Mastering Their Omega

Scarlett's POV

People always believed that being a virgin until you found your Fated Mate was sacred, but I've always wondered why that was applicable to women only, when guys could go around having sex with as many women as they pleased. Why did women always have to be virgins and innocent? I may be a virgin, but I was far from being innocent. I've grown to know a lot about sex. Seriously? Who hasn't? We have the internet. I've fooled around a lot, but I just never got to the point of actually having sex.

I was 22 years old and still a virgin. I never met my Fated Mate, so I took the risky opportunity, which presented itself to me. Soon I would be auctioning off my virginity, which was a relatively rare item. Especially at my age and also because of what I was. An Omega... But now I'm rambling, probably for no other reason than just to take my mind off of what was about to happen. In 20 minutes my number would be called, and I would have to present and expose myself on a stage before an auction house full of people, putting each and every part of my body on full display. Thereafter the bidding would begin.

I needed the money. Not for college, since I was a federal student, and not for some sick family member, since I was an orphan as far as I knew... I wanted the money to enable myself to be free and independent, without having to put my head down and hide in the shadows. Which was what I've had to do my entire life up until now to hide and escape from my predators.

I looked myself over in the mirror. My shoulder-length black hair had scattered purple streaks along the ends and hung straight down with wavy ends. I had heterochromia, which meant that I was born with two different colored eyes. One eye was a light green and the other a bluish gray. It was a very rare condition among werewolves, but it made me more beautiful. It was another thing that I have always kept hidden by wearing contact lenses. My eyebrows and  make-up were done to resemble that of a mermaid's, as the eye-shadow blended together from purple to blue and green with finely detailed scales depicted on my cheeks. My lips were done with a gradient lipstick, which varied from a deep red to a dark wine color.

Why mermaids? The answer was simple enough... they're coveted by many and are extremely rare; Not that I was one, but it's always nice to add an extra special touch and, due to my scent, it would be obvious to everyone that I'm an Omega she-wolf and not something else.

I was wearing a two-tone cloak in blue and purple. It covered me completely, revealing nothing of what was hidden underneath. Many people have told me that I was crazy for doing this, but it was a risk I was willing to take to obtain my goal. Freedom. Revealing myself to the audience would happen layer by layer. Underneath the outer cloak I wore different layers of other clothing. The first of which was a very loose fitting, wide dress also made with a gradient fabric, starting from the lightest purple at the top and ending in the darkest along the bottom. It was conveniently tailored with a zipper on the side, which I would pull down, to let the dress gently slide to the floor.

When the first layers' dress fell, it would reveal a tighter-fitting  dress worn under it. This dress had a bluish hue to it. It clung to my body to reveal more of my curves. Even though this dress' zipper was tailored into the back of it, I was still able to pull it down without needing any assistance. When the second dress fell, I would basically be wearing nothing but lingerie, which consisted of a silver corset, made of leather and lace, and which covered my entire upper body, leaving my breasts and waist looking shapely, whilst I wore a pair of black stockings patterned with scales, and through which the skin beneath it could barely be seen. To finish off the look, I wore my silver high heels.

The corset opened at the front with little hooks, and once removed, my clear, blemish-free skin and breasts would finally be revealed to the audience as well. My breasts weren't big or small. They were medium-sized and perfect for me. My waist wasn't too slender and my thighs were on the heavier side. I had a body that most people would refer to as a "guitar-shaped" body, which I wasn't ashamed of in the least. I made the most of my body. I didn't go on diets, but did exercise a lot.

My breasts were covered in shiny painted scales, as was the part of my waist that descended into the V leading toward my sex, which was always completely shaved. The scales were extended down the insides of my legs and all the way down to my ankles. 

This was done using a special paint that didn't come off easily, and which was used by many prostitutes and high-end escorts who enjoyed taking part in fantasy role plays. Tonight I was fully relying on it to serve its purpose and get me sold.

"Come on, your number's next." A man's voice called out from behind me.

I nodded and turned around to follow him down the corridor that led to the stage. We stopped when we reached a large, black curtain where I used the opportunity to nervously adjust my cape.