Page 52 of Knot Happening

He’s older. Clearly older than me, maybe fifties or even early sixties. Obviously, I have a thing for older men, but this is pushing it. I don’t like the way his gaze feels threatening.

Declan and Kodiak are in their mid-thirties, have these sexy ass frown lines, and their eyes crinkle when they smile, showcasing their age in a way that I can’t help but find attractive.

This Alpha… Not so much. He looks filthy rich. His shoes, clothes, watch, even his glasses, all scream wealthy. His hair is slicked back, and he just looks arrogant as all fuck. I wonder if I’ll be able to steal that watch…

Dream and a few of the other Omegas I work with have coached me over the last few weeks on how different kinds of Alphas expect us to act and how to spot them. Of course, this ismostly a guessing game, and I could be super wrong because not everyone projects their likes and dislikes so easily…

I go with shy, sweet, and oh so innocent. My hair is down and curled, and I slipped my pleaser heels on before heading in here. There’s a little shoe rack hidden in the same alcove as the monitor where we check rooms and requests.

His request said “pole, lap, tits.” I assume that means start on the pole, move to his lap, and then flash titties.

I have nipple pasties on. Red hearts that sparkle. I don’t know if I can show more than that without wimping out. I didn’t have a problem showing Kodiak my goodies, even when I had no idea who he was.

I’ll just pretend this Alpha is here because he’s completely infatuated with me. That I’m the most entrancing thing he’s ever seen, and he just couldn’t help himself.

Dream also shared her trick for getting into the moment when you’re extra nervous or dancing for someone you don’t fancy. Make up a lie and believe it.

So I pretend I’m the prettiest thing this guy has ever seen, and he’s in love with me, but I’m unobtainable, so this is the most he can ever have of me.

Hayden said he’d be watching me too. Is this dance for the man on that couch or the Alpha spying on me?

Doesn’t matter. I stay up here for three songs, using every move I’ve learned, thankful that the DJ’s sets are shorter than average songs. The man doesn’t speak until I’m walking off the stage toward him.

“Crawl.”

I gulp at the bark as it seizes hold of my muscles. He used a lot more force than necessary, and I don’t like the way I immediately bow to his dominance. I drop to my knees and crawl, thankful that a lot of money goes to keeping this place clean. My scent must be reaching him, even with the suppressorsin the air system, because I can smell him from here. Stale cigarettes. He’s a smoker, and his natural scent is hidden under all that nicotine.

When I reach him, I don’t look up into his eyes, even though Dream showed me how to do it in a sexy way she swears by. Some Alphas think Omegas should be submissive at all times and never challenge an Alpha's dominance by meeting their eyes. The closer I get, the more I think this guy is one of those Alphas because of how strong the dominance that radiates off of him is.

I place my hands on his thighs and use them to rise, stepping between them. I keep my eyes trained on the buttons of his pristinely pressed shirt.

“You’re a sweet thing, aren’t you? Unmated. Packless. Bondless.” He observes me for a moment, then says, “Unprotected.”

I don’t like his tone or his words. Or the way he just reaches up to yank my bra cups down. My breasts bounce from the motion, and when he sees the pasties, he fucking snarls.

“Thank you, Alpha, you’re kind for saying so,” I whimper, letting a whine slip free, as my scent spikes, trying to soothe his anger instinctively.

He grunts as I spin until I’m giving him my back. Normally, that would be a bad idea. I’m the prey, he’s the predator. It’s a sign of submission, and I do not like it one damn bit, but I’m safe in here. Even if my Omega instincts are freaking out. I just know I need to be careful, if I’m going to earn a decent tip. There’s no way I went through this to not get paid. He only paid for twenty minutes. I can take another ten minutes of him being a dominant jerk.

The smack that lands on my ass isn’t so hard that I can’t handle it, but it does take me completely by surprise, especiallywhen his hand wraps around my throat, and he tugs me backward, and fully onto his lap.

“You’ll come with me, I think.”

I freeze, the way he’s touching me. The way he’s speaking… The shiver that travels across my skin is involuntary. I lift my hand, making a fist. It’s our distress sign. The response time is thirty seconds, and I start counting in my mind.Please let them be close. Please…

I get to three before the door slams loudly against the wall, and the curtain swings open, and is partly ripped off the rod as two men stomp in first, flanked by three more. Oh, thank fuck. My body melts from the relief. The tension in my body leaves in a whoosh as I relax.

Hayden and Kodiak stand shoulder to shoulder. The Alpha’s grip tightens for a second before he releases me, and I scramble forward and into Hayden’s arms as Kodiak addresses the handsy Alpha.

“Gio, what are you doing here, buddy? With your hands all over the merchandise? You only paid for a dance.” Kodiak’s words are as cold as ice and send a chill across the room. The words themselves are casual, but his tone suggests impending violence.

I try not to growl at the suggestion that I’m just merchandise. Fucking rude. He’ll get an earful from me about that later.

“Escort the Omega to the locker room.” Hayden hands me off to one of the three men that followed him in here, his face a mask of cool indifference. As if I mean nothing to either of them at all. Okay, ouch. Assholes.

As soon as we’re out of the room, I let out a long sigh of relief, despite my annoyance with the two Alphas I can’t seem to avoid. “I’m good, you can go help them.”

The Beta scoffs. “Yeah, right. I choose life.”

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