At a party

Weeks pass, and nothing happens, so you assume that the woman simply decided to try and forget the incident. Not uncommon at HSU. You, however, have put it out of your mind completely. Most people forgot a lot of the events of the past few weeks when Delta Iota Kappa, one of the bigger frats on campus, announced their first big party of the year. It was all anyone could talk about for days, and it's finally here.

You, personally, couldn't be more excited. In high school, you lived for the parties, and you can only assume they get better in college. You finish with your classes, and head straight back to your dorm, taking plenty of time to get your hair and minimal make up just perfect. You put on a padded red and black bra, as well as a matching pair of lacy boy shorts Over that you pull on a pair of black fishnet stockings, a white Sex Pistols t-shirt, and a short, leather skirt.

You slip on a pair of black boots, and start making your way across campus. It seems like almost every student on campus is headed the same direction. You couldn't miss the frat house from half way across campus. Lights flash, and loud music pounds in your ears, as you walk up the road toward the already swinging building.

You make your way inside, squeezing through groups of parties, on your way to the kitchen. You see throngs of people, most of whom you remember to some extent from the last few weeks on campus. You grab a beer, and post up against a rare, open section of counter space, eyeing up the rest of the party. You notice that a few of the freshmen guys are wearing badges with numbers on them, and make a mental note to ask someone about it later.

While you're sitting there, you spot one of those very men nearby. He's tall, and slender. His long black hair hangs down over an Anthrax t-shirt, leading her eyes to a pair of tight leather pants. You see that his badge says 4.25. "Hey!" you say, trying to be heard over the music. He looks at you with nervous eyes, and leans in.

"Hi!" He says, taking a sip of his drink.

"My name's Kelly!"

"I'm Ian! Do you wanna go outside where we can actually hear each other?!"

You nod, and he takes your hand, leading you out and down the stairs, onto the lawn where a number of other students have congregated. The music is still loud, but at least you can hear each other talk out here. "So hi." he says with a smile.

You giggle and take a sip of your beer. "Hey."

An awkward silence hangs between you, and you decide to break it. "So what do those badges mean."

At first he drops his gaze, and doesn't seem to want to answer. "I'm a pledge. It's just this stupid thing they make us do."

"So what do the numbers mean?"

He takes even longer to answer this question. "They...they had member of their sister sorority measure our...our dicks on the first day."

"Oh," you say, and then get another look at his number. "Oh."

"Yeah. It's not my favorite thing."

"Well... I mean that's not that bad. I walked past this naked guy tied to a flagpole the other day. I swear it looked like my pinky, but smaller."

You both share an awkward laugh, and he just seems glad that you didn't immediately take off. Suddenly you hear a voice from behind you that makes your blood run cold.

"Well well! There she is!"

You spin around to see the blonde that you left bottomless with the football team. You swallow, and only really have a second to decide what to do.