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Chapter 2:
When I finally pull myself together I follow Angie into my room, where she is at my vanity doing her makeup.
“Are you sure they are actually gonna pay us?” I ask, uncertain. Even though this was a crap load of money I have this strange feeling that something big is going happen tonight and I am not quite sure if it is good or bad.
“Absolutely, we get 10 grand not including the tips.” Angie tells me spinning around in the chair to face me, while I sit on the edge of my bed. My room is so small that our knees are almost touching when she turns around. The first thing I’m getting with this money is a better place.
“Nessa look, I know how strongly you feel about them, but this will benefit us. Don’t let them win, by showing them fear and uncertainty.” Angie reassures me in a tone that I know means one thing, she means business.
Angie puts her hands on the sides of my face looking me in the eyes. “You are a gorgeous person who should feel absolutely confident in her own skin. So, bitch we are gonna march in there with our heads held high and show those jerk offs that we are way too sexy to be in their company if they aren’t paying big money for it!”
She says in a lighter, friendlier tone making me laugh my ass off. Angie always knows what to say, that’s why we are best friends.
“You’re right.” I say as I stand up and begin to change. “You’re right, this is just an ordinary job in a different part of town, I don’t know why I’m getting so worked up about it.” I slide on the red lingerie. There was no point in covering up and being nervous. If I could strip in front of random men, then I could definitely change in front of my best friend. Even though Tony didn’t like me being so young and dancing there for old men so men had to request a private dance from me and get it approved by him before I could strip. Otherwise I worked the bar in skimpy outfits and performed at parties that we knew would hold people our age. I mean I am 19 so I’m an adult, but still Tony is oddly protective.
After I put on the lingerie, Angie is just finishing her make up so we switch places, she stands up to change and I go to sit at the vanity and apply sexier make up now that there has been a change in plans for tonight.
“Ouch! You are lookin’ smokin’ hot doll!” Angie said as she checks me out, making me laugh. Yeah we watch way too much of the Kardashians!
The piece was more of a bra and panty set. The bra was a push up bra, to emphasize my slight D cups. It is lacey on the bottom but the sheer is over the top of red satin, closer to the top of the bra was lace and plain see through. The straps went across my chest and then behind my neck, almost like a halter top, leaving my stomach completely exposed and showing off my red and silver belly piercing. Then it crossed again going down my back like that until it reached the see-through lace boy shorts, which complimented my decent sized butt. The red really did stand out great on my olive skin. I think I might be Italian? Maybe Greek? I wouldn’t know because I don’t know my biological family, but they passed down some killer genes.
“Thanks ma’am, you don’t look too bad yourself.” I tell Angie.
Her piece is a black bralette with pink lace at the top of her chest and she has on a black half cincher around her waist and a pink and black underwear. She has flat ironed her hair to perfection and she has done a black smokey eye with a hint of pink making her look more seductive. I did the same only with red as an accent color instead of pink.
“Did you call Damon?” I asked while grabbing a coat buttoning it and putting on heels.
Damon was kind of like our bodyguard. When we had an event to go to we didn’t have security like we did at the club so we needed at least one male there to make sure things went accordingly. Even though we weren’t at the club, there were still the same rules, the most important being; they could not touch us without permission, unless they were giving us tips. Plus he set up the poles and stuff before we made our entrance. Unlike some of the other strippers, Angie and I like to have fun with it so we actually put time into our performance instead of just doing a couple of tricks on the pole and going home.
Damon is about 6’4” with a very muscular build and has black hair and green eyes. He always has a five o’ clock shadow, and looks menacing, but he is actually the sweetest, funniest guy I have ever met.
“Yes, he just texted me while you were picking your jaw up in the living room and said he would be here soon.” Angie replies, I nod and she receives a text right after she finishes the sentence. “He’s here, let’s go.”
Showtime. I think to myself as we make our way to Damon’s car.
Caeden’s POV:
“Man I am so hyped for tonight!” My best friend and Beta, Nate says excitedly as guys start pouring into the party room of the pack house. Yes we have a party room, and it’s huge, made to fit like 200 people or some shit like that.
Nate is about 6’ with blonde hair blue eyes, nice build like all shifters. But man is he a shit talker. I mean if I hadn’t grown up with him, we probably wouldn’t be friends.
“Calm down man.” I laugh, “I’m starting to think you are throwing this party more for yourself than me.” I insinuate sarcastically as I high- fived all my friends that came to celebrate with me.
“Dude, we all know the ladies only agreed because they wanted to see me. You just wait, one-or all for that matter, of those strippers, will be in my room tonight!” Nate says excitedly.
“Yeah right. If anyone is getting laid tonight it’s gonna be me!” This comes from Jared, my third in command stepping up to Nate and having a playful stare off.
Jared is about 5’ 11” brown hair, brown eyes muscular and also a shit talker, man I need new friends.
“Both of y’all cut it out, and split the strippers evenly.” I reprimand mockingly annoyed, but on the inside I am a little jealous that they don’t have to worry about being tied down, forcefully. The only reason I’m marrying Sarah is because my father refuses to give me the pack and the alpha title without me showing him that I can make and keep up with a commitment and responsibility. I mean just because I sleep around, how does that prove I’m not responsible?
“Awe, are you jealous?” Nate mocks while looking at me smugly.
“I think our little alpha and husband-to-be is getting cold feet.” Replies Jared, did I mention I needed new friends?
“Shut up I am not jealous! And besides, aren’t these human strippers anyway? It’s not like they are gonna be all that hot.” I can admit that I am a little irritated now. I head off through the thick crowd towards the bar.
Of course the two douches followed.
“Well that may be true alpha dearest but we have the option to sleep with such beings.” Nate started.
“-Meanwhile you have the option of hitting the same chick. Every night. For the rest of your existence.” Jared continued.
I wonder if I killed them, how much trouble I would get in? Maybe I should wait until I’m alpha? Give out the order?
“Whatever.” I mutter to them before turning back to the bartender and giving him my drink order.
“I’m glad you took it upon yourselves to invite the pack whores to the party so this wasn’t a total sausage fest.” I say to my ‘friends’, I am now using that term loosely.
As I look passed them at some of the sluttiest sluts to ever change form, Christa and Emerald, they were both bleached blondes that thought it was attractive to be brainless.
“You know it! We had to make sure other people had a chance to get laid too, not just us.” Nate announces smugly as he winka at them. When they see this they both adjust their chests to stick out more and smiled back. Barf!
“Hey when are these strippers supposed to get here?” Jared asks impatiently.
“I don’t know the owner said for sure by 11, what time is it now?” Nate asks us.
I look at my watch, “11:08” I repliy before some dude comes in, guided by a couple more guys carrying boxes and other shit.
“Who the hell is that?” I ask before one of the pack members helping him, John, speaks to me through the mind link, [He’s the strippers’ bodyguard, here to set up their stuff on the stage.]
I nod towards him and turn to tell the guys they were here. Nate looks like a little kid in a candy shop and Jared has a longing expression on his face as if he just couldn’t wait to see the show.
We were all players, well I’m no longer included but, it’s not like we’ve never seen naked women before.
When they were done setting up three poles and what looked to be a fog machine the bodyguard walked off and the DJ started to play some music to get the guys going.
Suddenly my wolf was unsettling me. It was like he was going to break out of my skin at any moment and the feeling made me uneasy.
[What’s wrong?] I asked him getting into a threatening position. Nate and Jared saw this and looked at me quizzically before searching the crowd for a threat.
[Just keep a look out] He said sounding frustrated and excited at the same time.
[A look out for what?] I asked, relaxing my stance.
[Just do it.] Was all he said before shutting me out, but he was still on the surface I could feel it. “What’s wrong?” Nate asks me, Jared waits patiently for my answer.
“I don’t know my wolf is just a little on edge, it’s ok now.” I reply and they excitedly turn back to the show. I catch the faintest scent of the most luscious thing I’ve ever smelled in my 22 years before focusing on the stage. I feel my eyes burn electric blue as my wolf senses take over. The hair on the back of my neck bristles, my canines elongate and I have to restrain myself from running onto the stage to catch more of that delicious scent. I have to physically sit down in a stool at the bar holding onto the sides and breaking a piece off the wood.
And then I see her.
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