Chapter 4
Noelle
After a few more minutes go by, the older beta shuffles back in and holds out her hand. As she looks down at the form, her eyes widen so much that I fear they’ll roll out of her skull and onto the floor.
“Is this accurate? You’ve answered these questions truthfully?”
Shit. I don’t exactly want to lie, but I can’t tell her the full truth. Fuck. What do I do?
“I have answered everything as best as I can.” There, not exactly the truth, but not really a lie either.
Her lips thin as she leans back in her chair. “You do realize we have no way of proving most of this, but by marking this the way you did, you’re opening yourself up to nearly every form of Alpha we service… including the man you seemed frightened of out in the lobby.”
“F- frightened?” I wheeze as a tense laugh forces its way out of my lungs. “That wasn’t fear. It was… well… I’ve never whored myself out before, so you can understand a little bit of trepidation. Can’t you?”
Again, she looks me up and down, but says nothing. She holds space, as if waiting for me to fill the silence with the confession I hold near and dear to my heart. Reaching down, I grip the side of my pants to anchor myself and not give her any reason to turn me away.
“Here at Willoughby Rut Clinic, we do not use the term whore or anything like it. If you want to be a whore, there are places where you can do whatever you like whenever you like, and however you like. That’s what sets us apart.
We are built on the principles of science and general health and not just scratching an itch.
In many ways, we are closer to an actual clinic than a place merely to enjoy sex.
By agreeing to work for us, you will undergo an extensive test, provided free of charge, of course, and will continue to have blood work done before each encounter.
Same thing goes for the Alphas who you will tend to. ”
Tend to. It seems all so moral and caring when she puts it that way, as if I am indeed on par with a nurse or caregiver. It’s a beautiful lie, but a lie, nonetheless.
Licking my bottom lip, I take a deep breath and try to draw an air of calmness around me. “It would be an honor to help an Alpha in need. Besides, how bad can it be? It’s all just sex. Right?”
Again, her lips quirk up, but this time, there’s a hint of darkness behind her eyes. “Right. That’s all it is. If you answered truthfully, then you should have no issue accommodating your Alpha. As it is, we do have one set for tomorrow that’s in desperate need of filling if you’re up to it.”
“Tomorrow? So soon?” Hope soars in my chest as I blink over at the beta, unable to believe my good luck.
“Do we need to schedule him with someone else?”
“No!” I nearly cry out as I shake my head in earnest. “Please. I’ll take it. I was just surprised I could get a client this quickly.”
“It’s usually not this fast, but with the holidays, our need is a lot more.
Once you’ve worked with us a few times, you might notice a bit of a drop after the initial rush.
But don’t worry. With this impressive form, I’m sure you’ll not be left waiting for anything more than a few weeks or so.
You are only allowed one a week, just like every other omega.
Too much, and it will damage your hormones. ”
So many things I’ve never even considered.
The information she unleashes on me fills up my brain until I swear it’s about to explode.
By the time she stands up and motions toward a door behind her, I’m nearly reeling from everything.
The one good aspect in all of this is that she gave me a packet to take home and look over.
It should fill in any of the gaps I’ve missed.
The white, nearly blinding, sterile room gleams as she leads me over to a shower.
An Alpha and beta stand at the medical table and watch as the older woman instructs me to strip down and rinse off.
Though she doesn’t comment on how I’m dressed or smell, the look she gives me is almost relieved at the idea of a shower.
Not like I didn’t just grab one this very morning.
Glancing over my shoulder, I take in the large male as he scribbles notes on a pad, almost ignoring me. Somehow, that’s even worse than if he were staring at my body and devouring me with his gaze. At least then, I’d know I was somewhat desirable.
“I’ll enter your financial information into our payment system while you undergo your testing.
They will bring you back to me when you’re done.
Depending on what they say will determine if you will be a good fit for us or not.
Don’t worry. After all, you’re a kinky little thing, aren’t you? This examination should be a breeze.”
“And when do I get paid?”
“After you’ve satisfied your client, and not before. Can’t have you running off with money and not providing a service. But don’t worry. Do a good job, and you’ll never want for another trade again.”
With that, she leaves me in the room with the two strangers. Now, the male looks at me with interest. His eyes gleam where they had once been dull as he went over information on the paper in front of him. No doubt he’s just looked over my form.
Embarrassment tinges the tips of my ears and heats my cheeks as he looks me up and down.
“Come now,” he growls out. “We haven’t got all day.
Into the shower.” At my hesitation, he drops his voice down another octave.
“I do not tolerate insolence. Besides, we’re going to be seeing every inch of you before you leave today.
Shower. Now.” It’s not an Alpha command, but it’s close enough it makes my limbs quake.
My fingers tremble as I work at the buttons on my blouse.
I can do this. It’s just a shower. Just pretend you’re at the apartment alone in your bathroom.
Your brother is down the hall eating breakfast. His stupid cartoons are so loud you can’t hear yourself think.
With a yank, I tug my shirt off and toss it onto the floor, quickly followed by my bra.
“D cup,” the Alpha murmurs into what looks like a small recorder. “It will do.”
The heat in my face flames into an inferno. Instinctively, I cross my arms, covering my apparently diminutive size.
“No need for all that,” he grumbles. “They’re adequate enough. Finish.”
The need to flee races through my limbs as I slide off my pants and plain cotton underwear.
“On the surface, her labia minora look symmetrical and are a pale pink. Will compare the color when flushed with arousal. Mons pubis appears soft and pliable. Will see when testing. Turn.”
I do my best to ignore everything around me as I turn toward the shower to show off my naked backside.
“Spread your legs and lean forward until your palms rest against the glass of the shower.”
Again, I obey him, keeping my thoughts hovering on the surface. Any deeper, and I’ll not be able to control myself. It’s hard enough to not just run away now and figure out some other way to get the money.
“Labia majora spreads nicely, allowing a lovely visual of the labia minora. No current arousal. Will determine if it’s a result of nerves or a faulty system. Do you own a prettier pair of panties?”
Keeping my hands against the glass, I swallow down the bite of humiliation and turn to look at him.
Thankfully, his expression is passive, as if I’m just one more omega in a lineup.
Nothing special. Forgettable. Honestly, in this case, I want nothing more than him to not think of me at all once I’m gone.
“This is all I have. Basic cotton.”
Nodding, he picks up that stupid recorder again. “Will need a wardrobe for this omega. She seems lacking in this department. That is all. You may shower.”
Without giving him a chance to change his mind, I step in and watch in amazement as the door closes on its own behind me. Panic roots me to the spot as I look at the two through the glass, but they seem to pay me no mind. Their heads bow down toward each other as they look over papers and screens.
Confusion furrows my brows as I turn to the showerhead and look for knobs so I can just get this over with, but find nothing.
It’s just smooth tile and the chrome showerhead.
A few more moments go by before I go to ask them how to turn it on when a torrent of warm water cascades over me, pelting my skin.
My soft shriek draws their gaze, but only for a moment before they go back to whatever it is they’re doing. I long to make sense of this technology, to ask them how I’m going to soap down or shampoo, but the water changes, shifting to stream out from the tile as well as coming from above.
The warm jets massage and soothe me, increasing in temperature until it’s at the perfect heat to soothe me and drive the chill from my bones. Steam fills the small cubicle, hiding me from any prying eyes and giving me the illusion of privacy.
I long to slide to the floor and lie there, soaking in the heat, which is so different from the tepid showers I usually take at home. If anything, this moment of relief makes everything worth it.
Since no one told me how long I have in here, I close my eyes and drink in every minute of bliss, shoring it away for the inevitability of when it ends.
Tears gather at my eyes, and in the solitude, in the cloak of steam-induced invisibility, I finally let them fall.
It all pours out of me and swirls down the drain with the water, flushing my shame away so no one else has to see it. No one else has to know.
This shower shouldn’t break me, but it’s the antithesis of my current life—hot, nearly scalding water in place of lukewarm swill that keeps the bills lower, a bit of massage to soothe my worn, tired, and sore muscles, and a free moment to myself where I can just be, just exist.