The sophomores

As the juniors all ran out of the living room as they stripped off their clothes, Francis turned his attention to the sophomores. "OK, sophomores, on your feet!"
The sophomore girls jumped to attention.
"Your task is to accomplish the following: You have ninety minutes to complete it. You must leave here when I say go. Whoever comes back with the most interesting item sticking out of her asshole is the winner. Go!" The sophomores all ran for the front door and quickly left.
Francis looked at the nine freshmen. "Why are there only nine of you?" he asked.
"One quit," said a few girls.
"Why?"
"Turns out she lied about her family's fortune, and when the seniors found out about it, they made her life a living hell," said one.
"OK, you all hate the seniors, don't you?"
The girls suddenly realized they did hate the seniors and nodded in agreement.
"Good, so you'll all play as many mean practical jokes on them as possible. Use laxatives, Nair, itching powder, poison ivy, whatever you can think of, but don't get caught! Now stand up!" He ordered.
The girls stood up.
"Strip down to your bras and panties quickly." He watched the girls strip. "OK, I want a blow job, so I need to determine who's going to give it to me! Each of you would do anything to suck me cock, right?"
The girls all smiled and nodded eagerly.
"OK, turn around. First contest is to see who can give herself the best wedgie. Get to it!"
Francis laughed as the girls grabbed their panties and started to yank them up as high as they could. Finally, two of the girls ripped their panties right off. "OK, stop!" said Francis. He choose a girl who had gotten the waistband of her thong up over her bra strap. Her name was Chloe. "Next contest. Who can give the sexiest dance. Go!" He watched each girl try to be sexier than the rest as they swayed, gyrated, and ran their hands all over their bodies while licking their lips. "Fine," said Francis. He determined the winner to be a cute redhead named Tiffany. "Last contest is the French kiss contest. You each will have fifteen seconds to give me the greatest French kiss of your life. The winner may just be the one to suck my cock.
After all nine had given Francis wonderful French kisses, he could not choose a winner. He just decided on Tiffany. He told the others to take off their bras and never wear bras on campus again. He told the eight losers to practice Frenching each other while fondling each other's breasts while he removed his jeans and boxers and sat on the couch. Tiffany knelt before him while her fellow pledges, all deeply disappointed, proceeded to French and fondle each other.