The Alpha’s stripper mate

A private dance

*Natalie*

"Good evening, my dear, and apologies for keeping you waiting. I took some extra time to make myself stunning just for you," I say, flashing him my most alluring smile as I stride into the room.

Levi, the dashing Alpha, nearly quivers as he sets down his glass of champagne, almost toppling it over but managing to save it just in time. "Damn... oh, I'm sorry, I mean... um, hello."

"Ease up, sweetheart. There is no need to be nervous; I assure you I won't bite," I say, sauntering over to stand before him. I see his throat bob apprehensively as his eyes take me in.

He is truly striking, just as Jasper had described. Levi's dark hair has been combed back to control the curls, but it's evident he's run his hands through it repeatedly, leaving a chaotic array of tendrils. The length is longer than the pictures I have seen, but it fits him. Soft, anxious lips grace his face, while his lengthy legs are clad in black slacks, and a deep blue button-down shirt accentuates his impressive physique.

Looking up, his warm hazel eyes meet mine, radiating an air of trustworthiness. "Honestly, I'm a bit out of my element here. I have never done anything like this before."

"Don't worry, darling. I vow to take excellent care of you, alright?" He nods, appearing almost frightened. It's endearing, but I can't help but wonder why he is here if it unnerves him so much. Is he trying to impress his fellow Alphas at this crucial gathering? He doesn't seem the type. Or perhaps he is hiding something else about himself? No, the way his eyes roam over me, I'm sure that's not it.

As I initiate the music, he grips the armrests so tightly that his knuckles turn white, and his breaths come quick and shallow. He looks like a frightened child.

*Levi*

She appears like a divine vision in white, an irresistibly seductive angel. My nerves are frayed, making a pimply 15-year-old seem composed, but she gracefully ignores my anxiety.

As the music begins, I clench the armrests to keep from bolting or instinctively reaching for her… a definite no-go. She dances gracefully, the rope sliding off her body with each tantalizing movement. I try not to stare too blatantly, even though that's the whole point.

Gradually, I begin to relax. It's just the two of us in the room, and this is her profession. No one else will know what transpires here.

She places her hands on my knees, parting my legs and maintaining eye contact as she descends and then rises, her breasts nearly grazing my lap. I can't help but whimper.

My body responds, and I feel a twinge of embarrassment, anticipating her inevitable discovery. She must be used to it, though; it's a common reaction for men in this situation.

She steps away from me, every motion a blend of grace and allure. I wonder how she appears walking down the street in everyday attire… does she turn every head?

Her bra comes off with a slow, fluid motion, her back to me. The mere thought of her bared breasts causes me to bite my lip, and my pants tighten uncomfortably.

She turns and approaches again, swaying her hips as she displays her full, flawless breasts and shapely legs. Then she pivots, revealing the smooth curve of her backside beneath the delicate fabric as she teases me with her movements.

A growl escapes my lips; my pants constrict further. She hears me and smirks. I gaze into her jaded green eyes, framed by long lashes, as she straddles my lap.

I inhale sharply, feeling her warmth. She grips the chair's back, her eyes warning me not to touch her yet. She moves, dipping her hips tantalizingly close but never making contact.

Her dance continues, her covered mound nearly brushing my taut pants. Overwhelmed by instinct, I thrust my hips upward, seeking friction but finding only air.

"Are you enjoying yourself, love?" she whispers seductively in my ear, her sultry voice making self-control nearly impossible. I'm torn between not wanting to appear creepy and succumbing to her spell.

"Very much," I rasp, my voice raw. Her mischievous smile reveals her delight in driving me wild. She toys with me, quickening her pace, offering more only to snatch it away.

"What's your real name, darling?" I ask, breathless from her teasing. She leans in, her lips hovering near my ear, her perfume intoxicating, her unsteady breath igniting my skin.

"You can call me Destiny," she murmurs, sending shivers down my spine as her lips linger right over my flesh. I close my eyes, struggling to maintain every ounce of self-control within me.

"Just Destiny?" My voice deepens, unintentionally husky as I struggle to control my lustful state.

Her voice remains soft and teasing, her breath caressing my cheek. "That's my stage name. I never give my real name to clients."

I open my eyes and turn my head, our lips nearly touching when her body finally makes contact with mine. A groan escapes me, and I see desire darken her emerald eyes. Her heavy breath fans my face as she grinds against me, my hips instinctively meeting hers.

"Damn, darling," I whimper, my fingers aching from their grip on the armrests. She pulls her mouth away but keeps her breasts tantalizingly close to my face, making it difficult not to bury myself there. She moves sensually, her fingers unbuttoning my shirt.

"I haven't seen you here before," she says as her hands skim over my now-exposed chest. The moment she touches me, I know I am lost, struggling to resist her.

Her fingers explore my body, nails gently grazing my chest hair. Her hands trail down my ribs and stomach, and I wonder if she treats all her customers this way.

"Well, my friends kind of dragged me here," I confess. My hands yearn to touch her, but I remember it's forbidden. Instead, I rest them next to her legs, my thumbs barely brushing her skin. "But... I'm glad they did."

Unable to resist, my hand reaches for her hips. Instead of stopping me, she leans down, whispering, "There are small clasps on the side of my panties. Open them."

Fumbling, I locate the clasps, undoing them. She removes her panties, leaving her in just a garter belt, stockings, and heels, while I teeter on the brink of desire.

"Is this okay?" I ask, fingers resting on her hips, ensuring I'm not crossing any lines. She bites her lip, nodding as she continues to grind against me.

Breathless, I feel my arousal surge as heat courses through my veins. Abruptly, she peels away and steps back, heels clicking on the floor. "Time's up, baby." She walks away, leaving me reeling. Pausing at the door, she glances back. "Maybe I will see you again?"

My mind hazy, I nod my assent. Once she is gone, I exhale deeply, attempting to regain composure.

Rejoining my friends at the table, I hide my disheveled state. They are too captivated by the dancers to notice. It's just as well… I'm not about to admit how much I enjoyed our encounter.