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 �>�Megan -(TM)s Hazing by Hooked6

   Megan -(TM)s Hazing Chapter 1

   Poor Megan.  She was so excited about attending college!  It was her
first time away from home and she was so looking forward to being out from
under the rules of her strict mother.  Because of the date of her birthday
she actually started school earlier than most and as a result was only 17
at the time of her high school graduation  -" a fact that perhaps caused
her parents to hover over her as much as they did - she being much younger
than her peers.  University life offered her a chance for excitement and to
experience things she had only read about or dared to dream about.  Gone
would be the in-crowd cliques of her former high school and all those
bitches who thought they were better than everyone else.

   True, Megan had a conservative outlook on life and never really attended
parties or had much of a social life thanks to her parents, but she longed
to spread her wings and try new things.  Traveling away from home gave her
the perfect chance to be the kind of person she secretly wished to be. 
None of her former peers would be there and she could in essence take on
the persona of someone exciting and confident as opposed to the timid and
shy person she really was.

   The first thing she planned on doing was rushing for a sorority.  She
had heard such marvelous stories about the sisterhood  -" the support and
reassurance of  -�belonging -� to a select group and the camaraderie and
enduring friendships that lasted for life, not to mention the added
comforts of  -�house -� living as opposed to the cold and cramped dorms she
had seen on her orientation tour.  Of course, the party life was what she
really wanted to be a part of!  Being a sister in a Greek House was like an
automatic invitation to all the popular social gatherings.  She would
actually BE somebody for a change.

   True, she had heard about Rush week and the hazing that eventual pledges
were reportedly put through but that seemed like such a small price to pay
to prove she was worthy to be a sister.

   She had chosen Sigma Theta Chi.  This particular sorority wasn -(TM)t
known as being the wildest on campus but it had a great reputation both on
and off school grounds for doing many charitable functions in the community
which somehow justified the more decadent party-life that the sisters
seemed to be a part of.  Their Chapter house was off campus, a short walk
through the center of town to the university.  It was a beautiful old
Victorian-style house that appealed to Megan -(TM)s sense of order and
conservative character.  Yes, Sigma Theta Chi was the PERFECT organization
to rush for.

   Applying was easy.  She was actually welcomed by the sisters at the
house when she made her first enquiries.  They were all smiles and seemed
happy for some reason that she was interested.  This was something new for
Megan.  People generally didn -(TM)t take to her reserved personality right
away.  They gave her a tour of the house and were quite amicable towards
the young girl making her feel as though she had a good chance of making
the sorority.  Naturally there was talk of  -�earning -� the right to be a
member as not everyone was appropriate to be part of such a close-knit
group.  They also discussed her willingness to do community service and
chatted at length about her background and interests.  Megan for her part
extolled the virtues of her strict upbringing, figuring that would go a
long way towards impressing the girls that she was of good character and
moral fiber.

   Time passed slowly as she awaited word on her acceptance as a pledge. 
She began to wish that she had rushed for other sororities instead of
placing her eggs all in the one basket of Sigma Theta Chi.  She tried
convincing herself that she had done the right thing as she figured it
would look as though she wasn -(TM)t truly dedicated to her chosen sorority
by rushing for more than one.  In fact she wasn -(TM)t even sure if that
was even legal, so little did she know of Greek life.

   A mild form of depression set in.  Megan began to think that things
weren -(TM)t going to be different at University after all.  Just when she
had decided that she wasn -(TM)t going to be selected, a note was delivered
by an anonymous person congratulating her on being made pledge on the
unanimous vote of all the sisters!  Imagine - she was selected by ALL of
the girls!  Megan was ecstatic.  It was as though she had just received all
her Christmas presents all at once.  That note reaffirmed what she had
thought all along  -" that she wasn -(TM)t really unpopular or a nerd.  She
just had just been surrounded by a bunch of mean-spirited losers in high
school.

   The note advised her of a private and secret ceremony at the quadrangle
near one of the dorms on campus Friday night at 10:00pm.  She was told to
not to say anything to anyone about her selection and not to bring anything
with her  -" especially a purse or a camera, but just to wear the clothes
on her back.

   Megan must have read that note a hundred times.  She couldn -(TM)t
believe it.  She was actually going to be a part of Greek life!  This was
the BEST thing that had ever happened to her.  It seemed like forever for
Friday to roll around.  In fact she was so excited that she hardly slept at
all that entire week  -" something that played havoc with her coursework.

   True to her instructions she refrained from telling anybody about her
good news.  When the big day finally arrived she had the dickens of a time
trying to select what outfit to wear.  After all, she wanted to make a good
first impression.  She wanted to look trendy, but not too trendy so as to
show up the sisters.  She wanted to dress a little formal as this was
indeed a big occasion for her, yet wear something comfortable not stuffy.
She dared not insult the solemnity of the ritual ceremony either by wearing
something too casual like her favorite jeans and a T-shirt.  No, this
decision needed careful thought.

   Making such a weighted decision was not Megan -(TM)s forte.  She must
have tried on and trashed at least two dozen outfits before making her
final choice  -" a simple blue dress that came to the knee.  This dress was
the most expensive thing Megan owned and she was proud of it.  She had
received many compliments about how good that dress made her look.  It was
also her lucky dress.  It was the dress she had worn when she was asked on
her first  -" and only  -" date in high school.  It was also the outfit she
had on when she received her first  -" and only  -" kiss from a boy.  It
seemed natural then that this lucky outfit be the one she wore to the best
thing that ever happened to her.  She also spent about an hour doing her
hair and applying just the right amount of make-up.  In her mind she looked
FABULOUS!

   She proudly walked across campus to the designated quad.  She had
scouted out the location a dozen times during the week just to be sure that
she knew where it was and how long it would take to get there.  Megan didn
-(TM)t own a car and had to walk pretty much everywhere, which is why the
sorority house was perfect for her to live in as it was just a short walk
through the quaint but busy little town where the University was located.

   Megan arrived promptly at 10:00pm.  She made her way to the designated
spot but saw no one else.  She hurriedly re-checked the note she had
received just to be sure she hadn -(TM)t made a mistake.  It wouldn -(TM)t
do to be late for something as important as this, so mistakes were not an
option.  She was expecting at least to find other pledges in the quad when
she arrived but the quad was dark and empty.  She had no idea if there WERE
other pledges or how many actually had been invited.  Maybe, she thought,
just maybe each candidate had their own ceremony.  Megan began to get
nervous and panic began to set in.  What if she was in the wrong spot? 
What if the note was meant for another Megan and was delivered to her by
mistake?  What if . . .

   Just then an outside door opened from one of the dorm buildings
surrounding the quad and a slow procession of girls exited the building,
each carrying a candle as they chanted the sorority creed.  It was
beautiful!  There was no mistake!  Megan was in the right place after all
and this was really happening!!  It was all Megan could do to keep from
squealing with excitement!  If only those bitches from her high school
could see her now!

   The girls encircled Megan in a ring of firelight from the candles they
were holding.  It was all so surreal and so lovely.  Finally one of the
girls spoke up,  -�So you worthless form of human scum, do you really think
you can be one of us? -� She said that quite menacingly as the other girls
looked on and laughed.  Poor Megan didn -(TM)t know what to make of it. 
Why was she treating her this way?  Everyone was so nice and friendly
before, now they were all laughing at her.  It was clear this girl was
waiting for an answer.

    -�Um . . . -� Megan spoke up timidly,  -�yes, I can be one of you. -�
Her voice was unsteady and unsure.

    -�YOU? -� the same girl barked loudly,  -�YOU think you have what it
takes to be a member of the greatest most notable sorority on campus?  YOU
think you are WORTHY to join our select group?  Just look at you!  Look at
that ridiculous outfit you have on.  Why it looks like something a total
slut would wear not something that rocks like you were a member of an elite
sorority. -�

    -�You -(TM)re out of your league girly-girl, -� another sister shouted
mockingly.

    -�But . . .  it -(TM)s my lucky dress, -� Megan argued.

    -�Lucky?  Honey you -(TM)d never get lucky in THAT thing. -� All the
girls were laughing and making fun of Megan as they began slowly closing
circle that surrounded her.  It was like high school all over again!  Megan
felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes.  Why are they doing this to
her.  She began to feel very small and wanted to forget the whole thing and
just run away but the sisters were blocking her path.  Megan just stood
there, swallowing her pride and endured her humiliation.  What else was
there to do?  Clearly this had all been a joke.  Clearly they never
intended on letting her join.  When confronting a bully Megan had found it
best just to let them have their fun and they would soon tire of it.

    -�Look at this rag you -(TM)ve got on.  Why the material is so cheap it
-(TM)s a miracle it hasn -(TM)t torn . . .  oops! -� a sister said as she
reached out a tore a piece of her dress causing hysterical laughter among
the rest.

    -�Yeah, look at this cheap material, -� another said as she too
wretched another piece of cloth away from her shoulders.  Megan -(TM)s
favorite dress was slowly being stripped right off her body!  It started
slowly but soon turned into a frenzy and before she knew it her favorite
lucky dress was laying on the ground in several pieces leaving Megan
standing there in just her dark black bra and light colored panties.

    -�There -(TM)s only one thing to do with this old rag . . .  BURN IT!
-� someone teased.  Another girl tossed what smelled like whisky onto the
dress and another girl dropped her candle onto the pile and in a flash
Megan -(TM)s clothes rose up in flames!

   The sisters all laughed as they watched the remnants burn into ashes.

    -�Didn -(TM)t you clean up before coming to this ceremony?  How DARE
you show up without taking a bath? -�

    -�What?  I did so take a shower! -� Megan protested to no avail.  The
girls began pouring water over her head from their water bottles they had
with them totally soaking the poor girl until her clothes were completely
see through.

   Everyone was mocking and laughing at poor Megan as she just stood there
trying not to let them know how much what they were doing bothered her.

    -�Check out that bod of hers, girls.  Miss little tits here needs some
help up top, don -(TM)t you think?  And those panties she -(TM)s wearing 
-" they -(TM)re so skimpy all you see is her hips.  I -(TM)ll bet she never
shaves either. -� They were all criticizing her body and how she looked. 
They made fun of her make-up and her hair which someone even wrapped it up
and tied in a bun so they wouldn -(TM)t have to look at it.  The water
treatment she had suffered caused her carefully applied mascara to run down
her cheeks.   -�She looks like a two-bit whore, -� another called out. 
Megan had had enough.  She was about to explode into a fit of anger.

   Finally the tall girl said excitedly,  -�Looks like we have a winner! -�

    -�Huh?  What do you mean? -� Megan asked now totally confused.

    -�Welcome to the Sorority, pledge Megan.  You did well! -�

    -�What? -� Megan asked obviously totally disoriented.   -�You mean . .
. -�

    -�Yes, Pledge Megan, you have passed the first step toward sisterhood.
You proved tonight that you can take it.  Every member of Sigma Theta Chi
has to pay her dues.  As a Pledge you are at the bottom of the pecking
order.  You, my dear are the lowest of the low and will be treated
accordingly.  You must work your way up over time to become a real sister.
During the next month you will have to prove that you are capable of doing
what is asked of you.  You must do this without hesitation or compliant. 
Failure is NOT an option.  If you pass and are voted into full sisterhood
you will be inducted into the sorority with full honors.  Are you willing
to accept the challenge? -�

    -�YES!! -� Megan squealed at the top of her lungs.   -�ABSOLUTELY! -�

    -�Of course everything that happens as part of this process is totally
secret.  You cannot let anyone know what you are doing or why.  We will
disavow any knowledge of your actions, not to mention that you will be
immediately struck off if it comes to our attention that you mentioned this
process to anyone, is that understood? -�

    -�Yes, most definitely.  I won -(TM)t breathe a word. -�

    -�Good, -� the senior girl said as the others began making their way
into the building.   -�See you back at the Chapter house.  Don -(TM)t
dawdle.  We will be expecting you. -�

    -�Okay!  I -(TM)ll be there, -� Megan excitedly.   -�Wait!  How am I
going to get there?  I don -(TM)t have any clothes.  Is someone going to
give me a ride? -�

    -�Ride? -� the girls laughed.   -�You -(TM)re not a member yet sweetie,
just a pledge.  You can -(TM)t ride with us.  It -(TM)s not allowed.  You
-(TM)re the lowest of the low, remember?  It -(TM)s not far, just a short
walk through town.  You -(TM)d better hurry though, as we -(TM)ll be
expecting you in half an hour.  Oh, and don -(TM)t get caught by the Campus
police.  They frown on this sort of thing.  Bye sweetie. -�

   With that they closed the door leaving poor Megan standing in the dark,
soaking wet in see-through underwear.

   Then the full weight of what she was expected to do dawned on her!  She
had to walk right through the heart of town in just her bra and panties in
order to get to the Chapter house on time.  There would be no time to play
it safe and hide or take the long way through campus.  In all likelihood
she -(TM)d be seen by dozens of people.  How humiliating!  She had never
done anything like that in her life!

   She began to wonder if she could even do it!  Even her bathing suit was
a conservative one-piece that showed very little skin.  She would just die
if people saw her in her wet bra and panties!  Could she really walk
through the heart of town in her underwear?

   Nervously she set out on foot trying not to draw attention to herself by
running.  She was ever so nervous and embarrassed as the first car, a pizza
delivery vehicle, drove past her, the driver slowing as he spotted her
nearly naked form on the sidewalk.  Ten blocks and three traffic lights to
go!

   All Megan could think about was how suddenly the girls had turned on her
and how good they were at humiliating her.  She began to wonder if they
just wanted to pick on her just for the fun of it and that maybe this whole
sorority pledge thing was just a sham.  Anger and doubt crept into her mind
as she walked along.  This was so embarrassing.  People were looking at her
and laughing as she walked along with her arms crossed around her chest.

   Suddenly she spotted a girl she recognized from class with her
smartphone in hand.  She was making a movie of her!!   -�HEY MEGAN . . . 
TAG! -� she shouted.   -�See you on Facebook! -� Could this night GET any
worse?

   As she walked along tortured by her thoughts, Megan discovered something
else as she pondered her situation  -" she was wet  -" excited sexually as
she never had been before!  She discovered that she liked being humiliated
and exposed.  If this is what hell-week was like she was all for it!



   Megan -(TM)s Hazing Chapter 2

   Megan managed to make her way in her bra and panties through town and to
the Sorority House, embarrassed but without major incident.  She climbed
the wooden stairs that led to the porch and finding that the front door was
locked she did the next logical thing and knocked.

   No one answered.  She peered into the full length, etched-glass window
next to the magnificent wooden door of the Victorian-styled house and
though the place was basically dark, she did detect a light on down the
hallway but she could see no activity inside.  Perhaps they didn -(TM)t
hear her, she thought to herself, so she knocked again.  Still no one
answered her call.  She spotted a brass bell hanging next to the door and
pulled the cord several times thinking that its sound might carry better
throughout the place possibly alerting someone that she was outside. 
Several nervous attempts at pulling the cord yielded no results.

   Perhaps they were out back.  After all it was a nice evening.  Perhaps
the sisters and the other pledges were assembling in the courtyard at the
rear of the house.  It seemed logical so Megan made her way along the side
of the building and, upon reaching the backyard alas found it empty.

   Megan began to get a little apprehensive.  Surely they would have made
it back to the Chapter House before she did.  They had a car while she had
to make her way on foot.  Megan even went out to the front yard to double
check the sign hanging over the porch just to be sure she had the right
place.  There it was in perfect Gothic calligraphy  -�Sigma Theta Chi. -�
She had the correct place.

   She tried reassuring herself that she previously had the same doubts
about being at the correct place at the quad earlier that evening yet
things worked out as they were supposed to.  She finally convinced herself
that the Sisters must have had other pledges to see elsewhere and those
events must be taking longer than the Sisters thought they would.  She
would just have to make the best of things and wait, which wouldn -(TM)t
have been so awkward had she been fully dressed.  Perhaps this was all part
of the tests they had mentioned like all that taunting and the humiliating
insults they hurled at her during the candlelight ceremony.  Megan, like
she had unwittingly done before, made up her mind the past this test as
well.  She DESPERATELY wanted to make this sorority.

   She made her way back onto the front porch and, seeing a hanging porch
swing off to the left she decided just to wait.  She was nervous about
being in her underwear but at least she would be relatively hidden in the
shadows away from the prying eyes of any passersby as she awaited the
others.  As she plopped onto the swing her feet kicked something
underneath. Peering down she saw a small, thin, rectangular box that she
hadn -(TM)t noticed before.  She picked it up and upon bringing it up to
her lap saw her name, MEGAN WINTHROP, on an envelope attached to the box.
There was no mistaking that the box might have been for someone else as it
had her complete name on it.

   She opened the envelope and the handwritten note said,  -�Megan, Sorry
we couldn -(TM)t meet you.  We forgot we had a gathering to go to.  Please
join us.  The box contains a dress that should fit you.  Put it on.  The
box also contains a small purse  -" DO NOT OPEN THE PURSE.  Once you are
dressed go to the 4th street commuter train station  -" three blocks down
from the Chapter house.  When you reach the station make your way down the
stairs and go to the center of the platform, open the purse and follow the
directions contained inside TO THE LETTER.   -� The note was signed, 
-�Stephanie, your Pledge Mistress. -�

   Megan opened the box and to her delight found a rather nice looking
sundress.  Eager to join the others she hurriedly put it on.  As she looked
down it appeared to fit her quite well, flattering her figure nicely so she
grabbed the small purse, tossed it over her shoulder and headed out towards
the commuter rail train station.

   The fact that the sisters chose the train station as a meeting place
made perfect sense to Megan.  The campus was quite a distance from the next
biggest city where all the trendy bars and popular nightlife hot spots were
located  -" yet these were all within a short and cheap train ride from
campus.  The town that immediately surrounded the university was too small
to attract such businesses so she figured the Sisters were going to travel
to the city to party.  Megan was so excited that, even though they told her
she was now the lowest of the low, she was already being asked to do things
with the  -�in-crowd. -�

   She practically ran the few blocks to Fourth Street and hurried down the
stairs.   -�Holy cow  -" look at all the people! -� Megan muttered to
herself.  The place was packed, which after some thought also made sense as
it WAS Friday night  -" the prime party day of the week!   -�How in the
world am I going to find my Sisters in the mass of humanity? -� she
wondered as she tried ever so slowly slithering through the crowd to make
her way to the center of the platform as she had been instructed.

   Upon reaching the appointed spot she tried to look around for Stephanie
but there were so many bodies milling around she had a hard time
recognizing anyone.   -�STEPHANIE! -� she cried out at the top of her voice
hopping to attract her attention from the midst of the crowd, but there was
no answer.  She looked around again hoping to recognize a familiar face.  
-�STEPHANIE . . .  OVER HERE! -� she hollered waving her arms in the air
desperately hoping she would spot her.  Surely they wouldn -(TM)t have left
her after going to all that trouble of leaving her a note and a pretty
dress to party in . . .  would they?

   Suddenly she remembered the purse!  The instructions had said she was to
open the purse after reaching the center of the platform.  Maybe there were
further directions on where to meet them inside.  She hurriedly undid the
clasp on the purse and found another note.   -�Megan.  Congratulations on
making it this far.  If you want to prove your commitment to our Sorority
and further demonstrate that you are worthy of Sisterhood, you must help me
with my art project.  Strip off ALL your clothes and drop them on the
platform.  Do it now.  Inside the purse there is a box of magic markers of
various colors.  Once you are naked, pass these out among the crowd, extend
your arms and stand there.  I -(TM)ll do the rest.  Any hesitation will be
viewed negatively.  Remember, we are watching. -�

   Megan about fainted!  They couldn -(TM)t be serious!  Walking around the
small town in her wet underwear was totally humiliating.  Stripping naked
in front of all these college kids  -" people she would likely see around
campus again and again - would be mortifying!  She wasn -(TM)t sure she
could do it!  Her mouth got totally dry as she looked around the station
once again, perhaps hoping she -(TM)d spot a member of the sorority and
they would tell her this was all a joke.

   Suddenly an official-sounding, male voice blared from the overhead
speakers, breaking the low indistinguishable mumble of those on the
platform.   -�Attention passengers.  Please direct your attention to the
center of Platform A.  Megan Winthrop needs your help with an art project
her Sorority is sponsoring.  Any assistance would be appreciated.  Thank
you. -�

    -�OMG!! -� Megan -(TM)s inner voice screamed inside her head at hearing
her name being announced on the loudspeaker!  It was Do or Die time.  There
was no turning back.  She could run away, leaving her chances of making the
sorority behind, or she could man-up as they say and prove that she could 
-�hang -� with the elite party crowd.

   People on the platform began looking around the station, apparently
trying to find this  -�Megan Winthrop -� person the announcer spoke about.
Time was running short.  Hesitation would be viewed negatively, she
recalled.  Megan took a deep breath and yanked off her dress and tossed it
on the ground.

   People noticed.  BOY, did they notice!

   Ashamed of her less than prominent breasts, her panties were next
exposing her pelvis to the crowd, which was now totally focused on what she
was doing.  The noise level in the station began to grow with a certain
energy only making it harder for Megan to go through with what she had
started.  Reluctantly, her black bra soon followed leaving her completely
naked surrounded by her fellow students.  The fact that she didn -(TM)t
shave was glaringly obvious to everyone who looked at her  -" something she
was very embarrassed about.  Her secret was out.  She had meant to shave .
. .  someday perhaps . . .  but she never expected to be naked in such a
public place . . .  so soon anyway!

   Megan nervously began handing out the colored markers  -" girls, boys,
young and old  -" to anyone who would accept the writing instruments.  She
then stood back as the crowd encircled her, closed her eyes and extended
her arms.  The first touch of a wet marker on her bare skin shocked her so
much it almost took her breath away and she immediately opened her eyes to
see who the brave soul was that started things rolling.  It was Stephanie,
her Pledge Mistress!  At least this wasn -(TM)t all for naught.  The
Sisters were here after all!

   Megan -(TM)s legs grew week as flashes from dozens of smartphone cameras
went off from all over the room recording for the whole world her naked and
exposed flesh.

   Soon others began drawing on her body  -" ALL over her body  -" her arms
and legs, her breasts and buttocks and yes, even between her legs!  The
sensation was INCREDIBLE!!!  She had never felt anything so erotic and so
sensual in all her life!!  It was an IMMEDIATE turn-on and her arousal was
instant and copious.  Megan began to forget about her humiliation and
started to enjoy herself - that is until she saw some girl with a video
camera jockeying for a better position from which to record!!  She shrieked
in horror but people kept on scribbling.  One boy even apologized figuring
he had touched some inappropriate place with his marker.  He had of course,
and he kept on doodling on her labia when Megan appeared to ignore his
admission of guilt.  Another boy even drew around her pubic hair adding his
own creative take on her private parts.

   Soon Megan -(TM)s body was almost completely covered with graffiti. 
There were messages, words, flowers, and even numbers and mathematical
formulas along with unrecognizable scribbles, all coming together as one
unique design on her body canvas.  As she looked down she wondered how she
was going to get it all off.  Still, she had to admire how unusually
artistic and colorful this mess actually appeared.  She looked over at
Stephanie, who smiled and appeared pleased with Megan -(TM)s submission to
-�the rules. -� That smile came as a great consolation to her, which she
took as her chances having just improved for ultimately obtaining full
Sisterhood.  All the humiliation that was certain to follow later when word
of this spread around campus would surely be worth it if she reached her
goal!

   After a few more moments, Stephanie grabbed Megan -(TM)s arm and led her
against a wall.   -�Anyone who wants a photograph, feel free to take it
now! -� she shouted.  Standing against the wall far away from the
previously encircling crowd left her more exposed than ever!  Anyone in the
station could see an unobstructed view of her recently adorned yet
completely naked body!  New passengers continued to enter the station not
having witnessed her decoration and began adding to the excitement.  Megan,
who by now was clearly relishing her time in the spotlight, beckoned others
to join her against the wall.  Several Sorority Sisters came over and posed
with her as others took photos.  Soon several guys came over and also posed
for pictures with the pledge  -" some even making lewd gestures with their
fingers.  Suddenly Megan was the center of attention.  For the first time
in her life she was popular!  Nudity can do that you know when you are
reasonably attractive  -" make you popular that is  -" at least for a
moment.

   After literally hundreds of snapshots were made, Stephanie dismissed the
crowd thanking them for their help.

    -�You were magnificent, Megan, -� Stephanie exclaimed with pride.   -�I
didn -(TM)t think you had it in you. -�

    -�Thank you, Sister, -� Megan beamed with pride.  Truth-be-told, Megan
didn -(TM)t think she had it in her either!

   Megan began looking around for her dress and undergarments but they were
nowhere to be found.   -�MY CLOTHES! -� Megan screamed.   -�They -(TM)re
gone! -�

    -�Someone must have taken them as a souvenir, -� Stephanie said with a
certain mischievous tone in her voice.   -�No matter.  You couldn -(TM)t
wear them anyway. -�

    -�What do you mean? -�

    -�I told you in the note.  You are my art project.  You can -(TM)t wear
clothes until my professor sees this. -�

    -�What?! -�

    -�Yes, my grade depends on my originality.  You, my dear pledge, are my
interpretive, multi-media, living art project.  Now let -(TM)s get a move
on. -�

   Megan was confused.  This was all too much to take in.  She was naked,
covered in graffiti and had to show some art professor her body?!   -�Where
are we going? -�

    -�I told you, my art professor.  We are expected. -� Stephanie suddenly
realized that they were headed towards the stairs which led out into the
street.

    -�I can -(TM)t go like this!! -�



   Megan -(TM)s Hazing Chapter 3

   All too soon Megan was once again out on the street, only this time
completely naked, being escorted by Stephanie, her Pledge Mistress, and
several other Sorority Sisters.

    -�You mean we have to WALK?! -� Megan exclaimed nervously as they
headed down the sidewalk back towards town.   -�Can -(TM)t we take a car?!
-�

   Stephanie laughed and said,  -�No, you silly thing.  I can -(TM)t have
my grade reduced because you smudged my art project by sitting in a car
seat.  No, you -(TM)ll just have to grin and bare it. -� Stephanie -(TM)s
comment caused the other Sisters to laugh out loud.

   Megan was afraid to protest further lest she ruin her chances of making
it into Full Sisterhood.  She had come so far this evening she just couldn
-(TM)t take a chance by saying something to nullify all her accomplishments
that she endured so far for such a good cause.

   Once again cars passed by on the street honking their horns and flashing
their lights as they spotted the naked coed walking along.  Megan felt her
face flushed with heat and she just knew it was beet-red from
embarrassment. Of course her Sisters were only too happy to draw attention
to the passersby by shouting and waving their arms wildly pointing at Megan
causing her to cringe and try to cover up without actually touching herself
lest she ruined the  -�art. -� All she could tell herself to keep from
passing out from sheer fright was the fact that this hazing would
eventually be over and she would then be one of the  -�popular -� girls.

   After several blocks they headed up a walkway towards an ornate,
two-story red brick house.

    -�We -(TM)re here! -� Stephanie said with pride.   -�I can -(TM)t wait
to show you off. -� As the Pledge Mistress rang the doorbell, all Megan
could think about was getting into trouble with the faculty.  She could not
afford to lose her scholarship by being kicked out of the University over a
silly prank.  What would she tell her parents?!

   As the doorbell rang the second time, Megan noticed all the cars in the
driveway and those parked in front of the house.  How could she have missed
that many cars?  At the same time she heard voices, LOTS of voices from
inside the house.  People were laughing and carrying on and there was the
distinct sound of popular music emanating from deep within the confines of
the home.  Before Megan could come to grips with the situation, the door
opened.

    -�Oh . . . -� a smartly dressed woman who appeared to be in her
thirties said quite casually as she looked Megan over from head to toe.  
-�I see you made it after all.  I said your project was due today and today
officially ends at midnight which is twenty minutes from now.  You -(TM)re
cutting awfully close, Stephanie. -�

    -�Sorry, Professor Stanlin.  It took longer than I anticipated.  But we
are here now and I -(TM)m ready to defend my project if that is still okay.
-� The tone in Stephanie -(TM)s voice was no longer confident but was
rather subdued and had a distinctly serious quality about it.  This was
definitely no mere college prank.  Megan was sure of that.

    -�I suppose, -� the prof replied with a sigh.   -�It -(TM)s terribly
inconvenient just now.  I -(TM)m entertaining some guests.  I can -(TM)t
abandon my duties as host just to accommodate your lack of planning. 
Still, after seeing this creature here you have my curiosity aroused so I
-(TM)ll make an allowance JUST THIS ONCE, understand? -� Stephanie silently
nodded her head as she broke into a small smile of relief.   -�I can -(TM)t
leave my guests alone, however, so you -(TM)ll just have to present this .
. .  co-called project of yours to all of them . . .  and Stephanie, -� she
said in a cautionary manner,  -�This had BETTER be good. -� The professor
then turned and strolled airily into the house motioning with her finger
over her shoulder as if to say,  -�Follow me, please. -�

   Megan hesitated following the professor into the house.  A little
helpful shove from one of the Sisters effectively made her take the first
few steps into the foyer.   -�Come on . . .  come on, I haven -(TM)t got
all night, -� Professor Stanlin said a bit put out.

   As they rounded the hallway and entered the great room, dozens of guests
were seated or milling around all with drinks in hand carrying on a myriad
of convivial discussions.  All conversation stopped when they noticed the
naked, graffiti-covered girl in their midst.  Megan felt a huge lump
growing in her throat that seemed to be threatening her ability to swallow
or breathe.

    -�Sorry to interrupt your evening like this, but one of my students has
just turned in her art project . . .  at the last possible moment, mind you
. . .  but, no matter . . .  I -(TM)ve given her leave to present her
project and defend its purpose and I thought you might help me by observing
her presentation. -�

   The guests all nodded their approval and began making themselves
comfortable by rearranging chairs around the room.  Megan was trembling at
the very thought of what might happen and her thoughts were anything but
positive.

    -�Okay, Stephanie, the world is your oyster, -� the Prof said and added
with a little bit of sarcasm,  -�Dazzle us, will you, with your effort.  We
-(TM)re waiting . . .   -�

   Stephanie went front and center of the room and cleared her throat and
with a little trepidation began speaking.   -�What is art?  Well, it is
different things to different people.  What pleases the eye to one
individual appears ugly to another.  The human form has long been held as
innately artistic  -"especially the female form, though the male physique
has also been held in high regard among certain cultures.  But even the
human paradigm has changed over the centuries varying from the robust
specimens of the Rubenesque style of the Baroque period to the currently
embraced, skinny, flat-chested almost, anorexic models of the post-modern
period such as we have here, -� she said as she pointed at Megan -(TM)s
boobs with a smirk, eliciting a few chuckles from the guests.   -�My goal
for this assignment was to combine all the forms of creative expression
into one representative piece  -" form and substance; concrete to the
abstract.

    -�As you can see here etched upon her skin there are a variety of
expressions: mathematical notations reflecting science as  -~art; -(TM)
erotic depictions such as this graphically depicted phallus rising from her
pubic hair along with colorful symbols found in nature like this
artistically drawn Sun on her left boob. -�

   Everyone laughed outright as Stephanie continued to casually point to
various areas of her body, subtly teasing both Megan and the audience with
her antics all the while trying to sound scholarly.  Admittedly some of the
points she was making were indeed purely academic but this was all but lost
on the audience as she playfully pulled at Megan -(TM)s body tugging at her
nipples to allow a better view of some illustration or another, turning her
this way and that, bending her over ostensibly to point out some markings
that just happened to be located near some very explicit and well-seen
sexual anatomy.  Her tongue-in-cheek references were entertaining as well
as being pseudo-educational and the guests loved it.  They were obviously
already in  -�party-mode -� long before Stephanie -(TM)s arrival and this
little presentation was the icing on the cake.  Megan wasn -(TM)t so sure
about the Professor, however, who seemed to consistently portray a
stone-cold expression that was hard to read.

   The defense of her project went on for some time all the while
humiliating Megan in ever-more clever and embarrassing ways in front of
this room full of strangers.  The Sisters were laughing themselves silly,
the guests were hanging on every word that Stephanie uttered but the
professor just sat there without expression or movement.

   Finally as Stephanie was about to wrap things up, Professor Stanlin
interrupted her and brought her presentation to an abrupt halt with one
single word,  -�Trite. -�

    -�Trite? -� Stephanie repeated obviously confused.

    -�Yes, TRITE, as in overused and consequently of little import; lacking
originality or freshness.  Trite  -" that about sums up what you have
presented so far. -�

   The room suddenly got deafeningly silent.  Stephanie appeared
dumbfounded.   -�How could this be, -� she thought after all the planning
she had put into this.

    -�Unless you have something more substantial to add to this
presentation I fear I must give you a failing mark for this assignment.  If
you don -(TM)t, I see no need to continue this little antic any further. -�

   Megan began to panic.  The Professor obviously had seen through her
Pledge Mistress -(TM) little charade.  Thoughts of her getting turned out
of the University started filling her head and fear was about to overtake
common sense.  Stephanie, however, was a wise and clever student, not one
to be outmaneuvered.  She hadn -(TM)t become the most important figure in
her Sorority by accident.  With total confidence she spoke up as if she was
annoyed by the interruption and continued bluntly,  -�I was just about to
get to that IF you will bear with me for a moment longer.  The conclusion
is the most essential part of my project.  May I continue? -�

   The Prof crossed her arms in front of her chest and replied mockingly, 
-�Oh by all means, astonish us with your brilliance.  Pray continue. -�

   Stephanie took a step back and whispered something into the ears of her
fellow Sisters who then quickly left the room.  A moment later they
returned with what appeared to be a couple of ordinary buckets.   -�If I
may prevail upon your kind indulgence for a moment longer, I -(TM)d like to
ask that we all adjourn outside to the front lawn and I promise I will
finish shortly. -�

   The Professor was not amused but her guests seemed enthusiastic about
seeing the rest of her project as they all got up and began heading out the
front door.  Staying behind or intruding would have made the Prof seem a
poor host after imposing on her guests by allowing the presentation in the
first place so she got up and followed the rest outside.

   Once everyone was assembled, Stephanie grabbed a bucket and continued, 
-�For this next part I will need a volunteer . . .  Professor, could I
prevail upon your good offices for some help? -�

   As the Prof hesitated for a moment a male voice in the back of the crowd
shouted out,  -�Go on Betty.  Help the poor girl out.  I -(TM)ll do it if
you don -(TM)t. -� His comment elicited a chorus of encouragement from her
guests to the point that she felt she had no choice.

   Stephanie put her hand into the buckets and pulled out a wet soapy
sponge and handed it to her instructor.

    -�Just what am I supposed to do with this, -� a flippant Prof asked?

    -�You hold in your hand a great power, -� Stephanie said in a very
animated manner.   -�Like many Kings, Dictators and Religious leaders the
world over you can change the world.  This seemingly simple thing you now
possess is the key to my project.  Please, I humbly ask that you wipe this
magical and highly potent secret solution all over Megan here and watch the
most amazing thing happen right before your eyes.  I promise that there
will really be a profound effect easily seen by all and anticipated by nary
a soul. -�

   The professor shrugged her shoulders and much to the delight of the
crowd she began rubbing the wet sponge over Megan -(TM)s upper chest. 
Megan jumped at the sensation of the cool liquid on her skin and winced
when the lady began rubbing it over her breasts and now sensitive nipples
as well.

    -�Look, -� someone shouted, all the colors are blending together. -�
Others murmured their approval clearly anticipating something wonderful was
about to happen.

    -�Keep rubbing, -� Stephanie instructed.   -�That -(TM)s it get her wet
all over her body.  Don -(TM)t stop now.  Use more of this potent solution.
Get everywhere, front and back and don -(TM)t forget between her legs and
under her arms. -�

   Seeing the embarrassment of the poor student in front of her, clearly at
her mercy, coupled with the fact that her curiosity had been piqued by what
Stephanie was on about drove her to enthusiastically carry out her assigned
task.  Megan -(TM)s nipples grew even harder and her audible gasps of
pleasure and excitement titillated the crowd causing them to really get
into the action.  They verbally expressed their delight and literally
cheered Betty onward.  Clearly the Professor was getting into her role as
she had never been one to avoid the spotlight or in fact avoid any possible
moment of fame.  She rubbed harder on tender spots and playfully over
private spots which she gave extra-special attention.  Each time that she
made Megan blush the guests all cheered.

   Megan for her part was totally humiliated and wanted to run far, far
away from all these crazy people yet her deep desire to be popular kept her
in place, enduring what few girls would ever endure  -" being made a naked
spectacle of herself.

   Finally when she was scrubbed front to back, upside and underneath, the
Professor stood back as if waiting for something spectacular to happen
right before her eyes . . .  but nothing did.  Megan just stood there naked
in front of everyone, wet and shivering- clearly aroused and nervous as the
others ogled her body.  Her discomfort was palpable and intoxicating to the
crowd but still nothing magical appeared.

    -�I thought this solution was supposed to be powerful and something
truly compelling was supposed to happen.  I don -(TM)t get it. -�

    -�Oh, but something compelling DID happen.  You, my dear professor,
held the power of success or failure in your hands, you alone wielding the
fate of my art.  Wielding it, you totally destroyed my creation forever! 
Yes, my friends, just like the Nazi -(TM)s were cheered , just as you my
friends cheered your host, these evil men of power caused many creative and
artful books to be burned because they were deemed NOT acceptable or
pleasing; yes, like many barbarian conquerors throughout history who
thought the priceless and revered artworks of certain cultures were nothing
more than trash and demolished them forever like pieces of garbage; and
just like developers of today that bulldoze beautiful and irreplaceable
historical buildings because they fail to appreciate their value, YOU, my
learned Professor, deeming my creative and expressive work of art as TRITE,
took it upon yourself to destroy it for all time, never again to be
replicated or appreciated by others.  My conclusion is self-evident: that
art is fleeting.  Care should be taken to learn to see and appreciate art
for art -(TM)s sake and not rush to judgment over what it means as a whole.
Art is beyond definition and should never be limited or censored based on
one person -(TM)s judgment or moral or intellectual compass.  Failure to
appreciate art for art -(TM)s sake robs us all and makes us lessor as a
culture.  That is the point of my project - quod erat demonstrandum.  Thank
you for your kind attention. -�

   The guests were stunned at what they had just heard and awkward silence
filled the air until a person in the back started clapping, then another,
then yet another until everyone was applauding.  Even Professor Stanlin was
clapping.   -�Quite remarkable!  I misjudged you, Stephanie Abrams.  High
marks for creativity.  Well done! -� Megan was then invited to join the
rest back inside as the party continued - still naked and still quite
aroused.



   Megan -(TM)s Hazing Chapter 4

   Megan spent at least another hour being chatted up by those in
attendance at the Professor -(TM)s Party.  She felt awkward and embarrassed
but at the same time something of a celebrity.  Everyone it seemed wanted
to speak with her  -" especially the men.  Many wanted to know if she was
an art major whiles others were curious as to how she felt having her
Sorority Sisters using markers all over her body.  When the guests found
out how her body-art was REALLY created they were even more impressed -
especially when they learned that there was a video recording it all. 
Several begged to see it.  Stephanie feigned ignorance about the video but
stated that it wouldn -(TM)t surprise her if someone at the station in fact
had recorded the event.  Of course she was smiling as she stated that.

   When it was time to leave, Stephanie walked Megan outside and thanked
her for her help and was quite aloof as she left.   -�Well . . .  see you
around, I guess.  Bye. -� With that the girls unceremoniously left her on
the sidewalk as they headed back towards the Sorority house whispering and
giggling amongst each other the whole time.

    -�Hey!  Wait a minute! -� Megan called out,  -�You can -(TM)t just
leave me here like this!  I don -(TM)t have any clothes! -� Her pleas fell
on deaf ears as the girls just kept walking into the darkness.  Even though
Megan had just spent the past hour or so naked in a room full of strangers
at least there had been some logical and plausible reason for her nudity -
she was an art project being displayed among academics.  Walking home alone
and naked was only asking for trouble.

   She really had no choice.  She couldn -(TM)t just hang out on the
Professor -(TM)s porch despite the fact that walking home was risky.  As
she stood there pondering her options the front door opened.   -�Oh, you
-(TM)re still here.  Good, -� the Prof said eagerly,  -�I -(TM)m glad I
caught you.  I didn -(TM)t get your name. -�

    -�Megan . . .  Megan Winthrop, -� she answered nervously.

    -�Are you a Student here? -�

   Megan didn -(TM)t really want to reveal any more information than was
necessary but she felt she had no choice.   -�Yes, ma -(TM)am, I am. -�

    -�Good.  I -(TM)m sure you -(TM)ll do well.  In fact I KNOW you will. I
was wondering if I could discuss something . . .  wait, do you need a ride
home sweetie?  I can take you home if you do. -�

    -�Well, yes, as a matter of fact I could use a ride.  Mine has
apparently stood me up. -�

    -�Wonderful.  Just come along to the kitchen and when my guests have
left, which they are about to do, I -(TM)ll take you.  It will give me a
chance to talk with you some more. -� With that Professor Stanlin took her
hand and led her around the yard to the back door which was off the
kitchen.

   Megan sat at the kitchen table patiently until she heard Betty -(TM)s
voice,  -�Well, they -(TM)ve finally gone. -� She took a seat opposite
Megan and looked at her skeptically for several awkward moments and then
said,  -�So . . .  Megan is it?  I must say you are either very brave
coming over here like that or are a very serious art student.  Which is it?
-�

   Megan -(TM)s heart rate soared at her question.  Unsure how to answer
she stalled for time,  -�Well, you see, I -(TM)m . . . -�

   The Professor interrupted,  -�Before you say anything that you -(TM)ll
regret I must tell you that I KNOW you aren -(TM)t an art student and I
know you aren -(TM)t that brave.  So why -(TM)d you do it?  Are you
pledging Sigma Theta Chi, is that it?  If you are, they can get in serious
trouble as Hazing is prohibited.  Oooo, I -(TM)ve been wanting to nail that
uppity Stephanie Abrams for some time now and you can help me. -�

   Megan was horrified.  She couldn -(TM)t betray the very Sorority that
she was trying so desperately to make yet here she was, trapped like a
common thief in an interrogation room.  She had to think and think fast!

    -�It -(TM)s alright dear it -(TM)s not your fault.  I know you didn
-(TM)t do this as an art project.  Those girls were just trying to put you
through your paces and have a little fun with the pledge, isn -(TM)t that
right?  I wasn -(TM)t born yesterday you know.  I -(TM)ve been around this
University far too long not to know what goes on.  You were being hazed,
admit it. -�

    -�NO! -� Megan exclaimed without thinking.   -�That -(TM)s not it at
all. -�

    -�Megan? -� the Professor asked skeptically as a mother would her child
when being told a lie.   -�Look, I know you want to be a part of Greek life
but there are much better Sororities on Campus than Sigma Theta Chi, which
is nothing more than a sleazy party house.  That -(TM)s not for you.  You
can do much better.  I can tell you -(TM)re a good girl and not the slutty
party type.  I -(TM)m a tenured member of the faculty and I have
connections  -" SIGNIFICANT connections all over this town in fact.  Tell
me the truth about what really happened tonight so I can nail that bitch
and I -(TM)ll help you get into any other Sorority of your choosing. -�

    -�But it wasn -(TM)t like that at all . . . -�

    -�Megan?  I must warn you not to lie to me.  I too can make your life
pretty miserable at this university you know.  It -(TM)s best to come
clean. -�

    -�No, you -(TM)ve got it all wrong.  I wasn -(TM)t being hazed, honest,
-� Megan said with her voice quivering.

    -�Oh really?  So why did you do it then? -�

   Megan really had to think fast.  Not only was her academic future at
stake but so were her plans to be part of Sigma Theta Chi.   -�It -(TM)s
like you said, I like art and . . . -�

    -�Fine, if that -(TM)s the way you want to play it, so be it, -� the
professor said angrily as she shoved her chair away from the table.   -�I
don -(TM)t take kindly to being lied to as you -(TM)ll soon find out. -�

    -�WAIT! -� Megan exclaimed in a panic.   -�Okay, I -(TM)ll come clean.
-�

   The Professor smiled from ear to ear as she sat back down prompting
Megan to continue.

    -�You -(TM)re right.  I -(TM)m not an art student.  In fact I haven
-(TM)t declared a major as I only just started my studies.  The reason I
helped Stephanie is that . . .  well . . .  this is going to sound silly
but . . . -�

    -�Go on. -�

    -�Well, I -(TM)m not being hazed like you think.  I just like, you
know, being seen. -�

    -�Being seen? -�

    -�Yes, you know, I guess I am a bit of an exhibitionist.  I like the
adrenalin rush  -" that sort of thing. -� Megan knew what she had just said
sounded silly but it was the only thing she could think of on short notice
that sounded plausible without betraying her Sisters.

   The professor laughed heartily at Megan -(TM)s explanation.   -�Oh I
hardly think so.  You were blushing and shaking so badly in front of my
guests earlier there is NO WAY you like to flaunt your goods.  You were
being hazed.  Why don -(TM)t you stop this nonsense and just come clean. -�

    -�I am too an exhibitionist.  I was shaking before because . . .  well
. . .  that -(TM)s part of the rush. -�

   The professor looked Megan directly in the eyes and studied her for a
moment and then broke into a broad smile.   -�Okay, let -(TM)s just say I
believe you are telling the truth.  I suppose that you wouldn -(TM)t have
any trouble then PROVING to me that you are what you say you are, right? -�

   Megan swallowed hard.   -�I . . .  I guess not, -� she said with her
voice quivering.   -�What do you mean by PROVING? -�

    -�If you can satisfy me that you are really into this and are NOT being
hazed like I still think you are, then I -(TM)ll let you off the hook. 
Otherwise I -(TM)ll have to turn you and your Sorority pals into the Dean.
Sound fair? -�

   "Yes . . .  I guess so. -�

    -�Good.  Meet me at the Hilton Hotel tomorrow afternoon around 6 o
-(TM)clock. -�



   Megan -(TM)s Hazing Chapter 5

   Professor Stanlin took Megan home as promised but the ride was anything
but cordial as nary a word passed between them.  Until this situation was
resolved one way or the other there was nothing more to be said.  Besides,
Megan was too afraid that by engaging in polite conversation she might
accidentally say something she might regret later on and that wouldn -(TM)t
bode well for her new friends or for her academic future.  She was relieved
that the professor hadn -(TM)t pushed the issue any further. 

   The next day was Saturday and Megan had no classes.  She spent the
morning sitting in the commons area of her dorm recalling the events of the
previous night.  So much had happened!  She discovered that she could do
things that she never thought she could do.  To her it had all been worth
it.  Her goal of making a Sorority and being part of the in-crowd was close
to being a reality.  Megan looked upon all her embarrassment and
humiliation the previous night as just  -�paying her dues -� and she was
glad that it was over. 

   Still it was embarrassing and the conflicted feelings she felt of shame
and arousal, excitement and guilt were difficult to get a handle on.  She
knew deep down that what she did was wrong yet she enjoyed herself.  Having
spent most of her teenage years with low self-esteem and being ashamed of
her lack of endowment yesterday was an epiphany of sorts.  For the first
time Megan saw that people looked upon her with . . .  lust . . .  perhaps
. . .  admiration, most definitely. 

   Nevertheless, experience had taught her that she surely must be mistaken
about being appreciated for the way her body looked.  History dictated that
surely they were only mocking her, not enjoying her naked flesh.  Which set
of feelings were correct, she wondered?  She was so unsure.  One thing was
certain, however, she was wet just thinking about it all and relished
reliving the experience as she sat there enjoying the early morning.  But
could she do it again?  She had painted herself into a corner with
Professor Stanlin and now she would have to live up to her web of deceit.
Was she capable of proving that she was really an exhibitionist like she
had said she was?  Could she convince the Professor that the lie she had
told was in fact a reality?  Megan already knew the answer: not in a
million years!  It took everything she had just to make it through
yesterday -(TM)s events.  She could NEVER do it again.   -�Not in a million
years, -� she found herself mumbling over and over,  -�Not in a million
years! -� 

   Fear began to overtake her as she wondered what was in store for her at
the Hilton Hotel.  Was Professor Stanlin calling a meeting of the Dean and
other notable faculty members to question Megan further?  If that was the
case Megan was doomed.  She wasn -(TM)t a convincing liar by any stretch of
the imagination.  Would she be made to strip off and model naked again for
this auspicious group to prove her love of the arts?  Could she even do
that if she were called upon to demonstrate her self-confidence with her
body?  Megan knew she would cave and rat out her Sisters if these people
questioned her as a group.  She was terrible under any sort of pressure. 
Perhaps she should just give in and do the obvious and tell the truth,
which she probably should have done in the first place.  It would all be
simpler that way.  Of course she could kiss her dream of hanging with the 
-�in-crowd -� goodbye too if she ever told the truth.  No, she had to at
least TRY and make this work.  She just HAD to try!  Who knows, it might be
fun, she thought.  If only . . .

   She tortured herself like this for the rest of the day until it was time
to get ready.  She decided to take a long hot bath and then dress in her
most conservative and professional outfit in order to make a good first
impression if she indeed was to be given the third degree by those in
authority. 

   As she relaxed in the soothing warm water in the tub in her small dorm
room, she closed her eyes and tried to think of calming and relaxing
thoughts.  She pictured herself downtown in her favorite big city across
from her beloved department store, Macy -(TM)s.  Megan LOVED to shop. 
Whenever she felt stressed she would go shopping.  It always seemed to
relax her and take her mind off of her troubles.  It didn -(TM)t matter if
she ever actually bought anything.  Just shopping was pleasure enough.  In
her mind -(TM)s eye she could see herself standing on the sidewalk, the
tall buildings forming a canyon around her, the vivid sounds of cars
motoring down the thoroughfare, the smell of hot dogs being prepared by the
street vendors all combined to transport her away from her dorm room and
all her troubles.  Suddenly . . .  she was naked!!  She saw herself
standing on the sidewalk completely naked exposing her assets  -" or lack
of them  -" to all the passersby right in the middle of the city!!  She
wanted to run but heard a guy -(TM)s voice calling out to her.   -�Have
anything to say to your dad?  I -(TM)m recording this! -� She then saw a
cute man holding a video camera pointing right at her naked body!

    -�Oh sh**, Sorry dad! . . .  SORRY!!  I love you . . .  Oh SH**!! -�
she heard herself saying aloud as she abruptly awoke from her daydream, her
heart racing and her breathing labored.  OMG, she thought to herself.  
-�What if my dad really does get a hold of that video of me naked at the
train station? -� Megan knew the answer  -" she -(TM)d just die!

   She finished washing up, applied her make-up, fixed her hair over and
over until she was satisfied that it was the best that she could get it,
put on her outfit and headed for the train station.  She had to take the
train the short distance to the next town as that was where the hotel was
located.  In fact it was where all the professional buildings, accountants
and lawyers and the like were located.

   Lawyers?!  Did Professor Stanlin want to meet her at the Hilton because
she wanted attorney -(TM)s involved?  It would make sense.  Why else would
she want to meet there rather than the college?  Megan felt her legs grow
heavy at the very thought of getting involved in any legal proceedings. 
Based on what Betty had said about nailing Stephanie it wouldn -(TM)t
surprise her if she did in fact involve attorneys!  Megan tried to calm
herself.  Surely she was just making a mountain out of a mole hill. 

   Her arrival at the train station brought back memories of her naked
graffiti episode from the previous night.  Seeing the spot where she stood
exposed to the crowd in the middle of Platform A made her moist, but she
wasn -(TM)t sure why, exactly. 

   The journey was all too short and soon she found herself on the streets
of the next town.  It wasn -(TM)t a HUGE city by any means but it was a
typical downtown business district with multi-story buildings, city buses
and the like.  Megan could see the prominent hotel up ahead a couple of
blocks away.  It was across from the modest-sized convention center and
several trendy bars and restaurants. 

   Upon entering the lobby she took a seat and nervously waited.  She
checked her smartphone for the time  -" it was 5:55pm.   -�Good, -� she
thought to herself.   -�I -(TM)m not late. -� She looked around the lobby
and it was crowded for some reason with people all smartly dressed
traveling to and fro or standing around engaged in casual conversation. 
She tried to spot the Professor but she was nowhere to be found.  Six o
-(TM)clock came and went and still no sign of the Professor.  Perhaps she
had changed her mind and had forgotten about the whole thing.  One could
only hope.  Still, Megan thought it best to look around just to be sure she
hadn -(TM)t missed her.  It wouldn -(TM)t do to miss their pre-arranged
meeting which would only serve to anger her more.

   After making the rounds she came up empty.  It was 6:15pm and Megan wasn
-(TM)t sure what she was supposed to do.  They had discussed nothing more
than meeting at the Hilton at six.  She decided to check at the desk.  
-�Excuse me.  I was supposed to meet someone here and I don -(TM)t seem to
see her. -�

    -�Who were you going to meet? -� the friendly clerk asked as she
shuffled papers behind the counter. 

    -�Professor Stanlin from the University. -�

    -�Are you Megan Winthrop? -�

    -�Yes. -�

    -�There -(TM)s a message for you.  Hold on. -� The clerk went to the
counter behind her and returned with a small envelope.   -�This is for you,
I believe. -�

   Megan read the note:  -�Megan.  I -(TM)m in room 1232.  Meet me there
when you arrive.  Betty Stanlin. -� It was as she had feared.  She had
arranged a room so they must be meeting with others.  Were they faculty
members including the dean or lawyers or worse, the police?  The 12th floor
was where all the suites were located, a perfect venue for holding a
private meeting.  Well, she had no choice but to follow this through, she
thought.  She had made it this far so she might as well find out what the
Professor had in mind.  To run away now would seal her fate.  She might
still be able to pull this off.

   As she apprehensively knocked on the door of Room 1232 she tried to take
deep breaths and calm herself.  She must not appear nervous under any
circumstances.  She had to give the appearance of being in control no
matter what her stomach may be telling her otherwise.  To her relief,
Professor Stanlin opened the door and greeted her warmly.   -�Megan, I
-(TM)m glad you could make it.  Come in, come in. -�

   Megan entered the suite and looked around.   -�Are we alone? -�

    -�Why yes, were you expecting someone else? -�

    -�No . . .  not really, it -(TM)s just that . . .  well never mind. -�

    -�Thanks for making the trip.  I often come here to unwind on the
weekends.  I am expecting a friend of mine later but for now, it -(TM)s
just us.  Take off your clothes and make yourself comfortable.  I -(TM)m
sure you know why you are here. -�

    -�My clothes? -�

    -�Yes, I -(TM)m sure you prefer being less dressed . . .  being an
exhibitionist and all.  Go ahead, get naked.  I don -(TM)t mind, -� the
professor said with a sly smile,  -�Unless of course you lied about that
part yesterday. -� 

    -�Oh . . .  um . . .  okay.  I -(TM)ll just use the bathroom to change,
if that -(TM)s okay. -�

   The Professor got a cynical look on her face raised one of her eyebrows
and said.   -�The bathroom?  An exhibitionist who does her exhibiting in
private? -�

   Megan blushed and awkwardly dropped her purse on the small coffee table.
She almost blew it by falling into her trap!   -�No, I was only thinking of
your sense of propriety, -� she said proud her effort to sound plausible. 
-�I -(TM)ve no wish to offend. -� Megan then with some trepidation began
disrobing.  When she got down to her bra and panties she heard a knock on
the door.  Immediately her eyes darted towards the door wondering who it
could be. 

    -�Get that will you, -� the Professor said grinning.   -�It will give
you a chance to practice what you supposedly like to do. -�

    -�Pardon? -�

    -�Being seen . . .  last night you said you help Stephanie because you
like being seen.  That IS what you said wasn -(TM)t it? -�

    -�Yes, -� Megan said in a half-whisper and headed towards the door.

   Megan opened the door a crack and saw another college-aged girl and a
young man standing at her side.   -�Yes?  Can I help you? -� 

   The girl just laughed and barged right in like she owned the place, 
-~BETTY! -� she exclaimed excitedly.   -�I was so excited to get your
invitation! -� The young man who appeared about the same age silently
followed the girl and entered the room  -" neither giving a hint of concern
that Megan was standing there in her underwear.

    -�It -(TM)s good to see you too, -� the Professor replied.   -�It
-(TM)s been ages! -� Then turning to Megan she grabbed her hand and
escorted her to the middle of the room.   -�Ann, this is Megan, a Freshman,
I think.  Isn -(TM)t that right, Megan? -�

    -�Yes, I just started my studies. -�

    -�And this marvelous young man is her boyfriend, Chad. -�

    -�Pleased to meet you, -� Megan said meekly as she stared at the
floor. 

   The professor lifted Megan -(TM)s cheek and continued,  -�Megan, here,
says that you two share the same hobby! -�

   Megan was shocked!   -�Well . . .  I . . .  that is to say I . . . -�

   Ann just laughed and said jokingly to the Professor,  -�Are you kidding
me?  She looks so young and naïve.  Are you SURE she likes to flash the
cat? -�

    -�Oh I -(TM)ve seen her in action, -� the Professor said giggling, 
-�Well . . .  at least she SAYS she does.  Like you I -(TM)m not so sure.
She told me she likes to do a bit of showing off and likes to be seen
apparently.  I thought you might like to play together this evening.  You
once told me that play partners are hard to come by so I arranged this
little get together just to say thanks for your help on my grant
application last term. -� 

    -�Oh you are a dear! -� Ann said as she practically leaped across the
room and gave Betty a hug.   -�So what did you have in mind? -�

   Megan couldn -(TM)t believe what she was hearing!  This girl apparently
likes to streak around and flash her charms and the Professor not only knew
about it but was okay with it as well? 

    -�Just a little test . . .  I mean a challenge really.  Do you remember
the duct tape prank you pulled when you celebrated homecoming last year? -�

   Both Ann and her boyfriend laughed out loud.   -�I SURE DO!  Is that
what we are going to do tonight? -�

   Megan nervously spoke up,  -�What -(TM)s the Duct Tape prank you guys
are talking about? -�

   Suddenly the jovial nature of the Professor turned serious as she stared
coldly into Megan -(TM)s eyes.   -�You -(TM)re going to soon find out.  Why
are you still in your bra and panties?  I told you to get naked, didn
-(TM)t I? -�

   Megan -(TM)s better judgment told her to stand her ground but her desire
to make the sorority trumped even common sense.  Even though these two
strangers were looking at her she continued to obediently strip off,
placing her underwear on the coffee table in front of the sofa. 

   Chad looked at her naked form with desire in his eyes  -" a feeling that
she secretly liked so she made little attempt to cover herself.  Besides if
she did try and act modest now, her cover story would be blown. 

    -�Okay, Little Miss Art Model, here -(TM)s how this is going to work.
Yesterday I asked if you would prove to me that you weren -(TM)t lying and
you agreed.  Here, put this on, -� she said tossing Megan a small thin
piece of fabric.  Megan -(TM)s eyes got wide as she clumsily tried to catch
it.

    -�What -(TM)s this? -�

    -�It -(TM)s a thong  -" a TINY thong but something to wear nonetheless,
-� she said matter-of-factly as Megan put it on.  Even though she was
wearing something she still felt naked.  She watched as Betty tossed a pink
roll of what looked like tape to Ann, who then tore off two small squares 
-" VERY small squares of tape at that and began putting them over Megan
-(TM)s nipples. 

    -�That ought to do it, -� Ann said as she too began stripping off. 
When she was down to her pink bra and black panties she turned to the
Professor and said,  -�I assume this is as far as I -(TM)m allowed to go,
right? -�

    -�For now, my dear, for now, -� the Professor said with a grin.  
-�Chad, I want you to do me a favor and record this with your phone, can
you do that for me? -�

   Chad eagerly replied,  -�You mean I get to go along?  You bet I -(TM)ll
record this for you! -�

    -�Record?  Record what, exactly? -�

    -�Well, Miss Artsy-girl, I -(TM)ll believe that you are really what you
claim to be if I see on this video that you appear to be enjoying yourself.
-�

    -�Enjoying myself doing what exactly? -�

    -�You, my silly girl, are going to go down to the hotel lobby JUST LIKE
YOU ARE, order something at the bar  -" a Coke or something and then mingle
with the guests.  Chad and Ann here will accompany you as witnesses.  Ann
knows what I want.  Listen to her and do EXCATLY what she says.  When you
are done, return to this room and I -(TM)ll watch the video and see how you
did. -�

    -�Why don -(TM)t you just come along with us, -� Megan snapped back
flippantly,  -�You seem to be relishing all this. -�

    -�I don -(TM)t associate with people in bars  -" especially students
not old enough to drink.  But Ann and Chad won -(TM)t mind.  Look at it
this way  -" at least you have company looking out for your safety.  Take
my room key and put in in your thong strap and hit the carpet.  I -(TM)ll
be waiting.  Oh and remember do EXACTLY what Ann tells you to do, when she
tells you to do it.  Got it?  The fate of your little sorority buddies
depends on it. -�

   Megan swallowed hard.  Did Betty realize just how many people were down
in the lobby?!  It was PACKED!!  Before she could protest she heard herself
say,  -�Yes, Ma -(TM)am. -�



   Megan -(TM)s Hazing Chapter 6

   Megan left the suite and was escorted down the hall by her partners in
crime.  Even though she was wearing a thong and two small squares of pink
duct tape to hide her nipples, she might as well have been naked.  Her butt
cheeks were jiggling as she walked along the hallway and her breasts swayed
with each step.  To make matters worse, Chad was recording everything on
his Smartphone!

    -�Isn -(TM)t this fun? -� Ann asked enthusiastically.

    -~Loads, -� Megan replied.   -�Let -(TM)s just get this over with. -�

    -�What -(TM)s your hurry?  Do you have another appointment or
something? -�

   Megan, realizing she was being observed quickly changed her attitude.  
-�No, I mean, let -(TM)s just get down there.  I can -(TM)t wait. -�

   Just then the elevator bell rang and the door opened up.  Inside there
were a woman and a man conversing with each other.  They stopped talking
when they caught sight of the two half-naked girls.   -�What -(TM)s up with
that? -� one of them asked.

   Ann happily replied,  -�Sorority prank. -� Megan raised an eyebrow upon
hearing her remark as Sorority Hazing was the reason she had gotten into
this mess in the first place.  It seemed odd to her and she wondered how
much Ann really knew.

   The girl in the elevator laughed.   -�You go girls!  Have fun.  I wish I
could hang around and watch  -" oh those were the days, Remember, Fred? -�
she asked turning to her boyfriend who had his eyes glued to Megan -(TM)s
chest.   -�FRED! -� the girl chided as she elbowed him in the ribs making
Ann and Chad laugh aloud. . Obviously caught, he cleared his throat and
replied,  -�Oh, yes babe, those were the days. -� He then met Megan -(TM)s
eye and smiled wide and winked.   -�Those were the days! -�

   All too soon the elevator made the trip to the first floor lobby. 
Before the door even opened Megan could hear the noise from the crowd that
occupied the lobby and adjacent bar area.   -�OH dear, -� Megan said half
to herself as the crowd came into view.

   Ann grabbed Megan -(TM)s hand and led her through maze of people who all
dressed to the nines in business attire.  The hotel was full off convention
goers who sought out the Hotel -(TM)s bar after the convention concluded.
Comments ranged from,  -�Oh my goodness, would you look at that? -� to more
subtle snickers uttered by people covering their mouths and pointing which
made Megan feel all the more embarrassed.  It was one thing to be naked in
a train station in a University town full of partying college kids.  It was
quite another to be so inappropriately dressed in such a proper place among
professional business people.  This was more humiliating than having
graffiti inked all over her naked body.  She just knew she looked
ridiculous!!

   Ann took her to the bar and ordered a beer for her and her boyfriend. 
After checking their ID -(TM)s the young man asked Megan if she cared for
anything to which she replied,  -�I -(TM)ll just have a Coke. -� People
huddled closer and closer to the half-dressed girls standing at the bar. 
Megan swore her butt was groped several times while she stood there waiting
for her order  -" totally by accident of course.  When the drinks finally
came, the bartender said,  -�That will be $12.50, please. -�

    -�Go on pay the man, -� Ann said looking at Megan with a smile.

    -�I don -(TM)t have . . .  oh, wait a minute . . . -� Megan said as she
recalled the Professor -(TM)s room card stuck in her Thong strap.   -�Just
charge it to my room.  Here -(TM)s my room key. -�

    -�Name? -�

    -�Betty Stanlin. -�

   The bartender handed Megan a slip to sign and Megan almost signed her
own name as she wrote a capital  -�M -� on the receipt but she caught it
just in time and signed instead  -�Ms.  Betty Stanlin. -�

   Ann pouted a bit saying,  -�That was uninspiring to say the least. -�

    -�What? -�

    -�Charging it to Betty like that.  Why do you think I put you on the
spot to pay for the drinks? -�

    -�Um . . .  I don -(TM)t know, to be mean? -�

   Ann let out a sigh,  -�You could have at least had some fun with it and
offered the guy a blow job instead of cash just to see what he -(TM)d do.
-�

    -�Yeah, or at least said you didn -(TM)t have any money and if he didn
-(TM)t believe you asked him if he wanted to search you or something, -�
Chad added. 

   Megan blushed profusely.

    -�You -(TM)re new at this aren -(TM)t you?  You CAN -(TM)T be very
experienced at playing and teasing getting all embarrassed like that over
something so innocent. -�

   Megan took her drink and wandered away from the bar and the octopus-like
hands of those guys that were standing next to her and found a table and
sat down.  She was soon joined by Ann as Chad stayed behind to chat with
the guys at the bar  -" obviously relishing his position of being in the
company of two half-dressed women. 

   Ann persisted,  -�You AREN -(TM)T really into this are you? -�

   Since Chad was no longer filming as he was occupied at the bar, Megan
dropped her head and reluctantly admitted,  -�Well . . .  I am . . .  sort
of . . .  it -(TM)s just that I got myself into a bind.  I was going
through some hazing as a pledge of Sigma Theta Chi yesterday after being
accepted into the sorority and things got out of hand with Professor
Stanlin and . . .  well . . .  here I am. -�

   Ann looked puzzled.   -�Wait, let me get this straight.  You were being
hazed YESTERDAY after being accepted into the Sigma house? -�

    -�Yes. -�

    -�YESTERDAY? -�

    -�Yes . . .  why? -�

    -�Wait right here.  I -(TM)ll be right back.  I need to get Chad -(TM)s
Smartphone. -� Ann hurried over to her boyfriend and plucked the phone from
his grasp while he was still gloating and made her way back to the table. 
-�What -(TM)s your name again? -�

    -�Megan, Megan Winthrop. -�

   Ann continued punching the screen with her thumbs.   -�Aha, I thought
so! -�

    -�What? -�

    -�Honey, I don -(TM)t know how to tell you this but you ain -(TM)t no
Sorority girl. -�

   Megan was shocked and just looked at Ann for a moment before asking
skeptically,  -�What do you mean?  I had a candlelight ceremony last night
and everything! -�

    -�I really hate to break this to you but all the pledges were named and
inducted weeks ago.  Look here, -� she said as she handed the phone to
Megan,  -�See your name anywhere? -�

    -�No but . . .  what -(TM)s this I -(TM)m looking at? -�

    -�It the official list of all Sorority members of Sigma Theta Chi  -"
both old and new.  Look at the date it was published at Sigma -(TM)s
website. -�

    -�Why . . .  it was three weeks ago!! -�

    -�Were there any other pledges inducted with you at this candlelight
ceremony? -�

    -�Well, no . . .  but . . .  Stephanie gave me a tour of the Chapter
House and everything and SHE -(TM)S a member.  Says so right here! -�

    -�Honey, you were duped.  Tell me all about this and what -(TM)s your
involvement with Professor Stanlin. -�

   After all she had been through, Megan couldn -(TM)t believe what she had
just learned and a few tears began welling up in her eyes.  Then anger took
hold and she bucked up and spilled the beans telling Ann everything  -"
holding nothing back.

   After listening to Megan -(TM)s account, it all began to make sense.  
-�Honey, I get it.  There are some things you really need to know between
Professor Stanlin and Stephanie Abrams that you obviously aren -(TM)t aware
of.  I really like you so I -(TM)m going to help you.  How -(TM)d you like
to be one of the most popular coeds on campus and at the same time get even
for what -(TM)s happened to you? -�

   Megan didn -(TM)t have to think very long,  -�You bet.  What do I have
to do? -�

    -�Just play along with me for the rest of the night like you were
originally going to do.  After we leave I -(TM)ll meet up with you and
explain everything.  We still have to make this look good for Betty though
or this won -(TM)t work.  Are you up for it? -�

    -�Hell yes, I -(TM)m up for it! -�

    -�Good, because you are about to get naked - just follow my lead, -�
Ann said as she stood up motioning for Chad to join her. 



   Megan -(TM)s Hazing Chapter 7

    -�Follow me, -� Ann said as she started quickly walking towards the
main lobby with her boyfriend at her side.

    -�Where . . .  where are we going? -� Megan asked half out of breath
from trying to catch up to them.  Ann didn -(TM)t respond but headed right
out the main entrance to the hotel and onto the sidewalk in front of the
building.

   Megan went as far as the door but stopped short of joining them outside.
People in the lobby were laughing as they took in the sight of this nervous
girl so ridiculously attired.   -�Ann!  I can -(TM)t go out there!  What
are you DOING?! -� Megan shouted in a forceful whisper as she held the door
open just a crack.   -�Come back here! -�

   Ann just wiggled her finger in the air beckoning Megan to follow her
outside.  Megan refused shaking her head violently causing the people in
the lobby to laugh all the more.  It wasn -(TM)t until she saw Chad
bringing his phone up in the air pointing it at her that she realized that
she had better change her tune and act confident because she knew Betty
would eventually be watching this.  Whatever Ann knew about Stephanie and
the Professor was still unknown and whatever she was planning to square
things for her seemed to depend upon deceiving Betty a little while longer.
Megan HAD to play along.  As bad as it seemed, she just had to trust Ann. 

   Swallowing hard Megan walked out the door and forced a wave at the
camera chad was operating.  Ann led her around the corner of the hotel
building and into the small covered alcove in front of a small store
located on a side street.  Mercifully the store had closed an hour earlier.
Megan furiously scanned the area to be sure she was safe.

    -�OW!  What the hell? -� Megan shouted as Ann literally ripped one of
the small squares of duct tape covering her nipple off from her body.  
-�That hurt! -� She added as she rubbed her tender breast trying to ease
the stinging.  Not wasting any time Ann tore the other piece off as well
leaving her completely topless before Megan had time to react. 

    -�Now give me your panties. -�

   Megan almost fainted dead away.   -�Right here?! -� she asked almost
pleading with her voice not to have to do that but seeing Chad filming she
added trying to sound playful,  -�Are you sure you don -(TM)t want to take
them off for me? -�

   Ann laughed and motioned with her finger to continue stripping.  Megan
reluctantly slid her last remaining article of protection away from her
body and handed it to Ann for safekeeping.  The feel of the breeze against
her bare flesh was intoxicating.  It reminded her that she was naked.  The
sounds of the multitude of cars driving past on the main road reminded her
that she was not only naked but naked in a place she could get into serious
trouble if she were spotted!  Megan nervously looked around to see if
people were watching but so far no one had taken any notice.  Everyone
seemed to just be going about their business paying her no mind.

    -�Okay . . .  now what? -� she asked Ann not really sure she wanted to
know the answer. 

    -�Stop covering yourself up, for one thing, -� Ann said giggling. 
Megan put her arms at her side.  She was now completely naked, outside,
downtown in broad daylight.  Megan -(TM)s heart was pounding and her mouth
was dry and her skin tingling as if it were on fire.  Megan was also so
fiercely aroused that she could literally feel the moisture oozing from her
loins.  If this wasn -(TM)t such a dangerous hobby she could get addicted
to this!  Ann motioned for Chad to stop recording and then said,  -�Right,
now you are ready to go.  You may not believe this but what I am about to
tell you to do is exactly what Professor Stanlin had planned for you to do
all along.  She told me about this in her email to me when she invited me
to come up for the weekend. -�

    -�Oh . . .?  Go on . . . -�

    -�You are going to run down this sidewalk here for two blocks, cut
across the street and make your way to the entrance to the convention
center  -" see it up ahead there on the left? -� she asked pointing up the
road. 

    -�Yes I see it but what the hell?  You want me to streak down this busy
road in broad daylight in front of all these cars??  Are you out of your
mind?  I -(TM)ll get arrested for sure! -�

    -�Calm down, will ya.  The cops hardly ever come down here on a
Saturday.  Your chances of getting caught by them are very slim. -�

    -�Slim, but not impossible . . .  and just what am I to do when I get
to the convention center, hmmm?  Go inside? -� Megan said flippantly.

    -�Yes, that -(TM)s it exactly. -�

   Megan just looked at her incredulously.   -�You can -(TM)t be serious.
Okay, quit the clowning around.  I -(TM)m outside naked and I -(TM)m taking
HUGE risks just being here, so cut the kidding and tell me what am I really
supposed to do. -�

    -�I told you.  Go inside, -� Ann said giggling.

    -�Oh this is so NOT funny. -�

    -�No, I mean it.  You are really supposed to go inside.  It will be
alright.  Why do you think Betty is staying at this hotel in the first
place?  It -(TM)s because she knew what was going on at the Convention
Center this week. -�

    -�Huh?  What are you talking about? -�

   The Center was hosting the Adult Novelty Convention yesterday and today.
See the sign on the Marquee?  It ended about an hour ago.  They should just
about have started the breakdown of the booths and cleaning up.  She wants
you to stroll around the various booths and exhibits.  No one will mind. 
They -(TM)ve seen worse things during the day.  You -(TM)ll fit right in.
-�

    -�I can -(TM)t do that!  What if . . .  what if someone tries to . . .
you know . . .  take liberties or something? -�

    -�Oh, you are PRICELESS!  You -(TM)re so sweet and innocent!  Look,
Chad and I will be there with you.  Just look at him  -" He -(TM)s a big
muscular guy.  Nobody -(TM)s gonna mess with you.  Besides I -(TM)ll be
right behind you and I -(TM)m not exactly dressed either.  It -(TM)ll be
fun, you -(TM)ll see! -�

    -�Oh no?  Just look at your clit.  I think it -(TM)s saying that it
wants to, -� Ann said teasingly as she pointed to her pubes.  Her boyfriend
laughed as he noticed Megan -(TM)s clit prominently sticking out from under
its hood causing Megan to blush even harder.

    -�You win, -� Megan said with an embarrassed giggle.  You -(TM)re
right, I do think it will be exciting but I just don -(TM)t want to get
into trouble.  Can -(TM)t we just go back or think of something else? -�

    -�Not if you want my plan to work.  You just have to play it by her
rules and everything will work out.  Now quit stalling.  If we wait too
long they -(TM)ll be locking the doors.  As it is now the front entrance
will probably be unattended.  Are you in or not? -�

    -�Okay, I -(TM)ll try it but if I get arrested I -(TM)ll be your worst
nightmare when I get out. -�

   Ann laughed.   -�Give Chad and I a few minutes to get down the sidewalk
a ways so we can record your streak then just come out and join us and
remember, try not to draw attention to yourself.  Just relax and look like
you belong out here. -�

   As Chad started walking down the sidewalk, Megan began to have doubts.
She called after Ann,  -�Say . . .  how do you know so much about the
Center and whether the doors will be unattended and everything? -�

   Ann laughed heartily as she hurried down the sidewalk.   -�Cause I did
this last year! -�

   Megan nervously watched as her new-found friends headed causally down
the sidewalk.  She took heart in the fact that nobody seemed to take notice
of them, even with Ann being dressed in her bra and panties as she was. 
When they got almost to the Convention Center they stopped and turned
around.  Ann then waved to her beckoning Megan to come out from her hiding
place.  Megan -(TM)s heart was pounding now!  Such an adrenalin rush she
had never felt before.  But it was more than just simple fear.  It was
something else too.  A sexual excitement that was almost overwhelming.  It
was as if she desperately wanted to get laid and would do anything to make
it happen!  She knew she wasn -(TM)t thinking clearly.  She hadn -(TM)t
thought all this through  -" the risks she was taking, the trouble she
could get it.  Oh, she had those thoughts but they were fleeting.  She was
being driven, like an addict needing a fix.  She HAD to do this, not for
revenge or even to please the Professor.  She had to do this for herself.
She just had to find out what it would feel like to be naked and free  -"
yes, even an object of desire!  She wanted it and wanted it bad.  The
thoughts of her graffiti experience were still fresh in her mind.  It was
exciting and here was a chance to live it again only better.

   So why wouldn -(TM)t her legs move?  She tried but they seemed frozen to
the concrete.  She looked around and the street was filled with cars  -"
LOTS of cars and people were milling about along the sidewalks looking into
shop windows and the like.  She was relatively hidden in her little alcove
away from prying eyes.  She knew the moment she stepped out and reached the
sidewalk along Main Street she -(TM)d be totally exposed and would look
terribly out of place.  Like the hotel lobby before  -" this was
different. 

   She took a deep breath and decided to boldly take a chance.  The first
step was the hardest.  She had done it.  She was out in the open and naked!
She wasn -(TM)t one to relish the moment.  She hadn -(TM)t time.  She had
to reach her friends and get out of sight!  She began walking down the Main
Street sidewalk trying to act like she owned the place.  Two steps . . . 
then four and then some more, she was doing it!  She was actually walking
naked in broad daylight along a tremendously busy street in a pretty good
sized city!  She was on cloud nine!!  This WAS fun!  Ann had been right. 

   Suddenly she looked up at Ann who was frantically waving her arms at her
pointing to something behind her.  At first Megan didn -(TM)t get it.  Then
she turned her head around to look behind her and she saw it  -" A POLICE
VAN!  It had just turned the corner and the intersection behind her and was
heading her way.  There was nowhere to hide.  She instinctively put her
hand behind her body trying to cover her butt  -" as if THAT would somehow
make her appear less naked.  She picked up her pace!  She didn -(TM)t want
to actually run fearing that would surely draw attention to herself yet she
didn -(TM)t want to just hang around naked waiting for them to pull up and
cuff her!  She was in panic mode!!  She glanced over her shoulder again and
they were still coming, no blue lights flashing but they were ever so close
and getting closer.   -�GAWD!! -� she squealed as she feverishly headed
towards the next block.   -�If I can only make that next street corner
perhaps I can hide behind that building until they pass, -� she thought.  A
lady on the sidewalk glared at her with a puzzled look as if she couldn
-(TM)t believe what she was seeing  -" a naked girl jogging down the
sidewalk in the middle of town!

   She wanted to kill Ann.  She had said that the police never came
downtown on Saturdays!!  What a liar!!

   She reached the street corner and ran across the road and turned down
sidewalk until she found a small alcove in a business -(TM)s doorway like
the one she had been hiding in before and quickly ducked inside.  Peering
around the wall she saw the police van pass the side road.  Her heart felt
like it was going to burst!!

   Her friends stood watch on the sidewalk and soon were waving her out to
join them.  Nervously Megan ran up to them but stopped at the corner to
peer around the wall.  Sure enough the van was waiting in traffic a block
down the road stopped at a red traffic light.   -�OH my GAWD! -� she said
to Ann.   -�THEY saw me for sure!!  I gotta get out of here!! 

    -�Relax, -� Ann said calmly, though her breathing was almost as rapid
as Megan -(TM)s was.   -�They didn -(TM)t see you.  I was watching the
whole time.  They were talking to each other as they drove by.  SEE?  They
-(TM)re leaving now going straight ahead.  They -(TM)re not coming after
you.  See? -�

   Megan let out a sigh of relief then punched Ann in the upper arm.  
-�You RAT!! -�

   Ann and chad just laughed.   -�Well, at least you -(TM)ve made it most
of the way. -�

    -�Give me my thong!  If the Police come back at least I -(TM)ll be
covered. -�

    -�No can do, Kiddo.  I left it on the bench at the store you were
hiding in front of when I took your boob-tape off.  I HAD to.  It made for
great video seeing it lying there as you stood next to it naked!  Anyway,
we -(TM)re almost there.  We just have to cross the street. -� With that
Ann started walking across the road before the light changed and traffic
got heavy again. 

    -�I -(TM)ll stay here and get some footage from behind, -� Chad said in
a suggestive tone.

   Ann called out laughing as she continued to walk,  -�You just want to
look at her bare ass.  You -(TM)re not fooling anybody. -�

   The light changed just as Ann made it across the street and traffic
began moving along.  Megan was too exposed near the wall so she dashed to a
spot between two parked cars and crouched down waiting for an opportune
time to dash across the road herself.  She wasn -(TM)t looking forward to
whatever awaited inside the convention center but she knew one thing, it
was safer than being out on the open street like she was!  Naturally Chad
was right behind her getting all sorts of shots of her naked ass. 

   After several false starts she finally ran out from behind the parked
cars and darted across the street with Chad trying to record everything
running along behind her.  Reaching the other side of Main Street she began
looking around.   -�Where is the entrance to the Convention Center, -� she
wondered?  There were so many doors with no signs.  She couldn -(TM)t see
the main sign as it was out on the street and she hadn -(TM)t paid much
attention to what door Ann had entered through.  If she picked the wrong
door she -(TM)d be entering some business and they would likely be offended
and call the Police.  She decided to quickly hide in an old telephone booth
on the sidewalk for a moment to see if she could figure things out.  Cars
were again passing by heightening the panic she felt.  She decided to walk
a little further up just to get her bearings.  She couldn -(TM)t make a
mistake and enter the wrong building but she didn -(TM)t want to stay naked
on the street either as surely another cop might pass by only this time
spotting her!  She reached the next intersection and was still unsure of
the correct building or entrance.  She saw a man standing in front of a car
so she made a half-hearted attempt to hide between two more cars but he
spotted her and asked if she was okay. 

   Megan gave up the pretense of trying to hide and walked right up to him
and asked if he knew where the main entrance to the Convention Center was
located.  He casually approached her and stood by her side and simply gave
her directions.   -�You just missed it, -� he said politely,  -�It -(TM)s
that door over there. -� He wasn -(TM)t rude or crude.  He simply acted as
if he wasn -(TM)t fazed by a naked girl on the street in the least.  Megan
was grateful and relieved.  She also so close to having an orgasm she could
barely stand it.  She was so close . . .  so VERY close!!

   Megan thanked him and started towards the door he had indicated.  Then
she spotted it - the entrance.  It was labeled Convention Center.  She had
found it!  Not wasting another moment, she dashed inside without
hesitation.

   As soon as she did she began questioning her sanity.  Why did I trust
this girl?