Larry Stylinson Smut

Money Is The Motive

Louis loosens his tie as he steps into his Mercedes Benz after a long, exhausting day at the law firm. He runs his hand through his hair, keeping one hand on the wheel and heading on the route home through the city. But as he stops at a light, he looks to the left and sees a dark colored brick building with a pink lightup sign saying 'girls, girls, girls' with an open entrance. But on the other side of the building theres a set of closed doors, and above them is a blue lightup sign that says 'boys, boys, boys'. And Louis decides, he could use a break. As he makes a left towards the strip club, he definitely doesn't think about all that he could do with the amount of money in his wallet.
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He walks in, and everyone looks at him like some sort of outsider. A petite man, with flippy hair? Yeah, outsider alright. The music is almost unbarably loud, but tolerable. There's middle aged men everywhere, and even a couple of women who seem to be housewives. He walks towards a silver stage shaped in a 'T' with four poles spread across the front. He takes a seat in one of the set of chairs closest to the stage. On stage now, there is a pretty blonde man, sort of short but absolutely lovely. Beside him, is a black haired boy, with tattoos gracing his slim body and cheekbones to stop a war. On the third pole there's a tall built man with only a few tattoos, and short brown hair. As he moves, the muscles in his back flex.

Louis decides the blonde is too boyish, the brown haired one isn't really his type- but then the most beautiful thing Louis has ever seen struts on stage in only black, tight shorts showing half of his cute little arse, and combat boots. He's got wild curly brown hair that Louis wants to pull and run his hands through. He stares in complete awe at what he's pretty sure are green eyes. The man has a long and wide torso and tattoos literally scattered over his left upperarm. On his chest are some swallows, and Louis gulps because he's pretty damn sure about what he wants to swallow. He's got long nice legs that sort of stomp him around everywhere. He's clumsy, but careful. He goes to the last pole, the one directly in front of Louis. The man grinds and dances against the pole, swaying around with the heavy beat of the music. Louis lasts about two minutes before he runs up to the front counter and asks the manager,

"How much would a private room be, with him?" Louis points at the curly haired man on stage.

"Harry? Depends on what you want mate."

Louis takes in the name and wants to remember it forever. "I want everything."

The manager raises an eyebrow at Louis' dazed expression but nods, "Anything but sex. That's off limits. But five hours with him will be $500."

Louis doesn't even flinch as he pulls out a fat wad of cash.

"Just give that to Harry when you're finished."

Louis nods and puts the cash away, but then remembers something, "Do you happen to sell champagne or wine?"

The man behind the counter nods. And Louis turns to look at the gorgeous man on the pole. Louis doesn't take his eyes off of Harry, "Give me the best bottle you have."

The manager nods then calls for a bouncer, "Tell Harry to get to room seven in Hall A."

The bouncer then goes to the stage and calls Harry's name and says something in his ear. Harry looks around then his eyes land on Louis and his heart almost drops. Harry's eyes are definitely green. Harry waves and gives Louis a genuine smile before he heads toward a hallway and disappears.

Louis taps his fingers impatiently on the counter, waiting for them to get the champagne to the room Harry is in. The manager speaks into a walkie-talkie then speaks to Louis, "Harry and your champagne are waiting in room seven. Just got down that hall, last door on the right." Louis turns around and basically jogs down the hallway, he stares at the door and takes a deep breath before opening it.