Looking for answers

Tracy was exhausted from her day off cleaning and could feel sweat and residue on her face. Amber, the blonde who had helped her clean up the yard, was also covered in gunk. They both smelled like stale beer and other gross smells. But at least she was done for the day as they returned inside. A crowd of frat bros clapped and whistled.

The one who had hired Tracy said, "Man, you did a great job. Don't think I have ever seen this place this clean." Amber's boyfriend joked guess the "only dirty things. Left in the house, are you two?" Amber rolled her eyes as Tracy muttered "shit" as her body took Amber's hand and headed into the kitchen. Amber was confused. "What are you doing..." she interrupted by the cold feeling of dish soap on her chest as Tracy began to rub it in with a towel.

"why did you do that?" Ambered returned the favor and soaped up Tracy's breasts as they continued to fondle and clean each other. Tracy watched Amber's rage boil over. "You got to be kidding me!" She said her tone did not match her actions. As some of the guys came in, their faces contorted into a smile as they turned to give the boys a display of their newly cleaned breasts. "What do you say, boys? all clean?" They both presented to the crowd, and they agreed wholeheartedly. Amber ran to find a shirt. Tracy ran out to her car and put her hoody back on. She couldn't do this for thirty more days. She had to figure this out.

When she returned to her dorm, she took a real shower. She cleaned off the dirt and stale beer scent, put on some new clothes, and started to look at her laptop. She looked up Professor Kelly and found her office hours. It was the only lead she had to figure this out.

Her roommate came in with a very happy-looking guy. "Hey Tracy, can we have the room?" She said. She saw a cardboard sign in her hands that said "5 dollar blowjobs."

"umm, actually, I need to do some research," She lied, trying to help. "That's ok. You can watch the guy said, lowering his pants." As she watched her roommate drop to her knees.

"Oh, oh god." She ran out of the room. Looking around the halls, she saw many girls with different signs. They were spreading like the plague. She watched a fat janitor pay a girl a dollar, and she flashed him her tits. She had to find a way to end this. She pulled up Professor Kelly's office number and decided to talk to her.