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A customer farther down the bar swung his head and gave Avery a pointed stare. A greasy smile spread on his lips as he twisted his stool to stare. Avery avoided the stranger’s scrutiny, not willing to interact with anyone he didn’t need to. The fewer people who noticed him, the better.
The fewer people who might point me out in a line-up, the better.
“Oh… yeah. Have a seat. I’ll let him know you’re here,” the bartender said.
Avery eyed the barstool in front of him, unsure he wanted to sit. The salty scent of cum around him was strong. The thought of sitting down wasn’t appealing, as he imagined the sticky mess was on nearly every surface. Eventually, he rested a hip on the seat and tried to appear as casual as possible, with his heart beating a mile a minute.
A prickling sensation spread through him, that feeling he got just before he lost the contents of his stomach. Inhaling didn’t make it better. Besides the scent of bodily fluids, there was also an aroma of stale beer. He wiped the sweat beading on his brow and willed his body to calm. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he fished it out.
His uncle.Again.He’d been due home an hour before.Uncle Gray is gonna be pissed at me. Shit, there’s a lot more he’s going to be pissed about once he finds out what I’ve done.
Avery hit the Dismiss button and shoved it back into his pocket. He’d make his apologies later once he’d finished his business.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
Avery glanced up. The beta from the end of the bar had moved nearer without him noticing. He instinctively drew back and away from the man. “No. No, thank you.”
“Come on,” the beta urged, leaning in and closing the gap he’d made. Avery smelled cigarettes and foul body odor. The desire to vomit hit him once more. “You’re much too handsome an omega to be in a place like this. Especiallyalone.”
The beta reached out and caressed an escaped lock of Avery’s long hair.
Avery snatched the strands away. “Looks havenothingto do withanything. Cruel twists of fate and an unequal balance of power do. Trust me—I wouldn’t be here unless I had to be.” As if a patron in a strip joint was worth the effort to debate on Omega Rights. These men were some of the worst offenders when it came to preying on helpless, exploited omegas.
The beta frowned, blinking a few times as he scrutinized Avery. “No one wants a smart-mouthed omega. Rest on your pretty face, keep your lips closed, and you’ll be just fine.” He chuckled, pausing a moment. “Well, therearecertain times when that pretty mouth of yours should be stretched wide open. I bet you’d look good sucking on something big and fat. I just might have something for you.”
Avery clenched his jaw, knowing there was no point in arguing with the ignorance he was facing. Plus, it would only attract more attention. But when the beta placed his hand on Avery’s thigh, he wouldn’t stay silent.
“Don’ttouch me.”
The beta grinned, but didn’t remove his hand. “Come on, baby. I can make you feelfantastic. I can get you good and wet, I bet.”
A shiver of terror raced down Avery’s spine. “No, thank you.”
The man leaned in closer, the bad breath, smoke, and liquor fanning around Avery’s face. “I wanna taste you, baby. Let me make you feel good. I bet your slick tastes like honey.”
Avery attempted to pull away, but the guy wrapped a hand around his waist, dragging him closer. Fortunately, the bartender reappeared.
“Lay off, Clive. He’snotfor you.”
“Says who?” Clive spat at the bartender.
“You want me to throw you out again?” the bartender asked. He leaned on the bar, hands outstretched, glaring at the beta.
“Fuck off,” Clive said before eyeing Avery. He released his unwelcome embrace, a scowl on his face. “You, too, you stuck up omega slut.”
Slut?Avery’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to argue, but stopped.No attention.He didn’t need to cause a scene. No more than he already had.
Clive wandered back to his original seat. Avery let out a sigh of relief.
“His bark is worse than his bite. Don’t worry about him,” the bartender said.
“Easy for you to say,” Avery snapped.
The bartender lifted his hands in mock surrender.
Guilt struck Avery for barking at the man who’d done nothing to him. “Sorry. I don’t make a habit of coming to…places like this.”
“Oh, that’s apparent, Mr. Goody Two Shoes,” the man said with one brow raised. “Back door on the left… just past the bathroom.”
