“Thank you for your valuable contribution, Brenda, that will be all.”

“... my name is not -“

“Nope! End scene, cut, cut, cut!” she says, gesticulating, “The lighting’s all wrong, the choreography, god, the choreography is a flaming mess, and I could wipe my ass with acting better than that. You need passion, Brenda, passion! You’ll nail it, next time, I just know it, you’ve got glitz and glamor in your veins, but that’s the end of today’s take and that is final!”

She leans forward, towards the last remaining introduct-ee.

“Tell me, honeybunches, what’s your name and why are you wearing that godawful shade of olive?”

“I’m Lucinda, call me Lucy... and Winny, you told me to go for this outfit. You said that it would go well with my complexion.”

“I’m sorry, Lucinda, I just can’t take any more of your excuses. We’re over, finished, through! Goodbye!”

She rises to her feet, flings her hand over her eyes with a gasp, and falls back down on the good-god-why-does-this-lounge-have-so-many-sofas, seemingly in a dead faint.

“My name is Fran,” says, evidently, Fran. “Although I wear that name not with pride, but as a badge, screaming with the pain of my people, and the oppression of their cultural heritage. I do not know what just happened.”

“I am also SO CONFUSED,” says Julia.

“Ain’t that just the human condition?” says Barbara, quietly. “Wallowin’ in the mud and the murk, ‘till you can’t wallow no more, and then wallowin’ some more, because nobody gives a fuck about you and your self pity... Floor meeting’s over, kids. Do whatever the fuck you want, I’m gonna go drink away my sorrows.”

She gets up, strides over to her room, and closes the door behind her with a thunk.

This cues a general dispersal from the room.

“I do not participate in orgies,” says Daiam, to Caden, once only a limited number of people remain. ”Meet me at the campus coffee shop, at seven, tomorrow; bring your mate. Wear blue, or grey.”

And then he leaves.

“Sex with those who are not vampiric, or from whom I will not drink, I do not have; I will find you tomorrow,” says Nathaniel.

And then he, too, leaves.

That leaves Bradley, Caden, Zeke, and Trevor - and, not to be forgotten, the unconscious form of Winnifred.

Bradley stands, walks ever so slowly over, and looks down at Zeke.

”I’m not totally off base in thinking that he’s really subby, right, he’s really subby? And you’re - dom, switch, vanilla?”

“He is in fact super subby - and I’m, like, a switch? And into general helplessness and public stuff both ways, watersports as a dom, orders and name-calling as a sub - and I’m pretty rough when I’m being dommy? Safeword’s ‘red’ - Caden, do you, like, wanna have a safeword that isn’t ‘safeword’, I’m kinda expecting that you don’t.”

“Um... you would be... right?”

(Caden’s internal monologue is currently occupied by ‘!!!!!!’; please leave a message after the tone.)

Bradley leans down, rests his hands of Zeke’s knees, and spends a minute or two whispering into Caden’s ear. 

The specific details of his monologue have been redacted, for the comfort of the reader.

He draws himself back up to his full height, crosses his arms, and stares, down his nose, at Caden.

... Caden nods, slowly.

“Good. Don’t speak, don’t move, don’t overthink things, obey. Zeke, bitch, porter, and degenerate of the evening, carry him; Trevor, pathetic piece of shit that I nevertheless tolerate, follow.”

Zeke carries him!

(One gets the impression that his tail would be wagging, if he had one. College is great! He loves everything and especially loves Caden, Caden is soft and perfect and the way he’s quivering slightly and turning red is so cute -)

Trevor - whose barbed tail was concealed while he was sitting down, and is now visible - actually is wagging his tail. He follows.

A sexually satisfying time is had by all! 

(Zeke and Trevor both get to piss on Caden and both of them seem really excited about having the opportunity, Caden and Zeke both get tied down and edged into incoherence - Trevor and Bradley are both really good at giving oral sex - Trevor and Bradley get to receive oral sex, from Zeke and Caden, and then switch partners and fuck them from behind - Trevor seems really into slapping Caden around for minor errors in technique and it’s not super Zeke or Bradley’s thing but it’s still pretty hot, given how obviously into it Caden is - it comes up that Caden is the only person here who still has a substantial refractory period, and this is temporarily fixed, and then Caden can be tied down and blindfolded and the other three can each have at him from a different angle, and then they can switch positions, and switch positions again - Trevor is also apparently into literally choking people with his cock while sucking them off, which is, again, not really Zeke’s thing, but’s still pretty sexy, Bradley and him can both jerk off on the sidelines while he’s doing it - and of course Bradley keeps up a steady stream of invectives and orders and degrading monologues throughout the entire thing -)

And then they are not having post-coital snuggles, as a group, because Bradley isn’t really the physically affectionate type, but Zeke and Caden and Trevor can have post-coital snuggles and Bradley can sit a companionable distance away.

He tolerates this situation for a few minutes, and then:

”Do you guys wanna have dinner together at the Allspice Cafe? We get our own cafeteria and shit and it has, like, steak, I went there for lunch and I wanna go there again.”

“Nah, bro,” says Trevor. “Have a thing I need to get to, gonna have to run in like ten minutes.”

“And I keep getting distracted by sex, but Zeke and I should probably have a private-ish discussion about our schedule and everything, classes start in two days and I’d like to file my course requests soon - um, we could get breakfast as a group, tomorrow?”

“Works with me.”

“Same,” says Trevor, detaching himself from cuddles and beginning the process of pulling on assorted articles of clothing. “See you guys then?”