Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

JOJO:

Days passed, and we were finally on the fourth day. I could not wait for the seven days to be over, so I could see Valerie again.

That morning, Bentley came into our room for the first time.

“Hello, girls. You all look stunning. Hopefully, we have more VIPs and VVIPs this year, you all are too hot for regular customers.” We laughed, obviously flushed by her compliment.

“Who’s a VIP and a VVIP here, Bentley?” I asked, aloud.

She answered immediately, “Regular customers are basically just regular wolves. All our customers are rich, but they are the lowest class, you could reject to do a private dance for them, it’s on you. VIPs rank higher than regular customers and they also pay higher as well. You should have a very, very good reason to reject a VIP but if not, you can’t. Now, VVIPs, on no account should you reject a private dance with a VVIP, they pay millions of dollars. One night with a VVIP could change your life and make you an automatic millionaire. They include the highest-ranking wolves in the country. We’ve never turned down a VVIP and don’t plan on doing so anytime soon, either. I’m sure we’d get a couple of VVIPs this year, Zita Lowe got two VVIPs and more than five VIPs last year.” She flashed a smile at Zita, who stared at her with bored eyes.

I prayed for such luck, I needed it in my life.

Bentley continued, “The training tomorrow will focus on table dance and as usual, we would have a very special guest who would reward the best dancer with personal training. You would dance for him alone throughout your performance and you have to put in your best. I’m sure you already know that.” She scanned the room and continued.

” I ought not to do this, but does anyone have an idea who our guest might be?” Bentley threw the question to no one in particular.

“Beta Kenji,” Zita replied, casually.

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“How did you know that, Zita Lowe?” Bentley asked, her left brow arched.

“It was a guess, Bentley.” Her tone had taken a defensive edge. I noticed it and wondered who else did.

“Any other guesses?” She asked further and when nobody answered, she finally spoke.

“Alpha Lake will be at the training tomorrow as the special guest and I’m only sharing this information for every one of you to take the training seriously and put in your very best. This has never happened in the history of our training and I’m also very excited about it. I wish you all the best.”

She stepped out of the room, as though she had not just dropped a bombshell of confusion on our ears.

“Fuck, I need to calm down. I need to calm the fuck down right now.” Zita sprang up, pacing about restlessly, visibly shaking like a drenched bird.

“Bet you’re making plans to seduce him in your head already right now. It’s just the normal personal training.” Hadley spoke up, teasing her with a taunting smile. Zita ignored her and settled into her bed.

“Yeah, to the rest of you. To me, it’s a date with Alpha Lake, it’s a dream come true, I have prayed for this all my life guys, you don’t understand. And it’s a huge plus because I’m definitely going to win.” She had a confident grin spread on her cheeks.

“Don’t be too sure.” Hadley snapped.

And there I was, like the lost sheep in the midst of the goats.

“What’s the personal training about?” I asked.

“Personal training. Anybody would understand the meaning of the word, but then again, you’re dumb as fuck.” Zita snapped at me.

Hadley shook her head and took it upon herself to reply to me.

“Alpha Lake would pretend he’s a customer and watch you dance on a pole, then in front of him and if it gets extreme, you could be privileged to do a bed dance. I would die if I get picked, that would be the best thing to ever happen to me. I’m crossing my fingers but I wish everyone luck.”

Zita Lowe scoffed. “Yeah, screw your luck. I’ve got this bitch under my toes. ”

Her eyes trailed off to mine. She rose up from her bed and stood to meet me.

“Now, I’ll say this once and never again. Don’t you do funny shit today or I swear by the goddess, I’ll make you regret it. That dance…” She leaned into me.

“Is mine to win.”

I nodded frantically. I hated being so calm, but I did not need any form of banter with her. She was the best dancer; the personal training was all hers. I could not imagine myself in a room, with the alpha, alone. It was a thought I could not phantom.

“Why did you think it was the Beta, Zee?” It was Ashley’s turn to speak. Zita leered at her and shrugged her lean shoulders.

“Asked around. This was definitely a last-minute change.”

“Hmmm.” That was all Ashley replied.

“What if I won?” She asked, looking around at all of us. Thick silence followed before Zita cut in.

“Yeah, in your dreams.”

“Let’s get dressed y’all! I have personal training to win!” Zelda called out. We all waited for Zita’s reaction, but it never came.

He had received the news that he had been replaced by the Alpha as the personal trainer with mixed feelings. He had looked forward to training a certain stripper, but nobody dared to question the Alpha’s decision.

All these and he was still going to reject her as his mate. Kenji could only wonder what was taking Lake so long.

The Alpha had told him about his third mate after a week of finding her. He did not fail to emphasize how he planned to reject her.

He had decided to stay back the next day, as he did not have any business there. Kenji was sure another opportunity would present himself, another time would come for him to have sex with THE Ashley Reyes. He would only watch today since it was already in his schedule.

He arrived at the training with Niel by his side. He had been earlier informed of the alpha’s need for a clip of the training. Kenji was not surprised. It was typical of Lake to follow whatever he had an interest in diligently. What Lake Rush wanted, Lake Rush got. It was why he was one of the greatest leaders to rule their pack.

He watched everyone with dire curiosity. Ashley, even more closely, his focus occasionally moved to the new mate, Jojo Wyatt. He found her flexible, beautiful even, but with a sexual appeal bound to attract predators, her moves were too prude, too sincere. If only she could work on keeping eye contact, she could drive her audience mad.

She was a temptress, though unintentional about it. He watched closely until the end of her performance, which meant the end of the show, he rose from his seat to leave. Zita Lowe stood at the door, and he prayed in all honesty, that it wasn’t for him. He had made a vow to avoid her like a plague and was in no mood for her antics.

“Speak.” His statement was blunt, straight, and cold.

“Greetings, Beta. I want to know if the Alpha has anyone in mind for the personal training. Are there any favorites?”

He arched a confused brow at her.

“What?”

“If Alpha Lake has no favorites, can you tell him about me, please? You could insert me in a couple of your conversations, I really want him to pick me.” She pressed her palms together as she pleaded with him. Kenji fought back the urge to throw his head back with laughter.

“Put in your best and hope that he chooses you.”

It had taken everything in him to be polite toward her. He took a step forward, away from her. But, she was quick to block his path.

“I’ll sleep with you for free this time, if you help me do this, Beta.”

Now, Kenji wanted to slap her. It was a shame, a real shame.

“One more word about us sleeping together and you’ll be out of this premises…” He leaned into her.

“For good.”

He pushed past her and walked out of the hall. But, before that, he caught sight of Ashley, standing behind them, face laced with shock.