Page 4 of Such a Feisty Omega

So why was I intrigued? So much so, that on my break a few hours later, I stepped out to the waiting room and looked up Cuffed.

Oh.

No wonder they were blushing.

An adult club. A place that promised freedom. From judgement. To explore. Freedom to be who you were.

I soon found a forum-style website where there was a lot of conversation about the place and the owners. Maybe this was where Finn got all his information. There was something for everyone, one commenter stated. Were they a member or just trying to sound like they knew more than they did?

What might that something be for me? It had been years since I’d had a partner or even a night of sex. All my experience was pure vanilla. Not even a slap on the ass.

I’d always secretly wanted more in the bedroom but never had the time or the reason to explore it. And my partners never suggested anything outside the ordinary to me. Maybe that’s why they hadn’t lasted? Did I want something more…kink? NowIwas blushing.

By the time I finished my shift and got home, my mind was filled with ideas. One idea. I would request a guest pass and go. For myself. To see what else was out there. My days off for the past few months or so had been spent laying around doing not a lot of anything besides chores and laundry and catching up on TV shows, but those things didn’t accomplish much, social-wise.

None of it helped me find my mate.

I put my phone down for a while, thinking the matter over before I picked up my laptop and took the leap. Either I would go into Cuffed and find something new about myself, or I would hate it. Either way, at least I would gain some life experience.

In three days, I had a night off. Actually a whole forty-eight hours off, at least, on paper. The club had varying hours, but the pass had to be used in thirty days. I made a promise to myself.

I would get to Cuffed one way or another, but in my gut, I felt like the sooner I got there, the better. Strange instinct in regard to a sex club, but I couldn’t deny it.

Chapter Five

Andreas

My office was every bit as nice as any of the other owners, but it was still not large enough for everything it had to contain, and I’d gradually taken over the conference room. Although I’d sold my company and the building it inhabited, I’d had many supplies at home, like easels. The long, glossy table was ringed with them. Even though the demo had not begun, we were well along in the planning of the new wings of the club. By taking the adjacent structures down to the meter walls, we were able to avoid a lot of the nightmares involved in “new construction.” Instead, our work would be classified as a remodel, saving us tens or maybe even hundreds of thousands of dollars. And we were connecting only with pathways and elevated walkways, giving us space for some really special spaces our members were dreaming of.

“What are you working on now?” Jabez, our resident healer stood in the conference room doorway, a small grin ticking up his lips. “You know the club is jumping, and you could be out there enjoying yourself.”

“Hmmm?” I stepped back from the easel I’d been studying. “I wish I knew more about landscaping, but I do know some who are great at it.”

“Don’t we need to get the demo part done and maybe the building and remodeling before we worry about that?” Jabez came in and stood beside me and took in the drawings. “Wait, that’s not landscaping.”

“No.” I contemplated the drawing some more. “It’s a challenge to get playground equipment for our littles, but I think it will be worth the effort, don’t you?”

“Genius.” He stepped back a couple of feet. “How did you come up with the idea?”

“They asked.” I shrugged. “And I thought, why not? But it took me a while to find someone who makes custom playground equipment locally.”

“Oh, yeah, I imagine. Bronson and Tate are going to be blown away.”

“Tate has been giving me input.” His daddy, Bronson, was another owner here. “Actually, they both have.”

“That explains the glitter motif in the powder coating. Must have been hard finding the right size for our big littles.”

“It wasn’t that I couldn’t find anything that would support full-sized boys and girls; it was just that they were all so boring. Basically porch swings when I wanted, well, what you see here. Slides and monkey bars, all kinds of things for climbing on and real swings that can send the rider up into the sky.”

“Is that a zipline?”

We talked for a few more minutes before Jabez was called away to deal with something, and I decided to shut down the plans for the night and go out to the floor myself. It was a standing joke that my kink was construction—and I couldn’t blame anyone for thinking that. But it was easy to get caught up in this project. Other than my home and the building I’d handed over to the new owners of my company, this was the first time I’d gotten to do something I had a real stake in. All the buildings I’d worked on for my customers had been to their tastes, and my partners here had been very good about letting me run with my ideas.

We’d have the little playground on one side of the existing one, and a more mature sort of outdoor space on the other side. All would be protected by high stone walls from prying eyes and nosy passersby. It was going to be so good.

Closing the door behind me, I headed for the main floor. Not on duty at the moment, I could watch for an empty station or even skip the line for one as an owner—not that I would take a member’s time. But it was kind of nice to know I could… The crowd tonight was lighter than usual, and I strolled around taking in the various activities, considering whether I wanted to play or not. As I paused near each couple or threesome, I was aware of the eyes of various single omegas watching me. I’d been here long enough that they knew I wouldn’t welcome being approached, preferring to invite someone to play myself, but the longer I wandered, the less likely it became that I would be doing that this evening.

Each scene was being played out by people who seemed so in harmony with one another. Not all of them were couples, but many were. And the others had a rhythm and feel indicating they were regular partners for their particular kinks.

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