This story was inspired in part by a Japanese movie, "Bus Full of Blonde." It is placed in the Mature section, as the relationships are consistently May/December; more specifically, younger ladies seducing older men. All of the characters are at least eighteen. I do hope you like it!
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Delta Nu was probably the most popular sorority on the Livingston campus. Every one of the sisters of Delta Nu was quite pretty. Many were in fact beautiful. They also had the bodies that men would die for. Well, maybe that's a bit exaggerated, but they really were consistently so very attractive. Most importantly, Delta Nu girls met and married the most desirable and successful men. The sorority's motto was "Any girl who wants a guy wants first to be Delta Nu." Elle Woods was, of course, a Delta Nu. She was probably their most famous alumni. She naturally married a very successful lawyer. But, there were other notable graduates as well. Suzanne Somers, Goldie Hawn, Alicia Silverstone, Desiree Cousteau, Christina Applegate, Carol Connors, Claire Wellington, and Lorelei Lee were all Delta Nu, as well as, of course, Bree Olson (see "Five steps to Delta Nu").
Delta Nu was also a very progressive sorority. They valued the representation of all groups, all perspectives. Most of the girls were blonde, but some were brunette and a couple were even redhead. Delta Nu embraced diversity. Some of the girls were tall, some were petite. Delta Nu did not discriminate. Delta Nu didn't even require that a girl's breasts be large. That would be terribly prejudicial and also missing the point. Some guys do like them little. However, all of the girls were clearly very attractive, if not beautiful. That was to be expected. Delta Nu supported diversity, but they were not stupid. Well, actually, many of the girls weren't the brightest bulbs in the lamp, but they knew enough to get what they wanted, and no Delta Nu failed to be successful in college, if success meant finding the right man, and for a Delta Nu girl that did indeed mean obtaining the most desirable catch.
From the perspective of Livingston College and the Panhellenic Council, the governing body of sororities, Delta Nu was a jewel. Delta Nu turned marginal, even failing, students into members of the Dean's List. This was most impressive to the Dean of Undergraduate Affairs, Mr. Horner, and a point of considerable jealousy among the more academically oriented college associations. The manner in which Delta Nu accomplished this feat was a carefully guarded pedagogical secret coveted by all of the other sororities and fraternities.
In fact, this past year the sisters of Delta Nu obtained the highest grade point average of all of the sororities and fraternities on campus, much to the annoyance of Chi Omega which contained the highest proportion of chess club, biology club, chemistry club, pre-med, and pre-law members. As a reward for their outstanding academic accomplishment, Mr. Horner, the Dean of Undergraduate Studies, selected six members of Delta Nu to represent Livingston College at a three-day seminar in Washington, DC, for undergraduates wishing to pursue a career within the financial sector.
The girls were ecstatic! Of course, none of them were actually pursuing careers within the financial sector. Some of them were business majors, but that was only to meet future businessmen. Pre-business courses were horrible! Could there be anything more boring than classes on economics or accounting? Gag me with a spoon! However, it was not difficult to get good grades in the classes. Guys in the classes were pretty willing to "help" with the girls' homework and exams. And, if that wasn't sufficient, the teaching assistants would provide extra tutoring, and these young men had ready access to the tests. And, if that wasn't enough, there was still the professors, most of whom were also male. For the girls of Delta Nu, business classes were essentially "bunny" courses.
In any case, the Delta Nu girls were not interested in attending the seminar in order to get a heads-up on how to be successful businesswomen. They were going because of the tremendous networking possibilities. The girls of Delta Nu were not particularly interested in becoming bankers but they certainly embraced the opportunity to meet bankers. Who was richer than bankers?
Banking is really quite an amazing career. You give the bankers your money to store for you. All they have to do is to provide you in return a nominal dividend, which will be much, much lower than the interest rate they will charge for the vast number of loans they provide on the basis of having yours and everyone else's money that they are storing. Funny how the money you give them to store is not itself considered to be a loan. And, of course, they can also invest all of your money, as if it was a loan to them, plus invest even much more than what they actually have, by borrowing from other banks, all of whom are in massive debt to each other.
Naturally, you don't get any of the profits from the bank's investments of your money. They keep that for themselves. You should just feel happy that your money is in a save place (at least up to 250,000 dollars, which seems a lot to you but is a pittance to the persons running the bank). And, of course, for keeping your money save and investing it to make lots of money for themselves, the bankers largely determine their own salaries, which are typically obscenely large.
Banking was such an attractive career that some Delta Nu girls even considered pursuing it. But, that pointless ambition never lasted for long. There was some degree of work involved, particularly during college. So, the girls pursued the next best thing: marrying a banker.
Each of the financial seminars in Washington, DC would be led by a major player within the banking, finance, or insurance field. The girls got warm between their thighs just thinking about meeting so many wealthy and powerful men.
There was one minor setback. Livingston College, like all colleges, was strapped for funds. Their budget was supported largely by the dividends they received on their endowment (held by some bank), which had shrunk well below expectations with the fall in the market (due largely to banks making far too many risky loans), leaving the campus with a considerable budget crunch. All new hiring was frozen, all new construction was halted, and every dollar, even every cent, was being carefully monitored and questioned. The college administration decided that it simply could no longer afford a trip to Washington, DC. The cost of the air travel alone was well beyond their travel budget's capacity for the sorority.
Dean Horner was very reluctant but he would have to call the trip off. Perhaps next year, he suggested.
The girls though were not to be denied. True to form for any sorority the ladies came up with a plan to make it work. They repackaged the trip in a manner that would be well within the college's strict financial limitations. First, they would all share rooms at a Motel 6 just outside of the city rather than stay at the Ritz Carlton (in the heart of "the district"), as originally planned. They would eat at fast food restaurants, and they would limit their tourist excursions (the Smithsonians in DC are free but the real fun ones, like the History of Fashion Museum did charge a fee). Plus, they would take a bus to travel from Livingston to DC.
Dean Horner was impressed, and pleased, with the girls' motivation and frugality. Plus, he was going to be their chaperone and had so much looked forward to the trip himself. He was not particularly excited about taking a bus, but if the girls were willing to make a sacrifice, then so was he.
The bus ride, however, wouldn't really be that bad. Bus seats are considerably more roomy than airline seats. Plus, it's such a wonderful opportunity to see America. Well, at least some of the trip would be scenic. Probably much of it would be quite boring. They weren't even riding a chartered bus that provided movies. It was a public bus that had to make stops along the way.
The girls were naturally late getting on board and so, as a result, they had to take the remaining seats, which meant for many of them sitting next to strangers rather than being able to sit next to each other. It was curious how so many passengers put their baggage on the empty seat next to them, and then act is if they didn't notice it while the girls were looking for a place to sit down.
Dean Horner suggested that they play a game. He had made maps of the U.S. and every time a sorority sister (or anyone else on the bus who wanted to play) saw a license plate from a particular state she would color in that state. The first person to color in all 52 states would win (or the person who had the most states colored in by the end of the trip, if nobody saw all 52 states).
Lexi Belle though talked him out of it. They couldn't really play the game very effectively as the girls were spread out all over the bus. In any case, the girls didn't mind sitting next to strangers. Delta Nu girls, like all sorority girls, were very gregarious and friendly. It's why Delta Nu girls were so popular at social events, meetings, and conventions. They could turn the most boring function into a delightfully merry and engaging party. For the girls of Delta Nu, a bus trip was an opportunity to make new friends.
"Hello," Ellie exclaimed with a big grin, holding out her hand to the man moving his briefcase from the seat next to him so that Ellie could sit down. "I'm Ellie Fox. What's your name?" She reached over with her right hand to shake his.
Mr. Sanders slipped the briefcase beneath the seat in front of him and turned to the young girl now sitting down next to him in the aisle seat. She was a strikingly pretty little girl, with large round sparkling blue eyes, and even larger and rounder spectacles, rosy red cheeks with little dimples, pursed pink lips, a perky nose, and wavy auburn hair that came down to the rounded collar of her white blouse. She was wearing a rather tight light blue cardigan sweater over her blouse, a necklace with the Delta Nu emblem on the pin, a matching light blue skirt, white socks, and tennis shoes. She was a petite little thing, as her feet barely touched the floor of the bus.
"Uh, yes, I'm Larry Sanders," he replied, shaking her hand. He also noticed how lovely was her perfume. Sitting next to her wouldn't be so bad. He no longer regretted having to move his briefcase. He sorely hated having a stranger sit next to him on a bus, particularly the overweight and smelly ones. This girl, though, was far from that.
"I'm going to Washington, DC," Ellie said with considerable enthusiasm.
"Yes, uh, well, um, so am I."
"It's going to be a long trip."
