3. Grace
It took me a while to calm down after the conversation with my mother about being an omega. It did help to speak to Sienna, and she called an omega friend, Ella, to help me.
Ella spoke to me by phone, telling me all about the heat hotels she read up on while she was waiting to go into her heat. She found the best one was in Manhattan. We’re going to meet up at the weekend to discuss it further. I need to know as much as possible about the perils of being with a pack before I go there.
After warming up the chicken dish my mom made before she left for work, I shower and change into a little denim dress that shows off my long legs and makes my body look less curvy than it really is.
And as Henry seems to like white lace lingerie, I wear that underneath.
I don’t know why I do it. Wearing something one client likes, but ignoring all others.
I sign in to my account and while I wait for someone to join me; I turn on my e-reader because I always read a book while I wait for calls to come in. I used to watch television, but sometimes I’d fall asleep and miss calls, and much needed cash.
Then my eyes catch on the box on my bedside table. I pull out a dildo with an inflatable knot that Ella asked me to try out. Ella makes sex toys for omegas—all designations, really. We thought if I used it on my account, it would be a good way to entice more subscribers to sign up and also help Ella in her bid to become a worldwide recognized brand.
Also inside is another sex toy. The one Ella gave to Sienna for when she’s brave enough to try taking a knot again. A real alpha sized dildo.
Sienna promised she was never taking a knot again—definitely not an alpha sized one—she also promised me this dildo is brand new.
I smile at what Sienna said as she handed it to me. “Make sure you play with yourself enough to have a river of slick running out of your pussy. That’s the only way you’ll take it, and if you do, you’re definitely an omega.”
There’s an enormous lump in my throat as I pull out the purple ten-inch monster. Holding it in my hand as my middle finger and thumb wrap around the girth.
They don’t join. I laugh to myself. I suspect this dildo was Ella’s attempt at a joke.
There’s a large mass that is just above the base of the dildo, about a third of the way up, but it increases the width of the penis. I can only just circumvent it when I put both hands around it—index finger to index finger, thumb to thumb.
My body is heating, and my fingers play with the hem of my panties. After I’ve cleaned the dildo, I pull the fabric of my panties to the side and I press the tip inside me, feeling the wetness that is pooling. But as wet as I am, will the toy fit inside me?
A chime rings out in the background, stopping that temptation.
A client is calling.
I turn off my e-reader and push my mask over my face and fix it over my long red-haired wig.
After checking myself a final time in the mirror, using the remote in my hand, I press to turn on the camera, which is on my dresser. My eyes glance to my right to see which client is waiting.
My smile disappears quickly because it isn’t Henry.
I have to remember, I have more than one client. And one client alone isn’t going to help me buy my dream café.
I press answer and say with the brightest voice I can muster, “Hello Mac, how are you?”
“You look good tonight, babe...” He pauses for too long and I know he is staring at me a little longer than normal. “Are you sure you don’t want a sugar daddy? You know I can give you the life you want.”
It’s not the first time that he or another of my clients has offered more than what I can give in return.
I give him a brighter smile than normal. “You don’t know what life I want.”
“I can give you anything.” His voice has an edge that some clients have, one I try to work with to make them want more. Make them pay more. I don’t mean in a sugar daddy way, though.
I can’t see him, but his silence makes me think he is scanning his eyes over my body. He confirms it when his gravelly voice says, “God, you look hot tonight. What are you wearing underneath the dress?”
I smile. All talk of being looked after as his sugar baby quickly disappears as he watches my hands lower my dress and show him the underwear I wear.
I’m not paid by the minute. Mac is a level three subscriber. And that means I don’t go any further than giving him a flash of my body and a lot of dirty talk. It also means the quicker I get him off the call, the sooner he might leave a tip and let me get onto my next client.
For twenty dollars a month, a level one subscriber gets all my raunchy online pictures, some boob and ass pictures, videos come with level two, but nothing between the thighs though. I want to upsell a subscriber to level four for that. Level three subscribers get a flash of my body and online chatting, which can be me helping to make them come. Tier four is where I want more subscribers. I give much more, but in return it gets me much more, and costs one hundred dollars a month.
I stroke my hands down the curve of my waist and to my hips. “What would you do to me if I was your sugar baby, Mac?”
“Everything...” His voice stammers. But just like most men who subscribe, I never see his face. I assume they hide themselves, making sure I don’t record and blackmail them. “I want to drive my cock into you and make you scream.”
I moan along with him, making it seem like it’s a real possibility. Because I have no room to hate men like this. Men who pay for this service. Men who are paying me enough money to buy my dream.
I don’t care about my omega awakening. That I’m taking risks being on the website at this time.
But I do care about getting that café.
In a few weeks’ time, I’ll go through my heat and then have the implant which will tell my body I’m a beta again and then make a real effort to find the money I need.
My friends are all finding the men of their dreams, but I’m not bitter. I like being on the BetaFans app. I don’t need a man... or an alpha.
“Finger yourself, baby. Let me see your pussy as I hear how much you come,” he says, which for this level is out of bounds.
“You know the rules of level three, Mac. I can do it, but no camera on my pussy.”
That’s when I notice he is already stroking his cock, his groans getting deeper as the time moves on. These men always like to show me how turned on they are, and they like me to watch as they come.
“Oh yes, Mac.”
I turn the camera onto my tits as I squeeze my nipple at the same time I suck my index finger, sliding in and out of my mouth, licking around the sides, trying to mimic the sounds of my fingers being inside me. I pull my fingers out, making sure there is plenty of wetness, and moan.
“Oh fuck,” he groans.
“Oh Mac, I’m nearly there already. You sound like you are, too.”
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,”
“What the fuck are you doing!” a female voice screams.
“Shit!” he grunts as he tries to pull his boxer shorts over his hard dick. “Sorry.”
A second later, the camera goes black.
I shouldn’t chuckle but can’t help myself. He wanted a sugar baby, but he has someone already living with him. I feel duped.
Not really, but I feel pissed I didn’t get a tip.
There’s another chime from the app and I smile at the screen when I see Henry’s name.
I click to answer.
This time it’ll be real. There’s something about him that helps me to get myself off, and I can’t deny that I love getting him off, too.
His mouth is the dirtiest of all my subscribers, and he’s certainly my favorite and most generous customer.
“Hi Henryluvsbetas,” I say with a smile. I used to roll my eyes at his username, now I just love to see it.
“Hi beautiful,” he says, making me swoon, even though I know he probably says it to every girl he subscribes to. “Are you already wet for me? I’ve been waiting for you to take my call, so I’m assuming you had a client before me.”
“But you know you’re my favorite, Henry.”
“What did he ask you to do?” There’s a bitterness in his tone, and I choose to ignore the question.
“You know I can’t discuss other clients. You wouldn’t like me discussing you,” I reply. “Why are you on edge tonight?”
“It’s nothing.” He pauses for a moment, I hear as he sips on something. “I just needed to hear your voice.”
I smile.
“Can I ask if you really get off talking to me or is this for my benefit?” he asks, surprising me.
I laugh. If only he knew that I’ve recorded his voice and sometimes listen to him at night.
I’d stalk him day and night if I knew where he lived. That’s why I’m glad I don’t. “I need this as much as you do.” It’s true. I do. He is my only source of pleasure and I can’t stop it.
“There’s no man to satisfy you in real life?”
“Nope.” I clear my throat. The conversation isn’t normally about me, or him. Yes, we talk, but not about relationships. He is definitely going through something right now. I know that feeling. I could tell him about my awakening, just to get an alpha’s point of view. But I know I shouldn’t. “I expect I’ll meet the man of my dreams somewhere I least expect.”
“So I’m not the man of your dreams, Scarlett?”
“You’re the only man I dream of at the moment,” I say quickly.
“Mmm.”
I sigh. This is not going to plan. Why is my week so shitty? “Why don’t you finish off your drink and go to bed? Maybe tomorrow will be a better day for you.”
“Put the camera somewhere so I can see your face and your pussy, then take off your panties and finger yourself, Scarlett. One finger inside your little pussy and another in your mouth and imagine your lips are around my cock when you come.” This is more like the Henry I’ve gotten to know, and where I’d prefer the conversation to go.
I already have enough men on this app who want more than I can give them.
I slide my panties over my hips and kick them off at the ankles. My eyes are focused on the camera and his cock as I slide my finger over my clit, stroking gently to hear his hitched breaths. “Can you hear how wet I am for you?”
“I can see...” His voice stammers a little. “And I want to lick it all up for you.”
“Don’t tease me. You know how much I want that.”
He laughs, sounding much more comfortable than he was. “Put another finger inside and fuck yourself, hard. Like I want to do to you,” he says.
I swallow. Normally Henry keeps our discussions to me and him doing things separately, apart from my mouth around his cock, but now he’s imagining us doing things together.
But I do it and slip another finger inside me, releasing a deep moan as I do. Forgetting about him changing and getting on with what I’m here for—making money from men with dirty mouths and getting them off without touching them.
My head drops back as I circle my clit, as the tension in my stomach pulls tighter.
“Yes,” I whisper, small moans leaving my mouth.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he groans. “Open your legs wider.”
My arousal is already heightened when my eyes latch on the camera again. His large hand strokes over his enormous cock while his other hand squeezes his knot, and I feel a gush between my legs.
It’s then I realize I’m soaked. My hand is covered in...
My eyes widen when I hear him growl, “Is that slick?”