Stripper

Chapter 3.

Title: Stripper

Parings: Harry/Louis

Word count: 788

Summary: Harry Styles works for a society called ATS3 (anti-trafficking-stripping-sellingyourbody-society) when he meets a peson who will change both of their lives. He sees this person and gets a desire to protect this drug addicted and sexually abused human. However, Harry has a secret that only the most trusted people in his life know about. Will he keep it like that or will he open up his heart for this person and show it a side of him no one else have seen?

Author's note: Hi love! Finally, here is the next chapter! I'm SO excitet, we are finally getting some clues of what is going to happen through this story. But, if you think that boys with eyeliner sounds weird, do please watch "burlesque"... I know, Cam Gigandet is pretty nice looking... ;)

Lots of love MMA

The building on the outside was quite a neutral looking building. Brick walls and windows with their curtains blocking for curious passing-bys from getting a glimpse of the world inside. Everything said that this was just an ordinary building except from the sign saying: “The Golden Theatre. Both gendered stripping club.”

Inside a lightly dressed female took our jackets and showed us through to a room with a reception and two corridors at each side of some wide stairs leading down to a great hall filled with people, servants and some highly skilled strippers on a stage which filled the opposite wall and ended in the centre of the room by a long platform.

Liam paid our tickets and we all went slowly down the stairs overwhelmed by the sight. The room alone was beautifully decorated with paintings in the celling, several cubicles on the walls all around the room with golden curtains in their openings. The walls were in this calming and deep, but sexy red-ish colour and there where golden pillars from the roof to the floor along with the walls.

It was as if they had taken a theatre and made it into a stripping club.

Our group spread out and I was suddenly left alone with only a pat on the shoulder from Liam. One of those pats who says “you’re going to be fine… Hopefully” and, hopefully, I would be. After all, why wouldn’t I?

I went to the bar to get something to drink. Everybody else seemed to be doing their own thing, whether or not that meant to be involved with a stripper or just watching one, or two.

“What can I get you today?” One of the bartenders asked brightly. He had a crocked smile, was indeed topless and wore as far as I could see some black pants and patent leather shoes. And, of cause, he wore a white tie and black eyeliner.

“I guess just a dry martini or something…” The bartender smiled again and started to make the martini. “Are you here alone?” The bartender asked. “Don’t most people come here alone?” I answered thinking about who I would have brought if I were to come here without ATS3. “I guess they do” he answered and continued with a wink. “Here you go, one dry martini on the house.” “Thank you” I answered with a nod and walked off into the crowd.

I could spot Jordan from where I stood, and he was really getting into his role. He was at the moment being gestured into one of the private dancing rooms by a beautiful stripper, with long brown hair and dark eyes.  I sat down on a free couch in a cubicle. The upholstery was of cause deep red and the wooden parts had also a warm and deep colour.

The band which was playing tonight started playing Pon De Replay, Rihanna, as three male strippers came out on the stage. The one who was furthest away was lean, but had broad shoulders. He was blond and had strong blue eyes. The second ones were quite muscular and had probably lots of baby oil on. He was black and had black, messy, but short hair. The one who was closest to me was a slim, fit one who had brown hair. All of them were really well trained, as most strippers are to perform the different dances. This one was slow and seductive.

“He’s good, isn’t he?” The bartender asked as he suddenly stood beside me. I nodded. “Yeah… Yeah, he is.” “Another drink?” He continued with a warm and playful smile. “Yes, thank you” I answered and gave him my old glass while I continued to watch the closest stripper.

Then the bartender came back again and I paid for the drink. “His known as The Prince, a bit of a royal name… But he kinda looks like a prince charming.” He winked and left.

I turned my attention back to The Prince. He did look kind of royal the way he moved his body and held his head. He had a strong jawline, aquamarine-ish eye colour and warm, brown hair.

The air had grown cold when I stepped out of the theatre. I had stayed an hour longer, some from ATS3 had gone home, but most of them were still in there.

I were about to get into the Audi R8 when I saw he again. The Prince.

He was standing on the backside of the building with some other dancers, probably just getting some fresh air, or so I though until a grey car came and stopped. The Prince talked to the driver for some seconds and then got into the car. Prostitution.