ROSÉ

I sat at the bar recovering from the performance next to Layla, our drinks caved inside our arms as we laughed over the counter. The club lights were still flickering with the buzz of excitement, but the stripper shows were over for the night.

I was still hot and heavy, my hair was a little frizzed as my cheeks were blushed from the heat of the bar and from the aftermath of the lap dance.

I couldn't believe that the stripper was Mr. Styles, my own teacher. I had to stay back and wait till he came out again to make sure it was really him, so I sat back at the bar.

I was definitely tipsy, my hearing was more muffled and my eyes were surely red, but thanks to the flashing colored bar lights, no one could tell.

"So, how was it?" Layla yelled to me over the pulsing music. I turned to look at her as she leaned to talk to me, her face a little shiny with sweat and her eyeliner slightly smudged.

"It was hot, right?" She asked excitedly, nudging my shoulder.

I chuckled, the alcohol making me burp between.

"Yeah, it was hot." I slurred, my mind just clear enough to remember the way he moved his hips on me and whispered in my ear.

It felt so real, like he was communicating the lyrics of the song to me. But of course, my drunken mind couldn't pick up that that was his job, and that he was just working.

How was I supposed to go back to school on Monday knowing that it was him?

That's why I was staying behind until I could make sure it was him, and maybe even talk to him.

What the hell am I thinking?

There's no way.

HARRY

I walked inside the locker rooms dazed, my pants lazily slipped on over my lower hips to enter and approach my own locker to change.

My last dance of the night just so happened to be on one of my students at school. How the hell was I supposed to explain this to her?

She's not even supposed to be at this strip club, it's strictly 21 and over. She was only 18, and I gave her a fucking lap dance like she was my age.

And I even played along. How stupid can I be?

She's only 18, yet I played with her and teased her and seduced her, because I wanted to.

Rosé always caught my eye in class, she was beautiful. She was so mature for her age, which might've been the reason I was so attracted to her when we had our first class together.

But I sure as hell never acted on those emotions.

I barely knew the girl.

But I guess I was just feeling extra lucky tonight, and decided to actually act on those attractions.

How was I supposed to keep this from getting out to the school? I could lose my job, and my image could be ruined.

There were the other dancers getting their things together to head out for the night, large wads of cash rolled in their hands while the white lights shined on their tired complexions.

I probably didn't look any better with my messed hair and my sweat slick chest. I walked over to change into more comfortable clothes to drive home in, looking at the time to be almost one in the morning.

Shit.

It was a good work day for me, a large wad of my earnings sat next to me on the bench as I tied my running shoes, not caring whether or not I looked fashionable at the moment.

I was too tired to care.

"Hey, Styles." A voice called, earning my attention as I stood from the bench, dressed and ready to go.

I turned to see one of the other dancers, a fellow competitor of mine. He always tried to steal my regulars, but that's just the game of stripping.

He had just gotten out of the showers, a tower around his waist and one around his neck for his hair.

"What's up?" I mutter back, rolling my small set of underwear and manties to stuff into my duffel bag.

"You looked like you caught a real good one on stage tonight." He pressed, his smirk was irritating to look at.
  He was only 20, a lot closer in age to the younger women who come in the club.

"What?" I ask, uninterested as I shove the last bit of my props inside the bag before zipping it closed.

"She looked pretty young. Might be better to let me have her for my dances instead."

He was talking about Rosé.

I stopped my shuffling of items in my locker to turn and look at him. Rosé was only 18, I wasn't about to let him use her for his own benefit.

I may not know Rosé very well other than as my student, but I wasn't about to turn her over to my competitor.

"Look, Malik." I started, referring to him by his last name out of pure spite. "She's my client now, so get the hell away from my money."

I felt bad referring to Rosé as just my money source, but hell, she was. I get paid for this.

When it was outside of school and here in the club, she was nothing more to me than a client.

"Oh, please." Zayn scoffed, rolling his eyes as the towel around his shoulder shifted. "You're way too old for those types of clients. You probably couldn't keep her coming to you regularly."

He always tried to get into my head.

He always called me old because I was only 6 years older than him. I hated it.

He was such a dick, and I know he's only doing that because he wants me to screw up so he can take my position as 'The Spotlight' of the dancers.

'The Spotlight' dancer was the stripper who always got regulars to come in, and always made a good amount of cash.
They would also be paid more than the other strippers, and be dubbed the head of the entire staff of dancers.

I get paid more as 'The Spotlight' , I get more regular clients, I get more requests for champagne rooms.

I make the most money for the club, so I'm basically the manager of it.

It was a good position to be in, and I had it.

But Zayn wanted it.

"Oh yeah?" I retorted, knowing I could easily win over any women at the club. "I bet you she'll come back every weekend."

I may be older than him, but I can still get any woman to fall for me during my dances.

The flustered smirk on Zayn's face was enough for me to continue my bet.

"I'll bet you I can get her to want and 'old man' like me more than she could ever want you." My lips curled into a satisfied smirk, knowing I've got him right where I want him.

"Okay, we'll just have to see then," He backed down, nodding his head. "But if you don't, then you step down from your spotlight position, and you pass it down to me."

I clenched my jaw, his eyes showed a ferocious want for power.

I narrowed my eyes. "And what makes you think I'll do that?"

Zayn chuckled, looking down at the floor. "Because I know Rosé. I know she's underage for this club."

I shifted slightly in my stance, my jaw clenched.

I knew where he was going with that.

Fuck, what did I just do.

"So, either you somehow get her to be a regular here for you, or you step down from your spotlight, old man." Zayn concluded, his ego now shooting through the roof. He knew he got me.

This stripping gig was all I had outside of teaching, and even that didn't pay very much for me.
Teachers were getting laid off with their paychecks recently, and I was no different.

I needed this job.

"Fine." I muttered reluctantly, my jaw clenched as I stared at him sternly, indicating that I was done talking with him.

"Hey, you wanted to make the bet. So, let's see what you got, grandpa." With a smirk, Zayn nodded, obviously confident in himself as he walked away to his own locker.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

What the hell did I just do?

I staked my job here on the chance that a student of mine that I didn't even know that well would come in the club strictly to see me for dances.

I couldn't let just let myself lose one argument with Zayn, my ego was too goddamn big.

I fucked up.

How the hell am I gonna get Rosé to understand this?

I can't tell her, there's no way she'll ever do it then.

I didn't even know her, for fucks sake.

I just needed her for a few weeks to prove a point and win a bet, then, we'll be done with this for good.

At least, I hoped that we would.

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Author's Note :

alright here we go, we got a plot going!

i'm gonna start making the chapters shorter, cause this is meant to be a short story.

like i mentioned before, this story will feature heavy mature content as it is considered erotic, more than my other books.

please, let me know what you think of this story so far!

there is SO much more to come!!

stay tuned ;)

xo..kay

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