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Could that train have been anymore uncomfortable? I let out a quiet groan as I stretched until I heard that satisfying pop in my back. I should’ve expected as much when I couldn’t necessarily afford the tickets for the good cars. I’m grateful nonetheless.
I grab hold of my light suitcase and step onto the crowded platform. I make my way to a more secluded area near the walls as I stare down at the wrinkled paper in my hand that had the name and address of my destination. The Jardin D’Eden pleasure house owned by a beta that went by the name of Sloane. Of course I won’t be going there to indulge in any feelings of lust nor will I be a commodity to be bought and sold. No, I’ll be doing more honest work as a housemaid. Also...I don’t really meet their standards. I’m not exactly a pretty omega, but I think I’m pretty decent for an otherwise rugged beta.
All the prostitutes in the brothel are omegas. The more submissive of the 3 secondary genders. I imagine they’re mostly the young loose ones who come from poor breeding and couldn’t find a suitable alpha. Once omegas leave school at the age of 16 they’re expected to find a mate, preferably an alpha, to take care of them thus alleviating the burden they pose their families.
“Excuse me sir! Could ya point me in the direction of this here...er establishment” I asked after hesitantly approaching the constable that stood stiffly in the middle of the busy center
He looked down at the writing on the paper and looked back up into my eyes with a darkened gaze as his face scrunched up as what I could only make out as disgust. I cleared my throat awaiting the response that I hope he’d give me.
“Yeah. Once you go up those stairs there make a right into the shopping district and you’ll eventually spot an alley that’ll lead to the pub areas. After a couple blocks of just going straight you’ll eventually reach...uh where you intend to go. Can’t miss it.” He said in a low and strained tone
I thank him and embark on what I hope is a short little journey. I hum to himself as I make my way through the shoving crowds. Y’know I’m beginning to think that all that I heard about city folks might be true. There’s no reason to be bumping into me as hard as they are!
I need to suck it up. Remember who you’re doing this for. Mother can’t keep the bakery afloat with her declining health. I can’t let my siblings go hungry now can I? Especially since I grew up always having a full belly. It’s not fair if they don’t have the same.
My eyes widen as I gawk at all these new sights. I’ve never seen so many people in one place. Hell I don’t even think the grade levels combined of all the schools back home could even compare. There’s boutiques, bakeries, decor shops and more at every corner. All these folks look like they have on their best attire. I stick out like a sore thumb with all my drabness, but then again I doubt Im of any importance to these people to even notice that I don’t fit in.
I follow the instructions given to me by the constable and now find myself awestruck by my obviously more adult surroundings. Groups of what I can only assume are beta males due to their faint neutral scents are sitting and standing around the outdoor pubs. The air reeks of cigar smoke and booze. The folks here are much louder and boisterous. Scantily clad young men and women pass by the hooting and hollering men unfazed with their heads held high.
After a couple of minutes of walking and a passing feeling of anxiety I come across a large victorian style manor. On the bright green grass is a large stone with a gold plate mounted on it with the engraving “Garden of Eden.”
Certainly the largest house I’ve ever seen but surprisingly home-y. It looks a bit out of place near these other more sleazy looking buildings. I gulped and made my way up the winding road that led to large mahogany double doors. I hesitated before knocking.
After only a few seconds the door was cracked open and revealed half of someone’s face.
“The help comes in through the back” The soft voice of a woman said quickly before abruptly shutting the door.
The help. Okay then. I look around and start making my way around the building. I’m met with a tall and large metal gate that bars me from going any further, but on the side is a smaller brown door. I approach it and knock
A young male beta opens and greets me with a small smile.
“Hiyah! You must be the new hire. Mr. Sloane told us about you. Please come in!” He exclaimed in a warm and inviting tone as he steps aside for me.
From what I’ve been told the entire staff here are betas. It lessens the risk of any of us who will be in close proximity with the goods to lose control and damage them.
“Follow me. You must be introduced to Mr. Sloane before we take you under our wings. By the way I’m Mason.”
“Fabian” I mumble out as I trail behind him. He goes on rambling about how long he’s been working here, and how the easy his duties are. I’m half listening as I take in what appears to be The Help’s section. It’s a bit dingy and nowhere near as elegant as the outside.
Mason stops and turns to me with a serious look on his face.
“And under no circumstances are you to lay a finger on any of the omegas here. That is if you value your hands” He snarled in a menacing tone.
A nervous laugh slips out of me. I do like my hands