The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

"Naughty, naughty," I stealthily reached across the bar to take back the drink I had just given her. She didn't take a single sip, and I wonder if she hadn't drunk the other one earlier either. We have a two drink minimum rule on ladies' night, but she didn't smell like alcohol at all. I "I'm 18 now. My birthday was this past week. I was..... Well, I guess I was hoping I could try my luck at actually getting chosen this week." Her vivid green eyes met mine. "Thank you for being so nice to me. I was about to give up and leave."

quickly filled another glass with just a regular coke and passed it back.

"Welp," I lifted the glass I had just taken from her, threw it back and down the whole thing, then filled the glass up again with just a coke. "It's been my pleasure talking with you. I live here with all the men and feel like I've made a friend." I lifted my coke towards her. "To birthdays and new friends?" "Yes," she blushed again, grinning excitedly. "New friends."

The show started a few seconds later, the regular lights dimming as the spot lines glowed with life. Smoke started to pour onto the stage as the men began to run out, throwing their hands up in the air to hype up the screaming ladies even more.

Dead center, right in front of his annoying and entitled friend was Mick, and I tried my hardest not to stare. He had oil and glitter all over his bare chest, and you could see the outline of his junk in his snug jeans. It annoyed the shit out of me. I glared as he danced, thrusting his hips and smiled at his adoring crowd. I tried to focus on the others, like Kai or Jamie, but my annoyance still drew my eyes to the dead center of the stage.

The strangest thing was that I felt like he was staring at me most of the time too. When he took off his hard hat and placed it over his bulge, thrusting against it, I knew our eyes locked, and I couldn't bring myself to look away. It wasn't until Cindy crept behind me and whispered in my ear that I was able to look away.

"I found out a fun little surprise someone is planning for you," Cindy hissed excitedly.

"What?" I looked at him warily, wiping his hot moist breath off my ear.

"Someone has you as their target for dance time too."

"Who?" I looked at the stage, my eyes meeting Mick's again as he slowly slid his hands down his oiled chest.

"Big Boy Boyd."

"Boyd?" I scoffed, my eyes moving to Boyd who was kneeling down on the left corner of the stage, letting a couple of the women sitting there grope him. "Um, ew."

"You're not flattered?" Cindy chuckled, pressing his fist to his mouth.

"I'm hiding during his spotlight."

"That might be wise," Cindy was not even trying to hide his enjoyment at my discomfort. "Rodger is here," Cindy nodded towards the front door, where Rodger was taking cover fees with Winnie. As if sensing my gaze, Rodger looked up at the bar and gave me a warm smile and a gentle wave which I was quick to return.

What was Boyd thinking? Rodger doesn't want me on stage. There is a strict 'NO RECORDING OR PICTURES' policy, but it is still a risk.

I watched the rest of the opening show with dread, my focus on glaring at Boyd instead of Mick now. He never noticed. Boyd was too busy getting his pants stuffed with singles.

The first spotlight dance was a routine by Lenny and Kai. They danced together instead of pulling a girl on stage. Next was the much awaited Dare Bear dance. I had never been more excited seeing him take the stage.

His lumberjack costume was two sizes too small, the buttons looked like they were about to pop. After he slipped off his suspenders and unbuttoned the straining buttons, he looked like a predator on the prowl, the spotlight moving with him as he descended the steps to the crowd level. He acted like he was surveying the crowd, looking for his prey, but the glint in his eyes when he looked towards the bar let me know he was going to follow along with my note.

"Get ready," I leaned across the bar and whispered to Taylor. She was wide-eyed, her mouth opened to a small "o". Her hand pressed over her heart.

Darren got closer and closer, and then his eyes finally landed on Taylor sitting across from me. I gasped when his face suddenly transformed, his eyes going wide and his pupils dilating. He took a deep sniff of the air, then a low growl emanated from his chest.

He wasn't acting anymore. He was a predator, and Taylor was his prey. He moved swiftly to collect her in his arms, lifting her from the barstool and pressing his nose into her nape. I knew the moment I saw the look on his face what was happening, and I also realized why Taylor was so drawn to him, to the point she would get a fake ID to sneak into a male strip club to come see him.

"Mate," he growled hungrily, moving his lips to her marking spot. She whimpered, throwing her arms around his neck, leaning onto his chest. They both looked like they were about to fuck on the bar, and I had a high suspicion that she had never fucked anyone before. This was definitely not the place.

"Not here," I hissed, moving with Cindy around the bar to stop them. "Darren, take her upstairs!" When I tried to get close, Darren snarled viciously at me, tucking Taylor more against him protectively.

"Darren!" Dave appeared out of the roaring crowd, his eyes shining with some hidden authority I hadn't seen in him before. It helped Darren to snap out of his protective stance. Darren shook his head like he was coming out of a daze, then looked down at Taylor's face, staring up at him with anxious wonder. "Take her upstairs. We'll cover for you here. Congrats, man," Dave patted his back.

Darren nodded, then moved quickly to carry Taylor to the back, probably to take the elevator up to his floor and finish what he almost started here. He couldn't take his eyes off of her the entire time. Good for him, and way to go Taylor. I had just met her, but I knew I loved her. I'm looking forward to seeing them both tomorrow. If she can walk, that is.

"What happened?"

"Is this part of the show?"

"This has never happened before."

The crowd had gone quiet in anticipation, but then started to come alive with confused energy.

"Ladies, ladies," Dave moved to take the stage, waving his hands for the DJ to cut Darren's music and move it to the next song. "Like an animal in heat, our Dare Bear found his spring. What a way to announce to you all that our very own Dare Bear will be retiring after tonight to devote his time to his love and their future. Let's give it up for Dare Bear and wish them a happy life together!"

He started the cheering and clapped his hands enthusiastically. The confusion of the crowd died out into a roar of cheers for "Dare Bear". I laughed with Cindy at the change in energy. I was scared for a minute that we were going to have to wrestle Darren out of there and Rodger was going to have to swipe memories left and right.

"Now, to welcome the next act. This man needs no hype. All of you know his name!" The music slipped into the steady thumping that always brings the loudest cheers. "MICK-LOVIN'! MICK-DOUBLE! MICK, THE MAN WITH A LARGE....." Dave made the ladies scream by making a cringing face and wiggling his eyebrows. "MICK WOLF!"

All the women at once leaped out of their seats, cheering loudly. Miss Piggy was impossibly louder than all the rest of the women around her, convulsing on her feet as Mick came out in a cloud of smoke from backstage. He was dressed in jeans and suspenders, just a wife beater underneath. He had the look of a hunter, scanning the crowd until his eyes met mine. A small smile lifted his lips, his hips rotating, circling with the flow of the music. Even when his dance became a series of popping and controlled muscle movement, his eyes never left mine, and I again couldn't look away. He threw his head back, still staring at me as he slowly tore the white tank top down the center of his chest. Everyone went absolutely bat-shit crazy, but I just continued to stare. I involuntarily licked my lips, watching those muscles of his contract in the shining lights.

Damn it. Why does he have to look so fucking hot?

He leaped off the stage, landing on his feet before standing upright and prowling right past his grabbing friend, his eyes still trained on me. He moved past everyone, ignoring every desperate plea, every grab, every attempt to get his attention. It suddenly felt like we were the only two people in this room, and I knew without a doubt that he was prowling towards me.

When he stopped right in front of me, just a breath away from my face, my heart was hammering so hard in my chest I was scared that he would hear it.

There was no question. No extended hand or gentle persuasion like the men usually did when choosing someone from the crowd. Mick kept his eyes locked with mine, bending slowly to reach behind me, grabbing me behind by my thighs and lifting me into his arms. I let him. I didn't fight him or push him away.