"Of course, I'll come pick you up,"  Vassily was on his cell phone leaning against the doorway talking to Samantha...no make that Rebecca.  He had a Russian brogue in spite of being born in the Borscht Belt but Vassily discovered that when he exaggerated it a bit he could get his way.  There was something about playing up his dulcet tones to cause pants to unbutton themselves, panties to melt right off, and an eager young thing waiting for his touch.  "No, no...  Wear that blue slip.  It flatters your eyes..."<br/><br/>He continued to chat for a moment before hanging up.  The others seemed preoccupied as of late by the influx of lady friends they were bringing into the fraternity.  Vassily didn't mind, as long as they were occupied, they were less likely to complain about how often he had girls over for a romp in his bed.  Speaking of girls, he needed to go pick up Rebecca for a bit of fun...