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"Wait! What are these names supposed to tell me? There are plenty of Tims and Robins on campus."

Alvin just chuckled and took out his phone.

"I'll show you their faces on Facebook, dummy. I’ve got them added as friends, so I can see their private albums. That’s how you'll recognize them, but don't invite them as friends yourself, remember the rule: the fewer traces, the better."

"Oh my God, this conspiracy is intense, but I guess I get it. Why don’t some of them offer the full set of… services?" I made a meaningful wink.

"They set those conditions from the start. One alpha, one beta, and one omega decided the anal stuff wasn’t for them."

"I also notice some differences in prices. Where do those come from?"

"Don’t ask me; everyone set their own. I don’t impose anything on anyone. I’m not a damn pimp; it’s a free arrangement. If someone wants to charge more, that’s on them. You don’t have to hire them if you think it’s too expensive; just go to someone else who’s cheaper. Am I clear?" He gave me an intense look, and I shrugged.

"Alright, alright, I understand. It’s just a group of people exchanging favors, and nobody asks silly questions, right?"

Alvin nodded with a cheeky smile. "Exactly. Just a group of fuckbuddies with a bit of financial help."

We were silent for a moment.

"So, how do I fit into your elite circle?" I smiled ironically.

"Well, I know you’ve got some decent cash from your part-time job at Nathaniel’s company, and your parents are well-off, so that’s the only thing you need if you want to enjoy the helping hands of our friends."

I have to admit, I was intrigued by this, and I even liked the whole mystery surrounding it. The fact that it was a closed group especially tempted me. Less risk of health hazards and just a more intimate feel overall.

"I like this whole… exclusivity of the group," I murmured.

"Yeah, a lot of us feel the same way. We’re all friends beyond that—we sometimes party together and hang out. We don't want to hire professional escorts; we prefer to keep it, so to speak, in the family. You know, we all use protection, it’s just safer that way."

"Well, then show me the pictures," I motioned to him, and he opened Facebook.

On the screen appeared the face of some alpha—not very handsome, but still bearable.

"This is Mark. The only alpha you can go all the way with."

"Have you ever used his services?" I asked, somewhat uncertainly.

Alvin squirmed a bit and then said, "You know… I’ve used the services of all our friends, just as a matter of principle, to know how things are going. But I’ll admit I have my favorites."

"Then tell me something about each of them, just a few words to help me decide."

"I’m not gonna discourage you from anyone; that’s not the point. Everyone should have an equal chance. Mark is fine if you’re into alphas. There’s also another alpha, Robin. But he doesn’t offer the ‘a’ service." He showed me Robin’s picture. The guy did look really attractive, with a pleasant smile. But I’ve never really been interested in alphas. Yeah, my freshman year,I fooled around with a few guys, exchanged some handies, but nothing serious.

"Now I’ll show you our omegas," Alvin said, opening more profiles on Facebook.

They were fairly decent-looking, but none of them really caught my attention. I felt almost disappointed since I had a rather specific taste—I only liked tall, slender guys with long black hair, and for some reason, I could never bring myself to date any other type. None of the omegas met my criteria.

Finally, Alvin opened three beta profiles.

"This is Sean, one of the two betas who offer the full package. I gotta say, he's quite charming. Sometimes I use his services, even though he's pricier than some omegas. But personally, I think it’s worth spending a few extra bucks because he’s pretty enthusiastic." Alvin cracked a smile.

Sean had curly red hair and big green eyes. Yes, for a beta, he was quite attractive.

"For full disclosure, Sean dated Archer for like a… month just before the fuckbuddy club started, but they split. Archer is into redheads, you know. But Sean couldn’t handle his… um, conservative approach to dating."

Archer furrowed his brows. "Dated? Gosh, Alvin, we went on a few dates, and we just didn’t click, that’s all!"

I chose not to comment on that, especially because I already knew from Alvin about Archer’s weird, not-very-progressive approach to relationships, so it probably wasn’t the best idea to start the topic altogether.

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