by Writing Shark
The king has arrived
“So that’s him,” Ashley murmurs.
“I wonder what he’s like” replies her best friend Claire.
“Rich” mumbles Ashley, watching the large private plane glide gracefully through the skies above the island.
“Ashley!”
“What?” Claire is clearly too friendly for a cheerleader. “You can afford to be nice to the guys, but I have to think about my status,” Ashley says as she stretches her legs. The two girls sit side by side on the sports field of the expensive college as they often do, warming up for their workout in their blue and white uniforms with gold markings.
“Who says he doesn’t already have a girlfriend?” asks Claire, touching the tips of her toes in her white sneakers with her fingers. “Or that he’s even interested in you.” Ashley gives her best friend and most loyal subordinate a dismissive look.
“Are you serious?” she asks cynically.
“I mean… okay… maybe…”
“All the people here are rich, sure, but this guy… If the rumors are true, he has more money than God and more power than governments and some countries.”
“So what?” Claire still doesn’t get it, but that’s why she’s below Ashley, who leads the social hierarchy of the college on the island. And the heir to the company that makes Google and Apple look like market stands on a dusty street will go to her school!
“I hope he joins our class,” whispers Ashley, dreamily watching the plane land. Then the coach’s whistle blows and the two girls put on their best smiles and hurry to join their group.
“What do you think he’s like?” Mindy asks her identical twin Cindy quietly as the plane sinks lower and lower in the sky.
“Just like any business guy,” Cindy whispers back, bending over her Roman Empire exam. “Rich and arrogant. We just needed someone like that.”
“Hm…” Mindy says and brushes her hair back.
“We’ll be fine here. My father says everything is going well with his job.”
“But I’d like to know what he’s like.”
“Can you both shut up?” the European student Franzi murmurs angrily.
“Some of us are trying to do a good job here.” Cindy rolls her eyes while Mindy looks apologetically at her friend Franzi. The German student already has a hard enough time in life, but she could really be a bit nicer. “Besides, it doesn’t matter what he’s like. He’s a capitalist, just like everyone else here. Nothing will change. The system…”
“Franzi?” comes Miss Sinclaire’s voice from forne. “Is there a problem?”
“No, Miss Sinclaire!” Franzi shouts, giving the twins a dirty look.
“I know we’re all excited,” the young teacher reassures the class. “But we’ll soon get to know our new classmate. So there’s no reason not to focus on the Roman Empire and its role in ancient society.
“Yes, Miss Sinclaire!” Franzi calls out again and the class giggles. Then the bell rings.
“All right, my dears.” Miss Sinclaire claps her hands and adjusts her oversized glasses. “Your assignments are on my desk and I’ll see you all bright and early tomorrow. Have a nice day.” Then the young teacher bids farewell to the twenty-four boys and girls in her class while she can already see her sister leaning against the door.
“What do you think our new student will be like?” Anna asks her younger sister Abby as she dismisses the last students in her class.
“Well done Andrew. Your points are something to build on.” She smiles approvingly at the boy, then the two sisters are alone in the room.
“I don’t know,” the younger girl mumbles to her sister, wiping the blackboard. “I just hope he’ll fit in well. Life here is different from life on the mainland.”
“He’s his father’s son,” says Anna, helping her sister. “I’d be more worried about the girls in your class.” She grumbles. “About all the girls, I’d say.”
“What?” Abby spins around and dismisses the objection with a laugh. “Anna, you’re exaggerating now. You’re literally acting like this place is a madhouse.” She giggles.
“Don’t you think?” asks Anna, stepping closer and pointing out of the large windows of the modern lecture hall. Outside, a group of cheerleaders run across the schoolyard, led by Ashley Reed. “Where do you think she’s going now? And her friends too.”
“Where are they going? Surely to class to…”
“Really? Abby, don’t be ridiculous.” Anna snorts. Of the two sisters, she is the more mature, the colder and the more successful. But Abby is the nicer one. “If Ashley doesn’t get the new one, it’ll be one of the others. You know that.”
“So what?” Abby turns to her older sister. “Love isn’t…”
“Love?” Anna laughs. “This isn’t about love, is it?” She moves closer and grabs Abby’s hands. “Ever since Henry left you and I brought you here, you’ve been living like a monk,” one sister admonishes the other. “That’s not healthy. You know that and so do those girls. You’re also studying biology, so you should know what people are like.”
“That’s psychology Anna, your specialty.”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying! So listen to your older sister.”
“And what? Do you want me to act like a cheerleader?”
“I want you to think about yourself, Abby.” Anna hugs her sister. “And imagine what you could do with all that money.”
“He’s far too young for me… I think.”
“He’s probably 18,” Anna shrugs. “Maybe even older. You’re 24, and look at you.” It’s hard to find Abby attractive in her gray, long clothes, but underneath the fabric is a nice body that the older sister wants to highlight to help the younger one. “You just have to make an effort, be nice to him, show some cleavage and push your glasses lower on your nose, then you can give Ashley a run for her money.”
“Her family has more money than me. And besides…”
“It’s not about money Abby,” says Anna. “It’s about ass, cunt and mouth.”
“Anna!” The older sister laughs.
“You’re not a MILF yet Abby,” she says encouragingly. “And you’ve still got it in you. And you deserve it. More than one of those little beasts who don’t know how to handle money, power and a penis.” But she forgets that Abby doesn’t know that either. “But if you don’t want it…” she shrugs. “Then I’ll take him inside me.”
“Anna!” Abby almost screams and presses her hand to her lips. “You can’t do that!”
“Of course we can. Why should we stay out of the race? All the girls on the island will try their luck with him. We should too.” She pats her sister on the shoulder. “This isn’t a normal student Abby. Remember that. If you get it right with him, your life will be pretty damn easy. And after everything that’s happened to you, I’d say you’ve earned it.” With that, the big sister leaves the little sister alone with her thoughts.
“A MILF…” Abby thinks out loud and organizes her books for the next day. “What is a MILF anyway?” She can’t find an answer to that, but Anny’s words stay in her mind. “Maybe…”
Writing Shark 