Amy doesn't pay

You and Amy walk down to Fraternity Row and approach the party. It's a two-story house with Greek letters on the front, and you can't read Greek, but you're pretty sure the first letter is Alpha.

A heavyset senior stands by the front door wearing a sleeveless sweatshirt that bares the same letters as the house.

"Hey pal, five bucks."

You dig in your pocket and hand him a five dollar bill. Amy opens her purse, but the fat senior stops her.

"You don't have to pay to get in, baby. Just show me your titties," he sneers.

Amy blushes, and you feel yourself getting momentarily upset. "How dare he!" you think to yourself. "For all he knows, this is my girlfriend, he can't talk to her like that!" Just as you're about to tell him off, you remember that Amy isn't really a girl. You smile.

"Come on, babe," you say. "Show him your tits."

Amy looks up at your smile, and shrugs. "What the hell," she says, pulling her top down, exposing her rack to the senior.

"Wow!" he says, reaching out both hands. He stops about an inch from her breasts and looks at you.

"You mind, bro? She's got a real nice pair."

You nod, and the fat frat boy starts groping Amy's jugs. He mauls them roughly, punching her nipples and jiggling them up and down. With his attention fully on Amy's tits, you reach into the cup next to him and take back your five dollar bill.

After a minute, he whispers in Amy's ear, then gives both of you red plastic cups and lets you inside.

Amy tucks her tits back inside her dress, wraps herself around your waist, and the pair of you walk into the party.

"What'd he say to you?" you ask Amy.

"Oh, he said I should go fuck him upstairs when he's done with door-duty in an hour or two," she says cheerily. "I told him maybe. Now where's the keg?"