Heaven Is
Part Two
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.
“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.
I love this please carry on
12/28/13