Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

It was time. The alpha knew this, the beta knew this, the gamma knew this, and the warriors? They were as eager and as pumped as they had ever been. The alpha had devised a plan, a means to catch the rogue warriors off guard without breaking a sweat.

Alpha Lake, beta Kenji and gamma Bec were going to guard the girls throughout their stay in the outlands. They knew how dangerous the place could be, especially for foreign women. Yes, the girls were strong and trained, but the rogues were treacherous, spiteful and very dangerous with no regard for lives that were not theirs.

Kenji and Bec had asked Lake not to come, even tried to assure him that they would cater for the girls and be fine without him. But Lake would listen to nothing of the sort. There was no use sending people off to war if he did not have the faith and balls to join in it. He would never send his people to somewhere he would not be.

When their vehicle drove past the boundary between their pack and the outlands, Kenji squeezed the hand of the female that sat beside him. With her heart pounding against her chest, Ashley turned slowly to face Kenji. His bright eyes were suddenly filled with fear and worry. He bothered about her, and Ashley knew this. She managed a small smile and Kenji returned it.

“Be careful.” He mouthed inaudibly.

Ashley’s smile widened as she nodded her head.

“We’re here girls!” Lake turned his back from the front seat, to take a look at the girls at the back of his van. In his disguise of sun shades, fake thick brows, beards and moustache, he was almost unrecognizable, so were the rest of men.

“We are here! We would begin the dance from the city center and make our way into the club our spies have already rented for us. Remember, we must make sure to make a lot of noise, but not too much.” His eyes landed on Zita. She looked away immediately.

“The gamma, beta and I would keep our eyes on you throughout. You have no reason to be scared because we would never be far from you. Keep your syringes far from sight and only attack when you have a splendid shot. Your mics have to be on at all times. You would be able to communicate with all of us using that. No one person, I repeat, no one person is allowed to go outside the club we have rented. Whatever you need to do, do it in there. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir!” The girls chorused.

Lake heaved a sigh, his gaze swept around the room.

“Now what do you say? Let’s go conquer these motherfuckers!” “Banging the drum like I’m the DJ! I know you want it in the worst way! I want to hear you calling my name like hey mama!” The lyrics of the song continued to blast from the mighty speakers they had stationed around the dance floor.

The girls – Zita, Zelda, Ashley, Brandy and Hadley – all stood in a straight line. In thigh black high boots, bumshorts and crop tops that stopped just below their boobs, it was safe to say that the girls were two things; smoking hot.

Zita began the routine by dancing forward and landing on the ground with an impressive split. The girls behind her swung their hips to the sound of the music rhythmically. Their dance started to attract the eyes of every passer-by.

They moved their bodies sensually and erotically. Kenji and Lake stood at the side of the huge speakers, with eyes everywhere.

Soon, the girls were crowded with thirsty and seemingly starved men. The six of the turned their backs to the crowd, arched their backs and twerked, moving their buttocks in rhythm. The crowd lost it! Men screamed and tried to reach out to them.

“Alright, Bec. That’s your cue.” Lake spoke into his mic. Bec, who was disguised as the DJ and host of the event, stepped in front of the girls and threw his hands into the air.

“Is everyone having a good time?!”

“Yes!”

He laughed and looked around.

“I know you are! But guys, we are going to have to take the party into the house! Bar 304 is right around the corner. Go home, call your boys, your girls, anyone you feel deserves to have some fun tonight and watch the spice girls turn it up!” As he cheered, the crowd of over seventy men and women cheered out loud!

The girls continued to dance all the way to the club, while some of the citizens of the outlands followed them behind.

The club was filled quicker than they had expected. There was dancing, alcohol, music, weed, whatever was needed to keep the rogues high and happy. It was Lake’s idea to keep them as ensnared at they could. Whenever someone walked out, he or she returned with at least three more guests.

Lake and Kenji exchanged knowing smiles. It was only a matter of time before word got to the rogue warriors. It was only a matter of time before Jesse Wyatt himself, who they knew had a weakness for women, stepped into the room, right into their trap and with his own two legs.

“Think of the devil, and he makes a grand entrance.” Kenji spoke into his microphone, loud enough for Lake to hear over the noise. The alpha’a dark eyes turned to the entrance door of the club.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

There he was.

In a black jacket, trouser and matching black boots, Jesse Wyatt stood. He looked young for his age, and twice as tall as they had imagined he would be. Behind him were three able-bodied men. Lake was quick to recognize the one with blonde hair. The last time he had set his eyes on the man, was the night he had caught him groping Jojo without consent. He made sure to banish him immediately.

So, this was where he found himself? Lake’s jaw hardened as he grit his teeth in irritation. He tucked his hands into his pocket to hide his tight fists.

It was a good thing, then. He would only be murdering two birds with one stone.

Immediately he was noticed, the rest of the crowd continued to cheer for he and his men. Jesse Wyatt raised his right hand and waved the crowd like a loved and proud king.

“Okay boys! Get yourselves any of these gypsies you want! They look like they can keep a man happy.” He announced.

Lake, Kenji and Bec exchanged knowing looks. The three of them moved closer to the dancing girls.

“Alright girls, keep your heads held high. They are not any different from any of the customers at the casino. They’re only murderers who we have come here to end.” Lake spoke into his mic. He watched as the girls relaxed and increased their energy, drawing the attention of the rogues to themselves.

Lake watched the blonde perv move to Zita Lowe. He knew the girl would be more than capable of handling him.

He watched the men grab the girls one after the other. Even if he was going to be close to them, he knew that he had nothing to worry about. He trusted his warriors with his life.

Everything was going smoothly and according to plan, until Jesse Wyatt stood in front of Ashley.

Lake found himself turning his eyes to Kenji. Kenji’s eyes were now bloodshot red. He began to drag his feet towards where Ashley stood. Lake’s eyes widened and he spoke into his mic immediately.

“Kenji, don’t.” He spat out.

Kenji’s eyes found him across the room. The man looked around and noticed the presence of some hidden guards, guards they had not stationed. The rogues also had their own backups. They could not afford to make any silly moves or it will ruin everything.

When the man stood in front of Ashley, she swallowed hard and turned around. Her eyes landed on Kenji’s and she flashed him a short smile.

“Ashley, turn him down.” Kenji spoke with a hard tone.

But Ashley knew she could not do that. If she turned him down, there was no telling what a man like him would do. Even if he did nothing, he might leave out of anger, and that would blow their chances of ever getting him. He was the reason they were here, she could not let the oppurtunity slide.

But, she had to find a way to reassure Kenji. She could not look at him now that the man was standing in front of her, but she hoped that Kenji would understand her next message.

“You would come with me. I find you worthy to please me.” The man in front of her bellowed, like nothing but a mad cow. Ashley looked up at him and flashed him her most flirtatious smile.

“And you look like you need a woman like me. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I’m careful and I won’t hurt you. I have everything I need.” Ashley’s fingers wandered to her pocket. Kenji’s eyes followed it and saw her point to her injection. He understood immediately.

“Fine. But I’ll come with you.” He replied.

Ashley swallowed hard.

“You had better be as good as you say you are.” The man in front of her, whom she recognized as Jesse Wyatt, growled.

Ashley forced a chuckle, she slowly threw her head back, so that her eyes met with Kenji’s, before she returned her gaze back to the man’s face.

“Trust me.”