Page 34 of Knot your Good Girl

But I have to remember; I smell him, but he doesn’t smell my perfume in the same way. This is only a service he is paying for.

Still, a cuddle would’ve been nice.

I need to remember this is not that type of set-up. He made it clear last night that I won’t be falling asleep in his arms each evening. I never even saw his bedroom.

The room next door was what? A pleasure room?

What kind of alpha is he?

But this is still a fabulous opportunity. Once the ten days have elapsed, I’ll have enough funds to do as I please. Until then, I can count down the days.

I open my OmegaFans app as I devise a plan to use my time wisely while I’m here. Even just for an hour each morning will be enough to keep my fans happy. And having a private room gives me the opportunity to make and upload more content. And with the lights of New York as my background, or this stunning bedroom.

After checking the app and my subscriber list. I smile when I see overnight I gained two more followers to tier four and more have joined the lower levels.

Today I can upload something to satisfy those higher paying subscribers, enough to keep them hanging on for ten days.

I open the calculator on my cell, and work out how much money per month I’m now drawing in.

Just over a thousand dollars.

I groan.

It’s not enough.

Remember, the more content, the more tips.

If I can achieve a monthly income of five thousand dollars. I’m confident that I will have sufficient funds to quit my job and embark on a year-long global travel adventure, starting at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

That way, I can safeguard Aiden’s money until I’m ready to go to the heat clinic. Ready for my deepest dream to materialize. Nobody knows, but I want a baby.

First, I’m going to give myself a couple of years to find my scent matched alpha. Obviously, I’d prefer a loving alpha by my side, but this omega is not planning to bond unless I get a scent match.

If I don’t find my alpha before I’m twenty-five years old, I’m buying myself an anonymous alpha for a few nights.

As I’m nearly twenty-three years old now and live in the city of alphas, I doubt I’m going to find my alpha anytime soon.

I check the time before I take a shower, brush my teeth and get myself ready. Once my hair and make-up are immaculate, I position the camera on the bed, pointing it toward the windowsill. Grasping the remote discreetly in my hand, I press the button that takes my picture.

I’m dressed in bright pink lacy lingerie with two silk bows. One on the rear of my panties and one in the center of my tits.

I don’t know when I lost my inhibitions, but the more I do this, the easier it gets.

My leg dangles, my toes glancing over the floor, while the other leg rests with my barefoot on the wooden sill. I lean back against the window; the perfect angle. I positioned the camera to see between my legs. Only my not quite transparent fabric stops them from seeing more. A little tease for my subscribers, giving them enough to upsell to the next tier and to make me a little richer.

I click for more photos, and later I can upload the perfect images.

I jump off, turn around, as I glance out of the window and see the city ahead. It looks so cold that heavy coats wrap around people as they make their way down the streets.

I wonder if Aiden would like to go for a walk?

I fold my hair over my left shoulder before glancing over my right. Provocatively, I push out my ass as I bite my bottom lip and stare into the camera; and click.

“One video and then I’m done,” I say as I think about where to do the next set of pictures.

I gaze at the expansive window, and without hesitation, I start the camera and stride towards it, enticingly swaying my butt.

I loosen the bow on my breasts and, with a quick glance back, I offer a mischievous smile to the camera and my fans. I strip off the bra, keeping my arm extended as I drop it onto the floor. “Do you want to see more?” I ask, trying to use a sexier voice than I have.

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