Togas

(chapter originally by ObedientLorelei at writing.com)

Two other sisters lifted a sheet off a trestle table to reveal a pile of shapeless cloths.

"These are your togas," continued the spokeswoman, "and as soon as every single one of you is totally stark naked, you can come up and collect them!"

A gasp of disbelief passed round the pledges, fading into some nervous giggles. The front garden of the sorority house was not very private and the girls would all be in full view of the street.

"I'd get a move on if I were you," the blonde advised. "The longer you take, the bigger the audience you'll attract."

The girls instinctively turned around to see that a small crowd had already gathered at the front fence and more students, mainly boys, were approaching from both directions, obviously aware that something interesting was happening.

Some of the pledges hurriedly began to strip, whilst others just stood around indecisively. A curvy brunette with a rose tattoo on her shoulder was the first to bare all and tried to claim her toga, but the sisters blocked her path.

"Not so fast," said the first, a tall, olive skinned beauty with a ponytail of dark hair down to her waist. "Everyone has to be naked before any of you can collect your togas."

"And you all need to put your clothes into that hamper," added the second, indicating a large wicker box to the pledges' right. "To keep with the Roman theme, anyone wearing sandals can keep them, but any other footwear goes in the box. It'll all be returned at the end of the week."

Mackenzie groaned inwardly at this as she has worn comfortable canvas deck shoes to the meeting.

Those girls who had already begun to strip started to encourage the others to join them, as they didn't want to spend any longer naked than absolutely necessary. Within five minutes, twelve of the pledges were in the buff, including Mackenzie, and just three nervous hold-outs steadfastly refused to bare all. As the commotion from the street increased and the growing mass of spectators struggled to get the best footage on their 'phones, Mackenzie decided that something had to be done.

"Strip them!" shouted the shapely nude redhead, leaping upon the smallest of the remaining clothed girls and trying to pull off her tank top. As if a dam had broken, the others followed suit, grabbing and quickly overpowering all three. Mere moments later, all the pledges were naked and their clothing safely stored in the sisters' hamper.

The blonde sister nonchalantly sauntered over to the box, closed the lid and slipped a padlock through the clasp, while the decidedly less-nonchalant pledges huddled together, trying to hide their charms from the eyes and cameras of the boys on the street.

She waited for a full ten seconds, although to the naked girls standing in front of her it seemed more like ten minutes, then said "Alright, go and get your togas!"

Mackenzie and the others sprinted to the table as if a starting pistol had fired and grabbed the only garments they would be permitted to wear for the next week. Mackenzie was surprised by how light her toga was, but was immediately distracted by being shoved out of the way by the girls coming after her.

Stumbling to one side of the well-manicured lawn, the redhead shook out her toga and saw at once why it had seemed so insubstantial.