Page 82 of Knot Happening

I was hoping to serve one of the Velvet rooms tonight, so I could get extra tips, but that’s okay, I still did pretty well. My shift will be over in thirty minutes, so I text Easton to let him know when to get here.

I’ll make whatever I can in that time and then head home.

“Baby!” I spin around to face Candy. “We got a request for a room.” At her words, my eyes light up.

“Yes, yep, yes! Oh, fuck yes!” I practically yell, and Candy shakes her head chuckling.

“Go on then, get that money, Baby,” she says, laughing at my antics as she walks off.

I head to the Velvet room I’ve been assigned to, and when I first walk in, the room is filled with darkness, and I have to blink a few times before my eyes adjust.

Nervous energy fills me, and my hands shake slightly. I can do this.

There’s music playing already, so I suck in a shaky breath and ready myself for this.

A man sits on a couch alone and hidden in the darkness of the room. I can’t make out any features because of the hoodie he’s wearing, but he looks like he’s tall and well built. His scent is well hidden, so I can’t even tell if he’s an Alpha, Beta, or Omega.

“Robe off,” he growls as I approach slowly, some of his Alpha bark slipping into his words. That answers one question.

I was able to change my lingerie before coming in here. I wasn’t sure what this person would prefer, so I went with a matching white lace bra and thong. Then I added a sheer robe made of delicate white lace with long sleeves. It stops mid thigh, but shows off a good amount of skin because it’s so see through. The slits at the thighs that go up to my waist help as well.

That uneasy feeling returns. I… I don’t want to do this. A handsy lap dance out on the floor doesn’t show as much, and there’s no expectation that things will get…well, out of hand.

I swallow thickly. I don’t know if I can do this.

The mystery of what the man looks like under the hoodie reminds me of the dance I once gave Kodiak. I picture him, as I run my fingers over my bare stomach, between the slits of the robe.

“Turn.”

I’m closer now, less than a foot away from him. His scent is well masked, and I nibble my lip. He leans forward, and I suck in a sharp breath when his fingers trail lightly up the backs of my thighs.

“N-no touching…” I whisper, even though his touch is gentle and feels good in a way it shouldn’t. “No touching,” I say with more force the second time.

“I’ll touch you if I like. I’m getting what I paid for, Baby.” His growl is deep, making me shiver, but it's familiar. I frown, turning in his grip, trying to sway my hips.

The man grabs my hips roughly and pulls me down onto his lap. My back to his front. I can feel his bulge through the jeans against my ass and a familiar scent fills my lungs.

I gasp. Kodiak!

If he was hiding his scent, he must be burning inside if the blockers already wore off.

I throw my hair back over my shoulder, before sitting up. I grip his wrists, placing them on my thighs, and look at his hands. I remember seeing him wear a gold ring just like this, because I wanted to steal it…

It really is him!

Panic rushes through me at the thought that he found out where I work, but a dirty thrill fills me. He came, and he requested me for a private dance. His hands are on my thighs, and his dick is pressed along the crease of my ass.

I can’t do this with anyone else… But I need to pay Mom’s bills, and one dance in this room will be more than I made all night in tips.

“I’m Baby. What should I call you?” I ask softly as I lean back into his chest and move his hands up my thighs slowly until they’re on my hips once more and grind against him again.

“Fuck…” he says breathlessly, and I stand. His hands move from my hips to my ass, and I bend before him, giving him theperfect view of my now very wet pussy in my lace panties. He squeezes, and I spread my thighs slightly, running my fingers up his legs to his thighs before dropping my ass back down on his jean-covered cock.

I rotate my hips in his lap before laying back against his chest again and hooking my arm over his neck.

“Fuck, Kodiak,” I moan and flip in his lap, so I’m straddling him. I push his hood off and cup his face between my hands.

I grind my clit against his hard-on, and he moans, eyes half-closed and filled with lust.

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