In the town we were in before, there was a very rigid oppression of omegas. Here was a bit looser. Omegas still faced rampant discrimination. However, in a metropolis like this, everyone had to play their part to keep their economy going strong. While in the rural areas in the country, it was shameful for an alpha to have an omega mate that worked. In the big cities, everyone had to work in order to afford the high cost of living there. That meant that the omegas needed to be employed to bring a second income into a household. That did not mean good jobs though. It meant being grunts in the lowest rungs of societal lubrication. Someone had to work retail, hospitality, customer service and do the secretarial work. Might as well have a cute, soft, harmless omega do that. The tougher and rougher jobs that people did not want to do were for betas of low distinction. Highly connected betas and alphas got the cushy jobs that paid the most and had the most prestige. Now that we were alone here, we could pretend to be betas. The world was our oyster. We spent the first day looking around.
As evening rolled around, we found ourselves in the entertainment district. There were several bars, lounges, clubs, hotels and theatres. The first place we went to was a nice bar. We got a few drinks and then we left. There were too many alphas around. It was then we saw someone advertising for a hostess club. Host and Hostess clubs were wonderful places. People with way too much time and money on their hands decided to spend all of their evenings entertaining customers who also had way too much time and money on their hands. Patrons could pay to sit and be entertained by one of the male hosts or female hostesses. You bought the clubs alcohol and food in order to spend time with them. They in turn use whatever social skill sets they have to make you feel wanted and seen by them. Even if it was a lie. Even if you had to share. A popular host would have multiple regulars, all with their own expectations and ideal images of them. Juggling expectations and rising to the occasion charmingly was the whole job. We decided to spend time with a girl. She was not highest ranked.
There were 10 girls on offer and their portraits were on the walls of the lobby. Since we had just arrived and it was out first time, we decided to play it cool. We ordered a booth with the hostess ranked #9. Her name was Lucy. It seemed that Lucy and the manager were surprised. These types of clubs had a very strict hierarchy. Those at the bottom served those on top. She was probably going to be assigned as the gopher for the needs of the top 3 ranked hostesses. Since Lucy was so low ranked, a booth for 2 of us was not all that expensive. We would be broke if we tried to pay for it with the #1 hostess. The booth we got was far off and out of the way of the others in the club. She genuinely smiled at us. This was not her first time talking to clients, but it was usually as a waitress or bartender. "This is my first time in a booth. My name is Lucy. Who are my lovely gentlemen for the night?" Lucy introduced herself. We gave her our names. She was a blond beta with freckles and stormy gray eyes. I liked it. She was cute, but not as gorgeous as their omega hostesses were at the top.
