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Tonight, the Sorority sisters are holding a private meeting to vote on an alliance with the Frat boys to throw the biggest party before Christmas break.
It was Rebecca and Shannon’s idea. Both are leaders of the Srat Sisters.
And they haven’t told the other girls yet, so this will be a surprise for them.
It was Friday, November 2005.
The time was now 3:45 pm.
Location: Gage Hall, where Rebecca and Shannon were having a conversation while finishing up laundry.
Rebecca was sitting on top of the dryer in tight pajamas and a lollipop in her mouth, while Shannon loaded the washer.
Rebecca Wilson, 19 years old, dark skin, with an afro.
She often wears her black sorority jacket with black leggings and boots.
A dress code for the whole clique
Rebecca was voted leader for numerous reasons, but the main one was her rich dad, who would do anything for her.
Shannon Rogers, 20 years old, with white skin and a high ponytail, was a very caring person who was deemed too soft and was forced to join the Sisterhood.
“My dad has finished all the rings,” said Rebecca, slurping on the tip of the candy stick.
“All 30 of them?” Shannon asked with a smile, bending over in her belly skin and panties, which were stuck between her hairy crotch.
“Yep. I have one in my bag; I will show it to you later.”
“That’s sweet,” Shannon replied.
“You should have heard him. Please take care of these rings; they were hard to come by.” Rebecca replied with a mocking voice of her dad.
Shannon laughed.
“He is also making 35 more rings for Grayson and his boys,” Rebecca said.
Shannon was displeased.
“I thought we were the only ones wearing rings?” she asked.
“Yes, but they had to pay; we got ours free,” Rebecca replied.
“It's not about the money, Ree,”
“Then what is it, about then Shan?”
“Us being the only ones in gold rings.”
“It will be fine,” Rebecca said.
Shannon then looked at her watch.
It was 4:30 pm.
“Shit. I have a test at 5 today. I did not study for.”
“Audit?” Rebecca asked.
“Yes,” said Shannon.
“No need, I took it last semester, and everyone cheated.”
“I might have past answers, that man does not change his questions either,” Rebecca said.
Shannon laughed, “That is so true, but I love Mr. Kanan, though, he is my favorite professor.”
“Why does he shake so much?” Rebecca asked.
“He has Parkinson's,” Shannon told her.
“Oh, I didn’t know,” said Rebecca.
Shannon then put the soap in the machine, along with quarters, started it, and began to load another.
“What time is the meeting?”
“7 pm,” said Rebecca.
“I hope all the girls agree,” Shannon stated.
“They will. Your test is an hour and a half long, correct?” Rebecca asked.
“Yes.”
“Okay, so you have time to make it,” Rebecca said.
“Yes. And can you do me a favor and take care of the rest of the laundry for me, just put them in the dryer when it’s done,” Shannon said, still loading.
“It’s 4:35 now, so I won’t have time,” she said, then noticed Rebecca wasn’t answering, or the room got a little quiet too quickly.
“Rebecca,” she slightly yelled.
She didn’t answer.
Shannon then turned around and came to realize Rebecca wasn’t answering because she was staring down the hallway like a possessed woman.
“REE!” she shouted. Who jumped up with a fright!
“You, okay?” Shannon asked.
“Yes. Did you not see that woman with long white hair to her ankle?”
Shannon laughed. “What?”
“Anyway, I'm going to leave now, remember the dryer.”
“I will,” Rebecca replied, still looking down the hallway.
They hugged.
“Sisters, Today, Sisters Tomorrow, Sisters Forever.”
“Go Delta,” they both said.
Moments later, Shannon had left and made it to the “SCHOOL OF BUSINESS”.
She was now entering her class, where students were already seated.
She went and sat in the back beside this giggling black boy.
“Hey Grayson,” she said.
“Hey Shan,” he replied romantically.
Grayson Benjie, 21 years old, dark skin, brown eyes, beard, low fade haircut, and slim, muscular build.
Grayson, leader of the Alpha Phi Delta, had a carefree attitude, rich in a very sexual nature, loved to party, and attended school only for the fun of it.
“Did you study for the test?”
“No, Rebecca gave me the answers.”
“Oh sweet, swung them my way when you done,” he said, smiling.
The Professor then walked in and headed straight for his desk. He placed his briefcase on the ground.
“Good morning, everyone,” he said.
A tall, white, big-bellied man, age 69, with a receded hairline.
“GOOD EVENING, SIR,” everyone replied, half laughing.
The professor laughed!
“Oh, that's right, it’s the afternoon now,” he said.
The class laughed along.
He then wrote something on the board.
“Here we go again,” said Grayson abruptly.
“What?” Shannon asked.
“His fucking shaking; it’s annoying,” he replied, watching the professor trembles, as he writes. Shannon looked at Grayson, with a “what the fuck Grayson, why would you say that” face.
“Leave him alone, he can’t help it,” Shannon told him, looking at the professor, still shaking.
“He should just fucking retire then,” he replied, when a whiff of a manly cologne came from the back of the class. They both turned around and made eye contact with a white hooded student standing and staring at them.
“You should never disrespect someone who doesn’t disrespect you,” he said, and immediately left the classroom.
They both looked around to see if anyone else was watching.
Shannon pandered, then looked at Grayson.
“Who was that?” she asked.
“I never saw him before,” he replied.
“You saw how he kept looking at my finger, the whole time he was talking,” Grayson said.
"That was weird," he said.
“I’ve never seen him before either,” Shannon replied, looking at a gold ring on Grayson’s finger.
“Okay, class, you have an hour and a half to complete all 100 multiple-choice questions,” Professor Kanan stated, passing out the papers.
Moments later, after Shannon got hers, she realized the questions were the same as Rebecca's past test. She smiles and gives thanks to the Lord.
“Remember to swing that my way when you're done,” Grayson reminded her, followed by a knock on the door.
A woman had come and called the Professor away.
“YOU MAY BEGIN,” he said, and stepped out.
Professor Kanan was now talking to the woman when she told him.
“There is a young man in your office who says that he is a past student.”
“Oh, that must be my guy Andre Paul, tell him I will be right there,” he said, and walked back in, grabbed the chalk. And wrote.
“WHEN FINISHED, PUT YOUR PAPER ON MY DESK AND LEAVE.”
He then left.
Everyone was celebrating, as if they weren’t already cheating.
After 45 minutes, the professor was still not back, so the class started putting their papers down and left.
Shannon and Grayson were also heading out.
“I’m going to my meeting, see you later,” she told him.
“Okay,” Grayson replied and walked off.
Shannon was now heading to the Digital room when she saw the hooded student coming down, walking directly toward her at a steady pace, as if he was gliding. When he approached her. Shannon tried a casual hello, but he whispered something unusual and walked off.
“”
Shannon was startled.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” she asked, as she kept looking behind her.
She then hurriedly ran off.
Moments later, at THE PRIVATE MEETING.
She saw Rebecca outside, who saw her looking tired, and was about to close the door.
“Why are you out of breath?’ she asked.
“Something weird just happened when I was coming from class,” she replied.
“This black guy was saying weird stuff in my ears.”
Rebecca laughed, “Let us go,” and they both entered.
The room was already packed with over 30 girls in black jackets.
Shannon and Rebecca then walked in, and all the sisters started cheering.
Rebecca shouted, and they all got quiet.
“Hello, my sisters,” she said, and began the meeting.
And just like that, time had passed, and the meeting had come to an end.
The vote was unanimous. Everyone ruled in favor of the party.
“And finally, ladies,” said Rebecca, standing over everyone, pulling out the bag full of rings, and placing it on a table.
The girls all went in awe over the rings as they put them on.
“Okay, ladies, gather up,” she said, and pointed her ring to the ceiling.
They all followed and repeated after her.
“Sisters today,” Rebecca said.
“Sisters today,” everyone else shouted.
“Sisters tomorrow,”
“Sisters tomorrow,”
“Sisters forever,”
“Sister forever,”
They ended with a huge, “GO DELTA,”
“Okay, ladies, the party is at 2 pm, at Blue Moon Cabaret, so everyone meet at 1 pm at Cuddy’s, for your passes, and after that we all walk there,” said Rebecca.
“Are you guys ready to turn the fuck up?” she asked, and that was the last hurrah before they all left.
THE NEXT DAY.
Saturday.
1 PM.
At McGillicuddy’s, the girls were having drinks, laughing, and chatting, while Shannon was handing out the wristbands. After more shots of vodka and long chats, the time was now 1:45 pm., and the Girls had decided to start walking.
They did!
And after they have arrived.
Rebecca and Shannon were standing in front, looking at the building, strangely.
“Why are we having a college party at a strip club?” Shannon asked Rebecca.
“Okay, ladies, let’s go,” Rebecca said, ignoring Shannon, seems something is pissing her off!
“Ree,” Shannon said.
“Where is your ring?” Rebecca abruptly asked.
“What?’ said Shannon.
“Your ring, Shannon, where is it?” Rebecca asked with a serious tone.
“Oh shit, I didn’t even realize I wasn’t wearing it,” she said.
Rebecca hissed.
“I don’t know how I forgot it.”
Rebecca continued to ignore Shannon.
“Let us go, ladies,” she told the other girls.
They all went to the front door and showed their passes.
“WELCOME TO BLUE MOON, WHERE OUR LADIES ARE HERE TO PLEASE YOU,” the bouncer said, smiling.
Shannon, Rebecca, and the others stood at the entrance, watching the neon lights change from green to pink; Grayson and his boys were sitting on couches, surrounded by naked strippers, gyrating while they stuck dollar bills between their ass cheeks and breasts.
“What is this?” Rebecca said out loud, looking at naked titties.
“I told you,” Shannon replied, inhaling the hookah and pussy scent.
“I'll be right back,” Rebecca replied, angrily walking over to Grayson.
Grayson saw Rebecca coming and quickly pushed the stripper off.
“Boys, the girls are here,” he said.
They all turn around.
“Delta Delta Delta,” they started to cheer.
The girls were gradually getting pumped when all the strippers walked down and started grinding on them. The Strippers then brought the girls to the dance floor.
“Don’t sit pon di bench, guh di bar and thirst yuh quench,” said a Jamaican DJ, spinning the turntables.
He then played “Gimme the Light” by Sean Paul.
“Shannon?” said Grayson, who was now making his way to her.
“Let’s get something at the bar,” he said.
She smiled and bopped to the music as they walked off.
“By the way, thank you for that test sheet. I got a 100%.”
“Kanan already put the grades out?” she asked.
“Yes, but let’s not talk about that right now, let’s party.”
“Okay.” She replied.
By now, all the students were drinking and dancing.
It was a college kids ' strippers’ party.
“Order what you want, I'll be right back,” Grayson told Shannon, and went up to the DJ, demanding to speak on the Mic.
Drunkenly grabbing the mic, he yelled.
“ALPHAAAAAAAAA,” and all the boys shouted it back.
“DELTAAAAAA,” and Shannon, Rebecca, and the other girls start screaming in joy.
“Hey boys, I have something special for you all tonight,” he said, pointing to the middle of the floor, signaling to the bouncer to turn on the lights.
When the lights came on, there was a table with Gold Rings. Shannon looked at Rebecca and smiled at the boys, who seemed extremely thrilled about the gold rings.
“Boys, grab your ring and become a man,” he said, and they all rushed to the table with pure excitement.
“Let there be smoke,” Grayson said and gave the mic back to the DJ.
He then stood there, proudly staring at everyone.
The DJ started playing ‘Turn Me On, by Kevin Lyttle.’
Shannon then made her way back to Rebecca.
Smoke started coming from the floor. The neon light changed to red; the strippers started bringing out champagne on platters. Everyone started drinking and dancing again.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Shannon told Rebecca, then walked off, only to abruptly come to a stop when she saw two oddly tall-looking women walk in wearing black, with black mesh stockings.
Shannon found it creepy!
“Ree, are you seeing this?” she immediately asked.
“Shan, that was the woman I saw on campus,” Rebecca replied, looking at Shannon with scared eyes.
The two women then made their way up to the dance floor with a slow, slithering motion, capturing the attention of everyone.
“Big up the massive dem, weh just arrived,” the DJ said.
The strange women groovily bopped their shoulders to the music, taking small and gentle steps through the crowd, which parted in two.
“What in the name of Queen of the Dammed, is going on here?” someone asked.
“Is this part of the show?” Shannon asked.
“I don’t know, but it is weird as fuck.” Rebecca replied.
The two strange women then walked to the DJ, where Grayson was standing, and passionately stared at Grayson, who remained unresponsive. She then grabbed his finger and started to suck it, like a blow job, her eyes rolled back in her head, as she licks from his palm, and up his index.
She slowly pulls Grayson's finger out of her mouth and pushes him away.
“A WAH KINDA FREAKY GYAL DEM YAH?” the DJ asked and stopped the music when one of the women started speaking a foreign language.
“”
Everyone stared in confusion.
“Where did I hear this before?” Shannon asked herself, unaware that everyone's eyes had become solid white!
The club then came to a pause; nobody was moving, it was as if they were frozen.
Then something strange happened.
The strippers fainted, followed by the DJ, the bouncer, and the bartenders, leaving only the college kids. The two women then stripped naked and headed outside, and then all the Sorority girls and Fraternity boys started to make a line.
“Rebecca, what are you doing?” Shannon asked, the only person who seemed unaffected by the strange encounter.
She shook Rebecca.
“Rebecca?” She shouted.
Rebecca remained unresponsive!
“Grayson,” she said, but nothing happened.
All the students were maintaining the straight line; as they began walking out, Shannon quickly ran to the window, where she peeped at the two women standing naked in the middle of the Street, as they raised their hands to the sky, summoning a beam of light that shot down to the ground, Shannon looked up, and saw a pyramid-shaped Flying object, hovering over the strip club.
She trembles as she watched everyone walk into the light and suck up like a vacuum.
“What is this, what is this?” she asked repeatedly, pulling her ponytail out.
She then saw the two women enter the Flying object, taking off at 7000 miles per hour.
She then saw someone else driving away.
“Mr. Wilson,” she said, pressing her face on the window to make sure.
“This has to be the Rapture,” she said frantically when she heard footsteps walking up behind her.
She quickly turned around.
“It’s you,” she said.
“I’M AFRAID IT IS NOT THE RAPTURE,” a voice replied.
“Who are you?” she asked, backing up.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said.
“What the fuck was that?” Shannon asked.
“My name is Eli Collins. And those two women you saw are hunters.”
“Hunters?” Shannon asked.
“Just be silent and listen.”
“Don’t tell me to be silent, after what I just saw.”
“THEY ARE ALIENS,” he said.
“You mean alien, like alien, alien? like out of space alien?” She stupidly asked.
“This shit is not real,” she said.
“Then what was that you just witnessed?” he asked.
“Government business.”
Eli laughed and took off his hood.
He said, “Those creatures hunt Gold.”
“Aliens hunt gold?” Shannon asked.
“Not just any gold, a rare type of gold, only the wealthy can afford, a man like Rebecca’s dad, who is also responsible for this abduction. The rings your friends were wearing were made from the same gold; this gold is found once in a lifetime; when the gold meets the human skin, it sends a signal to the alien planet known as the White Internet.”
“These hunters can find you in just a matter of seconds,” he said.
“What will happen to my friends, and do you know so much, are you one of them?”
“These hunters are going to fuck your friends, until they die, then take the gold.”
“Oh man, that is so crazy. You know something was telling me to leave my ring at home,” she said as she started to cry. “It is as if someone warned me,” she said, looking at the guy, with tears in her eyes.
He smiled.
“It was me,” he said.
“What?”
“I USED AN ALIEN LANGUAGE THAT PLANTS THOUGHTS,” he said.
“What did you plant in my head?” Shannon asked.
“TO NOT WEAR THE RING TONIGHT.”
“Why did you save me?”
“The answer is rather simple.” He replied.
“How simple?” she asked.
Eli then smiled and said:
“YOU WERE VERY NICE TO THE PROFESSOR”
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