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I take my seat, glancing down at the freshmen below, recognizing several faces at once. Sons and daughters of prominent members of society. Some of them will be invited to join us.
It doesn’t take long for me to spot Tori. Somehow, she stands out in the sea of blonde, brunette and black hair more than the pink of Penny Bergmann beside her.
Although her shoulders are covered, I can see the cream of her thighs from under her short skirt. Her ‘interpretation’ of the uniform is so close to the original intended that she could have pulled it straight from the store. Unlike Penny who has clearly customized hers with hot pink at every available opportunity.
Tori crosses her legs, and instantly, my gaze is drawn back as the skirt moves up her legs another inch. The urge to know what it tastes like between those thighs appears from nowhere, and I find myself growing hard.
“Off limits,” I mutter under my breath, turning my attention to the rest of the freshman class. I’ve never had any shortage of pussy or ass to pick from. There will be someone down there I can fuck later.
By the time the dean takes to the pulpit, I’ve still not found anyone else who’s caught my interest.
Without Syn’s dad monologuing, this year’s welcome ceremony is over quickly. We politely applaud and wait for the faculty to disappear, and then certain members of the student entertainment committee start working their magic on transforming the church.
Keyingham Church is Presbyterian, built the same time as the university. There’s a pastor who has a special house on campus, but unless there’s a service, he knows better than to come here, especially tonight.
Within ten minutes, the lighting has changed. There’s a DJ booth set up in the pulpit, and a bar has replaced where the choir once sat, already manned by two professionals who have been paid handsomely and made to sign NDAs.
Unlike what I’ve heard of most college parties, there’s no red cups here, and all liquor is premium. As I head down to the party, I take a glass that’s handed to me, and with Gemini close behind, we do the rounds. All of this is for show. Therealparty is happening shortly, in the depths of the church.
“Is everything ready?” I ask Gemini over the loud music.
“You bet.” There’s excitement brewing in his gaze. What’s to come—that’s what’s got his excitement burning.
The first part of the initiation.
Each year, it’s time to find the select sixteen freshmen who will be welcomed into the Elite. They’re almost always a legacy, but that doesn’t mean anything if they can’t survive the initiation.
Unfortunately, the thing that has my excitement burning is standing on the other side of the room, sipping from a glass that could contain either water or vodka.
I glance over at Gemini. “You should make sure the cameras are ready. We don’t want to miss any of this.”
Despite my suggestion, I have absolutely no doubts that Gemini has already double and triple-checked everything for later, but the second I even hint that something could go awry, he’s gone.
Leaving me to make my way to the flame in the corner of the room.
Unlike a moth, I already know better. This is one little fire I should stay clear of, but I’ve never been one to play it safe.
Besides, the real event will be starting shortly, and all I have time for is to fan that flame a little.
The moment I get close, Penny’s eyes go wide, spotting me first. “You’re Royal Davenport.”
At that, Victoria turns, hair splaying out around her like a halo of gold. With it, the scent of cinnamon. It takes everything in me not to reach out and bring it to my nose.
“Royal?” A hint of pink darkens Victoria’s cheeks.
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Tori
The Welcome Mixer is exactly as I expect it to be. A generic welcome speech from the dean, droning on about how we had been welcomed into one of the most prestigious institutions in the world.
And then, the church was transformed into a nightclub. Aside from the blatant disregard for the holy building, there’s something else lingering in the atmosphere that I can’t put my finger on. Something… sinful.
Armed with a vodka and soda, I’m standing at the side of the room with Penny, listening to her as she tells me who everyone is. There are a few people who went to the same high school as her, back in Connecticut, but the rest she knows because they all live in the same world.
Sons and daughters of politicians, lawyers, and old money…
Meticulously, I take a mental note of every face and every name Penny tells me.
