Page 4 of Bend Me Over

Any date I’ve gone on, they expected sex. Or expect it to lead to something exclusive. For me to be their Omega and have their babies.

I’m not against kids, I love them. I’d love to have a few of my own. I’d just like to get to know someone first before signing my life over to them.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to just go off my scent blockers and actively search for my scent match.

Still, that doesn’t guarantee the Alpha I end up destined for is a good person.

That's why the arrangement I have going for myself works.

For the past few years, I’ve had a bit of a side job working at a members exclusive sex club called The Nest.

It started off as a means for some easy extra cash because teachers don’t get paid enough.

The Nest isn’t your typical sex club, and it’s not exactly a BDSM club. We describe it as more of a sophisticated gloryhole club.

Yup. You heard me right. Gloryhole. And no, not the stick your dick in a hole to be sucked kind of place, although that is one of the stations. It’s so much more.

It’s a place where you can go and get the kind of attention you crave, or the release you need without the awkward meet and greats, or worrying about a second date.

I love that I can go there, get some of the best sex of my life, have fun, and try new things. At the end of the day, I can leave not knowing a single person there, and they have no idea who I am.

For the most part, the stations give access to your lower half, keeping your chest up hidden. There’s only one station whereyou have the potential of finding out one's identity, that would be the spanking bench.

It just so happens to be one of my favorite stations.

It’s called the spanking bench, but that's not what it’s used for. At least not on the floor I work on.

The Nest has many different floors for all kinds of pairings, and one dedicated to BDSM as well.

No, I like the bench because of how it’s set up. On your stomach, legs and arms strapped down, giving Alpha’s full access to share me. One taking my pussy, sometimes even my ass while I get to pleasure another with my mouth.

Having two men come undone for me is a power trip all on its own.

I know there's a chance that I’ve had sex with someone I work with, or even a student's father. It’s a risk I take every time I work a shift at The Nest.

But luck has been on my side, and as far as I know, I haven’t. At least no one has brought it to my attention.

I hope it stays that way. The last thing I need is everyone at school finding out.

I don’t have any plans to stop working at The Nest any time soon. It’s good money, a good time and I love it.

If I got into a relationship or met my scent match, then of course I would. Why would I want to have sex with anyone else if I found the person, or persons, for me?

I want a pack, I want kids, I want a happily ever after. That was always the end goal.

But for now, I’m happy to keep living the way I have been.

It takes me a good five minutes of bitching out loud to myself before I feel relaxed enough to drive.

Pressing Sienna’s number on my car screen, I call her, needing to vent.

“Hey, babe. You just leaving school now?”

“Yes.” I sigh. “Are you still good for that drink?”

“Yeah, of course. James is working late, so I have an hour or two. Are you okay?’

“No,” I growl.