We wined and dined her until closing time at 3:30 in the morning. The 4 of us left and smiled to each other. "Is this the official hang out spot?" I asked the guys. They just smiled wider. I still had quite a bit of money. Both Zack and Henry were delinquents. They passed by the skin of their teeth and did not know much. They were incredibly strong though. It was not hard for them to find a construction company and get employed there. Noel still loved to swim. As an omega back home, he would have to give up his passion. Here, posing as a beta, he got a job as a swimming instructor at a local recreation center. He was given a class of beta women over the age of 40. As for me, there was nothing that I really wanted to do. I decided to become an artist. That really was the easiest job. I had had to do was scribble on a canvass and then sell it to people. Using my pheromones on the buyers and appraisers allowed me to get much higher prices for it. Every other day, we would go in to see Lucy. Using our funds we bought a 3 bedroom apartment. 2 rooms were for us, and the third was for fucking.
By the end of the month, she had shot up from ninth to sixth. We had celebrated it together with her. We had made quite a stir in the club. There were guys, both alphas and betas, that introduced themselves to us. The other hostesses, especially the omegas, tried to poach us. When the top ones that could use pheromones tried, we just smirked at them. We knew exactly what they were doing and it did not work on us. We were all omegas too. We were immune to it. Since we all liked Lucy, we made it a rule that she was off limits. That worked out in our favor. Lucy confided in us that she had been expecting at least one of us to try to fuck her by now. "People think that all beta hosts and hostesses are massive sluts that will go out with any customer to make a quick buck." she grumbled as she sipped the champagne. "That all must have been very hard on you." I said. Our booth was out of the corner now that she had jumped in rank. She looked at me and shook her head. "Maybe in the beginning, but let's talk about something else. I don't want to ruin the mood." Lucy said happily. We did.
Since this was a moderately well known club, we eventually got scouted. A man claiming to be the owner of a host club sat with us one day. He offered us a chance to go to his club to check it out. "Maybe you could be good hosts yourself. You all have the looks for it." he said before getting up. The man had to go manage his own club. It was a very interesting proposal. "I wonder how well we would do as hosts?" I asked the table. Lucy said "If you can handle all sorts of customers, it should be fine. But, since you guys are betas, you should not get your hopes up." We all looked at her. She gave us all a wry smile. "While people love being doted on and served by female omegas, it is the alpha males that dominate in host clubs. They are the ones best for entertaining and pampering you after all." she explained. Basically, we would more or less be in her position. Doing grunt work for an alpha host unless some random who only wanted a quick fuck swung our way. That was if we really were betas. We all had pheromones to help us get popular. They next day we went to look around the club.
