#deevery

Avery prided herself on her shrewdness and observational skills when it came to people.

She knew how to cultivate her sugar babies. 

When she had first run into her new doll, she incorrectly assumed that she was an alpha. Built as she was, with her wide shoulders, tall stature and piercing gaze.

It had been that defiant look in her eyes, even when surrounded by three people that had peaked Avery’s interest in the first place. Brat Taming petulant girls always gave her a rush and Imagining the girl on her knees, begging and desperate had cemented that decision.

Besides, it had been a while since she last had an alpha at her side. 

It was only later, at the cafe that the doll had very offhandedly corrected her assumption and told her she was a beta. The way she had said it was so nonchalant, as if it was an uninteresting, even unimportant fact.

It had tempered Avery’s excitement, but it also explained the girls subdued, if pleasant smell. 

A beta!! she had never dared to date a beta before. Dull affair that they were. She almost considered calling the whole thing off. but the thought that this potentially new toy, with her imposing quality and domineering attitude, would be forced to play her arm candy and be at her beck and call, had deterred her from that notion. 

Yes, the longer she thought about it the more she figured it was actually in her favor. So what if she was a beta? She wouldn’t have to worry about the usual problems that came with dating either omegas or alphas for once. Either desperately needy or entirely up their own ass. Ideally this girl would be Just some new entertainment, a nice piece of ass (with tits to match!), or a palate cleanser. Inconsequential and easy to replace if she tired of her. People might even be dumb enough to assume as she had. The girl passed extremely well as an alpha. it had made her feel good, really. She was practically doing charity work after all.