She had the perfect plan. It only seemed right, retribution in a way. Her alma mater was strife with general misogyny and gendered injustices. One example was the fact that the sororities on campus weren't allowed any official houses in the university's student village, while the fraternities took turns getting to share the 5 houses, depending on who wasn't banned as a frat for their illegal hazing rush procedures.
Rushing was an initiation process, making the newest recruits show their loyalty for their frat and "strengthen brotherhood" amongst themselves in the process. It went on for a few weeks, with tasks ranging from the pledge boys needing to run out of class the minute a 'brother' requests a vape, or being forced to finish near 2 liter handles of liquor amongst themselves and then being beaten to a pulp by older members. The frats hosted parties and the girls attended them, and that was how it was on this campus. For a sorority to host an event like a party on campus for other girls to vibe at was virtually unheard of.
As a double diploma'd Goddess in STEM and gender studies, the overall injustices she observed in the halls and wrought throughout the air of those houses was beginning to make her sick, along with the smell of cheap alcohol, sweat and weed whenever she walked into those spaces. God, she just wanted to dance, in her hot outfits with her sexy friends to good music. Couldn't she just fucking dance, maybe make out with some hot girls, have a good night?
The violence and blatant taking advantage of young girls at these parties made her balk, coinciding with learning the statistics in her gender studies classes. She wrote a paper on quietly observing the fraternity culture from within the walls when attending those parties, academic ethnography-style, receiving full marks on it from her professor, who seemed to want her to do more, further infiltrate these spaces in which their downfall was imminent, delivered by this star student of hers.
Years later, as a beautiful successful alumni, Ava decided to come back & leave her mark on her university as she loved her studies so dearly. Ava pulled the lapel of her buttoned blazer closer over the ruched bust cups of the lace chemise mini dress she had on underneath as she stepped out of the car for her meeting. The outfit was completed with a dark pair of jeans and wide heeled boots, which made a satisfactory crunching sound when they landed on the gravel of the driveway.
"They have no idea what's coming" she chuckled to herself seeing a few of the brick-headed frat boys playing frisbee in the yard. She glided through the foyer of the entrance, straight into the main gathering room, which was cleared for the meeting.
First came in the fraternity's president, Chad, Brad, or something of the like. Behind him entered Mark, the treasurer, and Nathan, the historian. They looked a bit sheepish, blushing with the gift of unexpected eye contact they weren't used to and the sly smile that was flashed to them.
Fred, Connor, or was it Chad?, whatever his silly name was, invited them all to sit in these unsightly folding chairs they had brought to the middle of the room where they sat for the next half hour.
The meeting was over as quickly as it started it seemed, but of course it was, because Ava's proposal was lucrative with no way for the president to argue against her taking over all the party planning aspects for the fraternity. Once back in the car, she reflected happily about the interactions in the meeting.
From the party supplies like the drinks, "and none of that cheap Skol shit either, these girls are getting Grey Goose", to the invitations, decorations, games, music, party favors and entertainment, Ava's company would have them fully decked out to be the frat to rave about for the rest of the school year and beyond.
Little did the president know the rest of that little committee of brothers were loyal subby sluts of Ava's that worshiped the ground She walked on and would do anything for Her.
"I'll be taking care of the decorations."
"Aughh, yes that would be so great-they're always so tiring to put up and there's so much planning involved in trying to choose a theme that girls will like that other frats aren't doing, especially during rush week" subby #2 chimed in.
"Not to mention annoying how it is, that would be such a weight off our shoulders with not having to plan all that and individually gather the supplies!" subby #1 added enthusiastically.
President boy nodded in agreement, easy as a sheep, eating up the words from her bitch bois.
At the end of the meeting, he enthusiastically shook her hand with both his hands, grinning widely as he said "Looking forward to the pleasure of working with you".
She laughed to herself remembering it. How cute those two adorable little subbies were and how proud she was of them of their acting. Her girls were already starting the preparations as soon as Ava walked out of the house- they all had been planning this party from weeks in advance. Some could say months. She was so excited for the big day, this upcoming weekend.
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It was rush weekend, one of the biggest partying weekends in the year, a day where every single frat in the school held a celebration in honor of their newly initiated, after weeks of grueling tasks and avoiding frat expulsion. For the girl students, it was a free for all, free drinks and a stroll down an avenue of different parties. It wasn't a matter of if they were of legal drinking age yet, and the cops stayed parked on the street in case things needed to be shut down, hell even partially escorting the ladies inside the steaming box of drunk &/or high boys and girls pressed against the walls. This night and this party was going to be different though, Ava was going to make sure of it.
The day was finally here. Ava watched the scene unfolding before her in all its glory, and felt the surge of pride within her, like a hot flower shaped flame burning in her heart. It was more beautiful than she could ever imagine. The blue and purple party spotlights flashed about, illuminating the room, pulsating with energizing house music. Sparkling ice-sculptures to take shots off of were strewn about the room. Gorgeous, glamorous and adorable girls of all kinds giggled and danced about, standing around in small groups. Some of them openly pointed and laughed at the spectacle happening at the sides of the room. Older frat brothers tried to approach these groups and laughed alongside the girls that taunted and teased.
An array of delightful sights were scattered around the room- sexy mistresses flogged the fresh-faced pledges, tied up like hogs, on their pathetic balls, or took turns pressing their lovely shoes of all varieties onto their dicks. Some of them stood burning some of the prettiest candles shaped like gorgeous naked women's bodies, in the corner of the room with pledges laying underneath, serving their role in various positions as candle wax drip catchers. There was even a game event in the other room with some boys tied up against chairs with exquisitely beautiful queens and goddesses in their sexy as hell outfits kicking a soccer ball with their boots and heels from across the room directly in between their legs. The mistresses of Goddess Ava's academy had just now decided to split up into two soccer teams and turn it into a drinking game, giddy and giggling every time a goal was accurately made and caused a loud yelp or scream.
