Oh man, this guy has it fucking bad.
“I don’t know, Alessandro, it’s been nearly two weeks. I might just have to make you work for it.”
“Perhaps some spending money at the craps table for you tonight?” he questions. He hardly even glances in my direction, Leisha being his only focus.
“It’s a good start,” she agrees sweetly. She glances back at me and then to Alessandro. “This is Elena. She’s new and will be observing.”
His eyes light up. “Everything?” he asks eagerly.
“You just made me double my nightly price with that comment,cucciolotto,” she snarks back.
Holy fucking shit. Does she top him? God, I hope she does. Most of my nerves ease just by my pure fascination with their dynamic.
“Elena, come,” Leisha beckons me, and I suddenly feel like I’m the puppy she was talking about as I follow them to the craps table.
Alessandro has his hands on Leisha, nothing inappropriate, just in ways you would expect from a partner, and I wonder how much money he has spent on her since he started coming here. Is this relationship good for him, too? Do they have any feelings for each other after all this time?
It makes my head hurt. Instead I just stop thinking about it and try to pay attention to the game and my surroundings.
Women sit on men’s laps while they play poker, others are serving drinks and flirting. I wish I could see the stage to see who is dancing, but the club is lively and intimate. I had fears that this would feel transactional or forced, but almost everyone here seems to be genuinely having a good time.
Leisha leans down and whispers. “Remember, no one does anything they don’t want to. It’s a give and a take. We’re the ones in control here, contrary to what anyone else may believe.”
Her words follow me the rest of the evening as I observe the night’s festivities.
I think I can do this.
4
ELENA
MO STÓR - MY TREASURE
Tonight’s the night.
I’ve spent three days observing and learning all the nuances of working at High Roller. My sleep schedule has been completely fucked, and I haven’t had a chance to really socialize with any of the other Omegas. Leisha had a different man each night vying for her attention, and every night, I wound up going to my room early because she took them to a private room.
I walk into the bathroom, and I’m shocked to finally see the Omega I’m sharing it with. She’s sitting at the double vanity, putting on her makeup.
“Oh, I can come back,” I say lamely.
“It’s a shared bathroom for a reason. Take a seat,” she commands, and I sit down, unfolding my makeup bag to get started. “You’re Elena, the new girl, right?” she asks.
“Yes, you’re Jade?”
“The one and only,” she replies, putting on her eyeliner with razor-sharp precision.
“How long have you been here?” I ask conversationally.
“A while, not nearly as long as Leisha.”
“She seems to really have this all figured out,” I comment.
Jade laughs and shakes her head. “It doesn’t take much to get what you need here. Don’t feel like you have to live up to Leisha. We all offer something different.”
“It’s my first night solo,” I confess in a whisper.
“Just sit with some guy, ply him with drinks, and he’ll hand you money.”
