Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(11)

Alex choked on his beer, and Rachel frowned. I knew Rachel didn’t know what I did for a living, but she must have had some kind of idea since the shock was evident on her face.

Amber was horrible at hiding her disapproval, but she seemed to be overlooking that fact and continued to smile at me.

“Oh, that sounds exciting.”

I was about to tell her about the pigs we also have on the farm, when the DJ started talking on the mic.

“What’s up, bar rats?” The DJ yelled unnecessarily into the mic.

Everyone in the bar erupted in acknowledgement, with applause, whistles, and screams. I was intrigued for three reasons. One was that the pretty bartender told me to stick around because I wouldn’t regret it, so I couldn’t wait to find out why. Second, I’d been looking over at the bar ever since I moved to the table. I haven’t seen Max come out from the back, and that is killing me, by the way. And third, this place is obviously waiting for something exciting and entertaining to happen. When I look around, it seems that the men in this place are gathering closer to the stage.

“It’s Friday night, and you know what time it is…Open mic night! We have a treat for you horny degenerates out there. Its ladies night, and we have five groups of women to shake their asses for you tonight. I have to tell you that they are HOT!”

Everyone cheered and hollered. I looked over at my table companions, and they looked intrigued, well except for the debutant sitting next to me. She frowned and looked like she wanted to be any place but here.

“Alright, you pervs. Calm down. Before we get this show on the road, I heard there’s a man about to give his soul to the devil. Mikey, where you at, man?” The DJ announced.

The guy next to me who talked about the sister stood up, and the other frat boys cheered him. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties, tall with black hair he kept short. He had pale blue eyes and looked oddly like the pretty bartender that made Max blush and leave.

“So, you’re getting married tomorrow, I hear. Well, it seems we have a treat for you and every lusting heterosexual male in this place. So without further ado, put your hands together for WDMD.”

Most of the men in the bar started whistling and yelping. I became thoroughly intrigued. The lights went down a little, and three women appeared on stage. They were each wearing a men’s white dress shirt, a loose form tie, black skin-tight underwear, and high heels. The DJ started playing a song that I never heard before. One of the women on the stage started singing and looking right at Mikey, who was beaming with excitement.

I instantly recognized the bartender who was standing on the right of the lead singer, and she looked pretty hot too. The other one on stage wasn’t too bad either. The lead singer was light-skinned and short, but had curves and shapely legs that made your mouth water. She wore her hair straight and long, cascading down her back. I saw Alex out of the corner of my eye, and he seemed to be concentrating really hard on the girl.

The other singer out there was a nicely shaped blonde who also wore her hair out but curled. She was taller than both of the women on stage and had a nice, shapely figure as well. As the three sang, I realized that I heard the song before but didn’t know when. All I know is that they kept singing “loosin’ up my buttons, baby,” and they would undo one button at a time during their performance.

They then made it down to the floor and danced in front of the frat boys, and they, as well as the rest of the crowd, ate it up. I have to admit too they were good. They moved their bodies and hips very seductively and in sync, showing just the right amount of skin to keep you guessing and wanting more. They could also sing and harmonize, which sounded great. To me, they sounded better than the group that sang the song in the first place. The three women exposed a portion of a great-looking black-laced bra and flat four-packed stomach muscles that probably made every male in here want them. They never removed the shirt, and it stayed buttoned with only one button left.

I signaled for the bartender by the bar by holding up my beer to bring us another round, and he nodded. I looked over at Alex who was smiling.

“I have another round coming,” I yelled.

“Are you really enjoying this?” Amber asked me.

“It’s cool,” I shrugged trying not to show my excitement.

She shook her head and laced her fingers through mine.

“Why don’t we get out of here and go to your place?”

I looked in her green eyes and smiled. On any other day, I probably would’ve said yes. Hell, ever since I’ve been home, Alex has made it his mission to try and get me laid every day. Not that I need any help in that department. I know for a fact I am a God among men in the looks department. He seems to think it’s his duty as my friend to look out for me, though. And who am I to deny him?