Brooke's heart pounded as she scanned the crowded tailgate, her eyes darting from one potential candidate to another. The sun blazed down, but she barely noticed the heat; her focus was laser-sharp. Each man she passed was scrutinized for height, build, and a wedding band. This was it—the perfect hunting ground for today's mission.
She sauntered through the throngs of people, her Balenciaga sneakers silent on the grass, her Prada spandex shorts hugging her toned legs perfectly. The Chanel cutoff polo she wore accentuated her untethered 34D breasts, which bounced subtly with each step. Her long blonde hair framed her radiant face, and her blue eyes sparkled with determination. Every set of male eyes followed her, discreetly stealing glances at her underboob whenever they thought she wasn't looking.
As she reached the outskirts of the tailgate, she spotted him. Tall, broad-shouldered, and with a confident stride, he was exactly what she was looking for. His wedding ring caught the sunlight just right, confirming her choice. She watched as he approached the line for a porta-potty, his expression a mix of anticipation and mild discomfort. Seizing the opportunity, she quickened her pace, positioning herself just behind him in the queue.
"Mind if I go in front of you? I have to go really bad," she said, her voice dripping with urgency.
He turned, surprise flickering across his face before giving way to a charming smile. "Sure, anything for a pretty young lady."
"Oh, thank you so much, I owe you! Are you an alumni?" Brooke asked, her tone casual yet flirtatious.
"No, my daughter goes here," he replied, glancing around as if expecting her to appear.
"Oh, did she rush? Maybe I met her," Brooke continued, her eyes locking onto his.
"No, unfortunately, she didn't. I tried to get her to, but my wife was against it."
"Aw, that's too bad, we have an amazing group of girls. That's our house over there, maybe you can change her mind next semester," Brooke said, pointing towards the imposing mansion that housed her sorority.
He nodded, clearly impressed by the grandeur. "I noticed that mansion, it must be great living there."
"More than you can imagine..." Brooke's voice trailed off suggestively as it was her turn to use the porta-potty. She slipped inside a stall and waited, counting silently to herself. After what felt like an eternity but was only a few moments, she emerged, finding the Dad still in line.
"Thanks so much again. Would you like a special tour of our house?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with something unspoken.
The Dad hesitated, unsure of where this conversation was headed. "Well, I don't know where my wife and daughter are right now. I think they've run off to some other tailgate parties."
Brooke placed her arm on his bicep, letting her left breast press fully against his forearm. "That's okay, it can be just you, and then you can report back."
His breath hitched slightly as her nipple grazed his elbow. He was clearly torn between reluctance and intrigue. "Well, you won't take no for an answer, will you?"
Brooke just smiled, her lips curling into a seductive curve.
"Why not, lead the way."
They walked together, weaving through the throngs of people until they reached a secluded path leading away from the main crowd. The Dad couldn't help but steal glances at Brooke's swaying hips, imagining what it would feel like to grip them in his hands. As they approached the mansion, the grandeur of the courtyard took his breath away. Marble pillars flanked the entrance, and the air conditioning inside offered a refreshing respite from the heat outside.
Inside, Brooke led him to an elevator, where two girls waited. One handed Brooke an iPad. "The Chapter alumni leadership wants every new visitor to sign an agreement when taking a tour," Brooke explained. "Mostly a formality to protect themselves, retaining the rights and consent to pictures or videos taken on the premises, so that they may be taken down from the Internet if so requested."
The Dad frowned. "I don't like to sign my name to anything I haven't fully read."
"That might take a while - or you can trust me?" Brooke reached out to touch his arm again, her breast pressing against his forearm once more.
He swallowed hard, feeling the warmth of her ample bosom. "There, signed."
"OK, do you trust you're in good hands, no matter what?" Brooke's voice was soft, almost conspiratorial.
"Sure."
Brooke relieved him of his phone and wallet, handing them to one of the girls. The other girl placed a sleep mask over his eyes, securing it with duct tape to ensure it wouldn't come off easily. The Dad felt a moment of panic as the mask tightened, but Brooke's soothing voice reassured him. "It's just a precaution. You'll see soon enough."
He felt the elevator move, though he couldn't tell if it was up or down due to its slow progress. Brooke held his hand, rubbing her thumb over the back of it comfortingly. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, mixing anxiety with excitement.
When the elevator doors opened, he was guided out, counting steps in his head. Twenty paces later, he was told to stand still. The room was silent, and he couldn't distinguish if he was alone with Brooke or surrounded by others. His heart raced, both nervous and aroused.
He reached out blindly, fingers brushing against a warm, soft surface. A gasp, followed by a gentle rebuff, made him retract his hand. "Sorry," he muttered, feeling foolish.
"It's alright," Brooke's voice came from the darkness. "Just stay still."
He was left alone in their all-purpose basement room. The floor-to-ceiling mirrors reflected the sparse furniture: a covered mattress on the floor, portable gym equipment stacked in one corner, and a few scattered yoga mats. The air was thick with anticipation, and the silence was broken only by the very faint hum of electronic equipment.
His pulse quickened as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He couldn't see it, but behind the walled two-way mirror, Brooke and ten new members of the Theta Iota Theta Sorority sat in rapt attention, their eyes glued to the seven 4K displays that offered every angle of the scene unfolding before them.