I nod my head, and she smiles.
She is absolutely someone who should be working here. Confidence rolls off of her like a fucking wave. It almost makes all that upbeat self-talk fade away.
No, I won’t compare myself to her. The whole point of this place is that all the Omegas who work here are unique and offer something different.
“So you know that no one can touch you without your say so. That’s the biggest rule. Never feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to. The members here pay for admittance, nothing else is guaranteed. What you want to engage in is always up to you. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” I reply, and she nods, walking us down the long black hallway with warm lighting gleaming from the floor and ceiling. It feels sexy and ominous at the same time.
When we finally get to the main part of the club, my jaw drops. It’s not what I imagined—truly, I’m not sure what I pictured—but sensual, luxurious opulence wasn’t it.
The club is dark, yet there’s enough rich lighting in sconces, chandeliers, and on the floor so that it doesn’t feel seedy or criminal. It hasn’t opened yet, so there’s only a few staff members milling about.
“The members pay a shit ton of money to have the best the strip offers,” Leisha continues to explain.
I wonder if she means the Omegas or just everything about the club.
“Now, the club is open every day, but the hours are specific. Seven PM to two AM are the operating hours. You’ll, of course, have your days off, and if you’re having a bad day or anything like that, it’s your choice whether to work or not. I won’t lie, I love coming in and letting one of the guys pay me to just cuddle me when I feel like I’m being ripped apart,” she admits as we walk to the left, heading over to a large stage.
“You don’t live in the apartments?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “Hell no, I’ve made more than enough money to completely pay off my mortgage. I live happily and peacefully alone. Don’t get me wrong, I love Alphas, Betas, men, and women. But do I want them in my personal space all the time, fuck no. I come here, work, get what I need, and live my life problem free,” she says dreamily.
I’m speechless. I’ve never heard an Omega speak that way. But something about the way she talks about her independence appeals to me. She’s strong, she has to be in her late twenties if not her early thirties, and she loves her life.
Maybe that could be me.
“Do you dance?” she asks, pointing to the stage. I grimace and shake my head. She laughs and waves me off. “Trust me, there are plenty of girls here that thrive on the stage. That doesn’t have to be you. Though I’m sure some patrons would love to watch you try.”
She walks me up a set of black bottom-lit stairs. It overlooks the stage, and there’s a large bar with small tables and stools so people can view the dancers from above.
A pretty Omega with dark brown hair and a serious edge to her slides behind the bar.
“That’s Glade, she’s the bartender. We have certain girls who handle drink orders, but if you ever need one, just come up here and tell Glade what you need and whose tab to put it on.”
Glade is handling a big-ass thing of ice, pouring it into the chest before she notices us and smiles at me.
“It can be hard to remember everyone at first, but I’ve been here long enough that if you give me a description, I’ll probably know who it is.”
“Good to know,” I tell her with a nod.
“Club’s opening soon, let me show you the last bits before everyone comes rolling in,” Leisha says, and I follow her back down the stairs. Our heels click against the marble as she leads me to the other side of the club that functions as a casino. I immediately notice there are no slot machines, and it’s table games only. That’s probably best when it comes to my paycheck. Those flashing lights get me every damn time.
“Hanging around the casino is the best bet as you get settled in. You can just talk and hang out with members. There’s less pressure on this side of the club,” she informs me.
A few of the dealers, notably all pretty female Betas, start setting up their tables and checking their setups for the night.
“Some of the members just come here to gamble and don’t do much else. Others are solely here for the Omegas. You’ll quicklylearn who is who. Clientele is screened heavily, so you don’t have to worry about members being seedy or cheap at the High Roller.”
“That’s a relief,” I admit, looking around, feeling slightly out of my depths.
“Well, it’s about opening time. Remember, you’re here to watch today, there’s no pressure. If this isn’t for you, that’s okay, and we take this as slow as you need to.”
She takes me over to an expensive-looking leather sofa, and we both sit with our legs crossed, waiting.
I watch in amazement as pretty Omegas flood the floor, taking up stations in different areas.
“How much do you usually make a night?” I whisper over to her.
