Hey, all. This is my first submission to this site! It's probably going to be a little rough, all works are in the beginning. Feedback is always valued.
This story is based on the "Elites" fictional universe by masterlovehurts.
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The Elites have full sexual control of anyone anywhere they want, chosen by the government through unknown means. Everyone respects their authority, but nobody ever expects actually meeting one.
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Karla wandered between bookshelves, eyeing the covers carefully before moving on. When she found the one, she'd know. She always knew, and it was never wrong. Sun filtered through the window and the library was gently humming with the noise of the public. James, a longtime friend, pulled the books out and examined them carefully several shelves away.
A strange silence caught her ear. It seemed as though everyone had stopped breathing and were watching one thing. After a second, the hum renewed slower, more deliberate. Karla walked out of the shelves to see why and recognized instantly.
A woman was walking - no, strutting - through the library. She was an Elite. It wasn't the leather kink outfit she was wearing, not her long boots clicking along the floor, not the naked couple shuffling embarrassed behind her. It was her confidence. She looked like she own the place.
Karla felt an electric tingle run through her. She'd never seen an Elite before, though one of her friends was picked up by one a few months ago and said she had to blow a guy every day. Would this Elite see her? If she did, what would happen? Would all these people see her naked? She glanced at James, who tried to avoid eye contact with the Elite by burying his face in a book. It must have worked, because she stared directly at Karla while walking past. Then she stopped.
