One

Camila's life had not been very good, at her young age she had had to deal with many problems, money was always part of those problems, and now and for some months her mother's illness was driving her to the brink of madness. Mer, Camila's mother, was an orange-scented omega who is little by little was fading her light because of senile dementia. Needing a lot of care, very expensive care, the young omega did not know what to do at that moment. She felt at a dead end.

She let out a tired sigh and resumed her march. Carrying in her hand the tray with a couple of full breakfasts. The work at Lort's café was good, the atmosphere was good, she would have preferred the pay to be that good, although she couldn't demand more. She politely delivered the order and returned to the kitchen in search of another one in the kitchen, so she spent the whole morning, surrounded by people, carrying food back and forth.

At the end of her shift she didn't feel her feet, it was a demanding job, but she couldn't rest nor did she stop to complain, she looked at the watch on her wrist, she had half an hour to get to her second job. 

Before doing so, She stopped at a supermarket, where he entered the restrooms and changed his clothes, the reason was obvious, She didn't want anyone to know where he was working. She wasn't doing anything wrong, but the mere name of the place already caused suspicion.

The Merch club was known for many things, it was a bad place, where there were only dangerous people, looking to pay for sex and women willing to sell themselves for it. If it sounded bad, but Camila was not part of that, she was just serving drinks at the bar, the pay was much better than at the café, so she couldn't refuse, if she didn't do anything wrong.

Eight thirty at night, she was already at the Merch's nightclub. The atmosphere was quiet because of the hours, although that didn't mean there weren't people. The main show was starting at midnight, Tiffany was the star in that place and why not, if she was a really beautiful omega with a peach smell that would drive any alpha crazy.

Camila got going, took out of her backpack the two envelopes of the day's pay, doing some quick math before they started asking her for drinks. She let out a pout as she noticed something, even with tonight's money she wouldn't be able to make up for the month's rent, let alone the medicine her mom had been prescribed for her illness. No matter how hard she tried, the money was not enough for anything, the treatments for dementia were getting more and more expensive and the medicines plus the care, not to mention the rent for the month, the loans she owed, the house utilities and meals. If she continued like this, she would have to look for another job, she didn't know how she would do that, if she barely had time to sleep. She snorted tiredly.

"Hello Camila, pour me a Mai Tai, please.” Liam, the club owner arrived with an enthusiastic attitude, the tobacco—scented alpha was too cheerful most of the time, he always kept a light attitude. 

The brown—haired man sat down on one of the benches and started tapping his huge gold ring on the bar, while looking towards the entrance.

His lips formed a small heart, apparently he was waiting for someone because he kept looking at the same place, and he also kept looking at his watch. He was also dressed in a fine silk suit that accentuated his corpulent body very well.

"Hi Liam. What's up? You seem distracted,” Camilla put the envelopes back in her backpack and left it under the bar. 

The omega started to fill a glass with ice cubes to pour the dark rum, cassis liqueur and pineapple juice.

"You know what, sweetheart, business.” She arched an eyebrow, curious, and handed him his drink. 

He took it with a smile and drank it quickly, making a satisfied gesture. It was to be expected, he never wore his fine suit unless it was for something important.

Shortly after an alpha in a fine suit, even finer than Liam's, appeared, he was wearing outrageous jewelry everywhere and his overweight was noticeable. 

The brown alpha greeted him enthusiastically, and he sat down next to him, by his marked features and noticeable baldness, Camila could tell for sure that the lemon—scented alpha was in his fifties or older.

She watched as the guy greeted Liam with a handshake and a broad smile, as if they were more than just acquaintances, while Camila cleaned glasses and cups by the bar. 

It wasn't that she was gossipy, but she had nothing else to do at the moment…. Besides the fact that curiosity was her biggest weakness. Liam's eyes sparkled when he saw hi, she didn't believe he was gay. Camila's laughed under her breath at his silly idea, but something told her that money was what motivated him to see him that way.

"Good evening, Mr. Smith.”  He smiled slyly at him, making the bald alpha shake his head.

"Call me Arthur, please. You make me feel old.” Camilla giggled under her breath, for he was already old. "Hey girl…. You can give me a triple dry brandy."

She almost fell backwards, thinking he'd heard how she'd made fun of him. Thank God it wasn't so. Quickly, the omega brought out the glass with ice and the cognac.

"Well, you can see my repertoire” Liam raised his hand calling out to several girls waiting on the other side of the bar. Camila knew all of them.

"Here you go.” Artur looked at her for the first time curious and even a little flirtatious when she took the glass, brushing her fingers, making her feel strange. 

Even though she was already used to men like him. It was all lust in that place, and of course, some alphas were attracted to the dull smell of the omega.

Arthur paid more attention and looked closely at each omega that Liam was offering him. Camila stood in her place, where she could see how the girls were sold as sex objects.

She knew Liam's business very well, not for nothing she had worked there for more than half a year, she still couldn't get used to it, it gave her a certain feeling of heaviness. And to think that her mother had warned her about people like that, people who liked easy money, she laughed internally because despite knowing all that, she herself had gone into the lion's den.

Liam was known in the underworld as the most sought—after pimp in the area and, Camila’ could assure you, in the whole city. He had at his disposal hundreds of beautiful women to sell for money. His most frequent clients were politicians, businessmen and mobsters, all looking for just one thing, someone to satisfy even their most disgusting sexual desire. 

Just the thought of it made Camila's skin crawl.... How could they be capable of selling their bodies without a shred of shame or remorse? How could they sleep with people like that, like Mr. Smith? Gentlemen twice their age and twice their weight.

"This girl is very beautiful” said Smith, touching with his chubby, wrinkled hands the hand of one of the girls who looked about Camilla's age.

"That's Samantha, a charming and very accommodating girl.” The sandalwood—scented omega smiled flirtatiously, while shaking her red hair from one side to the other, she couldn't think that she was excited to sleep with that alpha. Just thinking about it made her skin crawl.

"I love her… But I'm also interested in her.” Now he looked to his left side, she knew Karen. She was really a very nice and pretty girl and just as beautiful as the previous one, her body was more curvy and she had a dark complexion.

"She is Karen, a very captivating and little used girl. She is one of the new ones that just arrived from the Caribbean." 

Camila began to feel a little arc to the conversation. A shiver ran through her body, this could not be.

Poor girls… Although it was their choice, no one was forced to sell themselves, at least not with Liam. Many sought him out for his services, but many more came to him for work.

"I want both of you tomorrow at my house, at nine o'clock at night.” He finished by taking the last sip of the triple dry brandy. 

"I expect the information of your account number as soon as possible so that I can deposit the advance, the rest you will have when I finish with them."

"Of course, I'll give it to your secretary by message.” Liam smiled and nodded in satisfaction as Smith left. He sent the omegas back to work and settled back into his seat, sighing with satisfaction. He sipped his drink again. He looked up, noticing the blond omega watching him.

"Is there a problem?” He looked at her suspiciously and Camilla denied, She shrugged his shoulders downplaying it, it wasn't his business after all. 

“Oh Cami, Cami You're such a fool” She frowned. The omega wondered why she said that.

"Excuse me?"

"Haven't you seen yourself in the mirror? Girl, for God's sake! Even Mr. Smith noticed.” He seemed exasperated by her lack of reasoning. Camila didn't seem to understand.

"I don't understand you, explain yourself” she demanded in confusion.

"You have a beautiful face and a charming body, you would make an excellent sex servant. I assure you that if you had been among the girls to choose….” She pointed to her side, where the omegas used to stand. Arthur would have chosen you instantly.

Camila's eyes widened in astonishment, while a feeling of disgust formed in her stomach. Was he crazy?

"What? No! I would never…!"

"Yes, yes… You'll never sell yourself, it's something horrendous, indecent, blah, blah, blah, blah. I've already been told… But tell me. Have you already covered the cost of treatment for your mother?” Shit. If he couldn't even pay a month's rent, he couldn't pay for his mother's illness, it was impossible. 

"You see? With one night that you worked for me, you would have enough for a month's treatment for your mother, plus her medicines.”

The omega was more than surprised.

But really… He paid that much, thought Camila. It was a lot of money, even if she worked overtime at each of her jobs, she wouldn't have enough money for a week's treatment.

“I…” She thought about refusing, yes, she was desperate, but she wouldn't fall that low either, just imagining herself with a guy like that, no, how disgusting.

"Don't say anything.” He gave him a sly smile, took out her wallet and took out a fifty dollar bill. "You know where to find me if you change your mind, Camila.” 

He put it on the bar and gave her a piercing look before leaving. Camila snorted wearily. He was crazy if he thought she'd look for it.