My Stripping Affair With The Alpha

  Life can change in a blink of an eye, that for someone that is so closed-minded. Her whole world would be turned in many different directions. With my life, I always had a choice, and where I felt most comfortable was with the lights blinding my eyes as they changed different colors. As the music played and my body moved to each beat. I felt eyes everywhere around me, and I knew in this area I was desired and wanted. I was needed most of all. Bodies collided together as I rolled my hips on his lap with the soft grunt that slipped from his mouth. But same moan, a different man. The music died down, and I felt the linger each time I got up.  “I hope I see you again soon,” I whispered before I got off my clients.  I made my way back to the dressing room to switch out of this outfit that’s been used with several men tonig

I wiped the side of my mouth as I stood up in front of Arson. His head was tilted back as his breathing was rapidly after he released inside of my mouth. I started feeling a hint of regret and tons of guilt knowing I allowed this to happen and he isn’t even looking at me. Why isn’t he looking at me?! When he lifts his head up he doesn’t make any contact with me as guilt washed over him. He was looking past me and now I was the one crying. I went for the door but when I opened it he closed it. “No, don’t do that. Don’t cry because of me. Relax, I am not going to treat you any other way I was just processing.” I relaxed in my spot and exhaled the breath I was keeping in. “Can I touch you now? Respectfully?” He asked. I nodded expecting this to turn dirty but instead, h

I must’ve not locked my door correctly. I was nervous so that would make sense. Why couldn’t he leave me alone? Also, why would I allow myself to do it? I was such a horny person and he knew exactly what to do to get me going. I got going and that was only a quickie. Imagine what a full session would be. Poor Ryan, he didn’t deserve for that and I think part of me knew I never wanted to be any more than what we are. Yet he is good for me too. I turned into bed early and just ignored the phone until a knock from my front door woke me up. I woke up in a panic and looked over at the clock to which it revealed it was one in the morning. What the hell? I moved the blankets off of me and stood up trying to get my balance of being half awake. Another knock came at the door while I made my way to it. I walked to the window near my door to look out and it was Arson leaning on the wall. I quickly opened it and he almost fell. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked. When he lo

Arson was fully clothed holding me like he owed me something. But didn’t. If anything he has been a real ass since I met him and now he was holding me naked in the shower. I tried to fight against his embrace but he held on tighter until I let my head fall and now I was sobbing again fully defeated. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go and not how I planned either. “It’s okay.” But it was far from okay. The dread of leaving my apartment and being forced to do more than what’s required of me. I was no longer a person of choice but one who needs to in order to survive. To give my mom just a little more time before her time nears. When I finally relaxed his arms he loosened from me. Our eyes met but now it was full of awkward silence. He needs to leave. When the sadness came to a halt I reached for my towel and put as much distance as I could between us. The sound of his wet clothes made their way into my bedroom. “Makayla. Are you okay?” He asked. I met his eyes through the mir