Luke
It was Luke’s nineteenth birthday and the boys dragged him to a strip club to celebrate. Michael paid for a private dance for Luke and you happened to be the dancer. You took Luke’s hand and led him to the back as the rest of the boys stayed back clapping and whistling. You closed the door and pushed him down onto a red velvet sofa.
“Look I know my friend paid for this and everything but none of this was my idea so you don’t have to.” Luke admitted shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“Are you sure? It’s paid for?” You questioned, confused that a boy was turning down a lap dance.
“I’m sure, this isn’t exactly how I wanted to spend my 19th birthday.” He replied and ran a hand through his hair.
“Umm okay then.” You sat down on the sofa next to him. “So what do you want to do for the next hour then?” He turned to face you and flashed a smile that could light up a room.
“What’s your name?” He asked, his blue eyes bright with curiosity. “And I mean your real name.”
“(Y/N).” You replied and he smiled again.
“That’s a beautiful name. Where are you from?” You had a puzzled look on your face and nervously messed with the hem of your skirt. His eyes widened realizing his question might have been too personal. “I’m sorry, that was weird. I just figured we could talk or something?”
“No it’s okay, I’m just not used to a guy wanting anything more than a dance from me.”
“Well I would love to get to know you. You seem like a nice girl.” He leaned over and pushed a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. When he leaned back he smiled and held out a hand to shake yours. “I’m Luke, 19, from Sydney, singer and guitarist in a band. Your turn.”
Calum
“Calum, can you come in here.” You called from the kitchen. Calum asked you to be his girlfriend a few days ago and you decided you should tell him about your job. You were a stripper at the night club a few blocks down and you were nervous about how he would react but you knew it would be better to tell him instead of waiting until he found out on his own.
“What’s up babe?”
“Cal I have to tell you something.” You said shyly.
“What is it?” Calum’s eyes grew wide as a nervous look appeared on his face.
“I umm,” You swallowed hard thinking of how to say it. “I work at a night club, umm as a dancer.”
“What kind of club (Y/N)?”
“A strip club.” You stared at the ground waiting to hear him scream of stomp off but instead he just stood silently. “Cal? What are you thinking?”
“I’m not going to lie, I don’t know how I feel about other guys seeing you like that when you’re supposed to be mine but it’s your life, I can’t tell you to quit.”
“I know it’s weird but I promise it’s just work and nothing else, and you can tell me if you ever decide it’s too weird.” Calum smiled and walked towards you.
“Thank you for being honest with me, now maybe you can show some of the things you do at work.” He said giving you a small wink.
Ashton
“Babe what is this?” Ashton was at your apartment and you sent him to the bedroom to get you a t-shirt after he spilt his drink on you, but instead he came out holding your work clothes. A small, tight, black leather skirt with matching crop top. You froze when you saw him holding them in the air.
“Where did you find that?” You questioned.
“They were on your floor, where could you possibly wear this to?” His eyes widened as he held them up separately realizing just how little this outfit would cover.
“Ashton, I haven’t told you because I was afraid of what you might think of me.” You began, “I work at a club as a dancer.” He clenched his jaw and stared at you for a moment before speaking.
“What exactly do you do?” His voice was soft and he was doing all he could to keep calm.
“I just dance, no touching or anything like that Ashton I promise.” Your heart raced as you tried to assure him that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. He looked back to the tight little outfit in his hands before returning his eyes to yours.
“Okay, I can’t tell you what to do. If this is your job then I’m okay with it because I trust you.” You smiled and he opened his arms for you to hug him. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and mumbled. “Just so you know if any of those guys ever touch you they’ll wish they hadn’t been born.”
Michael
Michael knew you were a stripper at a night club, but what he didn’t know was that it was the club the guys were taking him to tonight. They walked into the club and Michael went to grab some drinks while the rest of them stared in awe at the half naked girls spinning around the poles. He stood at the bar waiting for the beers when one dancer in particular caught his eye. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped when he realized that the girl swinging her hips for some guy was his girlfriend, you.
“(Y/N)?!” He shouted and you stopped moving instantly. You stepped off the stage ignoring the man who was yelling and cursing at you for stopping and hurried over to Michael. You grabbed his hand and pulling him behind you to one of the back rooms.
“Michael what are you doing here?” He tensed up a bit now realizing that his girlfriend just caught him in a strip club.
“What were you doing up there?” He asked trying to avoid your question.
“Michael it’s my job and you know that.”
“I guess I never really thought of you dancing for some other guy.” He admitted.
“Michael I’m sorry, we always said we would talk if it bothers you too much but I really have to finish my shift or I’m going to get in big trouble.” He laughed a little before responding.
“Alright, I’m going to get the guys and we’ll go somewhere else for the night.” The two of you walked out of the room and he pulled you close and gave you a kiss. “I trust you, and I know this is your job just make sure those guys know you’re taken okay?”
