Romance: The Billionaire Alpha Collection (16 page)

Chapter 1

I take a deep breath as I ready myself to go onstage.

It is now a few months since I graduated from college but with no job offers forthcoming - and my bills piling up - I had to find a way to make some fast cash.

Luckily, my roommate, Rose, helped get a job for me…

In a strip club.

Although it is looked down on, the money here is good and that is what is most important right now.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn around to see Rose standing behind me with a smile on her face. Seems like no matter what she was doing, she was always happy, which is more than I can say about myself.

“You ready to go onstage?” she asks me.

“Yeah… I just tune it all out and act like I’m just dancing alone in my room or something,” I say as I look Rose over.

She has on a pink G-string and some pink pasties with tassels on her nipples. The color really complimented her tan skin, plus she was one of the biggest moneymakers in the club.

She was a master on the pole because she had been in the business a long time and said that she wouldn’t give it up because she made too much money to clock a nine to five. Her ambitions were to one day open her own strip club, pay the girls a higher percentage of takings and create a great working environment. 

“You’re going for that naughty angel look tonight, I see. It looks nice on you,” she says with a smirk.

I nod my head.

I had on a white G-string, a pair of white wings, some clear heels, and a white lace bra.

The wings and bra would be taken off by the end of my set and I would make close to three hundred in that one set, which would pay quite a few bills.

Mainly, my half of the light bill and my half of the rent.

I watch as Sara, aka Strawberry Drop, finishes up.

They called her Strawberry Drop because when she really gets into her groove, her whole body turns red and she can drop her ass likes nobody’s business. I tried to get her to show me how she did it but I was a lost cause.

She was just too good.

She picks up her money and walks past me in the dressing room. We don’t talk much in here because it was all about mentally preparing ourselves to deal with the men out in the club.

If we did talk, it was usually to tell who to stay away from and who was a big tipper.

It was now time for me to go on, so I close my eyes to get into my zone. I didn’t like doing this four times a week but I had to do what I had to do. 

I hear my song come on and the DJ’s voice soon follows.

“Now coming to the stage, Girl Pleasure!” he yells over the music.

I step on the stage and the guys immediately go crazy.

The hooting and hollering is something I never thought I would experience.

I get on my knees and start a slow crawl on the stage before grabbing the pole and swinging up on it.

I imagine that the singer was singing straight to me and I just kept dancing.

I pull up, spread my legs, and come down slow.

Dollars start to fly and I get back on my knees and start to crawl toward the guy who’s throwing the most money.

The key to success was to pick out the guy who was throwing the most money and to make him throw as much of it as you could.

Make him feel as if he was the only guy in the world and that no one else mattered before you move onto the next one. It was literally all about the fantasy.

In here, guys could get almost anything that they wanted for the right price and with the right girl.

I throw my wings and my bra off to the side and jiggle my breasts in his face.

His eyes almost pop out and places a twenty in my G-string.

I wink at him, turn around, and start to shake my ass in front of his face.

He throws some more money and I get back on the pole and start to spin.  I slide down slow and watch as he throws even more money onto the stage.

The music ends and I grab my money and head offstage to change clothes to walk around the club and then do my last set for the night.

With any luck, I will pull in at least two grand tonight and hopefully have enough to save some this week. It seems as if no matter how much money I saved, it all eventually went back into bills and I was trying to get out of that slump.

I walk into the back and all of the girls are in numerous stages of undress but that was nothing unusual. There was always someone either naked or partially naked back here. The only time anyone was ever fully dressed was if they were leaving to come home or just coming in.

Other than that, it was bras and thongs.  I sit at my little corner and start to count how much I made from that one set and Rose walks over to me and takes a seat.

“So, Monica, how did it go?” she asks.

I finish counting the money and look at her.

“I made two hundred fifty in that one set but I’m going to try and get at least two grand. I might have to do some private dances even though I really hate those. It seems the only men who want them are the creepy ones or the ones who think you’re going to sleep with them.”

“Tell me about it. I had to slap a guy the other day for getting a little too frisky with me in there.”

“All I know is I really need the extra cash. I’m glad I finally got a busy night because I usually get the slowest nights in the world.”

“More bills?”

“You know it. I should’ve gotten another degree in school, that way she couldn’t bother me for a few more years because I’m already tired of paying her.”

“If you went back to school, you would owe even more money. Just stick with the loans you already have to pay back!” she laughs.

“It’s still frustrating. They want you to get into a good college so that you get a good career and then they harass you for the money before you have any real chance to get a job or make any money.”

“That’s life, but you know you’ll get through it. Well, I’m about to go on so see you later. I think I clock out before you do.”

“I think so, too. But it’s okay, see you when I get home. I have to work the floor for a while before I start my second set.”

I put on some more makeup because I had sweat a little bit of it off while I was onstage. I look at myself in the mirror and am satisfied with the way I look.

I wish I didn’t have to strip to make money…

My Mom married a billionaire oil tycoon but I was against anyone who was doing harm to the world just to get rich so I didn’t take their money, although I really need it.

It would just feel so wrong.

I look at my face once again and then I change into a red sexy outfit and red heels and walk out onto the floor. The music is loud and I look over and see Rose on the stage, swinging the pole. She smiles at me and I smile back.

I feel a couple of slaps on my ass but ignore it because that’s all that happens around here. If you got offended about a slap on the ass, then you definitely were in the wrong profession.

There is a lot of smoke in the air because there is a group men smoking cigars, trying to look important, but I shake my head.

I usually avoid their type because they were the main ones who thought that you owed them something.

I see one guy stumbling, trying to dance to the music, and all of a sudden, he falls to the floor.

I try to hold in my laughter but I let out a little giggle.

There is another group of guys who look like they are in a bachelor party, acting rowdy and getting lap dances from several of the girls. I am about to turn away when I see a guy motion for me to come over and I walk toward him.

“What can I do for you, sexy?” I ask in my most erotic voice.

He smiles at me. “How much for a lap dance, beautiful?”

“It’s thirty dollars for one,” I say.

He pulls off thirty dollars and stuffs it into my bra.

I straddle his lap and start to grind slowly on his lap.

He’s smiling at me and I lean forward and push my breasts into his face. I pull back and place my legs on his shoulder and start to wind my crotch in his face.

His smile spreads bigger and I knew then I would be getting a nice tip.

I spin my body around and start to shake my ass in his face and I feel him slide some money into my G-string. I do one final grind on him because I know that the song is about to be over.

The song ends and I get up off of his lap and wink at him.

“Thanks for the dance. I think I might call you back for another one a little later,” he says, full of bravado.

“No problem,” I say as I take the fifty out of my G-string and start to look for more clients to dance for before I have to head back onstage.

I look around and see a guy throwing money around, and he motions for me to come over. I swing my hips as I walk over toward him and sit down on his lap.

“Hi sexy,” I say, not really meaning it.

He is pale in color, wearing a bow tie and nerdy glasses.

I’m sure the ass he saw in this club was the only ass he was seeing up close on a regular basis because there was no way he had a girlfriend and if he did – I’m sure that she looks like him.

But I’m not one to judge, because what he wants to do is his business.

All I want to do is make him feel special so that he can stuff more money in my bra.

Guys like him were the ones I liked anyway, because I was so self-conscious of my body, I knew that they would never have a problem with it.

“Uh, do you think I could get a private dance?” he asks in a nasal voice and hands me a hundred and fifty dollars.

“Yes sir,” I say as I take his hand and lead him to one of the private rooms in the back of the club.

He sits on the chair and looks at me with needy eyes.

I look at him and know right there that, without even trying, he was going to give me everything in his wallet.

Taking off my bra, I walk slowly over to him.

I bend over in front of him and spread my cheeks a little, giving him a good view of my pussy. He gasps and I turn around and smile at him.

Sitting back on his lap, I start to bounce up and down and I can feel his member rising under me.

I place my breasts in his face and his face reddens from blushing.

Sliding off of his lap, I kneel on the floor and start to shake my ass for him.

He reaches out and touches it and I hear him gasp again. I can feel his excitement from here.

I turn around to look at him and he genuinely smiles at me. In this moment, this man is truly happy.

I finish off the dance by shaking my breasts a few more times and kissing him gently on the cheek.

He gives me two hundred dollars and we prepare to leave the room. As I step toward the door, he grabs my arm firmly. I look back at him, my heart beating hard.

Please don’t let this guy be trouble.

“Is there something else you wanted, sexy?” I say softly.

He smiles. “I just wanted to thank you for dancing for me, that’s all. Most women never even look my way twice.”

I sigh with a smile. “It’s my pleasure. Thanks for being such a gentleman because most guys who come back here get the wrong idea.”

“I always treat a woman with respect,” he says as he gets up from the chair.

“I bet you do. What’s your name, by the way?”

“Steve,” he says.

“Well, thank you for being a model customer tonight, Steve. You could give some of these animals in here some lessons.”

He laughs and I smile with him. He seems like a really nice guy. If he fixes himself up a little bit, I was sure he could find someone for himself.

“Well, Steve, I think it’s time that we get back out to the front.”

I take his hand and lead him back out of the room.

The club owner smiles at me and I provide him a wink.

He knows that I’m a pro at getting the guys none of the other girls will, but what he didn’t know was that I preferred it that way anyway.

I look around the room for one last person to dance for before I had to head back onstage for my last set and prepare to get out of here.

I spot a quiet looking guy in the corner nursing a drink and decide that he needs a pick me up - and that could be me. He looks over at me and then back at his drink.

“Do you want a dance sexy?” I ask with a smile.

“No, I’m okay. Just came in here to relax,” he says as he takes another sip.

I look him over and decide that he’s one of those guys who just wanted someone to listen to him.

He probably had an issue with his girlfriend and wanted to come in here to blow off steam and if all he wants to do is talk, then I will gladly talk to him instead of dancing.  Most guys love to pour their hearts out to us anyway because they had no one else to tell their problems to.

“Is something wrong?”