High Heels with a Smirk (Nathan Sykes/Tom Parker Fanfic)

I Just Want You for the Weekend

"C'mon, Lee! We're gonna be late!" I quickly slipped on my bright red stilettos and ran downstairs. Ari smirked. "Looking pretty today, Miss Kence." I smirked.

"You're not so bad either, Miss Locke." She stuck her tongue out at me as I took in her outfit. Tight, sleeveless black dress with lace at the hems that ended mid-thigh. She was wearing black leather stiletto boots, her black hair was pulled back in a bun, she was wearing a plain, silk, black choker, and she had on a thin layer of eyeliner, dark grey eyeshadow, and pale lipgloss. She was going for a mysterious look, a look that she used often.

"A bit bold tonight, huh?" she remarked, referring to my own outfit. I smirked and looked down at myself, making sure that no wardrobe malfunctions would take place. I had on a tight red dress that also ended mid-thigh. It was sleeveless and backless. I wore dark eyeshadow and quite a bit of eyeliner. My light brown hair was left at its naturally curly state and hung loosely around my face aside from my pouf, and I was wearing my signature bright red lipstick.

"Indeed. It takes a lot to impress a celebrity. Especially a cocky British one." She smirked and nodded as we headed to her black Lexus, locking the door behind us. Ari made the five minute drive to the nearest club. She parked in the reserved section and we headed to the bouncer.

"Hello ladies! Looking pretty damn sexy tonight, as always." He winked as we smirked, making all of the guys at the front of the line drop their jaws. I handed him £50 and he pulled back the rope that separated the line from the club. "Now you ladies know that I don't charge you nothing," he said.

"We know, Derek, but we think you deserve a little tip. Sometimes a little more." I winked and headed inside, Ari close behind. Derek's dark eyes went even darker with lust.

"And when shall that payment be administered, ladies?"

"Soon. But right now, we have a job to do. If all goes well, then you can be expecting your payment." Derek smirked at Ari and me and nodded as we disappeared inside to be consumed by the heat of bodies pressed tightly together and the loud music.

"Ass so fat I need a lap dance..."

I smirked and started to sway to the music as Ari looked at me in confusion. "I've never heard this song before, Lee. And since when do you like this type of music?" I shrugged. She and I both knew that I wasn't really as dirty as I made others think. I was still innocent enough deep down.

"It's called Lap Dance, by Tyga. And just because I don't have an extremely dirty mind doesn't mean I can't listen to this type of music! And I actually do like rap." She put her hands up defensively.

"Alright, alright. Now let's go find those boys." I nodded and pulled out two photos. I handed the one of Tom Parker to Ari and kept the one of Nathan Sykes to myself. We had agreed to split the targets between ourselves, since Ari was Tom's age and I was Nathan's age. And jobs involving more than one person were usually done faster when we split up.

"Let's go over the plan again. Usual procedure, right? We head out onto the dance floor, dance until the boys come over, then get them alone," Ari said. I nodded and continued.

"Try and get them to go to either of our houses so it would be easier to strike. If not, get to a private room, then strike and cover, correct?" Ari nodded, and we headed over to the bar. The bartender, Angel, smiled at us as we took our seats.

"I was wondering when I'd be seeing you two again. I heard you've got another job, is that right?" We smiled and nodded as he handed us a shot of whiskey each, which we downed in a second. The second and third shots were gone quicker than the first. "So who's the lucky victim or victims this time?"