Job Offer

Heavy metal music blasted through the speakers of the old SUV that Sasha was driving.

Allis was in the backseat, tolerating the loud noise while caressing his arms tightly, shrinking into his seat as he shivered due to the freezing cold air, thanks to the car's broken heating system.

"Can you please turn that off?", Allis yelled. It was getting harder to hide his irritation, especially with the skimpy, uncomfortable clothes he was wearing underneath his long black coat.

Sasha turned down the volume, "You really changed haven't ya? So spicy and fiery!", he teased, throwing him a glance through the rear view mirror with a deviant smile on lips.

Allis instinctively grimaced at the creepy smile, and turned his gaze away to outside. "Don't worry, I think you're sexier this way", he added as he turned the steering wheel, diverting the car off the main road and into the driveway of the hotel.

Allis couldn't bother feeling uncomfortable by Sasha's comments. He was busy worrying about meeting that man again.

That unusual feeling he had felt in his guts when he saw his face that night, endured for many following days. He looked familiar, however, there was something strange about his touch, his scent. They felt like drugs getting injected in his blood. Just thinking about that man turned his body hot, like he would descend into heat anytime.

And that scared the hell out of him. It petrified him, how vulnerable he became in front of that man, that complete stranger.

He'd been raped many times before. Not just by a few but many men, all types of them and in every gruesome way possible. His body was so traumatized that it had become numb, to everything, pain or pleasure. But that night was the first time in his life when his body had responded with such vigor to someone else's touch.

And a part of him was guilty as well as disgusted, that it was that stranger, and not Wayne, the first person he fell in love with. It's not like he could have done anything about it. Like always, he was just a powerless and pathetic being that couldn't help himself, couldn't fight for himself and just waited for the rescue. He hated himself for being this person.

He released a deep sigh, wondering why he couldn't be normal, like others, like Kian or Will or any other omega he had met after escaping that shithole two years ago.

"Get off here", Sasha's voice pulled him out of his thoughts, "Fucking assholes have blocked the driveway", he cursed. Allis peeked outside to see two black mercedes blocking the road.

"Take the key, I'll follow you", he instructed as he stretched out his hand, holding a black keycard between his fingers. "And don't try to play smart, I'm watching you", he added the warning. The omega took the card from his hand and unlocked the door to step outside.

The chilling breeze brushed against his silky raven hair as he walked up the wide staircase leading to the entrance of revolving glass doors. As he made his way inside the vast corridor of the hotel the cold air subsided.

He looked around the hall as he walked past the grand reception counter towards the elevators. There were fewer people around this time as compared to his previous visit, which was on a crowded and busy weekend.

During his last visit he had failed to notice the majestic appearance of the hotel. It was surely the first time he had seen such a building. The vast foyer leading to the beautiful hallway and well lit corridors. The floor covered with snowy quartz tiles and the walls painted in alabaster white, dazzled as the light from the giant crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the foyer, reflected off of them.

The aura of the hotel made Allis wonder how rich this man actually was, not that he could make any estimation.

The doors of the elevator slid open and he stepped inside pressing a button on the side, which lit up upon his touch. The doors closed behind him and he leaned against the wall of the elevator.

Before he could reach his floor, the elevator halted and opened its doors on one of the levels in between. A woman stepped in, pressed a button on the side and stood herself next to the omega.

Allis couldn't help but ogle at her flawless appearance. Her hair tied neatly into a bun, her black blazer that embraced her thin waist perfectly, paired along with the knee length pencil skirt and shiny black heels adorning her pretty feet.

She glanced at Allis and passed him a smile, "Hello", she greeted. Her voice was deeper than one would have expected.

The omega ,startled by the greeting, smiled back, "H-Hello", he hesitantly responded.

The doors slid shut.

"That room is empty", the woman said, without looking at him. "What?", he asked, even more confused, wondering if he misheard her words.

"902, It's empty", she repeated. Allis continued to look at her in confusion. He looked at the card in hand, which had the number stated by the woman, imprinted on it.

"Excuse me?", he questioned.

The elevator halted again. "Follow me", she instructed. Her tone was surprisingly commanding. Allis wouldn't have done such a thing but he was so clueless in that moment that he instinctively followed her order.

She marched through the hallway, swinging her hips side to side, leading him to a large hall. She pushed open the glass door, and entered what looked like a dining hall.

Allis looked around, bewildered by the exquisiteness of the place. It was almost uncomfortable for him to be there. He felt so alienated, so disconnected.

The woman slid out a chair from one of the tables, placed her handbag on the floor and seated herself down. She opened her handbag, retrieving a thin white laptop from it and flipped it open as she placed it on the table.

Allis continued to stare at her, with a puzzled expression on his face. "Are you going to sit anytime soon? Cuz I don't have much time", she said, raising her brows.

A waiter approached as soon as Allis sat himself down, opposite her. "Good Evening Ma'am, What can I get you?", he greeted, focusing all his attention on her.

Allis's confusion had him zoned out of the conversation before he could realize. What is happening? Has the woman mistaken him for someone else or did she really know him? Should he leave? Should he stay? Nothing was making sense to him.

He heard the sound of fingers snapping in front of his face. "Hello? Are you listening?", her voice pulled him from his daze. "Huh?", he uttered.

She released a sigh. "Let me start again. Would you like something?", she asked, flipping the pages of the menu. "Oh, no thanks but, I think you got the wrong person", he said, in an apologetic tone.

"Allison Lee Davis? Is that correct?", she asked, reading off of the laptop screen. Allis could only sit there speechless. That was him. The woman knew his full, real name. Not even Wayne knew his full name. Nobody apart from his family knew of his real name, that is if his father still remembered him.

"How do you know my real name?", the omega asked, timidly.

"That's not important Allison", she smiled, "What's more important is that I came here to offer you a job", she widened her brows to show excitement.

"I'm not sure I understand", Allis replied, defensively. The fact that she knew his real name was enough to worry him. What else did she know? What did she want? Is she related to that client?

"Look Allison, I'll just get to the point. We both know that filthy sex dungeon Dorothy runs is very much illegal. Anyone that works for her is treated worse than slaves", she folded her hands onto the table and leaned forward, "I know enough about you to see that you hate it there. And, we can help you out".

"What do you mean we? You and who?", Allis inquired. The woman's smile faded away into a little frown.

"Who do you think?", she looked irritated.

Was he supposed to know the answer? Is it that man? Did he run some kind of brothel? Or was he a gangster?

"Okay. I can't sit here any longer", She let out a deep sigh while Allis sat there engrossed in his thoughts with a worrisome expression on his face. "He wants to hire you Allison. He wants you to be his kept, like a mistress or whatever ", she explained, exasperated. "You'll be paid. You'll be fed. If you want a place to live, he'll get you one. He'll be your uh what do they say?", she tried remembering the word, "Sugar daddy, isn't that what its called?".

Allis looked at her suspiciously, for a few seconds.

"So what do you say? Sounds like a dream doesn't it?", she forced a smile, "In a profession like yours this is as high as one can get".

"I'm sorry but I'll have to say no", he politely replied.

The woman stared at him in disbelief. "Seriously? You need more convincing", she looked displeased.

"No. Its not that", he hesitated. "I'm just not looking for trouble right now", he said as he began to get up from his chair.

"Take it while you can, you whore!", she snapped, her tone turning bitter too suddenly, surprising the omega , "It's not like you have any other option now. You know your slutty body can't take in anymore dicks right? Now that you're….with him….", the angry tone subsided as she choked, "Ugh fuck it!", she cursed, and got up from her seat.

"Call this number when you get in your right mind", she threw a cardboard colored card at his face, and walked away, with the sound of her heels fading with every step.

Even though she didn't say it out loud, Allis knew what it was. He felt a tear roll down his cheek. One after the other. Just when he thought his life couldn't get any worse, he is proven wrong.