The Dancer and The Alpha

Taken

CH 2

It was 2 am. I was changed into my pajama pants and tank. I slipped on my chucks and jacket, then grabbed my duffel bag and keys to finally head home. It was a good night at work money wise, I didn’t do too shabby. I was leaving with around $1200 thanks to the creep and his buddies at the start of my shift. They each gave be 100 a piece on stage. That never happens so $500 was made just off of them. Maybe I was too harsh. . . Maybe.

I just can’t control my mouth sometimes. I know I have a part to play. The whole job is an acting gig. It’s just so much easier when you can find chill people to just talk to and you don’t have to act like you’re interested when you’re not. I mean they should know, but most get caught up in the fantasy, and that makes for sticky situations I’d rather avoid.

“You need help carrying anything out?” Ed asked pulling me from my thoughts.

“Nah, it’s ok I have it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow Ed, have a good night”

I stepped out into the cool air of the autumn night. I could smell the hint of fire in the air, probably from the neighborhoods down the road. It was a perfect night for a bonfire. I started towards my car hitting the unlock button and tossing my bag in the back seat.

I got in, started it up and locked the doors. You can never be too safe.

I started to back up to leave and that feeling came over me, like there were eyes on me. I looked around but saw nothing. Get a grip girl. No one is there.

I finally made it home to my tiny two bedroom on the outskirts of Moonstone. I was exhausted and ready to shower, then crawl into bed. I unlocked my door and flipped the lights on. I stared at the sink full of dishes and huffed. I headed over and started to load them in the dishwasher. Placing the little cups onto the top rack, my heart ached.

My son was away with his father for two weeks and I was already missing him terribly. He just turned 5 last month. He was growing too fast.

He was my whole reason for being. I don’t know what I’d do without him. He’s a big part of why I do what I do. I can deal with people thinking poorly of me and the hate, as long as I know he is safe, cared for, and has everything he needs. I can make my own schedule and make enough money for us to live comfortably without needing anyone else.

His father and I, luckily, were great at co-parenting. We just didn’t work as a couple. He was a great father, we just weren’t a great match.

I quickly finished loading the dishes and headed for my shower. I needed to wash the night away and relax these sore muscles.

I turned the shower on and quickly the bathroom filled with steam. I slipped out of my clothes and stepped under the warm flowing water. I just relaxed under it letting it soak my hair and soothe my aching body. People had this misconception that dancing was easy. Maybe it was for some, but I took it seriously. I threw myself into my work. I learned pole work and pushed my body to its limits to put on a great show. A lot of dancers just walked on, circled around the pole, and got naked. That wasn’t me. I loved the art of it. I loved the movement, the strength, the flexibility, the sensuality, and confidence it brought. I was free when I was dancing.

Like all jobs though, it does have its downsides. The drunk assholes, the guys thinking they can cop a feel and you’ll just put up with it, the slow nights where the money is scarce, and lets not forget the captain save a hoes and men thinking you’re a prostitute.

The longer your in the business the more you become numb and accustomed to it. You easily brush them off or put them in their place and continue on.

I finished washing and slid into some comfy clothes. I opened my window to let in the cool breeze. I always sleep better when its cooler. I quickly crawled into bed and drifted off.

I was startled awake, from what I don’t know. My breathing was heavy and I was covered in sweat. I looked at the clock it was 4 am. Come on! I was only asleep maybe an hour. Ugh!

I threw the blankets off and headed for the bathroom. I might as well empty this bladder before attempting to doze off again.

I stepped out heading back to my room when I felt it again, that sensation of being watched. Your fine, you’re alone, there’s no need to panic. Just go to bed.

I laid back down, turned on my side, and closed my eyes. They quickly darted back open when I heard my door creak. I sat straight up and instantly saw his glowing blue eyes. I would have screamed but I was frozen.

He slowly stalked towards me, which snapped me out of whatever spell I was under. I darted out of bed towards my window, but he was faster. He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall while pinning my hands above my head.

 “Where do you think your going kitten? Didn’t I say I was coming back for you?”

I don’t know why but his voice was so arousing, and my word, he smelled so amazing. Like sandlewood and earth. What was I thinking?! Snap out of it! I wasn’t about to let some stranger have his way with me. I thrashed around trying to break free of his hold, but he was too strong. He pushed his body against mine to hold me in place. Little electric shocks made their way through my body to my core. This confused and angered me. I’m losing my mind. I shouldn’t be turned on right now.

“Get the f**k off me!”

“You’re a fiery little mate aren’t you? I know you feel it.” He leaned forward smelling my neck. He slid his tongue across it and let a breath out. “I can smell your arousal. You can’t hide it from me.”

“I don’t even know you. You need to get the hell out”

“I’m not going anywhere. In fact you’re coming with me”

“Like hell I am!” I screamed.

He growled and I shrunk back. What the hell was that?

 “You don’t have a choice, your mine”

The last thing I remember was the pinch in my neck before everything went dark.