Welcome to my fanfic, hope you enjoy:) Here you'll meet Liam, Harry, Louis, Zayn and Niall reunited. The story contains descriptions of sex, tb to abuse and some swear-words. It is rated Mature;) Comment and vote if you like the story, that would mean a lot to me:-)
Disclaimer; I don't know any of them, This is just imagination.

Music plays a big part in Carolin's life, I'll list many of the songs appearing:-)

In this part:

Elle King; Ex's and Oh's.

Joan Jett; Crimson and Clover

Dusty Springfield; Son of a preacher man

Aerosmith; Crazy

I dropped down low and locked eyes with a blushing young man who obviously was here on a stag-party, considering his fake tiara and ribbon that said so. He was being held up by one of his mates, pointing at me and smiling a sly smile.I licked my index finger and dragged it slowly below my bejewelled belly button all while looking him in the eyes, and the groom-to-be nearly fainted, my smile broke through; easy 100 bucks from a lap dance there later.

I got up, flipped my long, blond hair and twerked in the direction of the stag-party - the men hollered when they saw the «Kiss me here» tattoo on my left cheek. I smiled at them over my shoulder before turning my attention to the other side of the stage. A bit more quiet there, but the guys had all the focus on the stage, chatting to one another and laughing. Five men at the table to the left, closest to the scene-entry and two at the table near the bar. I decided to bet on the table with five; bigger odds, if one got a private lapdance the others usually followed. They were all sitting relaxed with a drink in hand or on the table. The men were in their late twenties, casually dressed in jeans, all dark-haired but one, with light brown, fluffy hair. I didn't get a closer look, because of the up- tempo song which had me sweating.

I could see Marjorie, or Honey as her stage-name was-working them real hard, they must have been black amex holders. She was on her knees in front of the one in the middle, serving another bottle of champagne, giving him a nice view of the top of her breasts. I almost laughed on stage, there was no need in getting on the knees to serve a bottle, but it did wonders for the imagination. We were sellers after all.

I took a final spin around the pole and finished the dance which ended with me removing my silver-bra with my back turned to the audience. A short second before the applause came and I tossed the bra at the man sitting furthest on the left at the five-man table. He looked shocked but got it together and smiled while he blushed ever so slightly. The other laughed and teased him, while he hid behind his beer. With a flick of the hair, I went off stage. I had to repeat this two times more tonight, and between I tried to work in as many private dances as I could.

Flynn, the bouncer, came over to me with my tip. I'd made a deal with him to collect the money as I thought my exit from stage would be smoother if I didn't stop to crawl on my knees to grab the bills. He got 20% and I got more dignity. I checked myself in the mirror and gently removed the long, blond wig. I had to secure it quite good because of all the dancing, didn't want it to come off in the middle of a song. I could hear Tony's song; "You can leave your hat on", every quarter of the hour was ladies time, or queer time. "Damn it!" I swore loudly, I should be out on the floor by now. I dragged a pair of small, black shorts over my g-string and topped it with a Ramones t-shirt that was ripped in strategic places and loose enough to fall off my shoulder so you could get a glimpse of the shiny, black bra I'd put on. No time to do something nice to my hair so I just grabbed another wig, still blond, but different hairstyle, this was shorter, kind of like a bob.

When I entered the floor, I made my way over to the bar where Sammy, the bartender, had a Vodka Shot waiting for me. Rick didn't mind us drinking as long as we kept it minimum. I tossed the shot back and scanned the room. I saw Sandra had disappeared with one of the champagne-men, and Honey had gotten a hold of the groom-to-be. I frowned, that would have been so easy money. Maybe one of the other?
My thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice near my ear. "Miss Carolin." Flynn's body towered over me. I smiled; "Yes, Flynn?" Always one to look after me, he'd saved me from numerous creepy men, even in a up-scale establishment as The Viper, you got the snakes who thought we were up for grabs; I blame Donald Trump.

"I got a special request for you, in the Red Suite." 

His voice matched his bodyguard-persona. 

"The Red Suite?" I repeated surprised and he nodded. I didn't get to work that room so often as it was our main star "Queen Anne" who had taken ownership of the premier room. "Oh, our Annie is going to freak out!" I laughed. Flynn didn't laugh back but I could see a crinkle form by the eyes. He was bullied as much as the others by the Diva, but he was so kind. "Do you know who it is?" I was curious. Flynn glanced over at the champagne-table. "One of them, apparently they are some hotshots and Rick wanted to impress them. But the guy asked for you instead of Anne." All five were at the table now, they all looked incredible hot, and although I could see they had been drinking, they weren't that drunk.

"What about payment?"

"Rick adds 500 to your paycheck."

"500? For a lapdance??"

Flynn looked down at me; "For a good lapdance AND discretion."

I shrugged, I never kiss and tell. "Any preferences?" "Not that I am aware of, just do your thing, baby girl." Flynn left to go check on a rowdy customer, and I silently asked Sammy for another shot.

I decided to go for burlesque. It looked good in the Red Suite and went with my blond wig. The dress was short in the front and long in the back, but the skirt was removable and would eventually leave me in a very tight corset that pushed my boobs almost to my chin. To add to the theme, I put on a simple, black mask that hid my face, keeping only my eyes and mouth out in the open. I positioned the chair right in front of the little stage and prepped the music. I had a small bottle of good vodka stashed away and we were ready to go. I pushed the button that made a little light go on on the outside so Flynn would know that I was ready.

A single light shone on my body, and I could feel the excitement running up my spine. I loved this, and I knew that I would rock this man to his core. I heard the door open and close, someone walking towards the stage. I turned my head slightly and saw that it was the man I had thrown my bra at.

Medium height, nice body, straight nose, and eyes that rivalled the summer sky. He looked nervous, and I gave him a wink and nodded slightly at the chair. He sat and started fiddling right away, not drunk enough to be relaxed-that was OK, I would win him over. The music started; I had opted for Joan Jett's Crimson and Clover as first song. My body found the rhythm and I tried not to think too much about the man watching me. At the first passage with faster music, I dropped the backpiece, and I heard a slight gasp. "Good" I thought to myself, I got him. Under the first song I didn't leave the stage, just made him watch me without meeting his eyes, so he could relax a bit. The song died and the next one started, "Wicked Game" with HIM. Now I met his eyes while I danced, and I could see small signs that told me he liked what he saw. The VIP customer was a good client, didn't say a word, never left the chair and kept his hands to himself. At the end of the song, I dropped the skirt as well and ended up in a thong and a corset in front of him.

My first lapdance song was "Son of a preacher man" with Dusty Springfield, one of the coolest songs out there. The opening notes throbbed through the room, and I saw his pupils dilate. I put one of my high-heeled shoes on the right side of his thigh and his eyes drank in the sight of my heels and followed the leg upwards; I could see him swallow hard. While he had his eyes on other parts I bent down and got the bottle of vodka. With one hand I took a sip and waited till I had his full attention, then I leaned towards him and tipped his head backwards. With my free hand I yanked gently in his jaw so his mouth fell open, his light stubble soft under my hand and then I poured the vodka from my mouth to his. My lips just an inch from his, I drowned in his eyes for a second, it almost felt like I could hear his heartbeat through the music. He swallowed the raw vodka and I saw his chest rising and falling fast, he squirmed a bit in the chair to adjust himself. The blond man raised his hands but let them fall down the side again, I guess Flynn had warned him about touching the girls.  The moment was electric, I had to pry my eyes from his. "Crazy" took over and Steven Tyler's voice filled the room. Now I held his gaze most of the song, and I could clearly see the effect I had on him. I moved to the music and took his hand and made him touch the top of my left breast. His eyes never left mine during this, but I saw the pulse on his neck and I knew he was aroused.  Sitting on his lap towards the end, I started unbuttoning my corset.

The power I felt in these kinds of moments made me almost high, and when I got to dance for a young, hot man like this, it was even better. I let him do the last buttons to reveal my minimal bra,  only a black string that covered the nipples, and I felt his hands on my hips. He grabbed hard as to keep them from going higher. Between my legs I could feel his dick pressing against me, and I had to stop myself from grinding. The dance and the man turned me on today, that wasn't common. I tossed the corset to the side and finished the rest of the song almost naked. When the song ended the room went completely dark, and even though I crossed a line I gave the man a kiss. I tasted the vodka on his tongue and my nipples hardened even more. The man gave a sharp intake of breath before I hurried out the exit that was marked by a small sign so I could find it in the dark. "Wait, what's your name?" The man called with an Irish accent, but I closed the door behind me before he could see where I went.

The door led to a hallway that housed the changing rooms. From the stage I could hear blaring music, and I rushed to my room. It seemed like a full house tonight and even though I'd made 500 on the private show I couldn't afford to relax. I tried to shake off the unsettling feeling the dance had left behind.  

"Queen Anne" sat in my chair in front of my mirror, she looked at my nearly naked body and raised an eyebrow. "I hope Mr Horan was satisfied? Or else will Rick have your balls. I said I could handle this". Mr Horan was the customer I guessed. I so didn't need this right now.  "He seemed very pleased." I answered. I tried to not let her get to me, but it was hard. "Can you please go so I can get cleaned up and dressed?" I grabbed a towel and wiped off some of the sweat. Annie stood and left the room without a word. I shook my head and forgot about her. I didn't want her to kill my buzz. My lips tingled and I could still feel his lips against mine. Why did I do that? It was one of my main rules, never kiss a customer. But his eyes, blue as the heavens, and so kind, had made me forget. Once in a blue moon you met a client that you responded to, I had gone out on dates on two different occasions. They both ended bad, because in the end you're just the stripper, and some can't seem to see past that. And shockingly (I'm sarcastic) I'm not like my stripper persona all the time. I like to read, go to concerts, quiet evenings cuddled up in the sofa. Long walks in the woods with my neighbour's dog.

A loud banging on my door woke me up. "Carolin? Are you there?" Rick opened the door, and I grabbed a robe. "Yeah, come in". He came in with excited steps and kept tugging his hair. His hands grabbed mine and gave them a shake, I didn't understand a thing.

"He loved you! I don't know what you did to him, but if we get them and their entourage as customers when they're in town I will kneel before you!". He laughed and walked out while adding; "Get ready, you're on in five."
What was all that about? I was glad he was happy, but I had to find out who my mystery-client was. Or mystery to me, everyone else seemed to know who the party of five was.

The table was occupied by someone else by the time it was my turn on stage again, and the rest of the night went by quick. I did a couple of private dances and it ended up being a good night moneywise. After the bar closed, we usually lingered for some time, talking and having fun. "The Queen" drifted out the door right after closing time with a smile on her face and said she had a date. We waved back but no one asked with whom and she seemed a bit miffed about that.

Marjorie turned to me with a big grin; "Sooo. Tell us. How was it? Was he as dreamy in person as he seems?" I have had a crush on him since I was 14. I like Harry the best, but that accent..." She sighed and had hearts in her eyes. "What on earth are you talking about?" I said to her.
"Are you fucking serious?" Sandra was shocked. "You're telling us that you had Niall fucking Horan between your legs and you didn't recognize him?" I lost my breath. Then I groaned and hid my face. I knew he looked familiar, but I could never guess why. One D's Niall Horan.

The other girls snickered over my obliviousness. "Yes, I am telling you that. Oh, I'm such a dork." I guess it was a good thing, had I realized who he was, I would've been super-nervous. "That's why Rick was so eager for getting them as customers." I took a sip of my beer, hoping it would cool my flaming cheeks. "They're in town for recording a new album, they'll be here at least two months." Marjorie filled us in. We talked about the famous band for some time, before I decided I had to leave so I could get some sleep. I stood and said goodbye to the girls and Flynn and Sammy before I remembered I had my purse in my changing room. When I came inside, I saw a bouquet with seven red roses standing on my desk. "Right, Friday" I said to myself. Every Friday for the last 4 months I'd be getting seven red roses. No note, no nothing, just the roses. The persons delivering them had no name to the order, they just got paid to deliver them here. With a last glimpse on the roses, I closed the door behind me.