Chapter 2: Building Tension
I clutched my bag tightly, and followed Frederick and the others into the building. The entrance hall was a vast space, the walls adorned with faded posters.
We climbed the stairs, the sound of our footsteps reverberating through the building. The other veterans led the way, chatting and laughing amongst themselves, leaving Frederick and me to follow behind.
"So, what should I expect tonight?" I asked, breaking the silence between us. Frederick glanced at me, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"Well, Diana, as I said, it's a bit of a tradition. We like to welcome new students in... unique ways. It's all in good fun, though. Nothing too crazy. Just a few games, some drinks, you know, the usual college stuff."
We reached the top of the stairs. The sound of music and laughter grew louder as we approached one of the rooms. Frederick pushed open the door, and we stepped inside. The room was packed with people, veterans and freshmen alike, spilling out of every corner. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of alcohol. In the center of the room, a group of people were playing a game of beer pong, cheering and jeering as they took turns shooting.
On one side of the room, Mike, a short, pudgy man with a lewd grin, was cornering a group of freshmen, his words slurred and lewd.
"Hey, Mike," Frederick called, quickly making his way over to the man, "This is Diana, the rookie I told you about. Isn't he a good addition to the rookie group? Maybe you can make a place for him in the freshmen game." Frederick gestured towards me, and Mike's eyes traveled up and down my body, lingering on my curves. I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I held his gaze, refusing to let him see how uncomfortable I was.
Mike's grin widened, and he licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Oh, I think I can find a spot for her alright," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "She can join the game of beer pong".
Mike chuckled, his eyes never leaving my body. "You know how it goes: try to throw the ball into the opponents' cup. If you fail, you have to pay a piece of clothing." Mike's eyes twinkled with a wicked gleam, clearly enjoying the thought of seeing me stripped down. I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of unease and excitement. I had never played beer pong before, but I was determined to give it my best shot.
Frederick stepped closer, his hand resting on the small of my back. "Don't worry, Diana. You'll do just fine. Besides, it's all in good fun. Right, Mike?" He gave the shorter man a meaningful look, and Mike nodded, his grin never fading.
"Right, right. All in good fun." He turned back to me, his eyes still hungry. "So, Diana, are you ready to play?" I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. "Let's do this," I said, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.
Mike motioned for me to take my place at the table, across from another veteran, Sarah. She was tall and muscular, her short hair cropped close to her head. Her eyes were a piercing blue, and they seemed to bore into me as I approached.
I could feel the weight of her gaze, heavy and intense, as I took my place at the table. She smirked, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in my stomach.
Mike handed me a ping pong ball, his fingers brushing against mine. I pulled my hand back quickly, but not before I felt the heat of his touch. "You're up first, Diana," he said, his voice low and husky.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.
I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on me, waiting for me to make my move. I bounced the ball in my hand a few times, trying to get a feel for it. Then, with a deep breath, I launched it towards Sarah's cup. It sailed through the air, spinning end over end, and hit the edge of the cup, bouncing out and landing on the table with a soft thud. The room erupted in groans and cheers, depending on who they were rooting for.
"Looks like you're up, sweetheart," Mike said, his voice laced with amusement.
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I realized what I had to do. I unbuttoned my blouse, revealing the lacy bra underneath. The room fell silent for a moment, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric as I slid the blouse off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. But I knew my big breasts, obvious despite the bra, would give rise to comments and laughs from the boys.
I was right. As soon as my blouse hit the floor, the room was filled with catcalls and whistles. I could feel their eyes on me, hungry and predatory. I tried to ignore them, focusing instead on the game at hand. Sarah smirked at me, her eyes lingering on my chest before she turned her attention back to the table. She picked up the ball, her fingers wrapping around it in a way that made me think of something else entirely. She tossed it casually, and it landed perfectly in my cup.
The room erupted in cheers, and I could feel the heat of embarrassment spreading across my face. I took a swig of beer, the bitter liquid burning its way down my throat. It was my turn again, and I was determined to make a better shot this time. I bounced the ball, trying to focus, but Sarah's smirk was distracting. She was enjoying this, and it pissed me off. I wound up and threw the ball, aiming for her cup. It hit the edge and bounced out, landing on the table with a soft thud.
The room groaned, and Mike laughed, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Looks like someone's going to lose another piece of clothing."
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I refused to let them see me flustered. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. The room erupted in cheers and catcalls. I could hear some of them.
"Fuck, look at those tits, man!" "Damn, she's stacked!" "I'd love to fuck those big, juicy melons!" I tried to block out their crude comments, focusing instead on the game. Sarah smirked at me, her eyes lingering on my exposed breasts before she took her turn. She made her shot, the ball landing neatly in my cup. I knew what I had to do next.
I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my legs along with my panties.
I stood there, completely naked, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the soft hum of the music playing in the background. Then, Mike let out a low whistle, breaking the tension. "Holy shit, look at that body," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's fucking perfect."
Frederick, who had been watching the game with a neutral expression, suddenly stepped forward. "The game is over. Since you have lost with zero points, you know what is next... you have to crawl under the table".
His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I knew I had no choice. I had agreed to play the game, and I had to see it through.
The veterans made a corridor for me so as not to miss a detail. They waited for me to kneel and crawl past them to the table.
I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the eyes burning into my skin, and did as I was told. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I lowered myself to the ground, my bare knees pressing into the cold, hard floor. I started to crawl, my ass swaying with each movement, the cool air of the room kissing my wet pussy.
The room was filled with a chorus of groans and whispered comments as I made my way towards the table. I could hear them, their voices filled with lust and envy.
"Jesus, look at that ass," someone muttered. "I'd fuck that any day," another voice chimed in. "you can see everything between her buttocks" ... "the slut is enjoying it". The veterans were enjoying the show, their eyes glued to my ass as I crawled under the table.
Finally I got the end of the table and could get up.
I stood up, my body flush with embarrassment and adrenaline. I could feel their eyes on me, hungry and intense. I went for my clothes as fast as I could.
My hands were shaking as I buttoned my blouse and pulled up my jeans, in front of the veterans. Even if I was dressed now, they had seen my naked body. And they will have this memory during all my years at the university.