Beginning of Chapter 2

Her results arrived nine months later on a nondescript afternoon, when the three suns that circling outside her window burned extra hot and the port had been boiling with heat. For that, her lizard Alpha had cranked up the AC so high its frosty fumes had lured customers into the house— both rich and poor alike.

Rue would say that the den was for people between the middle and the lower class, given that it wasn't the cleanest whore house in the vicinity with neon lights that were decades out of trend and beds that look as if they were from the Victorian century. She was much more used to serving students, fat-bellied aliens and working-class folks with the occasional gold chain and diamond-studded teeth from a good gig at a drug lord's.

So the wealthy young man that had strode in with a bounce in his step had caught her off guard. No, it wasn't the whispery long curls that framed his handsome face, or the stretch of muscle that tightened the satin shirt—one button opened at the top to let loose a muscular chest—that led her to the understanding that he was so rich he could buy the entire spaceport and some.

It was the brands.

SilverDust and GuiLaShaBi

She had to do a quick search to check its authenticity, discretely from behind the counter, eyes snapping to the light-shattering watch and the silk. The silver piercing that studded brows, lips and ears. She had to awkwardly drag her eyes off his tattoos; red, black and moving as tigers, lions and panthers—predators—swam across his muscular arms that bulged. She was sure they were made from the blood of a certain protected species that existed billions of light years away.

Goddamn.

"Welcome to LoveDance," she'd parroted with an eager customer smile, face coloured with so much paint she must seem otherworldly or incredibly robotic. It didn't matter, she had to play the part for the show. "Where we give you exactly what you're looking for. If you don't mind providing your DNA for better matching, please tap your finger on the terminal or else, we can discuss other methods of preference retrieval to match you with the perfect darling."

"Don't you remember me?" he'd asked, voice soft under the hood that covered the tips of his head.

She'd glanced up at him then, finally giving him a quick look, her eyes sweeping to a perplexed pierced face. The tattoo of the tiger had curled its tail around his neck, and she allowed a moment to soak up on the features—boyish, sweet handsome perfection. A symmetrical face of alluring quality and surprisingly doe-like eyes that had lashes which fanned pretty and thick across creamy skin. They seemed familiar, hazel and quivering as they avoided her gaze.

But he was tall, gorgeous and rocking the bad boy idol look. How sweet. She allowed a moment for her body to tremble, then stopped her thoughts before it could descend towards her nether regions and the needs of a dumb Omega.

"Should I?" she'd flashed him a megawatt smile, a thumb through her data base for where she should have keyed in 'tattooed baby sugar daddy' as her tags. "I apologise for the malfunction but I'm afraid the systems on a reset from the latest upgrade, I'd have to reconfigure your user account."

"No, not here," he seemed pained, but she didn't give much of a damn because her email dinged, and a message flashed its hairy ass across her vision.

She blinked away, trying to read it quickly. Her results flashed with solid perfection—a perfect fucking score of 2000/2000. Holy shit. Rue had to swallow down the choked excitement that threatened to spurt from her lips. It was impossible, it was everything she had ever dreamed of and more. It was revolutionary.

There were only a few people in the world that had obtained such a score. And they had been destined for great things, most had a one way ticket straight to University with free tuition, a monthly stipend, and were ensured a high paying job at the end of their schooling. And Rue, ditch poor little omega Rue, had just entered the ranks as one of the best. It was a ticket to her train out of hell.

It was a free ticket to heaven.

Her lips stretched wider, the smile was this time genuine, and she felt like she could be less of a bitch to the rich kid in front of her. She decided then that she'd give him a pretty discount and sent him on his merry way towards pussy for somehow witnessing her success with her. He had been her lucky charm, and this was going to be the best fucking day in her life.

She was in an extremely good mood.

"How should I address you?" she'd asked him, still too absorbed in her own happiness to care about his strange expressions. But he seemed to straighten and stretch in his outfit, preening under her gaze with an odd, glazed look in his eyes.

"You can call me Hal."

"Right Hal," she'd gestured to his screen. "How would you like me to pair you with our algorithm?"

"I don't need that, I can choose on my own," he'd explained in a low tone, his eyes drifting over her frame. "Is that real?" She'd blinked at him then looked down at what he was seeing—her chest with its three bulging silver tits and their glowing metallic scales.

"Oh this?" she shook her head. "It's a prosthetic, just a hologram." She tapped her wrist for a more androgynous look, and it shifted into a flat chest for his liking. He seemed to relax a great deal, his gaze roaming her appreciatively, already she knew what he liked.

"I want you."

"I have a couple of darlings that I would recommend. But if you're looking for someone closer to my species, I can get you three hours for three hundred credits with our best. Most enjoy her kind and she's structured just like me."

She smiled, tapped a message to her mother to wait for a very pretty boy that had a fat ass wallet. They'd be celebrating tonight, and if Rue were lucky her Mama would let her get steak tonight from the credits she'd earned from this boy.

"She's human and Omega, and I'll send you her profile."

"No, not her, I mean you."

She blinked and stared, turned down the glow of her earrings just so she could give him another look. "I apologise sir but I'm not part of the darlings. I'm here for reception because of my nature. I would not give you the satisfaction you desire."

"I don't care about that," he answered, and this time she paid attention to the sweetness of his voice tried to recall where she'd heard it and why its colour and tone seemed familiar. "I'm here for you, I've heard of this place from friends at school."

"Friends…" she'd hummed trying to keep her cool and this time her hologram flickered down to a manlier Alpha look. Her chest was an illusion of bared male skin, with studded pink nipples and the light dip of a forming six pack. The change transformed him, and Hal now looked greedily, eyes sweeping over skin as if he thought it was hers and real. She understood now why he'd been confused by her breasts. He believed her to be male. "You go to Astro High?"

"Yes," he nodded eagerly, nose twitching, "Rue, we were in the same year—"

"Oh, so it wasn't Val that sent you?" the corner of her lips quirked.

She'd assumed he'd come down to the den wreaking havoc once she'd blocked him. But surprisingly enough Valentino hadn't stepped through her door and that confused her. It seemed that his obsession with her wasn't just as much as he'd proclaimed it to be. For that, she'd been just a little disappointed and a tad let down.

The nudist must have found another victim to bother.

"He did. He asked—"

"For me to unblock him. He can tell me that himself," she told him snipped and clean. "But doesn't matter. I'm not going to do that, and you can tell him that since you're a messenger."

This time she didn't give him any respect, knew that he was only here just to fuck with her head and possibly tell the rest of the school what kind of whore she was. So she bent down with her arms crossed and leaned in closer to the Alpha.

She had her nose stuffed to avoid his scent, but he seemed to inhale desperately around her, trying to get her smell which she was sure he would not find in the absence of her natural scent—its obscurity hidden behind de-scenters that really did nothing. She was after all, a scentless girl in a scent filled world.

"Look Hal, if you were here interested to fuck an old cohort mate, you're just not in luck," she shrugged, "I'm not easy lay. It works on a membership basis. I'd say you'd have to fuck the entire compound just to get to me—"

"I—" his eyes widened, the hazel oddly adorable, "I can do it!"

"Okay, chill stud—" she'd whistled, "I lied. Thought you'd give up at that comment. Not everyone likes the faceless fish aliens. Or those jelly slugs. How about this. I'd cost you like a million credits—"

"That's fine," he'd answered, expression growing serious. "I was prepared for more."

"Wow fucking relax mate," she slapped the counter, perched her ass on it. Rue had forgotten that he was dressed in millions and wouldn't mind the losses. His eyes danced to her ass briefly, and she grimaced. "You're in love with me, aren't you? Got a crush on my ass all summer?"

He seemed to falter at her words, shifting on his feet his cheeks blossoming into a gorgeous red that rivalled his tatts. And the shyness appeared once again, her words breaking down all his walls and revealing the truth.

Bingo.

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