Hi all! My name's Brooke and I'm coming back to writing after a few years' break so please, bear with me.
I love writing as much as I love reading but I stopped because of some hate I got on a few of my stories. I've written small things for myself but mostly kept it away from the public since then. And now my fiancé has pushed me to return here to share even if I get bad feedback. So, here I am.
A little back story on this tale, it's a large twist on Twilight. Instead of crumbling, Bella wallowed in her self pity for a while, graduated high school and left Forks behind. With her truck, some clothes snd fresh determination, Bella set out to do better for herself. The story starts in an unnamed wolf's POV.
It wasn't her fault. He'd chosen her to dance for him because he was in the mood for something new. He knew she probably wouldn't cut it, probably wouldn't even get his dick up. He'd only come to Pandora's club because his usual spot at Centerfold's Gentleman's Club was revoked after a fight with the bouncer.
So what if he wanted to get handsy, he was paying enough money to do whatever he wanted. Looking back, breaking Jeremy's nose was a bad idea. But Jeremy was stepping between him and what he'd paid for. The girl. The only one he'd found in years who did anything for him. He'd blown himself out in high school on mindless fucks with random women.
Being a wolf who could still imprint, he couldn't settle down. Not that he wanted to…
But maybe he should tune in to what was going on around him because he had paid for this dance, in this room, with this woman who was nothing like his usual.
The girl dancing took a deep breath before she jumped up and wrapped her legs around the pole, her breath speeding up and her arms clearly straining to hold her weight. She tried to look sexy, but the way her breasts pressed awkwardly through her arms was the only thing I could focus on. She dropped awkwardly back to the floor after a few seconds, where she tried to look sexy when her feet slipped and her heels scraped across the ground causing her legs to bow.
The music continued and so did she.
The false eyelashes she had on fluttered dangerously like they were going to fall off, her hair catching on the rhinestones on the shoulders of her top as he reached behind her head in a way that came off more awkward than sexy. Her top slipped down her body easily, with no curves to catch on.
Small breasts greeted him from her chest as she bent forward and pulled at the top that was now stuck to the bottom of her heels.
He snorted, threw a twenty dollar bill on the table for her efforts and walked out of the room he'd bought before his dance was halfway over.
He ignored her protests and pushed past the door, clearly trying to leave. The woman would still get her money, she just wasn't really doing it for him.
Never really liked blondes anyways.
He snorted again when the manager tried to stop and talk him into staying, promising to find someone better. Not likely.
He walked away from the room through the dark hallways toward the club's front door. He was going to get into his usual club and see his girls and get his money's worth if he had to beat or buy his damned way in.
He'd made it almost all the way out of the door when a tall brunette breezed past him. She had come from behind the bar, dressed in a lacy see-through crop top—red—and black booty shorts. An examination of her legs brought his attention to her thigh highs with little red bows and red-bottomed heels almost 8 inches tall. Short, actually, he realized.
The booming voice of the DJ announced over the intercom that Sin was making her way to the stage in two songs, while the blonde from before found her way to the stage first. Stacey—Blegh.
In his distraction, he hadn't seen where the woman from the bar had disappeared to. He hesitated only a moment before continuing his trek towards the door. Bartenders don't do dances, and he certainly needed the distraction today. He'd have to settle for some drinks and a woman he knew to be good lay with no strings.
He made a detour for the bar, remembering he still owed a tab, just as Stacey's first song ended. He sat at the bar waiting for the second bartender to catch up with him, since the woman hadn't returned just yet.
Watching Stacey wasn't so bad if you could get past the flighty, awkward bird thing she had going on. She danced to the usual songs. Tried to shake her nonexistent ass, failed to catch many eyes.
With wolf eyes, even from across the room, he could see her strain as she tried tricks on the pole which earned her a few tips from what he could only guess were her regulars. Older men.
Her song ended and she did a small bow chassé off stage and sat with the men who had tipped her.
He turned and ordered an extra drink as the DJ announced Sin coming on stage. The lights dropped even more than they were. Probably pitch dark to a human but to the wolf, he could still see clearly.
The bars of a metal song started. It took him a minute to place, but he recognized the song—Sick Like Me by In this Moment—and his head snapped up to see who was on stage. He recognized the outfit immediately. Brown hair that he noticed now had highlights of blond and red flowed down her back in curls. Beautiful.
She danced around the stage for a minute before effortlessly pulling herself up the pole and flipping to do a split upside down. She spun her way down until she walked out of that position and popped herself back up on the pole, weight braced on her shoulder with her legs opened in a V. Her legs popped up around the pole again and she wrapped thick thighs tightly, crossing her ankles and arching her back, letting go with her shoulder and whipping her hair sexily.
She dropped her hands to the floor, flipped out of her position and dropped to the floor gracefully.
The wolf growled as she crawled across the stage to the edge. He found himself there without ever thinking about going that way. She stopped in front of him, briefly looking over her shoulder as she twerked her ass in front of him, brushing his dick as she did so.
The typical strip club song started then, Throw Some Mo by Rae Sremmurd, and she twerked, danced and tricked in front of him for the rest of the song as he threw the money that was in his pocket on her.
She truly had caught his attention. Undivided, possessive attention. She danced close to him as the song started to come to an end. She was bent over in front of him, looking over her shoulder as she twerked, when she met his eyes. Beautiful, glowing brown eyes.
She turned over as he caught her attention, facing him. She straddled him and it hit him. The world changed. Fuck.
"Oh we're not in Kansas anymore," she muttered, turning away.
Huh? Who was this girl?
That's it folks. Tell me what you think and who you think the male is! Toodles, B!