“I’m still not sure about this, lads,” Liam says nervously as he plops down on the couch in One Direction’s suite. “I just feel… dirty—already!”
“C’mon, Liam, stop being such a prude,” Louis teases, grinning and slapping Liam’s knee. “It’s your 20th birthday and we want to take you out somewhere special.” He raises an eyebrow.
“I get that,” Liam says. “But do we have to go out to a strip club? Those places are filthy!”
Niall sits down on the couch across from Louis and Liam. “But think about all the pretty ladies!” Niall rounds his hands a few inches apart from his chest. “You’ll have a great time!”
“But I’m only 20—it’s not like I can drink,” Liam points out. “We’re in the States!”
Zayn slides onto the arm on the couch where Niall is sitting. “It’s a strip club and we’re One Direction—I’m sure they’ll slip us at least a couple drinks.” Zayn smiles mischievously.
Harry then enters the room from the bathroom where he was fixing his hair up. “Ready to go, lads?”
“I’m not so sure,” Louis snaps, giving an unhappy look toward Liam. “It’s seems Mr. Payne here doesn’t feel right about this whole thing.”
“Liam, it’ll be fine, trust me,” Harry assures his band mate. “Just try it out. If you don’t like it, we can leave, I promise.” Harry puts his hand over his heart.
Liam sits there, pondering his decision. He has never been to a strip club before and his best friends have never steered him wrong before. Maybe he really does need this. He has been single for a while now and it would be nice to let loose for once.
“…Alright, I’ll go,” Liam sighs, slapping his hand against his thighs and standing up.
“Yes!” All the other guys say in unison, pumping their fists.
The young men exit the hotel suite and make their way down the elevator. During the ride to the lobby, the rest of the guys pulls out the $1 bills from their pockets and begin counting them out. But Liam just stands there quietly, twiddling his thumbs.
“You rented a limo?” Liam exclaims once they step out onto the sidewalk.
Niall puts his arm around Liam’s shoulders. “Of course! It’s your birthday! It wouldn’t be a celebration without a limo!” He smiles humorously.
Louis opens the limousine door. “After you, Birthday Boy!”
Liam steps into the limo, sliding to the far side next to the window. He props his chin on his hand and stares through the glass at the city life around. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this, he thinks to himself.
“Here we are,” the driver announces as he pulls up to an worn down building.
The guys scramble out of the car and take a look around. There is a giant neon sign that says SENSATIONS above them. Behind the wording is a hot pink star wearing red high heels. The parking lot is crammed with cars. And when the boys walk up to the door, Liam notices a poster for a dancer named Heaven, and that she will be featured tonight.
The music booms in the background as the guys enter the strip club. Men are howling and drooling over the dancers on stage. It disturbs Liam. The young gentlemen find a couple of couches at center stage and take a seat. Niall and Zayn are on the loveseat to the right and Liam, Louis and Harry are on the couch. All the guys are grinning feverishly except for Liam, who is pouting like a small child.
“Lighten up, Liam,” Louis scolds, playfully punching his friend’s shoulder.
“Seriously, Liam; let go for once!” Niall shouts over the music, checking out a waitress’ behind as she walks past him. He gives a thumbs up to Zayn.
Suddenly, the lights go down. “Ooh, the show is starting!” Louis claps his hands together and nestles in comfortably on the couch. Liam rolls his eyes.
“Fellas,” a charismatic voice announces over the loudspeaker. “Put your hands together for tonight’s featured dancer, Heaven!”
Sparks fly across the stage as a silhouette of woman appears at the back of the stage and the introduction of “Kiss You” by One Direction begins playing. All five guys’ jaws drop and they lean forward.
“Um, Louis, is that our song?” Harry asks.
“I do believe it is,” Louis answers.
Heaven turns around once the first verse begins. She prances down the catwalk, her heels clicking against the stage. She waves to some guys who are hooting and hollering at her. Her dark brunette curls pounce up and down against her back. Once she’s at the end of the stage, she grips the pole and swings herself around it. Heaven drops it low, shaking her ass. She brings it back up and leans her back up against the pole. Sliding down it, she kicks her legs up in the air. Then she jumps up, making her way back up the stage, unzipping the netted shirt she is wearing to reveal her black leather push-up bra.
“We love you, Heaven!” A man screams from the crowd.
“I love you too!” Heaven yells back with a grin.
Heaven faces the crowd, bending over and placing her hands on her knees; she then twerks beautifully with such precision and ease. Heaven pops back up and cartwheels down the catwalk. She whips her body around the dancer’s pole and with her legs out in a V-shape, she climbs up it. She wraps her legs around the pole and bends backwards.
“Wow, she’s amazing,” Louis mutters.
Liam glances at his band mate just for a second, not wanting to look away from Heaven. She was absolutely mesmerizing. Liam had always had a thing for dancers—but none like this. She dances and moves around the stage with such grace. She was beautiful. Liam had to see more. But before he knows it, Heaven freezes and the music ceases. The lights on stage go down and the house lights come up.
“That was brilliant!” Zayn exclaims. “Don’t you think, Liam?”
Liam knows that if acts out how he is truly feeling that he will never hear the end of it from his fellow band members. “It was alright; she’s obviously a superior athlete,” he says nonchalantly, shrugging.
“You’re mental!” Harry says, pushing Liam’s shoulder.
“That was one of the best performances I’ve ever seen!” Niall exclaims. “And to our song! I wonder who her favorite member is…” Niall taps his finger against his chin.
“Oh, I’m definitely her favorite,” Zayn says confidently.
“Are you kidding me?” Niall says with disgust. “She’s totally a Niall girl!”
“Well, let’s see about this!” Zayn taps the arm of a passing waitress. “Is there any possibility that we could speak to Heaven? We need her to settle a debate.” He flashes a brilliant smile.
“That’ll be twenty bucks,” the waitress says, snapping her gum.
“Sure thing,” Zayn says smoothly, pulling a $20 bill out of his wallet and sliding it into the waitress’s thigh-highs.
A few minutes later, the beautiful and talented Heaven comes toward One Direction, but she freezes in her steps when she realizes who she’s supposed to settle a debate for. She inhales deeply and then exhales. She then skips her way over to the couches.
“Hey, guys, what can I do for you?” Heaven asks happily, leaning on the arms of the couches between Liam and Zayn. Liam glances up and then quickly looks away from Heaven, too embarrassed to risk the chance of making eye contact.
“We have a question for you,” Niall says, drooling a little bit.
“You’re obviously a fan of us and we were wondering who your favorite member of One Direction is?” Zayn asks.
Heaven stares into Zayn’s, then Niall’s, Louis’ and finally Harry’s eyes as they wait in anticipation for her answer. But when she gets to Liam, she is sad to see that he isn’t looking up at her. Guys always were staring googly eyes at her! But not Liam Payne; but she knows it really shouldn’t surprise her.
“I don’t have a favorite,” she finally answers, shaking her head.
“What?!” Niall and Zayn exclaim together.
“C’mon, Heaven,” Harry says. “You’ve got have a favorite.”
But Heaven’s attention is on Liam. She leans down to Liam’s eye level, retracting her cleavage. “Are you okay?” She asks kindly.
“I’m fine,” Liam mumbles.
“Oh, don’t mind him,” Louis assures her. “He’s just being a prude.”
Heaven thinks for a moment. She hated to see a guy who was here against his will. “Hey, how about you and I go to the back rooms?” She suggests to Liam.
All the other guys look around at each other and then to Liam, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t think so,” Liam answers, shaking his head and scrunching up his nose.
“C’mon, it’ll be fun,” Heaven coaxes.
“Do it, Liam!” Niall practically yells at his friend.
Heaven steps through the crack between the couches and stands in front of Liam with her arm outstretched. “C’mon, Liam, let’s go.” She smiles brightly.
“Wait, how much is it?” Harry asks skeptically.
“500,” Heaven answers assertively,
“500? Don’t you think that’s a little… excessive?” Louis asks.
Heaven leans in close. “Listen here, Mr. Tomlinson, everyone in this club knows who you are, we are aware of how much money you make, and not to mention, that you have a girlfriend. So I suggest you shut the fuck up.” She pats Louis on the cheek as he pulls away, shocked that a stripper had the nerve to speak to him that way.
Liam laughs, happy that someone finally put Louis in his place. “You know what, Heaven? I would love to go to a backroom with you.” Liam likes his women feisty, and Heaven definitely fits the bill.
“Great,” Heaven says, grabbing hold of Liam’s hand. “Star! Sapphire! Over here,” Heaven calls to a blonde and redhead. The women come over to the couches.
“I want you ladies to meet Niall Horan and Harry Styles. I would like you to entertain them for this evening. Star?” The redhead steps forward. “You get Niall—“ she turns to the Irishman, “I hope you like redheads.”
“Oh, I do!” Niall assures her, wiggling in his seat as the exotic dancer step toward him.
“And Sapphire, you will be with Harry,” Heaven smiles.
“Thanks, Heaven,” Harry chuckles as the blonde sits on the arm of the couch next to him.
“W-what about me?” Zayn complains, his mouth gaping and his arms outstretched.
“Uh, you have a girlfriend too,” Heaven reminds him. “I don’t think Perrie would be pleased.”
“That’s none of your business!” Zayn points out.
“Fine! Get a lap dance! Do whatever!” Heaven says flatly. She turns away, shaking her head.
Liam waves good-bye to his fellow band members, smiling from ear to ear. A stripper—I mean, exotic dancer with moral values. I like that, Liam thinks to himself.
On the way to the back rooms, Heaven and Liam get strange looks; people whispering: Isn’t that Liam Payne from One Direction? And How does that little faggot get a back room with Heaven and I don’t? But Heaven walks proudly with Liam in tow.
“Hello, Heaven,” a gruff man with a beard and tattoos says, stepping in front of the dancer. Liam could smell the thick musk of cheap cigarettes on his breath.
“Johnny? How the hell did you get in here? I thought you were suspended from the club?” Heaven says, trying to keep from panicking.
“Suspension is up,” he says bluntly with a sinister grin. “How about you drop that little faggot and hook up with a real man.”
“Never in a million years,” Heaven spits. “And don’t talk about Liam like that, you disgusting pig!” She wags her finger in Johnny’s face.
Johnny grabs Heaven’s arm, squeezing tight and causing her knees to bend at the pain. “You best watch that dirty little mouth of yours.”
“Let her go!” Liam shouts, causing more heads to turn.
Johnny tightens his grip. “Who’s going to make me?”
Liam looks around, feeling the eyes on him. “Me,” he says plainly. He takes off his leather jacket to reveal his toned, muscular arms. At this point, the whole club his silent. Liam holds up his fists, ready to fight if necessary. “Now, let her go.”
Johnny laughs heartily. “You think I’m scared some little faggot pop star—“ But before Johnny can finish, he’s on the floor with a bloody nose.
“Oh, my, God!”Heaven says in disbelief. She looks around, trying to stifle a laugh. “C’mon, let’s go!” She intertwines her fingers with Liam’s and they step over the brute and down the hallway where the back rooms are.
Heaven opens the door to room number seven and closes it behind her. “Holy shit, I can’t believe you actually did that!” She puts a hand over her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” Liam says. “I just hate it when guys like that think they say and do whatever they want to toward women and think they can get away with it.” Liam sighs, shaking his head.
“No, don’t be sorry!” Heaven exclaims. She puts her hands on Liam’s shoulders. “That the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” Heaven then kisses Liam’s cheek.
Liam blushes. “It was nothing, really. The guy’s a dick.” He runs his fingers over his bruised knuckles.
“Oh! Do you need to some ice?” Heaven turns to the miniature refrigerator on the ground and pulls out a beer bottle. “Here, it’s the best thing I’ve got.”
“Thanks,” Liam says with a sheepish smile. “But I’m alright.”
“But no drinking it! You’re underage!” Heaven playfully warns him. He gives her a shocked look. “Nah, I’m just kidding. Just don’t overdo it.”
Liam twists the cap off the beer and takes a long gulp. He then sits down on the couch up against the wall. There is an awkward silence until Liam finally gets the nerve to ask. “So how do these things usually work?”
Heaven steps forward, taking the beer out of Liam’s hand and sets it on the fridge. “Well,” she begins. Heaven spreads her legs, putting a knee on each side of Liam and sitting on his lap. “I usually do an erotic dance, the guy pays me and then it’s over.”
“That’s, that’s…” Liam stammers.
“But that’s so… cliché,” Heaven says, leaning in closer. She runs her fingertips across Liam’s cheek and down his neck. Just a couple centimeters away from Liam’s lips, she whispers, “I think we can have more fun than that.”
“I think we can too,” Liam growls, smirking.
Heaven then goes for it. She presses her lips against Liam’s and he melts into her. Their mouths open simultaneously. Tongues wrestling and sliding back and forth, small moans escape from Heaven’s throat. Liam hesitantly places his hands on Heaven’s waist and moves them down to her ass and thighs. Heaven runs her fingers through Liam hair as the kiss gets deeper and her moaning gets louder.
“Wow, you’re a better kisser than what I was expecting,” Heaven chuckles when she breaks the kiss to gather more air.
“I’ve had my fair share of practice,” Liam responds smoothly.
Heaven smooches Liam again. “And I’ve had my fair share of practice doing… other activities.” Her hand slides down to Liam’s crotch and she gives it a tight squeeze.
Liam gasps and his eyes widen. “Oh, really?”
Heaven reaches around behind her, unclasps her bra and discards it to the floor. “Yes, really.”
The two of them immediately lock lips once again, except it is even more intense this time. Liam fondles her breasts, massaging them in his hands. Breaking the kiss, he begins to kiss and suck on her nipple. Heaven moans at the feeling, gripping the back of Liam’s hair with her fingers. She can feel him grow hard beneath her and that gives a great deal of satisfaction even though turning guys on is what she does for a living.
Heaven breaks away from Liam, sliding off his lap and onto her knees in front of him. “Unzip your pants,” she commands seductively, smoothing her hand along Liam’s face.
He waits a beat, thinking if he should really do this, but his pulsating member takes control of his thought process. Liam unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down a few inches and then he pulls out his length. Heaven grips it in her right hand and begins to pump up and down. Liam groans and throws his head back. Heaven then puts Liam’s member in her mouth. She bobs her head up and down, still pumping with her hand. Heaven starts slow at first but then eventually moves at a quick pace along his shaft.
“Oh, Heaven,” Liam moans. “Oh, yes. Less teeth, ah, there you go.” He runs his fingers through her thick curls and guides her head back and forth.
Heaven removes his member from her mouth and runs her tongue along the bottom of it and kissing his tip. That drives him insane! He nails dig deep into the fabric of the sofa and his eyes roll back into his head as Heaven continues to go down on him. There was a sense of control that Heaven felt when she was performing oral sex. She knew each time that the man was in his most vulnerable state and it was all because of her—it made her feel powerful.
With one last bob of her head, Liam reaches his climax. With Liam still drunk with ecstasy, Heaven grabs some tissues and cleans him up. She grabs a soda out of the fridge and swishes the taste of sex out of her mouth. Liam tucks himself back into his boxer briefs and then zips up his jeans.
“How much do I owe you?” Liam asks, pulling out his wallet.
“Oh, honey, you don’t owe me anything,” Heaven says as she puts her bra back on.
Liam stands up, whacking his hands against his thighs. “Well, thank you for… that. I really needed it.”
“Anytime,” Heaven shrugs, opening the door. She leans in close, putting her lips up to his ear. “By the way, you’re my favorite.” She winks and then leads him out to the main area. “Well, boys, he’s all yours!” Heaven smacks Liam on the ass as he walks back to his group of friends.
“Did you have fun?” Louis asks in a teasing voice.
“Yeah, I actually did,” Liam answers, looking back at Heaven.
Heaven spots a pen in a waitress’ hand. “Oh, wait, Liam!” She takes the pen from the waitress and runs up to Liam, grabbing his hand. She jots down her cell phone number. “Happy birthday.” She winks and all the rest of the guys go nuts.