I’m a co-ed at a private midwestern college. I play on the women’s soccer team and even though I have a boyfriend, it sometimes is difficult to suppress my desires to be more than just teammates. (NSFW!)
After a tough practice, we all get in the shower and doggone it, I just can’t stop myself sometimes from running my eyes up and down the soapy, wet bodies that stand next to me. As an upperclasswoman, I was allowed to plan our hazing ritual for the nubile freshwomen this year. Finally, a chance for me to quench some of my most dirty desires.
To start off the night, the freshwomen were to show up at my apartment wearing just white t-shirts, panties, and knee-high socks. Oh, their muscular soccer legs looked so good in these outfits, just like I thought they would. To add to the anticipation of the night, we upperclassman had our “slaves” wait outside, as we plotted their tasks.
When we let them in, we stood over the lolita’s in our soccer uniforms, making sure they knew who was boss. Next they were to do exercises, so they would be all sweaty in their tiny panties. Knowing the “slaves” would be thirsty after such a workout, we had them chug beers to help release any inhibitions they might be suffering from.
After a few beer bongs, we blindfolded the “slaves” and sent them down into a basement to disorient them even more. At this point, I took out a magic marker and wrote degrading things all over them, taking special focus on the inside of their thighs. Umm, my plan is going so well.
We then had them march back up to the apartment where the “slaves” would have to perform skits that I had written, right out of my fantasies. My favorite was when I had 2 of the “slaves” reenact a scene I have had running through my mind forever. In this scenario, the strong girl would overtake her teammate and kiss her passionately, which would unleash animal desires causing both of them to rub their well-toned bodies together. My Sweet Lord!
After this show-stopper, more alcohol was served to my underage friends, so they would be ready to be transported over to the soccer guys house. This wasn’t my idea, but one of the other upperclasswomen thought we should add this to the schedule so we wouldn’t be perceived as anything more than bi-curious. The soccer guys were more than happy to get some lapdances from our “slaves”.
What a night it was. One of the girls was smart enough to post our pictures on a site on the web, so we could access it whenever we wanted to. I know I will be bookmarking that link, just so I can have some visual stimulation when I get my little rabbit out.
Who says just because we have the most stringent academic standards in the Big 10 (oops, hope I didn’t give it away) that we can’t party like we’re going to Arizona State? We all had so much fun and I can’t wait until our next party in June to take it a step further.
We at The Juice don’t condone hazing, but if it does happen, we strongly encourage photo documentation! Also, with all the heat that has come down on the Northwestern’s Women Soccer Team, one positive has come out of it. All the upperclasswomen have secured job offers working at Abu Ghraib prison. Good luck ladies!