Yes.

Rita knew she didn't have much choice in the matter. She had to do something. And if Megan was there, it was possible that she could borrow some clothes. She glanced at the clock. It was eleven fifteen in the morning. She knew that a lot of students had classes now, so if she was going, now was the time. She took a deep breath and threw open the door. She looked both ways before stepping out into the thankfully empty hall.

She briefly considered going back for some shoes, but all the kidnappers had left her were several pairs of ridiculous heels. She'd be faster going bare foot. She hurried on, taking the stairs, and got to the fourth floor undetected. She opened the door to the stairwell slowly and peeked out. The hall was empty. She hurried on, not used to the feeling of her braless breasts bouncing. The sound of the elevator doors opening froze her in her tracks for a moment. The sound of two gossiping girls got her moving again. They were still around the corner and hadn't seen her yet. they She made it to Megan's room and tried the knob only to discover that the door was slightly ajar. She hesitated, considering that she might be stepping into a trap. But her need to avoid humiliation won out. She entered the room.

She closed the door quietly and stood against it, listening as the girl's voices got louder and then quieter. Her pride was safe, for now. But the trip had been a bust. The room was completely empty. Or more precisely had been emptied as part of Megan's abduction. Even the bed and desk had been removed, and they belonged to the college. Rita flicked on the bathroom light and peered in. A single sticky note was stuck to the mirror. Rita peeled it off and read:

Hey R,

Hope you enjoy the threads, and life on the clock.

P.S. Left you a care package while you were gone.

The note was obviously for her. The threads meant the clothes, but what could "life on the clock" mean? And the care package worried her. It was time to return to her room. Rita crept back into the hall and almost made it to the stairwell when she heard a door open. A quick glance over her shoulder turned out to be enough for the girl who had just entered the hall to recognize her.

"Rita!? Like, oh my gawd, what are you wearing?"

"Hello..." Rita responded lamely, hurrying on. She was acutely aware of the dresses tightness on her swaying ass as she hurried away. She couldn't keep a blush from coloring her cheeks. As an RA, most of the girls in the dorm knew her, but she didn't know all their names. She knew that news of her slutty outfit would reach everyone's ears before long. She made it back to her room without further incident.