There was a knock on the door. Vaughn, the president of the frat, had ordered a pledge to escort me to fulfill my next role in the frat's tradition. After being used by a group of wealthy alumni donors, Vaughn had me for several hours, and it appeared he was done. I didn't know exactly what was to come next, but I knew I was being prepared for a ceremony of some kind. What can I say? I was desperate to stay in school, and they were paying me enough to finish without taking out any more loans.
The pledge was introduced as Mark. He was clearly only 18 or 19 years old- a freshman in college eager to be accepted by Vaughn and his peers. "Mark, take this whore to Sandra for prepping," barked Vaughn. "Yes, sir."
I got up to follow Mark out of the room, wandering the halls of the frat naked again. Mark seemed frazzled and uncertain, trying not to stare at my breasts when he turned around to say "This way."
We rounded a corner into an unoccupied hallway. I grabbed his hand and stopped. He turned to me puzzled "Uhh.."
"Do you want to touch me?" I asked the nervous young man. I stepped in closer to him.
"Y-yes, but I'm not allowed to have sex with you yet."
I giggled, "I know, but you can touch me."
He reached out his hand and grabbed one of my breasts. I pulled him into an embrace, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him passionately. He reached around to grope my ass as I rubbed my nude body against him, feeling his erection growing. "I can't wait to feel that dick inside me," I whispered in his ear.
I realized in that moment that I fucking loved this. I loved being a frat whore. I couldn't wait for the ceremony, whatever it was. There were 34 men living in this house, and I was going to fuck every one of them. "Feel how wet I am," I ordered Mark. He spread my cheeks with one hand, reaching down to feel my pussy from behind with the other. He rubbed up and down my slit with his fingers and I felt his dick twitch.
I pulled away, thoroughly enjoying teasing and dominating this guy. He shuddered. I grabbed his hand and put his fingers in my mouth, simulating giving head and sucking my own juices off of them. I took in the sound of his jagged breathing. "Alright show me where I need to go."
Mark dropped me off in a parlor room on the first floor. There was a rack of what appeared to be very expensive formal gowns and shoes, and there was a woman waiting next to a table with a professional hair and makeup setup and an assortment of fine jewelry. There was also a display of elegant lingerie. She introduced herself as Sandra.
Sandra told me she was there to pamper me and make me look my best for the ceremony. She handed me a fancy silky robe and a mimosa. "Come on over to this sink and I'll shampoo you," she said.
"Can I take a proper shower?" I asked.
She laughed. "No dear. Part of the tradition is that the highest ranking richest donor of the frat gets you when you're fresh and clean, and the lowliest pledges are basically hazed by having to fuck you while you're covered in and full of everyone else's cum, you see? You can't clean your pussy until they're done."
It was weird to hear a middle aged woman say things like that while shampooing you. The oils smelled incredible and she massaged my scalp. "Uhh... how do you know that? Do you do this every year?"
"Ohhh, I was you once. And yes, I do this every year." She winked.
She blow dried and styled my hair surprisingly elegantly, applied classy evening makeup expertly, and led me over to try on gowns.
"They're haute couture," said Sandra, "Very very expensive." I remembered Professor Rhodes asking for my measurements in preparation for the day. This must have been why.
I tried them on and we landed on a floor length red gown with intricate black art deco beading. I tried on lingerie, landing on a set the dress could conceal- a black leather corset, a black g-string, thigh-high stockings, and a leather garter belt. We selected beautiful dangling earrings that matched perfectly and a black stiletto.
"Why all the fuss of dressing me up? What even is this ceremony? What's going to happen?"
"I'm on strict orders not to tell you the details, hun, but I think they just get off on building you up into some kind of goddess and then defiling you." I felt my pussy moisten at the concept. I guess I get off on that too, I thought.
After she completed my hair and makeup, I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked absolutely incredible. Like a movie star walking the red carpet. The door opened and, to my surprise, Professor Rhodes walked in looking unbearably handsome in a tuxedo. He greeted Sandra and hugged her like an old friend, then took my hand and kissed it. "You look beautiful," he said. He took my arm like a gentleman and began walking me to the door. "Nice work," he said to Sandra.
Professor Rhodes led me to a fancy dining room. All of the men of the frat, including the alumni who'd had their way with my earlier, stood up in their formalwear when we entered. Professor Rhodes pulled out my chair for me, and everyone sat down as I sat down. I was reminded that I still had cum leaking out of me when I sat down and felt the wetness on my upper thighs.
Women in modest server clothing set down fancy cocktails and salads. The young men seated near me began chit chatting with me. Where are you from? What's your major? Pretending they wouldn't be running a train on me like I was an object soon. I caught eyes with Mark, the freshman, across the table as the waitresses brought out another course. He smiled shyly.
Toasts, polite conversation, a delicious dinner, many compliments on my dress. We even took some photos. When the meal was over, I was encouraged to follow the men to the "salon" as they called it for "dessert."
