The Cobra Club offered a very valuable service indeed. It helped those who had survived when the shit hit the fan, an escape from their mundane lives. It kept them from losing their fuckin minds. It kept men from leaving their vanilla wives who only wanted to do it missionary style, it kept adventurous young men from fucking their way through their mother’s friends, and it gave the lonely and socially awkward a chance to have some fun for once in their miserable, depressing existence. Without the Cobra Club to keep Omega Cities’ sexual urges and fantasizes in check, there would be far more scandals and an increased crime rate. Well if you could afford it anyway. Luckily, the club offered payment plans to accommodate most budgets.

Some of Amberleigh’s most loyal customers were your average blue collar Americans who worked as mechanics, teachers, waiters, bus drivers, etc. The club catered to all, which made it even more popular than several other clubs in the city which only strived to serve the rich. That was a shitty business model. The Cobra Club cashed in on the other club’s rejects, treated them like kings, and watched the dough roll in. A couple of those clubs had already gone out of business and karma had given them the middle finger.
Ebony had once worked at one of those clubs. They hadn’t paid well either, treated her like shit, and she had been snagged up when it closed its doors two years ago. She had been a good addition to the Circus Room, and had quickly become a top earner. She and Amberleigh were often in friendly competition over who could acquire the most regulars, or make the most money each shift. But right now, they were nothing but friends, feeling the love, the energy, and their youth.

At least until Ebony had other plans for her champagne. She poured it down her body in a seductive dance, and in about two seconds had a mark licking it off her mostly exposed chest. She gave Amberleigh a smug grin after the mark slipped her a golden egg. The golden eggs were used as tokens in the club to indicate a mark wanted to take you to a private suite. Ebony laughed, as she wasn’t even officially on duty yet. So it had begun.
Ebony promised to meet the mark in a suite shortly, and he slipped off. He wasn’t bad looking, a middle aged Asian man, with a tailored suit and expensive watch. He screamed money, and Ebony would probably get one hell of tip.

“I’m just getting started,” she laughed. “That’s one.”
"Doesn’t count bitch until your shift starts,” retorted Amberleigh.
“Stop being a jealous cunt. I saw your ass slink off with Tio! Talk about fuckin desperation girl. But tell me is his dick as big as his neck?”

Amberleigh finished off her champagne and laughed. “Contrary to rumor Tio’s dick isn’t so large it comes out your throat when he fucks you. It’s alright. He ain’t worth a second hit that’s for damn sure.”
“Noted. I’ll cross his ass off my list. And I’ll see you later! I got places to be, people to do! I’ll meet you back in your room later and we can get ready for our shift.”

Amberleigh watched her friend leave the dance floor with her hips swaying and her heart shaped ass peeking out the bottom of her gold, cocktail dress. It seemed the competition would be fierce tonight, and harder than usual as both girls were scheduled to be in the Rainbow Room later. And Ebony was already bringing it.

Amberleigh eyed the bar and debated if she should have another drink. She needed to be able function in two hours, as tonight was a special night for the club. She decided to stick with water, as her body was adorned with sweat. She made her way across the mass of moving bodies, the strobe lights casting spotlights here and there, and one patron already tripping out. He was shoving the other club goers in a panic and screaming. Some bouncers removed him seconds later, and he disappeared through a side exit. He was unlikely to be the only one before the night was through, a fight or two would probably also break out in light of half price alcohol on this level.

Amberleigh leaned her back up against the bar and quenched her thirst, watching the room, looking for potential marks she could seduce. She had to hand it to Ebony, that was a smooth move earlier and she was a bit jealous she hadn’t thought of it herself. She noted a couple potentials, and one young man was definitely eyeing her back.

She set her water down and fanned herself, taking great care to expose most of her breasts as she did so. Then she jumped up on the bar, and let him catch a glimpse of her see through black panties, before she closed her legs. She was sure to lean forward in a way that would make her breast pop. She licked her lips and waited.
The man was with some friends, all standing on the edge of the dance floor drinking martinis. They were probably in college, trust fund kids here on Daddy’s dime. His buddies were nudging him to make his move.
He was young, blonde, and maybe a good fuck. In Amberleigh’s opinion, his stamina and energy would probably make up for any lack of experience. And his wallet would also. He would certainly kick the night off to a good start and help her forget that asshole Tio. This could be fun. Maybe he was the type who liked to feel in control, or maybe he was the type who would let himself be dominated. You could never tell just by looking at them, and she had been wrong before.

Contrary to many Goddesses and Pages, Amberleigh wasn’t a fan of fucking virgins. But when she did get one here and there, she tried to make it a pleasant experience for them. Make them know how it should feel and what it should be like. She hadn’t been a virgin herself when she came to the club, which she was glad about. If customers wanted to fuck a virgin at the Cobra Club, it would cost them more than the average Joe could afford.

Looking at the college boy, she had no doubts he wasn't virgin. And he finished his drink and was headed over. Amberleigh smiled, gotcha little fish. But before the man reached her, a Page from the Mosaic level sprinted over to the bar. He was in his uniform which consisted of a thin strip of fabric to cover his junk, bare chested with markings allover his brown skin, and a beaded headdress. Mateus was supposedly from the Amazon Jungle, but the only jungle he was from was the concrete one of Brooklynn. His real name was Duane and it had taken him quite a while to ditch his New York accent and talk in broken English around customers.

“Amberleigh! Everyone is losing their damn minds around here! I just have to tell you the news!” said Mateus.

Amberleigh held up a finger to quiet him, but when she looked past him, the mark had already headed back towards his friends. She sighed. Fuck. Ebony would remain in the lead for now. She hopped down off the bar.

“What is it?” she snapped.
“The elites are in the building! Both of them!” he squealed.
Mateus was practically jumping up and down with excitement. Then again he had always been a bit dramatic. But both elites had never been in the club at the same time. The Godwin family and The Leda family each had a penthouse that looked out one of the Cobra’s eyes.

John Leda was a scientist and majority shareholder in the largest pharmaceutical company in the United States, the Leda Corporation. And he had been the first to discover which disease was infecting the population at an alarming rate, develop the first blood test to identify those infected, and patent the first serum that slowed the progression of the disease. It was common knowledge that LEDA Corporation would also be the ones to develop a vaccine for the disease, rumored to be coming any day now. John Leda had become the richest man in the world thanks to the disease which ravaged it. John Leda was treated like a God in this city and this club.

He visited the club less frequently than his brother and or his son Kaleb, but the last time Amberleigh had been pulled to their penthouse, the man himself was at the party. Entertaining some executives from his company. She had wound up giving a private show to Kaleb Leda, who wasn’t that good of a fuck, but she had made more money that night than she had ever before.

But John Leda wasn’t the only one to cash in on the apocalypse. The Godwin family had armored their trains, and their vehicles, and started transporting cargo of all types throughout the country. Even of the human variety. People depended on The Godwin Railroad to get to their destination safely through the wastelands and the infected domains, and also get the supplies they needed to survive. The Godwin family had become the second richest in Omega City.

The patriarch Cole Godwin and his son Adam had once been frequent visitors. He had even brought the boy here on his sixteenth Birthday ten years ago, before Amberleigh’s time. Naturally, several Goddesses claimed to be the one who had taken Adam Godwin’s virginity. Other members of the Godwin family also used the Penthouse from time to time, especially after the tragic death of Adam in a car wreck when he was only nineteen. After that Cole Godwin came here infrequently, and his younger son Grayson had never set foot in the club. There were many rumors as to why that was, though none could be substantiated.
Grayson made the tabloids frequently enough though, with sordid tales of wild parties and kinky sexual escapades. And last year, he was even set to marry another socialite heiress Courtney Van Tessen. Though rumor had it, their engagement was off. And it was rumored it was off because Grayson couldn’t keep it in his pants and had fucked half the heiresses in the city.

Amberleigh raised her eyebrows, “Bullshit. Mr. Godwin hasn’t been here in two years.”
“It’s better than that! I heard a Goddess from the Penthouse just served Grayson Godwin! For the first time in history, he is in our club! Damn I wish he would choose me! I would service him for free!”

She laughed at the absurdity of the statement. “Grayson Godwin isn’t in this club Mateus. And he’s not gay. He’s fucked half this cities’ women. Just bored bitches gossiping like always.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Way to be a pessimist Amber. A guy can hope anyway. I gotta run. But I’ll see you later with a big fat I told you the fuck so.”

She snorted as Mateus scurried off, no doubt to spread the latest piece of hot gossip around the club. The only thing that dropped around here quicker than gossip was panties. The latest rumor which spread through the club had been a Page had impregnated the Mayor’s wife. When she tried to pin the baby on her husband, the Mayor confessed he had gotten snipped behind her back because they already had three children who were dumb as fuck.

This rumor was sure to blow that one out of the water. Amberleigh gave one last glance into the direction her little fish had been in, and found him dry humping another Goddess on the dancefloor. She decided to break protocol and try her luck at the VIP party. And hit up their buffet while she was at it.

As she made for the elevators she overheard a Goddess from the BDSM room gushing to a Page.

“Oh my Godwin! Grayson Godwin is in the building!”
She rolled her eyes and kept walking. Yeah the fuck right he was. No use wasting time and energy on that bullshit. She liked her chances of hooking a big fish tonight. Amberleigh was hungry and on the prowl.