Yes

You knew you were catching up with Cindy because the sound of her cursing as she banged against items in the tunnel grew louder. However, it wasn’t until you heard an exceptionally loud clang that you felt hope rise.

“SHIT!” Cindy called out as you figured that she fell over something in the dark. Spurred on by Cindy’s misfortune, you picked up the pace. Moments later, you cried out as you tripped over something in the dark. Your cried was echoed by another from Cindy when you landed on top of her.

“Crap!” she shouted as she realized what had happened. She twisted and wiggled as she tried get out from underneath you. A lucky elbow caught you in the gut. You groaned and doubled over. It gave Cindy just enough space to crawl out from under you. Her freedom was short lived. Your right hand had her by the hair. She grabbed at your wrist, but your fingers were too entwined in her long blonde tresses for her to free herself from your grip.

Both of you blinked as light streamed in when Bill opened a door that led out of the steam tunnels. You smiled. Releasing your grip on Cindy’s hair, you stood up. Cindy’s face fell as she realized she had lost. With Bill on one side and Steve on the other, it was unlikely she could push past either before you could grab her again. And even if she did, you had two witnesses who would verify that you had indeed caught her. You held out your hand.

With a sigh, Cindy reached for the bottom of her sweater. Cindy made a big show of taking off her bra and handing it to you. Even though it meant that anyone in the room on the other side of the door could see it, most of the action was directed at Bill. Still, the smile on Steve’s face indicated that he had gotten a good view of the cheerleader’s bare boobs. She finished her show by flipping up her skirt first front then back so that Bill could see her twat while Steve saw her ass.

Leading the others out of the steam tunnels, you pulled out your cell phone. You didn’t have Anne’s number, but you were sure that Larry had it. After a quick call, you led the way back to room FM 102. It didn’t take a lot of persuasion to let Cindy make a call as well.

Although you got there first, it wasn’t long before the others arrived. First to arrive was Marcus Freeman. Marcus was a large black man dressed in a cheerleader uniform. He brought a box full of bottles and a couple flasks. He handed flasks to both you and Cindy. A drink confirmed that it held the same mixture you had drank earlier. You handed it to Steve while Cindy gave hers to Bill. Marcus pulled a couple bottles out of the box and started pouring liquid from them into plastic cups. Even as he handed you a cup full of the brew, Larry entered with his arm held protectively around Anne’s shoulders.

“I believe both of you owe me something.” you started. You held up Cindy’s bra for them to see. Larry hesitated, but started to step out of his shoes as he reached for his belt. Anne grabbed his wrist.

“Not so fast,” she said skeptically, “How do we know…”

“Cindy!” you commanded. Fortified by her drink, Cindy didn’t hesitate. She put down her cup and pulled up the hem of her sweater. Although she stopped at the bottom of her chin, it was high enough to show her twin mounds. Anne’s eyes narrowed, but the eyes and smiles on the guys grew wide. You couldn’t help noticing that the small red nipple on each breast was standing straight out, much like the nipples on your own tits. You were tempted to have her lift her skirt as well to see if she was a wet as you felt. However, there would be enough time for that later. Instead you merely cleared your throat expectantly. Cindy let her top drop.

Larry sighed. He stepped out of shoes. His hands worked his belt and zipper. Your eyes remained on the bulge in his shorts as he let his pants fall to the floor. You smiled as his shorts were pulled tight across his crotch while he lifted first one leg and then the other out of his pants. He looked around nervously at the guys but reached into the waistband of his shorts and slid them down his legs. Cindy licked her lips in anticipation as Larry’s cock became visible. Anne’s eyes grew wide at the sight.

“Leave them.” you told Larry when he reached for his pants after handing you his underwear. Larry pursed his lips but settled for covering his now exposed cock with the bottom of his t-shirt. It wasn’t enough to hide is balls from sight and his semi-erect cock was pressed against the t-shirt leaving little about his size to the imagination.

“Anne,” you said as you turned your attention to the smaller woman, “We’re waiting.” The brunette blushed as she realized that all eyes were now one her. She reached up under her t-shirt. However, her attempt to remove her bra without showing her tits was foiled by Larry as he lifted her t-shirt up over her head. Anne let him take it off since the only alternative would have been to tear it to shreds as her arms weren’t long enough to reach around it.

Anne kept her left hand over her bra as she slid the strap off her right shoulder and her right hand over the garment as she slid the strap off her left shoulder. She struggled to keep both hands over her chest and undo the fasteners in the back at the same time. She glared at Bill as he reached over and released the bra’s hooks with practiced ease. With a firmly set jaw, she let the bra fall into her hand and with both arms pressed tightly against her chest, held out the white cotton undergarment. You pressed a glass into her hand as you took the item she held. You got a quick glimpse of a pale nipple as she lifted the cup to her mouth and downed its contents in a large gulp.

You shrugged when Anne asked if she could put her t-shirt back on. It didn’t matter. You could always have her take it off again. Anne immediately set down the cup she held. At a nod from you, Marcus handed her another before she could step back. She looked around nervously. She couldn’t hold the glass, work the t-shirt and cover herself all at the same time. She fidgeted for a moment before reaching for the t-shirt Larry held. While she could hold the tee close to her chest while she put first one arm then the other into the sleeves, she had such means to cover herself as she brought it over her head. It didn’t last long, but she had to show her assets to all. Barely visible as slight bumps against a small chest, her tits none-the-less drew the eye of every guy. Although still pale, her nipples seemed a bit flushed. And while they were hard like yours or Cindy’s, they looked a little more erect than when she handed you her bra.

“Now then,” you started when Anne had finished, “According to the bet, the losers have to do whatever the winner tells them to do for the rest of the week. That means that you three have to do whatever I say. In order to avoid interfering with finals, all actions will be done at night as a group. Since between the three of you, you have five finals, I will exchange them for the nights of registration week and the weekend between registration and the start of classes. We start tonight. So…