The Virgin Alpha and the Prostitute

Chapter 2: Enticement

Amalia

“You’re sure that’s him?” Tracy whispered.

“Yes,” I replied. “I’m sure.”

“Okay. I’ll let the hostess and other girls know. Someone will take over your tables. Please don’t leave without saying goodbye!”

“One thing at a time, Trace. Remember what happened to Angie. He might not want a whore.”

Tracy clicked her tongue at me. “Shush. Most of the time it works out. He looks pretty into you. Now hurry up—I think he might need a reminder to breathe.” Tracy took the tray of cocktails from me and scurried off. We had a protocol in place if this happened, and there’d been many a time I’d covered a table for a girl whose mate had appeared at The Speakeasy, but there’d also been times when I’d have to cover for that same girl for a week while she recovered from being rejected, and even one time when I’d been tasked with cleaning out the apartment of a girl who couldn’t recover from rejection and had succumbed to her heartbreak. I gathered all my courage and tried to walk towards his table as if I didn’t feel slightly weak at the knees.

What are you sensing, Crystal? I asked my wolf.

Mate wants us, she replied. I’ve already started talking to his wolf. I think they’re ours if we want them. Doesn’t he smell yummy? she purred.

Yes, like leather and pine needles.

As I got closer to his table, I could see more details—he looked petrified but enamored, lustful but nervous. With his mouth agape and his hands trembling like he didn’t know what to do with them, his body language could only point to one thing.

He’s a virgin, Crystal confirmed. His wolf told me.

You’re sure he wants us? He’s not going to reject us?

I’m sure, she said. He’s ours. But he’s self-conscious and inexperienced.

In that case, my girl, seeing as how it’s now our last day at the office, we might as well have a little fun.

“Well, hello there,” I said, leaning down to give him a tease of my cleavage and meet his eyes. “I think you might be my mate.”

He finally closed his mouth and swallowed hard. He looked absolutely terrified, but he didn’t break eye contact. He just nodded slowly. “You—you smell like ice cream,” he said simply, stuttering a little. Adorable. I loved him already.

I smiled, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Wonder what I taste like to you.” I heard his breath catch. Excellent. I pulled back and took his hand in mine, planting soft kisses on his knuckles before wrapping my tongue around his middle finger. Sparks exploded between us, and I heard a low moan escape his throat. I could smell his arousal already, and it was making Crystal go crazy in my head, but I had to play it cool. I heard the rest of the table fall silent around us, and I knew they were watching me. I pretended not to notice. Instead, I focused on my mate. I slowly licked the length of his finger, then paused to wrap my lips around his fingertip, sucking gently. He groaned again, staring at me longingly, and I thought for a moment he was going to grab me and pull me into him, but his other hand instead clamped tightly to the armrest of his chair. Classic virginal behavior. I knew the type, and it’d be a lie to say I didn’t enjoy them. They were either so scared to go over the edge that they were anxious wrecks, or so arrogant and entitled that you were sure to have the worst s*x of the night with them. This mate of mine fell squarely into the former category, and I wanted nothing more than to rock his world. Not in front of all his friends, if I could help it, but if he wanted an audience I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no. I was putty in his hands, too—he just didn’t know it yet. I took his whole finger into my mouth, sucking gently as I pulled back, finally releasing his hand.

I grinned, “Did you like that, Mister Mate?” He nodded slowly, self-consciously releasing one hand’s grip on the armrest to adjust his erection. “Good. I’m glad.” I leaned forward to reach for the paper menus in the middle of the table, purposely making sure my t**s were in his face as I did so. His warm breath on my cleavage gave me chills. I tried my best to conceal it.

“My name is Amalia,” I said, standing up straight. “And I’ll be your server this evening. That little preview, Mister Mate, was on the house. Anything else you want, you’ll have to order off the menu.” I placed the menu in front of him. “Gentlemen,” I addressed the rest of the table, “other servers will be here shortly to take care of you.” I leaned back in to my mate. “I’ll be back in a minute with a drink for you.” I winked seductively, then turned and walked back towards the bar.

“Holy s**t, Paris,” I heard one of the men at the table say before they fell out of earshot. “You’re in for a wild ride with that one.”

Paris

As my mate disappeared into the crowd behind me, I turned back to Aaron.

“Did you f*****g see that?” I said hoarsely.

“We all did,” Aaron deadpanned. “Holy s**t, Paris. You’re in for a wild ride with that one.”

I nodded. “She told me to order off the menu. What does that mean?”

He pointed down at the paper she slipped in front of me. “Hope you brought your credit card.” f**k.

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Menu - The Speakeasy

A La Carte

Kisses, $1,000 each or $5,000 per minute, billed at server’s discretion

Gropes/caresses, $5,000 each, billed at server’s discretion

Lap Dance, $10,000 public or $30,000 private

Strip tease, $50,000 public or $80,000 private

Manual s*x, $70,000 public, $90,000 private

Oral s*x, $100,000 public, $150,000 private

Penetrative s*x, vaginal, price upon request

Penetrative s*x, anal, price upon request

If multiple servers are requested per client, an additional fee may be assessed per server in addition to above rates.

Other services, please inquire with a server or manager

All-inclusive

$1M: includes any a la carte services in amenity of your choice, plus unlimited drinks and appetizers (see reverse for refreshment menu). Other services not on a la carte menu may be added with consent from server.

Other amenities:

Private room, $5,000 per hour or $20,000 for the night (nightly deal available only at time of initial order). Services performed and refreshments served billed separately.

Rooftop hot tub—take in the city! $5,000 per hour or $20,000 for the night (nightly deal available only at time of initial order; cleaning fee assessed at manager’s discretion). Services performed and refreshments served billed separately.

One-way glass balcony—where you can see the rest of the club, but the rest of the club can’t see you. Optional soundproofing. Limited balconies available. $5,000 per hour or $20,000 for the night (nightly deal available only at time of initial order). Services performed and refreshments served billed separately.

Front-and-center—an exhibitionist’s dream. Enjoy your services next to the band on stage. $10,000 flat rate.

See reverse for refreshments.

Fine print: Servers may withdraw consent at any time. In the rare instance of a server withdrawing consent, money for unperformed services will either be refunded to client or another server will be brought in to complete the service. Violence leaving marks, bruises, or any permanent injuries to servers will not be tolerated. By remaining in this establishment, you have agreed to these terms. Clients who violate or attempt to violate these terms will be banned from the premises without refund.

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I set the menu down. “What the hell is this place, Aaron?”

Aaron’s face was serious but I saw his usual playfulness dancing in his eyes. “I think you should get on stage with her. Just so we all know for a fact that you’re no longer, you know..” he cupped his hands around his mouth to shield his words from the others, who were definitely still distracted from the girls around us by whatever just happened with me, “a virgin,” he whispered. If looks could kill…

“Very funny. I don’t know what to do.”

“What does your wolf want?”

I shot Aaron another dirty look. I wasn’t about to repeat the things that my wolf had been thinking about our mate out loud. Just hearing them in my head made me feel like my pants were too tight and there wasn’t enough air in the room.

“Understood,” he replied, smirking. “I vote you take it to the hot tub and go from there. The only thing nicer than t**s, is t**s that float.” He did a finger gun at me, winking.

“You’re an i***t,” I grumbled, looking back down at the menu. This wasn’t exactly how I planned my first meeting with my mate would go.

What do I do, Atlas?

Mate wants to play, he replied. So we play.

I felt a presence behind me. I turned, and there she was, returning with a drink balanced on a tray. She moved so easily, and her smoothness told me she’d been working here a while. I wondered how many people she’d “serviced,” and how recently she’d had s*x. She must’ve just started her shift tonight. I hadn’t smelled any other wolves on her. I felt like I should’ve been angry with her, but mostly I just felt grateful that I’d found her. I may not be her first, but I relished the idea of being her last, the only one out of all the other wolves in the world who would get to not just f**k her, but know her and cherish her.

Well aren’t you evolved, grumbled Atlas. I still say we hunt down every one of Mate’s former clients and rip their throats out.

As tempting and not at all time-consuming as that sounds, I rolled my eyes, I have a feeling that would just make her feel bad.

Fine. But we take her with us. Tonight. No one else touches her.

Deal, I replied, as our mate approached the table and set the drink down in front of me.

“So, did you make a decision?”

Amalia

Paris. I said to Crystal. His name is Paris.

They loved what we just did, she replied. They’re all ours. I smiled softly to myself. The game was on, then. My instincts were always right when it came to men, and it made my heart soar that I could read my mate—that I could read Paris—like a book already. We were definitely going to have some fun.

“Rob,” I said, finally reaching the bar. “Get me a bourbon. The special kind.”

“You got it, honey,” said Rob sweetly in his thick southern accent. “Whose tab?”

“Put it on mine.”

Rob raised an eyebrow. “Your tab? Sweetheart, you know I love you, but you never buy a man’s drinks.”

“I know,” I said, suddenly feeling shy. “I think he’s my mate.”

Rob nearly let the beer glass he was filling at the tap slip from his fingers.

“Your what?!”

“I know.” I gestured over my shoulder. “The guy at table 11 with the curly hair.”

“I’ll have to steal a look when I take my break. I can’t see s**t from back here. Is he cute?”

“Very. I think he’s pretty…inexperienced, though.”

“Your specialty, honey, so I’ve heard. Lucky man.” Rob winked at me and grabbed a small step ladder to reach the top-shelf bourbon.

“Do you want a mate, Rob?” I called out as he moved some bottles around.

“You know,” he replied, “I think so. But it also seems pretty messy. I’m not entirely confident I’d know what to do if he waltzed through that door right now with a neon sign that said ‘Mate Material’.”

I chuckled as he stepped down and began to pour my drink. “I hope you find him,” I said. “I’ve known mine all of five minutes and it’s…different.”

Rob passed me the drink and handed a tray over the bar. “You’re a lucky lady, honey,” he said pensively, picking at his cuticle. “But that man out there is luckier. Don’t you ever forget that.” He looked up at me. “Give ‘im hell, sugar.”

I grinned, positioned the tray on my palm, and weaved through the crowd back to Paris’ table.

I wasn’t sure what I was hoping for next—there wasn’t much I hadn’t done and seen already, but I’d never done anything with the mate bond involved. The thought of being intimate with Paris made me feel uncharacteristically nervous. I could make the most powerful, experienced of men quake in their boots with their pants around their ankles, and I could make the most guarded of virgins knock down every insecurity with my touch, but something about Paris gave me pause. The burden of being his first, his only, felt heavy on my shoulders. And he wasn’t just another client that I’d be able to put on a show for while concealing the tender parts of my soul, or f**k until he saw stars while I thought about how I’d have to do dishes when I got home. No, as my mate, Paris would have access to all of me—mind, body, and soul. And that was enough to make me quake in my boots.

I approached the table, trying my best to radiate confidence. I’d talked a big game earlier, now I needed to follow through.

“So,” I said, placing the drink in front of him, “have you made a decision?”

He stood, towering at least eight inches over me, took the bourbon from the table, and knocked it back in one gulp. He set it on the tray with a loud plunk and looked me square in the eyes. Not breaking eye contact, he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, pulled out a credit card, and tossed it on the tray next to the empty glass. “The all-inclusive,” he said, his face serious. “Rooftop hot tub.”

I studied his eyes, hoping to detect an ounce of nervousness or insecurity behind his grey-eyed gaze, but if anything, he was challenging me. I hadn’t meant to bluff, to promise him something I wasn’t ready to give by laying the menu out in front of him like that, but I still felt like he was calling me on my bluff somehow. It was exhilarating. And terrifying.

A long moment passed between us. I didn’t want to break first, but he wasn’t wavering. Without speaking to him again or breaking eye contact, I mind-linked the hostess.

Erin, is the rooftop open? I have his credit card. He ordered the all-inclusive.

Uhhhh…shit, it should be. Let me check.

The mindlink closed, and my eyes refocused on Paris. “We’re making it ready now,” I said, quieter than I intended. Another server scurried over and offered to take my tray. I took Paris’ credit card and tucked it into the side of my bra band, under my armpit. Empty-handed now, I felt at a loss for what to say or do.

Just as panic started to set in, I heard Paris grumble. “f**k it.” Before I knew what was happening he’d taken my face between his hands and buried me in a kiss so deep I wasn’t sure I’d ever find my way out. Sparks danced over my skin every place his body touched mine, and I could feel my arousal growing between my thighs. I tangled my fingers into his thick curls, and hearing him moan softly beneath my touch made me want to push him to the floor and f**k him right there.

Amalia! I heard Erin click into the mindlink. It’s open. The cleaners just confirmed it’s ready for you. Mindlink me if he wants to order anything and I’ll send someone up.

Thanks, Erin, I said before hastily closing the link.

I pulled back from his embrace. He was breathing heavy. “We can go now. If you’ll follow me.”

He only nodded and took my hand in his. I led him back to the lobby. “Thank you for visiting, sir,” said Erin smoothly. I slipped his credit card out of my bra and handed it to Erin. I walked across the lobby to another set of curtains, which pulled back to reveal another elevator. I entered my code and we stepped inside. No sooner had I pressed the button to go to the rooftop than Paris had me pressed against the wall of the elevator, my legs wrapped around him, his strong hands holding my thighs. Rather than kiss me, he nuzzled his face into my neck, sending wave after wave of chills down my spine.

“Amalia,” he whispered. The first time he’d said my name. It sounded perfect rolling off his tongue. “What do you want tonight?”

The question surprised me. I wasn’t used to it at work—hell, I wasn’t even used to it from the few boyfriends I’d had over the years. Once people knew I was a working girl, they tended to get in their head about it. Lemme show you the best night of your life, they’d say. But they wouldn’t actually consult me as to what that meant. They’d think they should somehow just know and wouldn’t bother to clarify—as if asking me what I wanted somehow cheapened the experience. Some would even withdraw or get discouraged if I tried to guide them. But this question…it was like the Moon Goddess herself had fashioned me as a puzzle, and the last missing piece had me pinned right now.

The elevator door opened and the crisp night air flooded the car. He lowered me down to my feet but didn’t back away from me. His gaze made me realize he was waiting for an answer.

“You,” I whispered, taking his hand and leading him onto the rooftop.