KASIM JOHNSON-Being the Leader

"Brothers, we have to get it together!

Kasim yelled out to his fraternity brothers at their weekly meeting at the house. They were all around the table in the large meeting room, and none of them gave him eye contact. They knew they were slacking.

"Most of you have skipped mandatory study sessions. Some of you, I'm not naming you, have not done your share of the chores." He gave a quick cursory glance to his best friend Justin who always thought it was beneath him. "And we have yet to do a non-party related activity on campus. As President, I'm telling you, it ends today."

Some of the guys scoffed at that but he was dead serious. They were one of the few fraternities with a G.P.A average over a three-point five, and he was not changing that. His three-point eight helped a lot, but he needed the others to keep theirs up as well.

"Brothers, let me hear what your plans are to make Beta Rho better?"

Again, the silence around the room. It was like they did not take him seriously as a leader.

Playtime was over.

"Okay, since it's like that, I already have something. No parties at the house until we're focused again."

"Bullshit!" Odell shouted out.

"Oh yeah, mandatory study sessions, enforced. If you miss it, pay a hundred-dollar fine."

"What?" Mac looked perplexed. He knew, like him, he could not afford to dish out money for anything.

"Your assigned chore is done, or no visitors."

"Wait a damn minute!" Justin jumped up. "You get a little power and you take it too far, frat. The fuck you mean? I'm a grown man, my father fucking built this house. I'll do as I please. But you know what? Take your rules and shove them up your ass!"

Justin stormed out of the room and he feared the others would follow. Even though he was voted in as President unanimously by his brothers, he knew everyone wanted Justin to be in charge, but he declined the nomination. They respected Justin and even feared him a lot more.

So he was surprised when no one left.

"I'm not saying this is forever, just till we focus."

He was saying it moreso to himself. He needed to focus, and if that meant less fraternity fun, so be it.

He was an A student and received a C on his last Quantum Mechanics test. This was all about him and what he needed, and he was punishing the frat for it.

JUSTIN SCOVILLE-Better Things to Do

What kind of bullshit was Kasim on?

He was almost twenty-two years old and even his father had no control over what the fuck he did. If he wanted to invite ten women over and have an orgy, he was going to do it. And he was not sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, loading a dishwasher, or taking out the trash to do it. That was what they paid help for.

He grew up with nannies, housekeepers, and other staff to take care of the house. He never once washed a dish or scrubbed a toilet and he was not going to start. The Housemother, Ms. Liz, he paid her extra each week to clean his room daily. That was on top of cleaning up after ten guys, cooking, and keeping the house in order.

The brothers were supposed to help out because there was no way Ms. Liz could get it all done every day. She was a beast and could, but the guys were extra messy, and he was never that way. He liked his shit nice, so there was not much cleaning up after him.

Still, he was not doing it. He was not the only one in the house used to not doing chores. Let them do it if they wanted, but not him.

He had a business to run.

He left the frat house in the middle of the meeting. What was Kasim going to do, kick him out? He built the fraternity into what it was. No one was checking for the Beta Rhos when he first stepped on the Midtown University campus. They were small time. Once they saw that he was a legacy and joined, it gave them life again. He could do what the hell he wanted.

He took the Ducati out for a spin to clear his mind. It was hard focusing on the fraternity when he would rather do other things. Besides looking for a spot for a recording studio and some offices, he needed to find artists. Midtown was a small city in the middle of nowhere Missouri. He did not have high expectations to find talent there so he needed to go where the music scene was.

He would drive up to St. Louis, there were always little talent shows going on with up-and-coming artists. For now, he stopped at a building he was already considering. Not far from the college campus. When he was ready to expand, he could recruit straight from the school.

He parked his bike and took off his helmet. When he walked up to the front door, he had to use the access code the realtor gave him so that he could come by and view the space as he wanted. It was a ten-story building, but he only needed a couple of hundred square feet. He knew something about commercial real estate thanks to his father.

The open space was small. He could have five or six enclosed offices, a bullpen area, and an area that he was redesigning into a soundproof recording studio. It could work, for now, but what if he hit the big time and this was not enough space? He needed to add an expansion clause.

After he left the building, he headed over to see ChaCha. She lived in a mansion bigger than the one he grew up in. One day he would be a boss like that.

There were security and cameras everywhere, but he was let into the gated castle as soon as he pulled up on his bike. As soon as he parked right in front of the mansion, ChaCha rushed out of the door, holding the helmet he gave her as a gift.

"Babes, let's go for a ride."

"Now? I wanted to come over here and chill. Your father home?"

She rolled her eyes at that. "You are not having conversations with my father. Like fanboy somewhere else." She put on her helmet and secured it. "Let's go!"

She straddled the bike behind him, her arms wrapped around his waist and she leaned onto his back.

"Where to?"

"Just drive! I want to feel free."

Nothing was free. And he needed to work on his business so he could stop spending money and start making money. But if that meant doing whatever ChaCha Nicholas said to get to her father, Mr. Money Bags, he would do it. He could use an investor.

KENT GREEN-Not Boyfriend Material

While Kasim kept going on and on about the fraternity needing to do good, positive things on campus, he slept and daydreamed with his eyes open.

He was tired. Sex with Akilah nearly every day, for hours. And with her roommate slash girlfriend. They were sex addicts!

The bad part, her fellow Beta Belles thought she was an angel. A good girl that was not giving it up every chance she could. He could not vouch for the others, but Akilah was a good undercover freak.

He was a man that should not be complaining. The only problem, this was not what he wanted. He was twenty-two years old and never had a serious girlfriend. Maybe he was the problem. He feared if he tried he would be a cheater because he liked having sex with different people. Being with one person could be boring.

Like he was getting bored of Akilah.

But he was not going to stop seeing her. Yes, he was weird like that. Sex was still sex.

He slapped his forehead in the middle of the meeting and the brothers looked at him strangely. He just realized he needed to seek help. What the hell was wrong with him?

He was not ready for a girlfriend until he got his shit together.

ODELL SHORTER-Two Times the Fun

Soon as the meeting was over he headed to go see the twins. Sure, it was not their day, but he had empty slots and they needed to fill them for him.

The twins, Francesca and Gabriela were twenty-one years old, juniors, and were bombshells. Each stood five feet eleven, thin but not too skinny, with nice asses on them and lovely faces. Both with waist-length brown hair, crystal-clear gray eyes, and fully pouty lips. Among other things, they did not mind sharing him.

Sometimes he would have one at a time if the other was busy or not in the mood. He preferred them at the same time. He was a lucky man.

"Hey Odell, did you come over because you know we just cooked dinner?" Their English was a little broken and with a thick accent, they were straight from Italy.

He could not tell them apart either, so he never knew who was who. How do you determine one baddie from another? They were identical but surely there was something different about them. He never thought about what it could be.

"If you have enough for me, sure, make me a plate."

"Sit," the one said, who had her long hair crimped in waves while the other had her hair straight. Even when different hairstyles it made no difference if he didn't know who was who.

He sat at their dining room table and the straight-haired twin put a plate of steamy hot pasta that smelled delicious in front of him. He was starving so he grabbed his fork and dug right in.

"Oh, you're going to just eat all the food before you show us any love?" the wavy-haired twin stated.

He looked up from his plate of food in mid chew. What was going on? What in the parallel universe was going on with all his women talking about feelings, relationships, and love? None of that. He was a hit-it-and-keep-it-moving type of guy.

"Oh, he's just hungry." Straight-haired twin came over behind him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Eat up, because after I want you to slurp me up like you slurp up the spaghetti."

He became hard as a rock.

Sex with sisters was something different than sex with two random girls. Sisters were not going to be fucking each other, so he had to do all the pleasing and it was a lot of work. He only had one dick and one tongue, but luckily he had ten fingers and he used them all.

ANGELO MATA-What the Hell!

He was cool with whatever Kasim was saying. As Vice President of the fraternity, he needed to buckle down in his classes. He worked hard to keep his grades up. He needed the study time.

He had no problems doing his chores either. He grew up with strict parents who made him do chores, not a pampered rich kid like Justin or Kent. They had money, but they had relatively normal lives.

Except for running a drug cartel that is.

"What are you about to do for the rest of the night?" Tey'Ron asked him. "Wanta go watch this movie with me?"

"Shit, I guess, let me hit my room for a sec we can hang, see what other bros wanna hang."

It was not late in the evening, and typically after Sunday meetings the frat did something together for dinner, but after Justin left, they all went on their separate ways. Justin may be upset, but he would come back and be cool with whatever Kasim came up with.

"Can I invite my boyfriend over for movie night too?" Tremayne asked.

"Man, just the frat," Angelo said to him. "Our bonding night Tre. Cuz if you bring a date then we all want to bring a date."

Tremayne shrugged it off. "Okay, makes sense. But I want you guys to meet Gus, he's the best."

"Cool. Are you coming up with me? I just need to put my tablet down and hit the head."

"Sure." They headed off to the second floor. "So you what do you think about Kasim coming down on us? He's mad over something. Maybe still Naomi, I dunno."

"We voted him in."

"Did we have a choice? Justin didn't want to and no one else did either."

Next year he was running for president and he wondered who would challenge him. Odell? Mack? Abe? He was not too worried about them.

"We have to see what fresh meat we bring in as well." They only took freshmen and so far, there were not many showing interest. As Vice President, he would be in charge of the pledges.

"My bestie wants in...not that we have to worry about him getting in. He's a legacy."

"You're talking about Kent's little brother, right? Oh yeah, he's in for sure." He stopped at his door and used his key card to open it. "What the hell!"

His room was trashed. Turned upside down. Someone had gone through all of his things and tossed his room.

Looking for drugs that he would never keep in his room.

Hey readers!

Justin walking out of the meeting ng us a no-no. He's giving rich boy, spoiled brat energy here, and I love Justin. Can Kasim reign him in? And what happened to Angelo's room and who did it? There is always mischief at the frat house.

XOXO

Kimberly