"H-h-h-h-h-hello, Tiffany."

“That was humiliating,” says Kristen, still blushing hotly. The game’s over. Upknott won by seven points, not that anybody cares. She and the other five girls of the Supreme Leadership Council are in the big communal group shower in the cheerleaders’ locker room, still trying to wash all the mud out of their hair. “The boys have no right to do that to us!”

“Ugh,” grumbles Victoria. “We were on live TV, too! And the networks don’t legally have to censor pranks, so millions of people saw everything! I’m so embarrassed!”

“I hate it! Grr!” Jessica stamps her feet, making her cute apple-sized breasts jiggle as warm shower water cascades over her tight little body. “We looked ridiculous out there! Everyone laughed at us! And all those Paxton geeks saw… ah, no, I hate even thinking about it!”

“The worst part is, it’s not just us that got humiliated,” complains Madison, soaping her small but perky breasts and trying to wash all the mud out of her long, dark, silky hair. “It’s the whole sorority. Delta kicked our butts out there. So now everyone’s going to think the Delta guys are genius heroes, and we’re gullible little losers. Again!”

“We’re going to get them back for this,” says Tiffany. She steps out of the shower, walks over to the bench, props up one foot and begins to examine her red-painted toenails, looking for flecks of mud. “I don’t care what it takes. I don’t care how expensive it is. I don’t care how hard we have to work, or what we have to give up for it. Somehow, someday, we are going to give those stupid, dumb, perverted, smug, arrogant, idiotic frat boys exactly what they…”

“Freeze.”

“Cool,” says Simon, walking into the cheerleaders’ locker room. “Never been into the Paxton one before. Hey, great show tonight, girls! We all had a blast!”

“Which ones do you want, boys?” says Chad, looking at the frozen nude cheerleaders, unable to move from their shower as his happy blue eyes travel over every inch of their naked figures. “I always thought Kristen was kind of cute.”

“Oh, do you mean it? I mean, EEK GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!”

“Haha. Make us!”

“I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i,” stutters Melvin, last in the trio of frat boys to walk into the room. The rest of the football team is off hanging out with the Paxton cheerleaders, who in accordance with the ancient covenant have been handed over to them for celebration. “I-i-i only want one, Chad.”

“Works for me.” Chad picks up Kristen and Victoria and hoists them over his shoulders like a barbarian, their pert asses framing his face as they squeal helplessly. Simon does the same to Madison and Jessica. “Have fun down here tonight, you crazy kids!”

“H-h-h-h-h-hello, Tiffany.”

“WHAT?” Tiffany, nude, zapped into immobility, is unable to wriggle away as Melvin, the campus’ biggest nerd, with his bowl cut, bow tie and round glasses, begins to awkwardly stroke her perky breasts. “CHAD! WHAT THE FUCK! NO! GET BACK HERE! I WILL NOT BE FUCKED BY… NO! LET GO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! CHAAAAAD!”

“See you later, Tiffany!”

“AAAAAAAAAUUUUGHH!”