“Well, do something about her.”
Martina’s eyes flash before she climbs down off her stool, coming toward me. Her bland scent fills my nostrils when she reaches my station. She smells just like a ream of paper when it comes out of the printer. Fresh and warm.
Boring.
My natural scent is cinnamon. It’s faint because of all the scent blockers that I’ve been using the last several months, but even just a hint of my perfume is enough to drive alphas crazy.
The artificial scents that the other strippers wear could never compare to a real omega’s perfume.
Martina lowers her head since she’s so tall. What a shame. Alphas prefer their ladies short. They want a little doll that they can cradle, not some Amazonian that rivals their strength. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if Martina was a secret alpha. She has the muscles and the dominating streak, and I wonder.
“Watch it,whore.You may be the star around here, but someday I will push you off that shiny pedestal. You won’t always be Steve’s favorite.”
She’s standing so close to me now that I can smell her breath. I think about making a comment on it. While she could do with a mint, it’s not enough to make me stick a spoon in my mouth and gag.
Plus, I’m getting really strong alpha vibes from her. That warm ream of paper is turning into two-week-old cardboard left out in the rain. She’s definitely trying to dominate me. She even flares her nostrils, breathing in my scent.
I meet Martina’s bloodshot eyes. It appears she is on some type of hormone suppressant, and maybe she is an alpha.
I snort, grabbing my lip liner as I try to play it cool. I accentuate my Cupid’s bow, making sure my mouth pops. Then I smack my lips together and smirk at my reflection.
“Yeah, let me know how that pans out for you,Martini.”
Martina growls and I seize up at the sound. “It’s Martina,whore.”
I’m still frozen by her alpha growl. My heart won’t stop pounding in fear as I gulp, trying to get my bearings.
Just be snarky.
“Whatever. Now get out of my face. Your breath is melting off my eyebrows.”
I can almost hear her teeth snapping from my insult. Maybe I took it too far.
I used to insult the alphas back at the Omega Correction Compound, which was why they tried to have me killed in the end.
Surprise, surprise, I could not be tamed. I made shivs out of household items and then sold them to the other inmates.
I wish I had a shiv right now. My lip liner looks a little sharp. Should I stab Martina in the eye?
She leans closer to whisper into my ear, rubbing her rotten cardboard stench all over me. Now I have no doubt in my mind that she’s an alpha; she just scent-marked me.
“Don’t look so smug. I will have you out of this club before the night’s over. You watch.”
Finally, she whirls away, grabbing Rachael and Emma on her way out the door. We’re about to go on stage.
My heart won’t stop thumping. I didn’t like that threat at all. Martina actually looked as if she meant it this time. I can’t let her get to me. She’s just trying to throw me off so I perform poorly tonight.
In her wildest dreams.
Flicking back my long sheet of brown hair, I check myself out in the mirror and wink. I wear a metallic gold bra and panties tonight. I even applied a slight bit of golden body shimmer to my skin, and now I shine like a star.
I’m going to knock them dead.
***
I wait behind the red velvet curtain backstage.
Martina, Rachael, and Emma have just left the stage. The three bumbling stooges barely got any whoops, and I think I even heard one alpha yawning.