Open Nicole’s door

You decide to throw caution to the wind, swing open the last door, and run in. You make a b-line for the dresser, open the top drawer grab a handful of panties, and shove them in your front pocket. Then, you swing around and bolt for the door. Just as you are coming into the light of the hallway, you hear Tom yell, “Come on John, let’s make a break for it.”

You are almost through the door when you are hit over the head and fall to the ground, blacking out.

As you start to come around, you look around and realize it wasn’t all a dream. You really are lying in the middle of the hallway of a sorority with multiple pairs of panties in your pants. You contemplate making a run for it but notice that some girls have come out of their bedrooms and are blocking your way to the stairs. You begin to panic as you realize there is no way out. Tom and all of his buddies must have already escaped. You are screwed -- how are you going to get out of this? By this time, the girls in the hallway have you surrounded.

They are pissed and begin yelling at you. They questioned why you were there. Deciding not to make matters worse, you say nothing. Unfortunately, this really makes them angry, and then one of the girls notices the bulge in your right pocket. She sticks her hand in your pocket and pulls out about four pairs of panties. The girls start punching and kicking you, calling you a pervert and many other horrid names. You try to get up, but they quickly tackle you to the floor, and three of them hold you down. Then a fourth comes walking out of the room you just left, twirling some pink fuzzy handcuffs around her finger. They cuff your hands in front of your body.

The girl who had the cuffs bends down and sits on your chest. “What are we going to do with you?” she says while clicking her tongue. Her nightgown is barely covering her pubic area. When you finally focus on her face, you see it is Nicole. A senior you saw at the party earlier but were way too intimidated to even go near her, so you doubt she recognizes you.

Another girl hands her the handful of panties she took from your pocket.

“Don’t you know the rule?” she says while throwing the panties in your face. “Only one pair per boy. That’s the rule, but it looks like you got a little greedy. So what should we do with our greedy little boy?”

You are still in shock and can’t even manage to make a whimper.

“You have two choices; you can tell us who put you up to this so we can call the cops, or…” she gets a mischievous grin on her face before giving you the next option, “you put these panties on and let us take pictures of you.

You start thinking the second option is not too bad until she adds, “then let us post them to our sorority Instagram account.”