An early evening bonfire at Alpha Tau Omega

You don’t feel like being responsible today. Twilight approaches, and you flick through Snapchat, thinking of what you should do, when you come across a string of videos that catch your attention. It’s the brothers from Alpha Tau Omega in a back alley, building a bonfire. There’s plenty of booze scattered around, loudspeakers set-up and a DJ operating out of a second floor balcony, and hot chicks showing up already.

This is the kind of thing that you need today.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you show up in the alley behind the Alpha Tau Omega house, the bonfire now a roaring thing with flames spitting all the way up to the DJ’s balcony, and the smell of weed drenches the air. Some hard-hitting hip hop blares out of the speakers, and you the crowd here’s already thicker than oatmeal.

“Beer’s are five dollars a pop,” one of the frat bros calls out to you, pointing to the cases stacked up behind him.

“That’s criminal,” you exclaim, just as some sexy Zeta girl in a crop-top comes sashaying by you.

The guy tosses her a can, and she gives him a wink and a peck on the cheek, before walking away with her free ****.

“This is bullshit,” you say, gesturing at her. “Five dollars for me, but free for her?”

“It’s just good business sense,” he shrugs, flicking through his phone. “The girls bring in the guys, and the guys pay good money. Or, you know, you could try your hand at a proper establishment with your fake and get it cut up.”

It’s about then that you see Savannah approaching out of the corner of your eye, a beer in her hand, her denim tube top and jean shorts making it clear what she’s out here for tonight. She sizes you and the ATO guy up, and then gives you a dazzling smile.

“Alex, don’t tell me you’re giving the hosts a hard time,” she says. “Why the sour face?”

“He’s charging me five bucks for a beer!” you cry out, trying your best to sound justifiably offended. “And then he just gave some Zeta girl a free one! Tell me that’s not some disgusting arbitrage.”

“Five dollars?” Savannah frowns, turning to look at the brother. “You really gave him the sucker’s price?”

The guy looks aside, ashamed, and mutters: “He’s a new face, I thought we’d give him the treatment…”

“Come on, Drew, he’s a friend of mine,” she says sweetly. “You can’t do him dirty like that. And besides, it sounds to me like he saw through you.”

“I knew he was up to something!” you exclaim.

“Sure, fine, have one on the house,” Drew sighs, tossing you a drink. He raises a finger. “But only because Savannah’s vouched for you.”

“Appreciate it,” you reply, cracking it open and taking a swig. You turn to Savannah and offer her a drink. “Now, what can I do to make up the favour?”

Savannah takes a sip of your beer and then grabs your hand.

“How about a dance?” she asks, looking over to the moshing throng of guys and girls circling the bonfire.

And so one moment, there you are, drinking your hard-earned beer, and then the next, you’re in the center of it all, the music blaring from all sides of the alleyway, Savannah by your side, her arms in the air, grinding her hips against you, the bonfire a living, burning, lively thing that everyone dances around like the totem of some ancient worship ritual. The pulse of the song is the beat of your waists as you dance to the infernal music, the glow of the flame casting your faces in a bronzed pallor, drawing lines of sweat across your faces.

You circle your hands around Savannah’s bare waist, pulling the Theta girl closer to you, and she takes the move in stride, her hips swaying up tight against your crotch. The sun is setting, casting the sky in a deep red the color of the fire. The song changes to something more upbeat, higher tempo, with a chorus that everyone sings along to, bellowing the lyrics with drunken abandon.

The hot Zeta girl you saw earlier is busy necking some dude by the fire, the two of them dancing all the while, and it’s about then that you notice that Savannah’s tube top has come undone. That can’t have happened by accident, can it?

“A present for you,” Savannah grins when she catches you staring at the sharp cleavage that’s quickly becoming just a full-on unobstructed view of her tits.

“Somebody might catch sight of your nipples,” you yell, not even sure if Savannah can hear you over the noise. “I’d better do something about that!”

That’s why your hands come and fondle her tits, grabbing them tight, ‘saving’ them from being exposed to the world. And you hear how thankful Savannah is from her moans of pleasure, just another voice to join the choir as you see topless babes dancing against shirtless guys, somebody getting sucked off by the edge of the firelight, a couple literally fucking at the back of the alley… you see somebody tossing their weed into the fire, releasing another wave of the pungent odour in the air. Now this is a frat party alright.

Savannah, still grinding her ass against you, has begun to put her hands onto your pants, fumbling with the button, wanting access to your cock.

“Give it to me,” you hear her crying out, and you’d love to, you’d really love to, except you hear screaming in the distance, improbably audible over the music and the party.

“Police!” somebody’s calling out, and soon the cry spreads, everybody screaming: “The police are coming!”

People scatter like the wind. The DJ begins hauling his set-up off the balcony. Frat brothers are sprinting, carrying cases of beer back to the safety of their house. Two guys come out of nowhere with fire extinguishers, putting out the bonfire with a massive hiss and rolling cloud of smoke that flies skywards. Girls and guys escape into the neighboring buildings, out onto other side-streets, and amidst the chaos, you’ve lost track of Savannah. You decide to rush after a crowd of upperclassmen who look like they know what they’re doing, following their tracks to safety just as a police car pulls into the alley, the officer looking pissed as fuck at the remnants of the bonfire smouldering in the center of the street.

Savannah +25