The room fills up

Brianna scoots closer to you, still grinning. You wriggle down under the covers, wanting to hide from her gaze as she shamelessly ogles you. You can tell just from the glint in her eyes that she's thinking about what you look like under the covers.

You're about to tell her to get out when the door creaks open again, and two more women walk in. A tall athletic woman, with coffee-coloured skin and dark curly hair, and a slender girl with sharp features and a neat black ponytail. You recognise them right away as Nat and Tina, from the school's volleyball team. And they're smiling down at you.

You try to yank the covers up to your chin, but Brianna is sitting on them, preventing you from moving them. "And I brought friends," she announces, with a giggle. "How's it hanging, girls?"

"Looks like a beautiful day," says Tina, smirking at you. "Hi, John. Wasn't yesterday fun?"

"Uh," you stammer, still fruitlessly pulling at the covers. "Can you guys get out of my room, please? I need to, uh..."

"Get dressed? Poor, silly little John. Don't you know you're not allowed to?"

"But..."

"Gosh," says Nat, looking thoughtful. "It must be awful, not being allowed to get dressed. John is pretty much the only boy on campus! It's just him and thousands of cute girls like us, and he's not allowed to wear any clothes."

"Right," says Tina. "And he's not even allowed to lock the door of his room! Wouldn't it be terrible to have no privacy at all!"

The door swings open again. And three more girls walk in. You recognise Susie, the petite Asian girl from your statistics class, as well as a redhead from the volleyball team who's name you don't know. The third, an Indian woman with thick-framed glasses and a studious expression, is a stranger to you. You catch your breath as you realise she's holding a camera.

But that's not the worst part. The worst part is that you can hear the sound of more girls outside.

"If I was him," says Nat, thoughtfully, "I wouldn't want to leave my bedroom at all. I'd skip class and stay in my room all day so nobody could see me."

"But that's irresponsible," points out Tina. "Going to class is important."

"Well, I guess it's our duty to make sure he shows up." The door is now propped open, and more and more girls are filing into your bedroom, eager smiles on their faces, cameras and cell phones in their hands. Brianna gives the blanket a little tug, pulling it down past your nipples so the girls can get a glimpse of your bare chest.

There must be twelve or thirteen beautiful young women in your room by now, all of them looking down at you with a mix of lust, amusement and curiosity. You're still stark naked under the blanket, and now incredibly conscious of it. Brianna gives it another little tug.

"So what's it going to be?" she whispers in your ear. "Are you going to get out of bed all by yourself? Or are we going to have to make you?"