Recruiting Lauren

The following week, Cassie and Carrie went to lunch with the head of the Jewish Students Association, Lauren Adelstein. Lauren was a 5'8 redhead, with a lean, muscular physique. She had a boyfriend, Timmy Abrams, that was more diminutive and weaker than Lauren, an Israeli national that spent two years in the military. She was classmates with Carrie at the business school.

Carrie made sure to get her well-lubricated at lunch, and her efforts paid off.

"So how's Timmy?" Carrie asked. Lauren's eyes were glazed over.

"Oh, he's fine. Probably playing video games or jerking off," Lauren said, a little bitter.

"Keeping you happy at home?" Cassie asked. Carrie looked over at her sharply.

"Well ... no. We don't have a conventional relationship."

"Us either," Cassie and Carrie said in unison.

"I mean ... " Lauren said, looking into the bottom of her cup. "He's still a virgin. He's so damn scared of pussy. Our sex life is him taking the strapon or worshipping my feet. We've had ...other men to help me out with my needs, but he just moved to the east coast. So it's a tough time. I don't know why I'm saying this," Lauren sighed, rubbing her eyes, on the brink of a breakdown. Cassie and Carrie smiled at each other.

"We know what you mean. And we've got the answer to your problem."