I Need an Alpha

Chapter 13

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The character I picked for Rubin was Joe Manganiello because....just look at him, he's like a ball of beautiful and sexy god! Damn that man is fine!

Chapter 13

"Angel!" Henry yelled over the loud music, beckoning to Eliza to walk over to him. Eliza waved at the stripper she was talking to and walked slowly to Henry, just to get a rise out of him.

"There is a client waiting in one of the private rooms for you, he paid a lot of money and requested you personally. So give him a good show." He stared at her sternly.

"Alright, which room?" she asked placing her hands on her hips. Private dances were probably her least favorite job; she never liked people touching all over her, especially after Alpha Redwood.

"Number 6, here," he handed her a brand new pair of lingerie. "He paid a lot of money, better give him his money's worth." Eliza took the underwear from him and stomped to towards the back changing rooms.

She was probably going to be dancing for an old, fat, sleaze. Yuck!

After changing into the ultra-small and revealing scrap of fabric, Eliza made her way to the private room section, where she found room 6. "Here we go." She muttered to herself and opened the door slowly.

She seductively walked toward the stereo built into the wall, filling the man's eye's watching her every move. She played the sexiest music she could find and started to dance slowly, walking towards the dark corner where the client sat watching.

She danced in the center of the room under a spotlight and tried her damdest to peer into her clients face. She bent over and came back up, trying to forget that she was probably dancing for some scumbag.

She swayed her hips and continued to make her way to the client. She couldn't see the man at all, unless he wanted her to because he was in control of the lighting.

She sat on the man's lap, feeling his large erect member and grinded on him. His body wasn't pudgy or fat and it didn't feel like it belonged to an old geezer. His stomach was hard and his thighs were firm and strong.

Her body tingled all over, especially in her most private parts where she felt warm and moist. She grinded harder and she began to moan. The man groaned and lifted Eliza off of his lap, he switched on the light and Eliza gasped.

"Oh god," she fumed "Rubin, why are you here?" she screamed pounding his chest and trying her hardest to kick the living crap out of him with her extra high, extra sharp stripper heels.

"I had to see you," he looked into her eyes and she began to tear up.

"You need to go Rubin, you lied." She cried at his betrayal, he lied to her.

"I never lied sweetheart; I just-"she interrupted him "never told me the truth" she said quietly turning away so he didn't see her tears.

"Please baby, hear me out." He begged.

"You need to go Rubin" she said, "actually, better yet.....I need to go" she stomped out of the room; it was a little hard with the killer shoes on her feet so she kicked them off and continued on.

"Rubin followed her, begging her to listen to him. "Henry," she called "I'm leaving" she told him without even stopping.

"You can't leave, you have a show now." he called after her and Eliza ignored him, which got him pretty angry.