A Piece of Cake

As the truck slowly made it's way down the highway, Dylan steadied herself so as not to wallow in the trash as she stood up. She was already wet and covered in cold blueberry syrup, she did not need to add smelling like garbage to her list of humiliations right now!

As she stood up, however, her eyes widened as she realized that she was now heading in the opposite direction of the city and the rendezvous point. She would have an even longer walk now! Instead of letting out a gasp, however, the naked agent only gave a flat expression as she muttered, "Because why the hell not?"

First priority now, though, was getting down from the garbage truck before she was shipped off to the dump.

Steadying herself as the truck turned a corner, Dylan leapt from the back of the garbage truck and onto the side of the road. Fortunately, the agent made the landing and was completely unharmed. Unfortunately, as she landed, Dylan lost her footing at the last second, causing her to stumble back and tumble down a hill. She groaned and yelped as she found herself rolling down the hill, collecting dirt on her skin and twigs in her hair, for the second time for the night. And just like last time, this hill seemed to lead to a backyard.

This time, however, the hill had a slight curve to it, causing the woman to scream as she was suddenly thrown into the air for a few seconds before landing butt first into something soft and sticky, accompanied by a loud crash and a splat.

Once she got over her dizziness, the naked agent looked around at her surroundings. It looked like she had landed in some kind of party that hadn't started yet, complete with a keg of beer and a banner that read "Congrats for surviving The Sharks, New Sisters!".

Dylan groaned. Of all the places that she had to have crashed into, it had to be a sorority house.

"What the hell?!"

"My cake!"

Dylan paled as she looked over her shoulder to see a group of college girls ranging between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two. However, confused at the other girl's words, Dylan looked down, seeing that she had landed butt first into a large vanilla cake with white frosting while breaking the table it was on on impact. With a sheepish chuckle, the naked agent got to her feet and spun around, slapping an arm over her breast and wedging a hand between her legs as she blushed crimson.

"Hi, girls!" She said with a nervously sheepish laugh. "Terribly sorry for crashing your party, and ruining your cake. But if any of you girls are kind enough to let me borrow some clothes for a... An errand that I have to run, then I - "

"Alright, who invited Grandma!" The Sorority President asked rudely, turning to the other girls in annoyance. She got even more annoyed when none of the girls stepped forward.

"Look, I'll be out of your hair if you -" The words died on Dylan's tongue as her brain finally caught what the girl had just called her, her sheepish smile turning into a angered glared as she huffed indignantly. "'Grandma'?! I'm twenty-five, you brat!"

"Whatever you say, Fat Ass." The President replied with a smug smirk as the other girls laughed.

"I am! And I can prove it!" Dylan snapped angrily. Half a second later, the woman admitted, "Well, okay, I can't prove it now due to the fact that I don't have my ID, let alone my pants, but -"

"Is this what it's like to get old?" A younger eighteen year old girl asked, earning a few giggles from the others, "I mean, I can deal with the junk in the trunk, but the senility?"

"I am not senile! And my butt is not fat!" Dylan snapped, stomping her foot in anger. "I have been through enough of a hell tonight! I fell several hundred feet from a window, got chased around by dogs, nearly suffocated by gas at a mini golf course, almost eaten by a lion, stripped by goats, chased out of a zoo, soaked in a fountain, beaten up by bikers, thrown into a dumpster, covered in slushy syrup, arrested, handcuffed, filmed knocking out the officer, landed in a garbage truck, and got my plump - not fat, plump ass covered in cake! And on top of all that, I still need to save a good friend from getting murdered by a group of terrorists! Now shut the hell up and get me something to wear!"

The girls looked at one another in silence for several seconds before turning back to Dylan. They remained quiet for about a minute before they exploded in laughter again, causing the naked agent to growl in a mixture of anger and humiliation.

"Okay, okay. I take it back." The President said as she wiped a tear from her eye, "Who ever hired the crazy, naked old lady for entertainment gets special house privileges."

"I am not a crazy old lady!" Dylan screamed, having had enough of this nonsense for one night. "Now get me something to wear!"

"Why should we, Grandma?" One of the other girls asked, challenging the agent.

"Do it or I'll..." Dylan began, looking around for some kind of leverage. That was when she saw the keg of beer and the jello shots on another table, smirking as she turned her attention back to the girls. "That's a lot of **** you have there, girls. Just how many of you are old enough to actually drink it?"

That shut the girls up immediately.

"I'm just saying," Dylan said with a smile, having found her leverage, "that, while I do see that many of you are of and/or a year over the legal drinking age, I also see a majority of you are still either one to three years under it. So, if you girls sent me on my merry way as is and, oh may the lord forbid, I were to let it slip to someone that this sorority was supporting underaged drinking... Well."

The eighteen to twenty year olds in the group whimpered and muttered amongst themselves, not wanting to get in trouble or kicked out of college. A majority of them weren't even going to drink anything but water tonight anyway, but the implications...

Dylan beamed, realizing that she got them right where she wanted. Half a second later, her smile faded as she saw the twenty-one and twenty-two year olds glaring at her. Only now did she realize that she made a tiny error with her statements: Only 20% of the group were below the legal drinking age, with those at or above it making up 80% of the party.

"You some kinda cop?" One of the girls asked with a glare.

"Uh... No." Dylan replied, suddenly losing her confidence. Oh sure, she had to abilities to knock out all these girls with a punch if she wanted to. However, if someone were to come by and see a naked older woman knocking out several young women... Let's just say that she was in trouble with the police enough as it was.

"What's wrong, Grandma? Losing your edge?" The President asked mockingly.

"L-look." Dylan stammered with a sheepish laugh, not wanting a repeat of the biker fiasco at the gas station. "I was... I was only kidding. It was a joke! If you let me go, I'll turn a blind eye to all of this. Not a single soul will know! All I ask in return is that you be kind enough to give me something to wear."

One of the larger sorority girls looked about ready to punch Dylan, only to be stopped by The President, who had a wicked smile on her face.

"So, you want something to wear, huh?" The President asked. When Dylan nodded, the young woman said, "Then we'll be happy to oblige."

"Why do I sense a 'but'?" Dylan asked with a gulp.

"Because there is one." The President calmly explained, "See, this party is for the new meat that have successfully passed their initiations into our sisterhood. And if we give you something, it isn't fair to those who worked hard to become sisters before having to put something on themselves."

Dylan didn't like where this was going.

"So, in order for you to get something to wear," The President continued, "you need to do one of the initiation rituals our former pledges had to go through. Just one. And we'll give you something to wear. Deal?"

In normal circumstances, Dylan would have said something along the lines of, "No! Screw you, you stupid spoiled brat! I'm not doing anything you say!"

Of course, in normal circumstances, Dylan was fully dressed and not wet, naked, and covered in syrup with cake and frosting on her ass. Sighing, Dylan removed the hand from her breasts as she shook The President's hand. "Deal. What do you want me to do?"