Mark, an average guy

Mark was having the worst holiday of his life as he trudged home through the park. He had been dating the most popular woman at his college for three months now, and had saved up and spent ten grand on a beautiful jade and gold necklace that she had been badgering him to buy her for Christmas; having worked double shifts at his part-time job for three months and even hocking a few of his personal belongings. And how did Trisha repay him for the lovely gift and the three months of love and affection?

By sleeping with the entire basketball team. And then dumping him because "things weren't working out" for her and that he "wasn't spending enough time" with her because of him constantly studying and working...

Nevermind that he was doing all that working because of her and he was studying to make sure he stayed in school, which was something he had told the bitch ninety-eight different times!

"Merry fucking Christmas, Bitch!" Mark muttered sarcastically as he passed the park fountain.

"Charge!"

That made Mark nearly jump out of his boots as he came back to reality, stopping in place as he turned to his right. His eyes widened as he saw Mallory, Madeline, Katelyn, Tiffany, Bella, Delilah, and Angela streaking through the park towards the fountain.

No, not the fountain. Towards him!

"What the -" Mark began as the seven approached him, Mallory getting to him first as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Hey!"

"Hey yourself, Mark!" Mallory said with a laugh. "Katelyn! Get his boots!"

"My boots?!" Mark asked before feeling the woman in question yank his boots off before attacking his socks. "Hey!"

"I got his jacket!" Mallory called out again as she unzipped Mark's hoodie. "Delilah! Madeline! Grab his pants!"

"What the hell are you girls doing?!" Mark asked, his question going ignored as the three women continued to strip him and tossed his clothes to the side. Soon, Mark was left standing in his sweater, shirt, and boxers...

Before Angela and Tiffany removed the first two items respectively, leaving him in just his boxer shorts as Mark shivered from the cold despite his red, burning face.

"And now for the grand finale!" Mallory cheered as she let Mark go as Katelyn and Tiffany grabbed his arms. "Bella? Will you do the honors?"

"Now wait just a -" was all Mark could get out before Bella reached into the waistband of his boxers and immediately tugged them down and off... Revealing his eight inch glory to the women and the world.

"Twit-Twoo!" Mallory whistled. "Do I know how to pick them or what?!"

"Okay, that is much bigger than I thought he was going to be!" Tiffany commented, before looking apologetically into Mark's face. "No offense."

"None taken... NOW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" Mark shouted, his face red in a mixture of anger and embarrassment, looking around at the seven women he attended class with.

"Easy, Mark." Mallory explained calmly, "You've been ignoring all the invitations we've been sending you, so we're going to make it easier on you and invite you personally."

Mark raised an eyebrow. What 'invitations'? An average guy like him would remember getting an invitation from the most popular sorority on campus. Then again, he did remember Trisha shredding a lot of envelopes, offering to manage his email, and muttering something about Mallory being a 'stuck up, hypocritical bitch'...

"And w-what would you -"

"Aww, he's getting cold already! Here, we'll keep you warm!" Madeline cooed as she and Bella wrapped their arms around him in a hug, pressing their naked bodies against his own.

Well, he certainly wasn't cold at the moment!

Clearing his throat, Mark began again. "Let's say, for the sake of argument, I never received any invitation. What was it for?"

"Why, for the honor of being Sorority Boyfriend, of course!" Mallory beamed.