The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

"Hand it over," I held my hand out for his shirt. He begrudgingly slipped it off and placed it in my hands. "I might keep this," I joked, holding it up to my chest. It could be a dress on me, but not having any clothes of my own besides the dress from Driana made it tempting to keep. "It would look better on you anyway," Jamie nodded in agreement. He had a serious expression, but his words were laced with humor. "Go ahead and try it on."

"You're just trying to see her tits," Alexi snorted.

"Shut up," Darren pushed Alexi's shoulder. "It might be our only chance."

"She still has the eight ball," Boyd looked from the table, then at me. "Not an easy shot. There's still a chance."

It's not an easy shot, but there is no chance for him. I can get it.

I smiled, tossing his tank top over my shoulder, then grabbed the blue chalk and started rubbing it at the end of the cue. My eyes never left his, never backing down from the challenge. I blew the tip, licking my lips before pressing my tongue between my teeth. Victories always taste so sweet when your opponent underestimated you from the beginning. I leaned over the table once again, readying my shot. With the right amount of spin, this will be easy. "Left center pocket," I murmured. I decided to be extra and lift my left leg and sprawl it on the table beside my hip, the boxers straining against my lady bits.

Boyd groaned, and Darren murmured "Yes, mama," before hissing and humming his approval.

"I love this game," Jamie sighed, angling his head to the side.

"It's my favorite too," I whispered, lining up my shot just right.

"No way you can make this shot," Alexi scoffed, shaking his head like he was amazed.

"Watch me," I breathed, then hit the cue ball just right. It spun perfectly before knocking against a solid, then the solid went sailing for the eight ball. It skimmed against it just right to send it rolling in the direction of the pocket.

The room was dead silent. We all stared at the rolling black ball. The three seconds it took to sink seemed like three minutes, and when it fell in everyone erupted into a roar of disbelief. The way they all yelled "OOHHHHH!" in unison and the way Darren leaped off his chair, pumped up and skipping around the room had me feeling like I had just won the lottery or something.

"Holy hell fire! She did it! The warrior luna actually did it," Beau bellowed, pulling his hair in disbelief.

"Take it off. Take it off! Take it off!" Alexi started to chant, then everyone else started joining in. Boyd, who was stunned in silence, turned to stare at my ecstatic, smug face, shaking his head like he couldn't believe I had just made the shot. He underestimated me until the end, and now he was about to pay.

Swiftly, he grabs the hem of his boxer briefs, then jerks them down to his ankles before kicking them off and tossing them right in my face. I whooped and yelled, taking his dirty underwear and spinning it above my head, dancing in a circle. bubble butt on top of being well endowed. I love bubble butts. Cameron's ass was all muscle and too stiff for my liking.

His goods are on full display. I have to admit that I am actually impressed. He has

"Bend over, big boy," I chuckled, spinning the cue stick over my head. He takes the loss like a champ, bending over the table and even shaking his ass at me tauntingly before I smack him one time with the stick. This was all in fun, so I didn't do it hard, and then tossed his underwear back at him the moment I finished.

"I want a rematch tomorrow, and this time I'm breaking first," he pointed at me.

"Sure thing," I giggled, openly staring at his junk and then his ass as he hopped around to get his legs through the boxers.

"It won't do him any good. You play dirty anyway," Cortina muttered, coming out to observe all the chaos of my win.

"That was fun," Darren laughed, pulling his vibrating phone out of his pocket to check the screen. His laughter fades and a look of disappointment comes over his face. "Ah, shit. My partner for the night canceled."

"Oh no," Beau looked over his shoulder. "Girl or guy tonight?"

"Girl," he sighed.

"Damn. If it was a guy, you could have asked Winnie to fill in. He wants the extra cash right now."

"I would have just bought him the bag he's saving up for if he could have helped and given him half the commission. This viewer pays top dollar for his live shows."

"Live shows?" I asked, hearing the topic of money and becoming more than a little curious.

"Ever heard of cam girls?" Beau smirked. "Or HornyFans?"

"Like, live porn?" I asked.

"Yep. Exactly. Some of us have live shows online to make extra cash. Darren, with his beastly dick and bear-like tender roughness, has the second biggest following."

I wonder for a second who might have the first, but don't ask.

"I was supposed to do a show tonight but the girl I had booked with canceled," Darren grumbled.

"Why did she cancel?" Jamie asked with an almost bored expression, studying his nails. But then he smirked like he already knew the answer.

"It says," Alexi took the phone from a disgruntled looking Darren, then laughed at the screen. "Hey, D. I know I said I'd try again, but I just don't want to be out of commission for the next two weeks like last time. I'm sorry. Maybe off camera we can get a drink or something when you don't have to be so rough and go all the way in. I can't do another intense session though. Sorry and good luck!"

"Damn," Boyd snickered. "How many is that now?"

"Six," Darren groaned. "Fuck. I booked with her after begging for a second chance. The agency already told me that none of the girls wanted to take the chance of getting their guts rearranged." "Building a fun little reputation for yourself," Jamie said with full seriousness. "I'm jealous."

"No you're not you fucker." Darren threw a water bottle at Jamie's head. Jamie caught it without much effort. "You don't have any trouble getting girls to come back." Jamie sighed, rubbing his chin. "It's a curse being this beautiful."

"Shut the fuck up," Darren tossed a pillow from a couch at Jamie's head next.

While they joked around with one another, I was thinking about the money aspect of what Darren and Beau just said. How much is he getting for doing the live shows?

"I can see what you're thinking," Cortina invaded my thoughts. "I know it was in your revenge plans already, but doing that live on camera for anyone to see is more than just revenge."

"I know. It's so much better. He could see it." It would be like what Cortina had to put up with. She had a front row seat to his bull shit. Why should I hide mine?

"If he sees it he could trace us here."

"Crap." She's right.

The money would be so nice, though. And, I'm sure whatever Darren is packing, and however rough he is in bed, I've already endured so much worse. Cameron may have had a flat ass, but he was massive in the front. There is no way anyone could ever be rougher than him. He was cruel, but Beau said Darren was tender even though he was rough. I've fucked one man in my life, and he was a fucking monster. I guarantee Darren would be so much better than him, even without being mates.

"It won't be so easy, Chloe. You're still mated. You might not enjoy it at all."

"Maybe, but I still want to try." If not for any other reason than revenge.

I thought about it more and more as the men talked about options for Darren. They were suggesting girls and even looking up call girls on their phones. Darren seemed doubtful he would find anyone.

The room was decorated with Mardi Gras decor, and as I looked around at the memorabilia from New Orleans and parades Rodger and some of the other residents attended, my eyes landed on one particular item and an idea hatched in my head. Even Cortina seemed to like it. "Shit," Darren pocketed his phone, then stood up from his spot on the couch. "Guess I should make some calls and see if I can find anyone else. If not, I'll have to cancel or reschedule."

"Good luck," Alexi waved him off.

I managed a yawn, stretching my arms above me. "I think I'm going to head to bed too. I had a long day, and whipping Boyd at pool did me in."

Boyd scoffed, but everyone else snickered before they all told me bye and wished me a good night. Darren held the elevator for me, and I smiled at him in appreciation. When the doors closed and we started going up, the button for floor six was pressed as well as the tenth. Darren was looking at his phone again, so he didn't notice me getting off on the sixth floor with him until the elevator doors shut behind me.

"Chloe? I thought you were on the tenth floor? This is floor six."

"I know," I smiled widely. "I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about your show tonight. I wanted to offer to help."