Page 15 of Claimed and Shamed

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Melissa and I approach Tricia, and I’m feeling a bit unsure about being at this particular rush event. What kind of game are we going to play?

Tricia greets us with a smile.

“Hey guys, I'm so glad you could make it,” she says.

“No problem! Thanks for inviting us!” Melissa responds for us, again, because I’m too busy looking around and trying to figure out what’s about to go down.

“Are you ready to play the game?” Tricia asks excitedly, gesturing towards the makeshift game area.

“Sure, why not?” I shrug.

What could possibly go wrong?

As Tricia leads us into the game space, I see all the Zeta Tau pledges are being paired with senior Elite members.

What new hell is this?

I start getting a weird feeling, but I decide to brush it off in favor of giving Hudson a big metaphorical middle finger. I decide to participate and Tricia walks me over to a pretty handsome guy, who is very tall.

“This is Brandon. Brandon meet Stephanie.” He looks me over as well and I can tell that he likes what he sees. He isn’t too hard on the eyes, so I don’t mind it that much.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he bites his lips and I smile shyly.

“Hey.”

“Alright, everyone should be paired up now!” Tricia looks at all of us. The Zeta Tau pledges are all standing in front of the Elite seniors we are paired with.

“The rules of the game are simple: Zeta Tau pledges, the Elite senior you have been paired with gets to touch you as much as they want. The last pledge to tap out, wins!”

All the girls gasp and all the Elite guys laugh, high fiving each other.

“Is anyone going to rescind their participation now that they have heard the rules?” Tricia teases.

Melissa and I look at each other. This seems to be just the type of thing Hudson and Sawyer were afraid would happen.

“It’s just a game right?” Melissa doesn’t seem completely sure, almost as if she's trying to convince herself as much as me.

A weird game for sure. But it doesn’t seem malicious. I nod at her and we stand our ground, as we watch other pledges walk out of the line while their Elite counterparts groan and follow suit.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace,” Brandon says.

“Oh, I never back down from a challenge. Do your worst.”

“Okay, but just remember you asked for it.” he smirked, clenching and unclenching his hands.

“Alright, we have our brave girls. Are you all ready?”

All of us nod.

“And go!”

Despite the oddness of the game, I can't help but feel a little thrill of excitement at the prospect of winning.

Brandon starts very nicely; I can tell he’s also trying to win. He starts with my hair, caressing it between his fingertips. Then, his hand moves to my cheek, his thumb brushing along my skin lightly.

After trailing down to my neck, and then my collarbone, he finally grabs my left breast. He squeezes it in his hand, not particularly roughly, but I look over and to my disappointment, Melissa is tapping out at the same thing.