"The last pack that had a human Luna had been destroyed quicker than any pack I have ever seen,"
"Having a human as a mate is worse than having an Omega as a mate."
"Even if she were changed, she would be the weakest, weaker than any Omega." The man...
"Damn, girl! Your VIP did a number on your neck!" Mary not so quietly noticed as I began to put my makeup on for the night.
"I know." I put some color correcting primer on the multiple bites and hickeys that Mister Wealthy had given me the night before. "They are everywhere! I'm going to have to concealer my whole body!" I turned away from the mirror so that Mary could see the bruises and bites that were scattered on my chest, breasts, neck,thighs, and stomach from my night with Mister Wealthy.
"Holy Hello. You are most definitely going to need some help with those tonight, there is absolutely positutely no way in heaven or hell that you can possibly cover half of those up on your own!" Mary exclaimed in awe.
Laughing awkwardly in agreement, I thanked Mary as she went and got her own concealer, which was much better than any of my makeup, and began to conceal and cover up the marks on my body while I worked on my face and neck.
I have always loved doing makeup, so I had no problems with learning the new trends, such as contouring and baking and whatnot. Work was the only place where I went all out with my makeup like this.
"What is your outfit for tonight?" Mary asked as she blended her makeup into my body.
Once a month, the club had a 'costume night'. Tonight was this month's night, but there would also be one on Halloween. The idea for the 'costume nights' were to attract more men and women to the club.
"I was thinking a referee, since it's that season for all of those games and stuff," I mumbled as I blended my foundation into my skin with my beauty sponge. "What about you? Anything in particular?"
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"Benjamin and I are going to do a duet tonight, so we are going to be police officers. Well, he is. I'm going to be the sexy criminal who gets handcuffed to the pole." Mary rolled her eyes. "Could it get any more cliche? Why does he have to be the dominant one?"
Mary's question was rhetorical, so I didn't even bother answering.
"I mean," Mary wouldn't have given me time to answer anyways since she was on a rant roll, "I get to handcuff some of the men in the audience, but it's not the same. This isn't a BDSM club, it's a strip club! We strip! We shouldn't get handcuffed to the pole! Or to anything!"
"It pays good, though," I said, thinking of the positive for her. Someone had to be on the positive side at times.
"Yeah, but still. You're lucky! You don't have to do duets! Maybe I can switch things up with Benjamin! Me cuff him up! I'll do that!" Mary decided.
I just laughed and blended my contouring up. I had made a big '3' on each side of my face with my dark contouring powder as Mary ranted.
"I'm sure he would like that," I assured Mary, who was already making her way to her station with a look of determination written across her face.
