A.M. ↠ zarry AU

desire

de·sire

/dəˈzī(ə)r/

noun

a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.

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Over the next two weeks Harry got to know more and more of Liam's clientèle and really started making a name for himself at Silk. Now, the pair sat in Liam's lounge at his cozy beach house counting the money that they made after a very busy weekend. "How much is that altogether?" Harry asked stretching.

"Over these last few weeks," He entered some numbers in the calculator, "2300."

"Shit.. I was hoping I'd at least be halfway by now." Harry huffed and rested his chin in his hand.

"Not as easy as it looks, but you're almost there." Liam smiled.

Harry laughed dryly. "Hey, uh.. when can I start finding my own clients and stuff?"

"Probably after the end of the month - that's if you make it and Viv's happy with you." Liam joked making Harry roll his eyes. "Don't worry, man. You'll make it. You just need more experience, find what you like, who you like, y'know?"

"Yeah." Harry mumbled. He was having a hard time with Liam's women. They obviously liked Liam's persona, how he treated them, and what he had to offer and it took longer to get used to someone like Harry.

"Let's get back to Silk. You can meet some of the cam girls. Maybe you'll be interested in that."

"Cam girls? Like live sex?" Harry asked as they walked to Liam's Chevy.

"Sex, striptease, go - go dancing, it all depends on what people want to see." Liam shrugged, "Then there's the hotline. I think you'll be very popular with that, because of your accent and what not."

Harry contemplated that and weighed the pros and cons.

Pros? Money.
Duh.

Cons? No sex. He would get bored with things pretty fast.

***

Once back at Silk the boys found just who they were looking for in the hallway next to the lounge. "Oh, Véronique, this is Harry." Liam had said and stopped a petite girl with snow white skin and dark choppy locks.

"Oooh, oui. The new boy." She said with a thick French accent very prominent on her voice. Harry had heard of her - or rather, heard her during one of her cam sessions last week. "Is he, uhm, interested in camera working?" She asked with a giggle and tilted her head to look up at Harry.

With you, possibly.

She was gorgeous and dainty. Her red mini dress with long bell sleeves accentuated the whole 'innocent' look and was a perfect compliment for her wide brown/green eyes.

"Oh, this is my girlfriend, Lydia." Véronique said and stopped a black girl who was coming down the stairs.

Girlfriend?

Harry bit his lip and took in her appearance. She had on a baby pink silk nightgown that barely covered what needed to be covered. Her long, smooth, athletic legs went on for days and Harry just couldn't stop himself from imagining what they would look like wrapped around his waist. Sharp cheekbones and full, plump lips along with long set eyelashes would have almost anyone dropping to their knees for her.

"Bonjour," She lifted a perfect manicured hand to shake Harry's own. Her voice was slightly deeper and had a more raspiness to it than Véronique's but that French accent was so beautifully there, enticing Harry even more.