Bright, white lights shone down on the row of girls standing in the auditorium. Some jumped when the large metal doors were loudly locked behind them. Cold air cooled their sweaty bodies. Miranda leaned forward and looked to her left and then right, she quickly stood back in place and swallowed. The other girls stood rigidly and stared forward, their breathing uneasy and nervous.
Only about twenty girls stood in this line, but all wore strangely similar clothing. White sneakers with socks that stopped right below the knee. Hanging off their bodies were mini and micro white skirts. Just above that, various colors of tank-top clung tightly to their bodies. Miranda looked at the girls around her, some had belly button piercings, or some had small tattoos dancing around their bodies. She felt a pang of insecurity, these women who surrounded her seemed so knowledgeable. They were sexy and proud of it, in other words, confident. She felt vulnerable with not just what she wore but with who she was with. The girls she stood firmly next to were not your average college freshmen, these were girls seemingly willing to do whatever they needed to enter a sorority.
Miranda knew little about sororities but knew that this was out of the ordinary. After moving into her dorm room, the first thing she did was rush to find a sorority to join. Most denied her initial application, and this was the only response. The flier given to her gave strict instruction on what these girls were supposed to wear to their first stage of interviews. White sneakers and skirt, colored top.
As Miranda walked a pit of uncertainty filled her stomach. She wanted to fit in. She needed it. Do Thou Will was etched into stone on the exterior of the concrete building she walked into. Despite the harsh concrete walls, the flatness of the structure gave it a closer appearance to a lodge of sorts. After walking in and being directed very firmly to the auditorium, she stood next to all the other girls. The dark room was only illuminated by the lights outside the doors, and when those were closed, darkness enveloped the young women.
Then, the lights. Then, the locks. Then, a voice.
"Hello ladies," The strong feminine voice echoed around the room, "Welcome to our acceptance ritual."
One of the girls attempted to speak, but was quickly silenced by the dominant figure standing before them.
"Yes, all of you have been pre-selected for this sorority..." A silence hung over the room, "But not all of you will choose to stay."
As she spoke, she took a step forward. A cool blue-tinted light illuminated her, but stopped right underneath her nose. This mystery girl stood tall above the other girls. She wore the same outfit as everyone else, but with a jet black crop top. The low cut struggled to contain her bouncing breasts as she moved forward. Her blonde hair was held tightly in a low ponytail. She was certainly older than the frightened girls in the line, but not by much. Beside her were two other women, smaller, but still standing firmly in their place. The girls shared matching dark maroon tops, one had a wavy head of dark red hair, the other had straight hair, the color of fire.
"Now, I hate the notion of wasting time. If you don't like what we do, leave. There is no complaining, and no objections. Do you understand?"
An uneasy yes rippled throughout the line of girls. Miranda thought her voice sounded the shakiest. She needed to do this.
"Good. Now take off your tops."
None of the girls moved.
"Do it."
A small blonde girl immediately turned around and left, slamming the doors behind her.
"I guess those locks weren't real," Miranda thought amusingly to herself.
The majority followed, most hurried away in an ashamed walk with their heads hung low, but three remained.
The first girl was of seemingly Latin-American descent with her pitch black hair and mocha skin. She seemed almost taller than Miranda. Her large ass was barely covered by her white skirt, and her tan top was quickly but hesitantly removed to expose a black bra, holding her 34C breasts close to her chest. As Miranda looked at the girl standing next to her, Miranda's cheeks grew red with envy. Her breasts were matching Miranda's size, but her large bottom drew much attention. Although Miranda's was rounder and firmer, she couldn't remove her eyes from the woman beside her.
When Miranda glanced to her right, she saw an almost radiant figure. A petite blonde girl smiled and practically threw off her top. A pink 32E bra clung to her chest and she bounced happily, her breasts following suit. Miranda held her gaze longingly at the small girl to her right before snapping into reality when the voice shouted out again.
"Did you think that's all we wanted?"
