AN: Spencer at the top. I forgot who but someone said they imagined him as Sam Claflin and I was like ME TOOOOO!!!!

Warning this is unedited.

"This crap is so cute it'd be a crime to ruin it." Spencer tsked, holding up the 'I'm Sorry' basket I had given him just by his pointer finger as he admired it.

"Well it's all yours now, do what you want with it. But I still really am sorry about what happened-" I stopped mid-sentence at the sight of Spencer suddenly ripping and tearing through the plastic of the basket like a child, an eager expression on his face before he grabbed a muffin in triumph.

The both of us were currently waiting outside in the lounge area in front of my boss' office where Angelo and Harry were still conversing.

"Come to daddy," Spencer celebrated in his raspy voice, tossing the sweet in his hand before he began to stuff his face with the little cake, working his sharp jawline as he chewed while his eyes rolled to the ceiling in satisfaction.

"This is too damn good. Want some?" He offered when he noticed I was staring, bringing out the muffin he bit into as he wiped the crumbs off his hand over his expensive, dark blue armani suit without a care.

He was like a toddler stuck in the body of a mid-twenties ceo business man.

"Oh, no I'm fine, those are all yours. It's just- you have a little..." I trailed off in a somewhat higher pitched voice, subtly pointing at my chin to where the crumbs on his face were as he blinked at me in confusion.

His brown eyes watched my hand as he attempted to mimick my actions, groping around his jawline and lower face with a lost expression.

"Here." I smiled, reaching out and manually brushing the crumbs below his lips as he paused, staring at me before a light hearted, dimpled smirk appeared over his face.

"You're real motherly you know that?" He beamed, catching me off guard as I pulled my hand back in surprise.

I was silent for a moment, just staring at him for the longest time, so long in fact that Spencer began to look worried for a moment that he had said the wrong thing.

"Uh, you know, motherly in your personality, not like in being or looking old- I'm not saying you look old-"

"You really mean it!? I really love watching shows and movies where the mom is always so caring and she just does these little things to her kids with the smallest actions and it just warms my heart and I guess I unknowingly copy it sometimes but it comes so naturally it makes me happy!" I exploded and rambled out in one breath, my hands over my cheeks and a huge smile on my face at his compliment as he leaned back at the sudden raise of volume in my joyful voice.

"Yeah, course." He confirmed with full cheeks, eating more of the muffins before he suddenly tossed me one for myself as I looked at him in surprise.

"Food tastes better when you share." He explained with a shrug, making me smile.

"I always think the same thing too!" I exclaimed as his eyes lit up at my words before he leaned back on his chair.

"We are so in sync."

We then proceeded to discuss about how food is affected by our environment, attitude, and if love was put into it before another thought occurred in my head.

"Spencer, why didn't you tell Angelo about Harry and I?" I asked, munching on the muffin he gave me and curling my legs up on the chair besides him as he turned to me.

"Well, I've got better things to do than snitch." He said, finishing his third muffin before he hugged the basket in his lap with a goofy grin.

"Like eating all of this and getting fat." He smiled, his eyes closed in content as I placed my hand over my heart, trying not to cry in delight at how relatable this man was to me.

"Besides," Spencer began, a sudden shift in his tone as he rested his elbow on the arm of the chair, placing his chin in the palm of my hand and meeting my brown eyes with his very own.

"I think you look pretty when you orgasm." He stated, as if he was telling me I looked prettier with my hair up as I froze in response, not knowing what to say.

Before I could open my mouth to thank him the door to Angelo's office in front of us flew open, hitting the wall with a violent slam that probably left a dent as Spencer and I looked over at Harry who stood there, rigid at the entrance.

"What did you just say to her..." Harry lowly growled out, grinding his teeth with a clenched jaw as Spencer stood to his feet.

"Ha I knew you would come out! I knew you understood and spoke English! I knew i- oxygen- lacking oxygen." Spencer began to choke by the end of his sentence when Harry wrapped his large hands over his throat, ringing his neck, green eyes ablaze with rage as Spencer flailed like a deflated balloon underneath his grip.

"Use your words Harry use your words!" I panicked, hugging his back and screwing my eyes shut like my small body would hold him down.

"I'll fucking assassinate you on the spot if you talk to her like that again-"

"Okay maybe not those words!" I backtracked at Harry's harsh threat before Angelo entered the hallway, staring at the chaos that we were causing outside his office.

"Now is that anyway to treat your future boss." Angelo chided from the side, causing Harry to drop Spencer with wide eyes.

"Future boss?" Harry and I exclaimed with a turn of our heads, a look of anger on his face while mine contained one of excitement.

Finally, a boss who can also be a great friend.

"Call me Big Poppa!" Spencer spoke up from the ground, still rubbing at his sore throat with a cheeky smile.

"Big Popp-" I opened my mouth to celebrate before Harry clasped his hand over my lips, gritting his teeth as he held me close, leaning away and keeping Spencer to the floor with his foot.

"Aw she's adorable, let me hug her." Spencer insisted with open arms only for Harry to keep his foot on Spencer's chest, shielding me away from him in a protective manner.

"Like hell you'll be our next boss. I'd rather work for this ass than you." Harry spat, nodding his head over at Angelo who sighed while he continued to have his hand over my mouth.

"Remember what we talked about Harry." Angelo finally spoke up, something in his tone catching my attention as Harry froze in place, his body tensing before he lowered his foot from Spencer and released me
from his grasp.

"Yeah. I already know what to do." Harry bit out, looking more than irritated before he glanced my way for a moment, our eyes locking until he quickly averted his gaze with a stone cold expression, walking passed me before I caught the smidge of guilt on his face.

He left without so much as a goodbye.

I could sense something was wrong.

Something was definitely wrong.

I moved to go after Harry but was stopped by the authorative sound of Angelo's voice behind me.

"Malu, Harry will be working on a solo mission for tonight. I hope you two didn't have anything planned for this New Years." Angelo tested, a skeptical look on his face as he studied my reaction while my frown deepened before my shoulders slumped slightly.

Right... New Years Eve was tonight, how could I forget.

"No, no we didn't. I understand." I said in a soft voice, shaking my head and lying through my teeth as I felt both Angelo and Spencer's heavy gazes on me.

"Oh that's good to hear." Angelo continued in a patronizing tone as I kept my eyes set on the ground while.

Although Spencer had no single idea what the agency Harry and I were trained in was like, he looked between my boss and I with an observant expression, sensing the undeniable tension in the air.

"You're not punishing him are you?Because if you are then it is my fault as well and I deserve the same treatment." I volunteered, wondering what Angelo had sent Harry to do as his lips quirked up in a chillingly sly grin.

"No, no. Punishing him? More like rewarding him Malu, you have nothing to worry about. In fact, you're dismissed for the day." Angelo instructed with a secretive chuckle, making me inhale sharply to control the emotions from showing on my face as I simply nodded, turning on my heel and leaving.

It didn't seem right to leave without Harry but he looked like he didn't want to be bothered when he left.

The small car felt empty without Harry besides me, slumping and brooding in his seat like he always did despite the fact he rarely spoke and I did most of the talking.

At least he was there besides me.

I entered my vacant flat, forgetting about the green eyed man for only a moment when Fluffy greeted me with a happy meow, seeming to enjoy the fact that Harry wasn't besides me as I smiled and crouched down, patting my knees and cooing before picking up the naked feline into my arms.

I cradled my pet in my grasp, scratching behind his ear while my eyes wandered over my holiday decorated apartment as I closed the front door shut behind me, the garlands and Christmas tree somehow no longer festive to me.

Who knew this day would start off so wonderful with reading books and napping with Harry to taking down all my Christmas decorations in my home all by myself while Fluffy busied himself with an ornament.

I was already giving Fluffy his bowl of food and water in the kitchen when my phone went off in the living room, making me fast walk back in there, tangled lights trailing behind me as I hummed along with the 'Don't Worry Be Happy' tune.

My eyes widened considerably at the new caller ID that was popping up on my screen as I bit at my pinkie in thought.

No one has ever called me before, aside from Angelo informing me about a mission or Harry with that figgy pudding that one time- but judging by the number it wasn't either of them.

Oh gosh how do I answer?

"Fluffy help!" Scrambling back to the kitchen with the vibrating phone held to my chest I peered through the doorway at my pet who raised his head from his food bowl to give me a blank look.

"Should I answer with an excited 'Hey Malu here' or a laid back, cool, 'su'p.'" I contemplated in uncertainty, changing my tones with each greeting as my cat blinked at me.

"Wait but they probably already know it's me Malu so me saying it again would just waste time on talking to them wouldn't it- Oh! I could always go with the classic 'Hello' but what tone should I use?" I pondered, hopping on my tip toes in excitement until my phone suddenly stopped ringing.

I froze before slowly tilting my head down to look at my cell in horror.

"It stopped ringing!" I panicked, seeing all hopes of talking to someone go down the drain right before me.

"Meow." My cat peeped, going back to eating while I started to freak out, running around the kitchen.

"It stopped ringing! It stopped ringing!" I exclaimed in alarm -I mean what if it was an important call and I just missed it-

It started ringing again.

I immediatly answered it before the first music note could even finish, breathless and panting with wide eyes.

"Here su'p Malu hello!" My voice cracked along with my rushed greeting as I gave Fluffy a big thumbs up.

"I'm at a strip club!" A familiar baritone voice yelled through the speaker, muddled in with loud, sensous, heart thrumming music in the background as I blinked in surprise.

"Spencer?" I questioned, tilting my head to the side before I heard the roar of arrogant male laughter from the other line.

"Hey Malu it's me, Angelo gave me you and Harry's number while we were talking earlier today isn't that great?"

"Yeah that's-"

"No time for questions bubba. Harry's in trouble, meet me at the After Dark Club in ten. I'll send you the directions." He informed in a grim voice, making all my senses bristle with alarm at his claim as I nodded, quickly untangling myself from my Christmas directions and grabbing my car keys.

"Got it." I confirmed in a solid voice, feeling my chest constrict in an almost painful manner at the idea of Harry being in trouble.

I should have checked up on him.

"Oh, and one more thing," Spencer added as I patted Fluffy's head, rushing out my door and shrugging on my jacket with difficulty as I tucked my cell close to my ear.

"Yeah?"

"As your new boss, make my contact name on your phone Pimp Daddy."

I paused only for a second at his request, continuing to vigorously and repeatedly press the button to the elevator in anxiety, eventually changing my mind with impatience and going to the stairs.

"Why?-" I politely asked, my small legs hurriedly going down the flights of stairs at lightning speed before Spencer cut me off.

"No more questions." Was the last thing he said before the line went dead.

**

My mind was absolutely boggled when I arrive at the After Dark building, now understanding the significance of the name as I tilted my head up at the large, luxurious looking strip club.

I shivered a little, both from the cold and the laughter and music that were heard through the thick velvet barriers in front of me.

Just to make sure this was really the place Spencer was talking about -even though it had big lighted letters that spelled After Dark in the fromt exterior- I checked the address one more time.

I glanced back up, staying in my spot when a short, stubby man and a tall, lanky woman in a cocktail dress suddenly stumbled out of the building, their drunk, flirtacious laughter filling the air as they swayed and supported one another while they passed by me, reeking of cigarrettes, alcohol, and sex.

I also didn't fail to notice the obvious sheen of sweat on the man's brow and the way the woman's breasts were practically pouring out of her much too small dress.

I checked the address one more time with wide eyes, as if reading it over and over again would change the words.

Harry... was in here?

I straightened, taking in a deep breath and staring at the large closed doors in determination before straightening my jacket in a sassy manner.

You can do this Malu, Harry needs you.

With that one sentence hanging in my head I stepped forward and opened the doors loudly as if I was the owner of the building, my legs splayed apart and arms extended at my sides as every head in the front of the room turned to look at me intrusion while my hard gaze met every pair of eyes.

It reminded me of that scene when a complete stranger would enter a saloon in those old cowboy movies and the whole place would immediatly go quiet while everyone stared at the foreigner.

That's exactly what happened to me.

"Hi!" I smiled, replacing my confident posture with a more friendly one as I adamantly waved at the suited men and strippers who were glaring at me from their lush sofas and pillows.

Everyone eventually turned back to whatever obscene things they were doing in the dark as I traveled further into the haze of smoke and dim colored lights, silhouettes of curvacious woman slowly dancing around poles in every corner, groups of men surrounding each sexual performance as I looked around for both Harry and Spencer.

Spencer told me he would meet me here.

"Harry? Spencer? Harry... Spencer..." I whispered, taking turns calling their names as I unconsciously twiddled with my fingers, trying to get out of the way of the scandalously dressed women with trays of expensive cuban cigars and imported alcohol before I spotted short familiar waves of brown hair sitting on a couch a few feet away from me.

"Harry." I gasped at the sight of him, reaching out and placing my hand on his shoulder only for the man to turn and reveal a complete stranger, causing me to retract back in surprise.

"No, Marcus." The man corrected with a raise of his brow, an amused expression on his face as he took the cigar out of his mouth, blowing the smoke into my face as I squinted my eyes, scrunching my face and subtly coughing into the back of my hand.

"But I can be Harry if you want." He offered.

I smiled.

"No thank you." I politely declined and quickly turned around, walking away with rushed steps before he could answer until my wrist was suddenly caught by a small hand.

"What do you think you're doing greeting customers without proper clothing." The busty, made up, Victorian masked woman who held me back scolded as I turned to blink at her in confusion.

"Oh my gahd, you ain't even wearing a mask. Let's get you dressed before the boss busts my chops for this." She hisses, dragging me away from the lounge of men with a tug of my arm as I blabbered in protest.

"Wait- my friend. I have to save someone, and meet someone I-" I began, looking around me as I was pulled through the smokey room before I spotted a sight that caused everything around me to slow as my words trailed to a stop.

There in the V.I.P section was just the man I was looking for.

Harry was sat back against the nicest furniture cushions in the club, a talented masked, a topless, curvacious woman on top of him as she gave him slow, sensual lap dance, grinding her almost naked body against his.

Her arms were up above her head, descending along with her rotating hips when she lowered herself on him and I was almost thankful I couldn't see Harry's face -which I assumed was probably one of enjoyment- as she ran her hands through his tufts of brown hair, leaning her forehead against his as he made no move to stop her.

Well, didn't seem like he was in trouble at all.

They disappeared from my view even as I craned my neck, not able to tear my eyes off the two when I was pulled into a separate room, one much brighter and less hazier than the main lounge.

The small space occupied with a bunch of bustling, giggling strippers in front of lighted vanity mirrors as they fixed their hair or touched up their makeup while I carefully stepped over a variety of thongs, bras, pumps, and fluffy fur coats littered across the furniture and ground.

"Make up and outfit stat for this one, oh- and a mask too." The lady that was holding me captive ordered, snapping her well manicured fingers before she adruptly sat me down in front of a vacant mirror.

"Ohhh... new girl? Love your hair..." One stripper complimented, leaning over the desk in front of me as more of the women began to crowd around me, touching my hair or grabbing my chin and observing me while I sat completely still.

My body was sitting there in the middle of all those women but my mind was still lingering around Harry and that woman and it was as if I was paralyzed with shock.

Seeing Harry like that bothered me deep to my core and I had never experienced such strong emotions like this before.

As an automatic response, I began to block everything out.

It was as if I was watching myself in an out of body experience, letting whoever was near fix me up, surrounded by the women who persistently reached out to me until I was stripped from my usual clothing only to be dressed in a seductive white two piece lingerie looking attire, a matching garder over my exposed thigh as they finished curling my hair.

"Why white? What is this- her wedding night?" The woman who had dragged me in there in the first place -and the one who seemed to be in charge- snapped, pointing out the different color I was wearing compared to the other girl's skimpy clothings that were in different shades of black, grey, and deep red.

"Sorry Maggie, was the last one and no one wanted it. You know how it is, all these hoes take the red and black outfits first." One bare chested girl said, taking a drag of her cigarette before she gave Maggie a casual shrug as every girl around agreed with a nod of their heads.

"Don't worry cutie, you pull it off real well." A blonde reassured me in a genuine tone, a smile on her face as a red head besides her moved over to me.

"Here babygirl, let's try this on for size." She said in a friendly tone, obnoxiously chewing on some kind of cinnamon flavored gum, leaning forward and putting some color on my lips.

"Here's the matching mask." Maggie spoke up, handing me the beautiful, detailed white Victorian mask as I slowly blinked down at it, finding it quite similar to the one I remember seeing on that Fifty Shades of Grey book when I was visiting the library for more self help books.

"Ohhh, I'll help put it on for you dear." Another stripper cooed with delight, clapping her hands in a giddy manner before she gently placed it over my face, straightening it before all the woman leaned back to critique my transformation.

"Sweet and sexy, it really does work."

"Aw she's just adorable."

"New girl looks like a natural."

The sincere compliments came one after the other as they fixed my hair or pulled up my white bra making me blink and stare back at them, my conscious slowly snapping back to reality.

For a brief moment, as my mind slowly processed what they had just done to me, I couldn't help but smile.

I never had girl friends -well, girls who were friends of course and I had never experienced the 'famous' make overs females did to one another.

I liked it.

The door to the room suddenly burst open as the brunette that was dancing on Harry stormed into the room.

"Embarrassed! I'm absolutely embarrassed!" She vented out in anger and disbelief, stalking in with her four inch heels as all the strippers around me quickly turned their attention to her.

"Oh my god Candy how did it go?" One girl with a tattoo on her lower back asked in curiousity, sucking on a red lolipop.

"Yeah, you get him hard?" The perky red head who had helped with my make up asked in interest as they all stared at her with wide eyes.

"No. Not even a bit!" Candy all but yelled as she ran a hand through her dirty blonde hair in frustration while a collection of gasps sounded around the room.

I added a small gasp as well, just to get involved.

"What do you mean no?" Maggie repeated in disbelief, shifting her weight on one heel and placing her hand on her hup.

Candy grabbed a cigarette from one of her friends, taking a drag and crossing her arms before she blew the smoke out of her full lips in irritation.

"It means what it means. I give this guy a real good lap dance, best I've ever done and throughout the whole performance he's just has this stone cold, emotionless look on his face." She explained, mimicking the blank expression as a few girls placed their hands over their parted mouths.

"At first I thought it was just a show, but no. I start grinding and he's as soft as puddy. He didn't even try touching me when I was already on him, and get this. The second my song ended he practically shoved me off his lap. Full on shoved me like I was some piece of shit, the asshole." Candy ground out in annoyance, leaning against the wall before her blazing blue eyes settled on me.

"Who she?" She asked in curiousity, her anger fading as she nudged her chin at me before the red head attacked me in a hug, wrapping her thick arms around my neck and pressing her chubby cheek against mine.

"She's the new girl! Ain't she cute." She cooed as Candy smiled.

"Likin' the white. Good luck out there." Candy told me with a nod as I smiled at her, continuing to stay silent.

"Can't believe it, the hottest customer we've ever gotten shows up and no one can even get him stiff. My whole life is a lie." A black haired woman tsked, making a show of rubbing her temples.

"Vanity why don't you go out there!" Another woman teased, pushing the girl besides her who quickly shook her head no.

"Hell no! He's rejected almost the whole staff. He didn't even like Candy and she's the best, like shit I'm gonna give that robot a lap dance!" The woman squealed in protest.

"Maggie!" A male's voice boomed throughout the feminine gossip and giggles as a large, burly guy entered the room.

"What!" Maggie snapped even though they were only two feet away, resting her hand on the back of my chair.

"The hell's wrong with your employees. We got one of the most important clients sitting in the V.I.P lounge and he's sitting there lookin' like he's at his grandma's house rather than a strip club." The man cursed, using a bunch of hand motions as Maggie fumed.

"Ain't nothin' wrong with my girls! It's him who's the fluke! He's so scary and emotionless he even scarred Blaire over there." She quickly pointed while a bunch of 'yeah's' from the women were thrown in the air before they all turned to Blaire in the back corner, mascara'd eyes wide as she hugged her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth and mumbling under her breath.

"Ah quit your complainin. This is your job and none of you can even do it! Can't anyone turn him on?" The man demanded, looking over at the strippers who stayed silent, some casually whistling and avoiding his gaze while others checked their long nails and blew their bubble gum.

His beady eyes searched the crowd, a crease in his brow before he took a second take at me.

"You." He addressed with a point of his beefy finger.

"Hi...." I weakly greeted, subtly shrinking in my chair under his cold gaze.

"You can't send her, she's the new girl! That's like sending a poor baby lamb up for slaughter!" Maggie protected me as all the woman around her agreed, stepping forward.

"That ain't fair Chris, that customer will just eat her up!" Red head said with a stomp of her heel.

"Yeah and not in the good way!" Candy added, stepping in front of me to protect me as well.

"Yeah!" The rest of the strippers chorused.

"Fine, any one of you like to volunteer and take her place then?" Chris offered in an irritated voice, raising a bushy brow before they all immediatly stepped away from me aside from Maggie.

A long silence stretched over everyone as all the girls looked anywhere else but me.

Someone coughed in the back.

"Great, it's decided. The little lamb goes out there." He concluded with a jerk of his thumb, reaching out to me with his calloused hand before Maggie stepped in.

"Nuh-uh, we'll usher her in. Tryna man handle the new girl, shame on you." She snapped, a scowl on her face before she turned back to me with a more gentle look.

"Alright little lamb, time to show your chops yeah?" She attempted to ease the concern in her actions, fixing my hair and pulling it to the front as the red head placed a supportive hand on my shoulder.

"Just know we're all behind you girl. Cherry will always be here." She said with a hand over her heart, referring to herself in third person as they slowly brought me up out of my chair.

"If you get too intimidated, just blink at me two times and Maggie and I will take you out." Candy whispered in my ear, a comforting hand on my back as they ushered me out of the room back into the lounge while my eyes widened.

Half of me really wanted to tell these girls the truth and run out of there, but the other half enjoyed talking to such nice new friends as I nodded my head furiously, looking between Candy, Maggie, and Cherry who began to give me advice I've never even heard of while I wobbled up the steps to the V.I.P lounge in my matching white stilettos.

It was when Harry came into view, slumped back in the sofa with another suited stranger besides him speaking to him in a hushed tone that my knees began to shake, Maggie and Cherry holding onto each sides of my arms to help me walk.

There was already a crowd around the V.I.P lounge of intrigued customers and gossiping strippers, word spreading that one high class client wasn't impressed with any of the girls in the club.

All heads slowly turned to me, the crowd of people separating like the Red Sea as I stood out like a sore thumb in my all white lingerie while the rest of the woman sported much darker shades of black and red.

"If all else fails, suck his dićk and run." Candy whispered by my side, making my eyes widen under my mask as we slowly approached Harry and the other man, bodyguards looming in the shadows behind them.

"Come on now, you can't tell me you're really not enjoying all this." The stranger said in a gritty voice, letting out a throaty chuckle that immediatly stopped when Harry turned his head to give him a hostile look, not saying anything as he let his irritated dark, green eyes pierce through the man before he looked away.

The stranger rubbed the back of his neck nervously, already sweating before he spotted us first.

"Ah, see, more beauties just for us. Better be something good." The man added the last sentence on a threatening note a Maggie straightened while my body tensed when Harry turned his attention to me, a small glimmer of interest in his green eyes before it disappeared all together as he kept his straight face.

"Yes, we have a... new girl here." Maggie introduced as her and Cherry let me go before all three of them stepped back, giving the spotlight to me as my chest rose and fell in deep shallow breaths at the sight of Harry skimming his gaze over my exposed body.

His glare lingered on my stomach for a second longer before slowly trailing up and settling on my masked face, my identity hidden as I wondered if he knew just who I was.

"Do you know what song you want to dance to?" Candy stepped forward besides me, whispering in my ear as I brought my lips inward, frozen on my feet and shaking my head as Harry quirked his pierced brow up ever so slightly in obvious annoyancr.

"Okay, I'll do an easy one for you to wing it." She reassured me, stepping back as my eyes stayed on Harry's just like his were trained on mine while he rested his elbow on the arm of the sofa, resting his face against his hand with a bored expression.

My heart was absolutely racing in my ribcage, my palms sweaty as all the other customers and strippers watched me in curiousity as well, although Harry's gaze was the only one that truly affected me.

"Dance for me." Harry spoke up with a stern look, the rasp of his deep demand catching everyone's attention as they all looked at him while I straightened my shoulders slightly.

Then, the music started to play.

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AN:
Me: Hmmm, I think I'm going to add a character in the story for some fun and comic relief.
Readers: (See's new character) PLOT TWIST BET HE'S GONNA KILL EVERYONE AND END UP NOT EVEN BEING A GUY BUT A HYBRID SERIAL KILLER TOE FUCK HIM DONT TRUST HIM

Me: (Laughs and cries because I've triggered and scarred my readers and now they don't trust anyone)