Page 14 of Ondine, Vol. 2 (Cash City Omegaverse)

The Room Manager

Arnold

One Year Ago

I check my hair to make sure that it’s perfectly in place, fixing a flyaway with my tortoiseshell comb.

My ironed shirt is well tucked in and my tie is straight.

I make sure my shoes aren’t scuffed. There’s not a single stray hair or lint on my coat.

I shave every morning so I pass my hand over my face to ensure it’s still close.

I’m taller than most betas. I exercise and lift weights, so I’m fit like an alpha.

After I got my bachelors degree in Photography, I went back to school and certified as a professional omega caretaker. It only took me 18 months. I’m very proud of the job placement I got, which I got because of my class standing, as I had no connections in Cash City.

I like my job. I take it very seriously. I’m a room manager at the Kestrel Burrow Heat Clinic. I have seven omegas I care for. I’m not supposed to have more than five, but I’m really good at my job, so I’m rewarded with more work.

As a Room Manager my job is to ensure the omegas, all female at this clinic, are well taken care of.

I order their nest kits and manage their inventory and cleaning schedules.

I take note of all their preferences. I assess their needs and present alpha profiles for the omegas to choose partners for their heats.

I do all the scheduling and communication.

The only thing I don’t do is supplement prescriptions, since a doctor does that. Everything else, it’s all on me.

Today I interview three omegas. Two on post-heat interviews, and one new omega.

Shasta, an eager young woman who was an emergency client, enters the room. She’s pretty, like most omegas. She’s 25 and has one alpha, but he was in surgery when she went into heat. She likes purple and synthetic fur. She chose Dante to help her through the heat.

“Shasta, please sit. Thank you for meeting me today.”

She smiles and sits down, my desk between us.

“Before you get out of here we just ask that you answer some questions. Most of these will go into your file for any future reference. We also use this data to improve our program. If you don’t have any questions on that we can get started.”

She nods for me to continue. She’s a little out of it from her 48 hour heat. When she came in she was really sarcastic and sassy.

“On a scale of 1 to 10, one being micropenis and 10 being two big to fit, how big was Dante’s penis?”

Shasta doesn’t even blink. “I’d say a six.”

I type in her answer in the empty field on the form.

“Dante’s cum tasted great. It sustained me very well. I didn’t feel hungry once,” Shasta explains her answer for how well she found Dante’s cum to be for managing her heat. Omegas basically eat their alphas cum as sustenance during their heat.

“He scraped his teeth on my nipples a lot. Is that how they’re trained?”

I shake my head. No, and Dante has been told to stop doing it.

But I don’t tell her that. I flag her answer so Dante gets written up.

“He blew air into my pussy. Is that even safe?”

No, and again, I’ve told Dante to stop doing that.

I’m looking forward to him getting reprimanded for being bad at sex. It’s always a joy to see an alpha get dressed down.

The dressing down is done by me, by the way.

“But he was so hot. Smelled amazing. He had so many abs…” Shasta wistfully recalls.

Dante is an omega favorite because he’s so handsome. I don’t think it outweighs his other flaws. But I’m not an omega.

Shasta and I finish up. I give her the exit paperwork and answer her questions.

While we were in my office, I had the cleaning crew go through the room and clean and pack her nest. She rented most materials, but some needed to be incinerated.

She brought some plush animals that will be waiting for her in her locker. Cleaned and bagged lovingly.

She’s like 5‘2“ and all smiles. Who doesn’t like to spend time around omegas? They are honestly silly as hell. Especially when coming in and out of heats.

I watch her pull out the stuffies and she giggles at each one, talking to them like they missed her. I try not to smile at how precious it is. I have a good reputation here for my professionalism. I don’t want to compromise it.

My phone rings while I schedule the next cleaning on the computer.

“This is Arnold,” I answer.

“Arnie!” My roommate answers. He’s a beta as well.

“Mads. What’re you calling for?” I ask, a little annoyed.

“I’ve got a date tonight. I don’t want you coming home and interrupting us if you know what I mean.” I can practically hear his eyebrows wiggling.

“Mads, you haven’t got laid in like a year, why do you think this will be any different?” I notice my next omega is still in her nest. There are only heat-registering cameras in the room. It’s for their safety and our insurance. So all I see are red and blue blobs. She’s still running hot.

Hm, maybe she needs another alpha. She only reserved one.

“Oh fuck off. I have high hopes for this one. She’s an omega.”

I nearly drop the phone.

“What did you just say?”

There are only a finite amount of omegas. I interact with them everyday because it’s my job, but the average beta might only ever interact with an omega on a rare occasion, if ever.

“She came up to me at the park. I was flying my drone and she wanted to see. I showed her how to use it and then I asked her out. I’ve never really seen one up close.

She fucking glows, dude. Her name is Nancy and I’m practically in love.

We went for coffee last week and already went to a movie.

Did you know they were just like real people?

She wants to be an administrative assistant. ”

I roll my eyes. The media turns omegas into these simpering celestial bodies. But yes, at the end of the day, their designation doesn’t make them any less (or more) human.

“Oh what am I saying, of course you know about omegas. You have like nine of them as pets. You know when I picture you at work it’s like you’re in a lab coat and all the omegas are like little lab rats in their cages. Is that how it is?”

I’m not listening to him. I’m too busy studying the screen. This omega, Mabel, definitely is not done with her heat. I need to go in and check on her. I cancel the cleaning services and pull up some alpha profiles.

“Yeah that’s how it is,” I answer just to move him along. “Mads, you can’t date an omega. Does she have alphas? Have they met you? Do they approve? They are very territorial.”

He scoffs. “She says they suck. She doesn’t want me to meet them. They are two brothers. Is that weird?”

Not that weird. They would handle her heat tag team style. Now three brothers? That’s weird.

“Yeah I don’t know. Just be careful ok. Do they know you’re courting her?”

“Courting? I’m not a fucking alpha. I’m dating her. Like a normal person.”

Mabel isn’t moving.

“I have to go. I’ll try to find somewhere to be tonight. Have fun with your omega. And be safe.”

“Yes, dad.”

I click the phone off and run down the hallway to Mabel’s room. I use my keycard to enter.

“Mabel? It’s Arnold Berrera. Can I approach you?”

She whimpers and it’s the most tragic sound.

The lights are low and the air is stifling. I shut the door behind me and approach her slowly. She’s in the fetal position in her nest.

I crouch down in front of her.

“What’s going on Mabel?”

“It hurts.”

“Where?”

She squeezes her arms around her midsection.

She’s still in heat. One alpha wasn’t enough.

The Clinic is going to change her heat suppressants after I report this.

They only want them to have one alpha. But it’s not always enough.

Rather than give them what they need, they try to mess with their hormones.

I fucking hate it. I hate how we have to come to this.

“Mabel, you only picked one alpha. We have to pick a backup. Can you tell me if you liked Chester. Do you want someone like him?”

Chester is one of the better alphas. He keeps to himself. He sticks to the script. He’s just a bit smaller than the other alphas.

“Yes, he smelled nice.”

I check the chart. He has a floral scent. I find one of the on-call alphas that has a similar scent. There’s a lavender guy, Justin. I issue a 911 distress alert on the app. He will shower in the de-scenters and be here within 10 minutes.

“I’m going to touch you, is that ok?” I tell Mabel. She doesn’t protest. I sit down and pull her into my lap. She curls into me and it relaxes her a bit.

I stroke her hair and she makes a little cooing sound.

“Good girl, relax for me. Someone is on their way.”

I’ve been properly trained on how to comfort an omega in distress, and it does include calling them “good girl”. It involves praise. Petting. Coddling. Kinky language is usually not encouraged, but the omegas respond positively to it in this state, so I do it.

“You’ve been doing so well, Mabel. I’m so impressed. You’re one of the most beautiful and well loved omegas to come into the Clinic. We are so lucky to have you. Your alpha is running to be here. He’s so excited.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

He responded immediately. Safe to say he’s excited.

And then I hum a little song for her. It’s just an old rap song, but I slow it down. She doesn’t catch on. It’s lulling her to a nice level. The lavender scented alpha enters the room. I detach myself from Mabel and leave them to it.

In my office I watch them through the heat cameras. They are just two red blobs, but I’ve been looking at these things for years, so it’s like I can see what’s really happening.

She’s doing better.

I sigh and sit back.

Then I check the mirror I have in the bookshelf near my desk and fix my hair, using my tortoiseshell comb.

I have a new client. She’s coming in for her first consultation. Her name is Ondine. She wants to spend her first heat here.

I looked over her file but she didn’t fill out an online form. She just called in. So I scheduled extra time to ensure I get everything down.