“I would be honored. Let me just find an alpha who treats me well and isn’t a dud in bed and I will be a baby factory. You know I want lots of pups.”
“Good luck with that. Let me know how your search goes.”
“Will do. But, I’ll let you go. I know you need to sleep. Love you.”
“Love you too. Talk to you soon.”
Remi scrambled out of his nest to throw away his ramen cup and quickly brush his teeth before rushing back into his nest and snuggling into the blankets deeply, trying to get back his little pool of warmth. As he laid in bed, Remi wondered what kind of person he would be paired with at the agency. He pictured his dream alpha and had to laugh at himself. There was no way in the world he would ever be paired with his ideal type. Tall, strong, dark hair and eyes, a strong jawline and big, warm hands, a kind smile and eyes that sparkled with humor. The omega scoffed and rolled over, dismissing his own thoughts. He was never going to meet his dream guy through a sugar daddy service.
Morning always came too soon and too cold for his liking, and as his alarm went off, Remi groaned. But once he remembered that today was the day he was going to the matchmaker, he managed to convince himself to get out of bed on his first alarm. He hoped to spend a little extra time on his appearance today so that he would look pretty in his pictures. He showered quickly and did his usual morning routine of dressing. Remi wore his nice jeans and a button up shirt, blow-drying his hair and trying to style it a little bit with the dryer. He even pulled out his little stash of makeup and dabbed concealer under his eyes, adding a bit of brown eyeliner and cherry chapstick.
When he was done, Remi smiled at his reflection. He was pretty today, and hopefully that would help him to find a good match. He skipped breakfast, grabbing his coat, keys, wallet and backpack before rushing out the door and jogging to the bus stop. There was a decent amount of snow on the ground now, enough that the streets had been salted. He almost slipped several times, the worn soles of his ancient white converse offering no friction to the slick ground. And also no warmth to his freezing toes.
School was boring, Mondays were all business classes. But at least he got to feel semi-accomplished by having all his homework done early for once. Remi sat through his classes, trying hard to pay attention and not let his thoughts wander to the unusual interview he had scheduled for the afternoon. He was unsuccessful at his attempts to keep the appointment out of his head, but made it through the day. He had to take the subway to get all the way across New York, then take a bus from near the station and walk another four blocks to get to the building.
Remi looked up at the expensive looking office building. It was the kind of place that wasn’t all one company, but a big tower where many businesses rented space. He headed inside. The building was nice, like… really nice. He looked around as he walked through, admiring the marble floors and high ceilings in the lobby as he waited for the elevator. This place must cost a fortune to rent in, and he felt bad as he left wet footprints across the pristine floors. He boarded the elevator and headed up to the 18th floor. This entire floor apparently belonged to Magic Shop, and he was greeted immediately by the receptionist at the counter.
“Good afternoon, welcome to Magic Shop. How can I help you?” The pretty female alpha said, looking at Remi with a smile.
“I’ve got an appointment today. My name is Remi Laroche.”
She consulted her computer for a moment, before turning back and offering him another smile. She stood from the desk and walked around to him.
“Please follow me this way.”
Remi followed her down a hallway and into an office where he was greeted by another female alpha. The plaque on her desk read Wendy Swift- Matchmaker. So he guessed this was the person conducting his interview. The receptionist left them alone and Remi took a seat as directed. The woman across the desk was beautiful and a little intimidating, but when she smiled Remi felt more at ease.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Laroche. I’m so glad you’ve decided to join our agency to find a match. I need to start out by asking you a few questions to make sure you’re suited to our services.”
“Uh… sure. Go ahead.”
“Great. First question, when was your last heat?”
Remi was surprised that question one was such a personal one, but he knew that this would come up, so he just answered honestly.
“About two months ago.”
“Is there any chance you could be pregnant currently?”
“No.”
“Would you be willing to take a pregnancy test and an STI screening?”
“Of course. No problem.” Remi knew he was clean.
“What kind of financial support are you looking for?”
“Um… just like…help with rent and bills. Maybe tuition. I’m a college student enrolled at New York Culinary Institute and New York Business College.”
This answer seemed to surprise her, and she cocked a brow as she made notes on a pad in her lap. “Okay. How many sexual partners have you had?”
Remi cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat, face going pink.
“Just one.”
“I see. Would a sexual component to the relationship we set you up with be amenable to you?”
“Yes, of course. I would be… fine with that.”