Found By An Alpha *Sample Only*

3

I have never really felt ashamed about working here. I mean does it disgust me? Yes. Can I say that I am  proud? No. But I will never be ashamed of doing what I have to, to survive.

Walking back into the club after being in the room with Colton though, I can't help but feel ashamed. For the life of me, I can't figure out why though.

I move through the crowded club, playfully touching and laughing like I'm supposed to. Ignoring the lingering gazes as they fantasize about me and God only knows what else.

It's easy to ignore the eyes on me. They always look, but Roxy pays no mind. This time is different. I can feel a set of eyes following my move.I look around but see no one staring at me. Then again, it is a little dark and it is hard to tell.

I jump a little when someone grabs my shoulder. I spin to see Desmond smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

He leans in close to my ear so I can hear him over the loud music

"You're on fire tonight, Roxs. Go to room 4 for a private dance for the rest of the night!" My jaw dropped a little and I looked at him like he grew two heads.

Private dances for the night are rare and  cost a flat rate charge, with the dancer getting about half. Which isn't bad for a night of work, but I make more in tips on the floor.

"Can't you get someone else, Des? I need the money from the tips?" Desmond immediately shook his head.

"They requested you specifically, Pussycat. Even paid double. I'll put the envelope with your share in your locker. Now go." He shoos me off to the hallway, and I can't help but groan.

Why would someone request me for the night?

I run my hands through my hair, before walking into room 4.

I let out an incredulous laugh when I see Colton sitting on the small couch again.

"Change your mind about me, handsome?" I made my way towards him.

When I reached his legs, I slide one of mine between his knees until there was enough space for me to step closer.

"I already said I wanted you" his voice smooth and collected and I smile and turn my back to him in response.

I could feel his eyes on the back of my head as I sat in his lap and pushed my back against his chest. Trying to hide the fact that I actually love the feel of his body against mine.

It's like deja-vu. He picked me up and sat me down next to him, my legs draped over his.

He reaches over to his other sides and grabs a jacket that he uses to throw over my shoulders and cover my body.

I'd be lying if I said that it didn't feel amazing to have his jacket around my shoulders. The warmth, the smell.... it was almost overwhelming.

"Again, why request me for a private dance, if you don't want me to dance?"

"Because you're mine, kitten. And I do-"

"Just because you paid for some of my time, doesn't make me yours! I am not an object!" I cut him off from what ever he was saying.

I throw his jacket off my shoulders and swing my legs off him to stand up.

I step up on the small stage and turn to face him.

"You paid for a private dance for the rest of the night. Do you want a lap dance or a pole dance first?" I trail my hand up and down the pole slowly, smirking when I see his eyes follow the movement.