Panty Raid ends in Mark’s capture.

It was absolute chaos as the group of boys ran at full speed towards the building.

Letting some of the others go first, Mark and Daniel backed off a little bit and let them run off in front. By the time they had reached the doors and were inside, they could hear plenty of squealing and screaming from the girls inside.

Already, there were guys running through the hallways of the building and into the unlocked girls rooms. They were quickly dashing in and out once they grabbed a set of panties or a bra. The goal was to find ones that had already been worn which may be laying out on the ground of dorm rooms but if that wasn’t possible, they’d have to settle out on freshly clean ones.

Mark was one of the last to enter the building, he took a couple of turns down different hallways, trying to find some open rooms that hadn’t been raided yet.

He found what looked to be a fairly quiet hallway, most of the dorm rooms were shut. Mark kept running until he came across one that was completely wide open.

This was it, he thought. Without any more thinking, he went inside, the room had a was brightly lit up. A couple of fluro lava lamps did the trick. The left wall of the room was filled with posters and pictures. Mark didn’t have enough time to inspect them, he’s heart was pumping as he searched the room.

The floor was messy but it worked out well, shuffling through the clothes on the floor, he found some bright pink panties that had been used. Nearby a camisole top and a thin white bra.

Mark grabbed both the panties and the bra. He couldn’t help himself, he pulled the panties up to his nose, inhaling the smell of them. There was still a strong sense of feminine aurora that stemmed from the undergarments.

Really breathing it in, he wondered what girl wore these. Mark prayed that they were hot, prayed it was a pussy that he would love to stretch out with his cock.

Giving the room one last look around, Mark decided he should move on and see if he could find another open door.

As he was about to stand up, Mark felt a foot to the back. It was a solid kick that put him back on his ass, flattening him down.

“What the hell-” he said, turning around on the ground to see who had done it.

There stood a tall brunette in in a white singlet and short black Adidas running shorts. She was standing over him, hands on hips. It also wasn’t just some nobody, it was Tamika.

Tamika, the brunette Westmere girl he bumped into at the last football game that the bulldogs had played at their campus. Their interactions didn’t stop there, Mark was used later that night in part of a contest between Tamika and Tiffany.

The chances of him raiding her dorm first were second to none. But now she stood over him with all the power. Unsure whether she would use that power or not, Mark remained quiet on the ground, looking up at her pretty face.

There was anger in her at first, but as soon as she realised who it was, Tamika began to laugh a little, “Mark? Well what are the chances of this huh?”