Page 16 of Queen Of Clubs

Servicing clients was not something I ever thought I’d be into. A lot of the omegas who work here have regular clients, some even using them for their heats.

Not me. I’m on suppressants. The idea of having my heat terrifies me. I don’t care if it’s basic omega biology. It means you have to put all of your trust in another person when you're at your most vulnerable state; to trust them to care for you and keep you safe. I know I can’t stay on them forever because of the long-term side effects, but I plan on using them until my doctor suggests I get off them.

It’s something I couldn’t do when I presented, and something I still can’t do to this day. Because the fact is, I trust no one. Especially alphas. At least not with my body, and I sure as hell don’t trust anyone with my heart.

I’ll admit that my past has left me with some hefty trauma. I don’t rely on anyone but myself. I have no interest in finding alphas to settle down with, and I make it my life’s mission to avoid any mention of anything to do with or about them.

Leisha was the first person to find out why when she put on one of their songs before the club opened one night. I shut down, right in the middle of the room.

I was very careful not to listen to the radio, not wanting to risk one of their songs coming on. Instead, I download my favorite artists’ playlists to my phone and only listen to those.

And while I don’t really know many of their songs, I do recognize their voices, their sound. When you spend years listening to them after school, getting lost in their melody, there’s no mistaking their sound.

Poor Leisha thought I was having a stroke or something. I told her why their music bothered me, and since then, their songs have never been played again. It’s kind of an unspoken rule around here, and I appreciate it more than they will ever know.

Taking in the black luxury space of the club, I look to my right where the bar is. “Hey.” I nod to Glade, one of the bartenders. She’s wiping down the bar, getting it ready for tonight. Being a Friday, it’s going to be a busy night.

“Hey, girl.” She smiles, her long dark hair flowing over her shoulder. “You working tonight?”

“Yup.” I make my way across the room, taking one of the stools at the bar. She grabs a glass and starts to fix me a drink, seeming to read my mind that I’m in need of something to take the edge off.

“You on the floor or dancing?” She slides over a Rum and Coke.

I shrug and down the thing in two gulps, grimacing at the taste of the alcohol. I hate the shit, but I drink it anyway. “Not sure. Thanks.”

She laughs, shaking her head as she takes the glass from me and places it in the sink.

“Little birdie told me Calvin is in town tonight,” she sing-songs without looking at me.

Calvin is an alpha, and one of the club’s biggest clients. One that happens to have taken a liking to me.

He first started coming around the club six months ago. He took one look at me, and I guess he decided no other omega in the club would do. He wanted me.

However, outside a private lap dance—and only if the price was right—I don’t take any clients to the rooms upstairs.

Calvin is determined. He’s older, I’m not quite sure of his age, but if I had to guess, I’d say maybe late thirties. But I wasn’t blind, the man was fine as hell. Tall, dark, almost-black hair, and covered in tattoos. I have a type, and he fits it to a T, aside from the age gap. Older men aren't really my thing.

But he keeps putting on the charm, offering me an amount of money only a fool would turn down.

I told myself that if I accepted his offer, that money would set me up for life. The only thing is, I’ve been saying that about this job for years. I had enough saved up two years ago to move and buy a damn house if I wanted to.

The High Roller has become my life though. I like my job, like the girls. I feel safe. Why change a good thing if I don’t need to? The money will still be there if anything changes.

The real reason I said yes was because I was attracted to him. As much as I hated being an omega at times, the bottom line is, I am one. I have my moments of being needy, of wanting someone to take care of me, even if it’s just for a short time.

So, I broke my rule and took him on as a client. Something I’m not proud of was the fact that I had to drink a lot to stop my mind from going right to the guys.

In a way, I was a virgin—only using sexy toys to satisfy my needs—before I slept with Calvin for the first time. My foolish hope was that the guys would be my first, and maybe in the back of my mind, a part of me was still holding out for that.

I reminded myself that it was never going to happen and took Calvin up on his offer. I can’t say I regretted it. That man knows how to use his tongue and work that alpha cock. That night was amazing. The sex was mind-blowing. And the money was the cherry on top.

Calvin remains my only client to this day. I don’t know much about him, we never get into personal details—I don’t even know his last name. The only real thing I do know is his first name, that he’s loaded, and doesn’t live in Las Vegas.

He comes every few weeks for business and only stays for a night. Those nights, he spends a few hours gambling and ends it in a private room with me, leaving us both sweaty and very satisfied.

“Not going to lie, I could use a little something to take the tension off.” I grin as I slide off the stool to my feet. “I’ll see you tonight,” I tell her before making my way across the room.

“Get it, girl!” Glade calls out to me with a laugh, making me grin and shake my head. I head to the set of stairs at the front of the club that leads down to where the apartments are to get ready for my shift.

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