CW: Nonconsent, impregnation
I had a good thing going until the Sigma Lambda Tau homecoming party.
Every good thief has a plan, and the tools to adapt when their plan has to change. For two years of college, my plan had been to drop in on fraternity and sorority parties once people had started to get drunk, and pickpocket the drunkest ones. I take cash and credit cards out of their wallets or purses. If someone was about to find me, I'd pretend I was drunk too.
Some good thieves also have a calling card - something unique that they do to their victims. Mine is stealing birth control pills, condoms, and any other protection I find. I spend the nights after a theft wondering if they had their sexual encounters ruined, or if they pressed on no matter the risk. Once, I found out the night after a party that a cute little blonde girl I'd robbed had gotten raped, and without her pills she'd gotten pregnant too. For two months solid I thought about her every time I jilled off.
I had stayed away from Sigma parties until that night, though. The Sigmas had a dangerous reputation - they were happy to host the most debauched parties on campus, but dark things happened to boys and girls alike who broke their rules. A guy in one of my business classes had tried to rape a Sigma, and he never came back - I just hoped it was because they forced him to drop out. A girl from Delta had gotten jealous of the Sigmas another time, and had drugged the punch at a Sigma party. Rumor had it that they'd tied her up in the basement and let any guy they picked fuck her all weekend. I didn't know if it was true; I just knew that she was pregnant and avoided Sigmas wherever she could.
The problem was that I'd already hit the other sororities and frats. Stealing from the same place more than once in short order makes it more likely that someone will see you. So, I decided that the Sigmas' bad reputation wouldn't be a problem if I didn't get caught.
I started asking around, and found out which room the Sigmas were going to use as a drunk tank. Like most sorority parties, they were fine with girls getting drunk and fucking around, but if the girl passed out they weren't going to let some guy drag her out and fuck her. I got the feeling that it was more out of sportsmanship than out of strong moral values, but the effect was the same. It also meant that I had a good entry point.
I stopped by two hours before the party. The Sigma house is at the top of sorority row - a four-story faux-Victorian exterior, with entirely too-fancy wood paneling and tastefully erotic art inside. Nobody questioned me when I walked in and scoped out the first floor. I looked like I knew where I was going, and I was carrying a keg of beer.
I walked into the guest room that was going to be the drunk tank. It was fancier than my dorm by far, and fancier than most of the academic buildings, too. There were two big beds with red bedspreads and cushy pillows, and six or eight cots on the floor. Silently, I walked to the closet and stepped inside.
So often, I find that patience is what makes a good thief. Bad thieves try to do it quickly and get away with it, instead of waiting for the perfect moment. I sat down and waited for the two hours until the party started.
I could hear it getting into full swing. First came the music, and the voices and laughter of the crowd. Cheering soon followed - I suspected that someone was stripping or dancing. And then, one or two at a time, the rooms started filling up.
It wasn't just the drunk tank, although the number of girls that were deposited there impressed me - it was also the rooms on either side. I couldn't hear much from the far side, but the room on the other side of the closet was clear enough to eavesdrop.
The two closed the door behind them and staggered towards the bed. I heard the soft thump of clothes hitting the floor, then the girl's drunken voice.
"Fuck me," she purred.
There was some more rustling, and then the rhythmic creaking of the bed, and then moans. I decided that the Sigmas' slutty reputation was earned.
I tried not to get too distracted, but it wasn't easy. The girl was not holding back; she moaned with each of his thrusts, and I could hear his quiet gasps of pleasure as she carried him higher. I could feel my heart starting to race, feel my pussy responding to the sounds. I bit my lip, and told myself that there would be plenty of time for me to get off later.
The room outside of the closet was filling up, too. After about two hours, I overheard one of the Sigmas saying that the room was full.
"This is why we have a backup drunk tank," she said. "People go wild at homecoming."
They walked out, and left the room quiet. I waited for another half-hour. One girl got up from the bed and staggered out, but nobody else stirred.
Once I decided the coast was clear, I opened the closet and stepped out. Nine girls were unconscious on the beds and the cots, and I quickly got to work checking for wallets.
I was four hundred dollars in when I heard a muffled footstep behind me. I whirled around.
A guy was standing in front of the other closet, holding his phone in one hand. He was a couple inches taller than me, blond, and wiry. I couldn't read his expression.
"Hi," he whispered.
"Hi," I whispered back. "I didn't think boys were allowed in here."
"I didn't think they let sober girls in here either," he replied.
I thought fast. "My friend Stacy had my car keys," I said, pointing at the nearest unconscious girl. "She was supposed to be our designated driver."
He watched me for a moment, his blue eyes twinkling in the dim light.
"Her name is Bella," he said.
My heart raced. I still didn't know what he was doing there, but if I wanted out I had to get past him. I looked down at the unconscious girl on the bed. She was pretty - she had straight black hair that fell across her shoulders, pale skin, and a generous rack that her shirt barely held back. I decided to give up the pretense of innocence and try a different tack.
"Did you come in here for her?" I asked. "You wanted to get a feel for her when she can't say no?"
He stirred, and I grinned.
"You could do it," I said softly. "I'd keep watch for you. I bet her drunk pussy would feel so good wrapped around your cock."
He took a deep breath. He looked excited by the prospect. I should have been more cautious, but truth be told I was exciting myself too, so I pressed on.
"You could even do it bare," I said. "Fill her womb with your spunk. Make her wake up pregnant."
He took a deep breath. "Do you know what the Sigmas would do if they heard you say that?"
"I don't think they will."
"I'm recording this," he said, raising his phone up a fraction.
Anger flared up in my chest. It was mostly with myself, for not realizing that this asshole was here, but I wasn't going to tell him that.
