The next few weeks followed a similar pattern, only interrupted by classes and studying. His roommate Aubree had come back and was in her section of the apartment. All was going fairly well, at least until Roderich had to pay his next rent bill. His eyes widened and jaw dropped as he did the math of how much money would be left for everyday expenses. Not very much. Not very much at all. Roderich bit his lip. What was he going to do? His eyes widened as he realized, 'How am I going to pay for college?' Thankfully his parents had been able to pay for most of his schooling, but not all of it. That, and suppressants were not cheap, by any means. Roderich sighed and resolved to think about it later. Right now, he had to go to work.

Walking down the street, he was met with the now-customary wolf whistles from the construction workers. He rolled his eyes, but chuckled at their antics. Roderich swept in the door of the cafe and breezed in behind the counter, sliding on an apron before turning and smiling at the customers waiting to get their drinks as he traded places with Zelda, a blonde beta that had originally been manning the register, but was much better at making the drinks.

"Hallo Antonio," Roderich greeted one of the cafe's regulars, "the usual espresso?" Antonio's bright green eyes shone as he grinned at the omega, a happy scent drifting gently through the air. The Spanish alpha nodded as he replied:

"Si, and a french press, por favor."

"Brought someone vith you today?"

"Si, my friend is sitting at our table. You should meet him!"

Roderich blinked. "Vait, vha-"

"Franny! Get over here! This is the one I've been been wanting you to meet!"

The omega raised his brows, confused "Hold on, vhat are-"

"Honhonhon, bonjour, jolie on."

Roderich blinked again as a Frenchman stood up from his table and skipped over to them, laughing. The omega subtly sniffed the air. Beta. He still did not trust that smile on the man's face. Or rather, leer. Without trying to make it obvious, the barista leaned back. The slightly creepy Frenchman continued on.

"Oui, you were right, mon ami. 'e is jolie. Tres jolie."

Roderich wasn't sure he liked the look the two were giving him.

"I know, right? He would be perfecto!"

"Oui, oui!"

"Excuse me," Roderich butted in, "but vhat on earth are you two talking about?" The omega gave the two an annoyed glare.

"We, or Franny rather, would like to offer you a job." Antonio blurted out.

". . . . Vhat." Roderich gave the weird men across the counter an unimpressed look.

Francis grinned.

"Well, I would 'ave to see your legs, and, ah, your derriere first, but from just looking at you as is, you are a very beautiful omega."

The Austrian's face turned bright red. "'ere, just let me-" the Frenchman began as he climbed over the counter, the Spaniard following close behind. Landing on the floor, both gave a wolf whistle.

"Look at those legs! They go on for miles!" Exclaimed Antonio. Francis merely made grabby-hands, and . . . was that drool coming out of his mouth? Roderich's lip curled distastefully at the sight. Trying to maintain a professional persona, Roderich cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Excuse me sirs, but you cannot be back here. It is against policy to allow customers to come behind the counter. I'm afraid I must ask you to get back on the other side of the counter, please." Roderich spoke through clenched teeth. The beta looked at the omega with sad eyes.

"Oh dear, it seems we've frightened the petit chaton. Very well, we'll go back to the appropriate side. Come on, Tony."

One hand braced on the counter, the Frenchman swung himself back over the counter, his friend following in a similar fashion. Once on the customer side of the counter, Francis turned around to address the omega.

"Désolé, ma chère. We did not mean to frighten you. But seeing you, . . . you would be perfect."

Roderich looked at the two suspiciously. "Perfect . . . perfect for vhat?"

"I run a 'igh-end club in zhe inner city, and you would be an absolutely perfect asset to our little family. I've been wanting to 'ire more dancers, and you are very beautiful. You would fit in very well." Francis and Antonio looked at the omega, both being slightly surprised that he hadn't immediately shot down the idea.

Internally, Roderich was conflicted. His initial reaction had been to reject the proposal, but stopped as he remembered, 'I have no money,' followed by 'I'm really hungry, and would like actual food, not just peanut butter and crackers'. As if to punctuate that last statement, the omega's stomach gave a loud growl. Antonio shifted as he heard the sound, his alpha instincts coming forward.

"Well? What do you think, ma chère?" The beta questioned. Roderich bit his lip, before answering.

"Am I allowed to sleep on it?" Francis grinned triumphantly.

"Oui, but of course. You may contact me at this number," The beta pulled out a business card. "I hope you say yes to my proposition to work at my club, 'La Cage de la soie et perle'. I 'ope to see you around, Mj. Roderich." The omega paused.

"Vait, how do you know my name?" Francis chuckled.

"It is on your badge, mon amie." Roderich blushed fiercely.

"Adiós, amiga! C'mon Franny!" Antonio started to drag the club owner out, but paused and dug out his wallet, dropping a wad of bills into the tip jar.

"It was good to see you Roderich. And use the cash to pay for some food, por favor. I could hear your stomach growling from here." With that, the two strange people left, the omega bright red.

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Turning the card over and over in his hands, Roderich sat on his bed, biting at his lip as he thought. Hesitantly he grabbed up his laptop and turned it on, looking up the club's name in the search bar.

Right away results popped up. Clicking on the club's official website, he scrolled through it. On the homepage, the times the club opened and closed were listed. Also posted were the times the club offered dance lessons. Pole, swing, bellydancing, even ballroom and aerial dancing were on the list of offered lessons. Clicking through, he looked up reviews and description, choking a little.

"A club that mixes burlesque, pole, and prostitution, ' La Cage de la soie et perle' is an excellent club for anyone that doesn't want to spend their night alone, especially for the wealthy. No matter the orientation, our club can practically guarantee that any of customers can find someone to spend their night with. Omega, beta, or alpha, it doesn't matter, we have people from every orientation employed."

Roderich scrolled further down, scanning the article.

"Provided a customer can pay our fees, any can request the company of one of our highly-trained courtesans for the night in one of our provided, sound-proofed rooms. For any patron that finds a particular courtesan that catches their eye, they can request through a contract and a fee that this courtesan will only 'attend' to them. The fee is weekly, monthly, and in special cases, yearly. You will be reimbursed, should the courtesan you contracted leave the club.

To show to the other club-goers that the courtesan is taken, they will be provided a neckband to show they are 'off-limits', at least when working. If a patron decides to make a deal with one of our dancers outside of the dancer's work hours, that will be between you and them, though our club does require that we are alerted of any such negotiations.

The most dancers any one patron can 'rent' out is three. This also includes a higher fee and a different contract than if it were for just one dancer. If it's just for one night, you may hire out as many of our dancers as you desire.

Here at the club, we must ask that with any of our dancers, you pay half of the fee before you have your fun, paying the other half afterwards. If you find yourself not completely satisfied with our provided service, we are willing to negotiate a lower price."

Absorbing the information, Roderich pensively exited that page, Roderich went from that to the gallery, eyes blinking and a dark blush spreading on his cheeks. Images of scantily clad omegas, betas, and alphas took up a good part of the page. All looked ridiculously sexy in the photos, coiling around poles and in risque poses with even more scandalous clothing.

Looking at some of the alphas and betas, Roderich felt a stirring in his gut and the beginnings of slick between his cheeks. His face heated up, shamelessly looking at the pictures of washboard abs and flexed biceps. Pale fingers traced down, beginning to unzip his fly before he stopped himself. Roderich made an annoyed noise at himself, making his way to the bathroom.

He slid off his clothes, throwing them on the ground to be laundered later. Turning the water on, he hesitated for a moment. Deciding against a cold shower, Roderich slid under the warm water, his erection rising further. Languidly the omega began stroking himself, imagining the touch of lips on his neck. Strong hands grasped his hips, pulling him flush against a taller, broader, immovable body of muscle. Someone who could pin him to the wall and fuck him senseless.

The omega's stroking sped up, his other hand reaching behind himself to circle a single long finger into his hole. Roderich moaned, pushing onto the finger, quickly adding another. With everything that had happened in the past few months, Roderich had skipped over his heat altogether, the stress too much. He just hoped this wouldn't trigger his heat into starting now. That would be terribly inconvenient. Another moan dripped from his mouth like honey as he began thrusting onto three fingers, leaning heavily against the side of the shower. Wet hair hung down as Roderich swept his head back, gasping as he hit his prostate.

Tentatively he hit that spot again with a curl of his long fingers.

"Mmmm-gghhhhhh . . . " Roderich thrust into himself faster as stars exploded before his eyes, all but falling to his knees as he came. For several long moments the omega stayed under the spray, collecting his breath. He winced at the splurt that came as he pulled his fingers out. God, it had been awhile since he had last done that. Sighing blissfully at the after-sex high, Roderich finished washing up, shaving and lathering his body, careful to erase any evidence of what had just happened.

The omega slipped into some loose pajamas once he dried off, sliding into bed. His eyes sunk shut as a cool breeze filtered through the room, cooling off his warm body. Slowly the omega drifted off, deeply considering the job, and the potential pay. Roderich slept dreamlessly that night.

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After a hectic morning because the omega hadn't woken up to his alarm, and therefore ended up waking up late and having to run to get to his classes, Roderich slumped at a chair by an outside cafe located next to the university. Ordering an orange juice and croissant sandwich, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Roderich chewed on his cheek as he looked at the number Francis had given him. Typing in the number, he stopped before hitting the call button. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before pressing the 'call' button. It rang four times before it was finally picked up.

"Allo, zhis is Monique at 'La Cage de la soie et perle'. How may I help you?" A cool feminine voice said through the phone. Roderich swallowed and licked his lips before responding.

"Hallo, I'm Roderich, and Francis told me to-" The woman on the other end of the line cut in.

"Yes, Monsieur Bonnefoy told me a 'Roderich' would be calling. Please come to building number 714 on Rosebloom street sometime between Friday the fifteenth and Sunday the seventeenth. Auditions are being held from two pm to five-thirty pm on those three days. "

Roderich blinked at the brusque tone. "Ah- Is there anything I need to bring?"

"The only thing I would recommend bringing are some clothes that allow you to move freely and to be prepared to dance for Monsieur Bonnefoy." Roderich nodded in understanding.

"Danke. Though . . . do I already have to know how to . . . dance e-erotically?" The omega stuttered nervously.

"Non. If Monsieur Bonnefoy sees something special in you, a certain 'je ne sais quoi', he may 'ire you and teach you how to dance professionally later. After you've signed a contract, of course." Roderich's ears perked at this.

"A contract?" He asked, confused.

"Oui. A contract saying you will work for Monsieur Bonnefoy for a certain period of time, until you have paid off his dancing lessons. Until such a time, the pay check and percentage of tips you will be receiving will be reduced until paid off." He answered distantly.

"Oh. Um, okay." Roderich was a bit concerned by this, but right now, the pros outweighed the cons.

"Is there anything else?" The omega mulled it over.

"No . . . I think I have everything. Danke."

"Indeed. Good evening, and we look forward to seeing you." With that, Monique hung up on Roderich, leaving the omega anxious, but nevertheless excited at the prospect of money. With nothing left to do since classes were over for the day, Roderich slipped his phone back into in his pocket and pulled out his laptop. Straightaway he pulled up Youtube and put in the search bar: 'How to pole dance'. Scrolling down the list, he found a video called 'Exercises for pole dance-beginner level'. Clicking on it, he watched the video for several minutes. He paused it, slumping. This was going to be a lot of hard work, wasn't it?

With a sigh, Roderich got up and slid into some yoga pants he had received a few Christmases ago from an aunt and a thin loose t-shirt he began practicing. As the omega went through the stretches, Roderich silently despaired. He had never been one to exercise, and the most he ever got was from walking and playing various instruments of different sizes and weights. After thirty minutes of exercising, the omega was huffing and had built up a light sweat. 'Ten more minutes. Ten more, and then I'm DONE.' Pushing himself, he made it through fifteen pushups before he flipped over and did twenty sit ups. Looking up, there was still a couple minutes left on the clock. Roderich heaved a sigh and gave up. There was still a week until the audition for him to prepare.

The following days, Roderich went to classes, and did his routine of exercises, feeling sore for the first few days, but after that, Roderich began building up muscle. Exercising regularly while working and finishing papers that had been assigned over the summer left Roderich with little time to be bored-or remember. Of course he didn't forget what had happened, but now it wasn't as prevalent as before, not as consuming. He could now think about the incident without feeling like he was drowning. He sighed, shaking his head to clear the unpleasant of thoughts. He still had work to do.