Modern Bellarke AU. Based off a lack of stripper!Clarke fics and also, because I can't get enough bartender!Bellamy fics. So here it is! Inspired by lyrics from the song Heavy Metal Lover by Lady Gaga [just roll with it], that is also where I got the title from! Enjoy loves!

N.B:

*None of the characters are mine, all belong to the 100 and its creators!

**I have never actually been to an 'exotic dance bar' or anything of the like, so any misrepresentation or inaccuracies are completely mine, and I apologize in advance!

***Rated M; language, sex, etc. etc. first 2 chapters are T, M comes afterward!

Chapter 1 [Bellamy POV]

The interview went really well, Bellamy thought. Despite the fact his new boss seemed a bit on the sleazy side and that, at 25 years old, he has been hired as a bartender at a strip club to try and keep himself financially afloat, things were good. I mean, they could've been worse right?

After getting fired from his last bartending job, Bellamy had quickly begun a new search for employment, so he could afford to stay in school and finish his PhD in ancient history. Bellamy also didn't want his younger sister Octavia worrying about him while she was across the country, finishing her own undergraduate degree.

His last job at a swanky upscale lounge called Ark had ended abruptly, when he dumped a glass of vodka on a rich, entitled, self-absorbed asshole, who thought he could get away with sexually harassing one of the female waitresses for an entire night. Unfortunately, his boss hadn't appreciated that too much though. I don't care, that fucker deserved it, he thought to himself.

This new gig at Grounders - an exotic dance bar - wouldn't be the best job in the world, but hopefully it would be enough to get him and his sister through their last year of school. Although, the flickering neon sign and dilapidated old red brick building, complete with graffiti detailing an entire wall, didn't give Bellamy much hope.

He was in his new boss Cage's office filling out the minimal paperwork when he got his answer to that question, while Cage explained Bellamy's job requirements to him.

''Something important to remember, in this establishment, we refer to the girls as dancers, not strippers. They are equally my employees as you are. Clear? Now, obviously you've worked at bars before so we're not gonna waste time training you on how to run the bar. I'm assuming, with your resume, that you know how to pour beer and mix drinks. We've got two other main bartenders here. Miller's on shift today so you'll be working with him, and there's also Murphy, who's scheduled to come in today later tonight.''

He nodded in response. ''Anything else you need before I start my shift?'' Bellamy asked.

''One last thing," Cage paused. "Discretion is of the importance in this establishment. So basically we've got one main rule you need to abide by. Just don't discuss the dancers real names with anyone but the employees - we pride ourselves on discretion and protection for the girls. Other than that, show up for your shifts, mix drinks and keep the clientele happy. We clear?" Cage asked.

"Yes sir," Bellamy nodded.

"Alright, just head over to the main bar with Miller. He'll show you how we operate 'round here.'' Cage replied.

Bellamy handed Cage the rest of the paperwork, got up and walked out of the office toward the bar.

The first thing Bellamy noticed about the club, was that it was much bigger than the outside of the building had promised. The stage was very obviously the focal point as you walked in, with tables and chairs lining it. More private booths filled the right side of the club as well as a smaller, fully stocked bar. all the chairs and booths were covered in dark leather, that contrasted with clubs burgundy walls and lighting. Toward the left was a huge bar, stocked with every type of alcohol you could possibly imagine, with barstools lining it. Tucked away in the left-hand corner were two doors, emblazoned with the words VIP in bold black letters.

Approaching the main bar, Bellamy noticed a guy, who looked to be about his age or maybe one or two years younger, dark skinned with a buzz cut, stocking beer bottles into the fridge. "Hey, you must be Miller right? Name's Bellamy Blake, Cage just hired me." Bellamy said, introducing himself.

Miller looked up from his inventory sheet and gave a small smile. "Hey man, yeah I'm Nathan Miller. But most just call me Miller. Good to see ya. We're drownin' in work over here and it's a Saturday night. You got experience behind a bar?"

"Yeah, quite a bit actually." Bellamy replied.

"Alright great, well let's get started, then. I'm just finishing the stocking up for later tonight. Behind us we keep all the hard liquor on the shelves, with the higher quality liquors on the top shelf. Over there are the draft beers and respective kegs, and the fridges below have the bottled beers and premixed vodka coolers. I'm gonna let you know right now, we are constantly changing the light beer kegs. It's a popular seller and it gets mad busy in here on weekends when Princess is scheduled to be on stage." Miller chuckled.

"Princess? Really?" Bellamy smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Miller handed Bellamy a few cases of beer to be stocked. "Our Princess is one of the three regular dancers here. Well, her stage name was originally something like Ivory, but the story goes that when she was hired here and took the stage her first time, the clientele absolutely loved her and basically worshipped the ground she walked on. She literally made business boom for us. So they started calling her Princess and it just kinda stuck, and now she uses that." He explained. "Princess is definitely the most popular dancer in this place, along with Razer and Lexa. Hell they're all popular, the girls are gorgeous - I mean how could they not be. They usually come grab drinks after the night's over, so you'll meet 'em eventually."

Miller kept on chatting, just very easy conversation, and Bellamy found the guy truly likable. He was intrigued though, as to what Miller was saying. And, not that he would admit it to himself, but he may or may not be extremely curious about this elusive Princess of Grounders Nightclub.