The Bloom of a Flower -

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?"

Miranda closed her eyes and let out a breath. She knew that to get what she wanted, she had to take the first step. Miranda lifted her arms and wrapped her fingers around her top and her bra. Without any hesitation, Miranda not only released her breasts, but she released herself, for the first time. Her 34C breasts fell out onto her chest. The cool air quickly chilled her sweaty body and, with the addition of her nervous arousal, her nipples quickly grew erect.

As Miranda looked around, the other girls had already done the same. A sense of pride swelled within her, she had done it. A small smile crept across her face. In fact, she wanted more. She wanted to proudly present her gifts to anyone who cared to watch.

"Good," The strong woman's voice returned and she stepped forward, "Very good."

She continued to approach the girls, her face fully coming into view. Her piercing blue eyes gazed from girl to girl, up and down their body.

She approached the blonde first.

"Name?"

"Alex!" She spoke with a slight bounce.

"Hello, Alex. You can call me Brooke." Before Alex could even respond, Brooke moved her delicate fingers below Alex's head, and raised her mouth to meet hers.

Alex seemed to be prepared for such an occurrence and kissed back passionately. The two blonde's tongues danced in each other's mouth as Brooke tenderly moved her hand to Alex's breast. Alex's breasts were firmer than the other girls, but with tinier nipples. Brooke danced her finger around the surface of Alex's skin before grabbing it with a gentle force. Alex continued to smile while passionately kissing Brooke before Brooke pulled herself from Alex.

"Good."

Brook moved to Miranda. Miranda looked directly at Brooke before blurting out her name.

"Miranda!"

The look of Brooke's face turned from a lustful interest into a soft anger. Brooke leaned into Miranda's ear and whispered in an intense and rigid voice into her ear.

"Did I ask you to speak?"

Miranda almost stuttered out an answer before Brooke's lips collided with hers. This kiss lacked the care of the one from before, Brooke's tongue forcefully entered Miranda's mouth and had her frozen in fear. After the initial surprise of the kiss, Miranda soon melted into Brooke, attempting to return the passion, but being beaten by the dominance of the woman. Brooke's hand began to slowly but forcefully massage Miranda's open breasts, they felt softer as her breasts melted into Brooke's hand. While Brooke's other hand wrapped around and squeezed Miranda's little round ass, she also squeezed one of Miranda's nipples. Miranda moaned loudly into Brooke's mouth. This was seemingly enough for Brooke, as she quickly stood back, leaving Miranda standing sweating, horny, and very wet. Miranda could feel a wet spot growing through her white panties.

Miranda couldn't focus. The other girl's name was something like Vivianna and she heard the sounds of Brooke passionately making out with her. She even might've spanked her a little. Miranda couldn't think. After feeling the touch of a woman, she wanted more. The rush that overcame her body and mind was like nothing she had ever felt before. She wanted more hands to explore her body and touch every inch of her. She wanted to watch and be seen all at the same time. She needed more.

"Good," Brooke took a step back and looked at the topless women in front of her, "Now you," she then brushed her lips with her index finger before pointing it forward, "Come here."

Her finger pointed right at Miranda. Oh, god. Oh, yes. Brooke gestured for Miranda to follow and they both moved to a small table, about the height of Miranda's stomach, that must've been here the entire time.

"Now," Brooke pointed at the two remaining girls, "You watch."

She then turned to the two gingers, "Hand me my supplies."

Supplies? What the hell does that mean? Miranda's thoughts spiraled and she grew nervous again. What was to come?

As Miranda waited Brooke approached her from behind and grabbed her shoulders. Brooke guided Miranda's body over the table and bent her over. Miranda rested on her arms as Brooke lifted Miranda's skirt, revealing her wet panties to the group.

"Good girl," Brooke spoke with a sensual pride.

Brooke then slowly removed the panties, peeling them off Miranda's moist body. The cool air shocked Miranda and she let out a soft moan. Her cheeks grew red and she attempted to squeeze her legs together, hiding her vulnerable parts. This was the first time she had ever exposed herself like this to another person so close to her, close enough to touch. Brooke wasn't having it, she grabbed Miranda by the thigh and spread her legs apart, exposing her further.

"Bad," She gave Miranda a quick spank and a ripple traveled across her ass, "Do only what I tell you to do."

Miranda didn't respond, she only closed her eyes and dropped her head against the table. Brooke then reached under Miranda and placed the tips of her fingers on her slightly trimmed mound. She then brushed her finger back, only barely touching Miranda. As Brooke's finger brushed her clitoris, Miranda moaned loudly and gripped the table. Brooke's hand continued to travel, never entering Miranda's wet folds, but lightly stroking the top of her ready vagina. Miranda was sensitive to Brooke's touches and wanted more. Brooke's hand even lightly grazed Miranda's tight asshole before she removed her hand all together.

"Please," Miranda begged, "Anything."

A wicked smile crept across Brooke's face. The two redheads returned carrying one item each. The dark haired girl handed Brooke heart shaped leather crop, and the flame headed woman gave her a cat-o-nine tails whip, with frayed ends to the rope.

Miranda had never seen tools such as this before. Her mind spiraled in a strange mix of concern and anticipation. This was something she was not prepared for. While she may have wanted rough hands to explore her body, she didn't know about these primal objects.

"Don't worry, darling," Brooke could sense the tension within Miranda, "I'll be gentle."

She used the whip first, she lowered the many ropes onto Miranda's bottom and twirled loops on her body, gently teasing her. She moved the ropes down and brushed Miranda's aching, wet vagina. Miranda let out a soft groan, any sort of physical contact felt wonderful on her desperate sex. Brooke gently used the whip, but so soft that no pain was felt. Miranda moaned louder, completely melting to the tickling and teasing of Brooke.

When the pleasure suddenly stopped, Miranda attempted to recover from the ecstasy. This was quickly cut off when she was spanked swiftly with the crop. She let out a yelp and tensed herself. The flash of pain was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Miranda was more confused with her reaction to the pain then the idea of the pain itself. The crop whipped down again and she heard the spank of it against her bottom. She could feel her ass ripple and her yelp was more akin to a moan.

Brooke watched her subject moan and twitch to her touch. She knew that Miranda was learning new things about herself. She wanted to bring Miranda into her world, a world of freedom and debauchery. She would lead her through and release her out into this life. She will love it.

Brooke whipped her again. Miranda moaned and her right cheek grew red from the crop. Brooke circled her way to the front of Miranda and lifted her head up. The both made eye contact, Miranda's big eyes staring longingly into Brooke's. Brooke dropped the crop, and then gestured over to the two girls. Vivian and Alex were making out, they're hands groping and grabbing each other's breasts. Miranda looked back at Brooke.

"Please, please touch me."

Brooke stared at Miranda, her request enticed her. She walked back behind Miranda. She used the loose rope of the cat-o-nine to tease Miranda again. After Miranda couldn't take the teasing any longer, she cried out, and Brooke dropped the whip. Brooke began to massage Miranda's ass, firmly groping her cheeks. She then pulled them apart, Miranda was fully on display for her. She bent down, her face could feel the heat radiating off of Miranda's womanhood. Brooke lightly kissed her asshole before tracing her finger down Miranda again. She caressed up and down Miranda twice before stopping right in front of her quivering entrance. She could feel Miranda's rigid anticipation. She slowly slipped her middle finger inside Miranda.

Miranda, for the first time ever, felt something inside of her. She lost all control over her body and fell limp. Her moan echoed throughout the room and even Vivian and Alex had to stop to see what the commotion was. Brooke then hooked her finger in and slowly slid her way out of Miranda. Miranda rested on the table, breathing deeply, attempting to recover her thoughts.

Brooke walked around back in front of Miranda. Brooke's middle finger glistened in the light, Miranda's wetness covering it. Brooke lifted Miranda's head yet again and slid her finger into her mouth. Miranda's tongue swirled around Brooke's finger and she tasted herself for the first time. She sucked on the finger for a few brief moments before Brooke pulled it from her mouth. Miranda looked up and saw Brooke's lustful face staring back down. Miranda's face was at the same level of Brooke's hips, and she could swear she could smell the heavenly scent from below Brooke's skirt. Miranda licked her lips. Brooke shook her head and helped Miranda stand.

"Another time, darling. But, trust me, this is not the last you've seen of me."

Brooke looked around one last time at the three girls in the room, "Congratulations ladies, you've made it. You're all free to go, and I can't wait to be seeing you again."

Miranda smiled, she had come and accomplished more than she ever thought she would've. But most importantly, she couldn't wait to feel Brooke again.