Welcome to South App #6: “Greek Invasion” : welcometosouthapp

Friday, September 4th, 2020

I can’t imagine Winston’s making me do that on my birthday!

It was dawn on Gigi’s 19th birthday. She dragged a gas-powered chainsaw throughout the North Campus quad. An hour earlier, Winston had woken Gigi up with a telephone name. “Fetch my chainsaw from below the mattress and meet me on the library.Click on. Not even a “Completely happy birthday.”

So, she’d rolled away from bed in a white tank prime and baby-blue yoga pants. Name it morbid curiosity. Solely Winston might provide you with such calls for, in spite of everything.

Gigi was streaked in oil and sweat. She hobbled to the library entrance and let the hunk of metallic fall to the bottom. North Campus was an unlimited expanse of willow timber and solitude at dawn. However one thing was very…off.

Immediately, Winston popped out of the bushes and pointed a pistol at Gigi’s brow. “You’re alone on campus on a day like as we speak,” he rattled off. “Out of the blue, some hooligan hops out of the bushes and tells you to wring your pockets. However you’re carrying a sundress, so that you don’t have any pockets. So as a substitute, he-”

“YEET!” Gigi screamed, kicking Winston’s crotch. He crumbled to the bottom, hitting a falsetto.

“Oh…shit! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Shiiiet, it’s all proper,” Winston moaned, rolling over on his again. Gigi’s frowning, pale face eclipsed the rising solar. “Completely happy birthday. It’s a Smith and Wesson Bodyguard. Too small for me. Be conscious of the trigger-pull and recoil. However I reckon it’s compact sufficient to your frou-frou denims.”

“Oh! I…thanks! However why?” The nice and cozy gun slot in her small hand like a glove.

Winston stood up. “Hell, you’ve had my again since I received right here. I reckon I oughta return the favor. I ain’t the brightest slice of pie within the knife drawer. However so long as you’re the brains, I’ll as nicely make due and be the brawn.”

I stole your different gun and our mates stole your pretend IDs! is what Gigi needed to say. “You…make me really feel actually protected, Winston!” is what she truly stated, slipping the gun in her purse.

Winston lifted the chainsaw. “Welp, it’s time to chop some ties. We’ve received a rat within the frat. Some Alpha Beta Kappa brother pretendin’ to be one in all us. See that tree down yonder? That’s their secret meet-up spot. And it’s gotta come down.”

ABK, or “All Huge Kocks”, began as a frat that met in an off-campus condominium. Then, Clyde (son of Dean Dale Crenshaw) took over. In a single day, the funding skyrocketed. This Honors Music Fraternity was BDE’s biggest rival. Stay reveals each Friday night time, a 3.eight GPA entrance standards, and co-ed. “Why go to some other frat events?” Clyde would at all times argue. “When the ladies are already right here?

“So, about this rat,” Gigi mused, following Winston to the tree. “You requested him properly to go away?”

“Nicely, let’s simply say he’s branded for all times. Title was Taggart, and we truly rushed collectively. Poor bastard.”

The lumberjack revved the chainsaw. His massive pecs and biceps bulged below his shirt as he put that smoking-hot metallic to work. He’d simply changed 20 kilos of fats with muscle. And as that hundreds-year-old tree crashed to the bottom, Gigi reminded herself to remain on his good aspect.

“Let’s get the fuck out of right here!” Winston yelled, taking off. “They’ll arrest you too! Hell, you’re the one with the filed-off serial quantity.”

“W-what?!” Gigi’s voice cracked as she sprinted previous him.

“Fuckin’ with ya, Gigi.”

Gigi rode shotgun in Winston’s truck. She kicked off her flats and started massaging her sore ft.

“Um…I undoubtedly stink,” Gigi laughed nervously, slipping her shoe again on. That was Winston’s cue to roll the window again up. She reached into her purse and pulled out the massive charcoal tub bomb that she stole from Sarah. “Pricey Chadwick Hughes’ spirit: all I need for my birthday is a shower!”

“Hmm.” Winston drove previous Firewater Corridor towards Greek Row. “You’re a needed lady,” he reminded her. “If we go to the home, you’re gonna must sneak in. If Ryan finds ya, he’ll put your head on a pike.”

Ah, Gigi thought. As a result of we snuck in, punched him out, and blew up his father’s ashes. Appears…honest.

They pulled as much as the BDE home and noticed Ryan’s white BMW within the driveway. Winston shut off his Roush engine and instinctively pulled Gigi’s head into his lap, hiding her from plain view.

“Right here’s the plan, birthday gal. I’ll go upstairs and seize a bathe within the visitor lavatory. I’ll save ya some sizzling water. Wait right here, and I’ll textual content ya when all the things’s prepared.”

Winston slipped inside. Gigi lay throughout the passenger and driver’s seat. She considered bailing and driving to Denny’s without cost birthday pancakes. However Winston had the keys. And as her sweating, greased-up physique melted in that god-awful sizzling truck, she determined that she actually needed that tub.

Gigi drifted off to sleep. In her goals, she sat at a kitchen desk in a large Beverly Hills mansion. In entrance of Winston have been a birthday cake and an enormous present bag. “Completely happy birthday, Winston!” she exclaimed. Winston reached into the bag and pulled out his misplaced Colt Single Motion Military. “Ta-da! It’s your gun!” Then, he pulled out his misplaced BDE binder. “Ta-da! It’s your pretend IDs!” Lastly, he reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of yellow and white striped panties with a lacy bow. “Ta-da! It’s my virginity!

Gigi bolted awake to her telephone vibrating. A textual content from Winston. Prepared. Use the ladder. She sat up from her puddle of sweat and made her manner across the aspect of the home.

On the prime of the raggedy hearth escape ladder, Gigi reached the second-story open window. Tea candles lined the shelf of a chic clawfoot bathtub, stuffed to the brim with steaming water. Beside the bathtub was a bathe caddy containing a bottle of merlot, a bag of chocolate-covered almonds, a number of high-end soaps and face masks, and a observe.

To my associate in crime: I reckon we managed to evade the legislation fairly just a few instances since we moved right here. Reality is, ain’t no bathtubs in jail. Now, get pleasure from all this bougie shit that I discovered in Claire’s room. Completely happy birthday – Winston.

“He writes identical to he speaks,” Gigi whispered, holding the letter to her chest.

Gigi stripped right down to her underwear and neatly folded her garments in a pile. On the ground was Winston’s t-shirt and blue denims from earlier. I’m certain he’ll put on that once more! She slipped off her yellow panties. After some thought, or no thought in any respect, she stuffed them into the again pocket of his denims.

Gigi lowered herself into her first faculty tub. Even the water felt softer and silkier than within the dorm, whose water flowed from lead-flavored pipes. She picked her mind for each get-rich-quick scheme within the ebook, aspiring to stay in such consolation full-time.

I might blackmail Sarah and Tai about that binder, she thought, submerging her head below water. Possibly I can persuade them to provide me a lower of their earnings! So {that a} poor pupil like me should purchase garments that aren’t secondhand! However that might imply conserving the pretend IDs a secret from Winston and betraying his belief…

Gigi shot up from the water, gasping for breath. She rubbed her eyes and slicked again her jet-black hair. Then, she unwrapped the tub bomb. It fizzled as a milky gray mist clouded her complete tub.

Winston, would you forgive me? Gigi lifted her hand out of the water and skim her nearly-faded tattoo. And if I take a lower of their earnings, I’ll purchase the cutest outfits to put on for you. I’m-

She lowered her tattooed hand into the cloudy water, the place it disappeared between her legs.

“I’m prepared for you, Winston.”


“Have a look at this swole son of a bitch!” greeted Brother Twinston, as Winston entered the comfy lounge after his bathe. They and eight different pledges wearing white button-downs and tan slacks, adorned with a BDE pin on the collar.

Winston grabbed Twinston in a playful headlock. “I reckon ain’t no person gonna be capable to inform us aside now.”

“I reckon you’re proper, stunt double!” Twinston agreed. This younger man was a spitting picture of Winston in appears to be like and spirit. They’d met at a frat get together after taking whiskey pictures and reaching for the pickle jar on the identical time. Bromance at first sight.

“Sufficient faggotry,” Ryan commanded, strolling up the rostrum by the hearth. Because the de-facto alpha of the room, his pomade-style hair stood taller than everybody else’s. Seven AM on Friday was BDE’s weekly assembly, and brothers have been expressly forbidden from taking Friday lessons. As a result of as quickly as this was over, the weekend pre-gaming would begin.

“Now, Winston!” Ryan started. “Seems to be like your sausage fingers received some dust below your nails. I belief the deed was executed?”

“As motherfuckin’ Shakespeare stated: the tree fell, no person was round, and it nonetheless made a fuckin’ sound. I reckon ABK’s hideout is being hauled off by a truck as we communicate.”

“You’ve by no means had a manner with phrases,” Ryan identified. “However I gotta admit: you get shit executed. Now, if one other rat needs to point out their face, I received no drawback burning down their momma’s home. Subsequent on the record. We gotta speak about two of our…ex-members. Claire and Connor. She packed up the remainder of her shit and slipped out of right here final night time. I’ll be posting an software for Social Chair on our Fb web page.”

Final week, after Winston had caught Claire dishonest on him with Frank, she had formally stepped down from BDE.

“Hell, let’s break custom and make it a person, for Christ’s sake!” Twinston piped up. Regardless of solely being a sophomore, he had clout among the many senior brothers.

“I’ll take into account it,” Ryan stated, shrugging. “You recognize girls: at all times afraid of dedication. Bitch didn’t even give a purpose for leaving. Though I’m not gonna lie: I’m gonna miss these tits throughout strip poker.”

Two muscular black brothers gave one another a crisp high-five.

“Now, onto Connor. Not solely did this beta bitch get a DUI, however he had our motherfucking coke on him.” Ryan tossed a bag of red-and-white cocaine on the espresso desk. “Now what the fuck did we are saying about taking coke out of the home?”

“Don’t go to the patrons – let the patrons come to you,” the brothers responded in unison.

“Closing subject of dialog,” Ryan introduced, holding up a saloon-style needed poster. “I’d prefer to announce that I’ve delivered swift, painful justice to the bastards who stole my father’s ashes.” On that poster have been safety digital camera pictures of Frank, Tweed, and Chad – their faces X’d out. Subsequent to their photos have been lo-res pics of Gigi and Sarah. “I’m growing the bounty to 2500 bucks for whoever brings me the opposite two cunts.”

This bounty was information to Winston. No one knew he was even associated to Sarah, or that Gigi was at present bathing upstairs. Whereas the brothers salivated over the reward cash, Ryan swiped a hearth poker forged with BDE on the tip. “We took these three bastards out to the quad and branded them for all times! Despatched their bitch-asses packing. However as for these two dumb sluts…I feel they have been the masterminds of the entire goddamn plan. I say we tie ‘em down and apply on to the brow!”

“Yeah, man, fuck these ho’s,” Winston performed alongside. “They did your daddy unsuitable. However actual speak, I say we observe ‘em down and exile them from the fuckin’ campus for all times. Ain’t no use in getting thrown in jail for assault. Hell, that’s the place these bitches belong.”

“Winston, I’m dissatisfied in you, chief,” Ryan stated condescendingly, slamming the poker on the hearth with a loud clank. He walked over to Winston and stood eye-to-eye with him. Useless silence. Lastly, Ryan cracked a douchey grin.

“All proper, all proper,” Ryan chuckled. “I’ll go simple on ‘em…that’s, in the event that they drop to their knees and suck each final drop from us till they fucking drown!”

The brothers roared like animals, chanting Ryan’s title as he ripped open the bag of red-and-white cocaine. Winston compelled a painful smile because the nausea set in. Ryan leaned over the espresso desk and proceeded to snort his common Friday-morning line.

“WHO’S GOT MOTHERFUCKING BIG DICKS?” Ryan screamed psychotically.

“WE DO!” the brothers yelled, banging their chests.


Ryan flipped over the glass espresso desk, shattering it into items.


The huge South Campus quad was speckled with college students enjoying final frisbee, strumming guitars, and pretending to review. It was Tai’s blissful place. Ever since Jacky turned him unfastened, he and Sarah had been practising Krav Maga throughout sundown. A zen-like interest that helped him clear his thoughts and shrink his erection.

Tai landed a shaky roundhouse kick as he noticed a younger woman within the nook of his eye.

“I’ve received your rematch, Sarah,” Tai jeered, touchdown a sloppy jump-spinning crescent kick. However as he caught the touchdown, he witnessed Gigi in a standard kimono and a chopstick bun.

“I settle for your problem in Sarah’s stead!” Gigi cheered, bowing deeply.

“Wait…huh? The place’s Sarah?”

“Ah, in celebration of my 6,939th day on Planet Earth, she elected to keep up a document of assembly notes in my dreadful Comparative Literature enrichment!”

A clean stare from Tai as he slowly shifted right into a guarding stance.

“I imply…it’s my fucking birthday, so she went to class for me!” She kicked off her flats and crouched right into a grappling stance. “Now, will you hand over a 3rd of your pretend ID earnings? Or will I’ve to spill the Bush’s Bourbon and Brown Sugar baked beans to Winston?”

“W-what?! Who informed you?”

“Hmmm…twas however a whisper within the wind – a grape from the vine!” Gigi inched towards Tai, who cautiously backed up.

“Okay, look…don’t, um, don’t do something drastic! We’re gonna pay it again to him, I promise. If you concentrate on it, we’re simply doing the work for him. It’s simply that…nicely, it’s been a troublesome week so we are able to’t actually afford to provide you that form of cash!”

“As you want. I’ll must beat it out of you as a substitute!”

Tai threw a lunging aspect kick. However the swift Gigi nearly teleported behind him. She jammed her thumbs into the tender spot beneath his ears.

“Idiot, a petite fighter reminiscent of myself should play defensively,” Gigi bragged, regrouping. “I’ve been watching you. Seems to be like these kicks have thrown you off stability, Mister Flat Foot!”

“You may kiss that ID cash goodbye,” Tai scoffed, rubbing his strain factors.

“That’s completely superb, grasshopper! I don’t intend to ask for it.”

Tai side-stepped and tried for a sweep kick. Gigi raised her leg over her head like a Chinese language gymnast. He fell ahead from his personal momentum, however Gigi pressed her foot in opposition to his face to cease the autumn. She wiggled her toes, then gave him a agency roundhouse to the aspect of the top. Tai fell again onto the grass. As he misplaced his breath, she wrapped her legs and arms round him from behind. A rear-naked chokehold that Sarah would’ve been rattling pleased with.

“Jaleo gada, jaleo gada, jaleo gada,” Gigi cooed in Korean, squeezing his windpipe. And “fall asleep” he did.

Ten minutes later, Tai sat up with a begin, drenched in sweat. A hoop of scholars surrounded him.

“Break it up, dudes and dudettes!” Sarah exclaimed, forcing her manner by the gang. The scholars dispersed as she helped the oblivious Tai to his ft.

“Oh…fuck,” Tai groaned. He fumbled for his minimalist metallic pockets. Six-hundred {dollars} in money was gone.

“You bought robbed, my man?” Sarah requested, kigh as a hite.

“That’s not even the half of it. That is dangerous. I’ve a lot to clarify to you.”

Tai recapped his encounter with Gigi, whereas he and Sarah sipped lattes on the library’s prime ground.

“Holy mom of balls,” Sarah whispered after Tai defined Gigi’s blackmailing.

“Look, possibly we come clear. Do you assume you possibly can speak to Winston?”

“Not an opportunity in Woodstock,” Sarah replied, frantically shaking her dreadlocks. “My brother’s all about loyalty first. He’d lower my hair whereas I used to be asleep and he’d circumcise you whilst you have been awake.”

Tai instinctively lined his crotch as they stopped at a bulletin board. “So…we’re Gigi’s bitches,” stated Tai. “If we owe her a lower each time we make a sale, we’ve gotta discover a higher market.” On cue, he swiped a flyer from the bulletin board. TONIGHT: Alpha Beta Kappa proudly presents the Housewarming Masquerade. $10 cowl. All college students welcome.


The great ole’ southern twins stood on the wrap-around porch, whiskey in hand.

“Look, brother,” Twinston began, patting Winston’s again. “I’ve recognized Ryan for a 12 months. I do know he can get a bit…impulsive together with his phrases. However that don’t imply he’s impulsive together with his actions. You’re anxious about them two women, aren’t ya?”

Winston was one textual content message away from telling Gigi and Sarah to flee campus. Throughout final month’s frat get together, he had by no means thought to query why Frank and Gigi had proven up within the first place. It by no means occurred to him that they have been there to blow Ryan’s father’s legacy to smithereens.

Ryan stumbled out in a vivid purple bathrobe that matched his stuffy, purple nostril. “Shit, I virtually forgot to ask ya, Winston,” he slurred. “I meant to gather your pretend ID cash for this week.”

Winston was so near coming clear. Some jack-off stole the binder! he needed to say. However the punishment for having misplaced it will be swift and fierce. So, he reached into his pockets and pulled out 600 bucks, straight from his personal pupil mortgage account.

“Geez, robust week once more, huh?” Ryan jeered, snatching the money. “The place have you ever been making an attempt to promote them?”

“Oh, you understand…the common beats,” Winston lied. “I reckon I ain’t gonna hit the library on weekdays no extra.”

“The library?” Twinston repeated, bewildered. “Shit, what’s it like in there? Ain’t by no means been.”

“Not your brightest second, I’m not gonna lie,” Ryan chuckled at Winston. “However, at the very least you discovered your lesson for subsequent week.” Winston nodded, taking it on the chin. If he needed to make one other withdraw, there wouldn’t be a “subsequent week.” Winston needed to discover that ID thief.

“Whoa, what the hell?” Twinston pointed at a fleet of U-Haul vans, led by a 2021 silver BMW. They watched because the autos pulled into the driveway of the empty frat home subsequent door.

“Holy fucking shit,” Ryan gasped. “It’s motherfucking Alpha Beta Kappa.”

The bald driver opened the butterfly doorways. Thick marijuana smoke trickled out of the automotive. The passenger doorways sprang up, and out hopped a freckle-faced redhead with a pornstar physique. She introduced a wheelchair over to the driving force’s aspect and helped the bald man into the seat. Then, she marveled on the large mansion and jumped up and down in her stilettos, her large breasts bouncing in her tight corset. She rushed into the brand new home, pausing to provide Winston a fast look earlier than she entered.

One other redhead, huh? Winston thought. My favourite taste.

The bald man rolled over to the BDE home in his wheelchair, a gift in his lap. His massive biceps and tattoos have been on full show in his worn Weapons N’ Roses sleeveless tee. His denims have been bleached and destroyed and his black Converse have been spotless.

“What’s up, neighbors?” the paraplegic spoke in a loud, baritone voice. He handed the current to Ryan. “I’m Clyde, President of Alpha Beta Kappa. Seems to be like we’re gonna be seeing an entire lot of one another.”

“Uh…yeah, my title’s Ryan.” He prolonged a hand whereas utilizing the opposite to dab his bloody nostril. “So…I believed Tri-Delt leased the home subsequent door.”

“I assume you understand sororities virtually in addition to I do. Reality is: girls are too rattling afraid of dedication. You gonna open that current or what?”

Ryan slipped off the bow and tore the wrapping paper. It was a penis pump.

“Now, let me lay down some floor guidelines for you and your twins,” Clyde continued, straightening his posture within the chair. “There’s solely room for one huge dick on Greek Row. Now it’s possible you’ll assume you’ve got an enormous dick. However there’s a gang of nine-inch fresh-cut cocks on the town.”

Clyde whistled together with his fingers. The U-Haul truck doorways rolled up. And out got here a cavalry of ABK brothers, hauling furnishings towards the home as they chanted “All Huge Kocks!” Like pallbearers, they every grabbed a nook of high-priced sofas, desks, and beds. Posing on prime of every piece of furnishings was a topless ABK sister. The brothers escorted them like royalty into the soon-to-be furnished mansion.

Clyde unfolded a flyer from his again pocket and handed it to Ryan. “Convey your asses tonight. There are a lot extra tits the place these got here from.” It was an invite to the ABK Housewarming Masquerade. Clyde swiveled round and rolled again on over to his new home. “By the best way!” Clyde known as out. “I don’t condone Taggart for spying on y’all like he did! I don’t care who you’re employed for: a rat is a rat!”

“That’s bullshit,” Ryan whispered. He knew good and nicely that Taggart’s spying was deliberate and coordinated by Clyde himself. “In the event that they’re gonna spy on us, we’re gonna do the identical fuckin’ factor to them.”

“Sit again and chill out,” Winston lastly broke his silence, standing tall subsequent to his doppelganger. “My twin and I’ll crash this get together and dig up as a lot dust as potential.”

“And he and I are the one two who may be in two locations without delay,” Twinston added.

“Then we infiltrate tonight!” Ryan introduced. “As a result of gents, Greek Row is a pair of tight spandex trunks. And there’s solely room for one huge dick.”


Watching Tai work was wonderful.

On the ABK Masquerade, the masked Sarah sat on the bar within the huge live performance venue. Clyde’s 90’s cowl band was onstage. Like clockwork, the masked Tai would sniff out homosexual clientele, seize a pretend ID from the binder, method him, make out with him on the dance ground, and are available again with a fistful of {dollars}.

“I’m averaging one sale per track,” Tai panted, wiping someone’s lipstick from his mouth. “Right here, hit me with one other ID!”

“You do know that is borderline prostitution, my dude?”


Prostitution or not, they racked up a thousand bucks within the first hour. And with Gigi taking a lower of their gross sales, they have been going to want that extra cash to maintain this operation afloat.

“Take a break, will ya?” Sarah urged, patting the barstool subsequent to her.

The freckle-faced redhead from Clyde’s BMW was bartending. She wore vivid blue fairy wings, a lacy corset, and a glittery half-mask. “Two lemon drops, my loves,” she cooed in a Scottish accent, setting the drinks on the bar. “Aw, I really like how cozy you two look!”

Tai and Sarah have been dressed down in South App hoodies and yoga pants: objects that each feminine or homosexual pupil owned. The objective was to not stand out whereas promoting pretend IDs. And but, that they had did not put on masks.

“I want to decorate like I do round the home,” the fairy stated with a smile, fluttering off to assist the subsequent patron.

Exterior, Winston and Twinston – the dual spies – walked up the ABK steps in matching button-downs, slacks, and white opera masks. They psyched one another up. The “Who’s received huge dicks? We’ve received huge dicks!” commonplace affair. Immediately, a pack of drunk women stormed out the entrance door and spilled a whole glass of cranberry vodka on Winston’s khakis. “Suck it up, buttercup!” she slurred, stumbling off together with her posse. Co-ed fraternity women have been a unique breed.

“Shit,” Winston muttered, trying down on the mess.

“Higher go change, brother,” Twinston urged. “I’mma collect some intel till you get again.”

Winston retreated to the BDE home whereas Twinston entered the get together alone. He stood on the entrance, absorbing the nostalgia of the 90’s rock set. Completely-seated Clyde was on drums. A crowd of groupies sang alongside up entrance whereas everybody else gathered on the dance ground.

“Jack and Coke,” Twinston informed the fairy bartender. “If in case you have time.”

From the dance ground, Tai and Sarah have been casually mingling and making pretend ID gross sales. They have been additionally people-watching. “It’s fucking uncanny,” Tai started, pointing at Twinston from afar.

“I’m telling you, that’s not Winston,” Sarah argued. “If you’d like proof, ask him to drop his pants. My brother has a birthmark on his upper-left ass cheek.”


“That dude might idiot virtually anybody although. However a sister at all times is aware of.”

Immediately, all eyes shot towards the entrance door. In walked a younger South Korean pupil in a baby-blue night gown. Trailing behind her was an extended, ornate satin prepare. The side-splitting material uncovered her white-laced garter belt that ran from her thighs to her matching open-toed excessive heels. Immediately, she gained the room.

Clyde hit the ultimate snare, ending his Jane’s Habit cowl. “Nicely, don’t simply stand there, princess!” Clyde known as out to the girl, beckoning her onstage with a drumstick. “Come on up and introduce your self.”

Princess Gigi obliged, however not earlier than giving Tai and Sarah a passing look. “I hope you’re in your A-game with these gross sales,” she whispered with a devious grin. “As a result of I want cash for a purple gown simply like this one!”

Sarah tugged on Tai’s sleeve. “Let’s get the fuck out of right here!” she hissed. “Hey…uh bartender?”

“I’m Miri,” the Scottish redhead responded. “However I bid you name me Miri.”

“Miri, care to level us to the again door?”

Tai and Sarah slipped by the kitchen and out the again door. Miri saved pouring for thirsty patrons, all whereas eyeing this Korean bombshell on stage.

“Um…hello, everybody!” Gigi greeted, whereas the seated Clyde held the microphone to her mouth. “It’s my birthday as we speak, and…I’m sober! Who needs to assist me change that?”

Each man on the dance ground cheered like Quentin Tarantino with a glass slipper. Their girlfriends gave Gigi soiled appears to be like, holding their males shut. Clyde leaned into her ear. “Don’t let me catch you paying for a single drop tonight.” He rotated and rolled again to the drum set. He clicked his sticks and started a Chili Peppers cowl. The get together was again underway.

“One other Jack and Coke,” Twinston requested from Miri. “Make it a double-shot.” From the bar, he’d watched the complete spectacle. Now, Gigi was strolling over to him.

“Please learn,” Gigi stated, plopping down subsequent to Twinston. She slipped the skinny material of her gown to the aspect, exposing a pale white thigh. Then, she reached below her garter belt for a letter. She slid it throughout the bar, exhibiting off her baby-blue painted nails. Twinston peeled off the heart-shaped sticker and unfolded the letter. Written in cursive was probably the most kinky, wicked to-do record of intercourse acts he had ever seen. On the backside was a signed assertion: For my birthday I, Ji-hye “Gigi” Moon, hereby signal my virginity over to Winston Arnold Beavers.

Clearly, Gigi had the unsuitable man.

As quickly as Miri returned with Twinston’s drink, Gigi swiped it. She sipped her first style of whiskey by a straw, her bed room eyes rising wider and wider. She slammed the glass of ice on the bar. Then, she leaned into Twinston’s ear and handed an ice dice from her mouth to his.

“Hey, uh…bartender?” Twinston stammered, as Gigi ran her tongue throughout his fuzzy beard.

“Again door’s by the kitchen,” Miri laughed in a Scottish accent as she watched the flirtatious pair.

Twinston grabbed Gigi’s hand and jetted out of there. If Winston caught them, he’d impale them together with his chainsaw and lower the engine on. So that they lower throughout the again yard and entered Twinston’s first-floor bed room by the window. She instantly slipped out of her gown, leaving on nothing however the heels and garter belt. And because the masked woman unfold her legs, Twinston saved telling himself that this was consensual.


Winston entered the ABK home in a grimy pair of blue denims from that morning. The gang waved their lighters whereas Clyde’s band performed Semisonic’s “Closing Time.” Seeing because it was final name, Winston made a bee-line for the bar.
“I’ll have a Jack and Coke, Miss,” Winston stated to Miri, tipping his hat. “If in case you have time.”

Miri cocked her head, her wings and eyebrows twitching. “Wait…what’s occurring?” she requested, greatly surprised by Winston’s twin from 5 minutes earlier.

“Alcoholism, that’s what,” Winston chuckled. “Why, I reckon you’ve simply seen a ghost. Wanna have a drink with me to calm the spirits?” He was right here to realize ABK intel. However her freckled face, wavy purple hair, and Scottish accent have been undoubtedly a bonus.

“Apparently so!” Miri laughed, her breasts bouncing up and down in that tight corset. “Inform you what: I’ll toast with ya.”

Miri poured Winston’s Jack and Coke and the umpteenth cranberry vodka of the night time. However like the magical fairy creature she was, she garnished her drink with a handful of blueberries, a splash of lemon juice, and a basil leaf.

“Seventy-nine,” Winston randomly stated as they clinked glasses throughout the bar.


“Seventy-nine. I reckon that’s what number of freckles you’ve got in your face.”

“Ah…nicely, let’s see. I’ve by no means counted earlier than. However on my complete physique? Nicely…we’re undoubtedly in quadruple digits.” Miri leaned in shut, the scent of gin and spearmint on her breath. “If you wish to take me to my room and depend them, I can do 150 an hour. That’s, should you’re a quick counter.”

Winston chuckled, then slipped one thing into her henna-tattooed hand. “I mighty admire it. However I’d somewhat ya inform me a bit bit about this place. Thinkin’ about pledging.” A lie, in fact.

With out lacking a beat, Miri slapped a bag of blue-and-white cocaine on the bar. “Inform ya what: you strive ours and I’ll strive yours.” Proper in entrance of everybody, she opened the bag of red-and-what cocaine and break up it into traces.

Winston’s jaw dropped. It was all coming collectively in his slow-churning thoughts. Taggart and ABK had been gathering intel to nook the complete fucking faculty cocaine market. Whereas Miri dropped her head to do a line, Winston slipped his rival’s cocaine into his pocket. All proper, I’ve received what I got here for. No because of Twinston. Time to report again to Ryan.

“Yo, the live performance’s over however the night time has simply fucking begun!” Clyde introduced on the mic. “Girls solely: get your asses to the middle of the dance ground. You recognize what time it’s!”

Miri’s head shot up from her third line of cocaine. She launched an orgasmic Scottish moan. Then, this mystical fairy pranced into the middle of the room, spun on her heel, and gave a curtsey in her outfit.

What the hell is occurring? Winston thought, sipping his whiskey. He reached into his again pocket for a serviette and felt one thing else as a substitute. Slowly, he held Gigi’s lacy yellow panties in entrance of his face. Miri, how the hell did you place this in my pocket with out me noticing? Hell, I reckon this bitch is a fairy in spite of everything.

“DJ, hit the music!” Clyde commanded. Fergie’s “London Bridge” blared by the audio system and rang throughout Greek Row. The tipsy Miri swayed her hips to the violent bass beat, shedding her wings. Applause erupted from the gang.

“Now simply what are we to do about this corset?” Miri cooed, puckering her decrease lip.

“Take it off!” the brothers chanted. And he or she did. Winston immediately realized that her “1000-freckles” estimate was right.

“Lose that skirt!” the gang commanded.

Winston nervously tapped his foot. Not as a result of he was afraid of seeing a unadorned lady. That highway was heavily-traveled and stuffed with potholes. However Miri was drunk, and no person was doing a rattling factor about it. She hooked her thumbs beneath her pink-and-blue skirt and pulled it right down to her ankles. No underwear, and 100 extra freckles on Winston’s scoreboard.

“Make your self first rate, moron!” Winston known as out, sling-shotting the yellow panties throughout the room to Miri. She reached up and caught them, red-eyed excessive and shit-faced drunk. “These…these aren’t mine. However they certain are cute!”

What?! Who the fuck do they belong to then? And why the fuck have been they in my pocket?!

Regardless, Miri slipped into the tight panties. She gave a well mannered curtsy and fluttered away by the kitchen and out the again door.

“Yo, what the fuck man?” Clyde raged as he watched the motion from his wheelchair. “You fuckin’ scared her off! DJ, lower the music!”

Fergie stopped singing and all eyes fell on Winston. He took a deep breath and boldly stepped into the middle of the dance ground. “She was fucking wasted, associate. Are y’all actually gonna make her do all that?”

“It doesn’t fucking matter,” Clyde seethed. “It’s Friday: we drink, and Miri strips. She’s a whore. And that’s what whores do. Who the fuck do you assume you might be anyway? S-s-somebody take off his masks!”

However Winston eliminated his personal masks and tossed it on the ground. There he was: invading ABK simply because the phony Mississippian Taggart had invaded BDE.

“Depart it to a Beta to search for pussy at an Alpha’s get together!” Clyde jeered over the mic. “Are you able to all imagine this white-knight faggot tried to face up for a fuckin’ whore?”

Winston couldn’t resist a comeback. It was too simple. “At the least I can truly stand, you fucking cretin.”

Each single hand lined a gasping mouth. Winston turned and walked into the kitchen, constructing as much as a dash out the again door. Rabid yells from behind as he lower throughout BDE’s again yard, dashing previous rows of timber and road lights to the tip of Greek Row. On the dimly-lit road signal, he collapsed into the grass.

Winston, ya executed fucked up now.

“Yo, you okay, bro?” someone known as out.

Winston regarded up and noticed two douchey frat boys carrying acoustic guitars. Earlier than he might stand up, one in all them had already hoisted him to his ft. He winced as he put strain on a sprained ankle.

“You had manner an excessive amount of, my man!” Guitar Man 1 stated. “And it’s not even 9 but. Gotta tempo your self!”

“Yeah, man,” agreed Guitar Man 2, brushing grass off Winston’s shoulder. “Hey, why don’t you include us to Alpha Beta Kappa’s get together? I hear our president’s band is fuckin’ killing it tonight.”

Winston felt his soul depart his physique. Immediately, Guitar Man 1’s telephone rang.

“Whats up?” Guitar Man 1 answered his telephone. “Hey, what’s up, Clyde. Yeah, yeah, we’re virtually there. We’ve received our guitars and…huh? Oh shit, you speaking ‘bout the man dressed like a cowboy? Yeah, man, he’s proper right here. Drunk as fuck, I’ll inform ya h’what. Wait, what? He stated what to you? No, fuck that. FUCK. THAT! Yeah, man, we’re gonna care for him proper the fuck now!”

Winston slowly backed as much as the road signal, a sizzling ache searing by his ankle. Operating was out of the query.

“You a lot as transfer, we purpose for the top,” stated Guitar Man 2, shouldering his weapon.

Winston positioned his again to the road signal and sank to a seated place. He regarded up on the fretted assailants. Not with concern, however with acceptance. “I do know all about your frat’s cocaine operation. And all I gotta say: I’m gonna run it into the motherfuckin’ floor.”

Guitar Man 1 went for a cross slice, cracking the guitar in opposition to Winston’s head. He bled earlier than he hit the grass in a fetal place. His physique convulsed in a seizure.

“Yo, no face pictures!” Guitar Man 2 screamed, kicking Winston within the ribs to vent his frustration. He introduced his ax above his head and hammered down on his intestine. Winston launched the dying cry of a wounded gazelle. However as a substitute of delivering that last blow, the Guitar Guys checked out each other and nodded. Then, they dropped their pastel board shorts and proceeded to piss on Winston’s wounds from head to toe.

“Have a look at the signal and inform me what the fuck it says, cuck!” Guitar Man 1 yelled, stomping his face together with his boat sneakers one final time. They zipped up their shorts and ran off. A groaning Winston wiped his bloody, sopping-wet face and regarded up on the signal. Crenshaw Ave. Similar to his father’s legacy, Clyde was right here to remain.

Winston blacked out.


It wasn’t rape. It was my alternative. It wasn’t rape. It was my alternative. It. Was. My alternative.

Gigi stared at her reflection within the dorm room mirror. Tears and mascara flowed down her face, streaking her cleavage and her wrinkled robe. With fumbling arms, she unwrapped a Plan B Morning-After Tablet and slipped it between her dry, chapped lips. She cupped some water into her hand and swallowed, gripping the sides of the sink as she regarded again on the defiled woman within the mirror. Hours earlier, she had been pure. Now, she stank of sweat, Walmart-brand musk, and a stranger’s bodily fluids. It was solely when Twinston had taken off his masks that she’d realized she had made like to a person she didn’t know.

Solely minutes to midnight. Quickly, the wrinkled night robe would disappear, and Gigi could be diminished to soiled rags and cloths. “This…that is actually the form of gown I might need to die in,” she informed her reflection, forcing a smile as she permitted tears to stream freely.

A fall from the seventh story would absolutely kill Gigi. She envisioned her mangled corpse on the gnarled roots beneath. Then, she feverishly latched onto one thing to maintain her alive for yet another day.

Froyo! Tomorrow was the grand opening of the native frozen yogurt joint. I’ll get to decide on my favourite sugary toppings to pile on my watermelon sorbet. However tonight, I did not select to have intercourse with that man. It was not. My. Fault.

Gigi’s telephone rang. It was Sarah. “Gigi, get your ass right down to the third ground – fast!

Gigi flew down the steps, tripping over just a few drunk college students within the course of. She stood within the doorway of Room 309, the place a bloodied cowboy lay his head in Sarah’s lap. Tai sat on the futon, handing Sarah gauze and rubbing alcohol from the primary assist package.

“Gigi,” Winston mumbled. He lifted his head, then set it again down as he erupted right into a coughing match. “You look…nice. Not as attractive as my sister although. However I’m from the South, so it’s household first. Roll tide…”

Sarah and Gigi smiled weakly, seeing how Winston was slowly returning again to regular. However Gigi’s smile turned to shock as she received a more in-depth have a look at his face. One eye was swollen shut and bleeding from the nook. A big knot on his head oozed pus, whilst Sarah incessantly dabbed it with a tissue. His twitching physique hinted on the lacerations and bruises beneath his bloody t-shirt. And thru Winston’s smile, he was lacking a backside tooth.

“Everyone fucking depart!” Gigi exploded, dropping to her knees and laying her head on Winston’s chest. He winced at first, however slowed his respiration as she held his hand. She sobbed her eyes out, soaking Winston’s shirt and beard.

“Gigi, look,” Tai stated, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Winston wants all of us proper now. Not only-”

Gigi fetched the 22-caliber pistol from her purse and slammed it on the tile ground. “I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT! OUT, OUT, OUT!”

Winston’s coronary heart raced as Gigi squeezed his hand with all her may. “It’s all my fault,” she whispered, as in the event that they have been already alone. “If solely I allow you to preserve your gun, you might have defended your self.”

“Buddy, that simply ain’t plum-fuckin’ true. Ain’t no person’s fault however mine. I talked shit and received hit.”

Sarah and Tai quietly slipped out the door, most probably to depend their pretend ID earnings.

Gigi positioned Winston’s head on her lap and ran her small arms by his messy brown hair. “This ain’t the primary time you caught me lined in piss. Reckon it gained’t be the final.”

Gigi giggled. “I’ll…I’ll be right here all night time to guard you.” She clutched the gun with one hand and ran her fingers by his hair with the opposite. “And we are able to wash your hair within the morning.”

“Thanks, buddy. I reckon I executed gots me just a few enemies now. So…ya ain’t gonna let the piss fairies sneak in and provides me a golden bathe…are ya?”

“I…I gained’t allow you to down!” Gigi laughed, gripping the gun. “And if the pee bandits come round right here, I’ll politely escort their hind keisters a third-of-a-dozen flooring north, the place their pores and skin shall bubble below the 100 Kelvin inside temperature of our antiquated heating and cooling equipment!”

“Shit,” Winston moaned, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. “In the event that they don’t repair your AC eventually…you might have to maneuver down right here and stay with me.”

Whereas Winston rested, Gigi stood watch all night time. She forgot all about what Twinston had executed to her. Distress cherished firm. And whereas Gigi by no means wished for something dangerous to occur to Winston, his timing couldn’t have been higher.


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