hold of myself before I started driving. Her simple question “Do you want me?” was enough to give me an erection, and I hated her for that.

I had only known her for a few weeks, and seen her in person twice, and yet she had this random control of me that I’m sure she was completely unaware of. Now that I had gotten a taste, I wanted the whole thing. I put my head in my hands and grabbed fistfuls of my hair. My eyes closed and I desperately tried eradicating the thought of Daisy’s perfect body from my mind.

The way she kissed me, the way she teased me, the way she grinded her perfect arse against my crotch was enough to send me over the edge. I knew it was basically impossible to get her out my head, but I figured it was worth a try. I slammed my hands onto the steering wheel and laid my forehead against it.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. Why go for Daisy when there are some cheap whores at the strip club? I smiled to myself as I sat up straight in my car. I knew I needed some strippers, and I needed them now. I started my car and drove off at a speed three times the speed limit.

I drove to the strip club in a fury, cutting people off and receiving glares and death threats from a vast amount of people. I had to get some action, and I knew I needed it as soon as possible. Daisy got me so worked up, and it pissed me off.

Finally getting to the strip club, I parked on my reserved spot, and walked in. An array of girls dancing in thongs and bras filled my vision and I breathed a sigh of relief. They shook their arses and gave the middle-aged men in the room seductive faces as they flung dollar bills onto the stages. The lighting was dim, and the decorations were cheap, but I literally did not give two shits. I needed a hoe giving me a lap dance, and I needed it now. I walked up the manager Bill, and quickly shook his hand.

“I need one now Bill.” I said urgently, looking him dead in the eye.

“Sure sir, we’ll give you Cherri, she’s our best.” He said, winking at me.

I smiled satisfactorily and walked into the VIP room. I sat on the fake leather red couches while sporting a hard on, and waited for the bitch to come in. Finally after what seemed like an eternity but was most likely only three minutes, Cherri walked in with a thong on, fishnets, high heels, and no top. I eyed her breasts hungrily as they bounced up and down as she approached me.

“Hello handsome. Boss says you want a lap dance, but I’m willing to give you more than that.” She said as she wrapped her hands around my neck.

They were slightly clammy and I cringed at her touch. She straddled me and started grinding on me, exactly like Daisy had, but it wasn’t satisfying.

The way her hips were moving weren’t as versatile and sexy as Daisy’s. She looked into my eyes and bit her lip just as Daisy had done, but her lips were shaped weird and her eyes were too far apart on her face. She was also wearing fake contacts, so I had no idea what her real eyes looked like, which bothered me for some reason. They probably weren't as pretty as Daisy's anyway.