Page 12 of Bubblegum Pop

I had a week left of training left before they put me to work, and I couldn’t remember a time I’d been happier. I’d come off two weeks of group work, where I practised brand new sex skills to ensure I could meet all the guests’ demands. I’d been sure I was already top notch pussy before, but I learnt so much that even my mind was blown.

Once I made friends and learned their stories, it became obvious Michael had a habit of collecting people on the run.

There were about fifteen omegas in training at the moment, and we were all at different stages. Some were already six months in, while others had just arrived. Michael said we’d be assigned to a location after our training. New York was my top choice, though some of the other omegas said a lot of us were being sent to Beijing and L.A.. Though, really, I didn’t care where I went. At the moment, anywhere felt like an adventure.

“Candy, darling, if you lift your leg a touch higher, it will be easier on your hips,” Geno called out. He was an older alpha and in charge of my pole training.

As a former host, he knew all the tricks.

Geno had brought me in for a private session, saying I needed to improve my pole work, though we hadn’t done anything new so far. We were just going through the same routines he taught me three months ago. But I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to learn more.

Geno was a classic Italian heart throb: green eyes, sleek black hair, thin stubble, and bronzed skin that all the omegas were gagging over.

Add that to the fact his scent was a rich basil that flowed around him with every step, plus his tight ass clad in black lycra, and you had one tasty alpha.

But his basil and my bubblegum would never work. Even though I was drooling over him constantly, it was just because he reminded me of my favourite food. My omega instincts didn’t perk up with him at all.

I followed Geno’s order. My arms by my ass, I gripped the pole, pushing my breasts forward; with one leg out at ninety degrees behind me, I tipped, swinging to the floor, my hair falling around my cheeks. My hands pressed by my feet and the same leg flew high in the air, toes pointed up, firm against the pole. My pink skirt fell around my hips to reveal the hot pink thong beneath.

“Perfect.” Geno clapped, the sound bouncing around the dance studio. “Wonderful. Now up!”

I heard the door in front of me open, and male voices echoing, but I wasn’t going to stop—this was my favourite part.

I dropped my leg, hands still on the floor, legs shoulder-width apart, wiggling my hips just enough to position myself. Bending my knees slightly, I flung my body up, my head flying backwards, my hair soaring around me in a sea of blonde, a light moan spilling from my lips at the stretch running up my spine.

I rolled back my shoulders as I reached behind me to grip the pole by my lower back, posing for whoever was there. I wanted to see if I could get them worked up. Everyone here seemed to have a magic spell that made them resistant to my charms, but I guess that’s just what happened when you worked in a sex club. You got used to it. Though it was still frustrating. Alphas outside the club were way more susceptible and easier to bag.

And then I saw them, smelt them, felt them inside me.

My eyelashes fluttered open as I inhaled, and I nearly collapsed.

Suddenly, the pole was my only support as I drew in a sweet mixture of juicy mangos and fresh passion fruit. It thumped through my body, straight down to my pussy. I bit my lip, cutting off the deep whine that was begging to be freed so I could show the two alphas who had entered the room beside Michael how much I craved them.

It was obvious they were alphas from the way my body lit up, hungry and needy, and desperate to be close to them. I pressed my thighs together, praying I wouldn’t slick everywhere like an out-of-control omega who’d just presented.

The alpha on the left was huge, the biggest I’d ever seen. He must have been at least 7ft, towering over the smaller alpha beside him. I say smaller, but he still had a foot on Michael.

I was stuck against the pole, my heart banging, shock and pleasure racing through my veins as they talked to Michael. They were ten feet away, but it could have been miles. In an instant, I’d gone from dominant and sexy to an absolute trembling mess. My body was so wired that all I could do was keep dragging their delicious scents into my lungs.

The shorter alpha was one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. His curly blonde hair, tanned skin, and blue eyes that could rival the clearest sunny day drew my attention instantly.

My body called to him, my omega instincts on fire, wanting him so badly that my knees nearly gave way. If I wasn’t holding onto the pole, I’d already be on the floor begging them to touch me, to even just look at me instead of Michael.

I lifted my head, my gaze snapping into place as I met the stare of the huge alpha, my thighs shuddering as I released the smallest whimper. His heavy jaw was hidden by a trimmed beard, and, with his wide nose, strong forehead, and lips thick enough to devour me as soon as he kissed me, all I wanted to do was submit. His grey eyes danced with desire, matching the need that thundered through my body.

Everything was so intense. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, or why they were even here, but there was no way I could hide what was happening to me. Alphas could smell an omega slicking in a room as easily as sharks could find blood in water. If they were predators, I’d happily be their prey.

I straightened my back, hiding my quivering hands, trying to control my breathing. But it was ruined when the third alpha entered the room.

I gasped as I laid eyes on him. He looked exactly like the other hulking alpha, definitely twins, except, instead of two sharp grey eyes, a jagged scar tore through his right eye, leaving a twisted, empty socket. Pulsing desire lit my body as his gaze swung to me, sparks firing in through while his muscles tensed under his black suit. I was pinned in place, trembling with need as the bitter tang of his scent whispered over me.

My first thought was if the twin’s dicks were the same size.

His scent sliced through me. Unlike the fruity blooms of the first two, his was a biting sting of lemon vodka that lit me up inside, swirling down my throat, filling my lungs, spreading across my stomach, and throbbing in my pussy. I craned my neck, as if they were already pressing their huge bodies against me, running their hands over me, and sinking their teeth into my neck.

Everything else in my life faded away as we absorbed each other, tension pounding around us, inhaling in the delectable cocktail of mango, passion fruit, lemon vodka, and bubblegum.

Within seconds, I knew. I just knew. There was no big fanfare or explosion, it was just there between us, my sinking knowledge that I was their omega.