Noel and Aria, Tour Guides

Noel adjusted his Shoubu-branded polo for the fourth time, eyeing the map on the wall behind the dorm lobby check-in. “This whole place is a maze,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “Who builds a library next to a pool and calls it central?”

“I heard that,” came a voice from behind him—breezy, female, and absolutely laced with smugness.

Aria strolled up, clipboard under one arm, water bottle tucked into her hip. She wore the same shirt, the same logo, but made it look good: her sleeves rolled tight, her ponytail bouncing with every step, the bottom of her khaki shorts fluttering over toned thighs.

“You’re lucky your groups are just girls,” she said, flashing him a grin. “They’ll go easy on you. If you were guiding the boys like me, they’d eat you alive.”

Noel gave her a look. “Please. Half those guys are just going to stare at your tits and forget to ask questions.”

Aria’s eyebrows lifted. “So they’ll be just like you, then?”

“Excuse you.” He scoffed. “I know this campus inside out. I’ve lived here two years longer than you.”

Aria turned to face him fully now, clipboard against her chest like a challenge flag. “Then you won’t mind if we make it interesting.”

Noel narrowed his eyes. “What kind of interesting?”

Across the room, the RA on duty—Caleb, perpetually half-stoned and very amused—looked up from his GT and grinned. “You two gonna kiss or compete? ‘Cause if it’s the second one, I can hook you up.”

Aria didn’t even blink. “We’ll take the third-years’ challenge mode. Tour groups split by gender, one guide each. Every wrong answer earns a forfeit.”

Noel looked skeptical. “Like... answer what?”

“Anything the prospective students ask us,” she said. “That we should know. If you stall, guess wrong, or just don’t know—boom. Forfeit. Picked by the group. GT enforced, and will curb them to some extent, but if your group sucks more, well, sucks for you.”

Caleb tapped away on his device with a wicked grin. “Just sent the updated rules to both your GTs. All approved by Student Affairs. You’re officially running the Shoubu Tour Dare Challenge.”

Noel’s screen lit up.

New GAME Conditions Accepted

• Each incorrect response = 1 group-selected forfeit
• Refusing = automatic fail
• Most wrong answers = trigger final forfeit
• Final forfeit determined by winner
• All forfeits enforced by GT system
• No clothing resets allowed
• Cameras NOT permitted - but can be a forfeit

“Group-selected forfeits,” Noel repeated, half-skeptical. “And we’re just at their mercy?”

“Not entirely,” Aria replied, her tone dripping with feigned innocence. “The GT adjusts. But the students? They’ve got vivid imaginations.”

Caleb finally tore his eyes away from his GT, a slow, devious grin curling across his lips. “Oh, you two sweet summer children,” he drawled. “Last year? A tour group handcuffed their guide to a bench in the middle of Sorority Row. Naked. And it was during the rush sign-ups, so you can imagine how that went down.” He tapped lazily at his screen, chuckling under his breath. “Then there was this one girl—poor thing lost the dessert round. Let’s just say she’s still a legend in the dining hall for the way she served ice cream. And no, it wasn’t from a cone.”

“You’re lying,” Noel said, but his voice wavered.

Aria glanced at hers, then looked up with a smile that could peel paint. “Afraid yet?”

Noel snorted. “Please. You’ll be crying into your bra by the halfway point.”

“Oh sweetie,” Aria cooed, stepping closer, “I can't wait for those girls to have their way with you. I'm already thinking up a final forfeit”

Behind them, the doors opened—and two tour groups began to file in, boys on one side, girls on the other, all chatting, snapping pics, laughing.

Aria looked over her shoulder, winked at Noel, and strode off toward the boys’ group.

Noel watched her ass for a second before adjusting his polo one last time.

Let the stripping begin.