#magicmike

Magic Mike's Last Dance First Reaction

A/N- This is a fun little fictional Harry Styles oneshot/short story that is inspired by events that happened to me and friends while we were in Vegas for a bacherlorette party. I hope you enjoy!

I hate packing, it’s one of those daunting tasks that I love to wait until last minute to complete. I always seem to forget something, no matter how many lists I make. I was determined that wasn’t going to happen this time around. In 12 hours, I’ll be boarding a plane with my 3 closest friends; headed to sin city for 3 nights of debauchery. My best friend Savannah was about to marry the love of her life in two weeks, and being the amazing maid of honor that I am, I organized this trip to Vegas. None of us have ever been so we really have no idea what we’re getting into. I’ve heard the crazy stories, and my mother has already warned me 100 times about precautions and being safe. I can just hear her in my head now screaming at me about how I need to be more aware of my surroundings. She’s right...I do.

Savannah told me months ago that she wanted to go see “Magic Mike” while we were in Vegas. I’ve seen the movies, they are definitely entertaining, but a part of me blushed when she mentioned seeing them live. She gave me a hard time about it since I’m more “reserved,” as she likes to put it. Yeah, I’ve had boyfriends, but nothing too serious. I’m that friend who’s always the bridesmaid, never the bride...and I’ve kind of just accepted that. Savannah has made it abundantly clear that her goal is to get me a lap dance while we’re on this trip. I told her that this was her party, not mine, but she insisted. I’ve never been to anything like this, but you only live once, so I booked the tickets. Anything for Savannah because it’s her weekend after all.

I continue to rustle through my carry-on items, making sure everything follows TSA regulations before I stick the toiletry bag in my suitcase. This is another thing I hate about flying. I have too many bottles of product and not enough room. I’m high maintenance, sue me. I run down my check list one last time, making sure I haven’t forgotten anything. I had a massive light up veil made for Savannah to wear to the Magic Mike show and I can’t wait to surprise her with it. I safely tuck that away and zip up my suit case, setting it by the door so it’s ready to go. Our flight leaves bright and early at 8 AM!

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“Tris! Can you believe this! We’re in freakin Vegas bitch!” Emily shouts as we gather our things and I triple check to make sure I’m not leaving anything behind. Our flight landed, and as we walk off the plane and into the airport all I see are bright flashing lights and slot machines. My eyes go wide. We aren’t even on the strip yet; I can only imagine what we are in for. Savannah’s face is lit up, she looks so happy and excited which makes me feel the same. Jade comes up behind all of us and wraps her arms around in a big group hug, “I hope you losers are ready for the best 3 days of your lives, but honestly we probably won’t remember any of it.” I can’t help but roll my eyes and laugh. “This weekend is all about Savannah! You know, one last fling before the ring! That’s what her sash says!” I get a glare from Savannah and I know that look all too well. “Yeah, I might be the one getting married, but you’re the one who's single, Tris. Don’t you think for one second I’ve forgotten about that lap dance!”

I love you S, but whatever, this is not happening.

I give my best friend the biggest grin I can muster and usher us towards baggage claim, doing my best to get the attention off of me. I can’t wait to get to the hotel. We are staying at The Flamingo, and from what I’ve heard they have one of the best pools in Vegas.

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Today is the day, the day we get to see a bunch of half-naked men dance around on stage. Savannah, Emily, and Jade won’t shut up about it. The show starts at 9 pm, but until then we have a full day of pool side relaxation planned. We spent our first night in the fancy suite and it did not disappoint. I have never stayed anywhere so lavish and I honestly didn’t know what to do with myself.

The girls and I ordered breakfast delivered to the room this morning. It was a full spread of pancakes, muffins, a cheesy hashbrown casserole, eggs, bacon, sausage, fruit, and of course mimosas. We were drunk before noon but hey, does time really exist when you’re on a bachelorette weekend in Vegas?

“What are y’all wearing tonight to the show?” Savannah asks anxiously as we all put our bikinis on to make our way to the pool.

“I brought 3 different outfits because I couldn’t make up my mind. I’m going to need y’all to help me pick one,” Jade quickly chimes in.

Emily looks over at me as I throw the sunscreen in my pool bag along with my beach towel. “What about you Tris? What are you wearing?”

I look around the room and everyone’s eyes are on me. Honestly, I didn’t put a lot of thought into my outfits. I never go out or to clubs, so my wardrobe is quite limited, and of course I didn’t bother to go shopping before the trip. I’m just simple. I mean, I like to think I have style but comfort is also important to me.

“Yall know me, I’m simple, and I haven’t put too much thought into it honestly.”

This answer was not good enough for Savannah. “Do I need to raid your suitcase? Or do we need to go shopping before tonight?”

“No, no, no... I brought plenty to wear. How many times do I have to tell you? This night is for you S, not me, all eyes and pelvic thrusts are going your way, not mine.”

“Oh hush, you know damn well you aren’t leaving tonight without some dick in your face...hell maybe even a phone number.”

I laughed, like a legit belly laugh. There is no way this was happening, but I’ll let Savannah hype me up all she wants if it makes her happy. I know she always has my best interest at heart, but I felt so out of my depth with all of this. Oh well. I’m telling myself I need to live it up while I’m here, even though it’s so out of character for me.

The next 2 hours were spent finding me an outfit. Our pool day was put on hold because apparently my outfit for this evening took top priority. We ended up finding a black body-con dress that I fell in love with. It had gold accents on it which really made the whole thing pop. All the girls made noise, “oohs and aahs” as I walked out of the dressing room and did a little twirl.

Jade screamed, “That’s the one! This is it bitch! You look so hot!” and well next thing I know I was swiping my credit card.

This brings us to now as the 4 of us walk through the doors of the Hard Rock Hotel. This is the residency spot for Magic Mike. I must admit we all look fucking hot, and as Savannah loves to say “you could bounce a quarter off that ass” it looks so good. I grin to myself just thinking about it. We make our way through the line and this handsome man in black dress pants, and a black vest, with nothing on underneath it, escorts us to our huge couch front and center.

The atmosphere of this place is amazing. There are couches set up all around the stage and towards the back there are intimate booths with tables. This is not what I was expecting at all, but I’m loving it. We make it to our seats and another sexy man comes to take our drink orders. We all of course order the largest and strongest thing on the menu; I need a little liquid courage right now.

In our seats there are stacks of pink money with all the dancers faces on them. Apparently at MM you don’t throw real money, this is all about the female experience. Savannah looks at me, with her huge light up veil adorning her head. “Look at this! I can’t wait to tuck one of these in the front of a G-string!” I can’t help but laugh at her, she is so bold and I love her for it.

Soon the waiter comes back with our drinks and the lights are going down. Goosebumps flitter up and down my arms as sultry music begins to play, and a gorgeous woman with stiletto heels and a pant suit walks on stage. As she welcomes everyone to the show, she goes into a spiel about how different this experience is going to be. She also warns fans that at any time someone could be picked from the audience to come up and participate. I know I turn beet red just thinking about it, as all my friend eyes turn towards me and they giggle.

Is this my bachelorette weekend? No, I don’t think so. Savannah you’re going on that stage not me!

I shake my head at them as the mood once again shifts in the room and there are men coming from every corner of the space dancing, flipping, and grinding their way onto the stage. I don’t know where to look, my senses are overloaded, and the place is so loud with excitement. Once all the guys make it on stage they get into a formation and the music changes again. They are all wearing tight jeans, showing off every muscle and curve; not to mention their ass. While rocking white tees that quickly come off and are thrown into the crowd.

As my eyes scan over each one of the men, a tall brown-haired beauty with piercing green eyes makes eye contact with me and I get a shiver down my spine. He’s legit beautiful. His hair hitting right at his neck, with sexy waves, and a curl that falls down on his forehead. I’m blushing, my face feels like it’s on fire as he walks towards the edge of the stage in my direction.

I feel like I’m in a trance and I can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s now standing in front of me, a smile on his face, as he reaches out his hand. I look around...wondering if he’s really wanting me, and he shakes his head yes. I reach up to grab his ring clad fingers, my heart rate picking up, as he pulls me forward and slowly raises my hand towards his mouth, giving it a small kiss. I’m frozen, I look down at my hand and back up to his face, our eyes meeting. The music is loud and my friends are losing their minds around me, but I can’t stop looking at him. He bends his head further down to whisper in my ear.

I try to speak but words aren’t forming. I’m a mess so I just shake my head yes and quickly sit down as he gives me a wink, and quickly finishes his routine with the other men on stage. The music fades and the room goes black.

What is happening?

The girls are quickly leaning in asking me a million questions and screaming.

“What did he say?” “Omg, T, he is so hot!” “Are you going on stage?”

I try to compose myself best I can, part of me is excited and part of me is scared out of my mind. What did I just agree to?

“He told me he wanted me on stage during his next solo performance...I have no idea what it is.”

Savannah grabs my face and places her forehead on mine, she’s gazing at me so intently as she speaks to me, “breathe T, it’s ok, this is supposed to be fun, yeah, you’re golden baby girl.”

This is not the time for my anxiety to kick in so I take some deep breaths. She’s right, I’m ok. This guy is hot...majorly so, and when am I going to ever get this experience again? I should take full advantage and live in the moment.

Why am I such a ball of awkward nerves?

Time passes and half the show has gone by. I’ve seen more abs and ass than I ever have in my life, but I’m not complaining. The show has been so fun and entertaining but that anxious side of me is wondering when I’m going to be brought up on stage.

A few minutes later I feel a tap on my shoulder and a man is asking me to come over to the stairs. He asks me my name and I give it to him.

“Hi Tris, I’m Emmanuel. Harry said he let you know at the beginning of the show that he wanted you to come on stage for his solo performance. Are you ok with that?”

I quickly give Emmanuel a nod and a “yes” before I have time to back out.

He informs me of what is about to happen and walks me into the middle of the stage. There is a large circular mat right in the center that he tells me to lay down on. My nerves are completely shot and I’m doing my best to walk in these heels. I think I will die of embarrassment if I twist an ankle up here. Every eye in this place is on me and I hear Savannah, Jade, and Emily screaming my name from their seats.

I make it to the mat and lay down not knowing was to expect; after about 15 seconds the lights go low, and the music begins to play. It’s an electric beat that sounds mysterious and sexy. Blue low lights begin to shine around the stage towards the ceiling, and as I look up, I see the man who I now know to be Harry, extended mid-air, and slowly lowering himself towards the stage. He has ropes wrapped around his feet and hands that he uses to slowly flip himself down to the floor. He’s only wearing black briefs that cling tightly to his body, and you can see every outline of what’s beneath them. My mouth drops open and I can’t move. I have no idea what is happening or what I should do, so I just lay there...mesmerized.

Harry’s gaze is on me. His eyes are so hyper focused I feel like he can see all of me. It’s almost like he’s undressing me little by little. He gets lower and his body is literally hung over mine, his face inches away, as he stares back at me. This man is ethereal looking; his jawline looks as though it was chiseled by the gods, and part of me wants to reach up and touch it. Among other things. He’s just so...attractive, and my mind races of why he chose me for this. His body is so close I can feel the heat radiating off of him and I slowly feel an ache setting into my stomach that’s moving lower.

At this moment I can’t believe I’m turned on, in a room full of over 100 people.

Harry unwraps his legs from the rope and lowers his feet to the floor, straddling me. His eyes haven’t left me once and the sight above me is so intimidating. He reaches down to grab my hands and he slowly rakes them down the front of his body, over his torso, and barely grazing the top of his briefs. I can’t help to close my eyes while my hands shake with excitement and fear of the unknown.

Harry bends down again, as he slowly lowers to his knees, straddling my stomach, but careful not to put any pressure on me. He slowly dips his head down into my neck and I feel his tongue go from the base all the way up to my ear. A soft moan tumbles from my mouth, there was no way to control it, and I quickly bite my lip. My eyes are still closed because the sheer thought of making eye contact with this man right now scares the hell out of me. I hear his deep voice in my ear and it’s like he read my mind.

“Eyes on me pretty girl, mmm...you feel amazing.”

As soon as the words left Harry’s mouth he was on his feet, ropes in his hands as he quickly starts to rotate his body around the mat. Who knew they had aerialists at Magic Mike, but that’s exactly what this was...except he was nearly nude. His body moved around me and above me, making beautiful shapes with his legs, arms, and torso. He looked like he was flying through the air; it was beautiful to watch. Just when I thought it was over Harry came back to hover over me. He grabbed my hands again and raised me up to where I was standing right in front of him.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered in my ear.

Do I trust him? I have no idea...

“Yes,” I stated, and that was all Harry needed to hear as he grabbed my waist, and as he did so the rope was pulled into the air.

Harry’s eyes were on me again. He looked like he had so much to say, but he quickly asked me to wrap my legs around him, so I did. As soon as I was secure our bodies were twirling around the stage. I wanted to scream from the euphoria that was rushing through me but Harry’s gaze was still on me.

“Are you having fun pretty girl?”

I nodded with a big smile on my face as we made our descent back to the mat. He slowly and carefully laid my body down as I took a deep breath.

Harry reached down one last time and whispered into my ear.

“You did so well, please come see me before you leave the show tonight.”

And with that the lights went off, the room was black, and Harry was gone.

Y’all I have loved Kevin Nash ever since I was in 5th grade. And finally sat down and watched him in Magic Mike and Magic Mike XXL. And Tarzan gets NO love, he was gorgeous! And I love this man! He’s MINE! <3