"Of course." He winked at the gentleman. 

Ass grabbing was the least of Asher's worries in a club like this. It would be more off putting if he wasn't groped or touched at least a handful of times in a single shift. No added attention would suggest that he was no longer good at his job.  

Flirting with the type of men that came to his tables was hard for him at first, it wasn't trait he was naturally gifted with. Most felt that omegas were natural born flirts but not for him. He was shyer than most. This shyness still with him but he was better at masking it most days, men here didn't like shyness and the ones that did were really no good. 

"Can I get another round for table six than for the party in VIP." Stated Asher as he made it back to the main station.  

Huffing as he pulled the five dollar bill out of his pocket, stuffing it into the tip jaw that sat at the end of the bar top for the tenders at the end of the night.  

"Hey Asher, I've been looking for you all night." Spoke Alex sounding out of breath, "Shaw wants you in his office like an hour ago." 

The name caused Asher's heart to race faster, "What does he want?" 

"Don't know, just said to get you."  Alex being no help to him.  "I'll cover your section till you get back."  

Asher waited a long moment before he even thought about going to Shaw's office. Light brown eyes looking along the upper level of the club where Shaw usually stood overlooking if there wasn't a fight happening underground.  The club was a multilevel enterprise.

The main floor where Asher worked as a cocktail waiter held the usual attractions of a nightclub. There was house music always playing, tables and VIP sections with special bottle service that allowed for close dances from the go-go's if requested. A full wrap around bar in the middle ran by four tenders, two stationed for the tables and VIP sections and the others for the guests solely at the bar. Six poles with small dance floors sectioned off for the dancers with one large stage off to the back. Behind the main back wall was private rooms for a special price. 

The upper level was mostly Shaw and his goon's space. His office along with a few other rooms in which only he had access too. A wrap around catwalk for him to peer over as he felt suited. 

The lower level was restricted and only the powerful of the powerful got access down there. This level of course wasn't on the blue prints, the city nor the police knew about it. Most of the illegal activities took place on this level. The main attraction was fight nights but there were also rooms for gambling and so on. Fight nights weren't like the ones in Fight Club where men chose to fight most of the poor souls that found themselves down there were at their bottom. The biggest fight nights were the first and the third Friday of the month they always drew the biggest crowds, those were Alpha on Alpha nights.  

Asher knocked on the solid wood door of Shaw's office before he walked in, his eyes low to the ground.

 "About time I was growing real tired of waiting." Growled Shaw from his chair. 

"Alex just found me, tonight's been busier than normal for fight night."

 "I didn't ask for excuses."  

Asher shutting up as Shaw motioned for him to come closer. He kept motioning till Asher was on his side of the desk. Shaw taking a deep breath in, sniffing. 

"Being a little slut down there are we." It wasn't a question but a statement.  

Shaw smelt the faint scent of the other male on Asher.

Motioning with his hand again, Asher hated this motion, his heart sinking deeper into his gut as he turned around dropping to his knees, leaned forward pushing his wavy brown hair to the side exposing the nape of his neck. He learned a long time ago to not make Shaw ask for things twice. The not so fresh bite mark Shaw put there himself still working it's magic over him.  

Shaw was the first to ever mark Asher, the first and against his will. Asher never wanted the arrangement  Shaw placed upon him. Shaw's mark claimed him from others but it was against Asher's will. The first bite happened over a year ago, since that day Asher has been nothing more than a puppet to him.  

The simple act of marking wasn't anything to be taken lightly. The fact that it was against his will made it a punishable crime in most places. Shew wasn't phased by either of these aspects. He was an alpha that always got his way. 

If he wanted something or someone he would have it. In this case he wanted Asher but not in the typical sense of them being mates but more as someone that he could more easily control while he slowly tortured him to insanity. 

The stress could be easily seen on Asher. He was physically and emotionally tormented by Shaw having this power over him. The act of marking allowed for Shaw's scent to mix with his own, changing his body and emotional state even more every time he bit him. 

The marking caused Asher to form feelings for Shaw that weren't reciprocated and that killed his inner omega to be calmed but not loved. It also caused Asher to feel the need to rely on Shaw to protect him which never came as well.

"I don't know why you make me do this so often." Sighed Shaw as if it was a pain for him to place his control over Asher.  

Shaw turned in his chair as he looked down over Asher. A growl roaring low in his chest as he leaned close to the omega, licking the still healing wound before pressing his teeth into the soft flesh. Drawing blood was the only way to fully mark an omega. Placing his arm around the front of Asher pulling his small frame up into his chest as he bit down harder.  

Asher whimpered at first, the pain unwanted. The cries faded as he was pulled into Shaw, the need to be close to him consuming him completely. Asher melting into the touch of his alpha.  

This moment of comfort seemed to grow smaller and smaller with every bite. Shaw soon releasing him back to the floor. Large hands cupping the sides of Asher's face as his gaze pulled back, looking up at Shaw from his knees, tongue running over his lips from the blood he drew. 

"Humm. . . " He groaned, "You know you're my special one." 

Asher nodding his head yes, a glimpse of pleasure running through him. 

He liked being called his special one. Asher ate up any form of attention that Shaw showed him. That pleasure grew as Shaw placed a kiss against his forehead.  Just as quickly as it was given it was taken away Shaw letting him go motioning Asher to get back to his feet. 

The kiss meant Shaw really needed something of him, his way of showing affection to keep Asher content in the moment. The fresh bite already made Asher more willing to please and submit to him than before he walked into the office. That's not including the time period in which this marking had been going on. A year of repeating markings made each new one stronger than the last. 

"So I have a job for you." Comment Shaw, getting up from his chair.  

The alpha stood at six four, large broad shoulders with a hard square framing. Blonde hair always combed back in the perfect manner shorter on the sides than it was on top. Bright blue eyes that pierced right through Asher every time he got a glimpse of them. Pale skin with his Scottish heritage. Asher barely made it to mid chest on Shaw, standing at a higher average of five ten for an omega.  

Shaw was always found in professional dress attire, on relaxed days it was at minimum a button down shirt, dress slacks, and oxfords;  like he had on today.  

"I need you to look after someone for me." He commented moving towards the door. "Well come on." 

Asher taking in a deep breath as he followed behind Shaw, his scent swirling around him as they moved to the lower level, taking the back access that only Shaw had. This was not the first time Asher has been in places other's were never allowed to be in. Figuring that Shaw didn't see him as any form of a threat at all, allowed for him to have special treatment,  or it was just another way to show that he cared for him. Allowing him to share these few moments with him alone.