Hug Ingrid

You hug Ingrid. She doesn’t even seem surprised, so she must know how depressed she looks. She’s soft and warm and smells amazing. It’s easy to see why everyone idolizes her, but you don’t feel like she loves CCL. You feel like she just puts up with it. Sometimes you feel the same way. There are a lot of things about CCL that are fun and good, like some of the horny antics and being open and positive about sexuality… but some of it is also a bit meanspirited. The initiations always embarrass people, and CCL girls LOVE to have sex in other, unsuspecting girls’ rooms. It’s not uncommon for a pledge to come back to the house and open her door to find two officers making a mess in her bed.

It's happened to you.

Ingrid hugs you back, sighing. Then she lets go.

“What are you so worried about?” you ask.

She shakes her head. There must be something going on. You don’t press her any harder, but you watch her walk away before you check your phone. Amy didn’t leave a voicemail or send a text. You call her back, but it goes straight to voicemail. Hmm. Very strange. You wonder what she wanted.

The air is wet, heavy, and getting chilly. You have some anxiety about what will go on tonight, but you don’t think it’s your night to initiate. You are too new. Still… someone will have to, and it’s not unusual for other pledges to get dragged into it.

On the other hand, if you go back now and get to your room, you will be much less likely to walk in later and find someone getting spanked in your bed. You text Rey to see where she is, and she’s leaving campus as well. You hurry to the other end of the building to meet her. She pulls up in her cool Camaro, and you climb in. You aren’t especially close with her, but she’s nice to you and her class schedule is similar to yours, so you ride home with her a lot. Sometimes she flirts a little, and you find her attractive, but it’s obvious to you that her real interest is in hot girls like Hailee.

You get out of town and onto the winding highway that leads to CCL house. It’s not a very long drive, only twenty minutes.

“Here come these idiots,” Rey mutters, looking at the mirror. She pulls to the side as you hear the roar of engines. You turn to see the women on motorcycles go rumbling past, at least five of them. They wear the vests that identify them as members of that gang in Gurlberg: the Free Gurls.

“Better hurry up, bitches!” Rey calls as the bikers disappear around the corner. “Storm’s coming.”

“What?” you say.

“The weather? Sally, you don’t want to be on a bike in the rain,” she tells you with a smile.

Oh. Makes sense.

The rain starts to fall just as you reach the house. It looks especially spooky this afternoon, under this overcast sky.

“Can you help me with my stuff?” Rey asks as you both climb out of the car. Before you can answer, you see someone looking down from a window on the second floor. They move away before you can tell who it is.

To your right, the beer delivery girl is opening up her truck. She must have just arrived. Her name is Shelby, and you’ve heard that she gives CCL a good price on beer in exchange for occasionally getting to party with the girls. Shelby seems nice, and you don’t know why she would need to bribe her way to some sex, but maybe it’s just a rumor.

“Hey,” she says, noticing you as she climbs out of the truck. “Can you give me a hand?”

Gosh. Suddenly you’re so popular. Who do you help?

Shelby? Or Rey?