I was Westin, the shallow party girl.
Westin, the quiet one.
Westin, the sick, unwanted burden.
I’d been pigeonholed into these boxes and didn’t know how to let myself out. Tonight I wanted to be Westin—the brave,reckless, vibrant omega who gave no fucks and took what she wanted.
“Not sure I can compete with your outfit,” I added, eyeing Kitty’s leather corset and mini skirt.
Kitty snorted. “Most of these alphas would prefer an omega half my age.”
I rolled my eyes. Kitty was in her mid-thirties tops, and fucking hot. But most alphas were scum.
“Your client from last week is here,” Kitty said. “Heads up—he’s in rare form tonight.”
“Great,” I said dryly. Nothing like an alpha in a bad mood.
“Be careful,” Kitty said, taking her shot and turning away.
“Always am,” I responded.
She shot me an incredulous look over her shoulder, the flashing lights highlighting her face as she rolled her eyes. A smile tugged at my lips. Kitty didn’t know me well, but she knew enough to see through my lies.
I downed my second tequila shot and toyed with the idea of dancing for a song or two. Before I could decide, a heavy body pressed against my side.
“I feel quite special that you’ve returned here just for me.”
I turned towards the grating voice. The alpha I’d met last weekend looked down at me with a smirk. His silver earring glinted as the strobe light flashed, and his scent tickled my nose—lemon cleaner. Not seductive by any means, but tolerable.
“Mmm, I was hoping you’d be here,” I said, trailing my hand down his arm. We’d never exchanged names, but that was part of the club’s draw. We could all pretend to be someone else here.
“Are you here for a repeat of last time? Or maybe…more?”
A tight knot formed in my stomach. “No more than last time, but I’ve beencravinga second round.”
His grin widened. “Let’s go, then.”
I took his hand and led him down the hall until we came to a room with a green tag, signaling it was empty.
“After you,” I said, flipping the tag to red and slipping in after him.
These private rooms were just as dingy as the rest of the club—with tile floors, a small sink in the corner, scuffed walls, and an old couch you couldn’t pay me enough to touch.
The alpha was on me instantly, his hands gripping my hips in a painfully tight hold. I kept a playful smile on my face as I ran my hand down his chest and then cupped the bulge in his pants.
“Get your tits out,” he demanded, impatience drenching his tone.
I clenched my jaw as I did what he asked, pulling down the low neckline until the dress rested under my bare breasts. I preferred to take the lead in these rooms, but I needed the money and wasn’t going to argue. My brittle nerves fluttered once, then I regrouped.Control, Westin.
“Did you have ahardday?” I asked as I squeezed his cock.
“What are you, a shrink? I’m not here to fuckingtalk,” he huffed, reaching up to grab my breasts hard. I locked my knees to keep myself from moving away. His hands made my skin crawl.
“On your knees, omega,” he demanded with a condescending smirk.
I usually didn’t mind these games. Sex work was clinical for me, just a way to make money, and I didn’t dislike it. But tonight, everything felt off. I lowered myself to the floor, hating myself a little for kneeling for this alpha. The tile was hard under my knees and my dress rode up my thighs, too short to offer even a semblance of protection against the cold floor. I wondered if I should invest in some knee pads if I was going to keep doing this. Did sexy knee pads exist?
The alpha unzipped his pants and took out his cock, practically thrusting it in my face. I controlled my disgust as the head hit my cheek, smearing a drop of pre-cum on my skin. So far at Cum Dumpster, I’d decided to stick with blow jobs. It didn’t pay as well asotheractivities, but it was all I could stomach right now.
