“Well, you can wait in the waiting room here while we have our meeting,” Tim tells Smith.
“No,” Smith counters and stands closer to me. Tim’s eyes go back and forth between Smith and me.
“Your decision, Ms. Jenson,” Tim says.
“He can come,” I say, and I wish I was saying that sentence in a different circumstance.
“All right then, let’s do some pheromone scenting so we can arrange some interviews, maybe as early as tomorrow. Based on your panel from your doctor, it seems like we might be in the seven-day window of your heat. As much as we can get done today would be beneficial. We like to make sure our Omegas have as smooth a nesting period as possible. The less stress before your heat, the better.” I nod my head in agreement as he leads us to this sterile but comfortable-looking room.
Smith takes a seat in the corner and Tim and I sit next to each other. “We received your pheromone testing from your physician, so we don’t need to do that today. This is more to get a marker for what you’re attracted to. We will also go over your limits today. If you’re not too tired, we can look at nests as well.”
“Sounds good,” I say, nodding my head.
“I’m going to spray one of these scent squares and hand it to you. You can tell me on a level of zero being no attraction and ten being extremely attracted.” I nod my head, and he sprays the first square and hands it to me.
It smells like smoke and fresh air. Not bad, but not great. “Seven,” I tell Tim, and he writes it down.
The next scent is bitter like coffee and cigars. “Zero.”
Tim continues spraying the scents. We’ve gone through about ten different scents. Only three of which have gotten above a five.
The next scent is like winter air and pine. It’s clean and refreshing. But it’s not as good as Smith’s. “Nine,” I tell Tim, and in my peripheral vision, I see Smith stiffen.
“Good choice,” Tim says as he logs all my ratings. “Now we need to compile your likes and dislikes. Are there any specific things you do not what your Alphas to do?”
“No sharp impact play, no touching or washing my hair during heat. I’m not really sure what else I wouldn’t be up for.”
“That’s no problem. We have this checklist. If there is anything you would like to mark as a no go, you can look through that. How about things you do like?”
I look over at Smith and shift my weight. I’m uncomfortable, but not really. He should know these things. I just wish they were guidelines for him and not some other Alpha.
“Degradation, toys, oral, and double penetration,” I whisper the last one.
“Strictly just anal and vaginal at the same time, or double vaginal penetration?” Tim asks with a dead ass straight face. Meanwhile, my cheeks are on fire.
“Both,” I respond. Is he torturing me for bringing Smith to this meeting?
“Okay, here is the checklist for encouraged actions, you can check anything else you would be interested in. There is also a page about aftercare and snacks as well that you need to fill out. You work on the paperwork and I will see which nests can be viewed today, if you are up to it?”
“I’m up for it,” I tell him, and he nods his head and leaves the office space.
Smith has his elbows on his knees, and he’s rubbing his beard. “What?” I ask him in a bratty voice.
“I don’t know if I can just leave you here unattended. What if they do something you don’t like?”
He’s so full of shit and it’s really getting on my nerves. “There’s a moderator,” I say sharply.
“Do you need a nap or something?”
“Fuck off, Smith.”
“What did I do?”
“More like what you haven’t done?” I reply and he looks down at the floor and takes off his hat to fix his hair before putting it back on. He doesn’t say shit for the next five minutes as I fill out my forms.
Tim knocks on the door, and I tell him he can come in. He takes my forms and carries an iPad into the crook of his arm. “We can see most of the nests today. I have the top three I believe you might enjoy. Our main office is contacting the Alphas with your favorite scents. We should know by the end of the day who will be able to come in for an interview tomorrow.”
“Sounds great.”
