"Give her a bath!"

“Check this out, faithful viewers!”

The sorority girls circle around Ki like vultures, chasing her down the street as she hauls her Rock of Shame the full length of Vanderkocken Road. The key had not, in fact, been in the sorority house. At least two video cameras are aimed at Ki, documenting every second for the Epsilon Nu Phi official social media accounts as the blushing punk girl struggles through every second of her agonisingly slow naked parade of shame.

“Ooh, look at those big titties! Everything’s on display, boys and girls!”

The camera zooms in on Ki’s angry red face, pans down over her curves and comes to rest on the neat black landing strip and the naked lips of her pussy between her strong thighs. “Pussy power! Yeah, you show that off, girl! You’re totally going to go viral! Let everyone see!”

“Fuck off!”

Ki drags one foot slowly forward, and feels the chain catch her ankle in midair. The Rock of Shame has caught on something. Again. She tugs at it with all her strength, once, twice, but it refuses to give. Reluctantly, she turns back around to try to get it free.

A blast of something cold hits her in the left breast.

“Aaaiiiaagh!”

“She’s filthy! Look at her! Give her a bath!”

The ice-cold water plays over Ki’s naked body, washing off the whipped cream, egg yolks, feathers and silly string that’s been deposited there by giggling strangers over the last twenty minutes. She can’t get her hands up to defend herself. The blonde clutching the hose aims it at her tits, spraying first the left nipple then the right. She moves the jet up to blast the spluttering girl’s face, then back down to punish her pussy.

“Wow,” Meg says, standing with you among the crowd that’s gathered to bear witness to the whole amusing situation. “Sorority girls are really mean!”

“Give you any ideas?”

“Maybe one or two. I’m tired now, though. Let’s think about it tomorrow.”