Prelude to Game Day:
Jen sat warily on a high-backed chair. Solid oak, uncomfortable at best. It was ten at night, Saturday. She was the only one in the small meeting room of the Alpha Pi sorority. A long table that could seat ten or more stretched out before her. Paneled walls and thick carpeted floors. Décor from a time long past. But that was Alpha Pi. An ancient among Greek organizations, unchanging in spite of ever-changing times.
The door opened; Jen turned to look. Claire Anderson was entering. She wore a white robe, just long enough to reach her knees. A hood went unused, hanging down her back. She walked past Jen to the far end of the table and sat down. Her hands slowly folded on the table in front of her.
The door opened again, and Jen chose not to turn this time. Two more girls entered, dressed the same as Claire. One passed her on either side. When they reached the far end of the long table, they took the next available chairs.
This whole thing was obviously choreographed as it repeated three more times until there were nine girls seated at the table, ten including Jen. They were all dressed in white robes. Jen was wearing the standard dress of college girls everywhere, jeans and a tee shirt with sneakers.
Game day was and had always been the apex of Alpha Pi's initiation process. Where in the past, every first-year pledge would endure the challenges of Game Day, now, due to pressure from the University board, only one pledge was selected to represent all of the eleven pledges for the current year. That concession, however, came with enormous resistance from current Alpha Pi members as well as local women who were Alpha Pi alumni. These women were now established businesswomen, successful and major donors to both the university and the sorority. And Alpha Pi women did not like change.
Even though Jen had not been given a reason for this meeting when she was notified by typed instructions enclosed in an Alpha Pi envelope, the rumors among the pledges had circulated for weeks. Who would be the girl chosen for Game Day? Well, Jen, sitting there alone with all of the senior sisters on this Home Coming Weekend, she was fairly sure she knew.
Claire stood. "You must know why you are here."
Jen nodded. None of the others looked at her as they continued to look down at the table.
"We once celebrated Game Day in a much different way." She looked at Jen. "I'm sure you are aware."
Jen remained quiet but she was all too aware of the stories of past Game Days where a dozen or more pledges were sent out of the sorority house totally nude, running in all directions as crowds of students cheered. But that was all she knew. The rest remained hidden to history.
"You should know that you were selected by a committee of both senior sisters and alumni." She motioned and two girls stood up. They slowly walked around the others, approaching Jen.
"Stand." One girl said. When Jen was up, they took her by each arm and led her to a small, raised platform near the center of the room. They guided her up onto it and returned to their seats.
Claire spoke again. "Remove your clothes."
Jen stood there. Expecting, something, not knowing, she paused.
"We have other pledges." Claire said. "This is not a debate."
Jen slowly searched for the hem of her tee and as she pulled it over her head, she watched Claire settle back on her chair. With the tee in her hand, she seemed unsure what to do with it.
Finally, she simply let if fall to the floor. Using her toe, she kicked off one of her sneakers and then the other. Jen was a tall slender girl. She was small breasted and where she might wear a sports bra on occasions, usually, like now, she wore none at all. Her fingers trembled as she worked down the zipper of her jeans. She took a deep breath, looked at Claire, saw a bit of a smirk on her face and began working the tight jeans over her slim hips. As she freed one leg and then the other, she realized that all of the girls had turned toward her and were now watching.
For some reason she found herself straightening the jeans and then realized how ridiculous that must look and dropped them. There she stood. On a stage in just her panties.
"And now?" Claire asked.
Jen thumbed the top of those sky-blue panties and eased them over her hips. When they were at her knees, she let them drop and stepped free of them. There she was, long legs, athletic figure, neatly shaved pubic region. The first girl on the far side of the table stood. She walked around the table, behind Claire and up to Jen. She smiled at her. "A long tradition." She whispered. Her fingers brushed the inside of Jen's thigh and she moved on, out the door.
The next girl stood and made a similar voyage until she was in front of Jen. "A very long tradition." Her hand eased between Jen's legs and slowly inched its way up until a finger traced the folds of Jen's labia. Then she was gone.
The third girl was an African American. A track star and on a full scholarship. As she approached Jen, she grinned. "I wish it was like years past." Her hand cupped Jen's ass as she leaned forward and placed a kiss on Jen's abdomen. Jen watched her walk to the door. When she turned to look, she winked at Jen.
Five more girls, one at a time, stopping at Jen, offering some type of encouragement. They also managed to touch Jen in very intimate ways, each one a bit more aggressive than the other. The last girl managed to slip her middle finger into Jen's vagina and hold it there until she started to tremble.
When the last girl had left and only Jen and Claire remained, Claire stood and walked to in front of Jen. She removed and golden braded cord from a pocket and eased it around Jen's waist. There was a small blue pouch attached to the cord and Claire tied it, so the pouch was at Jen's left side.
Claire looked at Jen. "What do you know of Game Day?"
Jen shrugged. "Not much."
"Good." Claire said. She removed a piece of folded paper from a pocket. She handed it to Jen. "Open it once you are outside." She said. "There are ten addresses on the list. Go to them in order. You should receive a token from each place. Put them into this pouch." She touched the velvet bag. "Here." she said. She took Jen's hand and helped her step down from the platform. "One more thing." Claire said. She began to untie her robe. As it slipped off of her shoulders, a most amazing nude Claire was being revealed. Claire removed her robe and held it out so Jen could put it on.
"Really?" Jen asked. She was sure she was going to be sent out onto the streets totally naked.
"It's a new day for Alpha Pi." She smiled. "Not one that pleases us."
