She's Not Afraid

Lori's POV:

I walked over to a group of 20-ish year old men huddled in a group, after my act.

They sat around drinking and smoking, watching the women dance.

I went up to probably the youngest one and sat in his lap. (Luckily I was on the more petite side)

"Why hello there" the man said putting his hand on my upper thigh, the other hand sipping a martini.

"You have very big hands." I seducivly whispered into his ear. I rolled my body back onto his, and pressed a button in a chair to make the seat go back. He laid back as I kissed him on the neck making him moan. I reached my hands down to his jeans' zipper. As I pulled down the zipper, I herd his friends yell "get some Devine!" And "you go bro!"

Devine... The name reminded me of something but I had no idea what.

My hands inched down to his underwear and grabbing the round object that stuck out. He moaned more, and stared kissing me back putting his martini down.

"How bout we get a room" i said not exactly questioning but giving an order. More hoots came from the group of men, a couple slapping my butt as I reached for the mans hand and pulled him through the crowd of dancing women and sweaty men.

I took him to a man standing at a booth holding the keys to the rooms.

"Leroy, can we get a room for two?" I asked in my puppy face, and talking like a five year old.

"Anything Lori" he reached for a pair of keys. Room 34. That would not do.

"We want a suite"

"A suite?"

"Yes you herd me. We want a suite. Just charge it to his credit card." I simply responded. I never broke eye contact with Leroy so he figured I was serious. "That's okay with you right?" I nugged against his body and with my finger tracing his abs.

"Anything for you" he said wrapping his hand around my back, and trailing off to my butt.

"Here's the keys Lori. Have a good sleep." He winked at me wishing me good luck. When we got to the floor we were on, the man plunged his lips onto mine. His tongue lingered the outline of my lip, trying to gain entrance.

Walking and kissing, was not an easy thing to do. I slide the key card into the slip and opened up the door. The guy slammed the door shut and pushed me onto the bed. He tore off his shirt revealing abs. The type most teenage girls drool over.

He sat at the bottom of the bed, and opened up my legs. His touch spread up my thigh as he made his way to get on top of me. His soft lips pressed against mine, as he rubbed circles around my thigh. The guy started to move his head down to my neck, putting more pressure as he kissed me. I moaned, his touch sending chills through my body.

He unzipped his pants and reached his hands out to go unclamp the black lined show bra, and the matching underwear used for performing. I reached to the bed stand next to the bed and picked up a small little bag, unopened.

"What's this?"he said, throwing the bra into the floor.

"Condom. Put it on" I ordered him. I tossed the bag to him and he put it on.

"Ok, so are we gonna do this or not?" He said, reaching over to me. Once again the man had made his way to get his strong body on top of me. From there I felt a jam, and screaming of delight the pain of sex.

"Do. You. Want. Me. To. Slow. Down." He said, gasping in between breathes.

"No. Im. Fine." Loosing breath. "Im. A. Perfession.-aLLLLLLLL!" Screaming once again at the end of my sentence. "My turn" I said pushing him off of me, and taking charge. Starting at the bottom of his chin and making my way down, I licked him. The sweet and salty taste of pleaure and sweat. He moaned. A moan of power and pleasure. I rested my head apon his chest and kissed his bare skin. I wrapped my legs around him until-

RINNNGGGGGG* his phone rang. The man quickly grasped his phone In his hand.

"Hello?" He said, still panting. The voice back was muffled.

Louis's POV:

"Yah she's 5'7, 134 pounds, blonde hair, brown eyes, uhm."

"Sir that's all we need. Please take a seat, fill out these forms and settle down." A woman said at the front desk of a police station. I called Harry.

"Hey, any luck?" He asked.

"None. I'm at the police-"

"What?! Why are you there?! Lori's gonna get so pissed now, she will never come home!" Harry yelled into the phone.

"Damnit! Why didn't I think of that. Oh well, she now knows were looking for her. I'm gonna call Josh. See if he's seen her. Bye harry."

"See ya. Good luck." He said. We quickly rushed to the car and sat in the front seat.

**Ringgggg! Ringgggg!* "hello?" A panting voice said.

"Josh! Have you seen my sister?" I frantically asked.

"No sorry mate. I don't even know what she looks like." He answered.

"Ok. Thanks though. Wait one more question.. What are you doing, why are you panting?" I asked. I smirked, obviously knowing what he was doing at 11 pm.

"Oh you know. Fucking girls. There's this new prostitute house, and strip club. It's worth the deal." He said.

"I have Eleanor, but I'm sure Harry would love it. Where is this place?" I asked. He gave me the address and we said our goodbyes.

Lori.... Where are you?