Page 19 of Privilege
No
I’m not sure why, but I’m disappointed.
He sucked my dick once, though
You’re fucking with me
>shrug emoji<
You let a dude suck your dick?
A mouth is a mouth, brother
I mean… Was it good?
There’s another long pause before he answers.
You should really try it
I close my eyes and groan quietly under my breath. My dick is starting to leak, and I feel like such a fucking perv but I can’t help it; I picture Dane in his dorm room, his hand on the back of his roommate’s head, guiding him up and down…
I’ll be home for grad. We’ll catch up
Okay. I’ve missed you
Another pause.
Missed you too, bro
I only last about 90 seconds before I come.
Chapter Ten
Cara
It’s shocking to methat these people have this much money, given how much of it they spend on lavish parties and how little time they spend working.
Rich took me shopping, and I didn’t argue. If Dane hadn’t saved my ass, that first night would have been horribly embarrassing. Or more so, anyway.
What I’d pictured as a summer spent on the beach or by the pool has actually been a never-ending fashion show, only the runway is the entire Hamptons. Even the boys wear sandals with straps made of pure bred goats, hand-fed by blindHimalayan monks. Or at least I assume so, based on the price tags on some of this shit.
I can’t complain about the food at these things, and I have to admit that some of the dresses are ten out of fucking ten, but I have never been so bored in my entire life. Including the semester of English where they made us read Chaucer. I find myself longingly counting down the days until we head back to the other coast, the one where women actuallyeatthe food and leggings aren’t a cardinal sin.
Rich is doing his usual social circuit routine. I’ve mapped it out almost to the minute at this point.
First, Evelyn severs his hand from my back and immediately steers him towards her viper pit to shake hands with the daughters of her friends, all of whom are usually dripping in diamonds.
Next, he is rescued by friends from school, other sons of the wealthy elite who he knows from summer socials, sports, or Dane’s dad’s business introductions. Lots of back clapping and jaw chuffing.
Here, there is usually a brief lull with which he can find his way back to me, ask me if I’m alright, and pop a xanax or an ativan to mask his dead eyes.
Then comes the food, during which time Rich is supposed to schmooze with more business associates and contacts, and I’m not supposed to eat. I do anyway, to a regular chorus ofyour girl’s got an appetite, huh boy?From the suits, at which point I excuse myself to go to the ladies room and smoke a joint.
Dessert is when Jamie or her cronies appear, often snagging Rich’s first dance of the evening. I usually help myself to a generous smattering of dessert choices which coincides nicely with the munchies. Occasionally, I’m hit on by bartenders or caterers. Often, I’m invited to staff parties that sound one thousand times more fun than this.
We go home. Rich passes out. I study.
Repeat.
