The warm afternoon sun shined brightly onto her tanned bikini-clad body. Maggie stretched her legs and adjusted the brim of her visor to cover her eyes. She lay on the balcony on the second floor of Hudson Hall, soaking up the sun's rays while ignoring the college boys trying to gawk at her from the sidewalk below.
"Hey!" a voice called out to her. Maggie ignored him. She was not giving him her number.
"Hey!" he repeated. "I lost my key. Can you come down and unlock the door?"
Maggie rolled over and looked down at Matt's face.
"You don't live here," she said.
"My girlfriend does. Can you let me in? I need to see her."
Just then, the front door opened, and a female dorm resident invited him inside. Matt looked awkwardly up at the tanning coed.
"Uh, problem solved!" he said. He hurried inside the building. Maggie rolled back onto her towel and closed her eyes.
Andrew crouched in the bushes twenty feet away, keeping the viewfinder of his camera focused on the sunbather's body. He placed his thumb onto the record button and pressed it.
"Any minute now. You better get into position," he said.
Chris casually walked up the sidewalk, gradually nearing the balcony where the tanning girl lay. She rolled onto her belly, and untied her bikini top, letting the strap hang over the edge of the balcony.
"Perfect," Andrew whispered to himself. Maggie's bikini top was ripe for the taking.
Chris glanced up at the windows above. Seeing no one, he slowed his pace. The balcony was only a few feet ahead.
"Come on, Matt," Andrew urged. Bugs were starting bite his legs. He smacked a mosquito on his knee while keeping his focus on the camera screen.
Matt opened a window on the third floor, and produced an air horn in his right hand. He gave the handle a firm squeeze, and a shrill squeak rang out.
Maggie leaped up in shock at the sudden noise. Chris had timed his pace perfectly, because Maggie's top was hanging in grabbing distance. He snatched the top with his left hand and yanked it through the balcony bars, yelling out, "I got it!"
"Hey!" the topless bather shouted. She watched Chris sprint down the sidewalk, right past the bushes where Andrew hid crouched while getting a full view of Maggie's exposed breasts on his camera screen. Realizing she had been sharked, Maggie frantically covered her nipples with her arm and hurried back inside her dorm room.
Andrew pressed the stop button on his camera and ran after Chris.
"Got it!" he said. "Call Joe. Let him know 'M' is done!"
* * * * *
"Sit," Vicky said.
Like a dog, Rob obeyed. He took a seat at Vicky's desk chair. She sat down onto her bed and faced him.
"Vic, I swear. I had nothing to do with those sharking guys. Honest."
She looked at him as if he were a defendant in courtroom.
"It's not cool what they're doing," Vicky said. "I mean, Janine was HUMILIATED back there! What if someone did that to me? How would you feel?"
"Horrible. I mean, pissed," Rob assured her. "But, what can I do? I'm not involved with those guys."
Vicky stared contemplatively out the window.
"I want you to leave that frat."
Rob's mouth dropped open.
"Leave Alpha Tau Zeta? Those are my boys!"
"Oh, they're your boys now? You just said you weren't involved with them!"
"I meant I wasn't involved in Sharking Day. But that frat, that's my family Vic. Don't make me choose!"
"That's exactly what I'm making you do. And you have two minutes to decide."
"Two minutes? Why two minutes?" he asked.
"You'll see," she said with a wink.
With that, she disappeared into the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, Rob took out his phone. He punched out a quick message to Ken: "dropped camera in trash can @ pool. GET IT NOW."
Realizing Vicky might likely check his phone, he deleted the message from his sent folder.
He wondered what specifically Vicky intended to do when his two minutes were up, but his throat tightened at the thought of leaving his brothers at ATZ. He'd have to make her understand. He'd have to.
The bathroom door opened, and Vicky emerged. She was wearing a red silk thong, and nothing else. She placed her hand on her hip and flipped her hair.
"Well baby, what do you think?" she asked.
He stared at her, wide-eyed.
"You. Look. Amazing."
"Thank you. I thought I'd treat you to a little afternoon sexy time."
"Hell, yes!" Rob cheered. Ten minutes ago he'd been dreading what Vicky had in store for him when she asked him to come to her dorm room. Now this might end up being the highlight of his day. A day that included videotaping partially naked college girls, no less.
"But first, I'm going to need to hear your answer," she said. "What's it going to be?"
"I'll leave Alpha Tau Zeta," he said without hesitation, and without taking his eyes away from her naked breasts.
"Smart man," she said. With that, she dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants, and took his penis into her mouth.
* * * * *
Kerry hung up her phone.
"Mandy's on her way," she said.
Laura was still blushing. She could feel the stares of her fellow classmates in the cafeteria, all of them who had just seen her bare ass and pussy.
"I don't see a cameraman anywhere," Sheryl said. "Are you sure he was here?"
"They ALWAYS film it. That's the whole point. Keep looking," Pamela said.
The fours girls scanned the room, but all they saw were the wide-eyed stares of students either frightened for, or amused by, the recently-sharked Laura.
Pamela grabbed Kerry's arm. Kerry flinched, but looked to see what Pamela had found.
"Look," she said, pointing to the security camera up on the wall.
Kerry looked at Pamela. "You don't think..."
"The security center. Let's go. Now!"
Together, the four girls ran from the cafeteria. They hurried down the hall, searching for any sign of Ken or any of the other guys from Alpha Tau Zeta. While none of the four of them had ever been in the security center before, they at least knew where it was. It was a quick sprint down the hall, up a short flight of steps, and the door was there. The girls hurried inside.
Ken was slipping a disc into a jewel case when they entered.
"Oh, shit," he said, caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar.
"Shit is right," Kerry agreed. She, Laura, Pamela and Sheryl stood to block his path to the door.
Ken dropped the jewel case into an open backpack and ran to the rear of the security center with the bag in his hands. The four girls advanced towards him, determine to wrestle the disc from Ken's grasp before he could deliver it to his brothers back at the frat house.
Ken found himself cornered, literally, but a light switch was in his reach. As he switched it off, the room went dark, and Ken took advantage of the momentary confusion to weave his way between the advancing coeds.
"I got him!" Sheryl said, grabbing a sleeve.
"No, that's me!" Laura said, yanking her arms free of Sheryl's grasp.
"I got him!" Kerry corrected, and she was almost right. She'd gotten both hands on Ken's backpack, but he was almost at the door and the girls were no longer in his path.
"Give me it!" Kerry demanded, as Laura switched the lights back on. Pamela and Sheryl grabbed the backpack as well, only for Ken to reach inside, grab the disc, and run for the exit, letting them have the bag.
The backpack hit the floor, and the girls gave chase as Ken fled down the hallway. Laura tripped over the discarded bag, causing Ken's phone to topple out. The girls ignored the bag as they frantically pursued the fleeing frat boy.
He reached the exit long before they did. By the time they arrived at the double doors leading from the Student Center, Ken had vanished with the disc in his possession.
"Damn it! How does a guy who spends every night chugging from a keg run so fast?" Pamela asked, leaning against the wall, panting.
"He's not in heels," Kerry noted, tapping Pamela's fashionable footwear with the side of her own shoe. Pamela had known it was a bad idea to wear heels today, but being a 5'1" bookworm, heels were the only way to not appear as a socially challenged computer geek, which admittedly, she was in spades.
"Fucking hell," Laura cursed. It was only a matter of time before Ken made it back to his frat house, and the security camera footage of him pulling her jeans and panties down showed up on the Internet.
"Hey, you guys. Check this out." Sheryl approached them from down the hallway holding Ken's cell phone.
"Anything on there that might help us?" Kerry asked, moving to Sheryl's side.
"He got a text message two minutes ago. From Rob. 'dropped camera in trash can @ pool. GET IT NOW.'"
The girls looked at each other.
"Did Ken see that message?" Laura asked.
"Looks like it. Which means he's probably on his way back to the pool now," Sheryl said.
"Let's move!" Kerry said, and the girls took off running.
* * * * *
Ken ran, quickly but stealthily, back into the pool room. He ran to the trash can nearest the door, and peeked inside. No camera was there.
"Shit," he said. He peered around the room, looking for another trash can, but found none in sight. Nothing but students in swimsuits splashing about in the water.
He reached for his phone, but his pockets were empty. Cursing, he stepped out of the pool room doors and found a pay phone on the nearby wall. He grabbed the receiver and inserted 35 cents.
"Alpha Tau Zeta," the voice greeted.
"Joe! I can't find the camera. It's not in the trash can!"
"Woah, woah, woah, you're telling me you LOST the camera?" Joe asked.
"Not ME! Rob's the one who dumped it in the trash! And he's not answering his phone!" Ken shouted.
"Hey, you two need to communicate better. Keep trying him, we got a schedule to keep."
Ken stammered.
"I- can't. I'm out of change, and, I lost my phone."
Joe broke out in hysterical laughter.
"You lost your phone too? Man, you need to cut back on the Mary Jane!" Joe remarked. "All right, you figure out your shit, I'm gonna tell Andrew's team to move in on Natasha. Got it?"
"Excuse me?" a female voice said.
Ken spun around, to see a strikingly beautiful brunette looking at him. She stood next to a bulletin board, where she was in the process of tacking a pink flier to the board. She wore a low cut t-shirt with the letters Delta Delta printed across the front, and a pair of black shorts that showed off her long tan legs beautifully.
