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Someone flips the music over to the playlist we use for the first hour. Everyone hustles and we manage to get Rut put back into order in time for Dan to pull the door open and let in the first wave of members. It’s a group of three female omegas in clubbing attire.

“Hello.” I motion for them to sit at a table that’s still damp from being wiped down. “Welcome to Rut, where your pleasure is our business.”

ChapterForty

VERONICA

I’m in the crowd,for the first time in a long time, to evaluate Nate’s new choreography from a customer’s perspective. At least that’s the excuse I tell myself. Omegas and a handful of betas scream and jostle as they all surge to get closer to the stage.

Margot is in full dominatrix gear as she leads Jamie around as her slave. Her black dress is latex, the tight material showing off her lean, muscled curves. Tall black heels make her ass look amazing, and the tiny silver spikes all over them give her a fuck-off attitude. She leans over Jamie who’s bound and kneeling at her feet. As she moves, her long, thick braid swings like a rope.

It was Brendan’s idea to incorporate his experience as a fetish top into the show. With the reaction of the crowd, I’d say the omegas agree. They love it. From the way they scream and the cash piles along the border of the stage, they’re eating it up with a silver spoon.

Maybe my particular tastes aren’t so unusual after all. Perhaps a lot more omegas want to see a big, strong alpha brought to his knees. What would everyone think if they knew his cock was locked up inside his black spiked thong? Caged? That I owned it?

I can’t help but grin as Margo takes Brendan’s rope training and runs with it like she was born with a whip in one hand and a leash in the other. She’s a natural.

Margo pulls on the leash hooked to the black collar around his neck and tugs him up, using the length of it to wrap around him as she comes around to his back. Long artificial nails shaped into sharp points drag up his oiled abdomen and chest. The crimson is striking against his beach tan.

She wraps her hand around his shoulder and shoves him down. Jamie flows with the move, presses his face to the floor as he kneels before her with his ass up in the air. When she balances her heel on his back, the crowd cheers again. More crumpled money rings the stage. This show is going to break the club’s tipping record.

Hands settle on my hips in a firm grip, and I whirl around to put my elbow in someone’s face and shout for someone to get Tiny until I see it’s Anthony. My pounding heart slows as I let out a shaky breath.

This close to my heat, I know it’s risky to join the crowd. But I couldn’t resist seeing Jamie’s new set up close.

Anthony tugs my hips back against him, and I go back to watching the show. We sway together with the packed crowd, and I don’t think much of it until I feel him getting hard. His cock rubs against my ass and his face presses against the side of mine as we move together like we’re dancing.

On the stage, Margo nudges Jamie onto his back and stands over him, using his leash to make him curl toward her before using her shoe to nudge him back on the floor. Their dance is an erotic show of submission. Ownership. Fake, of course, but the crowd is buying it.

Anthony rucks the back of my skirt until the rough denim of his jeans rubs against my skin. He traces the seam of my panties along my buttocks. Rubs a hand between my legs and teases across my mound. It doesn’t take long before the fabric sticks to me. Gets wet.

My clit throbs, begging for attention, as he touches everything else. He rubs the divot between my lips, makes the damp fabric dip in and cling until I’m desperate for more.

I should stop him. This is way too public. We’re going to get caught. But it feels so damn good and naughty. I never knew I had a public sex thing before Anthony. Instead of snapping my legs closed and dragging him upstairs or into the storeroom behind the bar, Anthony finally,finally, grazes my clit and my legs slide further apart of their own accord.

He tugs my panties down, too. Not all the way, only enough for his cock to slide between my wet labia and graze my clit as he thrusts.

Oh, fuck. When did he pull his cock out? Has anyone noticed?

I scan the surrounding crowd, but their eyes are glued to the stage. Anthony’s cock slides between my slick lips, his head bumping against my clit with each slow thrust. My core clenches, aching and empty.

Fuck it. Nobody’s watching us anyway.

They’re all watching Jamie crawl around on the floor as Margot rides him, her legs crossed at the ankles like a prim and proper lady. And we’re in the thick of the crowd, so the ring of alphas nursing their beers along the periphery can’t see how Anthony is using my wet pussy to masturbate.

My pelvis clenches tight, desperate to be filled, as his cockhead gets fully slicked up and bumps against my clit until I’m throbbing. When my hips rock to move with him, his fingers dig in. He holds me still. Anthony doesn’t want my participation. He wants to use me.

I can almost hear him in my head.Be my good little fuck toy, baby. Be a good girl and hold still for Daddy so he can come in these pretty panties.

And he does. Anthony fucks my pussy. He uses me for his own pleasure. Gives me some in return, but not enough to come. Not even this close to my heat, where sometimes it seems like a stiff breeze is all I need to shatter into a million different fragments.

Anthony rocks against me, his tense grip keeping me still for him as he uses my pussy like a pocket toy in the middle of the crowded club. The loud music covers the wet sounds my body is making. My low moans. His grunts of male pleasure and heavy breathing. With his lips pressed against the shell of my ear, I hear each breathy noise he makes.

Margot pulls Jamie up by his hair, and his eyes flutter open. They find mine and lock on. My clit throbs against the brushing of Anthony’s cock. My pussy aches to be filled. Fucked and stretched. Used until it’s deliciously sore.

If Anthony bent me forward and pressed inside, I’d let him. But he doesn’t. His jeans chafe my ass while he uses me until his cock kicks. The first pulse is a warning. His cock jerks against my mound. His teeth nip at my ear and his fingers bite into my hips as he holds me tight.

He groans, deep and masculine, as he comes in my panties. Semen soaks my folds and drips, soaking into the fabric.

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