Drinks and a Confession

I waited a few minutes after Mindy had left before I exited the bedroom. Sandra intercepted me in the hallway to let me know that a few of the girls were going to take turns using my shower before bed. I asked her to make sure they had everything they need (towels, soap, etc) and then went to look for a place to sit down. I found a group sitting on the floor in a corner, slowly getting drunk. It was Jade, Rayanne, Inez and Beatrice. I asked to join in, and they expanded the circle to make room. A movie played in the living room, covering up a lot of the noise of the conversation. Aside from Jade, all the women in the circle had beautiful dark hair - Beatrice with her long silky straight hair; Inez with the loose curls framing her sharp Latina features, and Rayanne, with very short, almost boyish dark hair. I remembered that when I first saw her profile on the app, I thought it was a stock photo of a young Natalie Imbruglia. But even in baggy clothes, she had a very sexy aura that I was drawn to. Rounding out the group was Jade, my lesbian friend who had crossed me in a business deal and ended up trapped by my app in ****. Jade's brown hair fell in long wavy locks down her back. I felt my arousal stirring as I remembered seeing it spread out on my pillow not long ago.

I didn't drink much, trying to be mindful how it would affect my performance later in the evening. I instead ogled the women around me and tried to imagine what it was going to be like to be intimate with each of them. Though most of the women were to be nearly ignorant of all the sex going on in the apartment that weekend (except when they were themselves involved), Beatrice and Inez were both fully aware. Inez because seeing these women get laid was making her hornier and hornier and she was going slowly crazy with lust until she would finally break down and realize I was her only option. Beatrice would have a competitive streak that made her want to convince me that sex with her was the best I'd ever had.

And Jade? Jade was going to have sex with me on the promise that I would, in exchange, help her hook up with one of the other girls. Rayanne? Rayanne would sleep in the same bed with me and at some point start to have sex with me while thinking it was a very vivid dream. But then I started listening to what she was confessing in her drunkenness and I considered changing the plan.

“No, I'm saying that dating apps are very different experiences when you're looking for a man versus looking for a women,” she was insisting.

“Have you done both?” Beatrice slurred.

“Wait, are you bi?” Jade asked, leaning forward and suddenly very interested.

“Yes... No... Yes...” Rayanne answered, confusing everyone.

“Yes what?” Beatrice demanded.

“Yes, I'm a little bi. But like... 90% into women. 95%. 98%. I don't rule guys out, I'm just really way more into girls.”

“Then why are you checking out guys on dating apps?” Jade prompted.

Inez interrupted, drunker than the rest of the group, “Because sometimes you just neeeed a cock. Am'right?" Then she muttered to herself, "God I really need a cock right now.”

Jade's face cringed at that comment, but Rayanne just wagged her head.

“No... it's not that.” She stared off into space and seemed to be debating whether to explain.

“Come onnnnn,” urged Beatrice.

“So... I'm looking for a beard.” Rayanne finally said, then buried her face in her hands and laughed.

“What?” Bea shouted, getting some turned heads from around the room. “What?” she said again in a loud whisper, laughing.

“Look, I'm not ashamed of who I am. But my parents are. And... and they're loaded. Like, obscenely loaded. Family business, very successful, sold it off and now live off their piles of money. That sort of thing. They're... they're really sweet and wonderful people, and very kind and generous. And they're not going to cut me off or anything. But they're super conservative and don't know I'm as gay as I am. There's a big trust fund waiting for me when I turn 25 – in two years. But there's some morality clause – if I'm living in a certain way that they don't approve of, the money - all of it except a small living stipend for me - all of it goes to “charity,” which is mostly conservative groups. Anyway, I need to convince them that I'm on the 'straight' and narrow.” She made air quotes and giggled at the word 'straight.'

“And before you ask, just staying single isn't going to cut it. My parents married really young – they're only in their 40's now. So for them and their worldview, a single woman in her 20's who doesn't have a serious boyfriend, well, that's as good as gay. To convince them, I'm going to need a beard – a guy to act and really, really convincingly look like a serious thing. I thought I might find someone on a dating app that I could convince to play along. It's a gamble. If it works, he gets some of the money.” Inez broke the silence that followed with a laugh and a “shiiiiit.”

“I know I sound shallow,” Rayanne said, looking sideways at Jade, “hiding who I am because of money... But it's a lot of money. Like... set for life kind of money. And in two years I'll be free to claim it and then be who I want to be.”

There were murmurs of understanding. There were curses against Rayanne's parents (which upset her – she really loved them, it seemed complicated). There were some questions about the legality and the details of it all. I half-listened, but by then I was considering changing Rayanne's persona. She was supposed to wake me up and fuck me in the middle of the night, thinking it was all a vivid dream. I really liked that persona. If I changed Rayanne's, I was going to have to reassign that one to someone else. I could tell Rayanne I'd be her beard. But we'd have to work at making it convincing. She's have to be making love to me for real in order for us to be able to convince her parents we were a couple. It wouldn't make sense to a normal person, but to a mind-controlled 'girlfriend,' anything could make sense.