Take Dominic’s sure shot

“Tell me about the sure shot,” you say. “I can’t risk embarrassing myself.”

“Sure thing,” Dominic says. “I’m a simple man. If I want to show off in front of the girls, then I find a way to show off my body. So my advice to you: go swim a couple of laps!”

“That can’t be it,” you say.

“I’m telling you, it works like a charm,” your RA says. “Go do your laps, then I’ll join you in the pool, and I’ll tell you about the next step.”

“Ah, there’s a next step,” you nod. “Alright then.”

You make your way to the edge of the pool, and then dive in. Your form is a little rough, but you slip under the water and make your way across the pool in no time. Knowing that your goal is to get the girls looking at you, you don’t push yourself to go too fast and tire yourself out instantly. Instead, you focus on your form, making clean strokes, tiny kicks propelling you across the pool. Dominic’s philosophy—or maybe yours, given that you’ve made this decision—is to make no big splashes, so you make sure that it translates into your actions in the pool. You’re going to win the attention of the poolside watchers through technique, not brute ****.

You hit the edge of the pool and turn. As you make your way back to your starting end, you spy Dominic lazily getting up, moving towards the pool. You continue maintaining form, completing this lap. Swimming’s not your usual form of cardio, but today it feels like a breeze as you cut through the water, chasing both ends of the pool. A couple minutes later, you post up by the shallow end of the pool next to Dominic, your heart rate up and your chest rising and falling.

“That’s a good look,” your RA says, patting you on the shoulder. “If you didn’t catch the attention of the girls you wanted, I’ll eat my hat.”

“There’s a million guys who swim laps by the pool,” you say. “There’s no way I’m standing out by doing this.”

“A safe bet isn’t going to win you the jackpot,” he says, sounding apologetic. “But you’re right, ‘course. That’s why we’re chilling here by the pool now. At least this way the ladies get a better look at us, right?”

“Dude, no offense, but your advice is low-key pretty tame,” you say.

“Hey, it landed me one of the hottest girls on campus,” he replies. “You can’t fault what works.”

“Have I met your girlfriend before?” you ask.

“She’s not around much, she’s usually busy with work and volunteering,” he says. “Med schools love to see that crap.”

“Gotcha, is that what they instead of ‘she’s in Canada’ these days?” you ask.

“You are brutal,” Dominic laughs, giving you another hearty clap on the back. “I’ll bring her around sometime. She’s hardly met any of you freshmen in the dorm.”

“Then we’ll be able to judge for ourselves if she’s one of the hottest girls on campus,” you say. “You think she’s hotter than Leona?”

You nod in the Zeta’s direction. The blonde babe’s still tanning herself on the pool chair, browsing her phone, her ample rack on full display.

“Tough call, but I’d take my girl any day. She’s not crazy like Leona is,” he says.

“Like brother like sister,” you say knowingly.

“Oh, I heard her brother’s on campus, but nothing about what he’s been up to,” Dominic says. “Have you heard the crazy shit Leona’s been up to?”

“Something… something about blowing up at Theta…” you reply, trying to recall details of the juicy gossip and realizing that you were never given them.

“Man, it’s some story. You know we used to have royalty on campus?”

“No shot,” you say.

“Yeah, Her Highness was the princess of the House of Saud, rich as hell, the kind who went to Harrods in London every other weekend because she needed new make-up or a Maserati,” he laughs, shaking his head. “I swear, she threw the wildest parties on campus. Theta’s pride and joy, that one.”

“So how does Leona come into this?” you ask.

“Bit of a complicated thing, how it went down, but long story short: Leona had a boy toy, they went to the Princess’ party one night, and next thing you know, Ameera’s screwing the brains out of Leona’s guy. Naturally, Leona blows a gasket, and next thing you know, she’s carrying an axe in front of the Theta house, trying to chop the whole thing down…”

“Now that’s a party story,” you laugh, enjoying it all too much.

“So, you still want a piece?” Dominic asks, raising an eyebrow.

“She’s hot, and she’s Jack’s sister,” you reply. “You bet I’ll tap that if I get the chance.”

“Go swim another ten laps and work off that horniness,” he laughs. “Get the attention of those girls back on those rippling back muscles.”

“Roger,” you say, saluting Dominic as you push off again.

Dominic +10
Gina +2
Leona +5