"This year we have to win." Brad said standing at the window. There were three other men scattered around the room at this point most of them with drinks in hand.
"We never win. It's always those girls down the block." Mike replied. He was nearly six feet tall, lean and black. Today he was dressed in a Stone Cold Steve Austin t-shirt with a steel skull on the front. In his right hand he had a bottle of vodka. "Has anybody ever beaten Alpha Delta Theta in the last decade?" He took a deep pull from the bottle and held it out.
Rip accepted the bottle taking a swallow and grimacing slightly as it went down. He was a big man at six and half feet and weighing just over three hundred pounds he was build like an ox. "I think it was '89 the last time they lost and it was historic then." Rip lowered his head smoothing out his white polo shirt and holding out the bottle.
The dark skinned Latino scowled briefly as he took the bottle. "Shut up. Those stupid bitches got to lose sometime." He took a swig and grinned. "You know we could just do like Harold suggested.
"I was just fucking kidding and you know it." Harold replied leaning back in his recliner. He was just wearing his Bud boxers and a wife beater staring at his Gameboy.
"It was good idea. Tell em." Ramon urged taking another swallow of the vodka before offering Harold the bottle.
Slowly Harold's blue eyes moved from his three inch screen up to the bottle. From there his attention shifted to the man holding the bottle. There was a slight pause before he took the bottle and tipped it to his lips. "Well the way I figure it everybody loves to decorate on this block right?" There was a slight pause as he waited for the others to nod in agreement. "And most of the people around here are men right?" Again there was a nod of agreement.
"Well what do you think would happen if we decorated the yard with scantily clad sorority girls?" Ramon said.
Harold was glaring at him but the rest of the room had a synchronized epiphany at that moment. "That was pretty much my idea. I was thinking about Jesse in a see through Santa suit, and Tara wrapped in Christmas lights with ornaments hanging from her ornaments you know." Harold smirked leaning the bottle back again. "The questions are how would we convince them to do it?"
"I suppose we could always ask. I mean you know that Velvet is always trying to get a ride in my Mercedes." Brad said striding from the window to snatch the bottle away from Harold draining the last of it and tossing it into the trash.
"Right, just ask the girls to put themselves on display for a bunch of college age perverts and I'll let you ride around in my Mercedes. That's sure to work." Rip replied. "We got any booze left or was that the last of it?"
"We got a Jose and Jack left so chill, we're good." Ramon said leaning against the wall. If you think it would help we can let the girls ride in my Porsche."
"Perfect plan, anybody got a realistic one?" Rip asked heading to the closet and pulling out the bottle of Jack Daniels and opening it.
* * *
"What are we going to do?" Tara asked. The big breasted blonde was wearing a pair of denim shorts that barely covered her ass and pink baby tee to cover her breasts. "We don't have enough money to pay the rent." There was an empty Smirnoff Ice bottle on the table beside her.
There several other empty bottles scattered around with the stuffed animals in the room and comfortably sprawled college girls. Jesse was wearing a light blue nighty nursing her third drink of the night. It was a sharp contrast to her dyed red hair which was pulled back into a ponytail. "We've tried everything to keep this place up. Bake sale, garage sale."
"Kissing booth, bikini carwash." Tara continued.
Velvet pushed her dark brown hair away from her cocoa hued face. "And they all failed. The bikini carwash nearly got us enough money. That guy Brad was checking out my thong all day, I think we washed every car on his block one by one!"
"Those boys down at Sigma Gamma were the only ones that we got any money from at all." Karen sighed. Her bright red hair was combed down over her right eye concealing most of her caramel colored flesh. She was dressed in a pair of blue pajama pants and a man's dress shirt partially buttoned.
"Stop it. This isn't about them. How are we going to get the money we need to keep up the rent on this place? We still need about five thousand dollars." Tara said looking at her empty bottle with disgust and dropping it into a nearby trashcan.
"A little more than that actually." Velvet said picking up a wine cooler from the floor and finishing it off. "Last month I used my tuition money to pay the rent so we need closer to eight."
"How much are we going to win from the decorating contest this year?" Karen asked staring at the drawing on the table. This year they planned on setting up a train that would go around the front yard filled with stuffed animals. On the rooftop there would be a sleigh with a full team of reindeer and a Santa Clause dipping in and out of the chimney. It was another guaranteed win for the girls of Alpha Delta Theta.
"If the prize is as big as it was last time around two grand which is nearly enough to handle all of our bills." Karen said. "I don't see that we have a choice. If we ask the guys the worst that could happen is they will say no right?"
"No." Velvet said flatly looking around for another drink. "The worst that could happen is they will find away for us to earn the money from them."
"I'm not going to have sex with them if that's what you're suggesting." Tara said frowning. "Well maybe Brad but that's about it."
"Would you rather have to go home? I hate to tell you but staying in the dorms isn't free, it's just cheaper than staying out here. So we either swallow our pride and go ask the boys or pack up and go home." Velvet said.
"Fine. I'll make the call." Tara said reaching for her pink and purple polka dot cell phone. With a sigh she punched in the numbers for the local frat house.
* * *
"Somebody get the phone." Brad called. He was sitting in the window now, both the bottle of Jack and of Jose were being passed around.
"I got it." Rip said snatching the phone off the hook. "You got Sigma Gamma home of the Big Mac what's your beef?" When the answer came his eyes instantly widened. "I'm listening, I'm sure the guys are interested too."
"What's going on? Who is it?" Ramon asked leaning closer to Rip who just shoved him away and hushed him with a glare.
"Right. That's a lot of money; we'd have to talk about this one in person." He covered the phone for a moment looking around the room. "The girls are broke."
"Broke?" Brad asked.
"Broke as in can't afford to pay the rent on their home and want to know if there is anything we can do for them." Rip replied as a wicked grin started to cross his face.
"How much?"
"Eight. The girls are willing to work for it though." Rip let the thought settle into his brothers before he uncovered the phone. "Come over here, we'll see what we can do."
* * *
When Ramon answered the door he was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a matching wife beater. "Come on in girls."
The tone of his voice was enough to make Tara uncomfortable but she didn't have much choice. She had changed into a pink running suit that clung to her hips; the top was only zipped to right beneath her breasts. Behind her Karen was wearing a pair of khaki shorts that didn't quite cover her ass and a tied off dress shirt. Together the girls walked past Ramon.
Velvet had chosen a pink and purple plaid skirt. It was even a decent length for a lady to wear out in public; it was the zippers that went up to her hip that made it scandalous. Her shirt was a black t-shirt with purple kitty skull and crossbones on it. "Hi Brad." She smiled across the room at him.
"Come on Jesse." Ramon urged stepping out of the doorway.
Of the four girls Jesse was the only one dressed conservatively. Her jeans just fit; they weren't snug around her trimmed thighs. Instead they were loose fitting, nearly slipping off her hip and revealing the top of her thong. She was wearing a normal shirt that ended just barely above her pierced naval. "Hi Ramon." She muttered easing her way around her ex.
"Nice to see you too." Ramon replied under his breath shutting the door behind her.
"Well ladies, have a seat." Rip said motioning towards the couches. Normally they would have been focused around the fifty two inch television set but today they were facing towards the table with the liquor on it and the men sitting at the bar. "Now let's get down to business, as you can see you interrupted us on a good night." He motioned to the now empty bottles of Jose and Jack along side the bottle of vodka.
"Drunk. Great." Velvet whispered to Jesse as the two of them plopped down on the couch crossing their legs at nearly the same time.
"Anyway. You need eight thousand dollars; we don't have that much just lying around." Rip started.
Karen hadn't sat down yet and she was already half back to the door before he could continue. "Then I guess you can't help us. I'm sorry we wasted our time."
