The Dancer and The Alpha

The locker room of Club Sin was buzzing with dancers and staff running around preparing for an evening of money making. I glanced at myself in the mirror as I applied the final touches to my makeup. My smoky eyes, red lips, and contoured face giving me an older and more seductive look than my usual everyday natural makeup, but that’s what made money. If customers wanted the everyday they wouldn’t come here.  Sure there are girls who would rock that natural look and banked but I already looked young enough, even though I was 28 I was easily mistaken for 18 by many. I am an average 5’3 height with long brown hair I curled, and hazel eyes. I had a thin build and my breasts were a small B, my best feature being my round tight bottom. I had to have something, right? One final glance and I was ready to hit the stage. I wore a thin black club dress with black bra and panties underneath. My heels added an extra six inches to my height and I loved it. It made me feel confident, tall, and sexy. I made my way to the DJ booth so I could be added to the lineup.  “Hey Slim!” I said excitedly.  Slim is around my age. He was a short man with a friendly smile that always reached his blue eyes. He was the best DJ I’ve ever worked with at any club. He wasn’t cocky and he always worked with the dancers so they were comfortable with their music and liked what they were dancing to.  I made sure I always tipped him well when I could. Good DJs are hard to come by in this industry. “Hey Freya, just getting here huh? You’ll be after Sandy, two dancers away. Have anything you want to hear?” “No you have my list, I’m just ready to get this night started. I have bills to pay.” “I hear ya” he laughed as I turned to head towards the bar. I found an open barstool and ordered my favorite wine. I had a system. Some dancers just jumped right in, and I used to be that way as well, five years of dancing has taught me a lot and I didn’t come to party anymore. I took my time. I got a drink, assessed the crowd, and after my first stage I could tell who was interested and who I would start my night off talking to. “Freya two songs away” Slims voice buzzed through the speakers. I made my way to the back and grabbed my dry hands. I dripped a couple drops into the palm of my hand and rubbed them together, show time. I made my way to the stage as the second song was ending and Sandy was coming off, her arms full of money and clothing. We smiled as we passed each other. I grabbed the rag and alcohol bottle. I placed my drink and wallet down on the edge.  Godsmack Bullet Proof started blaring over the speakers as I made my way to the pole, sensually wiping it down, then tossing the rag aside. I grabbed the pole and spun myself around it, dipped down, and back up. I climbed up the pole sat and twisted around it as it spun. I did little flips and tricks from top to bottom and landed gracefully in the splits. I quickly, yet gracefully twisted out of the splits as I flipped my hair and crawled acoss the stage. The tip rail was starting to fill up by the time my first song had ended. As Closer by Nine Inch Nails started playing, I crawled onto the rail and slide my body forward in front of an older gentleman with white hair. I smiled and slid backup and faced him. I unclipped my top and the strangest feeling of being watched washed over me. Of course your being watched I told myself. Your dancing half naked on a stage in a room full of people, but it felt like more than that. There was a heat I just couldn’t explain.  I pushed it to the back of my mind as I pulled my top off and tossed it over my shoulder. I squeezed my small t**s together with a smile and shimmied away to the next customer.   I looked over and five of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen sat down on the other end of the stage. I locked eyes with one and felt electricity run through my body. He looked to be about 6’6 and had the most gorgeous blue eyes I’d ever seen. He had high cheek bones and sharp eyebrows. He was a chiseled Greek god! I couldn’t see his build under his tailored suit, but they definitely all looked to be in great shape and best of all like they had money. I smiled to myself. Its going to be a great money night, finally! I made my way back to the pole and inverted into a superman, then flipped into a matrix pose. I made my way down and spun over to the new and intriguing group. Muscle memory had my starting on the end to work my way across the rail. I could feel his eyes on me and my breathing picked up. What is wrong with me? I don’t even know this man and I definitely shouldn’t be getting flustered over someone I’ll never see again after tonight.  I sat in front of his brown eyed companion. He was a handsome specimen himself with brown hair and a suit as well. He looked slightly shorter in stature but I smiled and said “Hi”. “Hi” he smiled and responded back with a wink. “Aren’t you a sexy little vixen” he chuckled. “Why thank you” I replied as I reached for his hands and placed them on my chest. A low growl came from the right of me and I turned to see handsome mystery man with a look of pure rage in his eyes. His friend quickly pulled away laughing as if there was some inside joke. I looked at them confused as my song ended. They each handed me a stack of twenties even though I didn’t even make it to them all. Oh yeah its already a great night. I quickly scooped up my dress and top that I had discarded and the money laying on the stage. I made my way to the dressing room. I quickly sanitized my chest, and dressed. Don’t judge me. There are many people who come through a club a night and I’m by nature an OCD kind of gal. I know strange an OCD stripper. “Freya!” I turned to see Minx making her way toward me. She was a short gorgeous little blonde pixie. One of my only friends, I usually keep to myself, it makes work easier for me and most females can’t be trusted, especially in this environment. She came rushing towards me, her blue eyes shining. “Yes Minx” I hastily responded. I needed to get back on the floor. “Did you see those men?! They’re absolutely gorgeous! Like Greek Gods just walked into our little den of sin.” I inwardly laughed at her same thought process I had. “We have to go sit with them!’ she cooed. “I was actually on my way to do just that but Minx please remember we are working, not looking for your next boy toy.” “Can’t we do both?” she pouted. Ugh this woman. I rolled my eyes and just said “Come on ya horny little fiend” She giggled but followed, the excitement radiating off of her. We made our way back onto the floor and started walking around searching for them. It was hard to find them. They were almost surrounded by dancers. I looked at Minx and laughed.  “We’ve been beaten.”  Minx glared back at the obviously thirsty group of woman just tossing themselves at the men. Who could blame them? It sure beats stinky old men and drunken frat boys. These men actually looked to have money as well so they definitely wouldn’t be a waste of time.  I looked at Minx looking so defeated, “Girl we can wait for the others to leave and circle back around later, don’t let it mess with your money there are tons of other customers here.” “Yeah but not handsome sexy ones.” I’ll give her that, but like I said we are here to work not find our future husband. I giggled at her little tantrum. “Come on lets get a drink.” I had finished my other one and I needed at least a buzz to get through a night of work. It took the edge off and I was able to loosen up a bit. She smiled at that idea. At the bar she asked for two shots. “What are you doing, I don’t want a shot!” I whispered to her. “Girl get your damn wine and take a shot with me. I just possibly lost the love of my life.” She looked at me with puppy dog eyes. “Your pathetic ya know that?” “I prefer a hopeless romantic” she stated sticking her tongue out at me. For a twenty-five year old she acted like a five year old. I couldn’t help but laugh. Then I felt it. That heat. The feeling of being watched. “I’ll get those for you ladies.” The voice was so deep and sexy, so close to my ear. I shivered right there. Get a grip girl. “Well thank you, you sexy gentleman, you!” Minx stated like a giddy child. I spun around to find those blue eyes looking down at me. My heels added 6 inches but he was still towering over me. My breath caught in my throat and I swear I almost fainted. What the hell is happening to me. I. DO. NOT. SWOON! I am a strong, independent, slightly pretty woman. I am not controlled by damn hormones like some high school teenager. “You might want to close that pretty little mouth of yours, little vixen. You don’t want random objects to find their way in.” He did not just say that! Yeah I'm a dancer but I'm not some easy bar slut. If he thinks I'm some sort of prostitute he has another thing coming. I dance naked that's it period. Men like him who think we are just toys piss me off.  I glared up at him “Not in your wildest dreams” I drank my shot, grabbed my drink, “Come on Minx, we have money to make thank you for the drinks” Before I could take a step he grabbed my arm and looked me up and down. “No one will touch what is MINE” What?! Who the hell does he think he is?! “Excuse me?! I don’t know who you think you are but this is a gentleman’s club not a dating agency and I am not some ones property, especially someone I’ve never met before. I advise you to take your paws off me before you regret it.” A low growl escaped his lips and Minx backed away slowly as we glared into each others eyes. “Hunter, we should go.”  I didn’t even notice his friend from before had made his way over. They looked at each other and he looked back at me and huffed. It was almost like they were communicating without speaking. “Fine, Nick.” He looked back at me “I’ll be back for you later” “Piss off creep” and with that I pulled my arm from his hold and walked away. So much for making money tonight, I huffed. Ugh! Why do the hot ones have to be crazy?