Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

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I stared at my body in the red, stringy two-piece and my hand went to cover my chest as usual. Ashley had told me that I would be dancing directly in front of the Alpha and I had to keep my eyes on him during the entire performance.

I had practiced all night inside the bathroom but it didn’t stop me from shaking like he was right there. even when he wasn’t there. I could not imagine what would happen when it was finally my turn.

Zita Lowe was no doubt, the most excited. It was the first time I saw her look nervous as she applied her makeup, paying attention to everything, even down to the hair on her legs. I did wish her the best.

Soon, we were out of our room and in the club. The Alpha was the last to arrive among our judges. Bentley started with Hadley. She was graceful on the pole, as though it belonged to her, it was a part of her.

He watched her, but it was hard to determine if he liked the sight or not. After her, Zita Lowe began to walk towards him, ever confident in her steps. This time, he raised an eyebrow when she moved too close to his face. His Assistant, Niel gestured at her to move back and I heard Hadley chuckle from behind me.

“And another one bites the dust,” Hadley whispered.

Zita Lowe did not give up. She arched her back, raising her ass as she did so. Her eyes were fixed on him throughout the entire dance and he was looking back at her, carefully scrutinizing every bend she made. She shook her ass and I watched as it giggled effortlessly, as though it was filled with water. If I were to judge, I would send the trophy to her without second thoughts. Esmeralda in the hunchback of Notre Dame had nothing on her. But the Alpha’s gaze seemed distant. He was quite a strange man.

The other girls danced as well. When it got to my turn, I began counting my steps to his table.

“Red.” It was the first word he said, and my cheeks turned a dark shade of red immediately. Something about my new nickname made me feel special and important to him.

“Eyes on me.”

Shit.

My gaze flickered up at him while I feigned every iota of boldness I could muster. It was easy for me to twirl around the pole and do some splits, courtesy of my early years of ballet classes. I let my fingers travel over my stomach and stop underneath my bra. My eyes were still plastered on his body; it was easy for me to see when his Adam’s apple bounced in his throat. His eyes lit up with something that appeared to be desire. It made me feel powerful, in control, and bold. I dared myself and moved closer to his table, swaying my small hips as I did so. He was watching my every move like a hawk.

I took off the little skirt that wrapped around my waist, slowly but the way he looked at my lower body made me drop it faster than I had wanted to.

At that moment, it did not matter who else was in the room. I could only see him, and he had eyes on only me. I felt the heat that emanated from his skin, and his eyes pulled me closer to him. We were like magnetic forces, it seemed as though no matter how far from each other we were kept, we could never stay away from each other.

I wondered why I felt this rush of excitement when he looked at me instead of the fear I felt when my cousins or any other male set their eyes on me. With this man, I felt compelled to keep my past a little behind. I did not even know him. It did not make any sense. I followed his eyes as they trailed the single sweat that lodged in between my breasts. A moist feeling from my vagina dampened my panties, I would have been disgusted, but I enjoyed the aura of eroticism that surrounded us. I finished off my dance by bending to pick up my skirt, ever so slowly, making sure to arch my ass in the air and I felt his eyes burning through my skin as I did.

Minutes later, I walked away from him and climbed up to the stage where the other girls were seated. Bentley went up to the Alpha to talk to him and I spotted Zita Lowe staring daggers at me from my peripheral vision. I began to wonder why I had tried so hard; I didn’t even want to win this thing! But, there was no way my little show could stand a chance against her.

“I was still in my line of thought when Ashley crept up to me.

“Now that, was what I call a good show! Girl! Where the fuck have you been hiding all those moves?” She nudged my shoulder and I smiled.

“It’s nothing.”

She rolled her eyes and walked past me.

“Bitch please, your modesty insults me.”

I laughed as she walked away from me, heading towards the rest of the girls.

We were sent back to our room and Zita Lowe did not speak to me. I was shocked. I had been expecting the protector of the realm of Alpha Lake Rush to pounce on me like a hungry and angry lioness, but she never did. Instead, she crawled into her bed and rested.

The next morning, Bentley was in our room for the second time, with a bright smile playing on her lips.

“I’m sure you girls know why I’m here,” she started and Zita Lowe ran out of the bathroom with a towel tied around her chest, and her hair dripping wet.

“Who won the personal session?” She asked.

“Unfortunately not, Zita,” Bentley spoke bluntly.

I could tell it was a shock, even to all of us. We all exchanged questioning glances. Who could it be?

“What? Then, who?” Zita gnarled.

His eyes had been on me for a long time.

I crossed my fingers behind my back and prayed in all honesty, that it wasn’t me.