Chapter 22
Ophelia
I never expected the guys to be so cool tonight; I thought they’d try to take charge, demand I quit making these runs.
But feeling Enzo’s possessiveness through the bond and knowing how hard he’s trying to restrain himself from taking control, and watching Theo, his usual cocky self, be surprisingly easy going—he didn’t crack a joke or say something shitty about the strip club, just followed along like he was happy to be included, taking everything in stride, never once looking up at one of the girls, even though there are beautiful, naked women on display everywhere you look—it makes me feel… special.
It would be easier if they tried to fight with me. Then I could just stay mad or detached.
But this easy acceptance? It’s too much.
I feel a little devious, because they have no clue what we’re doing here. Theo looks like sex-on-a-fucking-stick, and Enzo, completely out of place but hot as hell in his crisp suit, yellow pocket square and black frame glasses; paired with all these pheromones floating around, watching my two alphas try not to be affected by it, for me, makes me want to say thank you.
And what better way to say thank you, when you’re in a strip club, then in a private room in the back?
I don't know what possessed me to come up with this idea, but I slip into room six, knowing Roxy and her alphas are working tonight. I pause by the door and type into the screen mounted on the wall, which will send a note to the desk, telling Roxy there’s a request for a private dance in the back from both her and one of her alphas.
It's a little risqué. Ok, it’s a lot risqué. Nothing I'd have done before now. But for some reason, the guys have me feeling excited and happy and a lot turned on, and I want them to see this side of me. The curious side. The sexy side.
I'm not always an uptight omega.
Theo asks what's going on, dropping his chin onto my shoulder while he looks at what I'm typing into the screen by the door.
"Give me your credit card," I tell him. He smirks and pulls out his wallet, handing it over without question. I'll tell him later how much he's spending, but it's a lot. More than most people spend here. He can afford it.
The room is dark and clean. While not everything that happens in here is filthy, because of the debauchery, it's only used once per evening while a cleaning crew comes in the following morning when Queenie's is closed to air out and sanitize.
The floors are shiny black marble tile, the walls painted dark with built in twinkle lights that give the room an ethereal glow. The room isn’t very big, but has two tightly-bound red leather couches planted along the perimeter, a couple of tables and chairs for lap dances and table service, but, to me, the pièce de résistance is the stage.
Set on a platform with a one way glass window against a wall, the dancer on the other side can do whatever they’d like, protected by the glass so they don’t need a bouncer in the room. They also can’t see into this side, so the audience watching can do whatever they’d like while watching the show. Hence the high price tag and cleaning crew.
I let Roxy know that it was me on this side of the glass and that she could pick the music. It doesn’t matter to her who’s watching but I would feel more comfortable being honest. I’ve seen way more of my co-workers than most people do, but having Roxy and her mate dance for me, for my alphas, it’s different than sitting in the break room, topless, eating ramen.
She must have been close by because less than five minutes pass before the one-way glass window tint lifts. The lights around the stage change from purple to neon pink then back again, while a white spotlight at the center highlights a single chair sitting beside a stripper’s pole.
The empty chair beneath the spotlight reveals a high-heeled foot, the spike so high and sharp she could bring any man to her mercy. A delicate hand wraps around the pole before Roxy steps into view.
"Ophelia?" Theo asks, swallowing hard. His eyes dart from the window to me, back to the window. He doesn’t know if it’s okay to look.
"It's one way. She can't see us."
His brow furrows like that wasn't the answer he was looking for. Maybe I’m less shocked because I work here, where most omegas couldn’t handle their alphas looking at another woman. But I can feel what Enzo feels for me. And I want to trust that Theo feels the same, I can tell how hard he's been trying the last couple of days.
Theo gives me an earnest look, full of curiosity, heat and desperation. His voice is thick when he asks, "What's going on here, peanut?"
The endearment makes me laugh. His eyes widen in surprise, but he releases a soft chuckle, "You usually hate my nicknames."
"I still do. That was terrible."
"Peanut?"
"Yeah." I smile and shake my head, walking toward Enzo, whose eyes are only on me. Instead of his usual intense focus, though, he looks confused.
"Well, you're tiny. My little peanut."
I guess I'm slowly forgiving him because I don't give him shit for it. He's smiling too much.
So, instead of complaining, I take his hand, drag him over to the red leather couch, and push him to a seat. He complies, and I take Enzo's hand and bring him to the other side of me while the three of us sit and watch Roxy begin her dance.
Both men look from me, to Roxy, then back to me; even Enzo. He’s likely never seen anything like this. I don’t think he even watches porn. He’s turned on, though, they both are. Aside from a hand on each of my knees, they watch the show, but the tension in the room is thick. Roxy, a master at her craft, lifts herself effortlessly up the pole, extending her legs and swinging around. It’s really beautiful.
Only when one of her alphas enters the spotlight do the men beside me stiffen.
I explain, "You can request whatever you'd like. It's up to them if they do it. I asked her and her alpha to dance for us."
Theo's hand grips my thigh more tightly, but I try to ignore it. Not because it's unwanted—it is, desperately so—but because I'm enjoying the anticipation; that they get to watch this with me, that I get to experience it, and they aren't judging or being crass. That they look at me just as much, if not more, than they look at the naked woman behind the glass.
Roxy's hips sway before pulling her alpha, Jess, into view, shoving him into the chair. She gives him a lapdance, her body never quite touching his, teasing him in relentless passion, her ass bouncing while his fingers grip the chair. He's hard, so very hard, and I think about Theo and Enzo beside me. Their scents are changing, a warming sweetness from Theo and enticing brightness from Enzo, swirling around me, teasing my senses.
"Will they fuck?" Theo asks bluntly.
"If you ask, and if they feel like performing for you."
He swears under his breath.
Enzo surprises me, "Can you make a more specific request?"
I turn toward him, seeing the reflection of the spotlight in front of us in his glasses. He asks so casually, one might think he wasn’t even interested in the answer, but his grip on my thigh is bruising. "Yes, over there," I point to the small computer screen by the door.
Enzo nods, getting up. I cannot imagine what he’s requesting, but I don’t ask.
We watch as Roxy loses tiny scraps of clothing, piece by piece, the slow dance lasting nearly ten minutes. Since she knows it's us back here, I have a feeling she'll take all the time in the world, though she's under no obligation to go past one or two songs.
I'm proven right when one song bleeds into the next, then another, before she's fully naked, her alpha having artfully undressed her as she danced around him.
After a few minutes, Roxy peeks at the screen on her side of the glass, reading Enzo's request. Her eyes flash toward us, and she gives us a crooked smile. She turns to Jess and whispers in his ear.
"What the hell did you request, Enzo?" I ask, half-laughing, half-nervous. This whole thing was my idea, but now I'm dripping wet and turned on and not sure how to get my one awkward alpha and my other alpha, who I've been mad at for weeks, to touch me.
They’ve done nothing more than grip my thighs. I know I have their attention, but it’s like they’re punishing me for bringing them in here, for dragging out this sexual tension. My hips start shifting and wiggling in discomfort, and I’m desperate for relief.
Apparently they were waiting for me to be the one to break. Theo's hand, achingly slow, drags up my thigh. I yelp in surprise when he abruptly pulls me onto his lap but slows his pace again, methodically unbuttoning my pants. I expect him—or maybe I just really want him—to slip his fingers inside me, but instead, he leisurely opens and tugs them down my hips.
Enzo, suddenly kneeling before me, lifts my ass while they pull my pants off, then continue undressing me, together. Both hands on me, touching me, feels incredible and they’re not even doing anything yet.
"Is the door locked?" Theo growls in my ear.
"Yeah. Yes. You essentially rented the room for the night. Or til closing," I correct.
"I did, did I?"
I'm left in nothing but slick-wicks, but they're doing absolutely nothing to hide my perfume which is flooding the room. I'm so turned it's painful. The music changes, reminding me where we are, so I look up. And I'm shocked.
"Enzo?" I hedge. He's kneeling between my legs, kissing my thighs.
On the platform, Roxy moves silkily around her mate beneath the spotlight. Jess is naked, on his knees, forehead down, resting on the seat of the chair. His hard cock bobs between his thick thighs but he doesn’t touch himself, his hands gripping the legs of the chair. Roxy stands behind him, dragging her hands over his ass cheeks, squeezing. I can’t believe how much of their performance I missed, either that or things are progressing quickly.
She slips her fingers inside herself, shining with slick when she pulls them out, then dances her fingertips between his ass cheeks.
I look down at Enzo, who doesn't seem embarrassed.
"I was curious," he says.
"About ass play?" Theo laughs, delighted.
"Yeah," Enzo shrugs like it's no big deal.
Considering he lost his virginity to me only a few days ago, I find this pretty interesting. He's admitted to me he felt almost no sexual attraction, not to men or women, over the years before me, so I wonder how deep his sexual awakening will go.
He’s curious and exploring. I look down and really take him in. "Enzo, are you curious about… do you want me to touch you there? To do what she's doing?"
His lips come to my inner thigh, and while Theo's hands are gripping my hips, his hard cock firm against my ass, Enzo tugs my panties down my legs. When they're off completely, he brings his nose to my pussy and takes a deep inhale, distracting me.
"Yes," he finally says. "In a minute," he amends, parting my folds. His tongue comes between my lower lips and plunges inside me. I cry out, and when Theo assists, his fingers coming to my clit, I nearly detonate.
Enzo devours me, licking and sucking, while Theo whispers filthy things in my ear, pinching my nipple and rubbing my clit.
I can't keep my head straight, darting between Roxy on stage, who's now on her knees with her tongue in her mate's ass, and Enzo between my legs, Theo's fingers strumming my clit, I stand no chance. I come, loud and hard. My knees shake around Enzo's head, heels digging into his back, and when I come down, there's a sheen of my slick on his face, highlighting his smirk.
He comes to a stand and I scramble up on shaky legs, naked and dripping. When I look down at the couch, Theo’s unbuttoning himself.
I can't look away, and neither does Enzo. Theo's crystal blue eyes are on me when he pulls himself out, and he's huge. It's thick and veiny, and his entire fist doesn't close around it, but he doesn't stroke himself; he just squeezes and waits.
My mouth waters. When the song changes again, I remember Enzo’s request. I’ve never been very sexually adventurous but I am curious, I want to explore with him.
He’s standing tall, staring down at me and not at the scene beside us. Watching me intently through those thick black frames while I undo his belt, his eyes never waver from mine. He assists, and since he dresses so fine and folds everything it takes a while to get him fully naked. It's not a strip tease, and yet, watching him methodically unbutton his vest, then his cufflinks, his pants, it's so controlled and sexy, it might as well be. In my periphery, Theo’s undressing but with much less finesse, ripping his clothes off, hopping on one foot to tear his pants from his leg.
I encourage Enzo down to the ground on his knees, setting him up with the chair the same way Jess is on stage.
I look up, hoping for tips from Roxy on what to do next. She works her fingers in and out of Jess, his expression tight with pleasure. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t want Enzo to be disappointed.
Theo, fully naked, comes to kneel beside me. I'm grateful when he says, "Get your fingers wet, Ophelia."
We make eye contact, and he smiles encouragingly. I dip my fingers between my legs, and it's not hard to get them soaked, covered in my slick. He nods, and I preen.
Leaning closer so he can whisper into my ear, "Touch your mate. Kiss him. Show him how much he means to you, how much you want to take care of him."
Theo doesn't push; he licks my neck, kissing my ear, giving me support. Climbing behind me, his hands wrap around my chest, massaging, tugging my nipples into peaks.
Enzo shakes in need of relief, his white knuckle grip on the chair’s legs showing how close he is to losing it. His usual air of nonchalance and quiet control is fading with every breath.
Leaning forward, I caress my hand down his back, kissing as I go. Theo moves with me but all his attention is on my body, giving me the confidence I need to keep going. When my hands reach Enzo’s ass, I slide my fingers down, so lightly he swears and shivers, then part his cheeks. Darting my tongue out to tease the puckered ring, he tenses, shivering again with the gentle touch.
I flick my tongue a few more times before trailing kisses up his lower back, bringing my wet fingers to his asshole, pushing one in, slowly. I don't undervalue the level of trust Enzo has for me to try this. I'm nervous, and I don't know what I'm doing, but for Enzo, I try.
In and out, I tease with one finger when Theo whispers at my ear again, "Angle your finger toward his cock. That's how you milk him. The nerves are sensitive, there."
I do as he says, and Enzo grunts in satisfaction. Tentatively, I add a second finger, thrusting a little faster, holding them firm and long.
I try to reach around for his cock with my other hand, but Theo's tip begins to slide between my legs, and I don't think I can do all three things at once. I've long since abandoned the stage, but I have a feeling Roxy and Jess are no longer performing and are full-on fucking beside us.
"Enzo, fuck your fist," Theo instructs, and to my surprise, he does as he says, releasing a leg of the chair and grabbing his steel length between his legs. "Ophelia, gently caress his balls. Hold them up, massage them, squeeze a little, but don't be too firm," he tells me, and while I fuck Enzo's ass with my fingers, I tease and caress with my other.
I don't have to worry about holding myself up because Theo's arm has wrapped around my waist, and the moment Enzo begins masturbating, Theo thrusts inside of me.
We all three cry out, before the frenzy breaks through. Theo holds me up and thrusts forward, helping me find a rhythm with Enzo, the forward motion pushing me into his ass with the same pace, even as he pushes back against me. Enzo’s inner walls squeeze, tightening as he pulses and fucks his fist.
"Grab his knot," Theo practically barks. I release Enzo's sack and reach forward, taking hold of the base of his cock like a handle. My fist greets Enzo's as he whips up and down his cock, and he manages to rasp, "Harder."
I don't know if he means my fingers in his ass or the ones wrapped around his knot, but I do both. It's hard not to, I'm losing control of my faculties the harder Theo fucks me. From behind, his cock rams into me, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust, each slip in and out lighting up my nerves.
I can feel it coming. My vision gets hazy, we're a mess of need, but each push and pull from Theo feels too good to slow down to gain coherence. Theo fucks me like he's never going to again, desperately, reverently. He's holding me so tight, his massive length a stretch of time between us, writing a story of love and heat and fire.
The tighter the tension builds the harder I squeeze Enzo’s knot and I can feel him through our bond, wild and lost to the pleasure.
"Can I knot you?" Theo grunts behind my shoulder and I cry, "God yes, please Theo!"
"Unh! Fuck yes, fuck, fuck!" He roars, shoving his knot so deep and hard I accidentally squeeze Enzo's knot in a vice grip like I’ve lost complete control. Enzo shouts, and I watch as white ropes of come coat the floor between his legs.
Theo's locked inside me while I shake. When I release Enzo, I fall forward, and Theo's hand that was wrapped around my waist drops to my clit, and he rubs me so fast and hard I come in a gush, slick flooding my thighs, every nerve ending, every sensation a loose rocket. He doesn't relent, and I'm sobbing, soaking myself, the floor, even Enzo, who's collapsed on a heap in front of me.
Finally, I have to grip Theo's wrist to steady myself, who’s lost to his own oblivion and pleasure, grunting in delirium, his knot thick and hard inside me. I can feel his cock moving, locked as it is, until all his ministrations slow, just a random grunt and buck of his hips like he’s shaking out the last of it. As he comes down, he cradles me from behind, kissing my temple, hugging me close.
Theo's knot deflates, but his cock is so long and thick it stays inside of me. It takes several minutes for anyone to move.
There are basic cleaning supplies near a lovely-looking sink in the corner of the room that doesn't at all look like the shady cleanup situation you might expect in a room where people fuck.
"Be sure to tip Roxy," I tell Enzo, who cleans up around us and taps a few things on the screen by the door, essentially closing the tab.
Theo giggles, and it's so fucking cute. I turn and kiss him. It's bright, sweet, and fun, and I bet I could make out with him for hours.
We get dressed and wash up, shivering from the aftershocks. Both men squeeze each of my hands tightly as we make our way out into the night, back toward the waiting SUV.