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Rating: Explicit, ABO Dynamics, Alpha Kara, Omega Lena.

Description: In which Kara is a YouTuber, and Lena is an omega hard-up for sex who also happens to be her manager.

Kara had been raised to be a good Samaritan – but from time to time, she went out of her way for someone who was less than grateful. That proved to be the case when she came across a designer suitcase outside of an airport restaurant. She checked her watch and realized she had half an hour before her own flight would board. Fidgeting with her glasses, she glanced around in search of anyone who might have left the bag behind.

“Darn,” Kara muttered under her breath and then tried to get the attention of an airline worker. “Hey, sir—can I get your help?”

The man eyed her up, then hopped onto a small transportation vehicle to speed off.

“Guess not,” Kara breathed out with a frustrated little huff.

With a nibble on her bottom lip, Kara took matters into her own hands and lifted the Louis Vuitton bag in front of her.

It was compact enough that someone could have easily forgotten it if they were carrying a lot of other luggage. Kara couldn’t find a tag or any other forms of identification attached to the suitcase.

“What’s the worst that could really happen?” she mumbled while unzipping the soft leather case.

Kara should have known better than to utter that, because she was so surprised by the contents of the bag that she threw it up in the air.

Vibrators, a dildo and a few other sex toys rained down on her. She panicked and began to scramble for them. Just as she began hyperventilating in shock, and other people began to stare and laugh, she caught the light fragrance of an omega.

Kara managed to get everything back into the bag before a pair of shiny leather Christian Louboutins came to a halt in front of her. The quiet click of the heel was the only sound that Kara processed, because as she glanced up, she saw a whole lot of leg.

The owner of the leg was speaking to her, but Kara was staring at the omega’s calves and tight skirt.

“Do you speak English?” The omega asked and reached for the bag that Kara was struggling to close.

“I’m fluent in several languages,” Kara croaked out, knowing full well that most people wouldn’t brag about knowing Klingon or Elvish. “I — I mean, yeah, I speak.”

I speak?

Kara groaned internally and realized that she was still on her knees in front of the omega, who smelled ridiculously good.

Her eyes travelled slowly up the short skirt, over shapely hips and a slim waist, and then almost lost themselves in the swell of the omega’s breasts. If the woman hadn’t cleared her throat, Kara might have forgotten to stand up.

God, the woman was stunning. Just the sight of her winded Kara, and she laughed awkwardly as heat spread up her neck.

The omega’s sculpted brow lifted above her Dolce and Gabbana shades, and Kara realized she had missed yet another question. “Umm,” she faltered, and smoothed her hands down her shirt. “What did you say?”

“I asked if you’d give me my bag.” The omega pointed and then wrenched it out of Kara’s hands as a bright tinge of embarrassment covered her face. “I’m supposed to be meeting someone and I’m late."

Kara wet her lips and ran her hands down the front of her jeans, which were suddenly feeling much tighter. Her eyes instantly roamed back to the omega’s breasts, where her nipples had firmed.

“Good luck,” Kara muttered to the omega’s tits and she cracked a bright smile to cover-up the fact that she had been staring.

The omega stalked off without even thanking her. Kara felt like she could breathe and think again, even though she had nearly left all of her own luggage behind as she watched the stranger’s ass move in that tight skirt.

She snapped herself out of it after a second and scrambled to grab her boarding pass and check her phone for any last minute messages.

After a few clicks over her emails, Kara noticed that she had received a message from her future management lead, Lena Luthor — along with a request to meet up at the airport before they both boarded their plane.

For a few years, Kara had been a YouTuber creating all kinds of videos about building, both modern and primitive. She had traveled all around the world to learn about architecture, and one of her favorite forms of art involved using very rustic materials – not just wood and brick, but also things like mud and clay. Her weekly videos reached twelve million viewers, and that came with a lot of advertising advantages and opportunities to do brand deal endorsements. Not that Kara cared about fame or wealth, except insofar as it allowed her to continue her hobbies and help other people.

It was only when her sister Alex urged her to work more closely with a content manager that Kara really decided to give it a try. That had led her to the current moment, where she was headed to Australia to demonstrate the techniques she learned from the indigenous population – how to build mud huts and survive with limited resources.

Kara had outright refused at first when Lena Luthor contacted her. She instead recommended that the management team focus on the indigenous builders who had taught her.

After a lot of negotiation, Kara had finally agreed to go on the trip, but only because Miss Luthor had promised to feature all of Kara’s teachers and pay them handsomely for participating in the brand deal she had arranged.

It came as a huge shock to Kara when she hurried to her gate and found out Lena Luthor was the same omega who left her luggage behind.

The laugh that escaped her mouth was a ridiculous pterodactyl sound, and she even snorted from pure horror. She put out her hand to shake Lena’s and tried not to think of the entire collection of sex toys she had seen earlier.