Alpha widow status is the byproduct of a girl that has been brought to her breaking points, raising the bar to its highest points in many aspects, ranging from the physical (being the best fuck she's ever had, getting her to explore her deviant sexual side) to the emotional (being her rock in a relationship, keeping her in check and always having her submit to you). The downside to all this is that all too often, these girls are usually the most used-up, the washed up 7-10s who've had their share of Chads and finally decide to settle on good ol' Bob Beta with his 401(k) and his promise of a nice house with a white picket fence on the north side. However, there's always those few alpha widows, the ones that don't settle until they finally get their alpha back, no matter the cost to themselves, reducing themselves to plate status, just as long as they can have their favorite Chad's dick back inside them again. This is the story of one such alpha widow, with yours truly playing the part of Chad. I hope you enjoy the show.

The curtains open

Pitch black. Suddenly, the lights spark, shining upon a young man, no more than 21, back in his apartment after a short afternoon at the university. He lays in his bed, responding to his plate about how she's still sore from last night and how she couldn't wait to see him again. He smirks cockily as he replies back, telling her to swallow next time, leaving the conversation as he checks his Facebook. Lo and behold, the first post involved one of his old plates, Rachel, a very luscious 8 and some short, pasty-looking bro. "In a relationship" he mouthed the words, as he kept scrolling down. He thought nothing of it, as the lights slowly faded out.

Act II

Later that night, around 10, as he ate his dinner, his phone lit up. He wondered who it could've been. Perhaps a plate looking for a fuck after their boyfriend disappointed. To his surprise, it turned out to be none other than Rachel calling him. She had come to visit a friend in the town where he was attending university at, drinking at a friend's place, and decided to call him out of the blue to catch up. He knew the real reason why she called. After a short conversation, He joked a bit, saying if he was a police officer, he would bend her over the hood of his car and cuff her right there for underage drinking. Her reaction? Like clockwork.

"Oh yeah?" She said with a sleazy demeanor. "What else would you do to me?" She giggled as the words escaped her lips. "You already know, don't you, Rachel?" he said sternly. She giggled as she thought back to the times when she'd been tied up, blindfolded, handcuffed, and fucked to nirvana and back with him. "But you have a boyfriend, don't you?" He said. "Yeah, but he was just this one night stand guy that liked me, and I kinda liked him back. His dick wasn't as mindfuckingly good as yours though. You're like 3 whole inches bigger." He thought about it for a short moment, and then finally said the words that would make this alpha widow regress to her old state of being a submissive little slut to her alpha; "wanna come over and talk in person? I'll pick you up."

From there, he went to pick her up, bring her back to his place and fuck her brains out until 4 in the morning, with all the benefits that came with being his submissive little plate, even continuing The next morning as soon as they woke up. After sex, She told him she was going to be moving to a college nearby in a town 30 minutes away in the fall semester with a friend, hoping to "work out" with him more often. When she returned home that same afternoon, her relationship status was no more. A few days later, A stream of constant dirty pictures and texts from her was always on his phone. After a while, She started to catch on. She knew she was a plate, and she didn't care, because as long as her Alpha would be fucking her brains out every time he could, she was content. Our hero, Chad went on to spin a few more plates, and everyone went on to live happily ever after.

The End