Hang with Dominic at the Pool

You show up to the pool, wanting to relax and just take your mind off of things for a little while. You change into your swimming trunks and fling a towel over a deck chair, sprawling on top of it. The afternoon sun is nice and warm, perfect for lounging around. You take a look at the others around the pool. There’s a good number of gals hanging around, tanning themselves, and you spot your older sister Gina and her sorority sister, Leona, among them. Damn, Jack’s sister has got some killer curves. Even Hollywood doesn’t make stunners like that.

Just as you’re admiring the Zeta hottie, you feel a hand clap down on your shoulder. You turn, trying not to act startled, and come face to face with Dominic. He’s wearing a pair of swim trunks, a broad smile on your face.

“Mind if I post up here?” he asks, gesturing at the open lounge chair next to yours.

“Be my guest,” you say. “The view here’s great.”

Dominic follows your line of sight to the Zeta girls and a grin crosses his face. He nods slowly and slides on a pair of sunglasses.

“I don’t need to be told twice,” he says. “Why go to Rothman when the real works of art are here?”

“Point taken,” you chuckle. Then, you pause, scratching your chin. “Wait a second. I thought you had a girlfriend.”

“Beauty is beauty,” he shrugs. “Besides, nobody gets hurt by a bit of looking. There are lines I won’t cross, but looking? Come on. We’re not in Saudi Arabia here, these women are flaunting their swimsuit bods because they want to be seen.”

“Now, if only I could get them to look at me,” you sigh wistfully.

“Haven’t had much luck with the Zeta girls?”

“They’re the toughest nuts to crack,” you say. “Most women out there, I’d say I have a fighting chance, but the Zetas…”

“I remember back when I was in freshman year, thinking they were the hottest shit,” Dominic laughs. “But once you’ve had one of ‘em, the allure wears off a bit. It’s all in your head.”

“That doesn’t help me woo them,” you mutter.

“Patience, Alex, I was getting there,” he laughs, leaning back in his chair, exposing his well-tanned muscles. Your RA is pretty darn fit. “Remember, just like those bikini babes are there to show off, so are you. But while men are subtle as bricks when they ogle, women know how to check out men subtly. So all you gotta do is post up and look good. They’ll peek, eventually. They’ll bite if they like what they see. That’s all you got to do.”

You give him a skeptical look, but shift on the lounge chair to get a slight flex in as you prop up your head with your arm.

“That’s the way,” Dominic nods approvingly. “The second trick is a basic, I’m surprised you haven’t adopted it yet.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

“You need a pair of these,” he says, tapping his sunglasses. “They give you free reign to check out the babes whenever you want. Why do you think all the women wear ‘em too?”

“I knew that,” you say. “But come on, there must be something more that I can do. Something to help me stand out from all the other guys posing around here.”

Dominic nods slowly again, thinking deeply.

“You want to make an impression. I understand that. Well, in my opinion, there are two ways to take matters in your own hands. One is a pretty sure shot. The other is a bigger risk. You want to hear me out?”

“For sure,” you say. “I want to hear about…”

Dominic +10
Gina +3
Leona +5