"We've got a bit of an ask for you, Tom," said the voice on the line. "We're short on RA's. Specifically female RA's. We've got them handling two or three floors each in some of the dorms now."
"That's going to be a hard semester for some of them," he chuckled. "How can I help?"
"Well, we thought you might fill in at one of the smaller residences. Lyttefel Hall? Over by the south quad. You know it?"
"I know it's a women's dormitory," he said warily.
"It's just a few rooms," Connie assured him. "I can't take an RA away from two floors in Jefferson for that! But we can't have a whole dorm with no supervision either. Come on, please?"
He sighed. "Okay, when do I start?"
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Lyttefel was more of a house than a residence hall, really. It was of a piece with the Victorian style of the college's oldest buildings, rambling over a large lot between lecture halls, shaded by sprawling oaks. Tom made his way up the front steps and smiled at the girls hanging out on the large porch. One leaned against a column, wearing black eyeshadow and fishnet tights under her short skirt, smoking a cigarette. The other two were flicking their phones, sitting on a bench with knees pulled up against their chests.
"Good morning ladies," he said.
"Who are you, mister?" That low voice came from the smoker.
"I'll be serving as RA here for a while," he said. "Tom Decker. You can call me Tom."
The girls on the bench looked up from their phones.
"What?" asked one, staring up at him with big blue eyes. She had on a snug t-shirt and pink athletic shorts that might as well have been panties they were so short.
"Um, but you're a dude," said the other. Her tight jeans were so torn up they were more holes than fabric. Strands of denim cut lines into the flesh of her thighs, straining to contain her curves. Her threadbare old band shirt struggled similarly, stretching close to transparency over her big round tits that seemed to jiggle every time she moved. Her nipples were obvious, and so were the metal rings pressed tight against them beneath her thin shirt. He shook his head. It was going to be an awkward semester if he couldn't keep his mind off the slutty outfits the girls were wearing.
"I know it's a little unusual, but they're shorthanded at the moment." He smiled. "I promise to be just as good an RA for you as anyone. I'll always be available to talk or help with anything you might need."
"So you're going to live in Mindy's old room?"
"Yes, if she was your last RA. Would you mind showing me the way?"
The girls hopped up, so he followed them through the front door with his bag. There were a few more residents in the common area, relaxing or studying. Some looked up in surprise, but the girl in shorts split off from the group and began to fill them in. Lana, someone called her. Tom heard them talking in low tones about him. The other two led him past a kitchen and dining area to stop by the first door in a long hallway.
"This is it," said the one in the jeans, or what was left of them anyway. She was looking at the doorway doubtfully.
"Okay, well this should do the trick, then," he said, taking a key from his pocket. "What did you say your names were?" he asked as the door opened.
"Sandy," she said, eyeing the room.
"I'm Lydia," said the other, with the dark eye makeup and fishnets.
They followed him in and watched him check drawers and look out the window. It was a single bed; the RA didn't share living space, unlike the other residents. And fairly large; Sandy sat down on the edge of it, kicking her feet, while the three of them looked around the room. No private bathroom though; he guessed he'd be showering in the communal one down the hall like everyone else.
"No bathroom, huh?" asked Sandy. "You going to use ours?"
"Of course."
"And shower with us?"
"We're all adults here, Sandy," he said with a friendly smile. "It's no big deal. I'm sure there are private stalls, right?"
"I mean, kind of private, I guess."
"What do you mean?"
"Look," said Lydia, "we'd better just show him."
He followed the two girls down to the bathroom and they pushed open the door. He hesitated, but it was the only bathroom in the house, after all. He'd have to get used to it. He stepped in after them. On one side of the room were the toilet stalls. No urinals, naturally. He wouldn't have wanted to risk one of the girls walking in on him using one of those anyway. It was a little steamy in the room, he realized. The girls led him around the corner and he heard the shower running.
"You see?" asked Sandy, glancing over.
He did see. The wall was lined with shower heads. Between each, a glass panel protruded, shielding one stall occupant from another with a physical barrier, but no visual obstruction unless steam clouded the glass. And the side of each stall opposite the wall and faucet was simply left open. So the occupant of the shower currently running was completely visible, shrouded in nothing but the haze of falling water, and the film of soapy bubbles she was rubbing over herself. Her tits were large, propped up on sudsy forearms, as her hands soaped under her arms.
"And who's this," she demanded, as they all came in. She continued rubbing soap over her shiny wet body as she spoke.
"Girls, I should leave," said Tom. "We'll work out a schedule--"
"A schedule!" demanded the naked one, putting her hands on her hips. Water rinsed streams of soapy suds down her stomach and legs, and her smooth glistening vulva came into view. "What's this all about?"
"Nothing, Aubrey, don't worry about it."
"He's our new RA," said Lydia.
