Harry Styles Dancer Novels & Stories

“2019 Met Gala, Harry Styles.” “Who the fuck is Harry Styles?”

Perv. "Oh no I'll stay here but thanks Vick, have fun" I smirked and she winked at me walking away with the man. Although I was a stripper my dancing wasn't the best since I was drunk as fuck. My head was dizzy and I could barely see my surroundings so what better to do than to go dance on the dancefloor. I started moving my hips to the rythm and tangling my hands in my hair, I probably looked like a mess to the people around me but I could care less.

"Okay. Do you. I like this one. The lavendar goes very well with your skin. You can wear the red, that is if you want Christian's eyes not to leave your body throughout the party." She winked and turned towards the door. "It's my turn Pablo." "Of course Gabby. I'll be right with you." Pablo responded, giving me time to admire myself in the dressing mirror. He sure was a very talented man and I wondered if he also made dresses for public personalities too. "This is a great dress Pablo." I said, smiling at him and he offered one back. "Thank you madame." He replied and then went into the business of helping me out of it. I looked at myself as he pulled it off and was amazed at the way one coul

Spotting Charmine, she walked up to her and tugged at her hand. “Charmine, come and join me!” Charmine, however, shook her head. “No, I’m good. I’ll just watch.” Dior pouted at that and looked around before she saw Harry sitting on his own. No longer wanting to dance, she proceeded to cut a few slices of meat and walked toward him.

Before Tessa could tell what was happening, Harry had grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. “Harry! I told you I can’t dance!” She yelled, her stomach knotting with nerves. Harry didn’t listen and when he finally dragged her to the dance floor, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. He looked into her eyes and smirked, “Relax and follow my lead. We are not doing the waltz here. It’s freestyle.” Tessa was uncomfortable by the closeness so she put some distance between them and finally agreed, “I’ll try.”

Harry had made him wear a black crop top that exposed his flat tummy and high waisted black jeans that accentuated the curve of his waist and hips. His face was bare save for the pink lip gloss and the thin eyeliner which Harry insisted will make his pretty features pop out. While he looked good, this didn't feel like him at all. The omega preferred his comfortable hoodies and sweats. Standing amidst the people in this club, he felt exposed. Harry nudged his shoulder. "You should loosen up and dance!" Simon frowned at him. "But we're here for—" "I know," Harry said, touching his shoulder. "Dance and you'll find whatever you're looking for."

He has always wanted to know who in Dame high school wants what he wanted. Mind you, Harry is a notorious bully. I know he must have messed the person up if he was a high school boy. But, of course, the man I want is way stronger. Harry can never stand up to him. “Then…can I be your date?” He offers. The way his lips curl up tells me the dude can suckle on a pussy well. Maybe I can make do with him tonight. “Fine.” I relent. At that, Harry drags me gently to the dance floor. We gyrate our hips together to the Rihanna music. I dance away my disappointment.

Harry, my boss, tried to talk me into doing more than shake my ass for his sleazy regulars but I vehemently refused until he told me the amazing pay that comes with it and assured me I would only be offering a private dance. It was that or I would go back to Ethan empty-handed and I didn't want to see the look of disappointment on his face again. So right now, I was dancing my ass off with two of Harry's best regulars. They looked to be in their early to mid-thirties and they were wearing some really expensive Armani suits. The rich cashmere wool hugged their muscular bodies in all the right places. A shiver ran down my spine from their arrogant and ruthless faces and although I knew absolut

by Dee Joy and Yasmine Shah started playing, and he took his position under the spotlight, always followed by her curious gaze. Harry might not have been the most introspective or shy, especially when alone with Kath, but he was still a bit awkward. It was amusing to see him sway his hips to the song and start unbuttoning his shirt. He made funny faces, aiming to make his striptease entertaining, to dispel any tense atmosphere. However, when he was down to just boxer briefs, he saw desire in her eyes as she watched his body. He let himself be carried away by the sensual melody and lyrics.

I say looking at the dancer, I wasn't sure if it's a she or a he, but the dancer was dressed in shorts and a crop top with the word daddy on it, and they got some real good moves. "Good, keeping watching Adonis, I need to go and have a chat with someone," he said to me, he then whispered somethign to the dancer, Adonis, before leaving the dancer finished his dance and moved down to sit next to me. "How you doing?" it asks me, I simply nod feeling dizzy and drained.