Piercing the Mainstream

Britney Hall was the hottest thing on campus. She was blonde, the head cheerleader, with a tight body, pert breasts, and a heart-shaped ass. She came up to the Beta Beta Chi table with her friends, Bethany and Lisa.

She tapped on the table for a minute. It was manned by Allie today. The brunette beauty looked nonchalantly at the in-crowd.

"So," Britney said. "I've heard like ... your group has figured things out."

"Oh?" Allie said, playing coy. "Figured out what exactly?"

"All the weirdos around here are suddenly content, talking about the big schlongs they are getting," Britney said, twirling her hair absently. "And they say it's due to your dumb club."

"Well," Allie said. "You know what they say. If you can't beat them, join them."

"Like ..." Britney said, pausing. "That's why I'm here. Duh."