Someone calls to you from the edge of the forest

Next to the park there is a small forested wood where, at least in your dimension, teenagers often hung out. This dimension was no different. As you were walking by, still with a deep ache in your crotch, a girl calls to you. You turn to see someone you can only describe as a punk, or maybe a goth would be more appropriate? Either way, she was definitely one of your classmates, one you recognize.

“You. I’ve been watching you,” she says, “And not in a creepy way, either. I can see something in you. I can see you want revolution, too.” Revolution? Did she say revolution? That was exactly what you had hoped for. Maybe they even had a way to hide Victoria!

“I know you have no reason to trust me but listen,” she continues, “You’ve seen firsthand the way that wealthy blacks get special treatment. You’ve seen the way that Harry gets to fuck anyone at any time. I’ve seen it from the other way around, too. There is this black master who I am absolutely in love with. He is just so handsome and charming, and his cock is simply orgasmic. The only issue is that he is poor. His family can’t afford to buy me. So every day the rich kids at school gangbang me to tease him. They threaten to buy me just to piss him off. Every time I cum on their thick, masculine cocks I feel a tinge of sadness that I can’t be orgasming on his cock instead. I want to put a stop to this class-based society. I want a world where my love can own me and fuck me all day long. Think about it. Are we really doing our duty as white slaves if our black masters are still burdened by their economic woes?”

It takes a second for the disappointment to settle in when you realize that she is talking about a communist revolution, not a revolution of slaves. You take a deep sigh and decide to play along on the off chance you can use this to your advantage. “Listen, let’s say I could help, but first I’d want you to help me hide someone from the black masters, would you be willing to assist me?” She contemplates your offer before saying, “I see. My love might be able to arrange something off the grid, but I will need to talk to him about it first. Come find me tomorrow night at midnight right here. If time is of the essence, then bring your friend along too. Until then, however, it’s gonna be up to you to keep them safe. My name’s Cynthia, by the way.”

She extends her hand and you shake it. You think about the uncertainty of how you’ll keep Victoria safe until tomorrow night. “I’m Elliot. I look forward to doing business.”