Page 8 of White Hole

Arriving back at the kitchen, I opened one of the pre-made meals Sharice left inside the fridge and devoured it. Elle walked into the living room from her bedroom just as I cleaned up my dinner.

“Elle! I need your help!” Plopping down on our denim blue sofa, I sat next to where she lounged scanning social media on her phone.

“What’s up? You’re kinda ripe, by the way.” Shoving her long, blond hair over one shoulder, she laid back on the couch, stretching her long legs up on our glass coffee table.

“I know. I just ran fourteen miles. I’ll shower... after.” Putting down her phone, she waited for me to continue. “I need you to set me up with someone. Like someone hot. You know? Someone top tier caliber.”

Elle’s big blue eyes sparkled. “Oh? Oh my gosh, I’m so excited! You trust me? Let’s see…” She began listing off potential suitors. Matchmaking was one of Elle’s talents, and she loved to do it. Plus, she looked like a Barbie doll and knew tons of attractive people like herself. Elle sat up excitedly. “Got it. How about the mayor’s son? He’s a bit older, but only 24.”

“Mayor Grant’s son?”

“Yeah, his name is Barrett Grant. He’s very attractive. Just out of law school and joined Smith & Goldstein. Rich.”

“And you say he’s attractive?” Elle flipped her phone around and showed me a picture of a man lying on a beach, taking a selfie of his body from the neck down. The body was ripped and tan. Not as big of muscles as I preferred, but other than dumb meatheads at the gym, not many men had that kind of physique. Besides, the mayor’s son? Cale couldn’t compete with that. “Sold.”

“Let me text him real quick.”

“Wait, have you… have you been with him before?” Elle liked to party. I respected her, but couldn’t compete with her experience or her likely bedroom skills. I’d hate to disappoint the mayor’s son in the blowjob department or be the runner-up after receiving what I would assume to be a professional job.

“No. I prefer older men.” She smiled shyly.

“Oh. Good for you.” I jumped up to head to the shower. “Let me know what he says!”

After I got out of the shower, I wrapped my fuzzy towel under my arms. When I reached my bedroom, there was a tap on my door. I opened it for Elle.

“Barrett says he’d love to take you out. He wants to meet at the club on Friday night if that’s cool. We’re all going to be there. I’ll even drag Marissa.”

“Sounds fun.”

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Friday night, I spent extra time getting ready for the dance club. I barrel waved my dark brown hair and chose a sexy lavender top to accentuate my pale skin. The blouse had a wide-open V that reached a banded waist, exposing my little more than modest cleavage. Tape secured it to my breasts so I wouldn’t have a wardrobe malfunction. I paired it with tight white jeans and silvery jeweled high heels.

Glancing at my friends, ready to head out, I was jealous of their short skirts and dresses. Hopefully, the mayor’s son wouldn’t be turned off by the old cuts on my legs. It would take a while before I felt comfortable showing my body to a stranger. Or lots of alcohol, like the weekend with Matt.

As if sensing my hesitation, Marissa grabbed my hand and squeezed. “You look awesome!” Elle shuffled us all out the door, and we made the short trek to the warehouse on the edge of downtown.

Slinking back to the bar to grab a drink, I was stopped when a soft hand slid along my exposed lower back. A higher male voice said in my ear, “Let me buy you one, honey.” I recognized the guy from my Russian literature class waving the bartender over. He wasn’t unattractive. Thin, tall, and wearing a backward baseball cap and NU T-shirt. He just wasn’t my type. But I’d take a free drink.

“Sure, thanks. Vodka soda, please.”

The man ordered one for me and a beer for himself. “I’m Eric. I’ve seen you in class.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you, too. I’m Kinsley. I have to tell you that I’m meeting someone here tonight, though.”

Eric nodded. “Of course you are. Boyfriend?”

Shaking my head, I told him, “No. Kind of a blind date, actually.”

“Well, if it doesn’t work out, I’m here. With my boys… over there.” His long finger pointed to a corner table where a group of Theta Rho Zeta guys sat. My eyes were immediately drawn to a giant muscular brute taking up a side of the booth by himself. His face was the most handsome one I had ever seen, with a long, squared jaw covered in stubble. Long, shiny blond hair was wrapped in a low ponytail. A quick inhale caught in my throat.

“You’re in TRZ?” Theta Rho Zeta was a notorious Greek fraternity on campus. The minimum family income for acceptance was probably a million a year. All those guys were known for throwing wild orgies and crazy parties. Almost certainly, none of them would be going into medicine. They probably bought their test scores from smart kids like me if they were.

Eric followed my eyes. “Yeah. You know G?”

“Who?”

The bartender handed us our drinks, and Eric took a swig with a smile and snorted. “That’s Big G. We also call him ‘horse cock.’” He looked at me knowingly.

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