My freshman year at college was a real eye opener. I had been accepted to one of the largest universities in the country. When I arrived, it became very obvious to me that there was a hierarchy of students. There were the average students, the athletes and then the "Greeks." These were the students in the sororities and fraternities. At my university, the "Greeks" ruled. I wanted to be in the clique so I searched out who the best sorority on campus was. At my school it was Gamma, Gamma, Gamma. Their nickname was "Tri Gamma" but everyone meant "Try Gamma." They were known as being the prettiest and the hottest girls on campus. They were also the hardest to get into. While most sororities took 30 or 40 girls each year, Gamma's only accepted ten. I wanted to be one of those ten.
During pledge week, there were multiple interviews as well as get togethers that were meet and greets. Hundreds of girls were competing for the coveted spots. On the second to the last day of the pledge week each sorority posted their short list of recruits. I dashed to the sorority house hoping to see my name on the list. I scanned the list of twenty-five names and found mine. I was ecstatic. I just now needed to beat out fifteen other girls to get the spot. I am competitive as hell. I played high school sports and was an animal on the field and court. In basketball, I was the enforcer. I would foul out before halftime in most games protecting the honor of my teammates. When it came to winning, I played for keeps.
On the last night of pledge week, we all were invited to the sorority house for our final interview. When we arrived, we each got a number. I was number seven. They handed us three tags with string attached that had our number on it. I asked what it was for and the head sister said it would be revealed to us shortly. They sat us in a room and told us we could not talk. The door opened and a couple of dozen fraternity boys entered the room. The head sister explained that they were from the most exclusive fraternity on campus and that they would vote on who the final ten would be. All twenty-five of us looked at each other and quickly sized each other up. If this was going to be a beauty contest, I needed to know who my competition was.
The head sister told us to start mingling. I felt bad for those boys. Within a split second they had twenty-five horny bitches begging for some attention. Although it was forbidden, some "adult beverages" were served. About an hour passed before the head sister told them it was time to go to there "places." A big smile spread across their faces and they left the room. The head sister then said it was time to show our level of commitment to the sisterhood. Three girls at a time were lead from the room and disappeared and did not return. I was in the third group. The sisters took us to the basement and placed each of us on our knees, facing the wall, in what looked like individual closets without doors.
