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After explaining to his twins, as briefly as possible, the situation between Scarlett and Mrs. X, Raoul calls his friend puts on a nice suit and heads to Kappa Phi Theta.
As explained earlier, that is "the Asian sorority" at USCLA in 1987, when only one is necessary.
Raoul, however, is less excited about this than many readers will imagine. Having grown up in a household with several Asian women, they don't seem as exotic to him, as, say, Eastern European or Middle Eastern women. And anyway, he's gone to school in Beverly Hills and worked as an actor and model in Hollywood for the past two years, so he sees
all
kinds of beautiful women on a daily basis, and many of them make themselves available to him as brazenly as their own daring allows.
Additionally, this will not be his first time in a sorority house. Of course the first few times were exciting — after all, he was only sixteen the first time he'd been invited to "Kappy" — but eventually he realized that, sure, it's easy to meet girls there, but it's not so easy to discreetly disappear with one, and impossible to disappear with more than one! So, since he can meet beautiful women almost anywhere, why bother with the environmental nuisances of a sorority?
However, he owes his cousin Yvonne a favor. She'd covered for him a few weeks ago, when the angrily suspicious father of one of her friends had confronted her.
"Can you speak Spanish?" he'd asked. A random question, out of the blue, but his tone certainly didn't sound random.
"A little," Yvonne said. "We all can a little."
"Janie says you're tutoring her in Spanish," he'd accused. "Is that true?"
"Oh, yeah," she said immediately. She knew exactly what was going on. She'd seen Janie sneaking out through the backyard more than once. "She's doing better, too. She just needs more practice is all."
"You don't sound Spanish," he'd challenged her.
"No, well, I'm not actually, but my aunt is. She's Cuban and she lives with us here, so we speak it all the time. She always has her Hispanic friends over, too. My cousins, her grandkids, can actually speak it super-well. You should hear them. They're native speakers, practically."
"Talk some Spanish to me then. I think she's just going there to see your brother."
"He's my cousin actually, and maybe that
is
why she comes here. Lots of girls come here to see him, that's true. But we speak Spanish when she's here. I help her with his homework. With
her
homework, I mean."
"Well, your cousin doesn't
do
anything with her, does he?"
"No, no. Well, I guess I don't know, really. I don't keep track of him or her. But not that I know of. Anyway, he has so many girls here all the time. He definitely wouldn't do anything that she didn't really want him to do."
"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of. She's crazy for him alright. Has magazine photos of him stark naked up on the walls of her bedroom."
"Stark naked?"
"Practically."
"Black and white?"
"You know 'em. The cologne ads."
"Yeah. Lots of girls have those. Did he sign them for her?"
"Sign them? Like an autograph? Hell, I don't know. Probably."
"Well, she's one of many. You probably don't have much to worry about."
And so on.
Within hours, she'd related an exaggerated version of this to Raoul, and if she made up something about the father saying he had a shotgun, well, did she really make that up, or had she innocently misremembered? Reader, neither you nor I will ever know for sure.
And when Yvonne concluded that only-barely-slightly-somewhat embellished account with an extremely casual invitation to her sorority's New Year's Party, he understood that his attendance was optional... in the sense that if he didn't want to go, fine, but he could cover for his own damn ass next time!
Not that Raoul would particularly mind a fight with Janie's dad. He'd had plenty of fights with dads already. He's taller and stronger than any of them, and when he explains that he hasn't done anything with their daughters that their daughters haven't strongly encouraged him to do, and he never would, and when he then proves indifferent to their rage and their threats, eventually the fires die down, the daughters get ungrounded, and if he wants, he goes on fucking the daughters without worrying about what anybody's dad thinks about it.
It's nice to be over six-foot-seven (as the Americans would say) and built like a cross between an underwear model (which he is) and a boxer (which he is also is).
Other fathers are much less confrontational — especially when Raoul shows up in person — and just beg him to be kind to their daughters. Which of course he is — if they're lucky — by giving them the kind of good, hard fuckings that they desperately want.
But these confrontations are always much harder on the daughters, and Raoul would spare Janie, or anyone else, from that kind of humiliation.
So, for the sake of Janie's privacy and the privacy of all the future Janie's, he's to be the guest of honor at Kappa Phi Theta's New Year's Party.
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The whole Scarlett situation has rattled him, so he takes the Corvette even though he's getting too tall for it: his knees come up on both sides of the steering wheel, and he can only drive comfortably with the top off, but at least he can relax in it a little more easily than on his bike, especially on the holiday, with all the drunks on the road.
On the drive over, he turns it all over in his mind again...
Mrs. X wants to keep it secret, but Scarlett's a loose cannon. Eventually she's going to talk. Maybe the gossip will reach the school, or his coworkers. Drama, drama, drama. He'll have to deal with Mr. X, who might be enraged. It'll get to movie and television people quickly.
Worst of all, investments in the company he's trying to start could be withdrawn.
That
would suck. That would be a huge problem.
Anyway, there's nothing to be done about it now.
As he pulls into the parking lot, several of the girls come out to meet him. Yvonne follows not far behind them.
"Raoul!" they cheer.
Waving excitedly in lovely dresses and high heels — most bought with Christmas money within the past week, just for this occasion — they follow their elbows down the lawn, engulfing him as soon as he stands up outside the car. About four or five get to hug him directly while another seven or eight hug him through them. Even the tallest don't come up to his shoulders, so he reaches his arms down around all of them, giving them all a collective squeeze.
"Hello, ladies," he drones, smiling down at them though a cloud of sweet perfumes and pungent hairsprays. They're all dolled up with makeup and blow-dried hair, as if they were going out on dates.
"Thank you for coming!" Yuuko sings to him.
Yuuko could actually have a chance with him. She's the tallest of the girls, and very thin. She's also confident and very smart. Of course she's three years older than he is, and somewhat plain in the face, but if she's up for a fling, he definitely would be too.
"You're welcome."
"Yeah, thank you!" This is Trang, his personal favorite at the moment, though she's about the opposite of Yuuko. She's not quite five feet tall, so there would be something almost comedic about fucking her, but her little body is perfect: her tiny waist looks too small to support her surprisingly full bust, while her hips and thighs are curved perfectly. She always looks at him with a suspicious smile, as if she knows he's thinking dirty thoughts but doesn't want to discourage him too much... He knows, though, that her real purpose for those looks is to inspire those very thoughts!
He's met them all a few times. When Yvonne rushed the sorority, she used him as bait, and despite his assurances to the contrary, she's sure they bid for her largely to get him, so now she brings him to the ladies whenever she can. She basically serves him to the girls and lets them have their way with him...
Not that he minds, although unfortunately "their way with him" tends more toward group cuddling than group sex!
Also, it should be said, Raoul is the one who actually pays Yvonne's sorority dues and housing (not to mention tuition and so on), and he always donates generously to the fundraisers — so from her point of view, if he has a good time, all the better!
Since it's winter break, many of the girls have gone home, so he was expecting a rather small, intimate affair. Instead, to his surprise, it seems like at least half of them are here — over a dozen have come out to meet him, and there must be more in the house.
They escort him back up the lawn and into the house, singing small-talk:
"So have you had a good birthday?"
"Yeah, definitely."
"What was your best gift?"
"I got about a dozen bottles of Obsessed for Men."
They all laugh.
"Seriously, though, what was the best?"
"Well, I got a fake ID."
"No way!"
"Yup. And an invitation to a strip club."
