“Sinners and saints. I believe you got a saint’s outfit.” I walk over to my locker, and sure enough, there is a white garter, stockings, and a nearly see-through white bralette and boy shorts waiting for me.
What I do here really doesn’t bother me, and to be honest, it’s pretty much all PG-13 anyway. The Alphas can look but can’t touch, unless you approve of it. Anything done behind closed doors has to be consensual. There’s even scent marking allowed on the main floor and bodyguards observing for safety.
There are Omegas who have been here awhile and swear by private room fun. They gush about being scent marked and how good getting knotted feels. Could I do it? Maybe, with the right Alpha. Too bad the Alpha I want most of all is related to me. I should just rip the Band-Aid off, loose this fucking v-card, and gain some common sense and move on with my life.
After tonight, it couldn’t be more clear that what I want isn’t going to happen. So, for now, we’ll stick to the no touching, just letting the clients touch themselves while being drenched in my pheromones.
The thought of watching and scenting me being enough for these Alphas to bring themselves to release spurs me on. I even have a couple of regulars now who show up outside my cage to watch every time I work. It makes me feel dominant, and something that makes you feel beautiful and powerful can’t be wrong. Even if it may be frowned upon by some. But everything is legal, consensual, and most of all, liberating.
The work is also lucrative; the membership here is not cheap, and neither are the men and women who tip.
You would think Sundays would be the slowest day of the week, but you would be wrong. The club opens earlier, and Alphas eagerly line up, waiting to have one last enjoyable moment before the work week begins. Most of our patrons are wealthy and successful business people. Some are in packs, minus an Omega, while others are single. There are a variety of Omegas who work at the club, meaning everyone’s desires are easily met.
All the other Omegas are in the dressing room now, wearing either black leather or white lace tonight. The theme is tame compared to other nights. It’s nice that the club provides all of our performing attire.
“All right, darlings, tonight is a big night. The owner and some investors will be in attendance. It’s important that you perform well, not that you don’t usually. You’re all so perfect, and I’m so proud of you,” Gina says. And like the little wrecked praise-kink deviants we are, we all smile when she tells us we please her.
Gabbi is standing next to me. She’s dressed as a sinner tonight with a leather black bralette and a black thong. “I’ve heard the owner is hot. He never comes here, though. I wonder what’s up.”
“I’m sure it won’t be a big deal,” I tell her.
“Says the girl with the biggest crowds right now. Are you ever going to put out or just have them drooling and jerking off over you forever?”
“Why fix something that isn’t broken?” I reply, not wanting to disclose my fantasy of becoming my stepbrother’s Omega. I won’t be able to go to the private suites until I let this little crush go.
“Fair enough, but I promise, once you let one of them touch you, you’ll be hooked,” she says.
“Why don’t you find a pack, then, if you enjoy it so much?”
“Why wouldn’t I test out every flavor of ice cream before choosing my favorite?”
“Are a lot of the Alphas here hoping for that? That one day, one of us will crack and leave here to be with them?”
“It happens at least once a month. An Omega takes an Alpha up to a pleasure suite, and then they up and quit. Now they’re living the high life as a bonded Omega. I never see those Alphas ever again, so they must be faithful. Honestly, Luna, you need to learn how to use that Omega scent to get what you want.”
What is it that I want? I started working here because I want independence and out from under my mother’s oppressive thumb. Since working here, I’ve only found out more about myself, but what’s my end game? Having one of these Alphas come all over himself watching me and then finding out he is the love of my life?Doubtful.
“All right, girls and boy, take your places. Cage now, nest later.” Gina chuckles. She uses the same joke every shift, but no one laughs at this point.
My stage/cage is in the center of the building. The other Omegas call it the money maker, mostly because new performers get this spot. The Alphas love a fresh scent, and I’ve been told to enjoy it while it lasts.
The music booms throughout the building, the lights dim, but each cage is lit up from within. Almost like a fishbowl, but it’s still dim enough that I can make out the Alphas around me.
The bass of the music vibrates throughout my body as I swing my hips and move my arms to the beat. I hear the voices of the club goers entering the building. Many of them head to the bar before they take their seats for their chosen show. Some of them rotate between different Omegas, but most have very distinct scent preferences.
I’ve learned that you should dance as soon as you’re in the cage. The more you sweat and work your body, the more potent your perfume will be. My lavender and vanilla scent wafts off of me as more men and women take the seats next to my cage.
When I look over at Riley’s stage, he’s doing some crazy shit with his pole and flinging himself upside down, his abdomen flexing with each movement. Riley is attractive, there’s no denying it. But comparing him next to James, well, he doesn’t stand a chance.
James was so quiet at dinner tonight, and I wonder why. Ezra seemed mischievous, and Ian definitely seemed off, not as competitive as he usually is. Should I be thinking about what a clusterfuck dinner was tonight? No, I should be thinking about dancing.
Gabbi catches my eye. She’s out of her cage and grinding on this Alpha, his hands tightly gripping the chair sides. God, I wish I could be more like her. I swallow and think about it. Maybe I could start with a dance and go from there. If there’s an Alpha tonight that makes me feel comfortable enough to take that step with, I’ll do it.
It will probably come with a hefty tip, and that’s what I need. I need to forget about dinner and my stepbrother’s pack and focus on what I want for my future. A throat clears, and I shake my head and smile as I look at the Alphas in front of my cage.
I’m always very good at making eye contact as I dance. It definitely helps bring in more tips. One of my regulars, Isaac, is here. He’s handsome, but something about him leads me to believe he would not be the type of Alpha I want permanently in my life. I have no problem taking his money, though.
I grab the cage bars and slide down, opening my legs. My lace-clad pussy is about a foot away from his face. I can hear his deep inhale over the music. I already know he’s touching himself as I rise to my feet and continue dancing for my other onlookers. Isaac, I already know, is a good tipper. These other Alphas, I’m not so sure.
