The Stripper Alpha

exposed before countless witnesses was a weight I couldn't lift. I tilted the glass in my hand, swallowing the last bitter drop without remorse. Tonight, there were no rules, no obligat

. My pulse quickened as we entered a secluded room bathed in soft blue light. The atmosphere was warm, almost hypnotic, and I felt a chill swell down my spine. This was new to me but I'm taking it all the way. "Take a seat and put this on," she said, handing me a silk mask. "Close your eyes and enjoy the experience." I hesitated for only a moment before settling onto the plush lounge chair. The mask slid over my face, plunging me into comforting darkness. For a while, there was only silence. My breaths slowed, counting each inhale and exhale, until I heard the door open. He had a presence. That was my first thought as a shiver ran through me. I couldn't see him, but the air seemed to shift, thickening with something electric. "Are you ready for your session, ma'am?" His voice was deep, rich, and smooth like dark honey. It resonated in my chest, stirring something I hadn't felt in a long time. It was a feeling that was foreign to me so I embraced it. I nodded, though I wasn't sure he could see it. Soft music filled the room, the melody a gentle pulse that matched the rhythm of my heartbeat. His hands found my back, warm and deliberate as they grazed over me. The lightest touch sent waves of sensation rippling through my skin. I clenched the edge of the chair, trying to stay grounded. But his hands moved with such skill, his presence so magnetic, that I felt myself slipping. Who is this man? His touch grew bolder, his movements fluid as he leaned in, his chest brushing against my back. I could feel the heat of his body, the strength in his frame as he guided me into the music's rhythm. Every brush of h