Pulling Favors: part 1; Two freshmen discover a mutually beneficial relationship. By  BEWD4133. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In the heart of Seattle on an October weekend, a buzzer goes off at the door to a highly luxurious apartment in the metropolitan area. Awaiting its call inside was a young man of distinctly Japanese descent, surrounded by furniture and ornamentation to further indicate so. “Mr. Kuroki,” a doorman spoke through a small speaker on the wall, “Miss Rebecca Hopkins is here to see you.” “Yeah, that sounds about right. Send her up,” a young man answered the call. As a recent high school graduate and the son of highly successful Japanese tech executives working in the United States, Mokuba Kuroki had begun to work his family connections in both the education and business worlds, having enrolled at the university in hopes of reaching his parents’ level of income and influence. Now a few months short of his nineteenth birthday, the attire of this young Asian male was a pressed and proper white business suit but this contrasted his jet-black hair that hair he grew out long and unruly. Despite this, he remained home alone, as was common with a family involved in such high-level work, but that suited him just fine as he awaited his incoming guest from a lavish executive chair. Upon hearing a knock and giving his approval to open the door, a female close to his age dressed in the attire of an elite college student with a pink coat, white tie, small reading glasses, and purple skirt stepped into the room. “Rebecca,” the privileged student greeted his visitor, “It’s nice to see you again.” “Save the small talk,” she found herself a seat. “Not even a hello? "What’s the need? You already know why I’m here.” The one who had come out to see Mokuba was his acquaintance in academia at the local campus for the University of Washington, the overachieving Rebecca Hopkins. Only weeks older than him, the blond-haired, blue-eyed, moderately curvy, almost stereotypically American girl had done quite well for herself. While Mokuba had been riding through life on money, Rebecca had become his classmate at university through sky-high grades and scholarships. Her greater track in life had already been largely laid out for her, but her business today concerned more recent events as she took her seat in a smaller chair across from him. “Now, now, no need to be like that, I just wanted to talk a little first. We are friends, aren’t we? "In a certain way, I suppose. You were a big help on that first group assignment,” she rolled her eyes. “Darn right, I was,” Mokuba elaborated, “Can’t believe a girl with a GPA over 4.0 would so carelessly spill a soft drink over her laptop the night before the due date. I just happen to know the right people to get such a thing replaced as quickly as possible.” “Yeah, you sure are loaded, aren’t you?” Rebecca noted, “Plus it would’ve been bad for your grade as well if I wasn’t able to finish my part of the presentation, right?” “Now, now, no need for that,” he tried to ease the tension, “The time and money is no big deal, I simply happen to have good connections. I just thought having you over would be enough to call us even.” “Well you do have a nice place here,” the college girl took in her surroundings, noticing distinctly Japanese decor around the living room which included small bonsai oak trees and an exquisitely sheathed katana on the wall, “Were you born in Japan?” “Almost, my mother moved here while she was pregnant with me. I’ve got dual citizenship though. Some politicians might call me an anchor baby.” “Oh please, they only care when the person in question is poor,” the student rolled her eyes, “Honestly, you’re so privileged that it amazes me you still don’t have a girlfriend that you’d have me over alone like this.” “It’s not for a lack of interest,” Mokuba clarified, “It’s more due to general compatibility issues.” “Compatibility issues?” his guest raised an eyebrow. “Sexual comp