The Alpha’s stripper mate

The problem with VIPs

*Natalie*

With a rush of adrenaline still cursing through me and the lingering scent of the stage lights, I step off the stage after another exhilarating performance. The club had been buzzing with life tonight, filled to the brim with eager customers, including a sizable group of influential Alphas attending some sort of convention. I can't help but feel hopeful for some private dance requests… that is where the real money lies in this business.

Truth be told, when I am up on that stage, I barely register the hungry gaze of the men in the audience, and I never see their faces. I effortlessly channel my inner seductress, flashing them a radiant smile and batting my lashes, expertly teasing their desires while leaving them craving more. I trust that their wallets will be generous enough to match their yearning for my exclusive attention.

I am well aware that my performances captivate these men, and I have seen many familiar faces return time and time again to the private rooms. But I stand out amongst the other dancers here because I refuse to offer any additional services. While many of my colleagues may be willing to provide intimate acts in the back rooms, like blow jobs or even rendezvous in hotel rooms, I remain steadfast in my boundaries, no matter how ludicrous the sum offered. And believe me I have had some ridiculous offers.

Grabbing a bottle of water, I take a moment to catch my breath and assess the room, internally debating whether I truly want those private dance requests. Sure, a thirty-minute one-on-one show would put a cool $300 in my pocket, but the thought of some sleazy guy leering and drooling over me can be off-putting.

It's not that I detest men; I just find it hard to be a fan of most of them. My time in this industry has taught me that men can be selfish pigs, driven by their most primal urges. The majority of the patrons here sport wedding bands, yet they have no qualms about paying for a dancer's illicit services, an act that utterly repulses me.

Experience has shown me that a man's loyalty is often fleeting, ever on the lookout for the next willing woman to cross his path.

*Levi*

I step into the dimly-lit room, the shiny white floor and deep red walls draped in velvet creating an illusion of coziness. At the center of the room stands a grand leather armchair, accompanied by a table holding a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne.

As I sit down and place my money on the table, my heart races, and a part of me wants to run away. What am I doing here? I have always been responsible, and there is a deep longing within me to find a true connection… something that seems unlikely in this situation. I know that for many men, this is a typical indulgence, but it doesn't feel like the right path for me.

The room starts to feel claustrophobic, and I can't help but wonder what my parents or my pack members would think if they knew about this. The door opens, revealing a young man dressed in tight black leather pants and a partially unbuttoned red shirt. With a bright smile, he introduces himself as Jasper, and says that he is responsible for explaining the rules before Destiny arrives.

Feigning composure, I respond, "Well hello there, Jasper. I'm Levi." I watch as he discreetly pockets the money and pours me a glass of champagne.

Handing me the drink, Jasper says, "Oh, I know. We only have a few rules here, but we are strict about enforcing them. Keep seated in the chair with your hands on the armrests, unless she moves them or tells you otherwise. No kissing, licking, or biting the girls, and no derogatory language. Understood?" I nod, keeping myself from telling him that such behavior doesn't align with my values anyway. In fact, I'm still uncertain if I can even go through with this experience.

Jasper continues, "Great. And don't bother asking Destiny for any extra services. She is a classy lady and not for sale. Just a heads up… you might get a slap if you even dare to ask. Enjoy the show." With a slight bow, he leaves the room, and I'm left alone with my thoughts and the anticipation of Destiny's arrival.

*Natalie*

As I relax in the break room, Jasper bursts in with a wide grin, announcing, "Nat, baby, there's a VIP for you in room 5. Better bring out your best moves for this one."

I can't help but groan. VIPs are my least favorite… They are usually wealthy, famous, Alphas or all of the above, and they tend to act like entitled jerks, assuming everything has a price. Recalling a recent incident with a handsy Alpha, I ask, "Can't someone else do it?"

"Nope, he specifically requested you," Jasper replies, his excitement barely contained. "But trust me, you are in for a treat. This one is a real looker." He puckers his lips and pretends to swoon.

Skeptical, I shake my head. "Jasper, you are such a drama queen. So, who is it? Must be someone special to get you all worked up like that."

"You won't believe it... It's Alpha Levi Highmoon. He is part of that Alpha gathering, you know the ones hanging out here lately, and girl, he is sooo hot." Jasper fans himself and feigns fainting.

I am taken aback by the revelation… I have heard of Levi Highmoon, and he hardly seems like the type to frequent a place like this. But then again, maybe all men really are the same. "Well, he might be handsome, but he's still just a man… Alpha or not… and a paycheck. So, enough with the fangirling, Jasper."

Jasper's expression turns more serious. "Go easy on him, sweetie. He was shaking like a leaf and blushing up a storm. Michel told me he is a total newbie to this scene." As he rummages through my outfits, he hands me a set.

I inspect the white lingerie and matching robe. "Ah, I see we are going for the sweet and innocent look. That might work if he is really that shy about it."

"Oh, believe me, one wrong move and he will bolt like a spring rabbit," Jasper says, giggling. I change into the outfit and wrap the blonde robe around me. With a determined sigh, I prepare to meet the enigmatic Alpha and get this show underway.