Mike Robinson woke up as every guy should: Naked with a girl in each arm. And this, of course, gave him a legitimate reason to have a big grin on his face. As he shook off his sleeping partners, found his clothes, and prepared to leave the room, he shook his head, still in disbelief of how his junior year at college had gone. As he slipped a hooded sweatshirt on to fight the cool wind that still gripped campus in mid-April, he realized the weather was the same that night his life had taken a huge turn off the ‘normal' expressway.
It was mid-September when the call had come. Mike was in his room, studying hard at some course he knew he would never use after college, when his room phone had rung. This was abnormal, since both Mike and his roommate relied on their cell phones, and the room phone usually just sat there.
"Hello?"
A female voice, trying to sound disguised, asked neutrally: "Is this Michael Robinson?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"Mr. Robinson, can you prove your identity?"
"Huh? Why should I?"
"Mr. Robinson, I represent a unique opportunity for you, but I need to be sure it is really you I am speaking to. Please give us a unique piece of information."
His interest now piqued, Mike questioned back: "Like what?"
"Who was you lab partner in freshman chemistry?"
Mike thought back, thinking hard. Suddenly, it hit him. "It was Katie Germain."
"Ahh," He thought. "Katie." A gorgeous blonde whose height of 5'8" did not do justice to a pair of legs perfected through years of ballet. A perfect ass and beautiful smile that'd flirted with Mike all semester. He'd never asked her out though, as he knew she was dating a football player whose bicep size was bigger than his IQ. They'd stayed in touch, but Mike knew from the voice that it wasn't Katie.
"Very good, Mr. Robinson. Now, go out front. There is a cab waiting for you."
Now Mike's mood changed from happy memories to quiet resistance. He looked out the window.
"I don't see a cab."
"It will be there in a minute. Get a coat, its cold. And hurry, we're waiting."
"Is this some kind of sick joke?"
"Trust us, Mr. Robinson, this is no joke."
"Are you from the Kappa Tau's?" Mike's fraternity, Sigma Lambda, had recently trashed a Kappa Tau party, and Mike worried about retaliation.
"No" the voice laughed. "We're much better than that. Please, Mr. Robinson, trust us for tonight. I insist it is in your best interests."
Mike decided that he didn't really feel like studying right now, so why not try something a little different. He grabbed his cell phone in case something went wrong, and left a note for his roommate to call him if he wasn't back by 2 am. He threw on his favorite hoodie, and headed out to meet the cab, which pulled up as he reached the curb.
Mike got in the front seat, and nodded at the driver, who spoke nothing. The cab pulled out, and headed out a back road. Mike started to get nervous, and asked the driver: "Where are we going?"
The driver shrugged, and replied: "I ain't supposed to answer no questions."
Mike sat back into his seat, and watched the dark countryside fly by. Finally, the cab pulled up to a dark farmhouse. The driver stopped, and Mike reached for his wallet. "Your ride has already been paid for buddy. Enjoy your night."
With that, the cab pulled out, leaving Mike in the rain with no ride and no clue where he was. He turned towards the house, seeing a face peeking out a window that quickly disappeared behind the curtains. Taking a deep breath, he walked up the front steps to the door. He knocked, hearing an empty answer from inside the house.
A young male appeared at the door. He was dressed much like Mike, in a hoodie and jeans, and nodded to Mike as he opened the door. He led Mike through the house, which was pitch dark, and down a staircase to what must have been the basement. At the bottom of the stairs was a door. Mike's twin pulled out a stocking cap, which he put over Mike's head, then pulled down, making it into a blindfold.
Mike heard the door open, and was led into a room. He could hear a fire crackling, and felt something bump the back of his legs, and a voice say, "Sit." He felt back, felt a chair, and sat. He heard shifting going on around him, until finally a female voice, the one that had spoken to him on the phone, spoke up:
"Welcome, Michael Robinson. And Congratulations, you have been chosen for a great honor. The one who led you here is Jeff Coty, who was chosen before you. But before I tell you anything more about why you are here, I need you to take a solemn oath never to divulge to anyone what you see and hear, and to keep this oath unto death. Do you take this oath?"
Mike, blindfolded and now confused, decided it was probably in his best interest to agree, even though if something really messed up happened, he'd go to the cops later.
"Yeah sure."
"Alright, Michael, you may remove the blindfold."
Mike reached up and pulled the blindfold from his face. In front of him was a fireplace, crackling and burning bright orange. It was the only light in the room. And around it was something wholly unexpected.
Arranged two deep in a half-circle, with a split for the fire, were women, or maybe just girls, wearing nothing but masks over their face. Mike turned and stared, and realized the women stretched in a full circle, with the only other male in the room, the fully-clothed Jeff, standing right behind him.
One girl in front now spoke again. It was the voice from the phone.
"Michael, we welcome you into an elite fraternity. One so elite, only one man a year is selected, based on qualities of trust, attractiveness, and other reasons which will soon come to light. With this position come many benefits, but one must also have the dependability to fulfill them. In fact, you must prove yourself before you are accepted."
Mike nodded along with this, listening, but confused and distracted by the naked bodies surrounding him. He looked around, seeing if he recognized any of the girls by their bodies, but failing so far.
