Chapter 11 Urban Lounge
Urban Lounge
Acadia
While I had one of the best phone calls in my life with Mads, and he texted me later, he still hasn’t actually asked me out. Am I missing something? Do I need to…plan a date and then tell him to take me on it? Do I give him my schedule? What does, “I want to take you out sometime” mean to betas?
I’ve worked myself up into a frenzy.
I was hoping he’d ask me out for tonight. Since it’s Thursday and they do $2 shots at this really fun dance club that I like to go to, Urban Lounge. And, there are always tons of betas! I love dancing. And I love a good deal.
But he hasn’t written me back in days.
Fuck it. I’m going to take myself to the club. My omega friend, who I used to do things like this with, just bonded her alphas. So she’s no longer available. But I can just go by myself.
No big deal.
Except for all the omega kidnappings lately. But I’ll be fine.
I spend a couple of hours getting myself into my pretty little lavender dress, blowing out my hair, and doing a full glam makeup. My nails are long and sparkling black from the last time I was in the salon.
I order a car and escape before my handler sees me.
When the car pulls up to Urban, I already know it will be out of control. People are all over the streets. There are food vendors and sports cars parked out on display. I stride up to the bouncer, cutting the line, and when he sees I’m an omega, he gives me a soft smile.
“How’s the crowd in there?”
“Hardly any of your kind, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Alphas?”
“Too many,” he replies with a smile. He moves out of the way so I can enter. I do have some privileges in this world, and being a young, single woman who is also an omega, getting into clubs is one of them.
“There’s a cover tonight for most folks,” he tells me as I pass him.
“A cover? For what?”
“Delta Delta Delta is the DJ tonight.”
My mouth drops open. Delta 3 is one of my favorite EDM groups. Oh, this is going to be good.
The club is out of control. It’s standing room only even though there are two levels out here in the main area.
There are three bars with half a dozen mixologists at each one.
Blue and green lights flash so everyone is shadowed and grayscale.
The music is amazing, but it sounds like Delta 3 is just playing club music right now—remixes and mashups.
Maybe they will do their own stuff later.
I’m dancing while waiting to get my shots. I’m going to take two right away.
And I do.
Followed up by a third.
God, I feel good. I’m whisked away with the energy of the crowd and I’ve completely forgotten myself.
I find myself hours later in the women’s restroom asking a team of beta girls, who look like beautiful goddesses, what a man means when he texts, “I’d like to take you out sometime,” and I get very concerning answers.
The bathroom is flooded with gorgeous women, all helping me work through this conundrum.
“You should just ask him what he means!”
“He means he’d like to ask you out, but he has a girlfriend!”
“Men are so stupid.”
“Men just want the princess treatment. Don’t respond.”
“Tell him you don’t have plans this weekend and see what he says.”
“Block him!”
The consensus says to block him. But I don’t want to do that. It’s at least nice to know none of us really know what Mads means. But at the same time, that blows.
Me and two of the girls, who are cousins, go up to the bar for gin and tonics. We are laughing and dancing and they introduce me to their boyfriends (much to my frustration as I really thought one of them was hitting on me), who are very polite. But kind of ugly.
The lights are moving along with the beat of the music.
My g&t tastes amazing. And I feel so damned good.
Delta 3 begins their actual set. Their EDM music makes you feel like falling in love with strangers or getting into bed with your best friend.
It makes you feel like everyone is here on this planet just to love and be loved.
I drink the rest of my drink and set it on the bar top, then turn to enter the main dance crowd.
And that’s when I see him.
The most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my whole life. An alpha. He’s far away and amongst a crowd on the dance floor, and yet I still know he's totally my type.
He’s so tall and broad. He has dark hair that's long in the front and falling in the most sexy way, and totally shirtless. He’s absolutely delicious, and I must have him tonight.
The omega in me will settle for nothing less.
He turns and I see he’s wearing a face mask. It’s leather and looks kinky as fuck. Oh my god, are all my dreams coming true?
He’s grinding on a blonde girl and it’s everything in me not to rip her hair out.
I’ve never felt more possessive in my life.
I’m not sure what to make of it. I get closer and closer to him, dancing to the music and becoming one with the crowd.
Eventually, I make my move, I turn into him so our fronts are pressed together, and I place my hand delicately on his chest. When I have his attention, I twist so my ass is pressed into him.
He does not need any more clues.
He’s got it.
He places his hands on my hips and feels me sway along with the beat. The music is frothy and fucking sexy as hell. His dark jeans provide great friction against my bare thighs. His hands are perfect—large, strong, and demanding.
And we dance for what feels like half the night.
Some bright lights take over the dance floor during a bass drop, and we both get a good look at each other.
He bends down and buries his face in my neck and hair.
“An omega,” he purrs.
I squeak at his gorgeous deep voice, muffled by the mask. What I wouldn’t give to hear him say my name while I was riding him for my life.
I grab his face and pull him to me. I say in his ear, “I’m just here for a good time. Don’t get all alpha on me. Can you be chill?”
“Oh, I can be whatever you want me to be, little momma.” And he squeezes both ass cheeks. And I let him. Because it’s helping. I’m horny as all hell, and I need this. I need this. I need a mindless mess-around. I’m pressing myself into him, and he’s matching all my energy.
For the last year I’d been dating two older people.
I was the picture of maturity. We talked about having a child, and always did the math on how old they would be when the kid grew up.
We went to all the fine dining places. We talked about retirement portfolios a lot.
And I just want to be young now, please.
I want to hit on girls in bathrooms. Get drunk. Wear a skanky dress.
I want to fuck this stranger.
And as soon as possible. We get moved along with the crowd as we grind and dance into each other.
We work each other up in a frenzy, and I don’t know what to do next, but something has got to happen next.
I lift a leg to his hip, and he holds it up and presses his hard cock right to my pussy. We have way too many clothes on.
Something no one would agree with me on if they saw my outfit.
Our eyes latch, and time slows down for a brief moment. He’s so fucking beautiful. I didn’t know people came this pretty. He leans in, the leather of his mask touching the shell of my ear.
“You’re panting, little momma. Do you need some relief?”
I nod, and he feels the motion.
He drops my leg and takes my hand, and then leads me off the dance floor. I’m a puppet entirely under his control.
I’m only faintly aware that he’s leading me down some corridors and up some stairs and around a corner and then finally through a door. Darkness greets us. I’m only focused on this tall, gorgeous alpha when we are finally in a small, dark space. Just him and me. His hands on my body.
Actually, his hands are on my thighs, pushing my dress up to my hips.
The faint thump of the club music can be felt through the wall he has me pushed up against.
His whole body is screaming at me to be fucked, and I would like to oblige. He finally finds the edge of my panties and in the smoothest move ever, he’s got them completely off of me, pocketing them, and then arranging my leg on his shoulder, as he kneels before me.
Just before he does anything else, he looks up at me in the dark and asks, “Is this ok?”
“Please yes, do whatever you want to me. Please, alpha.”
His body trembles at my words, and he presses his mask onto my bare pussy.