Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Tatum
After such a good night with Easton, I have a bounce in my step as I get ready for my shift at Candy’s. I’m excited about the money I could make tonight. Saturdays were always the busiest at Haze, with the most potential for the money making extras.
Thoughts of Haze, bring up thoughts of three brothers… I’m so annoyed with myself for thinking of them. I haven’t seen, or spoken to them in over a week, but here I am. Missing them. That nagging voice in my head saying that those Alphas are worth the risk…
I can’t help but feel like I betrayed them by coming to work here…
Ignoring my guilt, I decide to fake it until I make it. I need to rake in the money tonight, so I’m dressing sexier than normal. My blonde hair is down and curled, while my makeup is smokey and sultry. The black mini dress clinging to my curves is daring, barely covering my ass but showing off a large amount of cleavage. The push-up bra is doing God’s work, helping my tits to defy gravity to help my cause, along with thigh highs and my black heels. The heels I put in a duffle, because I’m not walking, let alone peddling my bike, to work in those.
Easton: Have a good night at work. I’ll see you once you’re off. Want me to pick you up?
Tatum: No lol. I’ll get myself home.
Easton: Don’t be silly, you’ll love my motorcycle.
Tatum: So you’re inviting yourself over now too?
Easton: Obviously… I read an article about how to be a good friend. Inviting yourself over, and showing up without notice, was in the top five.
I snort a laugh.
Tatum: You read an article?
Easton: Of course. I haven’t had a friend since I was a child. I want to be sure I’m doing it right.
Tatum: That is both sweet and sad. Fine. You can pick me up after I get off.
Easton: And then you can get off after I pick you up. ;)
I pull on a long t-shirt dress to hide the outfit and slip my feet into sneakers. My raggedy ones.
As soon as I step into the club, an uneasy feeling hits me. The hairs on the back of my neck tingle. I look around, not seeing anything out of place. I don’t like this feeling.
I frown, but I have to shake it off. I don't have the time to worry about what might be causing my uneasiness. One time, it was just a frog… Sometimes, I overreact.
I head to the back, where the lockers, vanities, and floor-length mirrors are. Stripping off the dress, changing my shoes, and dropping my bag in my locker, I check my reflection. I look hot, but I have sad eyes after my reflective mood. I force a smile, and it looks fake. So instead, I go with sassy. I still look sad, but hopefully working for those tips helps brighten my mood.
Lady is already at the bar and smiles warmly at me as I walk up. Despite her outward appearance of scary badass, she's a great girl. She makes me feel welcome and at home in a place where she could easily treat me as competition.
A shiver runs down my spine, and I feel like I’m being watched again. When I turn around, though, the feeling isn’t as strong, and I don’t see anyone paying me any kind of particular attention other than the standard horny leer. There are already a lot of people here, and the dancers are hard at work. The room is full, but I swear, I felt someone’s gaze focused on me.
I ignore it…again… and head to my first table of the night. Forcing the pep into my step.
Eight frat boys, wearing matching shirts that signal their frat status, all perk up as I approach, and I bite my lip. I would normally avoid a large group of Alphas like this at all costs. The ones whose leering gazes linger longer than they should. But this is what I get paid for. To let them stare. To encourage it, even. So being put off by their stares is silly. Ridiculous even.
I shake off the uneasy feeling I got the moment I walked inside and plaster on a smile for these men who are probably perfectly nice. And if they aren’t, that's what we have bouncers for.
“Hello boys, my name is Baby. Anything I can get you? Drinks, a dance?” I ask sweetly, as I wiggle into a free space between two of the Alphas and rest my weight on my elbows on the bar height tabletop.
I’m trying not to fidget under their assessing eyes. They linger, which in this environment is the whole point. The reason I bent over on their table to take their order. I look at my sparkly pink pen. It’s so cute…the perfect distraction for just a moment.
“Are you on the menu, sweetie?” the frat boy closest to me asks, as he reaches out to touch my exposed thigh. I give him a pouty look.
“I am. But you’ll have to pay for the privilege, sugar.” My tone matches his fake sincerity. He seems the type to expect a freebie.
“You know your broke ass can’t afford a dance from this beautiful woman. Order a drink and let her move on to someone with more than thirty bucks to spare,” the man on my other side says with a smirk, making the entire group of them chuckle.
“Damn, shots fired, Leroy! I was just flirting. Nothing wrong with that, right, sweetie?”
“That costs extra.” I wink, letting them know I’m just teasing. “But your friend gets a free sample,” I tell him with a grin, before plopping my butt into the defender's lap.
I look at him over my shoulder, and he blushes bright red. Cute. Obviously, the uneasy feelings I was getting aren’t coming from this table. I take their orders, sitting comfortably in the nice guys lap the whole time. As I stand to retrieve their drinks, he pauses me with a very soft hand on my wrist.
“Th-that was…hot,” he murmurs, handing me a crumpled bundle of cash. They already started their tab with the bar, so I know this is simply a tip for me. “I enjoy your scent, Omega,” he adds, and I blow him a kiss as I tuck the cash into the small pocket strapped to my thigh for change.
I return with their drinks, drop them off, and promise to check on them soon. My coworkers and I are assigned specific tables and any service tips from them are ours, but everyone working can approach all the tables, trying to sell a dance or private room, or other experiences.
My next customer is very obviously loaded. The man, an Alpha in his late fifties, is sitting alone in a well tailored outfit that screams ‘fuck you’ money. He seems to be focused on the stage, and when he hands me a hundred for a beer, I return with ninety-five in change. He waves me off, telling me to keep it. He just asks that I return frequently to check on him. My favorite kind of customer. He knows what he wants, and he’s easy to please.
“If you need some company, my name is Baby,” I tell him as I tuck the cash into my bra. Lady showed me that. Draw their attention to your chest. The man smirks, but doesn’t say anything else.
I spend the night rushing about, serving drinks, and making small talk with friendly customers.
Three Alphas in a group, one woman and two men, pay for a hands-on floor lap dance, and tip nicely.
I was hoping to serve one of the Velvet rooms tonight, so I could get extra tips, but that’s okay, I still did pretty well. My shift will be over in thirty minutes, so I text Easton to let him know when to get here.
I’ll make whatever I can in that time and then head home.
“Baby!” I spin around to face Candy. “We got a request for a room.” At her words, my eyes light up.
“Yes, yep, yes! Oh, fuck yes!” I practically yell, and Candy shakes her head chuckling.
“Go on then, get that money, Baby,” she says, laughing at my antics as she walks off.
I head to the Velvet room I’ve been assigned to, and when I first walk in, the room is filled with darkness, and I have to blink a few times before my eyes adjust.
Nervous energy fills me, and my hands shake slightly. I can do this.
There’s music playing already, so I suck in a shaky breath and ready myself for this.
A man sits on a couch alone and hidden in the darkness of the room. I can’t make out any features because of the hoodie he’s wearing, but he looks like he’s tall and well built. His scent is well hidden, so I can’t even tell if he’s an Alpha, Beta, or Omega.
“Robe off,” he growls as I approach slowly, some of his Alpha bark slipping into his words. That answers one question.
I was able to change my lingerie before coming in here. I wasn’t sure what this person would prefer, so I went with a matching white lace bra and thong. Then I added a sheer robe made of delicate white lace with long sleeves. It stops mid thigh, but shows off a good amount of skin because it’s so see through. The slits at the thighs that go up to my waist help as well.
That uneasy feeling returns. I… I don’t want to do this. A handsy lap dance out on the floor doesn’t show as much, and there’s no expectation that things will get…well, out of hand.
I swallow thickly. I don’t know if I can do this.
The mystery of what the man looks like under the hoodie reminds me of the dance I once gave Kodiak. I picture him, as I run my fingers over my bare stomach, between the slits of the robe.
“Turn.”
I’m closer now, less than a foot away from him. His scent is well masked, and I nibble my lip. He leans forward, and I suck in a sharp breath when his fingers trail lightly up the backs of my thighs.
“N-no touching…” I whisper, even though his touch is gentle and feels good in a way it shouldn’t. “No touching,” I say with more force the second time.
“I’ll touch you if I like. I’m getting what I paid for, Baby.” His growl is deep, making me shiver, but it's familiar. I frown, turning in his grip, trying to sway my hips.
The man grabs my hips roughly and pulls me down onto his lap. My back to his front. I can feel his bulge through the jeans against my ass and a familiar scent fills my lungs.
I gasp. Kodiak!
If he was hiding his scent, he must be burning inside if the blockers already wore off.
I throw my hair back over my shoulder, before sitting up. I grip his wrists, placing them on my thighs, and look at his hands. I remember seeing him wear a gold ring just like this, because I wanted to steal it…
It really is him!
Panic rushes through me at the thought that he found out where I work, but a dirty thrill fills me. He came, and he requested me for a private dance. His hands are on my thighs, and his dick is pressed along the crease of my ass.
I can’t do this with anyone else… But I need to pay Mom’s bills, and one dance in this room will be more than I made all night in tips.
“I’m Baby. What should I call you?” I ask softly as I lean back into his chest and move his hands up my thighs slowly until they’re on my hips once more and grind against him again.
“Fuck…” he says breathlessly, and I stand. His hands move from my hips to my ass, and I bend before him, giving him the perfect view of my now very wet pussy in my lace panties. He squeezes, and I spread my thighs slightly, running my fingers up his legs to his thighs before dropping my ass back down on his jean-covered cock.
I rotate my hips in his lap before laying back against his chest again and hooking my arm over his neck.
“Fuck, Kodiak,” I moan and flip in his lap, so I’m straddling him. I push his hood off and cup his face between my hands.
I grind my clit against his hard-on, and he moans, eyes half-closed and filled with lust.
“You’ve been a very naughty Omega, Tatum. You thought you could escape us? Run from me? I warned you about me. Then you came all over my bed, leaving your slick and your scent behind to taunt me?”
“Why did you come here?” I ask breathlessly, still grinding into him, the scent of my slick heavy in the air.
“You’ve been hiding from me, Pretty Gift, and I wanted to see you,” he says, and my breathing picks up.
“I left for a reason.”
Kodiak shakes his head, scoffing. “I don’t care what your reason is, Baby … Your scent, the way your sweet pussy gets so slick for me, tells me you want me. Why run from this?”
I’m shaking my head and struggling to escape his lap. He’s got a firm fucking grip on me, though. “Kodiak, stop.”
“No.”
I growl at the stubborn fuck, and fight harder to release myself. “Kodiak! I said no.”
“Omega, if you think whatever demons you’re fighting are enough to scare me off, you’d be fucking incorrect. Whatever is happening in here,” he taps my forehead, “is telling this thing,” he taps over my heart, “that you can’t be with me. I can’t force your heart to want me. I can’t make your body respond if you feel nothing for me…but your mind? That’s a whole other monster, and Baby? I’m a mother fucking monster slayer.”
I whimper, searching his blue eyes for a sign that he’s lying to me, but all I see is devotion. I gasp as he pushes a hand into my hair and leans in. Breaking down another wall around my ruined heart.
The kiss is fucking lightning. Electric and fucking intense. He kisses me like he owns my soul. God, it’s so good. So fucking good, and I almost fall for it. Fuck, I want to fall for it. But I’m not stupid. Or maybe I am, I don’t know anymore.
I bite his tongue, careful not to draw blood and shove myself off Kodiak, but he simply grins up at me, leaning back in the seat, arms stretched behind him.
“Run, Pretty Gift. Run, but know that I am always hunting you, ready to slay all your monsters. You’ll be mine, Tatum. Ours.”
I’m panting as I stare at the fucking psycho.
“Leave me alone, Kodiak. Let this go. Stay the fuck away.”
But as I walk away, I hear the crazy Alpha fuck chuckling.
“Not for a fucking second, Tatum.”