The Stripper's Rejections

It was a strip club. The biggest, and surely the most renowned one across the whole Nation — The Angel's Lounge. Its popularity wasn't gotten as a result of its design, the spaciousness of the bars, neither was it the lavish display. No, its popularity was gotten as a result of none other than her. The Angel of the Club. Her name? None knew yet who the f**k would bother themselves about her name when her performance and otherworldly shape stole their minds, and sense of reasoning whenever those six- inches of glass heels stepped on the stage? It was nighttime in the large building — its location wasn't in a Pack. The owner, Mr. Kingston, knew better than that, so established it somewhat far from the borders of the Alpha King's Pack. Apart from gaining a bit of security, since none in their sane mind would dare come close to a pack ruled by a heartless beast, its location was alright. Currently, multiple werewolves — both married and single were pouring into the neon light emanating building. It was almost time for her show. The entry fee was f*****g high, yet none gave a f**k — feasting, and lusting after Angel was more satisfying than anything else. Her show was about to begin! Bout a hundred souls were seated. Their eyes unceasingly poured out eagerness, and impatience, while fixated on the stage slightly above them. In the next moment, a soft jazz song was heard from an angle, and all held their breaths — as always. The roof above the stage gradually gave way, and so sensually did she twirl on the gigantic disco ball as it got lowered. From a glance, even the overly righteous would fall into temptation straight. The shortness of her sliver dress was insane, and with her pair of flawless elongated, and freakishly smooth yet thick thighs in view, many got arose. Her perfume itself was intoxicating and with the disco ball descending slowly, her spread legs twirled on it. The slenderness of her arms that caressed the pole was strangely arousing. Everything about Angel screamed perfection…! The fullness and milkiness of her cleavages were in view due to the skimpy bikini top she wore — the net worn over it wasn't nearly enough to conceal it. And her face….it was unseen. A sliver mask was always worn yet her oceanic blue eyes, curved yet kissable lips, and uniquely shaped celestial nose ascertained many's assumptions — Angel truly was an angel. The jazz song with every minute added tempo, and so did her twirls. Jaws were openly dangling in amazement as she did the unpredictable. Like a professional acrobat, her legs clasped together then thrust upwards. With her arms still holding the pole,she took her legs high in the air and then parted them crazily wild. Raucous lustful cheers dominated the place instantly. It was so loud that even Mr. Kingston, who was watching from a distance with a proud smile on his lips, thought the roof would collapse cos of it. “Damn Dom” He chuckled, absolutely loving their reactions. She genuinely was his best stripper. Her legs, though parted, and always exposed, failed to allow any to glance at her inner thighs — none could behold that. Still retaining such a jaw-dropping position, her twirls began again, but this time, faster than ever. Their eyes feasted madly on her naked backside, and with every ear-deafening scream, her body began lowering back to the disco ball. Once her plump and rounded backside kissed the Disco ball, she threw her neck backward and then gave a sensual wink. The crowd went wild! Angel's show was over yet the joyful scream extended for more than 10 minutes — the show was beyond spectacular. However, there was one figure, seated at the VVIP side of the Club. Since that section was placed above the others, his pair of deep hazel-brown eyes had watched her intensely. As expected, Angel was the epitome of temptation and she unfailingly caught the attraction of him. “Zoey, I want her” The huskiness and coldness of his voice were both deadly and immensely attractive. The lady cladded in a skin-tight jumpsuit leaned and did a bow. “Your wish is my command, Lord Rosario” ★ “Hand over my pay, King” So raspingly and icily did she speak to him once her leather-heeled boots stepped out of the dressing room. The slutty outfit of a stripper was no longer on her, but a simple jean pants that unintentionally outlined the roundness of her backside, a crop top, and a denim jacket worn over it. Dominique Manchester was undeniably beautiful, but her unfeeling personality made her unapproachable. She loved it that way. She's a stripper; no one should know about her identity aside from Kingston. This job was a result of unwanted circumstances — like, what kind of person would willingly and happily be a stripper? “Y'know, ya f*****g pretty, Dom. Smile a bit, 'kay?” Kingston handed her a bugly envelope and, without bothering to check its content, walked out of there. The short hallway led to an exit, and Dominique headed for it straight. “Don't ya think it's bout time to accept those fuckers' request?” He yelled after her, and instead of responding, gave him a middle finger. Kingston laughed lightly — how could he forget? Dominique Manchester's a stripper, and would rather die than accept to have a one-night stand without anyone. That was the condition of their agreements, and so far, he had been abiding by it and while making his way out of there, unfortunately, ran into her. The lethality oozing from her sexy body was unwelcoming, and nervously, Kingston gulped down emptiness. What does the right-hand man of the Nation's most deadly Mafia want from him? “He wants her” Those three words simply escaped her lipstick-covered lips, and Kingston gulped emptiness. Did he see Dominique perform? — now Kingston's seriously f****d. “I…she… she doesn't do one-night stands. Please understand that… ” Swiftly, her hand went straight for a gun tucked at her waist. Unhesitatingly, and without batting an eyelid, she pulled the trigger — the sliver bullet went straight into Kingston's right arm. “s**t!” He cried in sheer pain — how the f**k do they even get sliver bullets?; the pain caused by it was so agonizing. “Lord Rosario wants that b***h in room 69 tomorrow night, got that?” A wicked smirk ran up Zoey's lips as she turned, then left, leaving Kingston writhing in pain. The blood pouring out from his arm was much, and he gritted his fangs. He had no choice. Somehow, Dominique must have a nightstand with Rosario D'Arcy. ~•••••••••••••••~ Once the sounds of a dying engine were heard, the door to an overly rusty and unsightly house was opened, and then a pair of feet rushed out. “Dominique!” Alighting from the bike, her hands reached for her helmet, took it off, placed it on the bike then faced a 19-year-old sweetheart who was her sister with a bright smile. “Eve!” In the next instant, Maeve, who was slightly shorter than Dominique, jumped happily into her elder sister's arms. They hugged passionately, but it was short since Maeve broke the hug suddenly. “I'm so glad that you're back! How was work at the bar? And most importantly, how do I look?” The blabbering short brown-haired girl gave a light twirl, displaying the beauty of a flared royal blue knee-length gown. She was stunning, and with the gown being backless, her porcelain-like skin was more attractive. Dominique curved her eyes confusingly at her sister's rushed words — not about her work being at a ‘bar’. She wasn't stupid to tell Maeve that she was a stripper. Regardless that the job was paying their bills, and a mountain size debt their late parents left behind for them to pay, she'd be disappointed in her for lying. But why was Maeve dressed so cutely? — cuter than usual. “You'd be bullshiting yourself if you think of going out this late. It's almost midnight!” Dominique scoffed sternly, and Maeve shook her head negatively. “Exactly! It's almost midnight and time for the Alpha King to pick a mate. Dominique, think about it — what if he picks me?” She squealed excitedly with teal green eyes pouring out sheer anticipation and hope. “Then I'll be the Luna of the Pack!” “We don't belong to a Pack, Eve” Coldly, and quite emotionlessly, she cut off her sister's words with a blank look. It stung Maeve's heart, yet it was… unfortunately the truth. They belong to no Pack — they're rogues. Their stay was at the outskirts of the Sliver Crest Pack, and the all-so-mighty Alpha King dimmed them as irrelevant. They've never stepped foot into the Pack, and since they caused no harm, were left unnoticed and…. Unseen. “Don't even think of stepping into the f*****g borders, Maeve, okay?” Dominique warned authoritatively but before she could take a step into their house, Maeve began running… straight into the Sliver Crest Pack. “Eve no! f**k!” Dominique tucked the envelope containing her pay, then dashed after her sister. Their speed was astonishing for mere omegas, but due to the presence of the full moon, Maeve abruptly wolfed out. Her wolf, although somewhat lanky, was fast, and having no other option, Dominique tried to let out hers but… couldn't. “f**k… I'm still wolfless” She bit her lips bitterly and felt a wave of sadness circulating through her, yet her legs continued chasing after Maeve. The brown-maned wolf had already gotten further, and while chasing her, Dominique noticed how deserted the Pack was. But advancing closer to the Sliver Crest Palace that was freaking gigantic, and undeniably majestic, the number of individuals gathered there was disbelieving. Every werewolf of the pack was there! “Maeve f*****g stop!” Yet, she wouldn't - not when she could already behold the platform where a dozen beautous she-wolves stood. Maeve's wolf might not be the most impressive, but the Moon Goddess was full of surprises. ‘I might be the Alpha King's mate. It must be me!’ Determined, the brown-maned wolf ran past the curious eyes of the Sliver Crest's populace. Their curiosity metamorphosed into confusion as the wolf leaped high enough and landed on the platform. The others spared her a confusing glance, with varying eye colors glistering beautifully because of the moon's rays. “It is time for the All-mighty Alpha King, Vincenzo D'Arcy, to choose his mate! She-wolves, ready yourself!” Maeve, still in her wolf form, glanced at Dominique from below. There, she stood on the ground but away from the countless Sliver Crest's populace — she truly would never try to feel among them, would she? The twelve female wolves focused their whole gaze on the shut crimson red curtains — the Alpha King was supposed to walk gloriously out of there. Surely, he'd be in his wolf form that only a few had ever seen, then go straight to his mate and Luna. But… Perplexed mutters, mumbles, and questions whispers soon filled the night's leery air when minutes passed by yet the Alpha King hadn't stepped out. ‘What's happening?’ Maeve panicked inwardly, and Dominique, although resented this insanely, kept gawking. “The fucker's shy or what?” She rolled her eyes, then turned to leave — there wasn't any reason for her to be here. Maeve desired so badly to be the Alpha King's mate, right? Then she'd find her way home. However, the instant Dominique turned around, her green eyes met with a 5'0ft tall dark maned werewolf. The beauty of his sliver-like pair of eyes was… emotionless, but undeniably lethal. Its aura so powerful would surely send the frail-hearted trembling uncontrollably. Standing in front of her was….the Alpha King! All heads swerved to a side, and jaws dropped in amazement — that was the Alpha King's Vincenzo mate? That's who he chose? The lady who's a rogue? While all gasped shockingly, Dominique's eyes gradually turned… hateful. The Alpha King is selecting her to be his mate? Was that some sort of sick joke!? Never! — she'd rather die than be among or involved with the D'Arcy family. Most she-wolves were supposed to be shedding tears of joy — who wouldn't be gleeful about the Alpha King picking you as his mate? Dominique, however… surprised the s**t out of everyone with her next utterance. “I, Dominique Manchester, a rouge, reject you, the Alpha King, Vincenzo D'Arcy as my mate!” With everything and everyone immersed in an ocean of sheer silent disbelief, Dominique walked out of there. After rejecting an Alpha King publicly!