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May 10th 20xx
Dear Diary,
Is that how I’m supposed to start this thing? Anyway, earlier tonight Olli gave me this nice notebook because we’d been talking after a shift at the club and I told him that sometimes it felt like our lives were a movie or something, that someone should write down all the shit that happens to us.
So I guess I’m going to start with today. I saw one of my regulars, Joel. He’s probably the sweetest, most awkward Alpha I’ve ever met. It’s always a good time with him...
*****
Joonas doesn’t look up from tying his white platform shoes, the ones with black accents, when he hears the door to the changing room open. It’s only when a book is shoved in his face that he lifts his head to see Olli standing there, looking at him expectantly. Joonas looks at the book again and when Olli shakes it emphatically Joonas takes it, flipping through the blank pages with a frown.
“To write your movie scripts.” Olli says by way of an explanation.
“Movies?”
Olli rolls his eyes as he starts disrobing, “You can be so dense sometimes, it’s a good thing you’ve got the looks. It’s to write all the anecdotes that happen in the club. Like you said the other day, there’s a bunch of wild shit going down every day, just like the movies.”
“Ah.” Joonas eyes the notebook uncertainly, “I’ve never kept a diary, you’re the one who’s into all that mindfulness stuff...”
“But you always tell the best stories. And you’re the prettiest, should they ever make the movie.” Olli grins as he slips his thong on.
Joonas huffs. If they ever made a movie, they would not cast an actual sex worker in it, much less an Omega working at a barely legal club. Joonas stuffs the notebook in his locker and goes to stand next to Olli in front of the full-length mirror, eyes skimming both their bodies.
“You’re just as pretty Olliboo, as best a pup as they can ask for.” Joonas says, planting a peck on Olli’s cheek before walking out onto the floor.
As if to prove his point, they immediately hear Tommi trying to placate two Alphas who are arguing for the right to knot Olli. The handler is trying to calmly explain to them that Olli can only see one of them as it’s his last scheduled day of heat, and too many knots would hurt him. Then one of the Alphas slaps more money on the counter, triumphant while the other one snarls before stalking off. Olli is all charm and smiles as he walks up to the winning bidder and leads him down the dimly lit hall to a private room.
Tommi watches them go until the door closes, eyeing the red dot that lights up on his monitor before counting the club’s cut then sets the rest aside for Olli.
“Olli will be glad of the extra cash since it’s his last day taking calls this month” Joonas comments.
“Yeah.” Tommi grunts as he finishes up the transaction, adding absentmindedly, “You have a call with your favourite client in fifteen. Boss expects you on the poles until then.”
“I don’t play favourites.” Joonas says, giving a light punch on Tommi’s arm, but the smile on his face belies his words and Tommi shakes his head as Joonas struts away.
Joonas spots his client as soon as he steps onto the stage. He’s in his usual spot, a big armchair that affords him a view of the dancers, but with a high back and thick sides that hide him from the view of the other patrons. He’s a shy one, which Joonas finds oddly endearing. It’s certainly a nice change from all the loud, entitled Alphas that he usually sees.
Joonas makes sure to give a good show, as much for the shy Alpha as for the regular stripclub patrons. Not everyone is in on the secret that the Omega strippers are available for some one-on-one time when their heat is upon them. The Omegas’ short pole appearances during their week are easily explained away, as Joonas can see for himself again. All of the Alphas had turned towards him, hunger plain on their faces as their nostrils work to inhale the heat-scent. Some seasoned patrons are relaxed, palming themselves through their trousers, while the inexperienced ones are easy to spot, tense and ready to pounce. Thankfully Tommi had taken his post near the stage and his imposing presence is enough to keep everyone in check.
Joonas is sweating under the spotlights, it’s uncomfortable and paired with his heat ramping up, it’s like he’s burning up inside and out. He flicks his hair back and he spins around the pole, body undulating teasingly. His eyes fall on the shy Alpha as he slides down to a crouch, opening his legs wide to show off his shiny red thong, and Joonas feels the first drops of slick slide down his crack just from the way the Alpha is devouring him with his eyes.
Tommi steps up just then, whispering in the Alpha’s ear before catching Joonas’ eye. Tommi escorts the shy Alpha to the side area that leads to the private rooms, and Joonas finishes up his routine by crawling in front of all the Alphas, smiling and purring at them as a multitude of hands reach to tuck money bills under the elastic of his thong.
As he walks to the side area, Joonas gathers the money and hands it over for Tommi to count and cut as he focuses all his attention on his client.
“Joel.” he drawls, letting the name roll off his tongue, “There are only two things I can count on in my life: that my heat will come back every month, and that you will be here to help me through it.”
Joel smiles nervously, handing over a bottle of the flavoured sparkly water Joonas likes, “You’re just saying that.”
“No, I’m not.” Joonas answers, wiping his mouth after taking a few great gulps to cool himself down, “You’re a special kind of Alpha, making sure I have fun too. I appreciate that.”
As he speaks Joonas steps closer and runs a hand up Joel’s arm, looking up at him through his lashes as he bites his bottom lip. Joonas can see Joel gulp visibly, but whatever he was about to say gets cut off.
“If you two could take the flirting and foreplay to room 3, please?”
“Oh Tommi, always so romantic.” Joonas ruffles his hair as he walks by, leading Joel by the hand.
When the door clicks shut behind them the red light above the door turns on, indicating the room is occupied. Tommi will be keeping an eye out, making sure they stay on schedule and checking in to make sure Joonas is doing okay.
Joonas kind of hates that there’s a timer on his appointments with Joel, but he gets it. Joel always gets the basic package, he’s obviously not rich and not here to flash his cash. He just wants to spend time with Joonas, and get his dick wet. And despite time being short, he always starts easy, like today.
“I saw this and it made me think of you.” Joel says as he hands Joonas a small box, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Joonas smirks when he opens it, “What, because I’m an expensive luxury?” he teases, going over to the mirror to put on the dollar-sign earrings.
“No, because of your tattoo.” Joel blushes, “But you are worth every single Euro.”
“I do my best.” Joonas purrs as he sits on Joel’s lap to kiss him.
The kiss heats up quickly, Joel is sliding his big hands over Joonas’ curves, coming to cup his face as their tongues and lips smack together. Gently, Joel starts scratching at Joonas’ scalp, careful not to pull on his curls, just the way Joonas likes. He pulls back and Joonas gets a glimpse of a satisfied smirk before his forehead hits Joel’s shoulder and he lets himself mewl, indulging in this rare coddling. He digs his fingers in Joel’s shirt, kneading ever so slightly and lifts his head to rub against Joel’s stubble, another luxury he rarely allows himself. Joonas knows he’s gonna have to shower before his next client, otherwise they’re going to complain he smells of another Alpha, but it’s worth it, this one monthly instance of satisfying his needs other than being knotted.
After a minute or two of Joel petting him and whispering sweet nothings, Joonas reluctantly pulls back. They have to get to business, Joel did pay for the right to knot him after all, and Joonas would be lying if he said he didn’t want that too. He pulls Joel’s shirt off and lets his hair down from his messy bun, smiling because Joel looks so good, then his deft fingers are working the fly of the Alpha's jeans. Joel lifts his hips to help take the jeans off, then Joonas presses a hand on his chest so Joel moves up the bed.
“So how do you want me, Alpha?” Joonas asks, crawling after him.
“On top. I wanna look at you.”
Joonas smiles again as he wriggles his thong off, pleased with the hungry way Joel is looking at him. He swings a leg over Joel, sitting down on his hips and idly rubbing his ass along Joel’s length. His own small prick is just as hard as Joel’s cock and when Joel reaches to touch him, it disappears entirely in his big hand. Joel fondles his prick and sack until Joonas whines, his body leaking from the tip of his prick and from his hole, dripping down to wet Joel too.
And suddenly Joonas’ heat is full blaze, his skin feels like it’s on fire and his insides are steaming. And the only thing to do is to take Joel, take his knot, splash his cum to douse the flames. Joonas knees up just enough to line Joel up then he sits back in one smooth move, all the way down to the root of his cock. The fullness and stretch tear a sincere moan out of Joonas before he starts eagerly moving.
Joel’s hands are on his hips to begin with, helping him balance and fingers digging into his soft flesh, short nails sure to leave half-moon-shaped indentations. But as Joonas moves up and down, his heat-swollen chest bounces, drawing Joel’s attention. He moves a hand up to cup one of Joonas’ puffy and sensitive omega tits, rubbing his thumb over the nipple, sending zings of pleasure through Joonas.
“Fuck, pup.” Joel curses under his breath, “You’re so beautiful, ah— so fucking perfect.” he stutters as his hands tighten on Joonas’ form.
And he’s heard it all before. Joonas is delicate and prized, even among the dozen or so other dancers at the club. With his round cheeks and pouty lips, his button nose, big blue eyes and his mop of golden curls, his call book always fills up as soon as his heat days are updated. But he likes to hear it all the same, and he suspects the colour on Joel’s face is as much due to the sex they’re having, as to the nerves he always seems to get around Joonas. Like a teenager around his crush. Joonas smiles, it’s cute.
The smile is quickly replaced as Joonas scrunches up his face, his hole catching on Joel’s knot which has started forming. Joonas lets it slide in and out a few more times until Joel pulls him down forcefully, burying himself deep inside Joonas to blow his load, head thrown back on the pillows. Joonas rolls his hips urgently, relishing in the throb of the knot against the burning point inside him until he, too, spills. His small prick can only shoot a couple of drops but Joel eagerly wipes them off his belly to taste, looking up at Joonas through lidded eyes.
Joonas sags on top of Joel, spent, and carefully, the Alpha gathers him and rolls them to the side to wait out the knot. When Joel tilts his face up to kiss him softly, Joonas lets him, high on his orgasm and safe with this Alpha. So much so that he can’t help purring quietly as he tucks his head under Joel’s chin, finger working on his broad, strong chest. Joonas doesn’t usually let his guard down like this, but it feels okay with Joel, he doesn’t feel like he wants to crawl away as soon as he’s been knotted, like is usually the case with most clients.
Joonas can feel the knot has deflated and Joel’s soft cock is slowly slipping out of him, but he doesn’t move. He’ll let the time run out, enjoy this one session that doesn’t leave him wanting, but too soon he’s broken out of his euphoric state.
“Time’s up lovers!” Tommi calls, banging on the door, “Your next client is here and you don’t want to make him wait. It’s Niko.” he says, voice flat.
Joonas whines, pressing closer to Joel for a moment. Having to pull away from him to go to Niko feels like an unfair bargain, the difference between them sure to give him whiplash. Tommi calls for him to be ready in five minutes and Joonas sits up, lips curled down in a frown.
“Hey,” Joel calls softly, squeezing his arm, “you okay, Puppy?”
Joonas sighs before pulling himself together, “Yeah, yeah. It’s just this client is nowhere near as nice as you, so I’m not exactly looking forward to it.”
He could say more, but Joonas stops himself. Joel doesn’t need to know this, doesn’t want to hear his troubles. So Joonas puts on a smile and plants a last kiss on Joel’s cheek before getting up, not bothering to pick his things up, the cleaning staff will see to it. When he reaches for the doorknob, Joel calls his name.
“Yes?” Joonas smiles, turning back with a raised brow.
“Uh, I— just wanted to say… Good luck. And see you next month.” he finishes lamely.
“Looking forward to it.” Joonas replies, stepping out of the room.
*****
You know, thinking back on it, I think Joel wanted to ask me out. I wonder if he’s ever gonna gather the courage to do it, it’s been almost two years since I’ve started seeing him, and I could tell from the beginning he was crushing hard. I’ll probably have to disappoint him though, so I’m not looking forward to that. It would suck to lose my one attentive client.