Call Girl || Harry Styles AU

Life as a normal young adult was not something Ariana Ramsey could relate to. When a malicious rumor about her being a call girl grows aggressively out of control, Ariana uses it to her advantage instead of crumbling from its devastation. During one wild night, Ariana meets Harry Styles – a famous musician. What she didn’t expect was for him to fall for her, and she for him. But nothing comes easily in her world. Harry doesn’t approve of how she makes a living, but Ariana – being the only bread-winner in her family – can’t give it up. Not just yet.


3. T H R E E

Ariana got pretty good when it came to vocalizing during sex, but in the case of this John, he always wanted more. The most over the top porn-style noises were his desire and it amused her so much to actually have to do such a thing on a semi-regular basis with him. But he was one of her top paying clients and she wasn’t in the business of asking questions.

Also, did she mention he liked it when she called him daddy? Again, she wasn’t asking questions.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Right there. Daddy, oh. Daddddyy…” Ari moaned as he took her from behind.

Her fingers dug hard into the sheets as the beast of a man shot his load into the mandatory condom he was wearing, grunting like a god damn dying bear. Ari was ready to get out of that fucking hotel room the moment he was done. She had to transform herself into a stripper and she had very little time to do it. Daddy pulled out and collapsed onto the mattress next to her. She took the opportunity to crawl out of the bed and retrieve her clothing.

“Ah, Sugar. Can’t you stay and cuddle?” He chuckled.

“Sorry, baby. I’ve got places to be,” she said, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“One of these days I’m just going to put you on payroll so you’re all mine, Sugar,” he said, sending her a devious smirk.

Did she mention he calls her Sugar? A nickname she literally cringes over.

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” She smiled adoringly at him. She played her part well.

“Someday, Sugar. Someday,” he said as she finished dressing herself.

“The money is on the dresser,” he said and nodded toward a white envelop he left there for her.

“I’ll see you next time, baby,” she said, winking at him as she snatched up the envelope before darting out the door.

She practically ran to her car, getting inside. She needed to get home and shower as fast as she could to be able to get to the hotel in time for the birthday party. She still wasn’t entirely sure about what she would wear. Something simple, she supposed. Something that was easily accessible and easy removable. She dug through the suitcase she kept hidden in the trunk of her car. It contained all of her skimpy outfits and lingerie that she wore on her calls. There was no way in hell she could keep them in the house with her mother and her fourteen year old sister snooping around. Outfits like that would generate questions and she wasn’t in the business of asking questions – or answering them.

She pulled out a skimpy black lace bra and matching panty set. She honestly couldn’t go wrong with black lace… ever. She grabbed a tiny black dress to go over it as well and shoved it all in her purse before heading inside to shower.

After Ari put on the outfit that would make her mother have a heart attack if she knew she was leaving the house dressed like a… well, a hooker, she threw a button up shirt over it, tying it at the waist to make it seem like it was more casual than it really was. Deciding that she couldn’t go into the hotel looking like some random teenage girl, she took to her mother’s closet to find an appropriate overcoat. She had a reputation to uphold and nothing about her was cheap. She grabbed her short black trench coat and made a mad dash for the front door before any questions were asked.

“Going out. Don’t know when I’ll be home. Don’t wait up,” Ariana called to her mom and sister, who were watching a movie in the living room.

Ari was nineteen years old and had been doing this for over a year. Her mother knew she kept crazy hours, but she had no clue what she was doing during them. Never in a million years would she ever think that her worst fears for her daughter were realized at the ripe age of eighteen. Ariana’s mother, like her, was not one to ask questions though. She figured her mother’s don’t ask, don’t tell philosophy stemmed from her pill addiction she formed over the past couple of years. She didn’t want people asking about her life, so why would she ask about theirs? But really, she was living in delusions. Who did she think started paying the rent when the landlord came asking for money? Who did she think continued to pay for Robin’s tuition at her private school when the check their mother wrote bounced? For the past year, Ariana had been single-handedly keeping their family afloat, but her mother never asked questions.

Ariana drove to the hotel as fast as she could. She needed a little bit of mental preparation before going into this. She never had to dance around in front of a group of people before. Sure she had guys here or there who wanted her to strip and dance for them like a stripper, but this was different. This was with multiple people, who were most likely in her own age bracket, not her usual middle-aged men.

She sat in her car smoking her cigarettes, trying to shake off the nerves before she went inside. Ten minutes until ten o’clock. Here goes nothing.

Ariana pulled the button-up off of her body and placed a pair of black stilettos on her feet. She checked her makeup in the rear view mirror before stepping out of the car. It was February and the weather in LA was certainly a bit cool, so she was quite glad she grabbed her mother’s trench coat. It was meant to hide the fact that she was a hooker walking into a hotel, but it served more than one purpose in the end.

With as much confidence as she could muster, she walked up to the concierge and asked for the presidential suite.

“Ariana?” She heard from behind her. Oh god. Who recognized her?

She slowly turned to find a very attractive looking guy standing in front of her that she’d never seen before. Her breathing evened out when she realized she hadn’t been caught.

“Jude,” he smiled at her, introducing himself.

“Oh. Hello,” she smiled, shaking his hand.

“Glad you could make it,” he smirked at her. She was certain he was.

“Are you ready?” He asked, nodding toward the elevator.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she said, taking a deep breath.

“How many people will there be?” Ariana asked as they rode the elevator up.

“There are ten guys here, including me,” he informed her. She took a deep breath and nodded her head, trying to keep her cool, even though on the inside she was freaking out.

“Are they all… your age?” She asked, looking over at him from the corner of her eye.

“About that, yeah,” he said with a nod.

“And the birthday boy… how old?” She asked curiously.

“Harry. He’s twenty-two today,” he told her.

“Twenty-two. Wow,” she said, feeling a sense of fear wash over her. She didn’t work with people her age. Something about it scared the shit out of her.

“Is that a problem?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“I’m just… I’m just used to… older clients,” she told him, swallowing hard.

“We’re a pretty harmless bunch,” Jude chuckled, smiling over at her.

“It’s just… you’re so near my age. I just… I don’t know,” she said, but immediately shut up. He didn’t want or care to hear about her issues.

“You’ll do fine. We don’t bite… unless you’re into that sort of thing,” he smirked at her.

“Hey, now. It’s my job to please you. Not the other way around,” she smiled at him as the elevator door opened.

“I should tell you one thing though,” Jude said, turning to smirk at her.

“And what’s that?” She asked curiously.

“Harry… he’s famous,” Jude said, giving her an uneasy look.

“Famous?” Ari asked, knitting her eyebrows together in confusion.

“Yeah. He’s uh… he’s Harry Styles,” Jude said as they stopped in front of the door to the Presidential Suite.

“Harry Styles?” She asked, looking at him with her eyebrows high into the air.

“Yeah,” he chuckled.

“As in One Direction?” She asked, her mouth going dry.

“Yeah,” he chuckled.

“You got a hooker for a boy bander?” She choked out.

“Well, no. You’re just a stripper tonight,” he reminded her.

“But, I’m a hooker. And he’s… he’s Harry Styles,” she said, freaking out internally.

“Don’t let that hang you up. He’s not exactly innocent,” Jude chuckled. Ari took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

“Are you okay?” He chuckled, eyeing her skeptically.

“Yeah. I’m… I’m fine,” she said, trying to pull up whatever image she had of the youngest member of One Direction.

And how the hell did she even know he was the youngest member? Maybe because she always found him to be the most attractive out of all of them. But honestly, she hadn’t heard anything about One Direction for a few years. Were they still a band? As far as she was concerned, they had fallen off the face of the earth. But now here she was, standing outside the Presidential Suite at Hotel Bel-Air about to strip for fucking Harry Styles.

What had her life become? Suddenly, she wasn’t feeling so bad about the hefty price tag she put on her services for the night. Harry Styles was worth at least a couple hundred-million.

“Ready?” Jude asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah,” she nodded as he opened the door.

She could hear music, sprinkled with talking and laughing. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest and the trench coat she was wearing felt so confining. She just needed to get out of it. But that was the point of all of this anyway, wasn’t it?

“Wait here,” Jude whispered to her as he continued on into the large space.

Ariana was successfully hidden away from the rest of the group in the hallway while Jude announced he had a little entertainment for everyone. She watched him give her the nod and she quietly walked into view, all confident and sexy. At least she appeared to be on the outside.

“Hey, boys,” she smiled, taking off the coat as she walked in.

“Hey, there,” one guy said in response.

“Which one of you is the birthday boy?” She asked, looking around at all the stunned faces.

“Harry! Oh! Harry!” One of the guys freaked out, wrapping his arm around the shoulder of a guy that looked entirely shanghaied by her presence.

“That’s Harry,” another guy laughed, pointing him out.

Well hello there, hottie. Mr. Styles was sexy as hell. Ariana didn’t expect that when she thought of the youngest member of One Direction. Sure he was always attractive, but he was just a boy back when they started out. Now he was a man – a very, very sexually appealing man.

“What? You got me a stripper?” Harry asked, looking over at Jude. His British accent surprised her, even though she knew One Direction was from the UK.

“For your viewing pleasure,” Jude smiled, saluting him.

“Dear, God,” Harry said, covering his face with his hand. The boy was blushing and it was entirely intriguing.

“Get it!” His friend that was standing next to him called out, pushing him forward.

“Hello, Mr. Styles,” Ariana said, walking toward him after tossing her coat over one of the empty chairs.

“Hello,” Harry said bashfully.

“Are you having a good birthday?” She asked, trailing her finger down his chest.

“I suppose,” he said, barely even able to look up at her.

“Well, it’s about to get even better,” she said as she leaned in, whispering in his ear loud enough for the room to hear. All the guys were shouting and whooping. It was actually pretty funny and helped Ari really get into character.

“And you know what, Mr. Styles?” She told him, looking him in the eye again.

“What’s that?” He asked, blushing wildly.

“Feel free to touch,” she said, placing his hand on her breast. His friends went crazy over this.

“Oh, man,” he said, averting his gaze, blushing the brightest shade of crimson she’d ever seen.

“You are positively adorable,” Ari said, grabbing his face in her hand.

“Now, come on. Let’s get this party started, baby,” she said, taking his hand and leading him toward the chair Jude placed perfectly poised in the middle of the room.

His friends’ cat-calls and shouting made for a less awkward situation, which Ari was grateful for. This boy wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but he did look like a deer in headlights during some moments. She figured it was her job to break him out of his shell. She sat him down in the chair and wedged herself between his open legs.

“I hope you don’t mind if I touch too,” she said, standing in front of him, using her finger under his chin to get his attention up to her face.

“Uh, sure,” he stammered.

“Good,” she said, running her hands down his chest and then down his thighs. He took in a deep breath, which caused her to smirk. Adorable.

“Somebody get this man a drink,” Ariana said, turning to his friends.

“What about you, sweetheart?” One of them asked.

“Harry and I can share. Can’t we, honey?” She asked, smiling at Harry.

“S-sure,” Harry said.

“Something strong,” she called over her shoulder.

“I like ‘em stiff,” she moaned in Harry’s ear, playing her part perfectly.

Ohh,” Harry chuckled awkwardly.

It wasn’t hard to get sexy for this boy. Just having his eyes on her made her tingle all over. She’d never felt like this ever when she was with a client. But she was too preoccupied by him to realize it might not be a good thing. She danced her way out of her tight black dress and got a lot of cheers from the guys when she was left in her black lace bra and panty set.

“What do you think, baby? Huh? Do you like it? Do you think I’m sexy?” Ariana asked Harry seductively.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re… you’re definitely sexy,” he chuckled.

Mm. Don’t you want to touch?” She asked, sticking her backside out slightly in front of him. He hesitated a bit before reaching out his hand and grabbing the fleshy part of her bum.

Mm. There you go, baby,” she moaned as she sat down on his lap and gyrated against him. She heard a low groan escape his throat from what she was doing to him.

“Do you like that?” She moaned.

“Yeah,” he breathed in her ear.

“Mm, good,” she said, getting up from his lap.

Ariana took a few minutes to go around the room, dancing around for the other guys before she came back to the birthday boy. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up out of the chair. His body crashed into hers and she could tell he was already drunk by the way his movements lagged.

“Dance with me,” she said, pressing her backside into his front.

Harry’s arm wrapped around her middle as his body began to move fluidly with her. She noticed he had the drink she requested in his other hand, so she grabbed it and took a sip. It was definitely strong, just like she said.

“Mm, perfect,” she said, taking another sip before she handed it back to him.

He downed the rest of it and placed it on the table behind him before he focused all his attention on her once again. What inhibitions that were holding him back before were slowly slipping with every second they spent grinding with each other to the loud music. His hands got more grabby as his face sunk into the nap of her neck. And for once, she was actually enjoying her job. She turned into his arms as his hands found her hips.

“Touch me,” she told him.

He looked into her eyes, but didn’t move. Ari grabbed his hand, bringing it up to her lips, slowly sucking in his index finger. His breathing hitched as he watched her.

“Touch me,” she told him again, bringing his hand down to her chest once again. His other hand came up, grabbing onto her other breast.

“Just like that, baby,” she smiled pleasingly at him, throwing her head back. Her hands found his hips as they continued dancing with one another.

Harry’s lips came down, kissing her collarbone and she felt herself slipping. And she didn’t want to stop. Ari reached up, unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Harry stopped what he was doing just to stare at her. He was incredible. She couldn’t help but smile.

“Styles, are you about to fuck her or what?” They heard one of his friends call out, breaking them out of the bubble they created with each other. Harry’s eyes shot over to him.

“Shut the fuck up,” he told him.

“You guys are practically fucking already,” his friend laughed.

That’s when Ari felt Harry retreat away from her. With everything inside of her, she felt like killing that guy. But she knew he had a point. She wasn’t a very good stripper. She had a group of guys to entertain and so far she hadn’t done much but dry hump the guest of honor. She pulled herself away, going over to the loud-mouth guy.

“Are you jealous, baby? Are you feeling left out?” Ariana asked, wiggling her backside in front of him.

“Yes,” he laughed, bringing his hand up to grab her breast. She immediately slapped his hand away.

“Uh-uh. I said he could touch. Not you,” she scolded him.

“Well, fuck then,” the guy scoffed.

Ariana danced around for the other guys too, but she kept her eyes on Harry. He was talking and laughing with his friends, but his eyes always came up to find hers and they’d share a moment with each other from across the room.


After her hour service up, Ariana dressed herself back up into her black dress. As she and Jude were settling her tab, Harry walked up to them.

“Hey, listen. If you… if you’ve got nothing else to do, you know, you could stay and hang out,” he told her with a shy smirk on his face.

“Oh, yeah?” She asked, cocking her eyebrow at him.

“Yeah. I can get you a drink and we can just… hang out,” he told her. She couldn’t help but smile at him. He was so sweet.

“Sure. I’d like that,” she told him.

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