Alpha

Glasses clink together and people wish their congratulations to the man whose arm I’m hanging on.

Something big has happened. What that is, I’m not entirely sure… and if I’m being honest, I don’t really care.

I play with the diamond bracelet dangling off my wrist… and think about how one little piece of jewelry could be worth more than my car.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the wall-to-wall mirrors behind the bar directly in front of us.

I look like I fit in here, and after attending a few of these parties, I’m getting used to the idea that I really do.

My makeup is painted on just right: a smokey eye and a bold red lip.

Thousands of dollars of jewelry are strewn across my porcelain skin and a tight, black cocktail dress with red stilettos hiding my perfectly manicured toes.

He likes this look and he should… he’s the one who paid for it.

I take a sip of my champagne and give him a seductive smile as he whispers something into the ear of an older businessman.

As far as clients go, he’s one of my best. We have been meeting for so long, it’s beginning to feel less like a business partnership and more like a successful trade off.

He buys me expensive gifts and dresses me up as his little plaything…

I let him fuck any hole he wants… anywhere he wants… however he wants.

It’s a win-win.

He’s extremely attractive and skilled at unleashing his dominance and power on me in just the right ways.

He’s younger than many of the other clients I’ve been partnered with through the agency, in his mid-30s, perhaps…

His black hair hangs down into his eyes in a way that manipulates them, making them appear almost black, instead of the deep brown they really are.

A ring with a family crest is the only jewelry he ever wears, which is a far stretch from some of the other powerful men I see here tonight.

Before I met him, I couldn’t tell a cheap suit from one that costs more than my rent. I’m still not sure I can.

Appearances seem to be important to him, though, which is, after all, why I’m here.

It doesn’t matter to me what line of work he’s in. I’m sure, by the hushed conversations I’ve heard, that it’s not strictly legal… but then again, some people might call what I do illegal, too.

In my line of work, I thrive on the desire, the chase, and the high… and so does he.

We’re not so different, he and I.

In fact, I find being around such dangerous, powerful men to be incredibly intoxicating.

The energy in this room feels electric as big plans and mysterious agendas are discussed.

I feel his hand slide down the back of my dress as he cups my ass while laughing at some older man’s joke.

I smile, leaning into him, patiently waiting for it.

While we’re out here, mingling, I’m to play my part of the ditzy girlfriend who is dressed to impress and keeps her mouth shut, but I know what I’m really here for, and it’s not the jokes or the champagne. It’s not even to be a pretty little thing that hangs on his arm… that’s just the bonus.

I’m here to serve him in whatever way he pleases.

Soon enough, he excuses us from the conversation and we make our way across the room.

He shakes hands and greets various people, all while keeping his other hand locked firmly around my waist.

When we finally reach the bathroom door, he swings it open and I feel a rush of gratitude when I see there’s no one inside.

He closes the door behind us and I hear the click of the lock.

Before he can undo his belt, I’m on my knees. I can feel the cool tiles against my skin as my dress licks the restroom floor.

“Let me have it. Please?”

He may think I’m simply playing the part, but the truth is, I want nothing more than to be used by him, right here… right now.

His cock springs out of his pants, already hard, and my hands instinctively reach for it with my lips to follow.

I slide my tongue along the shaft, locking eyes with my alpha.

“Good girl.”

He grins, and his hands find the back of my head. My mouth opens and I take his entire length in.

I feel his tip push against the back of my throat…

After a few gentle thrusts, I feel his hand gripping my hair tighter and he pushes himself into my mouth harder and faster with each motion.

The power of his force sends waves of desire through me…

“You like that?”

I moan and nod as he fucks my mouth, gagging even more as he tickles the back of my throat.

I can feel the wetness gather in my panties as his loud moans fill the empty restroom, echoing off the walls. His noises make me crave more of him.

I attempt to relax to allow him to push deeper inside.

I stifle another gag, and he notices but doesn’t stop. My hands clench around his tight ass and I help him move faster and harder, in and out of my mouth.

He toys with me, pulling himself out of my mouth to give me a brief moment to breathe before shoving himself back in.

He lets out a soft laugh as I gag on his cock again. He gets off on taking me by surprise.

He pulls out of my mouth again and for a moment I brace myself to have him thrust back in… but instead, his hands find my neck and he lifts me to my feet.

A shuddered breath escapes me and the tension in my jaw makes my face throb.

He turns me around, bends me over the counter, and pulls my dress up, sliding my panties down to the ground.

Within an instant, his entire length is thrust inside me.

He bends forward over me, clasping his hand over my mouth to stifle the noise. His fingers press hard against my cheeks as he fucks me. His thick cock slides in and out of my dripping wet pussy… faster… and harder.

He pulls out of me and takes a thick chunk of my hair in his hands, pulling my head backward so I’m staring at him through the mirror hanging in front of us.

Our eyes meet as he thrusts his cock back inside me once more.

“Oh my god.”

A surge of pleasure ricochets throughout my body as he picks up his pace.

“Oh god, yes…”

I’m trembling under his grip as his hard cock continues to slide in and out of me… over and over… gathering more of my juices with each movement.

His hands are squeezing my tits, pulling my hair and slapping my ass hard.

His hands grip my hair tighter as he pushes my face into the mirror in front of us, the cool glass presses hard against my cheek…

“Fuck yes. Do not take your eyes off me. Is that understood?”

“Yes, yes.”

My eyes stay fixed on him, tracing his entire existence with lust and desire.

His hair dangles in his face and his tongue hangs out of his mouth as he fucks me like a wild man… taking what he’s paid for.

“Cum for me… cum for me. Yes… fuck… fuck me, harder.”

I can feel my pussy tighten around his cock. It feels so good.

With a few more deep hard thrusts, our orgasms meld… in a satisfying release I know we’ve both been waiting for all night.

He pulls out of me and strips the used condom off, tossing it into the nearest bin next to us.

My juices run down my thighs as the euphoria courses through my body, leaving an aftershock of tingling pleasure in its wake.

My legs tremble.I stay leaning on the marble countertop, attempting to catch my breath as he zips back up.

He plants a kiss on my cheek and a gentle slap across my ass.

“Go get me a whiskey. Neat.”

I slide my panties back up, adjust my dress, and check my hair to ensure all is put back together perfectly before following him out of the room.

Before I can regain my senses, I find myself at the bar, rifling through my purse for money to pay the tab.

“A whiskey, neat, please.”

Once I have the drink, I manage to find him in the crowd again.

He is back to mingling with older men who smell as though they’ve taken a swim in bad cologne.

I hand him his whiskey and silently take my place next to him.

I graciously smile, giggle, and offer compliments to present company whenever the conversation requires me to.

His hand finds my ass, cupping it once again, giving a firm squeeze to let me know I’ve done well.

I bite my lip and attempt to calm my racing heart as I feel my panties dampen with the remnants of my own cum.

I fucking love my job.