The Kitty club (A Tom Hiddleston story)

A plan

*Tom*
After being done for the day I go back to my hotel. I have hatched a plan and I need to make some phone calls, before I get ready to go see Natalie.
So, I pick up my phone, calling the club first, talking to the owner, who can tell me that it is possible, then I find Zac's number. I had thought a lot about which friend to call, but I am sure Zac is the right choice. I just have to hope he is in on it.
I know that this might not be the best way to do this and that maybe I shouldn't care about what Luke or others think. I just hate the thought of someone thinking badly about her and feel a need to prove them wrong. Maybe also just a little need to assure myself.
And now I have put it in motion, made the calls, cashed in on some really big favors, so there is no going back. But it will probably be best if Natalie never finds out about my plan, she might get angry with me.
I go change my clothes, before going to my rental car. I stop on my way to get a bit to eat, the club isn't open yet anyway. And I can't help chuckling to myself, it all seems so bizarre. Never thought I would be waiting impatiently for a strip club to open.
When I get there, I am greeted by Jasper at the door. He smiles and coos at me. "Good evening Mr. Hiddleston, always such a pleasure seeing you here sir."
"Thank you, Jasper, but please, call me Tom." I say, smiling friendly at the younger man, who bows his head in a theatrical way very befitting of him.

*Natalie*
"Are you sure? I mean Tom paid a lot of money for me not to do private dances for others, won't he be angry ?" I ask the boss. He has just sprung a big surprise on me. The club is having a big VIP thing next weekend and I am to do private shows to select VIP's.
The boss just shakes his head slowly. "I had a talk with Mr. Hiddleston, and he understands that it is essential to the club and to your work here after our arrangement with him ends, so he agreed that it is okay for that one night".
"Oh, okay, well then I guess it isn't a problem." I say and get up, smiling a bit stiffly probably. I leave his office and get down to get ready for my show. Honestly, I don't know how to feel right now.
Some big part of me wish Tom would have said no, that he didn't want me to strip for someone else. But I guess the boss is right, if the regular VIP's forget me, it will be hard for me making the money I need when Tom is gone.
I go change into my stage clothes, getting ready for my show. I have this weird feeling in my stomach, that I can't really explain. Had I let myself get too involved? Had I started believing in the fairytale? Was I really that naive?
As I get on stage I notice Tom down in the front. His eyes are following my every move. I had thought him to be different, but maybe he is just like all the rest of them after all?
I decided to not say anything to Tom, I am just going to ignore it and do what he pays me to do, apparently that is what he really wants from me, well that and sex.
As I walk into the private room wearing only a very skimpy set of purple lingerie with red blonde flowers, Tom looks at me surprised, but I ignore him, using my sexy but business-like voice. "Please sit in the chair as instructed Mr. Hiddleston."
"Lilly? What is wrong darling?" He asks, looking even more surprised, but he sits down anyway, and I ignore his question and start to dance.
Now he actually starts to look really worried and he gently grabs my arm. "Lilly, look at me. What are you doing love?"
"What you are paying me to do, sir. And please take your hand off me." I try to pull free from his grasp, but to no avail, as he is much stronger than me.
He pulls me down on his lap, holding me close to him, making me struggle even harder. "Damn it Lilly, stop fighting me. Tell me what is wrong darling, what happened?"
"I am just doing my job, you know some of us actually need the money to pay our bills." I say, trying even harder to get free. I could call security, but I don't, I know he won't hurt me.
He shakes me, still having a firm grip on me. "Stop it baby. Talk to me. Tell me what it is, I can see you are angry with me. What have I done?"
"Were do I start? What about making me feel worthless and like just a fun play thing to occupy your time while you are here?" I hiss at him.
He gently grabs my face, looking into my eyes. "Darling what on earth would possess you to think something like that?"
"Why did you tell the boss that I could do private dances at the VIP arrangement? He told me you understood I would need the customers when you left." I say, fighting the tears.
His lips graces mine, and I don't really fight. "Oh baby, I never said that, please believe me. I agreed that you could do 1 or 2 private shows that evening if you said yes to do so, that is all. He told me it was important for you and the club... I... I didn't want to give you problems."
"Oh." I hadn't thought that the boss might not be entirely truthful with me. "I just felt so hurt, sorry I didn't ask you".
"It's okay, darling". He kisses me softly, then his eyes run over me. "Could you perhaps put some more clothes on? You do look amazing, but I would like us to talk and it is hard with you looking like that."
I kiss him again, before getting up and go to get some clothes on. So I jumped to conclusions, he had just wanted to do the right thing for me, right?