Two girls

You turn to see two young women, both with light brown hair falling past their shoulders. Vanessa hugs them both, exchanging chattered greetings while you take the opportunity to check them out. They look alike enough to be sisters, although one of them is plumper than the other and much bustier. They're both poured into tight skirts and narrow strapped tops, black for the slender one, and some kind of animal print for the other. They wear virtually identical jeweled sandals on their tanned feet.

"John this is Debbie and Denise, the Greyson twins," Vanessa says. "They've been so nice to me, helped through the first weeks of school, and getting used to the sorority."

"I'm Denise," the plumper girl says, giving you a hug and pressing her formidable tits against you. "We're twins."

"Fraternal twins," adds Debbie, hugging you in turn. Her body is much more toned than her sisters, sinuous and athletic.

"And how do you know Vanessa, John?" Denise asks.

"I caught her burgling a building and captured her. She's been with me ever since." Vanessa blushes bright red, but the two sisters laugh and seem oblivious to her embarrassment.

"Did you have to restrain her?" Debbie giggles.

"Of course. Handcuffs and ropes."

"Mmm, did you bring them with you John?" Denise simpers coyly, holding her hands towards you, wrist together. "That sounds like so much fun."

"Sorry ladies, I'm afraid I left them at home." Denise pushes her lip out in a mock pout and bats her eyes at you before dropping her hands.

"Pity," Debbie says with a thoughtful look at you. "Vanessa, you know pledges have to share tonight. Denise and I want to dance with John. Okay?" There's a raised inflection ending her words but her tone makes it clear it's not a question. Vanessa looks at the three of you with worried eyes, then nods, biting her lip.