Page 3 of Surprise Mother Pucker

Her current mission was trying to convince me to go with her to a club.

“When was the last time you saw me go out to a bar?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Never,” she said on a sigh. “And that is the point. You’re in your final year. If you don’t let your hair down now, then when will you?” she asked pointedly.

“It’s just not my thing,” I said as I leaned against the counter, toward her.

“Just this once? For me?” she asked pleadingly, pouting at me with those large puppy dog eyes, hands folded under her chin.

“Low blow,” I grumbled.

Beth’s face broke out in a dazzling grin at her victory. “Thank you! We can meet at the club or get ready at my place, whicheveryou want. It’s not far from campus at all, like a ten-minute walk or a three-minute cab ride.”

“I’ll walk,” I told her, not wanting to admit I didn’t have enough for a cab.

Well, I did, but it was an unnecessary expense.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “You can get ready at my place, if you want?”

“No, I need to stop by my place, anyway, so I’ll meet you at the club.”

“Be ready at eight!” she ordered before bouncing away, her blonde ponytail swishing as she did so.

What had I gotten myself into? I hated clubbing, but I didn’t want to deny Beth when she’d asked so nicely. She had always been such a supportive friend, covering my shifts when I needed to study for tests.

Trudging home, I took my time, mentally trying to figure out what I could possibly wear. I didn’t really own any clothing that could be considered appropriate for a club. The only thing that came kind of close was a slinky, long-sleeve dress I owned that was so short, it was practically a shirt. It was low cut and showed off my cleavage.

Opening the door to my studio-plan dorm room, I placed my bag on the small kitchenette counter and made a beeline for my closet to find the shirt in question. The studio was tiny, but it was all mine.

My scholarships meant that I got a hefty stipend for housing, and I was eternally grateful that I didn’t have to put up with a roommate. I liked keeping my space exactly the way I wanted, and I was very particular about my nest. Everything was blue or white, and there were easily twenty different textures of pillows and throw blankets.

Giving my nest in the corner of the room a longing glance, I continued to the closet.

The shirt wasn’t terrible.

At least, that’s what I told myself while I looked in the mirror. The hem fell a few inches below the swell of my butt, meaning it was technically long enough to be a dress, but one wrong move and I would be exposing myself to everyone.

The dress was also so tight that the only underwear that didn’t show through was a thong.

My hair was clean, so I left the auburn waves as they were, falling down my back until almost hitting my waist. I kept my makeup minimal. While I loved makeup and feeling pretty, I didn’t have the energy for it. Beth would be going all out with fake lashes, and she was naturally stunning as well, so I knew all the attention would be on her.

A lick of mascara and a few dabs of concealer, and I was ready to go. Grabbing a small bag, I threw my phone, keys, and wallet in before giving myself one last check and heading out to meet Beth.

The club was hard to miss; it was new, and there was already a line around the block when I got there. Thankfully, Beth was waiting outside, wearing a deep red dress that fit her like a second skin.

“Kennedy!” She waved excitedly at me, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the front of the line, where we were immediately let in.

“They just let us in?” I shouted over the music in confusion as we wandered through the entrance.

“They always let omegas in right away,” Beth said, leaning close to me so I could hear her.

Huh, I guess that made sense. Omegas were highly sought after.

“Dance with me?” Beth asked, pulling me toward the dance floor.

I nodded. “Why not?”

The dance floor was so full of bodies grinding against one another, it was almost claustrophobic. The air was saturated with so many different scents, both good and bad, they melded into one, and it was hard to pinpoint any specific scent.

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