The Alpha's Innocent Stripper

Saving a werewolf

Her glass heels resounded all over the noiseless room; one would think the room was void of soul, but the reverse was the case—it was filled to the freakin brim with people. Particularly, it was filled with men who had lust flowing obviously in their eyeballs and drool escaping their lips as they gazed at her ravishing figure. She enjoyed it; the wanting look of perverted men fixed solely on her made her feel so special. Her steps were sultry as she cat-walked all the way to the pole, with the disco lights caressing her skin sporadically. Finally, she arrived at the long glassy pole which was fixed in the middle of the room. She lifted her right arm, then snapped her fingers loudly. Almost immediately, loud sensual music was heard, followed by the shameless cheers from the men. Madonna smirked before grabbing onto the pole. She narrowed her eyes sexily at the audience, who cheered enthusiastically for her. “Let's get this show started” she whispered and glued her curvy self on th...