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TRIPPIN' WITH TIFFANY
CHAPTER ONE

THE 0NE WITH THE BIG GULP

"Every time I see your face/
I think of things unpure, unchaste/
I want to fuck you like a dog ..."

The music blasted in Tiffany Daniels' red Miata convertible as she
rolled down the Interstate, cruising about 15 miles per hour above the
speed limit.. Her long blonde hair streamed behind her in the wind.

Jeez, thought Tiffany, leave it to Steph to find the nastiest, most
degrading music and put it all on one mix. Stephanie was Tiffany's
younger sister, a 14-year-old slut of the first magnitude, and when
Tiffany had left home an hour ago for the drive to the University of
Texas in Austin, Steph had handed her the cassette tape for the car
stereo.

"The Stephanie Mix," as the cassette was labelled, contained
"Criminal" by Fiona Apple ("I've been a bad, bad girl"), "When the Whip
Comes Down" and "Under My Thumb" by the Rolling Stones, "Smack My Bitch
Up" by Prodigy, a couple of the nastier rap songs by 2 Live Crew and
Insane Clown Posse, "In My Room" by the Bangles ("I'll do anything you
want me to"), "Cruel to Be Kind" by Letters to Cleo (their cover of
Nick Lowe's classic), and the song that was cranked up now, Liz Phair's
dirtiest song ever, "Flower."


"You act like you're 14 years old/
Everything you say is so obnoxious, funny, true and mean/
I want to be your blowjob queen/
You're probably shy and introspective/
That's not part of my objective/
I just want your fresh, young jimmy ..."

"Fuck. That's enough," said Tiffany aloud, and she switched off Liz,
ejected the cassette and popped it into her purse on the seat next to
her. The tape was a compendium of twisted sexuality and perversion,
with plenty of dominance and submission, although most of the songs
were played on the radio. This is supposed to be a sex-free weekend,
Tiffany reminded herself, and she was uncomfortably aware that
listening to Liz was making her 17-year-old pussy tingle a little bit.

When the invitation from Pi Kappa Upsilon (PKU), the most prestigious
sorority at the University of Texas, had arrived a week ago, Tiffany
had squealed with delight. PKU was the creme de la creme of sororities,
one that didn't even consider girls for admission unless they had been
homecoming queens, cheerleaders or the like. For every 100 girls that
applied for rush in the fall, PKU allowed in 20, and their pledge
hazing was so rough that about 10 of those usually were forced to quit.

And now PKU had invited her and a few other select high school
seniors to come over to the sorority house for a weekend to see if they
were right for Pi Kappa Upsilon. There would be no hazing, the letter
said, just a friendly, low-key get-together. If the coeds of PKU liked
her, she would have an automatic spot in the pledge class the following
year when she enrolled at the University of Texas. (Although beautiful,
rich and popular, Tiffany didn't have good enough grades to go to a
private college.)

The school year had started at Daniels High School in Beverly, Texas
(named after Tiffany and Stephanie's grandfather, Godfrey Daniels), and
Stacy was reveling in her senior year. She was captain of the
cheerleader squad, rich, envied, a bit of a snobby bitch, and
impossibly good- looking. Five foot seven, 115 pounds, a curvy, nubile
body with large, ripe, firm tits and luscious long legs, blonde hair
and blue eyes. Everyone compared her to the tennis star Anna Kournikova
- maybe it was that I-dare-you-to-fuck-me-but you-can't expression she
always wore. It was a comparison Tiffany was tired of, but which
secretly thrilled her. When boys told her that, she knew they just
wanted to get her naked, to fuck her, all slick and juicy and ...

Stop, goddamn it, Tiffany ordered herself. Enough with the sex! If
you're ever going to get your life back on track, you're going to have
to put the past behind you and re-establish yourself as the top dog at
Daniels, the Alpha Female, the Babe Who Takes No Prisoners.

Tiffany's immediate past was the problem. In her junior year, she
had been caught cheating on a test and had been blackmailed by two
teachers and the high school principal, Mr. White, who even brought the
school janitor in on the games. She had been abused, degraded and
humiliated, her pussy filled with nasty ants, her clothes torn, forced
to appear topless at a shopping mall and finally forced to give
blowjobs to an entire visiting basketball team at the homecoming game.
Then, just as she thought she was free of their game called "Toying
With Tiffany," her nasty little sister set her up, betrayed her, with
her 13-year-old cousin Matt and his friends, and she had spent the
weekend being ****d and hurt by a bunch of snotty young punks.

But all that was over now. She had turned 17 in mid-summer, and when
she had returned to school two weeks ago, no one had mentioned the
events of last year. Thank God for short attention spans, Tiffany
thought!

But oh, that 17th birthday. It had been possibly thr worst day of her
life, and she had known some pretty lousy days in the preceding months.
She couldn't help recalling that hellish day.

It had been a Saturday, and Stephanie had awakened her about 10 a.m.
"Come on, s*s, I want to take you to the mall and get you a birthday
present," Steph had said. Of course, when Stephanie said she wanted to
take Tiffany to the mall, what she really meant was Tiffany would drive
little Stephie. But that was OK, the beautiful teenager thought as she
rose, because Stephanie had not been nearly as rough on her as Tiffany
had thought she would be after the incident with her cousin and his
friends.

Tiffany got ready, pulling on jeans and a T-shirt, fixing her hair and
makeup, downing a couple of cups of coffee as she primped. "Come on,
come on, let's go," Stephanie begged. Tiffany told her she needed to
use the bathroom before they left, but Stephanie ratcheted up her
pleading to go now, immediately, and she told Tiffany that she could
use the restroom when they got to the mall. Tiffany decided she didn't
really need to go all that bad, and the two girls took off the the
shopping mall.

"Park over there next to Penny's," Stephanie said when they pulled into
the parking lot. Tiffany figured it had something to do with her
birthday, although she hoped Stephanie wasn't going to buy her
something from JC Pennys. She wouldn't be caught dead in such a
declasse store, let alone wearing something from the store.

Tiffany wheeled her Miata into a parking space and turned off the
ignition. She felt, rather than saw, a shadow behind her, blocking the
sun. When she turned and looked back, she saw a huge black Lincoln
Navigator SUV, and her stomach did a flip-flop. She knew that van. It
was Roger White's. Stephanie had set her up!

"You fucking bitch! You set me up! On my fucking birthday!" Tiffany
screamed at her younger sister, who just smiled a sweet, innocent
little smirk back at her. Tiffany heard a rapping at her window, and
saw Roger White standing there. With his van blocking her in, there was
no escape, so she rolled down the window.

"Happy birthday, Tiffany!" Mr. White exclaimed. "Stephie here tells me
you're 17 today. One of my favorite songs is that old Beatles song, you
know? And he began to sing in a leering tone of voice:

"Well she was just 17,
You know what I mean ...."

"Yup, I know what he means, Tiffany," White continued. "Stephie thought
up a little present she wanted to give you for your birthday, but she
needed my help to pull it off."

"Go away," Tiffany said coldly. "We had a deal. I gave you Stephie to
be your little sex slave, and you were gonna leave me alone. Remember?

"And I have," White replied. "But you and Stephie had a deal, that you
would be HER sex slave. So Stephie, why don't you start telling your
older sister what you want. Or else I can leave and start mailing out
copies of that great video we made of you, Tiff. First one to dad at
work, second one to mom at home, third one to grandma and grandpa..."

"OK! OK! OK!" Tiffany said. She felt sick. And it didn't help that she
needed to pee.

"Here, this will settle your stomach," White said, and he pulled a 7-11
Big Gulp from behind his back and gave it to Tiffany.

"No thanks," Tiffany said.

"Take it, s*s," ordered Stephanie. "Take it and drink it all down,
right here, right now. Or Grandpa will have a heart attack when he sees
you giving rimjobs on that video."

The sweet young cheerleader reluctantly took the drink and began
sipping it. White and Stephie watched, and she drank and drank. It
seemed like it would never end, but finally she finished all 40 ounces
of the massive cola.

"OK, let's go, s*s," said Stephanie, and the three of them - Tiffany
and Stephanie Daniels and Roger White - walked into the mall. The two
co- conspirators stopped in front of a store called Teazers that
specialized in upscale, trendy clothes for girls, the sort of place she
might shop, Tiffany thought, if she was a slut.

"Your birthday present is that you get to make your modeling debut,"
Stephie told her. "Have you ever seen those real mannequins in store
windows? They hire people to stand in the front window and stand
perfectly still without moving. It draws a crowd to the store. Well,
Mr. White talked to the manager of Teazers and told him he had a
beautiful model who would work for free on a Saturday afternoon. And
guess what - you're it!"

On the scale of torments that White and her sister could have come up
with in a mall, Tiffany thought this wasn't that bad. "Alright," she
told them, "I'll do it one two conditions. First, that's all I'm doing
today at the mall. Second, I really, really have to go to the bathroom
first. My bladder is about to burst!"

"Tiffy sweetheart," Steph told her sweetly, "you're not making the
conditions. We are. You can go to the bathroom after you're done
modeling. Now let's get you dressed!" she added cheerfully.

Stephanie got the clothes White had reserved, and the two sisters went
into the dressing room. "Strip!" Stephanie ordered, and soon Tiffany
stood meekly naked. The first thing Stephanie did was pull out a
lipstick and smear it onto Tiffany's luscious lips - a bright, whorish
scarlet. Then the younger girl dabbed the lipstick lightly onto
Tiffany's nipples, which were starting to stand up like little pencil
erasers in the cold dressing room.

"Stop that!" Tiffany hissed.

"If you don't shut up and follow orders exactly," Stephanie replied
calmly, I'm gonna have Mr. White go get you another Big Gulp." That was
all it took for Tiffany to submit.

Stephie then pulled two small dildoes out of her purse, along with a
jar of cold cream. She dipped one dildo in the cream, and pushed it up
into Tiffany's tender young pussy. It was short but wide, and Stephanie
kept pushing until the end of the vibrator wil flush with Tiffany's
pink labia. Then Stephie pushed a button on the end, and the pink
rubber invader began to vibrate inside her!

Tiffany bit her lip, knowing that she couldn't protest. Stephanie
repeated the process with a slightly smaller vibrator up inside
Tiffany's rectum, pushing it in so that no part protruded. Once both
vibrators were buzzing away merrily inside Tiffany, her sister have her
a pair of white cotton panties which she put on, followed by a very,
very short white miniskirt. The blouse Stephanie gave her was white,
but very sheer; as Tiffany held it to the light, she could see right
through it. She knew that once it was on, her breasts would be
completely visible to everyone, and the nipples, covered with bright
red lipstick, would be screaming for the crowd's attention. To finish
the ensemble, Stephanie gave her a pair of white stiletto heels that
must have been 5 inches high.

"Oh, God, Stephanie, please, I can't, I just can't," Tiffany began to
babble, but her sadistic little sister cut her short by pressing one
hand against Tiffany's bladder and smiling. The pressure on her bladder
suddenly made her need to urinate excruciating. The cheerleader got the
message.

Walking through Teazers was hell for Tiffany, dressed in such a slutty
outfit. Stephanie led her to the display window, and helped her climb
in, then climbed in after her. All that was in the window was a large
white box made of wood, a cube about two feet high. "Climb up,"
Stephanie ordered. Tiffany started to sit on the cube, but Stephanie
began to pose her just the ways she wanted.

When she was done being posed like a store mannequin, Tiffany looked
out through the window. She was squatting on top of the box, facing
outward. Her knees had been placed wide apart, so that her white
panties were on display. The squatting position in the high heels was
terribly uncomfortable. Her balance was precarious and she felt as if
she would tip over if she wasn't careful. Already her legs were
beginning to ache. And of course, her bladder was somewhat squished by
the awkward pose, which made her desire to piss even more urgent!

And all the while, the vibrators in her pussy and asshole were
buzzing, buzzing, buzzing. The cold cream had started to heat up after
all that contact with Tiffany's warm, moist, inner membranes, and the
double- stuffing was starting to actually feel pretty sexy, Tiffany
admitted to herself grudgingly.

"Now here's the deal, s*s," Stephanie said. "You have to hold this pose
for one hour. You are not allowed to move. If you move, other than to
blink, I will add five minutes to your time. If you stand up, or even
try to stand up, I'll add an hour to your time. See ya."

Before she left the window, Stephanie pressed Play on a small CD boom
box that White had put in the window, and adjusted the volume so that
it wouldn't be heard in the store or out in the mall. Tiffany heard a
song she had never heard before start to play.

"Relax don't do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come."

The beautiful schoolgirl's cheeks burned with fury at her sister and
humiliation at her predicament. Everyone walking by could see her firm,
ripe 36C breasts jutting forth in the sheer top, and the bright red
nipples that crowned them. Her legs were splayed wide, exposing her
panties.

The teenaged boys started gathering first. Tiffany looked out and saw
three or four standing at the window staring at her. Then one left and
came back quickly, accompanied by six or seven more. Soon there were
about 12 teenaged boys jostling for the best view at the window.
Tiffany could see them pointing at her nipples and snickering to one
another. Some would squat down lower to get an even better angle up her
skirt at her exposed crotch.

Her legs were killing her. The squatting position was terribly
uncomfortable, even for a young cheerleader with resilient, well-
trained muscles. Her thighs ached, her calves burned, and even her
Achilles tendons throbbed with pain. On top of that, there was the
never-ending pressure in her bladder. To stop herself from peeing,
Tiffany squeezed the muscles in her pussy, trying to keep her urethra
closed. But when she squeezed those muscles, they clamped down on the
little vibrator jammed up her twat, and that increased the tingling,
sexy sensation it gave her.

Soon some middle-aged men joined the boys out front. Some of the boys
were adjusting the crotches, moving their erections inside their baggy,
low-hanging jeans. They leered at her and made little kissing motions
with their mouths. One boy left, then came back a few minutes later
with one of those instant cameras they sell at d**g stores. He started
firing off flash pictures, leaning in close to frame Tiffany's white
panties in one shot, her grimly contorted face in the next. The crowd
laughed along with the young photographer.

Stephanie had pushed Replay on the boom box, and the song kept
repeating, over and over.
"Relax don't do it
When you want to come
When you want to come
Relax don't do it
When you want to to go to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come."

Tiffany realized that she did want to cum. The small vibrators up her
ass and cunt were driving her mad now with their incessant
stimulation, and the poor 16-year-old girl felt that an orgasm would be
wonderful. But of course, she couldn't allow herself to do it, because
if she came, even if she could keep from moving, it would probably
unleash a torrent of urine streaming out of her. As bad as this was,
the
humiliation would be far worse.

Lost in her reverie of misery, Tiffany inadvertently started to topple
to one side, and put out a hand to catch herself. Looking up, she saw
that Stephanie had pushed her way to the front of the throng outside
the display window and held up a sign that read "Five more minutes
added." Tiffany hated her sister at that moment, at the diabolical way
she had set up this most public humiliation.

"God, I need to pee," she thought. "God, I want to cum. God, I hate my
sister. Pee, cum, sister. Pee, cum, sister." She felt feverish, dizzy,
her legs were locked in pain and she might not even be able to stand up
when she was finally released.

Just then the song ("Relax," by Frankie Goes to Hollywood) stopped.
Thank you, Jesus, Tiffany thought. But Stephanie popped into the store
window and replaced it with another CD. "Half an hour down, 35 minutes
to go," she told Tiffany cheerfully. "Here's something different to
listen to."

The CD began, and Tiffany heard the sound of rushing water. It
sounded like a waterfall. But it didn't end. It went on and on, the
gushing, rushing sound of water. Tiffany realized it was one of those
relaxation CDs people buy to fall asleep by, nothing but recording of
nature sounds that are supposed to be soothing. But this was the
opposite of soothing. The sound of the flowing water, going on and on,
made her need to pee so badly that tears came to her eyes. She wanted
to clamp her knees together to keep herself from having an accident,
wetting herself in front of the crowd of ugly, leering males, but she
wasn't allowed to. Stephanie would just add more time if she did that,
and she'd never get to a bathroom.

Two black teenagers had joined the crowd and pushed to the front. They
eyeballed Tiffany openly, wide grins on their faces. Tiffany saw them
reach down to their crotches to touch themselves, but rather than doing
it subtly like some of the other boys did, the two brazenly rubbed
their hard-ons through their pants. Tiffany could see the enormous
bulges, and couldn't help but think of Old Joe Black, the school
janitor, with his massive cock that had made her cum over and over.

The minutes ticked by, slower and slower. Her back ached as well as her
legs, which were now sheer agony. She thought her bladder would
explode, literally, killing her and drenching the window display in her
hot piss. Oh God, she prayed silently, please let this end. I can't
stand it. The CD gurgled and burbled, tormenting her with the sound of
free- flowing water.

Finally, when the Anna Kournikova lookalike was ready to say Fuck it
and take her chances just bolting from the display window and running
through the mall, Stephanie popped in. "Time's up, s*s. Nice job. You
sure drew a crowd of appreciative shoppers. Would you like to stay
another hour?"

"No! God, no. Help me up, Stephanie. I don't know if I can stand." The
14-year-old slut helped her older sister up, and Tiffany's joints
screamed as they unbent from their tortured position. She climbed out
of the display window and without saying a word to Stephanie ran out of
Teazers, still wearing the store''s clothes, and sprinted through the
mall on her high heels, looking for a rest room. People stopped and
stared at the beautiful teenager, her large breasts bobbing like mad
inside the transparent top, as she ran.

A few minutes later, she had peed, removed the two vibrators, and
changed back into her jeans and T-shirt at Teazers. It felt so good to
have an empty bladder and be done with her public humiliation that she
didn't even blink when Roger White told her he was horny from watching
her and that he needed a blow job once they got to his van in the
parking lot. The tormented youngster took out her principal's cock and
engulfed it with her moist mouth, and sucked and jacked the older man
in the back seat of the Lincoln Navigator as if she were a porno star.
He shot reams of hot salty spunk into the back of her throat while
holding her head in his hands, and Tiffany Daniels dutifully swallowed
it all down, while her little sister watched.

The entire memory of that day had taken just a few moments to flash
through Tiffany's mind as she drove. As awful as it had been, it was
over, and behind her. She was getting away from Beverly, where there
were too many people who lived to torment and abuse her, and headed for
Pi Kappa Upsilon, where she could spend a weekend where no one knew her
sordid past.



Tiffany turned off the Interstate and followed the map they had sent
her through Austin and onto the campus, and soon found herself outside
the Pi Kappa Upsilon house, an incredible mansion with large white
pillars on the front. Classes had only started the week before, but the
house was full of girls on a Friday afternoon at 5 o'clock, a
collection of the most ravishing, heart-breaking (and in some cases,
ball-breaking) college coeds ever assembled under one roof. Tiffany
stood in the foyer as the older girls streamed past, ignoring her.

"Hello?" she said, nervously. "Hi, I'm Tiffany..."


CHAPTER TWO

THE 0NE WITH THE TRUTH OR DARE


A brunette in a tight tank top and soccer shorts strolled past, inches
away from Tiffany, and didn't even turn to look at her. The schoolgirl
couldn't know it, but this was the way the girls of Pi Kappa Upsilon
treated virtually everyone they didn't know - as if they didn't exist.
It was completely possible that Ben Affleck and Leo DiCaprio could have
walked in naked and the girls of PKU would barely have sniffed.

Finally an older coed came down the staircase and greeted her. "Hi, I'm
Amy, I'm in charge of the seniors weekend. You must be one of our
visiting high school seniors." Amy was short, a red-head, with a
perfect body and the kind of tan you only got spending several hundred
dollars in a salon. Tiffany knew she was in the right place: Snob
Heaven.

"Hi, I'm Tiffany Daniels from Beverly," she said, relieved to finally
have her presence acknowledged. "What a beautiful house you have."

"Thanks. We like it. Welcome to PKU. Grab your bag and follow me." She
walked back up the winding staircase, and Tiffany grabbed her Gucci
overnighter and purse and followed dutifully. At the top, Amy opened a
door and ushered Tiffany into a room where two other girls were sitting
on a twin bed.

"This is Andy and this is Porsche," she said. "They're also visiting
seniors like you. It's just you three here with us this weekend."

"Portia like the Shakespeare character?" Tiffany asked, glad that she
had paid attention in English Lit.

"No, Porsche like the car. My daddy named me," said the teenager, who
was every bit as beautiful as Tiffany.

Amy left the three high school seniors alone, and they got down to
nervous chatter. They quickly found out that all three were the
uncrowned princesses of their respective high schools, but they all
admitted, gratefully to one another, that being here at the most
coveted sorority in all of Texas made them really, really nervous.

They decided that dressing up couldn't hurt their image, and soon all
three were pulling nice dresses out of their luggage. Andy wore a short
sundress with a floral print, Porsche a crisp white blouse and black
miniskirt, and Tiffany a black knee-length dress with a slit all the
way up one side exposing her right thigh, as was the fashion of the
moment. The dress fit her curvy, rounded figure very tightly,
provocatively even, clinging to the mounds of her breasts and the
swell of her teenaged hips, but since this was a weekend for girls
only, she wasn't worried about turning on any guys and having them come
on to her.

Soon they were called for dinner, and after dinner was finished, Amy
stood up at the long table in the dining room. "I'd like to welcome our
three visitors to Pi Kappa Upsilon tonight," she began. "This is Andy,
and this is Tiffany, and this is Porsche. Everyone please make these
girls at home, and be as nice as you know how to be. Keep in mind these
girls are all still in high school, and for all we know may still be
virgins!"

At this last comment, the 30 girls in the dining room burst into
laughter. Tiffany blushed, as did Andy and Porsche, and all three
started to look around the room but then just looked down. They weren't
used to having people mock them, and didn't like it one bit, but these
coeds were so much older and more experienced.

"In keeping with tradition, let's break out some wine and all go into
the game room for a nice round of Truth or Dare," said Amy above the
clamor, and the sorority sisters all strenuously agreed. Tiffany
thought that a little wine would be nice to calm her down, but she
really wasn't wild about playing Truth or Dare with a bunch of college
girls. That game could dangerous enough among schoolgirls, but she had
a feeling this bunch might play for slightly higher stakes.

The sorority girls left the dinner for the staff to clean up and
gathered in the game room, a huge, high-ceilinged room full of couches,
love seats and chairs. A pool table was behind one couch, and along one
wall was a line of video games and pinball machines. The girls all sat
on couches, and beckoned Tiffany, Andy and Porsche to sit down on three
folding chairs, the least comfortable chairs in the room. It occurred
to Tiffany that even though the coeds were being nice on the surface,
they never missed a chance to put the high school girls in their place.

"Before we begin, let me explain to our three newcomers here about the
rules of Truth or Dare, even if they've played before. We play for
real, not for funsies. If you say you'll take a dare, you will take
that dare no matter what. I don't care if the Dare is to stand in a
bucket of water and stick your finger in a light socket, you'll do it.
Same with the Truth. If you say you'll tell the truth, you'll tell the
truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

"Now what happens if you don't? It's simple. If you refuse a dare, or
if you are caught lying, you will be asked to leave immediately. You
will be blackballed from Pi Kappa Upsilon forever. Not only will we
blackball you from this house, but we will let the word get around to
our sister houses here on campus that you are either a coward or a
liar, that basically you don't have the right stuff to be a sorority
sister. Maybe one of the Loser Houses will take you in, the ones that
have a 10 p.m. curfew and all the girls have 3.5 averages. These are
the ones that the guys on campus refer to as "Kennels," because the
girls are all dogs.

"So!" Amy took a breath after her speech. "Are you girls ready to
play?" And she fixed a piercing stare on Tiffany, Andy and Porsche, as
did the other girls of PKU.

Tiffany wasn't sure what her two new friends were feeling, but she was
terrified. They'd said there wouldn't be any hazing on this weekend,
and while this didn't really qualify as hazing, it sure wasn't relaxing
and friendly, either. There was an ugly, taunting tone to the evening,
and Tiffany didn't like it, but what could she do? What choice did she
have? If she said she didn't want to play, she knew she would instantly
be branded as a weenie, a fraidy-cat, and probably blackballed. She
took a sip of white wine from the glass in front of her, then another
bigger sip, and then drained the large glass, for courage. She would
play, and let them throw at her what they would!

"I'll go first," said one of the sisters. She rose from the couch,
and Tiffany saw she was an Amazon, a six-foot-tall blonde who obviously
worked out. She was poured into a tight red minidress, and her bare
legs seemed to go on forever.

"Porsche," said the Amazon, "the girl who's named for a car." The PKU
sisters all snickered. "Truth or dare."

"Uh, truth," stammered Porsche nervously. Tiffany was at least glad to
see she wasn't the only one who was anxious.

"OK," said the tall coed. "Little Missie Porsche, please tell is about
the first blow job you ever gave to a boy. In detail. Including whether
you swallowed."

"Oh, God," whispered Porsche. She had turned beet red, blushing from
shame. Tiffany was so glad it wasn't her.

"Uh, OK, uh, uh, the first blow job I ever gave ..."

"Why don't you stand up at attention while you tell us all?" suggested
the Amazon with a cruel smile, reveling in the high school girls'
discomfort. Porsche stood.

"The first blow job I ever gave was to this guy I liked when I was a
freshman. His name was Tommy, and we weren't really dating or anything,
but he was over at my house studying one night, and my parents weren't
home, and he started giving me a back rub, and then we started making
out. And before I knew it he had his fly unzipped and he pulled out
his, uh, his thing, and started begging me to kiss it. And I, like,
kind of liked him, and so I did, and then he told me to put my mouth
around it, and I did it, and he started moaning and going Oh yeah,
baby, suck that cock, suck it baby, and so I did, and pretty soon he
started shooting his, uh, stuff, you know, into my mouth, and it was
really gross, so I tried to get my head back but he was holding me in
place. So when he was done, like cumming, you know, he let my head go
and I spit all his stuff out. And he thanked me and said that was
really great, and so every night he wanted to come over and study, but
what he really wanted was to come over and get, you know, a blow job,
and I gave him a few but I decided I was better than that and stopped,
and we kind of broke up."

Porsche was huffing and puffing when she finished and Tiffany
thought she was going to cry. The girls of PKU broke into applause,
though, loud and sustained, and Porsche's sad face instantly broke into
a big grin. She had pleased them! She had done well!

The game continued. One of the coeds said she would do a dare, and
she was dared to take her underpants off, stuff them into her mouth,
and sit like that for the rest of the evening. She obeyed, to general
laughter. Another girl said she'd go for truth, and was asked if she'd
ever had sex with a professor to get a better grade, and told a story
that was much more coherent, and much sexier, than Porsche's. Tiffany
found herself getting turned on, and also getting a little drunk as she
finished off her second large glass of wine.
Another dare, from one sorority sister, was to strip stark naked,
go out on the front yard of the PKU House, and do jumping jacks for
five minutes while yelling "Look at me! Look at me!" The victim
protested a little, but then stripped off her jeans, shirt and
underwear and ran out the front door. The girls all gathered at the
windows and watched her, naked and jumping, her breasts bouncing and
jiggling like mad, as cars slowed down in the street and honked their
horns and college boys hooted at her.

God, thought Tiffany, there is no way I could possibly do that.

Back in the room, Amy spoke up. "Tiffany, your turn. Truth or Dare."

With the image of the naked girl outside on display and all the boys
yelling at her, Tiffany blurted out: "Truth!"

"Very good," said Amy. "Tell us how you lost your virginity."

Tiffany paused. She knew exactly how she had lost her virginity - she
had been ****d by her 13-year-old cousin Matthew a few months ago in
his backyard while his gross little friends held her down and taunted
her. That had been the first dick that had ever been inside her pussy.
How could she possibly tell these strangers that she had not only been
****d, but by her own cousin? She couldn't. She just couldn't. No one
would know if she made up a convincing story, so Tiffany took a breath
and began:

"I lost my virginity to my boyfriend last year when we were juniors.
He was on the football team and I'm a cheerleader, and after we won the
Homecoming game we went out with some friends and we were drinking."
Yeah, thought Tiffany, this is sounding good. "Then when he drove me
home, my parents weren't home so I asked him to come on in, and he did,
and we were a little tipsy, and before you know it, we were upstairs in
my bed, and we did it."

"More details, please!" said Amy.

"OK, uh, it hurt a little bit but not too much," Tiffany improvised. "I
was wet cause he'd gone down on me, and I was really horny. I was
scared but I really wanted him to. And he came and I came and afterward
he told me that he loved me and he'd never forget this night."


Tiffany was quiet. So was the room. There was no spontaneous
applause like there had been for Porsche.

"BRAAAAATT!" It was Amy, making a sound like a game-show buzzer, the
kind that signals when you've given a wrong answer. "Ladies of PKU, I'm
afraid that our guest, Miss Tiffany Daniels, has told a lie during
Truth or Dare!" The announcement was greeted with an angry buzz from
the other girls.

Tiffany blushed, and knew that somehow she had been caught. But she had
no choice but to bluff her way through. "No, that's the truth!" she
yelped, her voice high with anxiety.

"Oh is it now?" retorted Amy. "Before you arrived, a letter came to
this house. It was from your sister, Stephanie, and it spelled out, in
great detail, your sexual adventures over the last few months. We all
particularly liked the bit where the black janitor fucked you up the
ass in the school cafeteria!" The room exploded with mocking, derisive
laughter, as Tiffany hung her head in shame. Andy and Porsche, not
wanting to be associated with her, moved away subtly.

"Oh, God, no, it's not what you think," pleaded Tiffany. "I was
d**gged, and I was blackmailed. These men used me. I didn't want to.
And then my cousin and his friends did the same, cause they had the
video to blackmail me with. It's not my fault!"

"And we might have understood," Amy fired back. "But the fact remains
that you lied during Truth or Dare. AND NO PI KAPPA UPSILON EVER LIES
TO HER sisterS, YOU SNOTTY LITTLE BITCH!" Suddenly Amy was shouting at
her, and Tiffany felt she was about to burst into tears.

"Girls, I think it's time we sent Tiffany Lying Bitch Daniels packing
back to her podunk little high school. And we'll tell every sorority on
campus what happened here tonight. All in favor?"

"No!" shouted Tiffany. "Please don't. Please! I'll do anything. How can
I make it up to you?"

The game room was silent. "Hmm," said Amy. "An interesting offer.
Ladies, she says she'll do anything to get back in our good graces. I
think there's a certain object that needs retrieving, and maybe our
little Tiffany is just the person to retrieve it." Several coeds
giggled and nudged one another.

"What do you want me to do?" Tiffany asked nervously.

"We want you to steal a fraternity paddle," said Amy. Tiffany noticed
several college girls high-fiving each other as she said it. "It hangs
in the kitchen of the Rho Alpha Tau house, which is just two blocks
down the street. We have a little ongoing rivalry with the Rho Alpha
Taus, or the RATs as everyone on campus calls them. And if we could get
their paddle to display on our homecoming float, it would be the talk
of the Greeks!" Several girls applauded.

"I... I don't know," said Tiffany. "It sounds kinda dangerous. What if
they catch me trying to steal their paddle?"

"We'll take care of that, girlfriend," said Amy, who was becoming more
chummy by the minute. "We'll create a diversion by getting all the RATs
out of the RAT-house. Then you sneak in the back door, grab the paddle
off the wall of the kitchen, and run back here. You'll be guaranteed a
place in Pi Kappa Upsilon, and we'll even let you sit on the throne on
the homecoming float. That's an honor that usually goes to a senior."

Tiffany was torn. She wanted so badly to be accepted, and not to be
blackballed by every sorority on campus. But the thought of sneaking
into a fraternity house at night to steal their paddle terrified her.
She knew if she were caught .... No, she couldn't let herself think
about what would happen if she got caught.

"I'll do it," she said with fake bravery. "But you have to get all
the frat boys out of the house."

"That will be the easiest part," said Amy, and she picked up a
cordless phone. After punching in a few numbers, she said in a
seductive little schoolgirl voice, "Hello, RAT house? This is Amy
Clarke at Pi Kappa Upsilon. Who's this? Hi, Randy. Nice name, by the
way, and kind of a coincidence, Randy. See, we were sitting around this
evening and feeling kind of randy ourselves. Probably drank too many
margaritas." Amy giggled, the continued. "Anyway, we were sitting here
getting smashed, and some of us changed into out nighties, and we were
wanting a little male company, and somebody suggested calling you RATs,
but then somebody else said you guys were all a bunch of faggots."

Amy paused. "What? You're not a bunch of faggots? Really? Well gee,
Randy, how could we prove that? You're coming over? Yeah, sure, you
guys can come over. Bring the whole house. Make it in about 10 minutes.
I'll try to make sure nobody gets naked before you get here. Bye-bye,
loverboy."

She hung up, and the room again exploded in wild laughter. "Well, that
was easy enough," Amy snickered. "OK, all the pledges, start locking
the doors and putting plywood up at the windows. When those RATS get
here they're gonna be sporting hard-ons like battering rams, and God
forbid those scuz-buckets actually get in. Tiffany, come in with me,
fast!"

Without thinking, Tiffany followed Amy up the stairs, two at a time,
into Amy's room. The older girl whipped out a nightgown and said,
"Here, put this on!"

"Why?" asked Tiffany. "Why do I have to wear a nightgown to steal a
fraternity paddle?"

"How about because I fucking said so!?!" Amy snarled. "You're not
exactly in a position to negotiate. Now put the nightgown on or when
the RAT boys show up, we'll throw you out the front door naked. It'll
be like throwing a pork chop into a kennel!"

Trembling, confused, desperate to make things right, Tiffany
stripped off her dress and put the white nightgown on, never even
taking her sandals off In her haste,. she didn't even notice how thin
the nightie was, how it bordered on transparent if the light was right.
Her opaque bra was clearly visible underneath, as were her white cotton
panties.
Amy pulled her by the hand back down the stairs and out the back door
of the PKU house. Together they ran through the back yards of several
frat and sorority houses, till Amy stopped. "This is it, the RAT
house," she said. "There's the door. Wait till you hear them leave and
oh! There they are!"

Tiffany could hear whoops and hollers coming from the front as the
fraternity boys poured out of the house, headed toward PKU.

"Do it!" said Amy, and shoved Tiffany.

The high school girl ran for the door, flung it open, and found herself
in a dark room. She groped for a lightswitch, found one, and flicked it
on. It was the kitchen. And there, on the wall, hung a long wooden
paddle with the Greek letters Rho Alpha Tau burned into it. This was
going to be easy, she thought. She was going to do it!

Tiffany stood on tiptoe and pulled the paddle down off the nail. She
tucked it under her arm and turned.

"Hold it right there!" said a voice. A male voice. Tiffany whirled and
saw five fraternity brothers, big, hulking young men in cut-off jeans
and T-shirts, standing in the doorway.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetie?"

Tiffany started to run, but the boys were quicker. They leaped
forward and grabbed her instantly, wrenching the paddle from her hands
and pinning her arms behind her back. Tiffany struggled, but the
violent shaking of her body did not dislodge the iron grip on her arms.
Instead, it just made her impressive young breasts sway violently from
side to side, which all the frat boys noticed.

"A.J., this little cunt was stealing our paddle," said one guy.

"Fuckin' A, Howie, I think she needs a lesson."

"I think she needs more than a lesson, Nick. I think she needs a little
kielbasa injection."

"Dudes, hold it a second," said A.J. "The bros are gonna be back sooner
or later. The question on the floor is: Do we want to share Little Miss
Paddle-Thief with 20 other guys, or just keep her for ourselves?"

"Please, just let me go," begged Tiffany."

"Not an option, cutie-pie," said A.J. "But I'm negotiating in your best
interest, as to whether you get gang-banged by five guys or 25 guys. So
shut up and pay attention, cunt."

"How do we keep her for ourselves?" asked Kevin.

"Easy, dudes," said A.J. "Road trip!"

'ROAD TRIP! ROAD TRIP! ROAD TRIP!" the five RATs chanted.

"Brian, go fire up the RAT-mobile," ordered A.J. "Kevin, go get that
Mason jar on the shelf in the pledge room, you know the one I mean.
It's road trip time, guys. Just the five of us and little miss.. what's
your name, Paddle-Thief?"

"Tiffany. Tiffany Daniels. Please, my daddy is very rich and if you'll
let me go now, I could get some of his money, a lot of money..."

"That's enough, Tiffany. I got my whole life to make money. Tonight,
I'm gonna paddle me some sweet ass till it's as raw as hamburger, and
then I'm gonna fuck me some sweet pussy till it's as as raw as your
ass. And then when I'm done, it'll be Nick's turn. Then Brian, then
Howie, then Nick. We're goin' on a road trip, baby!"

A.J. grabbed a full bottle of tequila off the kitchen table, then
opened a drawer and pulled out a Ziploc bag that Tiffany knew was full
of marijuana.

Tiffany shuddered, terrified. She was alone, clad in only a thin
nightgown, being manhandled and threatened by five strong, hormone-
driven, pumped-up young men.

And the night, like Tiffany, was young.


CHAPTER THREE


THE 0NE WITH THE REEFER

"Please don't do this. Please don't do this," Tiffany said over and
over, numbly.

"Let's get her naked!" yelled Howie, and there was a chorus of
agreement. Tiffany felt the nightie being lifted roughly over her head.
Her bra was unsnapped and pulled away, and she was ordered to step out
of her panties or face a severe paddling on the spot. She obeyed,
petrified.

"Dudes, hold it," said A.J. "Let's hang on just a sec. You, stand as
still as a statue," he ordered Tiffany. "If you move a muscle, I won't
just paddle your ass, I'll use the handle to fuck your ass."

He pulled the other four - Nick, Brian, Howie and Kevin, a few feet
aside.

"Let's not get carried away," he said in a low voice. "I'm really not
into r****g this chick. That's a little harsh. On the other hand, if we
give her enough tequila and reefer, maybe she'll get so fucked up that
she'll do us willingly. Then, God forbid, if something happens and this
gets out, we'll say she wanted it, and we can pass a lie detector.
Agreed?"

The other RAT members nodded. Not the brightest boys on the nuances of
the law, it sounded like a good plan to them.

"So let's stop treating her like shit, but still take her along with
us, and we'll all get some pussy, and everything will be cool. OK?" The
others nodded again.

They turned as a group to the cowering teenager, who had not moved.
"Let's go for a ride, sweetie," Kevin said nicely. They gave her back
her nightgown, but not her underwear, formed a mass of horny male flesh
around her, and walked as a group to the car.


The RAT-mobile was a 1982 Cadillac Seville, its lemon-yellow paint
job peeling badly. It was one ugly car.

Kevin pushed her into the backseat of the Cadillac. A.J., who
appeared to be the leader of the group, got behind the wheel, with Nick
and Brian in the front seat with him. Kevin and Howie got into the
backseat with Tiffany, sitting on either side of her, so the poor
teenaged schoolgirl was sandwiched in the middle between the two beefy
young men. Instantly, Tiffany thought of another car trip long ago,
when Roger White, her principal, had driven her to the mall, and other
men from the school had trapped her in the backseat and taken horrible
liberties with her, playing with her and teasing her. She knew, with a
sinking feeling of nausea, that history was due to repeat itself.

"You know who she looks like?" asked A.J,. "She looks like that tennis
playing chick."

"Hingis?" said Nick.

"No, not Hingis, that Ann chick."

"Venus Williams?" said Nick.

"Venus Williams is black, you fuckin moron," said A.J.. "Anna
Kournikova. She looks like Anna Kournikova."

"More like Anna Horny-kova" said Howie. "And speakin' of horny, I've
got some wood that's about to bust my jockeys. How about if I get Miss
Tiffany Horny-kova here to put a lip lock on my love muscle while we
drive?" He unzipped his jeans shorts and hauled out his erection, and
Tiffany gasped. Please, God, this wasn't happening to her."

"Hang on, Howie," said A.J. "First let's do a little doobie together,
get this road trip off to a good start." He was already driving away
from the University of Texas fraternity row. Tiffany's car, and the
girls of PKU, faded behind her as A.J. headed for the highway. Instead
of taking the Interstate, he got on a two-lane road out of town, one
that led to a state park about 30 minutes away. A.J. knew they could
rent a cabin there for the night, and the cabin would be very, very
private, with no one around to hear what was happening. If she wants to
fuck, fine, thought A.J. If she gets all prissy and we have to get
rough, no one will hear her screams.

A.J. passed Howie the bag of dope, and he quickly rolled a fat bomb and
lit it. The sweet, pungent smell of marijuana filled the car., Howie
took a toke and passed it to Tiffany.

"No thanks," she said.

"Take it, Tiffany," A.J. said with a slight edge to his voice. "I don't
want to hear the word 'No' or anything like it pass your lips again for
the rest of the night. Now I can turn this car around and go to a
police station and tell them how we caught you breaking and entering
and trying to steal stuff. And that will be the truth. Would Mommy and
Daddy like to come bail their girl out of jail tonight, and have her
explain what she was doing breaking into a frat house in a see-through
nightie? I don't think so. So we'll treat you nice, if you treat us
nice, and by that I mean going along with whatever we say. You got
that, you tasty little piece of ass?"

"Yes, sir," Tiffany said meekly. She thought about bolting from the
car, but it was moving and she was wedged in. The joint appeared at her
lips and she obediently took it and inhaled. She had only tried pot a
couple of times and she coughed.

"Here, wet your throat down, it won't hurt so bad." A.J. passed the
bottle of tequila back to Tiffany. She tried to take a tiny sip to
appease A.J., but Howie put his hand on the bottom of the bottle as she
tilted it up, and held it there, forcing her to swallow several large
gulps of the fiery alcohol.

The joint was passed and quickly returned to Tiffany, who toked it
again, followed by another blast of tequila. After the reefer was
smoked down, A.J. told his frat brothers that they weren't being
hospitable enough, and that the next joint should be for Tiffany alone.
Howei rolled it and lit and gave it to Tiffany. She wanted to throw it
down and stamp it out, but she knew she was in way, way over her head
with these boys, who could turn very nasty if they were crossed. She
puffed away on the big joint, knocking back a few more shots of
tequila.

The guys were all laughing and talking loudly at this point, buzzed but
not wasted. A.J. had been smart not to let them smoke the second joint:
He wanted Tiffany Daniels blitzed out of her fucking mind, but he
wanted his brothers to be able to function.

"Can I ask a question?" Tiffany piped up. "How come you guys were sill
inside the RAT house instead of going over to the PKU house?"

"We're on in-house probation," explained Brian. "We fucked up, and our
punishment was we weren't allowed to go to the PKU house with the
others. But that's OK. It worked out for the best!" And everyone
laughed hysterically. Tiffany surprised herself by starting to giggle
as well.

The blonde schoolgirl had smoked more dope in the last 15 minutes of
the road trip than she had smoked in the rest of her life put together,
and she had downed considerably more tequila than she had ever had in
one sitting. What she didn't know - what not even the RAT boys knew -
was that the marijuana had been lightly dusted with methamphetamine.
The laughter in the Cadillac increased, and AJ had to concentrate to
keep the car in his lane.

Tiffany felt more relaxed than she ever had. "What the fuck," she told
herself, "I've been in worse spots than this. Call it an adventure,
Tiff, and don't worry about it." Her body felt warm and tingly, even
though she was clothed only in the thin cotton nightgown. Her bones
felt as if they were made of rubber, and she noticed she had slid her
butt down in the back seat, and in doing so, the shortie nightgown had
ridden well up on her thighs, almost to her crotch.

"Ooops," she giggled, ' 'scuse me, boys, I think I'm showin' a little
too much here." She started to pull the hem down, but felt strong warm
hands on her thighs. Instead of going down toward her knees, the
nightgown was being pushed up to her waist!

"Hey," she slurred, "what's goin' on? This nightie has a mind of its
own!" This caused another outburst of laughter from everyone. Tiffany's
heart was pounding; not from anxiety, but from the speed and the dope.
She felt so good, and if her nightie had a mind of its own, so fuckin'
what, she thought.

Mere seconds later she felt the hands on her pussy, caressing the soft
blonde pubic hair that grew there. She leaned her head back and closed
her eyes. It felt nice, she thought, very nice. She heard the sound of
a zipper, and then another. Her right hand was pulled in one direction,
and her left hand was pulled in the other, and each hand encountered
the same thing: a hot throbbing male erection jutting out of a zipper.

A part of her brain told her this was wrong, that she was in danger,
that no good could come of it, but it was no more meaningful to her
than a note on the refrigerator back home from her mother. She sighed,
and was glad when the male hands began to explore her pussy, pushing
aside the labia. Finally, one finger found her love button, the
glistening pink clitoris, and began to massage it gently.

"Oohh, yeah, that's the spot," she moaned, not ever realizing she was
speaking out loud. As if by magic, both of her hands seemed to be
working up and down on the hard cocks on either side of her, gliding up
and down the shafts. She heard the RAT boys moan and encourage her, and
she felt she should encourage them, so she said again, "Oh, yeah, oh
yeah, right there," as someone's finger - she didn't know whose -
rubbed her clit in little circles. Her pussy was getting wetter and
wetter, and hotter and hotter. She could also feel her nipples, and
they felt so big, like theu were going to explode. They felt like they
were pressing against the nightie, trying to push their way out into
the open. The dicks she was jacking off were also getting hotter and
hotter. But Tiffany was floating in a haze, almost a delirium, of d**g-
induced ecstasy.

The responsible part of her mind having shut down, Tiffany now
focused on her own clit, which felt so good. Was she doing that to
herself? She wasn't sure. She felt a mouth on a nipple, and knew she
wasn't doing that. Then suddenly there was a blinding flash of light
and she opened her eyes.

Brian was twisted around in the front seat of Caddy, aiming a camera
into the back seat. He clicked the button again, and another flash
exploded. The photos would probably be copied many times by the clerks
at Photo Lab: Tiffany Daniels, sexy 17-year-old high school
cheerleader, in the back seat of a car, her eyes closed in ecstasy, a
nightgown bunched around her waist, her legs spread and her pussy
exposed. A hand was on that pussy, and Tiffany's hands were jacking off
the cocks of Howie and Kevin on either side of her.

"Hey! Cut it out!" Tiffany hollered. It wasn't so much the fear of
having the photos in circulation, which barely occurred to the drunk
and d**g-addled teenager, as it was having the mood spoiled. Everything
had been so dark and warm and sexy and then the light had ruined it.
But the light was gone, so she closed her eyes again and began
mindlessly working on the dicks.

"Let's get some tunes," said A.J., and he turned on the radio and
began twisting the knob to find a station. After several seconds of
static and snatches of country music, a bopping beat filled the Caddy:

"Well she's sexy and s*******n
My little rock-roll queen
Acts a little bit obscene
Gotta let off a little steam
Dig that sound shake it around your mind , mind , mind."

In the backseat, Tiffany started bobbing her head up and down. She
recognized the tune, vaguely, as being by that group that Brian Setzer
used to be in before he did "Jump Jive and Wail" for the Gap TV
commercial. She couldn't think of the band's name, but it didn't
matter. It was like Brian was singing about her, sexy and 17. She was
sure feeling sexy. The relentless diddling of her little clit was
bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her breathing was heavy, her
heart was pounding in rhythm to the song and the radio, and the d**gs
and booze made her feel like she was floating, flying, sexy and 17,
that was her, Tiffany Daniels, sexy and 17, she thought, her mind
rolling that single idea over and over.

"Aw, fuck!" she heard. AJ yell. Her mind registered it as another damn
interruption. But then she realized, as did all the boys, that the car
was slowing down.

"What's the matter?" asked Kevin.

"I think we're out of gas."

"Out of fuckin' gas? You mean now?" wailed Howie. He was high, speeding
a little, and getting a delicious hand job from a young girl. His hard-
on felt like it was about to burst. He did not want to hear about being
out of gas.

But they were. AJ guided the RAT-mobile to the side of the road, where
it coasted and then stopped.

"We passed a diner a couple hundreds yards back," AJ said. Although
feeling the effects of the intoxicants, he was the most sober and in
control. "Can you guys walk? How about Miss Horny-Kova back there?" As
soon as he said it, Tiffany and the two boys in back burst into
giggles. The name suddenly seemed very funny.

The five of them piled out of the car, taking deep breaths to try to
get their heads straight. The boys, being older and more experienced,
were soon relatively OK. AJ pulled a pack of gum out of his pants
pocket and gave a stick to each of the boys to mask the liquor on their
breath, but didn't give one to Tiffany, who didn't look like she'd be
able to walk and chew gum at the same time. Tiffany had smoked and
drank a great deal more than the boys, and she was having trouble
standing up. She swayed in the dark, her white cotton nightie making
her look like the sexiest ghost to ever walk the earth. Her nipples
bulged obscenely in the night air.

"Let's get walking back to the diner and call someone for gas," AJ
said. It quickly became apparent that Tiffany was too fucked up to
walk, so Howie and Kevin got on either side of her and looped her arms
over their shoulders to carry her. This had the effect of hiking the
nightie up to her waist again, and Tiffany was suddenly aware of the
cool night air blowing against her clit. The hood over that important
organ had pulled back to allow more stimulation, and now it was open to
the elements. It occurred to Tiffany that she should cover up, that
this was wrong, that she didn't know where she was or who these boys
were. But the breeze felt good against her pussy, and she forgot these
thoughts. The young men supporting her felt warm and strong, and she
enjoyed the feeling of being partly carried, as if they were protecting
her.

The quintet arrived at the diner, which was open. There were several
pick-up trucks parked out front. It occurred to AJ that this might be a
redneck hangout, and that walking in here as stoned frat boys carrying
a nearly naked girl might just lead to trouble. But what choice did
they have? They walked up to the door, pushed it open, and walked in.

The lights hurt their eyes after walking in darkness, and Tiffany
squeezed hers shut. Dammit, she thought in her fucked-up way, she kept
getting used to the dark and then there was light. She'd just keep her
eyes closed, she decided.


CHAPTER FOUR - THE 0NE WITH THE HOT DOG

Conversation stopped inside the diner as the five young people stood in
the entry. "May I help you?" said a waitress nearby.

"We need to use your phone, ma'am," AJ said, the soul of politeness.
"We ran out of gas."

"What's her problem?" asked the waitress, whose nametag said Denise.

"She, uh, had a little too much to drink," said A.J. "We're trying to
get her home safely."

"I'm sexy and 17," sang Tiffany, in a trance-like voice. "I'm a little
rock 'n' roll queen."

"Well, you better get her home," said Denise. ñLookit the way she's
dressed, like some sort of little slut. The phone's in the back. I'm
just getting off my shift, but if you want any food, Sam the cook is
staying. Why don't you take a booth near the back?"

Nick, Brian, Howie, A.J., Kevin and Tiffany walked through the
diner. There were a handful of couples, men and women, eating late-
night breakfasts and drinking coffee. On the far side of the room was a
pool table, and two young men with tattooed arms were shooting a game.
Sam the cook, a burly man with a large gut and a stained apron, stood
at the counter, his back to the kitchen, watching the five frat boys
and the zonked-out beautiful girl make their way through his diner.

A.J. went to the back hall where the pay phone was, and the others
found an empty booth. All four of the boys wanted to sit next to
Tiffany, which wasn't possible. But after some Three Stooges-style
jostling, Brian and Howie won. Brian slid in first, then Tiffany, then
Howie, with Kevin and Nick facing them in the booth. Denise took their
orders, and they ordered five hot dogs, five Cokes and five baskets of
french fries.

Soon A.J. came back and slid into the booth alongside Kevin and Nick.
ñI called the RAT-house.," he told the others. "You aren't gonna
believe this. Those fuckin' PKU girls were just raggin' our asses. The
guys got there and the girls had the place all locked up and wouldn't
open the door. They sat inside and yelled that they were callin' the
cops. So the guys all went back to the house without gettin' any pussy.
They figured out it was just a decoy to get them out of the house so
they could send Miss Horny-Kova to steal the paddle. But they didn't
count on us staying."

"So are they coming to give us gas?" asked Kevin.

"Yeah, they're kinda pissed, but they're bros. They're on their way. I
didn't tell 'em about our little passenger here. I guess we'll have to
take her back to the RAT-house and pass her around after all. She ain't
gonna be good for much once 30 guys get done bangin' her ass."

Tiffany suddenly perked up. She wasn't that fucked up. "