Chapter Ten #2
I nod as we eventually separate. Mrs. Perry smiles at me as I see her out the door, silently watching as she steps inside her apartment and locks the door behind her.
It gives me a bit of peace of mind that she is safe as I close my door and lock it behind me.
I don’t know what I would do if I was to lose her as well.
The distraction that Amity brings me is welcome. After a visit from Luna who can’t stop gushing at how good our night was, along with a Beta client that she saw who has become her new fascination and in turn obsessed with her, I feel at least partially ready for my night.
As I step into the club, I thank my lucky stars that I don’t see any of the three Alphas that seem to be popping up everywhere I am.
I know they are here though. Judging by the sweet and earthy scents that I am able to identify as theirs, I know that they won’t stay hidden for long.
That isn’t their thing.
Especially not Conall’s.
From the limited reaction that we have had with each other, I already want to tease him. To really play with the Alpha that seems hell bent on not listening to my warnings that I am not interested.
Even though I have swarn off the entire designation, that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun and fuck with them, can I?
My outfit tonight is a simple bikini set. The fabric is a gorgeous purple holographic color that helps to make the more basic outfit pop.
It also does wonders against my lightly tanned skin.
My hair hangs in curled cascades down my back and I make sure to fluff it before I walk out the door.
Tonight, I have a little bit of time on the floor before I have to be up and ready for my stage set.
Even though I have been mostly distracted with my three year old, it hasn’t stopped me from running tonight's routine over in my head.
Much like last week's revenge dance, this routine is one of my favorites. I have been savoring it for a night that I felt like I needed to give a little extra something.
Tonight feels like that night.
The club is already packed with suited businessmen and I know that this shift will be much like the last.
A hand gripping my wrist has me stopping with a jolt.
Panic grips me, making me want to turn around and slap the hand away to escape. But I don’t.
Instead, I plaster a fake smile on my face and turn around to the Beta who is smiling at me. Once he has my attention, he quickly drops my hand, his smile now shy.
“Hi, I um… I was… Ah. You are…um,” he stumbles over his words, a blush forming on his cheeks as he fights for his life to speak to me.
It's clear that this is this guy's first time in a strip club. Surprisingly, he is here alone, clearly not wanting his friends to make a big fuss out of it.
I have seen a lot of situations like that and I refuse for this guy to feel as uncomfortable as the others have seemed.
“Dance?” I ask simply. The Beta exhales and nods, that nervous look still on his face, before picking up his drink and downing a good portion of it.
I smile sweetly at him as I grip his hand in mine. It doesn’t take any convincing to get the guy to follow me. His willingness is actually quite flattering.
I smile at Ben who stands at the front of the private rooms, another bouncer who I haven’t met yet beside him.
“You only have an hour until your set, Cherry. Is that good with you, bro?”
I turn to the Beta who is already nodding, his cheeks just a little bit redder now.
I chuckle as I drag him through the curtain and to one of the available rooms.
Somedays, having the senses of an Omega can be helpful, like right now when the door closes behind us and I can instantly sense the shift in the Beta.
If I thought he was nervous earlier, it has nothing on the way his body shakes now.
Instead of allowing him to drown in his nerves, I grip the front of his shirt and gently push him onto the couch.
His eyes blow wide as he looks up at me. His mouth is slightly agape as the leather under him creaks with the adjustment of his seat.
His jeans are already tented just like I expected.
The poor guy is probably only seconds away from unloading in his briefs.
I guess I just have to give him the best over the clothes five seconds of his life.
As expected, a groan is ripped from his throat within seconds of me moving over his crotch.
I don’t stop there though like I know a lot of the other girls would have. In a way, I feel sorry for this guy. He is clearly inexperienced and it's my job to blow his mind for the next hour.
Figuratively, that is.
There is a look of wonder on the Beta’s face as I dance. It is the best confidence boost; one I didn’t know I needed.
I soak up the attention, not feeling a single ounce of shame in doing so.
After all, this is my body and I deserve to use it however I want. If that's dancing on stage naked for a heap of men, then so be it.
Eventually, the timer I set before the dance began goes off. With a final dip and swing of my hips, I straighten, reaching out for the Beta’s hand who takes it willingly.
There is a dazed look on his face that Ben chuckles at as we get back to the main room.
Feeling bad for the poor guy who made a mess of himself, I give him a quick kiss on the cheek and a seductive smile that only goes surface level.
Three growls from behind me has me rolling my eyes as the guy straightens with a look of horror on his face. I don’t even need to turn around to know who the owners will be.
I’m not surprised in the slightest that they are exerting this kind of dominance. It’s such typical Alpha postering bullshit.
“I would greatly appreciate it if you didn’t scare away my potential customers,” I mutter with a hint of snark in my tone as I turn to face the three people I know are standing behind me. I didn’t even have to get a whiff of their scent; it was just like I could sense their presence.
“Do you kiss all of your clients, dolce ciliegra?” Victor says, stepping up into me. I have to reinforce my walls so I don’t shiver at the nickname he has dubbed me.
I should hate it. I should demand that he calls me by my name and not some pet name.
But I don’t.
Instead, I roll my eyes at him, pop my hip as I cross my arms over my chest. It doesn't give the desired effect I was after though as all three Alphas look down at my tits that are now pushed together.
“What I do with my clients is none of your business, Victor. He paid for a service that I delivered professionally.”
I put as much emphasis on the word as I can as a little extra dig.
I know for a fact there is no way that these three men are carrying on with the other dancers the way they are with me.
It seems I have caught a catch I never wanted.
Victor just huffs but remains silent as he stands over me.
It's dominating in a way that I want to push back on. I want to show him that I’m not some little ‘Beta’ that he can just push around.
That just because he is naturally more dominant, doesn’t mean he needs to control everyone and everything.
“Well, this conversation was riveting but I have a stage set to get to.”
I glance down at my naked wrist, holding it up just for that extra edge of drama before I walk through the group of men, shouldering past them.
I don’t get far before a hand is capturing me in its hold. I pause but don’t turn.
I can’t when a body presses itself against my back.
A low rumble and a deep inhale and exhale has a shiver running over my entire body. My nipples rub uncomfortably against the material of my shirt and I know I will have to douse myself in scent-neutralizing spray after this.
“Such a stubborn brat, Little Devil. Just know that I see you. I see those secrets you are so desperate to hide from us,” Conall's low, sensual voice has me struggling to hold back a moan as his breath continues to drive me wild.
“You can run, but you can’t hide.”
I swallow roughly and against my better judgement do exactly what he knows I will.
I run.