Loving The Alpha

Chapter 5--Unedited

Camille made her way through the back, just stopping a couple of seconds to say hi to Robert and Julie, her friends and bartenders of the place. She then went directly to the rooms where all of the girls changed. While walking to the room, she saw a couple of men standing outside of her boss office.

This time it was a different man that stood there. His eyes locked in hers and she soon felt intimidated by the man. It wasn't like she shouldn't the man was at least six feet tall. She could barely see his hint of blond hair since it was cut to his scalp. His blue eyes bore into her but not on the way that would make her skin crawl. He had a hint of familiarity but she couldn't recall from where.

He was handsome just as much as the one outside. She broke out of her thoughts when a door was opened and she was pulled in. Camille gasped in shocked as she was pulled in through the door. "Camille you're here! Thank God! I thought I was going to be the main act for tonight."
Sara one of her co-workers exclaimed.

Camille looked towards the red head unimpressed. Every night she did the same thing to Camille, she would pull her through the door and complain for fifteen minutes how she thought she was going to be the main act. All of the girls would roll their eyes and kept doing their thing.

As Sara kept babbling and rambling, Camille decided to get ready. She freed her brown hair from her pony tail and shook it. Instead of looking silky and straight, it looked like kind of lion's mane. "Do you want me to fix your hair?" Claire another dancer, asked Camille.

Camille have her a small smile and nod. "Yes please." She responded great fully to the brunette's request. From all of the girls Claire was the only friend Camille had. Sure she had Chris, but there was so much she could talk about. So she was grateful to have Claire.

"Okay take a seat ." Claire said as she motioned her to one of the chairs that were in front of the mirror. Claire quickly reached and picked up a brush from the drawer and soon started brush Camille's hair. Twenty minutes later, Camille blinked at her reflection.

Her blonde wig was pulled down and with a little of body waves, this helped hide the fact that she had a lion' mane as she walked in. Her blue eyes looked even more electric as the black and brown smoky eyes shadows were in her face. Her cheeks had a hint of pink and her lips were painted in a deep red color.

"Wow!" She whispered gasp, as she stared at her reflection. She then looked up at Claire and birghtly smiled. "You made me look so pretty!" She said and Claire laughed.

"Camille you've always been pretty I just enhace it." She responded.

It is not that she didn't believe Claire but her mother has drilled into her head that she wasn't pretty enough. After all the abuse she felt nothing but ugly and broken. A couple of minutes passed, when someone yelled through the door that it was time for Camille to come out.

She quickly stood up to change and thanked Claire once again. By the time she came out to the stage, there were a lot of people. There were as many women as there were men. Her heart beat a little faster, even if she's been dancing for years she still felt self concious. Especially with the outfits she was wearing. She had a sleeveless halter blouse.

The blouse was black and was open in the middle of her chest. The thin string of black fabric covered yet did not hid her body. The inner sides of her breast and her toned and flat stomach was in full diplay for every men to see. She also had black short shorts to acoompany the outfit. She usually would've come out in heels but tonight she was barefoot.

Just as she neared the stage, Jessica, the girls coordinator greeted her.

"Hey girl it's almost your turn." She said and Camille gave her a smile.