SUMMARY: Lauren is a stripper called "Emerald". Archer meets her at the club and... sparks fly.

PAIRING: Male OC x Lauren

Bachelor parties. It was a rare occasion for me to ever attend one, considering I am a very non-committal person and marriage naturally repulses me. But Shawn Mendes was a very dear friend of mine and had found the girl of his dreams while working for me.

Ally Brooke Hernandez was my assistant. Scratch that. She was the best damn assistant an asshole like me, could ever have. Being the CEO of a self-made company was hard and stressful. If it wasn't for Ally, I would've sold the business a long time ago.

It is a real shame she's marrying Shawn though. She does give amazing head.

Many congratulations were given to the Canadian throughout the night, except I gave him my condolences.

Shawn was currently blind folded as many of Shawn's friends, plus me, sat in the back of one of my limousines. His friends were originally going to hire one, but when they told me, I suggested they use one of mine. Free of charge.

This part of the party wasn't suggested by me, but I did agree to it. The car came to a stop and I smirked, exiting the car before the driver could even open my door.

A strip club was stretched out in front of us, ready for Shawn's presence. Smirking again, I turned to glance at Shawn's friends helping him walk towards the fluorescent building.

"Guys...where are we?" Shawn asked, his friends trying desperately to hold in their laughter. I gestured to the bodyguard to open the large double doors. After entering the club, the first thing anyone could notice was the music.

West End Girls by The Pet Shop Boy's were playing.

"Take his blindfold off." I ordered, staring at the beautiful women who were displaying their body's quite seductively.

"You ready, Shawnie?" Shawn's friend - Cameron - asked while he held the blindfold. The Canadian nodded and flinched as the the black piece of material was removed.

"Welcome to paradise - literally." Cameron said to Shawn with a chuckle, patting him on the back.

If you didn't catch that, the club we were in is called "Paradise". Pardon the pun.

"G-G-Guys, I-"

"No arguments, Shawn." I cut in which immediately stopped from speaking. "As your boss and very good friend, I'm telling you to have fun."

"B-B-But Ally-"

"Don't worry about her. She'd want you to have fun too." I cut in again, using my eyes to intimidate Shawn into listening.

"I-But-we-Fine." Shawn sighed out, ultimately agreeing to what we would have forced him to take part in, anyway.

First, we loaded multiple rounds of shots into Shawn, immediately making him loosen up. Then, we went towards the entertainers and paid extra so that two of them, would give him a very special dance.

At this very moment, he was in the back of the building, still getting that dance, while the rest of his friends stared and admired the women dancing around them.

A voice over the speakers caught my attention as he announced a new dancer to the large stage, centred in the middle of the room.

He said a lot of provocative things about the woman before introducing her by name. "Give it up for Emerald!" He said, causing multiple cheers and rounds of applause. I clapped along with the crowd too, being polite. Taking a sip of the whiskey I had previously ordered, and out of curiosity, I looked up at the sight of the woman.

I was immediately lost in a trance, looking over at her gorgeously sculpted body, long raven hair cascading down her back and stunning green eyes had me mesmerised as soon as I saw them.

I felt like a boy going through puberty. My skin started to become hotter, hair dampening with a line of sweat and as much as I hate to admit it... my cock started to stir.

I was losing control and I hated it. I didn't even know who this woman was and yet, I would gladly offer myself to her on my knees. The way she danced wasn't helping either. Hips swaying as she walked before finally reaching the pole positioned in front of me.

Dear god.

My mouth watered, watching on as Emerald teasingly wrapped herself around the pole, climbing and sliding on it seductively. My whiskey was now empty and I called for the waiter walking around.

"Yes?" He asked, taking my empty glass onto his tray.

"Vodka. The strongest you've got."

He nodded before walking off towards the bar. I sighed, running a hand over my face. This woman was still clad scandalously in her outfit, dancing on the stripper pole while men through countless amounts of money at her.

I tried my hardest to find her eyes again as she danced. As much as I would love to marvel at her body, her eyes really had me hooked. Plus, it convinced me that I was being respectful despite the fact that men gawking at women wasn't exactly very morally correct.

Minutes passed and she was still dancing. My drink finally arrived and I almost moaned at the feel of the nice cold liquid entering my throat. Then the moment that I didn't even think would ever happen, happened.

Emerald's dance was over, she was walking back towards the curtain she came from.

Oh no.

My leg bounced up and down as I anticipated the green-eyed woman's arrival. She would surely come out and dance for paying customers, right?

Spotting her, my head perked up and I took a deep breath before slowly sauntering over to her. Her eyes found mine and she smirked. I didn't even have to say anything and she knew exactly what I wanted.

Pushing me down sexily into a chair in a dark corner of the club, she swatted at the shoulders of my suit before starting her dance for me.

"What's your name, cutie?" She asked.

"Archer." I answered, eying her body. God, she was marvellous to look at. "What's yours?"

"Emerald."

"No. Your real one."

Raising an eyebrow, the woman still danced but didn't answer.

"That's confidential." She teased, her gloved hand caressing my cheek.

"I apologise. But I was very curious." I admit, looking up into those beautiful green eyes again.

"Mm, I'm sure you are." She mumbled seductively, meaning that she was meant to be heard.

"I don't mean to offend you, but do you enjoy working here?" I asked. "Letting men degrade and throw money at you."

"Oh yes, that's the best part." She answered sarcastically with a genuine smile. "Why? What do you do?"

"I would love to tell you something exciting, but the honest answer is that I own a very large company." I answered the woman, tilting my head as she continued to sway her hips.

"That boy who is getting a private dance, he wouldn't happened to be friend of yours, would he?"

"Mm, he would." I answered, relaxing further into the chair as Emerald made her way into my lap. "Why'd you ask."

"He kept blabbing on about how you're the reason he met the love of his life. In my opinion, he shouldn't have been blabbing about love at a strip club." She said with a slight giggle. I smiled in return, revelling in the way her body felt against mine.

"Mm, it's actually his bachelor party. I paid for tonight." I said, raking my eyes over her breasts.

"Oh, how exciting." Emerald commented with another genuine smile. "But what about you? Do you happen to have a fiancé?"

I accidentally let out a snort at the sudden question.

"God no. No offence, but I don't believe in marriage. I'm a very non-committal person."

"Oh really? Well, I'm quite the opposite. I'm very committal." Emerald said, whispering the last part into my ear. As I slid my hands to her thighs, caused the woman to tilt her head.

"Loyal. I like that." I admitted, a smirk itching its way across my face. "My company could use some more loyalty." I added, sliding my hands higher up to the edge of the woman's hips. "If you ever think about making a career change, let me know." I said, pulling a business card out of my pocket. The woman took it from my hand and lifted herself up from my lap, just in time because Shawn had finally reentered the large room. "And this is for the dance." I said, whipping out a stack of cash, giving it to the entertainer.

"Oh, so you casually carry around a stack of cash with you?" Emerald asked with a teasing grin.

"Of course." I said, a teasing grin of my own, showing. "Did I mention that I'm rich?" I added with a wink before straightening up my suit and walking towards Shawn. "Come on, buddy. Let's get you home." I said quietly into the Canadians ear, wrapping a helping arm around his shoulder.

Looking back down to where I was previously sat, the dancer was still there, staring at me. I smiled at her as I helped Shawn out of the building. The last thing I saw was the entertainers cute smile and her arm waving before I turned and focused on Shawn.

I was definitely coming back here.

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Oof, Lauren Michelle Jauregui as a stripper??? Fucking, take my lungs now😩😩💦💦