Alphas of Sin

by Anthology

  I had texted Eric to let him know I’d be here tonight, but I asked him not to come in because I didn’t want to be distracted. I was headlining tonight and I had to keep my head focused. If I saw him in the crowd, I’d lose my concentration and then my performance would suffer.

  I hadn’t heard back from him before I came into the building, so I checked my phone once more and then put it into a small locker they gave us to lock our personal belongings in. I didn’t care about my clothes, but I couldn’t afford to lose my wallet or my phone.

  Being behind the scenes at a strip joint was pretty much like it looked in the movies. A bunch of women, all confined to one space, with tons of individual mirrors, and everyone was basically side by side, bumping elbows. The smells were overwhelming. Some girls put too much perfume on, and some didn’t use enough. The clash of smells was starting to hurt my head. I rubbed my temples, and I peered from behind the curtain, scouting the crowd out to make sure Eric hadn’t shown up. There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to see a girl around my age standing behind me.

  “Here, it looks like you could use a few of these.”

  “What is it?”

  “Ibuprofen.”

  I took the pills and swallowed them dry. They tasted gross, but I didn’t care. I needed to focus and I couldn’t do that with my head pounding. “Thank you.”

  “No problem. I’m Caramel Kitten. What’s your name?”

  “Kiki Love.”

  “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Kiki. This is my first time performing on stage and I’m nervous,” she said. She was beautiful. Long dark hair, with long dark lashes, big full lips, and she had a nice set of tits, and I was a little envious of the ass I could see from the front of her. Her skin was a smooth caramel complexion and I could see her trembling.

  “It’ll be fine. This is my second time performing here, but once your music comes on, just focus on the beat. Don’t think about the crowd of people, or it’ll mess up the entire show.”

  “Okay, thanks!”

  “Now coming to the stage, our headliner for this evening, the one you’ve all been waiting for. Come on out, Kiki Love!” the announcer said. The beat to my favorite song, “Buttons” by The Pussycat Dolls, came on and I pushed up my girls in my rhinestone covered bra and did an entrance split on the way to the pole. The crowd’s chants were electric and there were a lot more people here than the last time I performed. Just listen to the beat of the song, Kiki. Don’t let anyone steal your focus.

  * * *

  After my turn was over, the stage was covered in a sea of green. I’d never seen that much money at one time in my life and it was all for me—well, most of it was. We had to give the club thirty percent of our tips.

  As I went to change my clothes, Francisco ran backstage and stopped me. “Hey, hey, pretty lady. Where do you think you’re going?”

  “I was just changing.”

  “Oh, no, no. You are in high demand, my sweet. You are being requested for a private dance. And this time, if you fuck in there, I won’t even care.”

  “Who’s requesting me?”

  “A high roller. And he asked for you specifically. He has a shit-ton of cash, and I couldn’t tarnish my club’s reputation by not giving him what he wants.”

  “What if I refuse?”

  “Then you’ll have to be punished. And we wouldn’t want that, would we?” he said, placing his sweaty hand on my shoulder.

  Afraid to get into what he meant by being punished I just told him to take me to the room. It was probably just Eric, being Eric, requesting me in the dark room so he wouldn’t distract me from my performance. I hadn’t seen him at all in the crowd, so I figured it was him.

  Francisco smiled and opened the door. It was dark inside, so I couldn’t see who was in there. “Have fun,” he said, patting me on the ass. I walked into the room and immediately hit the light switch and froze in my tracks. The man who hurt me and turned me into a crack-whore junkie was sitting right in front of me.

  “Hello, Keisha.”

  “What are you doing here, Al?”

  “Are you not happy to see me?”

  “What do you want from me?”

  “I want what’s mine.”

  “And what is that?”

  “You. My business has suffered immensely since you left and I need you and that sweet pussy to come home and work for me again.”

  “Fuck off, Al. I told you I was done with that life.” As I went to reach for the panic button in the room, he reached into his vest, pulling out a small weapon.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He revealed a small hunting knife. The light bounced off the shiny, sharp metal and I panicked. “Come over here and give me that dance I just paid four grand for. And it better be fucking worth it.”

  Looking at this man made my blood boil, but I was cornered. Francisco had been paid off, so if something happened to me, he wouldn’t even bat an eyelash as long as he had his cash in hand. Al had put on a ton of weight since I’d last seen him, but his skin was covered in scars, almost as if he were burned. His skin was dark, his eyes were dark, and the purple fedora he wore on his head made me sick. He always acted as if he was my pimp and right now I’d give anything to get away from him.

  “Come on, I don’t have all fucking night,” he growled, waving the sharp object in the air.

  I walked over to him, my stomach rolling, and turned around to shake my ass. He ran his hand across the small of my back and his touch felt ice cold. I had no reaction to it whatsoever. He grabbed my hips and sat me down on his lap. His erection was pushing against me and I wanted to throw up. He wrapped his hand around my throat and ran the back of the blade down the side of my neck and down to my cleavage, popping the band and releasing my breasts. The knife traveled further south and I felt myself shaking uncontrollably.

  “What’s the matter? You don’t think I’d cut up that precious cargo, do you?”

  I couldn’t respond. I was so numb inside. I didn’t care what he did to me anymore. If I were to die then, I wouldn’t have cared because then I’d be away from him forever. He pressed the back of the blade against my clit, and I screamed out.

  “Shut up. Don’t you dare cause a scene in here, bitch!”

  I tried to wiggle free, but he was too strong. The door suddenly flew open, my body flew, and everything went dark.

  CHAPTER 9

  Eric

  I’d gotten a text from Keisha telling me not to come to the club tonight. But of course I didn’t listen. I showed up, but I sat in the far back, with a hat on my head and a pair of shades so I’d blend in with the crowd.

  That girl was so flexible on that pole that I had to stop myself from running on there and pulling her off so she could wrap and bend her legs around me as I plowed into her.

  After her performance, I figured she was done for the night since she was on twice as long as any other girl who’d gone on before her. When a half hour went by and I hadn’t seen or heard from her, I got worried. I knew the owner of the club was a sleazebag, so I decided to head toward the private rooms. I walked by the first few rooms and they were all open and empty inside. When I got to the very back of the club, I heard someone scream and I knew it was her. I punched the lock off and barged through the door. A huge man was behind her, gripping her tightly, and once I saw the blade and the look of fear in her face I lost it. He shoved her to the floor, and I lunged at him, knocking the knife he had onto the floor. I saw red and that asshole was going to pay for touching her in a way she hadn’t wanted to be touched.

  * * *

  We were all escorted to a back room after I’d severely beaten who I was later told was Big Al. There were policemen questioning us and some kind of nurse tending to Keisha, who had finally come to.

  “What the fuck is your problem?” the owner yelled at me as I flexed my fingers. My knuckles were black and blue and covered in blood from repeatedly punching that pathetic piece of shit in the face.

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�What the fuck is your problem? Do you not care about the wellbeing of the girls who dance here as long as you have thousands of dollars in your pocket? This asshole was clutching a fucking blade in his hands, holding that girl so fucking tight I thought he was going to kill her. Couldn’t you see how petrified she was of that man before you left the room? Because if I’m not mistaken, when I asked you for a room one of your goons did stay outside the door for a moment to make sure I wasn’t some kind of crazy person.”

  He didn’t respond. He ran his hands through his gray beard and looked at Big Al, who wouldn’t even look in my direction anymore. His face was swollen and his right eye was shut. “How much will this cost to keep you all quiet?” Francisco asked.

  “Keep your money. All I want is for Keisha to get paid for her performance and you’ll never hear from us again.”

  “Okay. And you, Al?”

  “I want ten grand in cash. I’ll go right back to North Carolina and act like nothing ever happened.”

  “Done.”

  Un-fucking-believable.

  * * *

  The cops took a statement from all of us and agreed not to file any charges as long as we were all in agreement. It made me sick that even the feds were paid off by this asshole.

  Keisha was cleared of any damage. Miraculously she hadn’t had any bruises or bumps on her head from the fall to the ground and I was happy. Francisco paid her the money he owed her and even gave her extra for me, just to make sure I was quiet. I told her to keep it.

  “So what now?” she asked as I wrapped my arm around her and held her close to my body.

  “I’m never letting you go,” I said, pulling her forehead toward my lips, and placed a kiss on it.

  “I think I like that.” She smiled.

  CHAPTER 10

  Keisha

  Several months later

  Things with Eric had been better than ever. We agreed to keep our relationship on the down-low and act normal at school, but once the day was over, all bets were off. With all the money I’d acquired from the strip club I was able to buy my own car and pay it off. I bought a new-ish Nissan Murano in midnight blue and I loved it. Eric wanted me to move in with him, and as much as I wanted to, I didn’t. I decided to stick it out with Mel for a little while longer, then maybe in the future we could get a place together, if he wanted.

  I’d heard from my cousin Shaina that big Al was incarcerated for the attempted murder of my little cousin Mookie, and he would be serving a life sentence for the murder of his ex-girlfriend, Bethany. He was a sick man, and I was happy I got away from him and so thankful that Eric hadn’t listened to me that night, or I might have gotten killed too.

  My cousin Mookie healed nicely, and since it was summer break, I decided to take a trip down to North Carolina to see him. Eric decided to tag along, and I couldn’t say no. I needed him to be with me because he made me feel whole. He completed me. All my life I’d had an empty spot in my heart that was meant for him and I’d never let him go—ever.

  * * *

  Eric

  Keisha was a rare gem in my life that brought me joy daily. There wasn’t a moment that I hadn’t wanted to spend with her. As we agreed—well, I forced her hand and told her I was coming on this trip to North Carolina, because even though Al was locked up, his goonies were still out and I would be damned if they hurt this girl. I realize now why I was drawn to this young girl in the strip club, and it was because her heart was crying out for mine and I would bleed for her until it no longer beat.

  The End for Now!

  NIQUEL

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  HEINOUS ~ ALEXIS NOELLE

  CHAPTER 1

  Twisted

  Married.

  I can’t believe my little sister is fucking getting married. I take a swig of the beer in front of me, trying to swallow the information she just dropped on me.

  In one month, her rich fiancé and family are flying everyone out to some damn beach so she can marry the son of a bitch. I’ve never met the guy so I don’t have anything specific against him, but no one has ever been good enough for my sister.

  Then she throws in that she is hoping to book two tickets for me, like I’m gonna bring some damn date.

  Yeah, right.

  Could you imagine me showing up at some five-star resort with one of the club whores draped on my arm? I laugh to myself at what their faces might look like. As much as I don’t want to go, there is no way I won’t be there for her. I have protected Lizzie since she was born and I won’t stop now.

  My phone buzzes on the bar, and I look down at it to see a text from my brother.

  Jesse: You talk to Lizzie?

  Me: Yeah.

  Jesse: You coming?

  Me: Of course.

  Jesse: Just be careful, brother. Our sister has an itch to be matchmaker and she doesn’t seem to be dropping it this time.

  Fuck. Lizzie just does not want to hear that I have no interest in a damn relationship. I’m perfectly content filling my bed for a couple hours each night, then sleeping peacefully alone without all the bullshit having a woman brings. You get all the best parts of a relationship, and by the best parts I mean pussy, without having to deal with any of the clingy jealous pain in the ass shit that goes on after.

  I decide I need some air and head outside. When I walk out of the bar the cold air hits me and instantly kills the little buzz I had going.

  I catch sight of a woman standing about twenty feet from me and I swear she is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Her light brown hair hangs down her back in long curls, she is wearing jeans that are hugging her ass, and I can’t see her shirt but her shoulders are bare, showing off her tanned skin. She’s so completely focused on her phone that she doesn’t even notice the biker walking up to her.

  He’s tall and huge, with a long beard. As he looks at her, I can see the desire on his face. It pisses me off because I was just getting ready to go over there myself. This girl is a catch, not like the usual club girls that hang around this bar hoping for one of us to fall for them and make them an old lady.

  “Hey there suga’, you lookin’ real good.” His deep voice sounds and I can see her jump; she had obviously not noticed he was there.

  Her head tilts to the side. “I must look like a unicorn then, seeing as I'm not your cousin or a slut. I mean, you backwoods biker types are used to that family shit, right?"

  I freeze. This chick has balls.

  The biker’s mouth drops open in shock and the cigarette that had been resting in it falls to the floor.

  “Can you close the chimney hole now? Some of us don’t wanna die of cancer. Thanks.” She makes a shooing motion with her hands.

  Anger flashes across his face. Shit. I walk up behind her knowing I should just mind my own damn business, but choosing not to.

  “You got a big mouth, bitch. I’m about to shut it up.” He reaches for her, but she quickly pulls a blade out from her purse, pointing it at him.

  “Come near me dickhead and I’ll slice off the piece of shit you call your manhood.” Her voice is harsh but almost has a tone of laughter to it.
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  I stand behind her, making my presence known. I come here a lot and since Shooter made me VP of the club, I’ve gotten a lot more respect. I cross my arms over my chest. When his eyes meet mine, a moment passes where I think he might challenge me. I’m hoping he doesn’t. I avoid fighting as much as I can; it takes me to a place I don’t easily come back from.

  He mumbles a few curses under his breath before stomping away. She turns around, the smile on her face letting me know that she was pleased with herself. It falls when she sees that I had been standing behind her. She must be realizing that I had a hand in the asshat walking away when he did.

  “You always butt your way into shit that doesn’t involve you?” Her eyes narrow at me.

  Seriously? I just saved this girl from Bubba the biker and she’s giving me shit for it. “You know you could just say thank you.”

  “Yeah, and you could realize that not every woman is some helpless creature waiting for a man to come rescue her. I’ve never been a damsel in distress and you are certainly no Prince Charming.” She walks past me and I have no idea how to respond.

  “You always so gracious?” I yell as she is walking away.

  She stops about ten feet from me, turning on her heel and walking back to where I stand. “There are only a few things I’d be gracious for right now.” Her eyes trail up and down my body. “One would be a mind blowing orgasm, two would be a fresh start in this shitty ass life. So unless you’re offering one of those, stop wasting my damn time.”

  I have never come across a woman who was so outspoken and blunt. It’s fucking hot.

  My hand grips her neck roughly as I crash her mouth to mine. I grab her ass with my other hand, pulling her against me so she can feel the hard-on I’m already sporting for her. I grip her hair and jerk her head roughly to the side. I pull away but only enough to be able to whisper in her ear. “If what you want are mind blowing orgasms, you came to the right fucking place. I will have you so wound up before I sink into you that you’ll be begging me for my cock.” I move my hand that’s on her ass around to cup her pussy. She moans as I massage her through the rough material of her jeans.