Page 5 of Such a Grumpy Omega
As soon as I clicked the transfer, I received an invitation to a group text including, from what I could tell, all the owners of Cuffed. I accepted and a string of welcomes, followed by a “reminder” of a meeting at the club at seven that night, rang out. For the rest of them, it was a reminder, but it would be my first one. And I couldn’t wait to hit the ground running.
Turned out, I truly did that. With the new building starting to shape up, they were ready to get them done and also hadbeen discussing their ideas about the next club. I could do a lot with the expansion but a brand-new club? Especially if they were willing to build from the ground up, I was definitely their man. As an owner, my services wouldn’t be paid in salary form. Each had his responsibilities and earned profits, although if I had wanted to be a silent partner, I’d have had to pay a larger share to start with.
One of the biggest draws to me was the fact that each person put in their effort, sweat equity, as well as a monetary investment. The people who provided most of the money for those gated communities probably wouldn’t know what sweat equity was. They had made accommodations for someone who just wanted to pay, but I couldn’t help being glad that so far, nobody went that way.
“So, what do you think of the expansion so far?” asked Talon, finding me in the littles’ garden.
“I think I’ve never seen adult-sized playground equipment that looks like fun and not just for exercise.”
“Right? We are allowing the non-littles in once in a while, but”—he moved to sit on a swing—“of course, being an owner has benefits.”
I never thought I’d see Talon kicking his feet to move a swing, but I couldn’t let him do it alone, so I joined him, and swinging gradually moved to discussion over some of the issues that were happening in the design and execution of the bridges they wanted to connect the original club to the buildings on either side. Originally they had been designed and approved, but while just about everything else seemed to be moving along, a new inspector had taken issue with that one aspect, and an already done deal seemed to be undone.
Confident I could make this right, I asked for a copy of the blueprints and the design documents to show to a consultant I’d worked with several times. I also asked for the contactinformation for the inspector. Generally, if the plans were approved, the inspector was not going to argue about them, unless there was an execution error. But it didn’t seem to be that, so I needed more information.
Feeling good about being useful so quickly, I fought the urge to leap from the moving swing. I broke my ankle that way at about ten years old, and there was no reason to attempt a repeat. “Looks like it’s opening time. I’d better get in there.”
Most of the owners, in addition to their administrative duties, occasionally filled in on the floor as a bartender or dungeon monitor, something like that, and there were always at least a couple of them floating around on any given night. Tonight, I planned to shadow a DM for a couple of hours to be sure I knew exactly what to do in the future. Of course, I’d seen them in action on the floor, but there was a big difference between casually noticing someone doing their job and doing it myself.
Chapter Six
Everly
It only took a couple of weeks for my application to be reviewed by Cuffed. There were no decisions made, but they had acknowledged it and that meant I was a shoo-in.
Time for my planning to really take force. In the meantime, I’d filed some paperwork with the county and the city, asking for copies of permits and zoning rights. I wanted to be well armed when I took down Cuffed. A friend who had some law experience helped me with some things but said a place like Cuffed was high-end for a reason. Because they had all their ducks in a row.
But no one had everything perfect, and I couldn’t imagine a place that had sex acts of all kinds and those kinds of people would be on point with all regulations.
Yes, I was being judgy about the whole thing, but there was no being nice when they were encroaching on what was rightfully mine.
At the bottom of the email, I noticed a link and clicked on it. To my surprise, they’d played right into my hand. They had given me a one-time guest pass to visit Cuffed under the guise of seeing if their club was a fit for me before they progressed with my application.
They could forget the application. I intended to use the guest pass to get the information I needed and would not have to visit that lewd place again.
I entered my phone number and password and received a QR code to show at the front desk. This was my chance. They’d invited a wolf into their midst and didn’t even know it.
Now, I had shopping to do.
A few hours later, I arrived back home with what I thought was club attire. I’d seen the alpha come out the other night in ablack suit, so I bought something similar but without the jacket. A simple black button-down with matching pants and shoes. I should fit in. It was strange to me that someone would wear a suit to a sex club, kind of seemed against the purpose, but I had to fit in.
Also, there was a chance I was dressing for that alpha in particular. I’d only seen him twice, and both times, I’d not been on my best behavior, so I wanted to make an impression. I would bet anything this wasn’t just a guest pass to see if I liked the club. Going in was a chance for them to scout me out as well. The moment I scanned the QR code, they would know I was there. I hoped it alerted him personally. Despite making a complete ass of myself in front of him before, for some reason, my wolf wanted to see him again.
Too bad, he was a part of an organization that was my sworn enemy.
Showered and dressed, I tucked my phone into my pocket and drove to the club. They had valet service and the young man took my car with a smile on his face. I would have to remember to tip him. I had to admit, so far, this place wasn’t so bad. The music wasn’t as loud as I imagined it in my head. They must’ve had soundproof walls.
I stood on the curb, in front of the entrance when it hit me. Of course they had soundproof walls and a soundproof building. It was a sex club. My stomach vibrated with anticipation. I’d never been in a sex club and never saw myself going to one. Was there a chance I might like something in there? That I would fuck someone in a club? Was that even what they did in here?
One way to find out.
I marched up to the entrance and showed the bouncers my QR code. They looked me up and down. “Stop at the reception desk and check in. Enjoy your night.”
Inside, I found Julia at the reception desk again and, from the way her eyes widened, she remembered who I was. “Good evening. You have a QR code?”
“I do. Here it is.”
She scanned the code and watched the screen for something. “Everly Goodman?”
