Dirty Little Secret //A One Direction Fan Fiction//

Hi, this is Grace here with a One Direction fan fiction. Yes, I said One Direction. Problem? Exit this thread. Anyway, this story is just what I'm doing with my free time. The way I wrote it sucks but honestly I could care less. I really have been wanting to post a story so I'm posting this terribleness. En-****ing-joy.
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Prologue

"Don't try to make me stay..."

Chapter One
"New Customer"

Agnes's Point Of View

I squinted at the array of men sitting before me, scanning the crowd for any familiar customers.

Usually, they all come back.
Men are like that.

Sure enough, I spotted 6. Looks like tonight I just might get lucky, money wise of course. Especially since I've tweaked up my routine.

If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm an "exotic dancer".

Now before you judge me, I'd like to remind you that I'm a human being too. By that I mean, I need to support myself financially just like you do.

I have no one, my biological parents ditched me when I was a newborn. I lived in a group home all my life until I was 18. The little money I had didn't last very long. I needed to keep up with my tuition and rent, and I heard strippers got paid a decent amount of money, so one day voilà-- I became a stripper.

I sighed and began my routine. Seductively, I made my way towards the pole.

I began playing with the waistband of my bottoms, while twirling around slowly.

The boys seemed to love this.

I then began making my way up the pole, watching the men's gazes follow.

I wrapped my left leg around the pole, letting my right stretch out, gracefully, I spun down. A loud whistle emerged from the herd of men eyeing me hungrily, although their faces were slightly obscured by the club lights.

I scanned the crowd once more, this time looking for an object of focus. I chose one each night.

I would usually pick unfamiliar faces, who look promising. And by promising I mean wealthy. Most likely, I'd see them back next time.

I settled on a shy looking fellow. He had a low hair cut, deep brown eyes, and was grimacing. He looked around 20, or so.

I smirked and made my way towards him, watching his eyes widen, and his cheeks go bright red.

This ought to be fun.


Liam's Point Of View

The girl placed her hand on my cheek, running her thumb across my bottom lip. I gulped.

I could see Harry and Niall laughing at me from the corner of my eye.

I looked up at her, as she moved ever so dexterous in my lap.

She was gorgeous. No doubt about it.

Her blonde, wavy hair shined like the morning sun against the club's strobe lights -- her eyes, a deep ocean blue. Her skin resembled gold, and her tall, slim figure made anyone want stare at her.

I decided to relax and enjoy the performance. I mean, I might as well enjoy it...right?

But it just felt so wrong!

"Uh...e-exuse me lady?" I managed to utter, feeling a tingling sensation in my pants.

Oh no.

What should Liam do?

A. Request a private dance.
B. Ask if she'd kindly move away from him.
C. Say "Nevermind." and ignore the huge boner he's getting.

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Ugh. This is horrid. 

 

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Should I just forget about this and actually post a decent story? 

 

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Akiko, you're actually wrong. I've been here for quite awhile and I know what's too far and what isn't.