Trish makes her move

"Well, aren't we just the little slut?" calls a voice from above and behind you.

Phoebe nearly jumps out of her skin. "Who's there?" she calls, crossing her arms over her chest to cover her breasts.

You look back, and see Trish drop down through the trapdoor. "Well, well, well," she says with a smirk. "If it isn't Miss Stoller's self-proclaimed Golden Girl. Oh, I'm sure she'd love to hear what you're doing out here in the middle of the night half-naked."

Phoebe sneers at her. "Go ahead, tell her anything you want. You know who she'll believe."

Suddenly Trish lunges forward and grabs Phoebe's discarded shirt. "She'll believe me if you get caught sneaking back to the dorm without this!"

"Give it here!" Phoebe shouts, and leaps at Trish. She gets one hand on the shirt and one in Trish's hair, and the two girls go down to the floor. Trish screeches as Phoebe tugs hard on her hair, and retaliates by grabbing and pinching the first thing she can, which happens to be Phoebe's nipple.

"Eeeeeeek!" Phoebe screams. "You bitch, that hurts!" Phoebe lets go of Trish's hair and her own shirt and takes her opponent's blouse in both hands, ripping hard at it. Buttons pop off as Trish's shirt tears down the middle.

Trish pushes away for a moment, and Phoebe makes another grab for her shirt. Her fingers wrap around Trish's bra instead, pulling it apart. Trish responds by leaping onto Phoebe and pinning her to the couch, and the two girls roll over each other, each trying to get the upper hand.