Page 1 of The Alpha Escort Agency
Chapter 1
"Fuck it," Alice mutters, slamming the front door behind the retreating back of the Alpha and closing her eyes in relief. Thank god he's gone. She stands there thinking for a moment, then rushes to the kitchen, flips open her laptop, and fires it up.
She needs to take a shower, really badly, change the sheets and clear up all this mess in the kitchen. I mean, what the hell has that dude done in here. It looks like he pulled open every cupboard door and helped himself to just about everything inside — including the very expensive chocolates her boss gave her for Christmas, which she'd been saving. He'd obviously been busy stuffing his face while she slept between their … yes, well … and yet he'd not once bothered to bring her a snack. In fact, she's bloody starving. She dashes to the cupboard and drags out the biscuit tin, cradling it onto her lap while the computer stirs into life and chomping on one, then a second and a third custard cream.
The clearing up can wait, she thinks, as she brushes biscuit crumbs off her chest and onto the floor. First, she is sorting this out once and for all, because there is no way, no way in hell, she is ending up stuck in heat with yet another deadbeat, arsehole Alpha. No way! And nor is she going to endure it alone with only a pathetically inadequate Alpha dildo to see her through the gut-searing cramps that always hit an Omega in heat without a good dose of Alpha cock.
No, next time she is going to be prepared and ready with a decent Alpha lined up, who will take care of her needs and, if what she's heard is true, her laundry too.
Alice types in her password and opens the web browser. She can't remember the name of the company — she'd only been half listening to the conversation at lunch that day when her boss, a fellow Omega, had whispered to them about how she'd hired an Alpha escort to help her through her heat. Maria had been full of questions, but Alice had dismissed it all. Yes, she'd heard of such services before, but really, who needed to pay for such things when there was always a queue of Alphas more than happy to help an Omega in heat. Escorts were only for desperate Omegas. Why waste her money?
Except her boss, Lisa, is anything but desperate. Beautiful, successful and sassy, she is the type of woman in charge of her life and choices. The type of woman that makes people fall desperately in love with her.
The type of woman Alice is now determined to be.
No more last-minute dashes to a bar to pick up some random Alpha at the start of a heat, no more hurried scrolling through the Alpha/Omega heat matching app at three in the morning when she can't take it anymore. Nope, those things only land her locked in bed with a guy who stinks of liquor, or has the IQ of a banana, or can't tell the difference between a clitoris and an anus.
On occasion it's been even worse than that. There had been one guy who'd been a little too rough for her liking despite her protestations, and another who'd cleared out her emergency stash of cash.
Google throws up a surprising number of Alpha Omega Escort agencies, although the majority, surprise, surprise, are for men seeking women or other men. There are only a handful for women. She scrolls down, chugging back a a glass of water at the same time, still thirsty from her heat. The Alpha hadn't gone once to fetch her something to drink, despite that being a necessity for an Omega in heat. The increased body temperature and vigorous, erm, sex means it’s easy for an Omega to become dangerously dehydrated.
When she replaces her glass and focuses back on the screen, she spots a name she thinks she recognises: The Alpha Escort Agency. Taking a deep breath in, she clicks on the link. The website is sleek and beautiful looking, with her marketing eye she can see it's designed to appeal to a female clientele and is an expensive job. Somehow that reassures her — this isn't some fly by night, two bit outfit.
To her surprise, there are no photos of the Alpha escorts on the front page. It's like the classy sex shops she's been to in Soho: inviting but discreet. Although she wonders if the Alphas aren't pretty enough to put on the landing page. They are almost always hot - taller and more muscular than your average Beta and Omega, but sometimes Alice has to admit that they can look a bit harsh, intimidating even.
Her brain spirals away down a rabbit hole. What kind of Alpha would want to be an escort? Sure, Alphas outnumber Omegas these days, which means there's lots of single Alphas out there. Some have resorted to hooking up with other Alphas or Betas. But most Alphas have no problem getting laid, so they wouldn't be doing this job for the sex. No, these men must do it for the money. They must be strapped for cash. Although working for a classy agency, rather than hanging about street corners or working in a brothel, must mean they earn decent wages.
The first doubts crawl in. These men must be creeps, right? There has to be something wrong with them?
She shakes her head. No! Lisa, much to her unease, had gushed about what a gentleman the Alpha who had seen to her had been. Handsome, well educated, good manners and an excellent cook.
She scans over the homepage text. There are promises of a tactful service, personalised to the needs of each individual client and differing packages with a range of prices.
‘Here at the Alpha Escort Agency, we understand the sensitive and intimate situation a heat can present. You want security, comfort and companionship. Whether you're looking for a companion to see you through your regular heat or are in search of one off help, all our experienced Alpha escorts are trained to ensure you are well cared for. All personal preferences and desires catered for. Our escorts will even launder your bedding and cook your dinner.’
Alice peers around at her trashed kitchen and thinks that sounds like a winning idea.
She clicks through onto the different packages. Now there are pictures of the Alphas. All soft focus, nicely lit. They are dressed in fluffy boyfriend sweaters, smiling and laughing, or peering into the camera with a wistful longing that gives her butterflies in her stomach. The photographs are certainly a contrast to the ones the Alphas usually post on their profiles — all topless, strained muscles and fierce faces — sometimes even a dick pic. This agency has a much better idea of what women want — well, women like her anyway.
The premium, platinum, All Singing, All Dancing package doesn't even have a price listed, so that is obviously out of her budget. The next one down is bank-breaking. But after that it's not so bad. After all, she's a single woman with a good job, fast approaching her thirties who owns her own apartment, has company gym membership, no pets, no kids and no hobbies. In other words, she has plenty of disposable income. What is she going to spend it on if not this? Another singles holiday to a yoga retreat in Bali where she'll end up with a sore back and a nasty case of the runs?
Yes, this is a much better investment. She pulls up the application form and fills it out. For a moment she considers using a false name, but, what the hell, she has nothing to be ashamed of. There's more small print, but again she finds that reassuring. It's stuff about the need to vet clients in advance, including testing for STDs, and for clients and escorts to use protection. No communicating with the employees is permitted outside the arrangement, no recording equipment allowed during the shared heats and no requests for photographs of genitalia. Heats are to be shared at the client's home or one of the pre-approved hotels. Certain acts are banned, but she isn't even sure what half of those are. Finally, there's a promise to be in touch within twenty-four hours.
Alice hits send and heads for the shower, feeling pleased she's finally taking control of this mess that is her sex life.
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On Monday morning, Maria slides into her office between meetings and drags her out to get a coffee. Maria used to be the person Alice went out drinking and dancing with on a weekend but Maria has been happily cocooned in a relationship for the last eighteen months and now she lives vicariously through Alice, although Alice seems to spend more and more time working late or home alone.
"So?" Maria asks, bumping her shoulder into Alice's as they stand in queue.
"So what?" Alice says, suddenly keen to search her handbag for her purse.
"Oh, no! No no no!" Maria wags her finger at Alice. "Don't give me that — details now please or I won't be your back up next time."
Maria and Alice used to have an arrangement. When either one was in heat, they'd send details of the Alpha they were spending it with. It was a safety net, just in case things went wrong. However, Alice is the only one that's been making use of this arrangement since Maria hooked up with Ed and unfortunately that means she's the only one supplying all the gory details of hopeless Alphas and forgettable heats.
"I don't want to talk about it," says Alice with a mixture of a blush and a frown.
