You were so nervous, clutching your small overnight bag with both hands, walking up the path to the sorority house. You'd already been initiated, but that was one thing. Being admitted into the house was a totally separate ordeal. The legend was that your sorority was the most exclusive one—and the most risqué. These girls were all about sex appeal—which was why you were more than surprised when you received their bid.
They were famous. They had a dress code for every waking second of the day, for every event. They walked around in tight groups, and they were incredibly friendly—not only with other people, but especially with each other. That gave way to the rumors. The especially friendly ones all lived in the same house together, and so many other students and members of Greek life speculated that life inside the house was essentially a continuous orgy. So, when you got the calligraphy inscribed letter hand delivered by one of the sisters to your dorm room door, inviting you to the house with a list of instructions, your heart practically leapt into your throat.
Little one,
Congratulations! The inhabitants of our sisterhood's house would like to cordially invite you to an evening of fun and excitement. On the above date, please bring your sexiest pajamas, and your favorite toys to the house around 6:00 pm.
Can't wait!
And here you were. It was 5:58, the sun was setting, you had your bag, and you were standing in front of the door, your fist up, wondering whether you should knock or not.
The door suddenly opened and a girl you recognized from rush and initiation stood there, smiling brightly, her dark hair swept up into a ponytail. "Hi," she said. "I'm Diana. I'm going to be your roommate for tonight." She winked. "Follow me."
You follow her into the house and as soon as the door shuts behind you, you notice the moans that seem to emanate from each and every door and wall in the house. Diana sees your eyes widen and smiles mischievously. "Don't worry, sweetie, you'll be joining them soon."
Joining them? you think. What does that mean?
Diana leads you into a small room, bare of everything but one king sized white mattress in the middle of the room, and a dark chest of drawers. She shuts the door behind you and for the first time you notice that she seems to be wearing nothing but a robe. She drops it to the floor and you swallow hard at the sight of her smooth, toned body, perfectly shaved and sculpted.
So this is why they require all their initiates to be in such good shape...
"Sweetie," Diana says, sitting gingerly on the mattress and crossing her legs. "All the girls that live in this house, live in this house to pleasure and be pleasured. Whether this is to each other or our many patrons, it doesn't matter. But every girl who does so must go through...rigorous training. Yours begins tonight. Do you accept the position?"
You nod hesitantly.
"Say 'yes.'"
"Yes," you say, your voice cracking a little bit.
"Good girl." Diana smiles and spreads her legs, revealing a perfectly groomed, flush pink pussy, gleaming with a slight bit of moisture.
Your heart pounds in your throat.
"Now. Strip. And slowly. I want to enjoy you."
You drop your bags and obey. Slowly, you pull your tight blouse over your head and discard it on the floor. Your mini skirt follows. You fumble as you unhook the white lace bra you had the foresight to wear and your breasts tumble out, heavy with their newfound freedom. Finally, you step out of your matching thong, hoping that the tiny little bit of fuzz on your pussy doesn't bother her.
"Take your hair down."
Obediently, you pull your hair out of its ponytail, feeling it tumble down around your shoulders.
"All right," Diana says, closing her legs and walking over to you. "Inspection."
You blink. "What?"
"Inspection," she repeats, placing her hands on your shoulders and pushing you to the mattress. "Lie down."
You lie down, stiff as a board and watch nervously as she paces around you, her mouth screwed up to one side, staring hard.
She leans down and grabs your chin in her fingers, twisting your jaw from side to side. "Open your mouth as wide as you can without baring your teeth."
You oblige, careful to keep your lips in a perfect O shape.
"Good, good." She leans down and grabs your breasts in her hands, pulling and kneading
and making you gasp. In one swift movement, she pulls and flicks your now erect nipples, finishing the motion before you can even fully arch your back.
"Good girl," she coos. "So responsive."
She trails her hands down your navel, not missing the enormous shiver you can't hold back, and smiles. She cups her hand over your mound and slowly slides one finger down through your now slippery folds, making you gasp and twitch.
"Ah, not yet, sweetheart. We haven't even finished our inspection yet." She takes her finger out and sucks it clean. You can't help the small whimper that escapes your throat.
She slowly spreads your legs, kneeling down in front of you and testing your flexibility. When she has pushed them as far as they can go, she shakes her head. "We'll certainly have to work on your flexibility, darling. My legs reach up behind my head."