Broken Dreams (Unhingedverse)
Broken Dreams: Chapter 2

QUINN

“The boss needs you,” Star says. I have no idea what her real name is, we don’t ever use them. I hold tightly to mine in my mind, because that and the boys I lost as a kid are the only things from my past I remember.

Losing them means another piece of me is lost in the wind.

“Okay,” I rasp. I rarely speak anymore, not unless it’s at the end of the day to Linus. He’s the only one who gets my words willingly these days, because the clients who walk through Slick Dreams’ doors don’t visit for that purpose.

Dressed in a two piece midnight blue lingerie set, I walk through the club to Bret’s office. There are private rooms at the club, and he’s very specific about what he wants in a location as we move from place to place. Somehow, it’s never the same area, constantly changing to make it difficult to follow us.

The group orgy nights are once a month from what I can keep track of, and he plans and monetizes when we go into heat. Bret Harris is very particular about ensuring everything makes him money, and those that don’t, he reminds us daily of those costs.

Knocking on his office door, I wait for him to yell for me to walk inside. The club is opening soon, and I was ensuring everything was ready. I don’t do it out of the goodness of my heart since I doubt I have one of those most days.

I simply don’t want to be punished if something isn’t right.

“Come in!” Bret roars, forcing me to take a settling breath. The alpha is cruel, rarely fair, and calculating. He still makes me nervous, even though I’ve been here for the past sixteen years.

Opening the door, I walk inside. No matter where the club sets up next, there’s always space for an office. It’s a place for him to take meetings if necessary or hide so someone else is forced to make sure everything is in place. The omegas here look to me to do that, so I do.

I wait patiently to see why he wanted me to come here. The less I talk to him, the better. It may be petty, but sometimes I go months without speaking to him. Bret used to punish me for it, until he realized outside of a scream or two, I wouldn’t speak to him then either.

“There you are,” he grunts. “Glad someone is doing what they’re supposed to do today.”

I force myself not to react to his words, because he’s simply complaining. As long as I stay still, he won’t get pissed off. Hopefully.

Bret is a weak-willed alpha who makes an exorbitant amount of money from the omegas he owns. His business plan of a “floating” club that doesn’t stay anywhere for longer than a week at a time, keeping him ahead of the law as well. That is, if anyone gives a shit about the lost souls.

I doubt anyone remembers who I used to be anymore.

“We’re opening in a few minutes, and I was going to have you dance tonight, but I changed my mind,” Bret continues. “Alpha Sanchez is dropping in.”

Christian Sanchez is a regular of Slick Dreams. The alpha is beautiful, never cruel, and always asks for me when he visits. Bret is very interested in keeping his regulars happy since he gives them a list of where the club will be a month in advance.

It’s risky, but it allows them to plan around their work trips or schedules so they can get their kinky sex fix in.

“He wants to see you with Linus,” the boss says. “I was also looking at the calendar, Makayla, and it’s been almost four months since your last heat. I’m going to begin sending out announcements to sell out your next one.”

My stage name no longer grates against my skin the way it used to, but his words do. As our heats belong to this man, he plans out the best ways to make money from that as well. While some sex clubs cater to those with a pregnancy kink, Bret doesn’t want to deal with the consequences post-pregnancy or the hormone swings.

Those women also rarely get to keep their children after the pregnancy, and the babies are sold to the highest bidder. It’s a disgusting practice, but the reason Bret doesn’t want to deal with it is because of the intense depression that often comes afterward for those omegas who lose their children.

Instead, every omega who works for Bret is on birth control injections that also keep our heats from coming and dull our senses. It means we’ll never know if our scent match ever enters the club, but we will still be under the thrall of alpha pheromones. On the flip side, alphas know that they can’t claim any omegas whose biology states may belong to them.

It’s intensely fucked up.

Giving him an incline of my head so he knows I heard him, I stand mutely to see if there’s anything else. My heartbeat is thundering against my ribs, the blood roaring in my ears. I hate thinking about my heat because it’s always an awful experience. These alphas don’t give a shit about me, and my heat is something Bret insists on being in attendance for so the alphas don’t kill me with their ruts.

He’s in charge of making sure I at least get sips of water during it. It’s his one exception to protecting me because the money overrides everything else.

“That was all,” he says, shrugging when he sees he’s not going to get a rise from me. “You know what your client likes. Go get Linus and get ready.”

Glancing at my lingerie set, I nod. I’m going to need to change, take my hair out of the braids they’re currently in, and hope I can twist them into curls instead. Fuck, Alpha Sanchez doesn’t like it when I wear this much makeup either.

Turning, I walk quickly out to replace Linus, knowing Bret is no longer my concern. My mind is on making sure I’m ready for my next client. I don’t mind catering to what Alpha Sanchez wants.

He’s not cruel, and surprisingly prefers to watch Linus and I fuck each other as he fists his cock. I can almost pretend the omega and I are alone together until the alpha decides to join us. Even then, Linus and I are so aroused after coming with each other, we’re up for almost anything.

While Bret doesn’t insist on health screenings from his clients for STIs, only those who show paperwork of their clean bill of health are able to go bare with us. Otherwise, there are condoms to be found in all the private rooms and main area during the free for all nights. Bret also has us screened every few weeks to make certain that we haven’t picked up something from our clients.

It’s a sobering thought, but one we have to live with since this is our life. There’s so many other things we all do to ensure we’re ready for clients. It ranges from drinking enough water to eating fruit and exercising despite not having much room. All the different factors are enough to make me scream if I allow myself to dwell on any of it for very long.

So I don’t.

Seeing Linus, I grab his hand, jerking my head to the side for him to follow me. Interested, he follows me calmly, though the squeeze of his hand in mine reminds me he’s also very good at acting. Our job is to give alphas whatever fantasy they’re looking for, regardless of who they are.

Escaping into the makeshift dressing room area, I replace that we’re alone since everyone else is already ready and waiting for the doors to open.

The term “dressing room” gives the illusion that we have any privacy. The reality is that it’s all open with multiple mirrors so we can get ready.

Linus’ deep leaf green eyes follow me as I drop his hand and I begin to take out my braids. I unwind them as carefully as I can so I can easily curl the pieces that want to be difficult.

“Should I assume our plans for tonight have changed?” he asks. His blonde hair is perfectly styled, his bangs flicked up off his forehead. He’s absolutely gorgeous.

Sighing, I nod as I continue with the other braid.

“Sanchez,” I state, as if that explains everything, because it does.

Linus is dressed in leather pants, his abs on display, along with the deep vee of his hips. He’s thin and powerful, made that way from proper exercise and dancing with me every morning. It’s one of the things Bret doesn’t mind that we do, since the results are that our bodies are in perfect shape.

Passing by me to pull out a one piece, purple lingerie set that cups my breasts perfectly and is crotchless, I breathe in deeply to allow his scent of molasses and sweet tea to settle me. Linus always seems to know exactly what I need, tries to be within reach as much as possible despite our obstacles.

He’s an old soul at thirty years old, and I swear I could drown in the depths of his eyes. He’s been here for ten years. I swear it’s always been this easy between us, though.

“Someone forgot to unplug the curling iron,” he mutters, shaking his head as he pushes the button up on it to turn it back on. “In their defense, it’s still warm, so they were in a hurry.”

I’m almost positive I know who it was, because Bret has a way of making that girl late several times a week. Alisa is his new favorite fucktoy unfortunately, though she hasn’t done anything to deserve it. The omega is simply the newest addition to his collection, a replacement to his menagerie of omegas after an alpha paid him to fuck Gracie to death.

“Breathe, my girl,” Linus whispers, beginning to curl my hair. The reminder makes me force air into my lungs as I nod. It’s dangerous to remember those who have died while in Bret’s care. “Does Alpha Sanchez want the both of us or just you?”

I wouldn’t have dragged him with me if it was just me, but Linus is absurdly good at helping me get dressed. Bret wouldn’t typically even think twice about my asking the omega for help because he’s so good with a curling iron and makeup.

Linus told me once he had younger sisters who enjoyed playing dress up, so he learned for them. It’s sweet, and a memory I hope he cherishes. He was kidnapped off the street walking home from studying late at the campus library. Bret immediately bought him at auction, and he’s been with us ever since.

I can’t help but feel that he was lucky not to have been bought by someone else, even though Slick Dreams isn’t a walk in the park by any means.

I didn’t get bought by Bret until I was eighteen. I refuse to think about the years before that.

“Both of us,” I say softly, knowing he’ll have to change as well.

Alpha Sanchez will want him to wear a pair of boxers, a robe, and nothing else. I have a robe as well just for when he comes in, because there’s no other reason for me to have one. Modesty dies a quick death here. He says he doesn’t like to share what belongs to him, even if it is just for the night.

This is why I like it when he’s here. I have no one else I need to listen to except him, no other eyes trailing down my body since I’m locked away with him. I want to please him, enjoy how he makes me feel.

Squeezing my thighs together, I shiver as I perfume. Fuck, that’s embarrassing. I can feel Linus’ smile as his lips press against my neck as he finishes helping me with my hair.

“You don’t have to hide with me,” he whispers in my ear.

“I know,” I whisper back, turning to gaze at myself critically as he steps away from me. Picking up a makeup removal pad, I soak it in micellar cleansing water to take off my makeup.

Linus treats me to the delicious view of his ass as he changes, making me smirk. Peeking over at me, he looks smug as he pulls on a pair of boxers and a robe. I appreciate his efforts at levity, since I rarely get them otherwise.

Quickly, I change up my makeup so I’m wearing much less, and it appears more natural. My baby blue eyes are fringed with nude eyeshadow, my cheeks get a touch of pink blush, and I finish off with a hint of lip gloss. My eyelashes are naturally long, and Christian’s thick cock always makes my eyes water so I forego any type of mascara.

Standing, I pull off my lingerie set for the one piece waiting for me, and then put on the black robe.

“Perfect,” Linus murmurs, his gaze heating.

Suddenly, all I can smell is him, and I can feel my lids begin to hood. If things were different, we could happily be with each other forever and run away. The unfortunate reality is how many guards we’d have to go through in order to make that happen.

“Thank you,” I say instead.

Moving together, my hair seems to have a life of its own as it moves over my body. When I’m naked, it tends to cover too much of me, which annoys the clients. Alpha Sanchez enjoys the look, and the way my hair slides over his body when he finally breaks free of his control to fuck me.

Linus’ fingers tangle in mine as we walk out of the dressing room to meet the guard who will walk us to the room where the alpha will join us.

“He has you for the night,” the guard grunts as he opens the door to the private room.

Linus and I walk through to begin our night with each other, knowing the alpha likes to smell our arousal in the air when he arrives.

Time to ourselves? Sign me the fuck up.

LINUS

This woman is stunning. Her long blonde hair is a mass of curls with a life of their own as she pulls the belt of her robe. Her gaze is mischievous now that it’s just us, her lips full and pouty as she lets the fabric slip off her shoulders and down her body.

Alpha Sanchez will want to see her in the lingerie she chose for him so I can’t take it off with my teeth quite yet. Following her lead, I allow my robe to drop to the floor as well, my feet closing the short distance between us as my hand slides into her silken curls.

“Fancy meeting you here,” I tease her softly, my lips dropping to capture hers.

The light sigh as I kiss her and the slow uncoiling of anxiety inside of her is telling. Makayla doesn’t talk very much, but her body says so much to me. What’s most impressive is the fact that she’s able to dupe so many others into believing the lie that she can’t be fucked with.

She’ll do her job, make her marks think they’re the most important people in the world to her. She sells desire, arousal, and sex appeal, which is why Bret is not so secretly enamored with her. It’s disgusting, and sometimes she manages to make him so enraged that he’ll beat her just to hear her scream.

All because she refuses to speak otherwise.

This beautiful, infuriating, intelligent omega makes me insane, even while my cock weeps for her. It’s when she whimpers for me that my hands grab the globes of her ass on display in the thong back of her lingerie, lifting her so her legs can wrap around my back.

The benefit of moving locations so often is that Bret is too cheap to install cameras in all the private rooms. He thinks it’s enough to have a guard outside the door. For safety purposes, it probably is, but it means I can enjoy Makayla the way I want.

Feet moving toward the bed in the center of the room, I climb onto it with her in my arms. Sleeping as we travel so much means we often sleep on rough pallets and blankets, so these silk sheets are a treat. Everything about being Bret’s little omegas is typically rough.

It’s why Makayla and I cling so tightly to the good things.

“Will you be a good girl and scream for me?” I ask, kissing her again.

Her legs drop to either side of me, effectively releasing their tight grip around my waist so I can kiss down her neck.

“Linus,” she whispers, making my cock jerk. Fuck, I want her to scream my name so badly.

“Tell me all about it,” I beg, moving on to suck her rosy nipples through the lacy cups. Fuck. The noises she’s making as she mewls for me is almost as good as her words.

I can’t ask for more even if I want it. I always meet her where she’s at. It’s why I’m her person, a place of honor I treasure.

My hands continue to massage her breasts, my fingers refusing to give her mercy as I pinch and twist her nipples. Her fingers claw at the sheets, her head thrown back as she moans.

“You smell like lilacs and finespun sugar,” I groan, kissing and nipping down her body.

Arriving at the apex between her thighs, I thrust my nose over her barely covered pussy. If I was an alpha I’d be growling, though as it is, I’m close to losing my mind. She smells fucking delicious. Pushing her thighs open so the crotchless section of her panties gapes wide for me, I drag my tongue over her glistening pussy.

Makayla’s so wet the slick clings to my tastebuds, and my eyes roll back as I groan. Allowing myself to breathe her in, I lick and suck at her clit, my fingers pushing inside of her tight pussy.

“Ahh,” she moans, her walls clenching down on me. I need her to come before I fuck her. My cock is thick and curved, and while I know she can take me without any prep, I’m a gentleman for her.

The door behind us opens almost silently, the soft sound of shoes stepping along the carpet. Bret doesn’t skimp on cleanliness for his clients, and it’s an added benefit for us that he’s so diligent so the older scents don’t fuck with our sensitive noses.

As omegas who trade sex and their bodies for the pleasure of others, we don’t get essential things like nests or private spaces. It’s a difficult transition for those who come here after being free for any length of time after they’ve presented, which is why Bret has a preference for buying younger omegas and then keeping them for as long as possible.

I had a very difficult time with this transition since he bought me at auction when I was twenty-two years old. It helped that my heats are spread out almost clinically, and that Makayla and I hit it off so quickly. I needed someone to focus on in order to not spiral into a depressive state.

Sink or swim has never been more real as a sex worker.

“There are my omegas,” Alpha Sanchez growls, the door closing and locking quietly behind him.

His voice feels like a real entity as it slides across my skin. Makayla whimpers, her body twisting until she’s on her hands and knees presenting for him. The action pulls my fingers free, and I shove them into my mouth to lick them clean. My free hand pulls down my boxers so I can kick them off, my asshole already slicking, the cream sliding out of me as I moan.

God, all we need is to hear his voice, and our bodies react to him.

“Make her come, Linus,” he says, collapsing into the waiting chair.

Eager to please him, I grab her ass to spread her wide, my tongue licking her from hole to hole before pushing it as deep as I can into her pussy. I know I won’t be able to hit her g-spot with my tongue, but Makayla still holds tightly to the sheets, her cheek against them as she attempts to replace more friction against my face.

Alpha Sanchez opens his pants, pulling out his thick, coke bottle sized cock, using the precum already leaking from the crown as lube as he begins to fuck his hand as he watches us. His dark hair is styled in waves off his forehead, his amber colored eyes already hooded. He hasn’t been here in a while, so I’m glad he decided to drop by. He’s been a client here for at least ten years, before I even got here.

His size is the reason I need to make Makayla come first, and I know by her twitching thighs that she’s close. Twisting to lay on my back, I pull her firmly onto my face. Shamelessly, she sits up, her hips grinding over my tongue as her head drops back.

“So fucking beautiful together,” Alpha Sanchez groans, and I know he notices the way my thighs clench together. “So needy, too.”

The scent of molasses and candied flowers is thick in the air as I suck Makayla off, and I can hear the alpha pulling off his clothes. Somehow, I’m surprised when his large hands move over my thighs, and his lips wrap around my cock.

Usually, he’s content to watch, but he’s impatient tonight. It’s fine by me, I hate being edged. His presence feels incredibly large when he’s in the room, and in another life I can imagine what it would be like to stand in a crowd with him. I bet he’d command attention even then.

His satisfied moan as he sucks me down forces my hips to thrust up, but I’m unable to go far as he pins me down. My fingers press deeper into Makayla’s skin, and I seek solace in making her cream over my face. There’s nowhere for her to go, even as she twists and thrusts her hips over my tongue.

“Linus,” she screams, and the alpha and I both shudder at the single word as I make her come for me.

I’ll do anything for her words. They’re like a drug to me.

CHRISTIAN

Makayla’s scream is the equivalent of an aphrodisiac to me, that one word making my eyes roll back as I purr for her. I wouldn’t be surprised if the patrons of Slick Dreams believe her to be mute because she never speaks.

I don’t even get her words unless the male omega is with me. I can make her come, but all I get is a whimper, a moan, never words. These are the moments that I keep coming back for.

I’m addicted.

Pulling my mouth off Linus’ cock, I climb onto the bed to steal Makayla from him. I didn’t plan to stop off here tonight at all, and I’ll be dragging ass at my meeting tomorrow. It doesn’t matter though.

I need to see, smell, taste, and fuck them. It’s been two months since I’ve been here. Work has been busy, but a part of me has been feeling guilty that I keep coming back. I can’t set them free, not until I’m able to set the perfect trap.

Even then, I’m selfish. I want to bind them both to me, my mate bite making them mine. My sense of morals are fucked, which is what brought me running back here tonight.

“Linus, come here,” I demand, kissing Makayla’s soft lips as I rock her over my cock. “Fuck, you’re soaked, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

Her baby blue eyes are slit with desire as her fingers curl around my shoulders. I love when I get to make her lose her carefully crafted persona and she marks me with her nails, sometimes even biting me without breaking the skin. I know she does things for my pleasure as she would for any other client, but there are moments that are real.

I refuse to be the idiot mark who falls in love with two omegas who are simply doing their job. That would be really dumb of me…right?

My hand grabs her ass as I pull my lips from hers, my other arm hooking around Linus’ shoulders to drag him toward me for a kiss.

“Want a taste?” he teases me, his gaze mischievous and sexy.

“Yeah,” I murmur.

Nothing is ever easy with these two, though. Linus pushes Makayla onto her back, his head ducking down to eat her pussy while she’s sprawled over my lap. His thumbs spread her wide as he cleans her up, only for her to whimper as more slick slides out of her cunt to cover his chin and my dick.

Cheekily, Linus drags his tongue as much over my cock as he does over her slick cunt, smirking as I begin breathing hard. I need to be inside of them very soon, the only thing keeping me where I am is my tight control.

I’ve already broken so many of my own rules, I’m on the struggle bus today.

“Linus,” I grit out, my fingers curling around Makayla’s thighs to slowly impale her on my cock. Even as she gasps, I hold tightly to my control. I don’t want to fucking hurt her. “Fuck, you feel so good. I can’t go two months without seeing you again.”

“I didn’t realize it was so long,” Linus murmurs on the verge of a pout.

“Won’t happen again,” I promise, my hand moving to wrap around his throat and pulling him into a kiss.

Linus thrusts his tongue in my mouth to give me Makayla’s cream, helping her up to sit on my cock without breaking the kiss. My hand tightens around his throat and the male omega groans in pleasure. Meanwhile, Makayla takes me like a champ, riding me and using my cock to make herself come.

Pulling away from Linus, I hold them both close to me.

“Do you want to suck on his cock while you ride mine?” I ask, kissing down her neck as she reaches out to pull Linus toward her mouth.

Knowing I won’t get more of an answer than that from her, I pull down the straps on her lingerie to release her full breasts. Her nipples are already hard enough to cut diamonds, a clear sign that Linus has been torturing them.

I need to have them together, my head dropping back to watch as her puffy lips part to accept the male omega’s cock. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I fuck up into her, enjoying the sounds I’m able to pull from her. Linus’ hand wraps around her neck, his thumb rubbing over her pulse.

It’s an intimate gesture, his gaze intense and adoring as he fucks her face. It may seem as if those are two very distinct things, but not for them. Makayla’s squeezing my cock, begging to milk the cum from it as I thrust deeper inside of her.

Soon, she’s rocking over my knot, swallowing Linus’ cum, and searching for her next orgasm. I want to knot her so fucking badly, but I’m not done playing yet. My hand squeezes Linus’ tight, strong ass, my fingers quickly replaceing his slick and gathering it together to use as lube as I push them inside his asshole.

His head drops back as I kiss Makayla until she’s clinging to me, my knot beginning to stretch her cunt. I’m not worried, between the control we both possess, she won’t allow my knot all the way in without my say so.

We’ve been together for ten fucking years, well that’s how long I’ve been coming to see her as a client. I want to know more, have more than just the time I pay for, and that is what I’ll have as soon as I can.

Every time I come to Slick Dreams, I offer Bret an insane amount of money to buy them both, which he refuses. The dickhead knows that they’re a huge draw to the club, so whenever I can, I come see them. It was wrong to avoid them for the past two months.

It doesn’t help them or me. It’s just getting harder each time to leave.

“Lay back, baby. I want to see how swollen your pretty cunt is around my knot,” I growl.

Biting her lip, she begins to lower herself back, while I lean forward to keep us connected.

“Grab a toy and prep your ass for me,” I tell Linus, my fingers slipping out of his hole.

There’s a cabinet of toys for clients, all of them prepackaged and new.

I have a long night planned for us, little omegas. Hopefully it’s enough for me to hold onto until I can plan their escape. Avoidance isn’t helping, Bret won’t let me buy their freedom, I’ll just have to steal them away.