Sorority Prank War (closed for the people who've indicated to me a desire to play)

[AngelaSaxon]

Camille would always remember her first day at the university, almost two years ago.

She'd spent an hour moving her things into her new room in the sorority, setting them up to be as comfortable as she could manage.

At just after three she'd then walked to the bar across the road, not to drink but because she'd been told it served inexpensive food.

She'd ordered the cheapest of the cheap food and was sitting at the back of the darkened, empty eating area.

She had only been sitting there for a minute when a guy walked up, someone she instantly and correctly guessed was a fratboy.

He also seemed slightly drunk.

His first words were "I want to feel your tits", grinning and very obviously checking out the big firm round boobs outlined through her top.

Appalled, she snapped at him: ‘Get the fuck away from me, douchebag.’

But the fratboy persisted: ‘I want to feel your tits. What if I give you $50?'

‘$50?’ she exclaimed. ‘you approach girls in public offering $50 to feel their tits?! I'm sure that's against the law!'

The fratboy shrugged. ‘Still, I really want to feel those tits. How about $200?'

‘What part of “get the fuck away from me” was unclear?’ she asked, her eyes darting around for anyone working here she could complain to but no-one was around.

‘OK,’ said the boy. ‘$500. $500 for just a bit of a feel.'

After a very brief pause she just shook her head. ‘Not a chance!. Please go away!!’

The young man looked at her, from her face down to her chest and back, and said: ‘Final offer - I'll give you a thousand bucks if I can get a good feel of your tits.’

She opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off and froze.

She was actually desperate for money, and a thousand dollars would make an enormous difference.

Looking around, this time to check no-one would see, she took a deep breath, reached down and quickly pulled her top up, exposing a spectacular rack which seemed like it could burst out of her black semi-transparent bra at any moment.

"Ok make it quick!" she hissed at the fratboy, whose grin seemed even wider.

Camille gasped as he reached out and yanked her bra downward hard, her tits bouncing out, nipples like little red cherries.

Instantly his fingers closed around her boobs, her nipples in the palms of his hands as he freely groped her amazing tits.

Her face screwed up and she let out a yelp as he gave both tits a sudden hard squeeze, but for this money she'd grin and bare it for a minute.

As the grinning, giggling fratboy pushed her tits together and gleefully squashed them about, he kept repeating over and over, ‘Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my fucking God!’, almost moaning the odd mantra.

Finally Camille had to ask, ‘Why are you saying “Oh my God!” over and over?'

The fratboy giggled, and each of his hands got a firm grip on a huge natural tit as he replied, still grinning: ‘Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Where the hell would I ever get a thousand dollars?!'

It was then, as her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open, the boy not letting go, that the waiter appeared behind her.

Certainly a memorable first day.

 

[JackHemingway]

The Car Guy

Brayden Swift wasn't like your typical Pleasant Grove University student. The university seemed like a different world from the working-class town where it was located. Regal brick buildings contained classrooms, shiny new buildings for dorms, and the houses that contained the frats and sororities were like small mansions. For most in Pleasant Grove, the closest they got to the university was working one of the many maintenance and service jobs.

Brayden's uncle was head of buildings and grounds is what got him into the university. An old school rule allowed children of employees to attend the school free of charge, and since uncle Charlie was a lifelong bachelor an exception was made. He still had to pay for room and board, but that is where Kappa Sigma Mu Eta came in. Their charter talked about grooming future professionals through scholarship, but it was more like joining a rugby team with a bar.

Brayden's father shared a partnership with his uncle in a local gas station where he learned the mechanic profession early on. Within a few weeks of the start of school, he was fixing student's cars after hours for extra money. Several Frat brothers had Pontiac Firebirds and we looking to get additional power out of their machines. Having access to a grease monkey for free had its appeal and a free room and food worked out great for him so he was a brother overnight.

His favorite "client" as of late though was the lovely Camille who owned a fully loaded cherry red corvette. She'd won it during spring break a luxury he couldn't afford, but apparently, there was some bikini contest where she stole the show. She drove it back from the beach and had to cry her way out of a few tickets. It was parked nearby and he soon saw its owner walking out of the philosophy building. He leaned back against the bench and gave her a wave.

 

[staceyshackleton]

Alpha Delta Pi

Sarah Saunders stood at the entrance to her house, took in a deep breath, and looked up and down the sun-dappled street. The light pink blouse that she was wearing rippled in the warm summer breeze that danced between the large white-stone buildings lining the street, each showing a pristine face to the outside world in what was arguably the most important week of the year. She allowed herself a brief smile as she enjoyed the teasing touch of the breeze, feeling it probe between the buttons and set her skin tingling.

That was only part of the reason for her good mood however. Behind her, back in the house, the new pledges of Alpha Delta Pi sat ready, ready for her guidance and leadership, ready to part of a great sisterhood that would take Alpha Delta Pi into the future. And, perhaps most importantly of all, ready to teach those bitches from Delta Kappa Delta down the street a lesson in humility.

Sarah was in her senior year, and while the next eight months would be defining in her future career as a high-flying lawyer, more than that it would be an opportunity to leave the College on a high. And that high would be helped no end by ensuring that her own Sorority was the place to be for years to come.

She spun around on 2-inch heels, and flashed a confident smile at the gaggle of first year girls who sat - somewhat nervously it had to be acknowledged - on the collection of couches in the House lounge.

"Ladies. As pledges of Alpha Delta Pi," Sarah said smoothly, "are you ready to take our Sorority to the very top of this fine Institution?"

There was a series of nods and mumbled agreements that caused Sarah to narrow her eyes slightly, and arch one of her perfect eyebrows. She'd hoped for a somewhat more enthusiastic response than that. Absent-mindedly straightening her blouse and patting down her black pencil-skirt, the blonde-haired beauty took another deep breath in. Her chest - perfectly proportioned c-cups - went up and down for effect, which would have had a mesmerising effect on frat boys but which was a little lost on her current audience. Nevertheless, she fixed them all with a firm look, leaving them in no doubt on what she expected from them.

"Ladies, you know what Delta Kappa Delta have done?"

The girls could hardly have not. Late yesterday afternoon, as the sorority's washing had dried in the hot summer sun, someone had sneaked into their grounds and stolen all of their drying bras and panties off the lines. In their place, the sisters of Alpha Delta Pi had discovered instead an array of granny panties and functional-yet-ugly maternity bras.

To say Sarah Saunders had seethed at this indignity would have been to miss the opportunity to use the phrase "apocalyptic rage". The granny knickers and maternity bras all had the Alpha Delta Pi symbols emblazoned on them, and the only clue to the culprits had been spotted early this morning - on the tall white flag post that stood proudly outside Delta Kappa Delta, was a single sexy red bra, a bra that a red-faced Sarah had instantly recognised as her own.

Sarah had calmed down now. Or at least the rage had evolved from outwardly wanting to burn Delta Kappa Delta to the ground, to instead a more controlled simmering desire to make sure Delta Kappa Delta forever remembered their little prank for the retribution that it brought down on them. Pranks were a fact of life around here, but that didn't mean that it could go unanswered.

"So," Sarah announced, "what this House needs is for its sisters to strike back, and defend her honour!"

And, Sarah thought, with vengeance now flashing in her eyes, she had just the idea on how to do it. Walking over to a table around which the girls were sitting, she looked down with quite determination at a small innocent-looking box. On the box though, was a simple inscription - "itching powder".

"Ladies," Sarah said, not taking her eyes off the box, "we strike back at the inter-Sorority athletics competition tomorrow..."

 

[AngelaSaxon]

Two days earlier, a couple of those first year sorority girls had been doing menial chores in the house when there was a loud knock on the front door.

When they'd both opened the door, they'd found a couple of young guys in overalls, one holding a clipboard, the other a large toolbox.

"Afternoon ladies!" the one with the clipboard said with a wide smile "We're just here to do a brief pest inspection. The university is insisting on one every year now, ever since some incident at a frathouse?"

"Oh" one of the girls replied uncertainly, "um...can I see that?" she asked, pointing at the clipboard.

Thanks to Brayden's knowledge and connections, the paperwork looked convincingly in order, and thanks to Brayden's uncle a quick phone call by one of the girls confirmed the existence of this new policy.

"Well ok I guess...." the girl ended up agreeing.

"Great, great," the clipboard-wielding boy said back affably, nodding. "So we just need you all to vacate the premises for forty-five minutes, no more than an hour I promise? So we can look around, do our jobs?"

The sorority house was almost empty at this time of day, which was why they'd chosen this time to come.

When the few girls had gone, wandering off to the library or a cafe or wherever, the two boys stepped inside, closed the door behind them, didn't bother to stop themselves from grinning and got to work.

...

Thus two days later Carl Ivers was sitting in his room in the Kappa Sigma Mu frat house, reading, with his laptop open on his desk showing a live feed of a large room at the Alpha Delta Pi sorority house.

He stopped reading, turned up the sound on the feed and paid attention as Sarah Saunders started doing something close to ranting, which then became something very like planning.

Planning revenge.

Carl sat back in his chair, thinking, a smile slowly growing on his face.

Thinking of possibilities.

He needed to have some conversations with the boys.

...

Downstairs, Camille was walking out of class and about to wave back at Brayden.

The beautiful smile she directed Brayden's way was more polite than enthusiastic but nonetheless seemed effortless, and her modest blouse could hardly conceal the existence of the perfect large boobs within as she strolled closer toward both her car and the fratboy strategically positioning himself nearby.

"Hey there," she called out. "And thanks again," her voice less loud now she was within comfortable speaking distance.

 

[JackHemingway]

Brayden Swift

"Hey Camilla, it was no problem any excuse to drive your beautiful car even if it's just around the block is worth it. So you paid the cash part of your debt, but you mentioned paying me in lunches for the rest? Oh just got a line on some new car alarms. We could workout a payment plan for sale and installation. I mean I've heard the pranks are starting with you girls again. I know you don't want anyone doing anything to your ride."