“Dance?” I ask simply. The Beta exhales and nods, that nervous look still on his face, before picking up his drink and downing a good portion of it.
I smile sweetly at him as I grip his hand in mine. It doesn’t take any convincing to get the guy to follow me. His willingness is actually quite flattering.
I smile at Ben who stands at the front of the private rooms, another bouncer who I haven’t met yet beside him.
“You only have an hour until your set, Cherry. Is that good with you, bro?”
I turn to the Beta who is already nodding, his cheeks just a little bit redder now.
I chuckle as I drag him through the curtain and to one of the available rooms.
Somedays, having the senses of an Omega can be helpful, like right now when the door closes behind us and I can instantly sense the shift in the Beta.
If I thought he was nervous earlier, it has nothing on the way his body shakes now.
Instead of allowing him to drown in his nerves, I grip the front of his shirt and gently push him onto the couch.
His eyes blow wide as he looks up at me. His mouth is slightly agape as the leather under him creaks with the adjustment of his seat.
His jeans are already tented just like I expected.
The poor guy is probably only seconds away from unloading in his briefs.
I guess I just have to give him the best over the clothes five seconds of his life.
As expected, a groan is ripped from his throat within seconds of me moving over his crotch.
I don’t stop there though like I know a lot of the other girls would have. In a way, I feel sorry for this guy. He is clearly inexperienced and it's my job to blow his mind for the next hour.
Figuratively, that is.
There is a look of wonder on the Beta’s face as I dance. It is the best confidence boost; one I didn’t know I needed.
I soak up the attention, not feeling a single ounce of shame in doing so.
After all, this is my body and I deserve to use it however I want. If that's dancing on stage naked for a heap of men, then so be it.
Eventually, the timer I set before the dance began goes off. With a final dip and swing of my hips, I straighten, reaching out for the Beta’s hand who takes it willingly.
There is a dazed look on his face that Ben chuckles at as we get back to the main room.
Feeling bad for the poor guy who made a mess of himself, I give him a quick kiss on the cheek and a seductive smile that only goes surface level.
Three growls from behind me has me rolling my eyes as the guy straightens with a look of horror on his face. I don’t even need to turn around to know who the owners will be.
I’m not surprised in the slightest that they are exerting this kind of dominance. It’s such typical Alpha postering bullshit.
“I would greatly appreciate it if you didn’t scare away my potential customers,” I mutter with a hint of snark in my tone as I turn to face the three people I know are standing behind me. I didn’t even have to get a whiff of their scent; it was just like I could sense their presence.
“Do you kiss all of your clients,dolce ciliegra?”Victor says, stepping up into me. I have to reinforce my walls so I don’t shiver at the nickname he has dubbed me.
I should hate it. I should demand that he calls me by my name and not some pet name.
But I don’t.
Instead, I roll my eyes at him, pop my hip as I cross my arms over my chest. It doesn't give the desired effect I was after though as all three Alphas look down at my tits that are now pushed together.
“What I do with my clients is none of your business, Victor. He paid for a service that I deliveredprofessionally.”
