The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Chloe POV

I was popping the tops off a few IPAs when I noticed Miss Piggy skipping out of the back hallways all gleefully. She went straight for the front row of the main stage that was already full, then pushed a smaller, meek-looking girl out of her seat. The girl had come early to get a spot in the very first row and dead center, and she clearly came by herself. No one got up to help her or tell the blonde hussy to go someplace else. "Hey!" I heard Cindy yell. He had seen the whole thing while dropping a drink off to someone at a table behind. "Get your ass up! Seats are first come, not a free for all."

"Mickey told me to get a good seat so he can pick me!" Piggy snapped back, pulling at her pink top.

"It's okay," the girl that was pushed from her seat got up to her feet, then started walking gloomily towards the bar. Cindy shot daggers at Mick's blonde friend, but the girl didn't notice. She was looking at the women to the left and right of her, bragging about how close she was to our club's main attraction.

"You okay, sweetie?" I asked the other girl as she took a seat at the end of the bar in the less crowded area. I poured her Jack and coke, knowing that was what she ordered when she first came in, then slid it to her. She started to fumble with her wallet, but I stopped her, touching her hand. "It's on the house."

"Thanks," she smiled, though the smile didn't touch her eyes. "I'm fine. I know it was a long shot at getting picked by him anyway."

"Him? Which him did you come to see tonight?" I asked, pouring more drink to be delivered to the tables. "Dare Bear," she sighed, saying Darren's stage name. I chuckled to myself, knowing this was an easy fix. "Well, you just sit here next to me, and I'll see what I can do about making that shot a little shorter." "You mean...." her eyes lit up a bit. She wanted to believe me, but I could see she had her doubts.

I winked at her. "Don't get too comfortable in that seat. I don't think you will be needing it the entire night. Cindy," a waved him over when he dropped off a new set of orders at the counter. "Can you pass along a message to Darren really quick for me?"

I sprawled a quick note on an order pad and tore the sheet out, giving it to him. Cindy read it, a smile breaking on his well-lined lips.

"Oh, honey, I'm on it." He winked at the girl too, then strutted back to the dressing room, hurrying before the show started.

"Do you really think Dare Bear will dance for me just because you asked him too?" The girl still seemed doubtful. "They usually only pick the pretty girls."

I scoffed. "You are pretty, miss...."

"Taylor," the girl told me her name.

"Taylor," I smiled. "You are so much prettier than some bleach blonde ditz with more plastic on her body than common sense. That bitch looks like a pig. Her nose job was terrible," I nodded towards the blonde tramp in the front row. "Big Boyd, you know him, right? He told me just before she decided to be a bitch to you that she looked like Miss Piggy, and I agree. All the boys would rather pick a girl like you than them." I sighed and shrugged, "but the women that have enough money to get all that plastic surgery done are the ones that tip the most and pay to be chosen to dance with. Have more confidence." I tucked a silky lock of her brown hair behind her ear. "You're beautiful, Taylor. If I was up there, I would pick you out of everyone here without a doubt."

A pretty crimson shade appeared beneath the freckles on her nose and cheeks. She did really look adorable and very shy. That's probably why none of the men have ever chosen her. They do tend to pick the ones with fatter wallets, and avoid the girls that look easily embarrassed. I'm fully confident Darren will follow through with what I asked.

When Cindy comes back out, he has a cat-ate-the-canary grin on his face. "I got you, girl," he shoulder bumped Taylor. "And you," he nodded at me before lifting a tray full of drinks from the bar, "I got a little tid bit that will tickle your fancy. Or tickle your something. Or make you hurl. I don't know but I'll be right back."

"Hmm," I gave him a curious look as he walked away, but he was too busy laughing at himself for whatever reason to notice.

"So, Taylor," I went back to popping the tops off hard ciders, passing them to women a little further down at the bar while adding the drinks to their tabs. "You seem to be a big fan of Dare Bear. Do you come see him often?"

SHe smiled shyly. "I, uh, came with my sister for a bachelorette party a few months ago. That was the first time I saw him. He was.... He was," she got a dreamy look in her green eyes, "amazing."

I giggled at her infatuation. It would normally be a red flag for a stalker to me, but for some reason I didn't get those warning feelings from Taylor. There was something else in her dreamy gaze that had me excited about seeing Darren's dance soon.

"I was 17 then, and managed to, uh," she looked a bit guilty looking down at the drink in her hand, "get a fake ID to come see him a few more times," she whispered under her breath.