Chapter Six
Trace
“I’ve never worked the club floor before,” I said. Eddie stood next to me, but our supervisor, wasn’t asking him to do this job, only me.
“I know that, but we need everyone to pitch in. We had some waiters get sick tonight, and I need one more person to fill in. You’ve been doing great work with the villas, and I guarantee the tips in the club are worth it.
It’s just delivering drinks and flirting with some alphas if you’re so inclined. ”
I let out a long sigh. “Okay. Yeah. Okay. I need a uniform.”
Eddie smiled at me. I wasn’t sure if he was glad it was me or offering support. Probably support.
“Follow me.”
I usually wore a polo with the resort logo and my name embroidered on it along with the standard pants or shorts, depending on the season.
Everything was uniform down to our socks.
But when in the club, staff wore “appropriate” attire.
I’d seen some of the other omegas as they emerged from a shift there.
They wore all black. Leather pants. Sexy as hell, but nothing I’d ever done.
Swimming in the villa pools was the most I’d explored in terms of risqué.
Less than an hour later, I was in the lion’s den. Serving drinks was the same inside and outside the club but the air, the atmosphere was so different. Thick with passion and lust and need, it nearly choked me.
But it was dark. Sure, lights flickered along the walls and over the stations, and the bass was booming but the darkness and shadow gave me some camouflage.
If those mafia people were here, and they were the ones that wanted me, then there was not much of a chance they would be able to ID me in this inky atmosphere.
“Hey, Trace.”
I recognize the voice. My coworker, Devin. A jack of all trades. I jumped in response. Damn it. The whisper of mafia men here had me on edge. “Good evening. Want to show me the ropes?”
“It’s the same as always. Flirt. Smile. Take orders.
Deliver them. Just a different atmosphere.
See the big guys under the spotlights with the black suits on?
They are dungeon monitors. If you see anything that makes you think someone is being hurt against their will, speak to them, and they will check. ”
Not just being hurt, but being hurt against their will.
I wasn’t sure how I could tell the difference.
Around me, there were omegas strapped to leather-covered benches being spanked, one fastened to a cross, his stiff cock jutting out while an alpha in tight leather pants flicked it with a leather strap.
I scanned the area and saw dungeon monitors.
Hefty men who had their arms crossed in front of their chests.
They looked like statues in a museum, but my bear felt they were fellow predators.
That made me feel better.
“Do people, like, have sex in public here?”
Devin shrugged one shoulder as he handed me a tray and began to fill it up with drink orders. “A lot of things happen here. I don’t know if you’ve been in here before…as not a worker?”
I’d thought about it. Checking out the club in my off hours. But I had zero knowledge about these things. What was I supposed to do, walk up to an alpha and say, hey, I’m Trace, you wanna spank me?
Also, I would admit to no one how that thought sparked something inside me.
“No. On my days off, I mostly sleep.”
“Same. I swear, this place wears me out. Okay. Table two with those drinks and check on your other customers. You’ll be fine. I’ve seen you work at the villas. It’s all the same thing.”
“Got it. Thanks.”
The hours passed by in a blur of serving and clinking glasses.
I’d learned that unlike the resort guests, tips from those who came to the club or casino for the evening would be deposited in my account when they closed out their tabs.
Several alphas flirted and winked at me.
Nothing new. I was asked to play at one of the stations whose purpose I didn’t understand.
If I had a laptop or something, I might do some research so I wasn’t so green, but all my money went straight into my savings account.
I had some clothes other than my uniforms but not many.
There was no point. I ate here. I had free room and board, part of employment.
That growing bank account was my only safety net. Especially if I needed to get out of here at a moment’s notice.
“What’s your name, handsome?” An alpha ran his hand down the back of my thigh as I passed on my way to another table. He wasn’t even sitting in my section.
I paused. “Your waiter will be with you soon.”
“What if I don’t want him? What if I want you?”
The other alphas at the table grumbled to him that he should calm down. Leave me alone. He didn’t listen. “I’m working, sir.”
“Sir. Mmm, that sounds lovely on those pouty lips. What time to do you get off?”
“Long after the club is closed. Have a good night.” The lie flowed easily off my tongue, and I hated lying, but it helped save feelings and not aggravate the guests. Not that this guy seemed the sensitive type.
While I delivered drinks, I stole glances at some of the stations.
I wished I could take a tour and find out what I liked. It had been so long since I’d even been touched by an alpha. And even when I was, it was all about his pleasure. His needs.
Maybe one day I would find a giver. An alpha who didn’t always take and take and take.