A distraction and a phone call

You step out of the building, amused at Lyndsey's exhibition. Her instinct to show off and tease was obviously very strong, and you fully expect that you'll be seeing more of her in the days to come.

You notice activity on the the parking lot and stroll in that direction, seeing bikini clad girls washing cars. Obviously these are the girls who recruited Mason as their sponsor at breakfast and as you get closer you see that they're an enthusiastic group. Julia, the fat titted blonde who seemed to be the leader is giggling and wriggling across the hood of a yellow Miata, washing it with her boobs as much as with the sponge in her hand. As you watch, her tits fall out of her bikini, and she squeaks and giggles as she tucks them away.

You see no sign of Mason, but Brian stands watching, a bemused expression on his face. Two of the carwash girls seem to be paying him particular attention, a blonde in a black bikini and a striking auburn beauty in cherry patterned micro-kini. Smiling, you remember that you're hungry, and turn your steps towards the dining hall.

There you make a sandwich and carry it to the faculty table, sitting at one end, far away from the few other faculty members present. Taking a bite you pull out your phone and dial the number of an associate from your past.

"Len, it's Mikey," you say when he answers, using your street name. "Got something for you man. Primo stuff. IDs, cards, all that shit."

"How fresh?"

"Couple days. Won't be missed yet. Photos front and back. This will be high limit shit man."

"Ok. Usual deal. I'm not in town right now. Back Wednesday."

"I'm not in town either. Up north a ways."

"Yeah? Maybe we're close. You know Paradise Woods? Strip club just off 93?"

"I can find it."

"Cool. Be there at 9. Bring the stuff."

"Deal. Usual terms?"

"I already said so Mikey. Clean your ears."

The phone goes dead in your hand and you take another bite of your sandwich, smiling to yourself.