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Chapter 8 by MightyViking MightyViking

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Do what Amy says

You reluctantly pull away.

“We better listen,” you say.

Even Bao looks disappointed. Looks like it’s up to you to lend clothes to everyone, which is fine, but Bao is just swimming in one of your t-shirts. It’s like a dress on her. You didn’t give her the one with cute Cthulhu on it on purpose.

Still damp and more than a little horny, the three of you follow Amy’s instructions. You didn’t have to drag Bao out of the closet after all. She came out on her own with minimal coaxing. You were pretty sure about her when you saw her drooling over Kylie and Sun. In fact, you’re starting to suspect that she might have come to CCL house on purpose with this in mind. Maybe she wanted to get into some trouble.

As you head down the hall, a down in the other direction clicks shut. Huh. So someone is still up here.

You find Amy and the others in the TV room. The TV is paused on a girl’s face, eyes wide in terror, the shadow of a knife over her. You’ve seen this movie before. Your favorite part is when the redhead gets chased because she’s in her underwear and very busty. It’s a bouncy scene.

Officers and pledges are together, sitting on couches and standing. Amy, arms folded, waits for you three to enter the room. The assembled girls are in a variety of dress and undress, and it’s obvious that you three are the only ones who got interrupted.

“About time. OK, first order of business. Has anyone seen Hailee?” Amy asks impatiently. “Or Rey? Or Delilah? Or Missy?”

“Elsa,” Olivia adds.

“What happened to you?” Beth asks her. Olivia’s eye looks a little swollen.

“I won’t name names, but we have a sister who likes to throw elbows when she cums,” Olivia replies bitterly. “And her name starts with,”

“Hush,” Amy says. “Look…” she begins, but this time it’s Kylie who cuts her off.

“Where’s Tracy?” she asks.

“Right here,” Tracy slurs, stumbling into the room. Amy catches the tipsy advisor, and Olivia catches the wine glass that she drops before it can shatter on the floor. “Oh hi,” Tracy says, and drunkenly kisses Amy on the mouth.

“Hi,” Amy replies patiently, glaring at Lotte, who steps forward to help put Tracy on the couch. Tracy wiggles around, then opens her shirt, revealing a purple bra and a her mouthwateringly soft chest. She closes her eyes and begins to snore.

“Most importantly,” Amy says firmly, getting back on topic. “I haven’t seen that police officer since like six. Where are they? Anyone?”

“I saw the detective upstairs,” Sun says mildly. She is politely not acknowledging the way that Bao stares at her nude body.

“I’m going to find Missy,” Dorothy announces.

“Not by yourself,” Amy snaps, but Dorothy is already leaving. “God damn it.”

“What’s the problem?” Nevaeh asks bluntly. “Aren’t they all just getting it on somewhere?”

“Where? Olivia and I have spent the past hour looking. Not quite the hour,” Amy adds, glancing at Ingrid. “But we don’t know. Their cars are still here. It’s very weird. I’m worried that CGH might be pulling something.”

“CGH?” Sally says, frowning.

“Chicks Go Hard,” Beth mutters.

“The sorority with all the closeted swimmers and soccer players,” you tell Sally.

“Oh,” she replies, nodding. “Right.”

“They’ve fucked with us before,” Amy says.

“Have they?” Aki asks, frowning.

“Not while we’ve been here, but in the past they have.”

“Here we go with the history lesson,” Nevaeh says, putting her face in her hand.

“Sweetie, if you want to join this sorority, you should show some appreciation for its rich and eventful past,” Amy says patiently. “Anyway!”

“What about Shelby?” Becka asks. “She’s not here. She wasn’t with the beer downstairs, and…”

“She’s missing too,” Olivia says. “Don’t tell her that we forgot her.”

“Lots of missing people,” Cynthia says, raising her hand and miming a stabbing motion.

“Shut up,” Amy snaps. “It’s bedtime. For everybody. You’re all going to bed. We could use a couple extra bodies to help us search, but the rest of you get in your rooms and stay there. And somebody take care of her,” she adds, pointing at Tracy, who snores loudly.

Hmm. You should volunteer for something.

Volunteer to help with Tracy?

Or Volunteer to help search for the missing girls?

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