I was correct about one thing – being stripped stark naked by Kristine and Nicole during cheerleader tryout certainly led to Rebecca claiming her fifteen minutes of fame; at least as far as our university was concerned.
Guys were coming out of the woodwork to ask her out. Of course, as she herself pointed out to me, most of them just asked her out, because they thought she was an easy lay based on the nudity incident in front of the football team.
Man, did they get a surprise! At the end of an evening in which they had spent considerable money on a dinner and then a movie with refreshments, all they received from Rebecca was a firm handshake. Mwahaha! My beautiful friend said she had nothing against making love in theory, she just wanted it to be right.
Part of Rebecca’s brush with greatness was an invitation to an sorority, Zeta Phi Gamma. It was actually quite an honor, because freshmen weren’t usually invited. It was disguised as a academic society, but it was actually one of the most partying sororities on campus.
Of course there were a number of parents, who wondered why the dues were so high for their daughter to remain in it, but not one of them ever figured out it was to pay for so many of the parties.
Every student knew about it, but no one ever said a word, even if they were bitter about not being asked to join. For one thing, snitching would have made them an instant pariah. Another thing was even if they weren’t asked to join, that didn’t rule out being invited to parties there. And they had some hella parties!
Now I had always heard some fairly rough things about the hazing to join this sorority and, when I broached the subject with Rebecca, she admitted to me that she had also.
The four of us, me and Rebecca plus Kristine and Nicole started asking around in a rather low key manner, so as to not attract any attention as to our mission of finding anyone, who may have been ‘rushed’ by the sorority and later was judged unfit to join.
We were hoping that out of these people, somebody would be bitter enough to cooperate with us. It took us awhile to locate someone, who was willing to tell us the truth about this sorority, but we finally did. Her name was Sharon and, at the time we talked to her, she asked us to never use her last name and we gave our word.
She was now a senior and explained to Rebecca and I that she had been ‘rushed’ when she was a sophomore, she thinks now because her family had quite a lot of money.
Sharon stood about five feet, ten inches, had red hair, green eyes, a face full of freckles, an average build and an infectious personality. We met with her one day after classes and sat with her in her red ‘Vette in a nearby shopping center parking lot. I guess she wasn’t lying when she said her family had money.
“I was rejected, because I adamantly refused to participate in the hazing procedure.”
“Which was?” I prompted.
“They transported us way out of town, dropped us off in some nearby woods, told every one of us to strip down to bare skin and then they left with everyone’s clothing.”
“And what happened to you?” Rebecca wondered, “Since you refused to participate.”
“They dropped me off too, and made me walk five miles back into town,” Sharon explained. “But at least I had my clothes.”
“Did anybody ever complain or tell anybody?” I inquired.
Shaking her head, Sharon answered, “No, and I hear they still do the same thing for hazing and at the same woods.”
“Hmm,” I spoke thoughtfully. “Now that is interesting.”
“Who are the people in charge of taking them out there?” Rebecca asked.
The redheaded young woman explained, “It’s so sensitive an issue that they’re taken out there by three people, the president, vice-president, and the treasurer of the sorority.”
Suddenly I saw the big picture. The president, vice-president, and the treasurer were all extremely attractive girls. That certainly came as, no surprise because as most things if left to the students to decide, looks will always win out over brains.
“Sharon,” I asked, “Do you have access to a car with more room that you could use to drive all us out to the woods on the night of the hazing?”
“Sure,” she responded.
“And can you bring a camera?” I inquired.
“Sure,” Sharon answered perplexed for a moment and then I observed the light of recognition enter her eyes and she smiled at me. And I smiled back. ………. We were all in the woods early on the next Friday evening. The initial sorority hazing committee had chosen the location well. It was an area that promoted privacy and yet was still close enough to town to allow the unfortunate naked young women to return to their homes.
The woods themselves were not thick, but, on the contrary, were mostly cleared out of undergrowth. I was standing with Sharon, Kristine, and Nicole. Rebecca, of course, was with the group desiring to join the sorority. She had promised me that she would play along and cooperate fully with them until the time for our part of the plan arrived.
The late in the day sunlight was shining through the trees adding a certain yellow radiance to the situation. Sharon appeared more than slightly upset, after I peeled my outfit off displaying the beauty of my stark naked body.
“W - What are you doing?” she stammered.
With Kristine and Nicole grinning broadly at the situation, I joked with the young woman. “We’re all stripping down and then taking each others’ picture. That’s why you brought the camera.”
“No, I’m not!” Sharon declared. Kristine stepped up to her and touched her on the arm. “Relax,” my good friend advised. “Sara’s just joking with you.”
“Oh,” the other young woman replied, still flushing heavily and looking at my nude figure with askance. Sharon watched me suspiciously all evening, until the real action began. When will I ever learn that you just can’t kid with some of these people? Never! Mwahaha!
