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Chapter 2: Back to the Dorms (Part 1)

Yukio and Molly

For the adorable medical student and the cute writing student and the topless dash back to their dorms wasn’t so horrible. Their building was the closest communal living accommodation to the House of GIFTS outside of the fraternity and sorority houses, you could see it from the door of the sorority house it was so close. That being said they still had to run through an open field and past a popular café currently open for business if they wanted to get there as quickly as possible.

Yukio was more likely to make it to the building quicker, she was accepted to the college under scholarship for her skills as a track runner, her vast intellect was a big component in that too but the college believed that they could win some awards with Yukio on their long distance running team. It also helped that she had the better footwear for running, arriving at the House of GIFTS that morning in her gym attire knowing that it was going to be a short meeting regardless of if she was picked or not, she had planned on going to the gym right after and burning some miles on the treadmill, even with Jess’s behaviour stripping her half naked she was still outfitted with expensive running shoes that gave her an extra little bit of power in her stride, her running shorts were also very loose making them completely unhindering to her as she ran.

Molly was a little different, she wasn’t exactly the most ambitious person on campus, for the most part she hadn’t found something that she was truly passionate about and only applied to college to shut her family up about her future. That’s not to say that she is unfit, she has a very healthy diet and attends cross fit to keep her figure in a near perfect form, clearly it agrees with her just by her flat stomach alone with her abs clearly visible as a result. But Yukio was in a completely other league and if she wanted to she could race ahead of the blonde writing student to get away from the hoots and hollers from the students littered around campus. The clothes she was left with weren’t helping much either, the cut off jean shorts were wholly uncomfortable on her sex without the barrier of underwear, bad enough if she was walking much worse that she is running, her footwear didn’t lend itself to helping her run either, with the 2inch heel of her stylish boots making it hard for her to run at her full potential.

Both girls were running with their hands cupping each breast as a vain attempt to preserve modesty while they ran past the laughing crowds of their peers. Yukio was visibly more embarrassed than Molly, and to push through it she focussed on making the run back to their dorm a competition, this lead to the young athlete leaving her fellow pledge behind and she sped ahead of her at a running speed Molly wouldn’t be able to hit even if she had the proper footwear.

Arriving at the main entrance to the dorm Yukio grabbed the fob-key on the lanyard around her neck and pressed it to the scanner so she could gain access to the building. She made a dash for the stairs and began running up to the 3rd floor, taking it 2 steps at a time and speeding her way up to her room with sweat starting to cover her soft body in a light glow.

As she made it to her floor and continued to run down the hall, past her neighbours who grew to know her over the past few weeks, she moved one of her hands away from shielding her breasts, flashing the guys in the hall with a cheer, and pressing the button for the elevator as she passed it.

Stopping at her door and letting go of her chest with both hands now she fumbled with the keys on her lanyard until she got a hold of her room key and burst inside, grabbing the first t-shirt she could put her hands on and regaining her modesty.

Molly was still working on getting over the field, she had since abandoned her boots choosing instead to run bare boot and save time so she could get to her room faster. The guys on campus clapped and cheered as she passed them, struggling to keep the double-D globes on her chest hidden under her hands as she ran. The chafing on her sex from her jean shorts making each stride harder and harder, but this somehow managed to keep her motivated to keep running and get inside.

She wasn’t paying attention to much around her, keeping her eyes locked on her dorm building, only briefly glancing at the cheering crowd enjoying her topless run on campus. As she tried to keep herself focussed on getting back inside she was completely oblivious to the person running towards her from directly in front, eager to get to her as soon as possible.

This runner was crowing closer and closer to the embarrassed teen, their eyes locked on her with determination to reach her as soon as possible. When she finally got to her the two girls nearly collided.
“What the fuck Yukio?” Molly screamed at her in annoyance. Yukio couldn’t find the English words and simply held out a shirt she was carrying for her follow pledge. Molly looked down at the garment and back to the Asian beauty with a thankful gaze in her eyes. She gratefully took the shirt from her hands and quickly threw it over herself, much to the dismay of the people around who were enjoying the show from the embarrassed streaker.

The pair began to head back to the dorm building until Molly remembered her shoes, and Yukio immediately ran back towards the House of GIFTS to pick her boots up from where she dropped them. Molly could only smile at her as she ran to her aid yet again.

Jess
Jess, Alisha, and Jade all lived in the same dorm building as one another, and just like the others you would assume that they would run back to the safety of their rooms together, but this trio of pledges could not be more different from one another.

Jess, despite being the reason they were in this situation, didn’t care in the slightest for their humiliation as the claps and cheers from students all over campus echoed around them, she didn’t even bother to participate in this humiliating punishment. As soon as she left the House of GIFTS, with her arms crossed over her chest leaving her left hand covering her right breast and vice versa, she was met with a small group from the frat house next door. The three frat guys who were happily greeting the topless pledges as they ran by were all good looking and muscular.

The one on the left was the shortest, maybe 5’5,” wearing a plain white shirt with horizontal black stripes designing it from the collar to the hem; he wore casual dark green shorts and sandals on his bare feet, with sunglasses on his face under a fringe of shaggy dark hair. In the middle was a taller guy, 5’10” if she had to guess, he was wearing a t-shirt displaying the latest blockbuster to hit cinemas and loose fitting jeans that looked to be a few years old with a tattered belt holding them up, Jess made a mental note that it looked like he used to be a “real fatty” and couldn't afford new clothes after looking his “blubber.” The guy on the right was the tallest, compared to Jess’s short stature this man looked like he could be 7ft, but in actuality he was more like 6’4.” His dark skin leaving his face a silhouette in the shadow of the sun. He was dressed in an expensive looking silk shirt and very stylish skinny jeans, he composed himself as a very camp man and was happy to show it, despite his lack of interest in the opposite sex he still enjoyed the show of 10 half naked girls running free from the House of GIFTS.

Jess quickly observed the three frat guys to see who she would be more comfortable paying to give her their shirt, she wrote off the tall gay guy first, despite how pretty and expensive his shirt looked their height difference would leave her tripping over the hem of it if she tried to walk while wearing it, plus the thought of wearing something from “his people” just sickened her, maybe if he were straight she would consider it, but his skin colour sealed the deal on her not wanting to engage. The guy in the middle was a write off too, she somewhat was impressed that he went from blob to buff, but anyone who wears clothing associated with nerdy crap would never be on her radar. That just left the short guy on the left.

Approaching the giddy frat boy she moved her right hand away from her exposed left breast, using her left arm in place to cover it, and reached into her back pocket where she produced a $100 bill. She handed it to the frat guy and told him, “Give me your shirt,” which was gratefully handed to her as he accepted the $100 for a shirt he paid $8 for from Walmart.

Jess had to uncover her chest to be able to put on the striped t-shirt, flashing the three guys in front of her for just a moment and now dressed she waved at the other nine pledges leaving the sorority house still topless with a condescending, “Ta ta bitched,” as she turned and headed for the café to order an absurdly complicated drink.

Alisha
(Authors note: This section will include some racist remarks, it is in no way how I think and am only trying to write a character to be as hateable as possible, if you have an issue with this then please let me know and I’ll remove it.)

Alisha, like most of the other girls cupping her breasts with her hands, ran up to Jess, her skirt blowing in the wind flashing her bare ass to the frat guys on the grass.

“Jessica,” she called out in her cute Indian accent, Jess stopped and turned to look up at the ethnic beauty with a condescending smile.
“Yes?” She smirked.
“Could you maybe… please… um.” She paused working to build the courage to ask Jess to loan her money to bribe one of the other frat guys for a shirt.
“Spit it out honey, I’m a busy lady.” Interrupted Jess, taking pleasure at the foreign girls embarrassment.
“Please loan me a little cash so I can get a shirt from one of those boys,” she motioned towards the trio Jess had just given money to.

Jess made a show of thinking about it, knowing damn well that she wasn’t going to help her, just stalling for time as the embarrassed Indian girl kept glancing around her at all of the eyes on her naked torso.
“No.” She said, dragging the word out like in an innocent tone.
“Why not?” Pleased Alisha.
“Interesting question,” Jess replied, “Mind if I ask a few of my own?” Alisha looked puzzled, after a moment of silence she nervously nodded and Jess went on to say, “Why did you come to my country when you could have stayed in yours and begged one of your dirty Indie n*****s to help you?” Alisha was at a complete loss for words at the blatant racism exhibited by Jess, and she was in no mood to stop now. “Why did you think a soon-to-be-highly-successful white girl would want to help a dark skinned cunt like you?” Anger now filling every faucet of Alisha, she was ready to murder the spoiled little racist bitch.

Jess was having too much fun talking down to Alisha that she didn’t even anticipate what was about to happen, she continued on her racist rant baring a wide smile and laughing as she continued to witness the shame and humiliation she brought on Alisha, loving it even more that she is the reason for it, “What in the world made you think…”

*SMACK*

The sound of Alisha’s hand connecting with Jess’s cheek echoed around the campus, the movement required to make the impact hurt had forced Alisha to move both of her hand away from her ample chest to get the momentum she needed, and the power behind it was so intense that Jess felt herself lift off of the ground and land hard on her pert ass.

Everything suddenly got really quiet, the half naked Indian Law student standing triumphantly over the spoiled acting student, tears of anger in her eyes as she stared at the tears of pain in Jess’s.

Jess was too afraid to move, not knowing how to react. Despite her attitude to everyone, no one ever had the courage to hit her before, the fear at what her rich father would be able to do to them was enough to keep their anger at bay when Jess went on her hate filled rants. Alisha leaned forward and spat on Jess before walking away, too distracted with her anger to think about covering her bare chest again, and her skirt still fluttering in the wind giving all of the spectators a good view of her whole bare body. She had completely forgot about her state of dress until making it back to her dorm room and glimpsing at herself in the mirror, tears of rage streaming down her face smudging her makeup, and her whole body feeling hot with the adrenalin of finally shutting that bitch up for once.

TO BE CONTINUED...