The Hofstra Hussies
Copyright© 2026 by Zappedfan
Chapter 2: Torpedo Duty
Ten minutes later they were inside Jenna’s studio. The four nude portraits dominated the far wall under soft track lighting. Greg’s eyes went straight to them and stayed there longer than was polite. Nancy poured from two different bottles without letting him see the labels—real whisky for Greg, Nellie’s perfect counterfeit for the girls.
They settled on the low couches and began “Never Have I Ever.”
Greg went first, smirking. “Never have I ever seen pubic hair be publicly removed from a member of the opposite sex.”
The four girls froze for half a second, then glared. They all knew exactly what he meant—Edna and Bobby at pre-camp after the breakup.
“Nice WORDING,” Nancy said, “Well played, indeed.”
The Hofstra Hussies all lifted their glasses and drank. Nellie’s non-alcoholic formula burned just enough to look real.
Susan leaned forward. “TWO can play at THAT game,” She said, “Never have I ever kissed ... A GIRL!”
Greg drank. Nancy drank.
“NANCY!” the other three exclaimed.
Nancy set her glass down calmly. “I’m a psychology major. I experiment.”
Greg laughed, still watching the portraits and said, “Never have I ever posed nude for a painting.”
“Oh, he’s smart,” Nellie said, “We’ve got to keep an eye on this one.”
“That’s the plan,” Nancy thought.
All four Hofstra Hussies drank again.
After Greg had taken a solid handful of real shots and the Hofstra Hussies remained completely sober, Susan stretched and nodded toward the Magnavox Odyssey.
“You keep looking at that video game console.” She said, “Do you want to play a round?”
Greg hadn’t been looking at it at all, but like any college boy he liked video games.
“Sure,” he answered.
Susan loaded Shooting Gallery and set it to the slowest speed. She let him beat her easily. When the round ended she tossed the plastic rifle aside.
“Boring kid’s game. Not an adult game at all.”
Greg, warm from the whisky and still glancing at the nude portraits, grinned. “Then let’s make it an adult game. Next round, every time a player hits a target, the other one has to strip off one piece of clothing.”
Susan pretended to hesitate. “Only if I can turn the speed up so you miss a few and I don’t have to take off everything.”
Greg agreed. Susan flipped the console to the highest setting without letting him see the dial.
The somewhat tipsy Greg went first and missed every target. The cold sober Susan took the rifle and hit every target in rapid succession.
She lowered the plastic gun and blinked in mock astonishment. “I can’t believe my luck!”
Greg stared at the screen, then at the four fully dressed girls. Suspicion flickered for a moment, but the idea of making it a stripping game had been his. He stood and stripped off every remaining piece of clothing, setting the pile neatly on the floor.
The girls went silent. Greg had reported for “Torpedo Duty.”
Greg Williams was even more perfect in the nude than they remembered. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and strong runner’s legs. His chest was smooth and defined, his stomach flat and hard. Between his legs hung his torpedo—already half-swollen from the whisky, the portraits, and four pairs of eyes—resting against a neat thatch of dark hair. The head was smooth and flushed, the shaft long and thick enough that even partially soft it was impressive.
None of The Hofstra Hussies spoke. They simply stared.
Greg cleared his throat. “Now what do I have to do to get my clothes back?”
Still no answer. Their eyes stayed locked on his torpedo.
“AHEM!”
The four girls snapped out of it. Nancy quickly gathered the bottles and shot glasses, set them aside, and turned back with a composed smile.
“House rule. Each of us gets two turns. For every sixty seconds you give us, the girl whose turn it is returns one item of her choosing. Fair?”
He looked at the four of them, at his discarded clothes, and nodded. “Fair.”
They had already decided the order. It was deliberate—keep him as naked as possible, especially below the waist, for as long as possible.