Seduce him

KAYLA'S POV

In the evening, when it already got darker and darker, I wriggled my way into the bar of the hotel. Well, I had to wait till it got dark because I was pretty sure of the fact that my savior had turned fully into the enemy that would go to any length to get me. There was no doubt he had influence.

What was he called again? I can't recall. But he was an Alpha. Although I was drunk that night, I still have a slight collection of what took place in the bar that night. The authority he commanded when freed me, the way the pervert had melted like heated wax right in front of him, none of it seemed to be ordinary by any means.

"Hey, wait!" A male voice said viciously to me as I was walking in.

My heart skipped. Anyone could hear the intensity with which it was beating. Could I have been found already? No way! I had to keep going. He was probably not talking to me.

"Stop right there, whore!" He yelled at me a second time.

Whore? Hell yeah. I had every reason to be mad if it were before today. I would have been hurt. But no. Today, hearing someone call me that kind of gave me hope.

I was trying to blend in. I wanted to be a hooker for the hotel. To be called that despite not being one showed how well I was blending in. I wore a very skimpy skin-tight glassy black skirt with a blue singlet that went only as far as the mid-region of my abdomen.

I was almost naked! Damn it. It was tough deciding to wear those things. With that skirt, I would not even readily make a bending move. If not, I will be revealing my cunt to every eye that stole a glance. Well, I still had my panties on.

For my foot, I had a hilly shoe on. I had to practice all day for this. And I eventually spent almost everything out of the little savings I had. If I got called a whore, it only meant that my little work of art to look like a whore worked like magic. I simply wanted to secure a place as a stripper. My dress sense would be one of my qualification tests, I presume.

I halted my steps and stood at a place, not turning and not moving an inch. Every other stripper would probably turn in hopes they would get a client. But I could not.

"Show your face right now. Turn around."

Whoever said that did not give me time to obey the command. I could feel the presence of quite a couple of them. Maybe three. Well, there were four of them. Two stood behind me while the other two came to the front. The moment they looked at me, they seemed to be lost for a few seconds. Despite wearing such a singlet, I still put on a bra that pumped my boobs to the faces of people.

"Uhm!" He seemed to shake off the seduction right in front of him. “Who are you?"

I forced a loud chuckle at the question.

"You are looking at a gorgeous queen and you still ask who she is. Come on, man. You can do better. This is not a proper way to get a lady to talk with you!"

The moment I said that, I felt a hand move around my ass.

"My goodness, " one said behind me, "I feel like having you right here and right now!"

Instantly, I brushed the hand off me. Then, I turned and gave him a luring smile. "I will consider that a compliment. But who knows," I walked closer to him, “I might bite your ear off the next time you attempt this madness! I am not a whore!"

"Enough!" The other guy said. He seemed to be in charge. He pulled me around and raised my head to have a clearer look at my face.

My lipstick was thick, really thick. I had slight makeup on me. But I still looked different. Within me, I was scared to the bones. But these guys just had no plans of letting me go any moment soon.

"You look like the stripper we are looking for," he said to me. His eyes studied me carefully.

"Of course, it has to be me. No one gets past me to look for another.” I was trying so hard to be cool.

I was watching. He grabbed his phone and looked at a picture. I took a two-second glance. I recognized the lady immediately. It was me! I was damn right. The dude was powerful. Surviving here would be difficult unless I maintain this standard or get better. That would equally entail getting banged multiple times.

"But it can't be you," he said as he returned his focus to me. “The hair is different. You could have changed that.”

He paused for a while and brought his face closer to mine. Was he trying to kiss me right here? My heart beat faster. I acted high and mighty but I was not ready for this. Just then, he caught me.

"Your heart," he said.

I forgot they were wolves too. Did they all hear the pounding of my heart? Shit! I just hope I did not ruin my camouflage at this point.

"My heart? " I tried to maintain the energy I kept all along. "What do you mean to say? You want to win my heart. Oh my gosh, that is so sweet. But darling, a stripper does not entertain feelings so easily. Unless you make me fall."

I could tell I was getting him frustrated. He stroked his hair.

"Why is your heart beating faster and faster?" He asked me. "Are you nervous?"

"Yes, I am. You got me right there. This is my first day here. And I intend to become an official stripper here. You guys giving me this ill first-time experience is uncalled for. And I feel it is a simple way of wishing me ill luck. Don't you think so?"

"Are you certain of this?" He asked again. There was suspicion etched in his tone. He kept looking at the picture to me. "Is this the first time you are coming here?"

I grinned broadly and stroked his chin. "Yes, I am. And please, you are harassing me with your questions. If you have nothing else to say, I'll continue walking."

With those words, I began my walk again. I would have taken quick strides. But no. If I should do that, I would get them to suspect me more.

"Okay, Kayla," I muttered to myself. "You have done a great job. Just be calm."

I grabbed a gum from my purse and started chewing right away. I needed my breathing balanced before any other obstacle. I could sense those dudes still staring at me. There was no doubt they probably still had their doubts about me right now. Well, I get to have a sleeping place, at least.

When I eventually met with the lady in charge of the strippers, my confidence was high. I looked way more sexier in my humble opinion. But I can't even bring myself to imagine how many men she has had in her to be the one in charge of the rest.

"And what do I call you?" She asked me while carefully scrutinizing me.

I never thought of a name. I could not have told anyone my real name. I was on the wanted list of this powerful guy. He would know my name if he dug around a little. Kayla? No, I won't go with that.

"Elena," I answered. “That is my name."

"I didn't permit you to use my name, Alpha Princess."

Who was that? That was Elena! For the first time in a long while, she finally spoke. A broad smile crossed my face.

"You can talk," I said in response to Elena. I forgot I was in an interview.

"What?" The lady asked. "You were not talking to me, were you?"

"Sorry, I was not. It was him." I pointed at a dude sitting with a stripper. He was not even looking at me.

"Oh, I see. You do feel confident about getting this, right? But why do you badly want to be a stripper?"

"Be a stripper? I am already one, ma'am," I replied with a giggle.

"Hmm," she exhaled heavily. I could tell she was not buying my camouflage. She's been a stripper long enough to recognize one.

Was I pushing myself too much? Maybe I was forcing it.

"There is something about you I am yet to figure out. Are you sure you want to do this? Are you a stripper?"

"You are looking at a stripper in a stripper mode. Yet you ask me if I want to do this,” I chuckled. "What would I be doing here in the first place if I did not want this? And yeah, if I had not been like this, I would not be looking for this kind of opportunity.”

She smiled at me. "Can you see that dude over there drinking alone?"

I followed her gaze. "Yes, I can."

"Seduce him. That is your test."

My eyes dilated. "You want me to have sex with him?"

She smiled at me and said, "That'll be your decision to make. But a stripper is not a prostitute. All you have to do is to seduce him."

I looked at the dude. He looked like he would kill. It was at this point, that I realized what I was signing up for. I was only dressed as a stripper. But I wasn't one on the inside. How do I get to seduce a person?