Over the last month, I've convinced Ivy to rush the sorority. She keeps telling me she doesn't think it's for her, but I keep telling her how she'll make connections that will help her for the rest ofher life. In a normal situation, that'd be true. But it won't be for Ivy.
 
 I get ready to argue with her about the outfit when she doesn't respond right away, but she finally replies.
 
 Ivy: Okay, I'll wear it.
 
 Relief and adrenaline hit me. I get a rush to my head, feeling almost dizzy.
 
 Me: That's my good little sexy slut. I'll pick you up in a few.
 
 I whistle as I finish getting ready for school, then get in my Porsche. I go over to Ivy's and pick her up. We make small talk in the car until we get to campus.
 
 I park and get out. I go around to her side of the car, open the door, and help her out. I slide my hands over the mesh on her ass.
 
 "You look fucking incredible," I tell her. And she does.
 
 Apprehension fills her expression. "I still think it's a little too much." She glances around.
 
 "Ivy, you're wearing more than most women here. It's fine. And if you got it, you need to strut it," I tell her and wink.
 
 She nervously laughs.
 
 I groan. "Tell me you're not going to worry about this all day."
 
 She sighs. "Okay, I won't."
 
 "Good girl." I squeeze her ass, give her another kiss, and lead her to Professor Dyer's classroom, stopping outside the door.
 
 "I'll see you around noon?" she asks.
 
 "Absolutely," I reply, giddy with what I have up my sleeve.
 
 I leave and wait fifteen minutes. Then I text her.
 
 Me: Meet me in the library, floor 4, near the women's literature.
 
 Ivy: What time?
 
 Me: Leave now.
 
 Ivy: I'm in class.
 
 Me: So? I've already paid someone to take notes for you.
 
 A moment passes.
 
 Ivy: You're crazy.
 
 Me: Crazy about you, you filthy whore. Now, show me how dirty you are and meet me. I need you, my baby girl.
 
 More minutes pass. She finally caves.
 
 Ivy: Okay, I'll see you soon.
 
 I cross campus, enter the library, and wait for her.
 
 She finally finds me and meets me in the middle of the aisle.
 
 I whistle. "You're fucking sexy as shit, you know that?"