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Not a bad idea, though. When our crew’s gone the past few years, we’ve seen Lance and his frats at the festival, and he’s always having a good time.
I bet he’d like that. And I’ve learned I have a thing for giving Lance what he wants.
No—what heneeds.
After Ryan and I complete our workout, we wait with Jaxon for Keegan to wrap up on the treadmill before hitting the showers. I finish first, drying off, then head to my locker. I’m in a bit of a hurry because I want to see if Lance has textedme. Maybe now would be a good time to vibe out if he’d want to go on a date with me.
“Practically skipping to your locker,” I hear Ryan say behind me before I feel his towel snap me in the ass.
“Fucking prick better be careful what you start,” I say, spinning around and gripping the knot in my towel.
“You think you got it, bring it.”
I whip it off, giving him a slap in the side, and soon we’re going at each other’s asses before Jaxon slips up behind and joins me in an attack against Ryan.
“Careful!” Ryan says. “You guys are gonna bruise the meat.”
“You started it.” I laugh, not just because of how ridiculous and fucking cliché it is for us to be fucking around like this, but also because it’s fun as hell.
“That’s what you get for dragging my ass out when I could have slept in,” Jaxon says.
Ryan cups either cheek as we head to the lockers. “Whatever. Still got a nice pink mark on that tail,” he says, indicating my ass. “Make sure to let Lance know who did it.”
I chuckle as I spin the combination lock. Removing it, I open the locker door, when I notice my duffel is gone.
“The hell?” Ryan says from his locker, echoing my thought.
“Where’s my shit?” Jaxon asks.
At the bottom of my locker, there’s a brown package, and as I reach inside, my mind finally catches up with what’s going on.
Those little pricks.
I open the packaging of the little gift, discovering inside a piece of men’s lingerie—a lacy G-string.
I can’t help but laugh, and is it weird that even thoughLance got me good here, I kind of hope he picked this out especially for me?
“Dude,” Ryan says, and I see him assessing his own pink, lacy garment—more like trunks.
“Did they get us all?” Keegan asks.
“How did they getme?” Jaxon asks. “I just decided to come here last minute. Knew it was a shit idea to hit the gym today. You can see my ass in these.” He peeps through the holes in the back of his lingerie, which has us all laughing.
I check inside my package, discovering our student IDs and a note, similar to the one I left for Lance when we pranked the Alpha Theta Mus, then read it aloud:
“Ty,
Obviously, since you guys were showering, you left your car keys and phones in your bags, which you can find back at the Sigma Alpha house. Since it’s November and we’re a generous frat, we waited for a slightly warmer front, so you’ll only enjoy some hard nips and small dongs.
We’ve left your student IDs so you can take the shuttle back in your new, sexy outfits to greet all your fellow housemates, who’ll be waiting to enjoy the show, along with some very eager members of the nearest frats and sororities.
Presented to you by:
Alpha Theta Mu
PS: Didn’t think we’d get you back? ;)
I’m sure they crafted the message together, but that last bit must’ve been from Lance.