Foxwood College was a small liberal arts school tucked into the pines of northern Vermont. It wasn’t what you’d call “academically rigorous” — but an exorbitant price tag helped it secure an elite reputation and a rotating body of blue blood prep school grads. Guidance counselors across the country joked that Foxwood was the perfect place for kids who could afford the Ivy League but didn’t have the grades to get in.

Thatcher Maxwell fielded rejections from Harvard (his mother’s alma mater), Stanford (his father’s), and Yale (where his older brother was currently enrolled) before settling on Foxwood. At Jefferson Prep, he had been the editor of the school newspaper and nursed high hopes that Foxwood would be the perfect stepping stone to journalistic stardom. Like any freshman, he experimented with beer and pot, but while most of his classmates were busy partying, he was in the cramped offices of the Foxwood Bugle, penning mundane stories about campus construction projects or the e coli outbreak in the cafeteria. At night, he’d lie awake, fantasizing about digging his teeth into a meatier story.

Then, the scandal happened.

His girlfriend, Katie — a bespectacled feminist studies major — was the first one to show him the video. Uploaded to Instagram, it was all of 15 seconds but already had upwards of 300K views. It showed three girls from the Beta Kappa sorority. They were side by side, on all fours, sporting nothing but skimpy, neon-colored bikinis. Their butts were turned towards the camera and gyrating to the beat of a popular hip hop song. An audience of captive frat bros were hooting and hollering and tossing crumpled up twenty-dollar bills in their direction. ​​The antics were nothing new; a routine part of the annual ‘Sorority Girl Auction,’ the proceeds of which went to charity. But in the #MeToo era — with campus sexual politics under new scrutiny — it caused a bit of an uproar.

Katie organized a petition demanding that the sorority be shut down. The Greek Life contingent joined forces and organized a counter-protest demanding the cancellation of “cancel culture.”

Thatcher suddenly had his perfect story.

He interviewed Katie and her friends first, nodding along obediently as they explained how the event glorified misogyny and needed to be left in the past. But what he wasn’t about to tell any of them — especially his girlfriend — was how many times he stroked his cock to the video. It had become his go-to masturbation fodder. Despite this bit of hypocrisy, he still planned to trash Beta Kappa in his article; to land on the righteous and progressive side of the issue. But, ever the principled journalist, he knew he couldn’t reasonably do so without interviewing one of the sorority’s members.

Reyna was the daughter of a Mexican shipping magnate whose net worth was rumored to exceed $12 billion. He was also a big donor to the presidential campaign of Donald Trump. Not only was Reyna the treasurer of Beta Kappa — she was featured in the video, sporting a lime green bikini and twerking in rhythm with her sisters. A friend of a friend of a friend passed her number along to Thatcher. He reached out via text message expecting a ditzy airhead who would refuse to answer his questions. Instead, he got the opposite.

In their exchanges over the phone, Reyna was curt, poised, well-spoken. Any time Thatcher tried to characterize the event as patriarchal, she pushed back with an eloquent defense of how it actually empowered female sexuality. Given his fandom of the video (and his fixation on Reyna’s ass in particular) he found it hard to argue with. Then, she dropped the ultimate hammer. Have you ever even been to a sorority party? He hadn’t. How can you be a good journalist and write about us if you don’t even know what we do? He had to admit she was right.

She made him a deal — she would answer all of his questions and give him a proper interview if he showed up to their next event. She sent him a Facebook invite that featured images of girl clad in exaggerated Catholic Schoolgirl uniforms. The theme was printed in big pink letters: Catholic School Hos and Prep School Bros.

[Thanks for reading. This is a bit of a departure from my usual prompts but still has many of the themes I like to explore; corruption, infidelity, the intersection of sex and politics. If you’re open to exploring how this persuasive sorority girls leads the student journalist down a road of ruin — reach out and let’s build something together.

Any of the specific details I laid out are merely suggestions that I’m open to altering. If you’re interested in writing with me send a DM. Let me know how you envision the sorority girl and any questions, comments, or visions about where we’ll take this story. I’m thinking we would start with them meeting up at the party and seeing where things go from there. I typically write 3 - 5 paragraphs per response. Sometimes more, rarely less.

Thatcher is 5’11, with a thin lean build (a little on the scrawny side) with short but messy dark hair and brown eyes. Despite his lean physique, he’s fairly fit thanks to a running regimen. He wears hip, large-framed glasses with thick, clear rims.

Looking forward to connecting.]