James struggled with the seatbelt as it pressed tightly between his breasts, accenting his already prominent cleavage. The red tank top did a fantastic job of exposing them. Just keep breathing James thought to himself. This wont be that bad. I mean, I was in a frat in college, this can't be any worse than THAT hazing. They'll probably just make me do some silly girl stuff, and they'll stay up late talking. Maybe put my bra in the freezer or something. They're kids right? How bad can it be?
"Alright Becks! Time for your training to start. First things first, drink this" Amy, the short Asian, looked back from the front seat, and said with a mischievously grin.
She handed James a plastic water bottle filled with a viscous pink liquid. James eyed it nervously this could be trouble. Most likely, it was some kind of alcohol. James normally didn't have any problem drinking, he had even had a few adventures nights where he'd had too much. He was well aware of his own limits but all of that was in his own body. Becky wasn't even old enough to drink, and that made this illegal. He definitely wasn't comfortable getting Becky in the trouble with the law.
On the other hand, he didn't want to ruin Becky's chances with the cheerleading team. This was probably just something mostly harmless. He knew that if he just drank a little, and pounded water later, he would be able to handle it. He took the container and sniffed the contents. It smelled a little like cough syrup- yuck.
"Try it, ya pansy!" "“ Sheila said, punching James in the arm friendlily.
"Here goes nothing." James said with a smile, and took a gulp. It tasted sickeningly sweet, but the sugary flavor completely masked any alcohol that was in it. James figured there really couldn't be much in it, 'specially since these girls were still in high school and couldn't really have access to that much.
The girls all whooped in support as he turned the bottle up and drained it.
