The Alpha & The Stripper (BWWM) CANCELED

Chapter 1: Introducing "Candy"

Shit, shit, shit! I'm going to be so fucking late. I walk into my apartment rushing into my room. I quickly get into the shower taking a hot shower before walking back into my room getting dressed.

"Jade, hurry the hell up or we're going to be late" my roommate and best friend Kayla yells.

I finish getting dressed quickly and rush out my room. I just got off my first job and now we're rushing to get to our next job. We quickly take a taxi to the building. Kayla has been by my side since I moved here 8 years ago and I couldn't have asked for a better best friend. Back when I was lost and on my own she was the second person to take me under her wing. I was on my own at sixteen without a family in this brand new place. She was only seventeen at the time but she had knowledge beyond her years and I needed someone like that around to help me navigate the new circumstances I found myself facing. The rest is what people would call history. We rush into the building with minutes to spare going straight to the back. I get to my vanity and strip getting into tonight's uniform before I sit down to do my hair and makeup to perfection. When I'm here I have to look my absolute best there's no room for error. My job is all about looking perfect every night, that's how I make my living most of the time. I hear my name being called and I stand up looking over my appearance. The outfit shows off everything that'll get me all the cash I need tonight. I walk out the room in the six inch platforms going to the stage. I dance to the beat of the song before grabbing the pole and walking around. I hop up twirling around the pole as the guys throw cash my way.

Yes, I'm a stripper. Those who know nothing about the profession or me will judge me but as long as I can eat and have a place to live I'm content. The owner of the place approached me when I was eating at the local McDonald's. He told me I was beautiful and asked if I needed a job, said it paid well for girls like me. I was sixteen and homeless with little to no money in my pocket, having a stranger tell me a way to get money was like heaven for me. It wasn't like I had anything else to do seeing how I had graduated early before I left my hometown. When he brought me to this place I saw a bunch of half-naked girls walking around. I thought it was a prostitution ring or some shit but lucky for me it was just a strip club. He took me in letting me stay with him at his lavish-well lavish for me- condo and I slowly got out on my own. Kayla taught me how to really dance and ways to get more cash out of these sleazy ass guys. Well I shouldn't say sleazy, only some of them are actually low life fucking perverts. The owner makes sure that though it's a strip club it's not some back end low class hoe house that welcomes losers. A lot of guys in nice suits actually come here to watch us dance. I grab my cash before waving to the guys and walking back to the room. I sit at my vanity pulling out all of the cash in my underwear and bra straightening them a little while I count. I look up and see the owner coming over to me from the mirror.

"Baby, you were amazing out there they love you as always" he says wrapping his arms around me and kissing my cheek softly.

I smile at him in the mirror. "Thank you King."

"You're welcome baby" he let's go of me leaning on the vanity. "Someone has paid for you for an hour. I informed him that he's not allowed to touch you, that's my job" he smirks and I laugh nervously. King and I haven't done anything ever but that doesn't stop him from hitting on me shamelessly. Don't get me wrong King isn't ugly; he's tall like six foot two with hazel eyes and a light complexion. I've heard about what King does in his bedroom and I'm definitely not into the sick shit he does with women.

"I want you to get all sexy up and meet him in private room three."

I nod and he kisses my cheek again before walking away from me. I stand up and quickly change my clothes into another sexy outfit. Anyone would ask why put up with a sleazy boss that wants to fuck you. I'd love to tell King off and say 'fuck you, you sleazy son of a bitch' but I can't. If I want to continue to have a place to sleep and food to eat I have to put up with King and his shameless flirting. Yeah, I have another job but it wouldn't put the money on the table that I get from stripping. It barely covers my recreational needs on the daily let alone rent and shit. I walk down the barely lit hallway of the private rooms. There are ten private rooms and a VIP room at the end of the hallway. All the rooms are the same except the VIP room; they're dark red with dim lights, a circular booth, a pole, and a lone chair.

I walk into room three to see yet another old guy sitting there. You'd be surprised at how many old geezers ask for private dances. It's not like they can get their scrawny dicks up to enjoy a fucking lap dance. They pay well nonetheless so I dance for the old guy and he watches me with quizzical eyes. When my dance is over I walk back to the dressing room changing my clothes yet again before my next dance. Only a couple more hours left then I can leave this place and go to my soft bed. I walk out the room going to the bar to get a quick shot of gin. It helps me with my dancing, my nerves, and helps me deal with the shit cards I've been dealt in life. After my shot I walk back to the back and wait for my name to be called. Kayla comes through the curtain fresh off the stage. Her mid back brown hair with golden blonde dyed ends bone straight, her light mocha complexion standing out under her red costume and her hazel eyes bright from the red makeup she has on. She sits down at her vanity next to mine taking all her money out.

"Only a couple more hours of this shit and we can go the hell home" she says exhaling deeply.

"I'm counting on that shit believe me." She shakes her head and I stand up once I hear my name being called again. I walk through the curtain back to the stage. The only light is the light from the runway and the DJ booth. I wait for the right moment in the song to start moving. The lights slowly become brighter and the guys yell once they see me.

I've been dancing to this song for so long now it's like my special. I play it nearly every time I dance. It has the perfect slow moments and the perfect fast moments that gets me and the crowd riled up. Plus I don't think any other bitch in this place can pull this song off like I do. Well maybe Kay could but not like I do. There's not one single guy in this place that's not throwing cash my way with this song. Once it's over I grab my cash then walk off the stage. Stripping isn't as easy as I use to think it was when I was younger. It takes a tough person to do what I do. These guys try any and everything to get you and they say slick shit out their mouths some times. Then have the audacity to get mad like just because we strip for a living doesn't mean we're supposed to fuck you too. I put my cash into my safe place and get ready for another dance. I need these hours to hurry the fuck up so I can go the hell home.

A/N: Here's the first chapter, I'm really excited for this story. Vote, Comment, & Fan!