I lie down on my stomach, swinging my feet behind me as I push my breasts together and smile at him.
He's a harmless regular, not the kind of Alpha who wants to settle down. Flirting with him and taking his money is easy.
He tucks a hundred dollar bill in my strap.
“How have you been?” he asks with a grin.
Ben is fine. Good looking enough. He smells like pine trees. But he’s just a client, and that’s the way I like to keep it when it comes to him.
“I got a cat,” I tell him with a wide smile.
He shoves another hundred in my strap. “For your pussy,” he says with a smirk and I shove his shoulder. “I’m going to say hi to Riley, save a dance for me.”
I salute him as he walks away and turn over on my back, raising my hips and doing more leg work. I call this my lazy girl dance until I feel like getting back on the pole. I arch my back and thrust my hips upward, the back of my skull is on the dance floor as I see a new patron's pretty face from my upside down position.
He smiles, and surprises me by standing and coming over to the stage. He glances at my face and then down my body.
I blink and glance back at his pretty baby blue eyes.
He has dark brown shaggy hair with a backwards cap. Definitely not the typical Tom Ford or Brioni suit that comes strolling through here. In fact, he’s wearing a tight black T-shirt, black and gray tattoos peeking from where they grip his biceps, and dark wash jeans.
But most of all, he’s a Beta.
Not that Betas don’t visit Lavender Moon, but usually they do as a pack. He seems wholly alone.
“Hi,” he says with a smile and I smile back.
“Hi.”
He rests his elbows on the stage, looking casual and confident as ever. I find it charming.
“Are those bruises from pole dancing?” he asks, his brows furrowed as he spots all the pole kisses on my arms and legs.
I hold my leg up so far back my heel is nearly touching his face.
“Occupational hazard, I fear.”
“Anyone special at home to kiss them better?” he asks.
My perfume leaks out of me when he asks. A few Alphas around my stage stiffen and come closer. But this man, he just presses his fist under his chin and looks at me like I’m fascinating.
“Just a cat,” I say shyly, some of Cherry’s confidence slipping away.
He tugs out his wallet and places what must be a thousand dollars on the stage and I swallow thickly.
“Is that enough for a lap dance?” he asks.
Oh, fuck. I’ve never felt this nervous before, it makes no sense. He’s not even an Alpha. I mean he’s incredibly hot and confident. Minus the stature and scent, you would think otherwise.
“In private?” he asks.
I nod and he holds out his hand; I take it. Marvin from security watches and I give him a tight wink that it’s fine.
The Beta man, whose name I don’t even know, grips me by the waist and helps me off the platform and onto the main floor. He holds on for slightly longer than needed to make sure I have my balance as he takes my hand and gestures for me to lead the way.
Marvin is collecting my money and will bring it backstage for me later as I lead this interesting stranger to one of the private rooms.
I pull the curtain back and he lets go of my hand and sits on one of the luxurious black couches. The music changes here to something more seductive. Nerves zip through my body.
