Jensen hated his job. Sweaty alphas, coming in his club like they were entitled to whatever they wanted from Jensen and the other dancers. Especially Friday nights; that was when the real creeps snuck away from their pretty beta wives and happy families to see filthy omega teens dancing on stage, wearing little more than the day they were born.

Tonight was one such night, a Friday in late August. Jensen was sitting in the pseudo-makeup room, spreading red lipstick on (Jim said his lips were his best feature after all). Tonight he would do the same as he did any other night: go on stage, shake his hips and ass, and collect any cash he could.

He shook his head. If his dear old parents knew what he was doing for a living… But then again, he was an omega, weren't they built for that anyways?

No. Stop. Tonight was just like any other work night. Jensen pulled himself up and made his way to the stage. It was just a job.

Just as he suspected, it was all creeps. A man to the riht of his stage had practically tried to pull himself on stage before security got to him, and Jensen stayed as close to the middle as he could after that.

One man in particular caught his eye as he mounted the pole and danced skillfully. He had shaggy brown hair and wore a half-smile as Jensen caught his eye. The man quirked an eyebrow and held out a folded bill and Jensen came closer.

The man held up a twenty and Jensen nodded, descending off the stage for a personal dance. Before he reached the man, though, he held up the standard cuffs.

Tying down his customers was something Jensen started a week after he started the job. See, most people that came in here were horny alphas and quite a few were worthless characters that Jensen would have gladly pushed in front of a bus. Thus, he had to ensure his own safety.

The man smirked at him and willingly held his wrists above his head, across the bar made just for this purpose, giving Jensen a place to secure them. So he wasn't new to this.

The song was loud and thumping, per usual, and Jensen smoothly turned, sliding his ass up the man's legs until he was pretty much seated on his clothed cock. That was nice, Jensen had to admit. He was lean and strong, muscles smooth and tight as Jensen reached up around the back of the man' head and tugged at his hair. Wow, not gonna lie, that wasn't so bad either.

After grinding down for a few seconds, Jensen slid off the man's lap and straddled him, facing him this time. He began rolling his hips and staring at the man, something he hardly ever felt the desire to do but something was different about him.

He was sitting in the chair, eyes blown wide, breath coming unevenly, but he wasn't trying to break free. He met Jensen's eyes and the latter smiled. What a sight. Before he could restrain himself he leaned in and whispered, "Name's Angel. Ask for me privately."

The man let out a final gasp and went a bit limp and Jensen's own eyes widened as he realized what had happened. The song was almost over so he got up, ready to head back to his stage place, when the man said something quietly.

"…What?"

"Jared. I'm Jared."

Jensen had completely forgotten about "Jared" by the time shift was over. He didn't see him after the dance and was too focused on building a list of ways he would like to kill the rest of the beer-stained, hormone-washed alphas. He wasn't in heat so he could dance just fine, but Jensen wasn't going to take any chances. With how popular he was, he had to use the cuffs quite a bit.

After he changed out of his dancewear, (red satin panties and matching heels) and into something more presentable for the club (a fishnet shirt and pink spandex shorts) he stepped out into the mess again, to mingle and paybe pick someone not-so-bad up.

However, someone was apparently waiting for him because the second he got into the crowd a hand pressed against his back softly. Dean turned quickly, ready to defend himself in any way, but a familiar man smiled down at him gently, then passed him a bottle of… something.

"You said to ask for you, and I'm not sure if this is what you mean, but would you like a drink?"