Welcome. This story is part of a much longer collection, but I wanted to choose the categories based on content. This has some story and buildup before the action, so not really a quickie for those looking to cum & go. Hope you enjoy.
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Cynthia Tower tried to remember all the things her bodyguard had tried to tell her each year while she was doing her mandatory safety training, but she'd been high most of the time and just blowing it off the rest. Her father paid the guards to keep her safe; she shouldn't have to do their job for them.
But she really wished she'd paid more attention as she tried to stalk her roommate across campus. The Veretrum institute was a private college with no more than 500 members in the student body but it boasted a large, well groomed campus with many buildings and bushes to hide behind. Her roommate was usually easy to pick out of a crowd; Robin stood five foot eleven with model-thin proportions but muscle tone and just enough curves so the wispy-thin tops and tight skirts she wore had something to catch on while her back-length, laser-straight black hair swirled around it. Cynthia, or Cyn to her friends, had a shorter but curvier frame, so she sometimes envied the elegance Robin pulled off without trying. Still, she knew when she fit her D-cups into the right bra and tightened her 34-inch waist she got as many looks, especially if she teased her shoulder-length blonde hair out right. She didn't want Robin's look, but she did want the girl's power.
Cyn seemed to float through all the right crowds and knew all the right members of the student body. She charmed some of the teachers, but not any better than Cyn knew she could manage. Robin made connections with powerful students though; kids whose parents had C-level positions, worked in government, or just sat on an obscene amount of old money. Robin was supposed to be her mentor, which is why she was rooming with an upperclassman, and if she was fair Robin had been friendly, supportive, and helpful the whole time. But she knew there was something extra Robin was keeping from her. She always disappeared on Friday nights and didn't return until Sunday morning. Robin claimed she was seeing some friends. Cyn saw through the lie right away and assumed she had a boyfriend she wanted to keep under wraps; if she was going for a high-level position in a company or a modeling gig she would have been warned off having a serious relationship by basically everyone. But eventually Cyn gave up that idea too; she was certain these weekend trips were what gave Robin her access to the elite crowd. She knew it wasn't a Greek thing; Veretrum didn't have frats or sororities, just "student activist groups" that were so blatantly obvious about their causes it was sad. But she also knew secret societies were a thing, particularly when you got a lot of rich and powerful co-eds on a campus together.
"Fuck" she cursed as she realized she'd been daydreaming and lost Robin. The girl had foregone her usual high-fashion and worn a simple top and slacks, but they were all black and in the gloom the girl had disappeared. Cynthia stumbled forward in the dark, looking around frantically until she almost literally ran into her target.
"Oh...um...hi Rob-"
"You've got two choices," Robin said, in a sharp, no-nonsense tone Cynthia had never heard from her. "Go back and talk to me about this on Sunday, or be finished at Veretrum."
"Fuck you!" Cynthia said. "You're the one sneaking out of our dorm"
"That's not against the rules," Robin said, "but stalking is. I'm your upperclassman advisor; how fast do you think I can get you tossed out on your ass?"
"My parents paid-"
"Are you serious right now?" Robin cut her off. "Everyone's parents blah blah blah at this school. I'll see you Sunday."
Robin walked off. Cynthia didn't react well to ultimatums. Her first instinct was to brazenly follow Robin to wherever, but she knew the other girl was right. Rich, powerful parents meant nothing here; everyone's parents fit that bill, and Cynthia wasn't anywhere near the top of that pecking order. Furious with herself and her roommate, she went back to her room.
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Cythia had gone to bed Friday frustrated and a little anxious. Robin didn't seem vindictive, but Cynthia worried Robin might try to get her tossed out just out of spite. She woke up mid-morning and realized she had a new opportunity. Cyn had always toyed with the idea of snooping in her roommates' things, but always worried about when Robin would come back. This time she knew for a fact that Robin wouldn't be back until Sunday.
Cyn spent the morning and part of the afternoon thoroughly but carefully tearing their room apart, but it was futile. The few things Robin hid in their room weren't really hidden, just kept out of sight. There were tampons and a few legit drugs in a bag buried in a low drawer. A box pushed far under her bed had sex toys that expanded Cyn's impressions of what her roommate was into. Cyn was not a prude and definitely not a virgin, so she recognized the butt plugs (three!) and the harness for a strap-on, as well as the lubricants that went with each. She'd seen but not used them, and she wished she had a way to tell how often they were used. She thought Robin got her freak on on these weekend trips, but wouldn't she have brought the toys along?
After failing to find anything incriminating, Cyn spent the rest of the day in a funk. She did her schoolwork out of habit while frantically searching on the school web sites and online for any references to a secret society or exclusive club at Veretrum that might explain where Robin was.
At six o'clock there was a pounding on Cyn's door. "Open up bitch!"
A smile briefly teased Cyn's face as she opened the door for her friend Vicky, who bounded into the room and flopped on Cyn's bed. The two had a number of classes together (although almost all freshman did since over half of them started as business majors) and had made fast friends. Vicky's parents were new money; they'd made bank when her father started some sort of tech company that did something complex but profitable and he'd sold it for something like seventy mil when Vicky was fifteen. That meant she was well in the middle of the pack economically but didn't have the trust-fund rich kid upbringing. Many people at school kept their distance and thought she was blunt and rude, but Cyn appreciated the honesty.
"What's got your panties twisted?" she said, seeing Cyn's sulk.
Cyn gestured to her roommates' empty bed and Vicky immediately tried to voice support.
"Oh I hear you. Mine keepts trying to let me down easy, like I'm going to be kicked out any day. Never mind I've been here for two months and I'm beating the ass off most of the rest of you. Says something about regular private schools over tutors, I think."
"I'm sure you did say something," Cyn remarked.
