“Where are my shoes?!†was the scream I heard above the chaos of my sorority sisters as we all got ready for a social mixer. Too many bodies were vying for space in the crowded hallway, so I moved into the bathroom to get out of the way. Seven girls were crowded in front of the long mirror in various states of readiness, and all of the electrical outlets were jammed full of curling irons and straighteners. There was a cloud of hairspray hanging above us, and makeup products were scattered across the counter. I sighed. I didn’t know how we ever managed to get anywhere on time, but we pulled through in the end. I looked over to see one person throwing aside pairs of heels, apparently searching for the ones that would work just right. I went over to help her, and we found them shortly afterwards. I ventured back out into the hallway, and I heard different genres of music blasting from the bedrooms on this floor of the house. I walked towards the room occupied by my Big, but before I got there, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to see my house mom, and she said that someone was waiting for me downstairs. I wondered who it could possibly be since we were meeting everyone at the event, but I slid through the throng of half-dressed girls, and went downstairs to the front foyer. Looking over the railing, I saw him standing by the door. I could tell he was amused by the variety of activities in which we were occupied. One girl was on her phone, arguing with someone about a nightclub, and a few others were over on the couch, laughing about whatever topic they were discussing. And then he heard the commotion that carried down from upstairs, of course.
I went to greet him. He hadn’t mentioned that he was arriving, so I asked what I could do for him. He said that was passing through campus for the night, and was wondering if I would be available to get together. I motioned to everyone around me, and said that I was booked for a couple of hours, but could possibly do something later. At that moment, one of my sisters came up behind me. “Ohh, a boy!†she said excitedly. It wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence to see a male around here, but with 120 girls, it sure was a pleasant sight when it happened. Others started to corral around us as they noticed him, and they all started to smile and ask inappropriate questions. I rolled my eyes, but he chuckled and said that maybe he’d stop by another day. “Aw, no, c’mon, please stay†I said. Yeah, stay, the others chorused around me. He looked wary, but then things started to get physical. “I think we should take him upstairs,†one girl suggested as she stroked his arm. “Yeah, let’s have some fun,†another said as she hip bumped him. He looked a bit confused, but also entertained. Alas, he said that he should probably leave. Everyone moaned and looked saddened, but that gave me an idea. I grabbed his hand, and pulled him towards the stairs. “I really think that you should stay, we won’t be gone long,†I said. The others filed in behind us and agreed. “I just don’t think you have a choice with this many people against you. We might have to force you to stay,†I stated as I winked at him.
His eyes narrowed, but we were already at the bottom of the stairs. The others started to push us, and he looked nervous as we journeyed up. The other girls who had finished getting ready spotted our group, and they laughed as we walked into a room. “Get him!†one screamed from down the hallway, and that did it. We tackled him to the ground, and immediately started to strip him of his clothes. He yelled, but his voice was nearly drowned out by the excited shrieks of my sisters. As his shirt went up, dozens of hands began to tickle his stomach, and he writhed back and forth. One girl held down his arms, and another got his legs. The tickling continued down to his waist, and his body arched as his jeans were undone. His thighs were grabbed, and his shoes were ripped off as the bottoms of his feet were soon subjected to the tickle torture. It was almost too easy. There had to be at least eight of us surrounding him down on the floor, and we all had a separate part of his body. He begged for us to stop, and he showed me his pleading eyes, but I just smiled and paid no attention to him. However, as the waistband of his boxers began to move lower, I had an idea. “Ladies!†I shouted above the ruckus. They all stopped laughing and looked up at me for a second, but kept their hands in place. “We need to keep this classy,†I said. “No need for him to think he’s in a twelve-some where we all pleasure him to his wit’s end.†A few of them giggled, and tickled his neck and smacked his thighs as he squirmed uncomfortably. “We’ll take it one-by-one and see who can humiliate him the most. The first person will do something, and then we’ll build upon the previous sister’s work until we’re all done.†Many of them nodded their heads and high-fived at that thought, and I looked down to see him glancing from person to person, perhaps judging us on what he thought we would do. As the volume of voices increased, we all grew silent at the sound of a loud ripping. We looked towards the door to see someone holding a thick roll of gray, heavy duty duct tape stretched between her hands. “How much time do we have?†she asked as she eyed him carefully. “About 20 minutes,†another answered. The tape girl looked at me, and I looked down at him. I smiled, and said “Well then we have no time to wasteâ€, and so it began as we all saw the dread in his eyes.