In the morning, Chereel smiled inwardly to herself when she saw Miko flounce downstairs with an extra spring in her step. Miko plopped herself down at the breakfast table and started to eat with a ravenous appetite.
The girl's hypersexualized squeals had been audible throughout the house last night. They were natural sounds. Healthy. Animalistic. And they had made both Chereel and her husband so horny that he'd pushed his pajama bottoms down in a frenzy and pulled her head to his crotch to service his swollen cock. He ended up mounting her and fucking her to two orgasms before they fell asleep. It was one of the best nights of Chereel's year.
The memory made her backdoor clench. She chuckled to herself as she sipped her coffee and watched her daughter eat, feeling that pleasant well-fucked soreness in her asshole. It was going to be an interesting day.
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The portfolio consultant was a beta. Like many betas who worked outside the home and brothel, she attempted to straddle that line between professionalism and seduction. Her pencil skirt, blouse, and suit jacket were all of acceptably professional gray, black, or white.
But her sexuality was far from hidden. After all, she was not working as a stock broker or lawyer. She was an advisor on sexual appeal, on developing allure through appearance and behavior. And in this context, her image was perfect.
Her neckline exposed just the very hint of the top of her cleavage. Her face was made-up with hues of pink and violet. Golden hoops hung from her lobes. Her nails, manicured in the French style, matched the color of her lipstick precisely. 4-inch heels showcased her dainty feet while accentuating her calves and causing her buttocks to push out and strain her skirt.
"So Miko, your mother tells me you think you're a special case, hmm? Not interested in serving in the house or in the brothel?"
Miko blinked back at her. "Were you?"
The consultant seemed momentarily taken aback by the challenge, but she recovered quickly. "Ha! Maybe you are special, but maybe not enough. I've reviewed your file. Good grades, pretty face..." she tilted her head as if looking behind Miko, "and an ass that's filled out nicely. There are companies who would be interested in you, sure. But no one is interested in a girl with a bad attitude, understand? Better a secretary that has to be taught twice than one who refuses."
Miko glared at the woman as if she was the living embodiment of this fucked up system.
The consultant turned to Miko's mother. "Chereel, would you do me a favor and step out for a moment? I want to talk to Miko alone."
Chereel blinked a few times before quickly nodding and exiting the room.
The consultant turned back to Miko and offered a smile that seemed mildly sinister to Miko. "She seems lovely. That's nice that you have such a caring mother."
'I wonder if she told you how she had me drugged and gang-raped,' Miko thought.
"But that's her job as a mother. To care. To love. My job is different. My job is to be honest with you and share my professional opinions. And my professional opinion is that you're going to have a tough time, Miko. You think you're too good to be a beta. I saw it in your file, and it's oozing out of your eyes right now. You're pissed off. You look like you're waiting for someone to rush in here and apologize to you for the injustices you've suffered, to beg your forgiveness for their mistake and declare you an alpha."
She paused to allow Miko to deny this, but Miko just glared back at her in silent confirmation.
"Well, guess what, honey. No one's coming. You're a beta. You'll always be a beta. And life is going to get rocky for you if you don't accept that in a hurry."
Miko was practically staring daggers at the woman now for the simple crime of stating the facts. As if staring hard enough to consume the woman with laser beams from her eyes could save Miko from having to acknowledge the truth of her words.
"Hey, I get it. A lot of betas are pissy in the beginning. But they get over it quick. They get over it quick or they end up tied down, bent over, in the seediest brothels, taking a dozen cocks up their asses everyday to help them process those feelings."
The woman softened her expression to a more sympathetic smile. She leaned forward conspiratorially and continued in a soft voice, almost a whisper, "I bet you're still trying to masturbate like an alpha, huh? Tugging on your little clitty? It's hard to imagine an uptight girl like you bouncing her ass on a dildo."
Miko stood suddenly. She felt humiliated, assaulted, violated.
The consultant looked annoyed and pierced Miko with angry eyeballs. "Sit the fuck back down. Jee-sus! You're out of control. You better get it together quick, Miko, and I mean right fucking now, or I don't think I'll be able to help you. You can go home and sulk and whine until your custody is purchased by some unsuccessful brothel owner who scrapes by selling shock value - extreme insertions, beastiality, predicament bondage. Think that will make you feel better?"
Miko's eyes darted around the room like a cornered animal in full fight-or-flight panic. She knew everything the woman was saying was true, confirming all her unspoken fears. She took a few deep breaths and sat back down.
The consultant kept eyeballing her. "Alphas have power, but they don't have all of it. Betas have power too. Alphas need betas. They positively crave betas. Some things they can take by force; some things they can't. An alpha can force his dick up a girl's ass, but he can't force her to like it. He can't force her to seek him out and honestly beg him for it. A company can own a beta's custody, but it can't force her to be loyal, can't force her to take it on her own initiative to figure out the company's needs and address them. You can't force someone to love. Even getting them to pretend is incredibly time consuming. That's why, like I said, people won't waste good money on reluctant girls. Too much work. Best send them to the big brothels where they're set up to deal with that sort of thing.
The best positions go to betas who understand how things work. Who know their roles and the ability of those roles to influence, to suggest, to manipulate. Betas who know the rules - including which ones can be bent. Who understand that a beta's power is more subtle, less concrete, but ultimately a match for any alpha's."
The woman lifted her hands in front of her, spinning her wrists with a little flourish so her palms faced up. She tilted her head and smiled. "Betas like me."
Miko stared at the consultant skeptically. She wondered if the woman was wise or deluded. Just like Zaga's mother Meryl, here was another beta who claimed to have secretly surpassed the role written for betas in society's script. Miko wondered if these were all just the fantasies they told themselves in order to accept their fates. Then she remembered the sight of Meryl's strap-on penetrating her husband's anus. Maybe there was a secret script these women had tapped into.
The consultant silently regarding Miko with her head cocked, appraising her reaction.
"The arena would have helped you, I think. It helps some girls to get the shit kicked out of them before they have to start taking it in the ass. But hey," she said with an air of finality, putting her hands on her knees and rising out of her chair, "we've got to work with what we've got."
The woman pointed to her desk. "Bend over with your elbows on the desk and lift your dress out of the way, up over your ass."
Miko's jaw dropped open at the sudden, unexpected command. The consultant adopted a hard expression.
"Show me you can follow directions or get the fuck out of my office and stop wasting my time!"
Miko took one more breath to make sure this wasn't some joke or hallucination, then she got up and moved in front of the woman's desk. She placed one forearm on the surface for balance and reached back with her other hand to hitch her dress up over her hips.
The consultant took in the view and sighed.
This she could sell. Fat pale cheeks ballooned from either side of a blue silk thong. Infinitely fuckable. A shape sculptors had endeavored to recreate for centuries without ever fully succeeding. It had been a picture of this ass that had convinced the consultant to offer Miko's mother this meeting. But Miko's derriere was even better in person.
Zooming out only made the view more appetizing. Small dimples in the girl's lower back spoke to her femininity, her betaness confirmed by the black barcode peaking out from the top of her thong. Lace stockings clung to full thighs. A petite hand quivered in mid-air as it gripped her hem to keep it lifted and her bottom on display.
The consultant felt a smile spread across her lips. If she could only get this girl's mind right, she was going to make a fortune on her commission.
"Don't move," she said softly as she moved to retrieve her favorite paddle from her desk. A rectangular implement about a foot long, made of fiberglass with six large holes drilled in the surface to reduce air resistance. A soft leather grip on the handle offered the wielder considerably more comfort than the other end offered the receiver. It had helped countless girls get into the right mindset.
Miko watched the woman admiring the tool she'd pulled out of her desk. "What...what are you doing?"
"I'm going to spank you, Miko," she said as she moved back behind the pale-bottomed girl.
She had the girl put both of her forearms flat on the desk. The consultant held the hem of the girl's dress against her mid back and traced the surface of her buttocks with the flat paddle.
"You need to learn to submit, or at least pretend to submit," a very, very subtle distinction, the consultant thought to herself, but one that might encourage the girl's compliance.
