HELLO EVERYONE!
This new story is in the Modern style with Alpha and Omega's themed as well. Now, this will be my first Alpha/Omega style themed writing so please be patience as I did some research but I also like to try new things and change some stuff up to make it a little more interesting than normal.
This story was written as I was deeply inspired by author LisaLisa87 for her fanfic story, "Costumes and Romance (Reader x Doflamingo)". It is an incredible story and I love it so much! So, with coming up with my own little tale, I hope you enjoy this chapter and if interested please go check out hers!
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It was a busy night as you stood behind the bar of the strip club you worked at. Fridays being just as busy as Saturdays but for you. All I cared about was to make enough money to pay for this month electricity bill. Beside knowing how to bartend, you were also one of the strippers. Only this was my weekend job, while having to keep this a secret from my full day time job at some prestigious company dealing with insurance and other amenities. The company also had a high publicity being in multiple magazines, advertisements, and have a priority rule not to embarrassed the company. Meaning if they found out I stripped, I would be fired. Hence it was why I kept it such a tight lip secret from everyone.
My job at the company was to be their financial analyst, also extra bookkeeping, and tax manager. Oh yes, it was a lot of work that needed to be done especially being there for two years. Well, I still was paid as an assistant on the first level only because I was an omega. YEP! That's right! An omega! And a bunny too! Here I am, a bunny omega doing the work of three people with no help, and barely being paid enough for any damn bills I have. Everyone there was biased, as I often get rude remarks from the other female alphas that work there, but then again everyone at the company was an alpha. But that didn't stop myself from working my ass off so hard to get where I'm at. I weren't going to roll belly up and be weak, and I wouldn't be scared of them as I will use my smarts against them and achieve anything to get what I wanted.
Until reality sets in, when my parents die after my first Christmas in college at age eighteen, had to strip through college to pay for all my classes to get my bachelor's degree, get a shit job, and in student debt. And then my only family member alive was my grandmother who has severe stage of Alzheimer's, and couldn't remember her own granddaughter who pays for her special home that the monthly payments were eating a large hole from Bunny's small wallet.
Oh yeah, my name was Bunny. My deceased parents thought it would be cute since I was a small bunny when I was born. There have been many times I hated this name from being picked on when I was younger, and even at this biased company that pays me shit, I had even more ungrateful alpha's pick on me here too. But I was no soft rabbit. Being an Omega, I was only given certain things as were considered for breeding than actually hard-working employees. Even at the strip club I was never going to let my second gender as an Omega get to me so I work hard and keep my mind sharper than any person I come across. No family to rely on for help, in debt, and working a shit job with stripping on the side.
Yeah, my life was just where I wanted to be at age 23.
Placing the glass, I wiped clean on the shelf, I turned around to see one of the strippers Jewelry Bonney walk up.
"What can I get you Jewel?" I casually ask, not really caring for her.
Jewelry Bonney aka Jewel was one of the club strippers with a huge craving for food and then throwing it back up. A club favorite as she literally wears nearly nothing without some fake jewels or the real thing while also literally walking around practically nude in six-inch heels, and with her enormous fake breast out everywhere. She has a seriously snobbish attitude while loving food, money, dick, and food. Try and steal her snacks and she will break your nose. Bonney wasn't really liked by the others, but she did her job well, and pulled in a crowd. Especially being a beta that she was with dyed wolf ears and tail to match her fake color pink hair.
Slapping down a fifty, "Gimmie a plate of hot wings, cheesy sticks and two frozen margaritas."
Grabbing the bill, I put the order in, giving her the change as she walked off. Rolling your eyes, I grabbed the pitcher from the blender as I began to make her drinks. Once I measured out all the drinks, I turned your back from the bar as I spit in the pitcher.
"Does your customer know you spit in their drinks?"
Spinning around I saw a very large grin on a face of man with odd looking pink glasses where I couldn't see his eyes, tan skin on a very muscular frame, sunny short blonde hair with large blonde cats' ears on top of his head each with gold earring one on each ear. On his extremely tall, large frame was a black suit with a soft pink silk shirt that was open showing his large pectorals open for all to see, and a very large pink feather coat hanging off his shoulders. The man had his hand on the bar top grinning like a mad man which made me push my lips together in a mock pout as I continued to make the drink.
"Only to my shit customers Kitten," I replied coolly.
"Kitten!" the man exclaimed before through his head back laughing. Voice deep and thick as my core twitched from his deep voice as I watched him lower his head with his arms both on the counter with his grin even wider. "Fu fu fu fu fu! That's good sweetheart, never heard that before."
"Probably not to your face," I grumbled sweetly place the pitcher on the blender and hit start. Once done, I poured it into two glasses, giving it to another stripper telling her its Jewels and then turned the Cheshire Cat. "What can I get you, Kitten?"
Grin even wider showing some serious pearly white teeth while take a sip of my water bottle that I kept from behind the bar, "How's the wine selection here?"
"Pfft!" Turning my head as I nearly spit on the poor man and trying to calm yourself from your uncontrolled laughter.
"What's so funny?" his chin rested on his hand still grinning.
"If I actually sold you wine from here, you would have one hell of a stomach ache. We haven't sold any type of wine in this club in over three years. What else can I get you?" Crossing my arms under your small chest in the tight black seamless fishnet halter dress I wore.
"How about something you enjoy?"
"Me?" Pointing to myself as he nodded, making me giggle which made my bunny tail wiggle. Leaning against the bar, getting really close to the man as I grinned back, "I don't think you would like the super sugary drinks like I do. I have a HUGE sweet tooth." The man laughed under his breath never losing his grin. "How about a dry gin martini with an orange twist around two olives?"
"That sounds wonderful," he replied. "Shaken. Please." He purred at the end.
Grinning yourself as I boop his nose with my French manicure as I began to make his drink. I softly smile as I hope he leave would leave a nice tip as the large glass fishbowl with the club's name on it was filled pretty nicely to the rim. My dress was almost see through thin; you can see the black lace underwear underneath but also; I love my ass. It was the one thing I can turn to let the man see with my cute tail wiggle around at the top then slowly move down in between my ass crack. I also had great control to twirl, flick, and stroke a mans face. When I dance on stage, if a guy got close to my ass to put a bill in my thin G-string to stroke the man's hand and face which many loves. Unlike some other rabbits which their tail was round, mine resembled that of a deer but still had its lovely fluff to it with the underside a lighter pink than the top.
Back to my job, I placed all the ingredients into the shaker with the shaker placed over the lid. I grasped the metal tin as I began to shake the mixture knowing my breasts were moving around which he had to enjoy to see. I mean, his grin turned hungry like any man seeing any set of breasts jump about. Once done, I reached over, pushing the sliding ice box lid to the side as I grabbed a chilled martini glass. Swiftly moving in a fluid motion, I placed the glass on top of a napkin, removing the metal lid as I strained the clear liquid in front of him gracefully moving higher with the pour until it ran out. Then I took a long wooden tooth pick to stab two olives from my container that held other fruits in its compartment. From there I take an orange and you gently carved out part of the peel, twisting it, and delicately wrapped around the olives. Once done, I slowly pushed the drink to the man before me.
"Here you go sir," I sweetly smiled as he picked up the glass.
"Fu fu fu ~ Looks delicious, just like you," I laughed as if I haven't heard that before.
"Good one Kitten," I replied as I smirked leaning on the bar with my hands and arms resting on the bar behind me as I watched him take the toothpick off the glass and down the drink. Slowly I watched as his long tongue wrap around the olives and orange peel. Pulling it slowly off the wooden pick into his mouth. "Nice trick."
Chuckling deep as he chewed with a closed lip smirk then swallowing, "I have plenty more tricks up my sleeves, my dear. I can show you sometime."
"I don't fuck customers, Jewel does that. She will be back on stage in ten minutes if you want to ask her," my smile dropped as I gave a dead calm look at him. He still had that damn grin on his face. Wonder if his cheeks hurt from smiling so much? "That will be fifteen dollars, Kitten."
Giving me a mock pout, "Oh that's sad. Would have loved to take a bite out of you." Again, the grin was back showing those sharp canines of his.
"I bite too, but no thanks," I grinned back showing my tiny little sharp canines. And when I say I bite, I bite. As adorable as I look, I enjoy scratching and marking up the person I sleep with. Then again, it's been a year since I fucked someone, and I'm not about to whore myself out.
"Fu fu fu fu fu!" More laughter was made from deep within in throat as I seemed to amuse him. Kind of my job to amuse my customers, he was no different from the rest of the scum that comes here.
"Joker!" Turning my attention away from my guest to see my boss walking up with his arms open. Chubby short man with a goatee, top of his head was bald with Racoon ears/tail, and dressed in black suit with an obnoxious yellow satin button up shirt with white stripes.
Joker?
My eyebrow raised in confusion as I watched my guest stand up turning to my boss with his grin still in place. "Joker so good of you to visit us!" Your boss exclaimed with joy.
"Just doing my job Lawrence, fu fu fu. You have a lovely bartender in your service," so called 'Joker' man turned to me. I gave a condescending smile and wiggled my fingers at him to see his shoulder and chest move from him chuckling.
"Ah yes! Bunny is one of my best employees! So hard working, I'd be lost without her," Your boss praised you but again it was true.
There was time in the club money wasn't coming in and certain financial claims weren't being made. I helped get the club back on its feet, maybe forged some numbers along with some documents. I have a small how you say hustle on the side here at the club; I helped with taxes, getting some people with food stamps, and others things I could do. I learned a lot of things in college about financial money making, documents on taxes, and other government info that certain things could be forged and make some money on the side. Now, I do super small stuff just shortening some numbers here and there on some things only to make it look reasonable to anyone who has better knowledge than what I can't already do. Nothing insanely difficult, that's when the feds start to show up and I try and keep it low key as I could.
Trust me, its not something I enjoy but an extra two or three hundred helps with food and bills sometimes. Most of the girls here I do their taxes for them, the clubs, along with helping keep up with maintenance in this place. Ordering glasses when Julie isn't around looking after her three kids, she was mostly the second manager who orders all the drinks, food, glasses, and other items we sell here for our guest. I think I help out once or twice a month with that. Again, being here for some long, I can help out without getting yelled at for doing something that could affect the books. Then again, I also help keep that organized as well.
Gotta make money because anything I need isn't for free. Everything has a price and strings attached to it. Well, maybe not food, but you can understand what I mean.
"Oh really?" Joker seemed intrigued by this as he stared at me or well looking in my direction. Can't see where his eyes were looking at behind those shades.
"Just doing my job sir," I replied to Lawrence.
"Oh yes, you do a wonderful job my dear. I hope you were extra gracious with our special guest tonight?" My boss giving me a look making sure I wasn't sassy with the man.
"Oh no she was extremely wonderful Lawrence, makes one hell of a martini," Again giving a sassy smile as I couldn't care less about him and his comments. He still hasn't paid or tipped yet either.
Prick.
"Anyway Joker, lets head to the back for our meeting as I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," my boss interrupting and trying to usher the man away.
"No, not long at all. Let's go," Joker responded as he followed Lawrence to the back office probably. As I watched 'Kitten' or 'Joker' walk away as I glared at his back for not leaving a tip or paid.
I grabbed another glass turning from the club to dry an already dry glass to then look up at the mirror that was behind the glass shelves. I wasn't exactly skinny, just naturally thin with a small figured waist. My breasts were perky but also small to fit into B size cup, or well almost. Skin was pale as I naturally burn if I stay out too long, standing about five foot two, yet with these stripper heels I stood at five foot eight with the extra six inches. My hair was long in curls falling down below my hips in a fairy tale pink color with my bunny ears and tail being the same color and the inside a bit darker. My eyes were frost blue, a very like color behind my black thick glasses at the top and glass on the bottom. I was wearing them today as my contacts tore and waiting for the new set to come in at the eye doctor. Wearing a hot pink lipstick color that I got from the dollar store with dark smokey eyeshadow making eyes color seem brighter. Besides my skimpy dress, I wore comfortable thick wedge heels behind the bar as I wasn't going to do much dancing at all tonight, and most don't usually look at my shoes behind the bar. To me, I looked pretty enough to fit in, but I wasn't gorgeous. Nor do I have any surgeries or fake implants like some of the women here to amp up their appearance. Small breasts are nice too, besides all the talk I heard from the other strippers about their back hurting from their chest. I can't help but laugh at them.
"Excuse me miss," I jumped startled by deep voice to turn around to see another tall gentleman standing behind me. There was a tall, light-skinned, lean, yet muscular man with short dark hair, a beard, sideburns, and sunglasses. From his sideburns on, his facial hair grew horizontally. On his cheek it grew downwards with a pointed end. He wore a white knee-length trench coat that had a quilted design which stopped just below his waist (where the coat then had a plain design), along with two black pockets slightly above the chest on either side. Under the coat he wore a mauve-colored shirt with a purple-colored ascot embedded with a red jewel, with a golden-yellow outline at the top in the tie. He also wore black-colored gloves. Flat against his head looked to be two black wolf ears and his tail I guess hidden under his coat.
"Yes, can I help you?" I asked as this man seriously snuck on me and was getting a creepy vibe.
"I was told to give this to you by my boss," the man pulled from behind his back was a gold money clip with a smiley face with the left side having a line go through it. And the money clip was also holding from what I could see a few hundred-dollar bills.
I slowly reached out and took the clip and money as I flipped through to find out that there was four hundred dollars here. Looking back up at the gentleman I spoke confused, "The drink was only fifteen dollars?"
"My boss replied liking your service and to keep the clip. Good day miss," the man replied then walking away as I still stood there still confused why someone would tip $385 for a $15 drink.
Then it hits.
The blonde!
My jaw dropped shocked that he would give such a tip. Looking over at the clip as it was an unusual design, simple but still something I wouldn't see every day. Taking the money out as I placed it in the bowl with my other tips and the clip in my purse under the bar. As the night went by, I didn't see the blonde 'Kitten' leave the club, probably out the back. Night soon passed till the early morning of six a.m. I changed into a pair of skinny jeans, converse, and very large black/pink camo hoodie with Victoria Secret logo on the front which fell below my ass cheeks. Hair up in a ponytail and I left with the other strippers to head home to rest with my purse filled with my tips and the money clip.
Not knowing the hidden strings that were attached to it.
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THANK YOU ALL FOR READING! This will probably be a slow update story but I hope to write more on this tale. Again, I do work 45 hour weeks at work due to short staff that we have due to Covid and almost no help on my side of where I work. BUT! Again I am working on the second chapter so there may also be another update but please be patience, I only help so much free time when I am not dead tired from work to type up my work.
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Thank you again to LisaLisa87 as her incredible story "Costumes and Romance (Reader x Doflamingo)" story inspired me to write this. Go check out her story it's AMAZING!
Again, thank you all my readers and hope you all have a great day!