"You missed a spot."

“You missed a spot,” says Chad.

“Sorry, sir.” Tiffany’s on her hands and knees, collecting dropped Doritos wrappers from the carpet of the frat house living room. She hates every second of it, but she has ****. The frat boys have managed to steal Beaverly, the stuffed beaver who’s the sorority mascot, and if they want her back they have **** but to do whatever the frat boys say.

A crumpled wrapper bounces off her head.

“Let me get that for you, sir.” The girls of Epsilon Nu Phi are hard at work, cleaning the entire Delta Omega Mu frat house from top to bottom in nothing but bras, panties and rubber gloves. Some vacuum, some pick up garbage, some hang out laundry, some scrub kitchen tiles. The Deltas sit around drinking beer, watching football on TV and urging them on.

Tiffany’s panties are pink, with ΕΝΦ written in red across the butt. Chad shakes his head.

“Still not working quick enough, Tiffany,” he says. “You know what? I think that bra’s slowing you down.”