Grace just turned 50 and I am 59 almost 60, we first met her freshman year of college. I was her professor and she was failing my class miserably. She showed up at my office one day and inquired if there was anything she could do for me to improve her grade and I told her no. She took off her sweatshirt and was topless underneath.
She said to me: "I will do whatever you want just please let me pass."
I asked her: "Kindly put your top back on, and I will see if there is a possibility of going back over your papers and after marking them up, you will need to improve them."
I will give them back to her and if she rewrote them, I would see about giving her a passing grade.
From then on and two other classes she had with me her work was exceptional. I don't know if she offered herself to the other professors for improved grades, but she didn't do it with me.
After she graduated, it was just as we were about to go on Christmas break, she showed up in my office. I told her: "Take a seat, what is you want?".
She told me: "You were the only professor I had that was unwilling to have sex with me to improve my marks. It is for that reason you are the only one I have any respect for. You are the reason after freshman year I knuckle down and did my work so I didn't need to offer myself for better marks."
She then said: "Now that we are no longer Professor and student, can I buy you lunch?"
I thought about it and saw no reason I couldn't accept her invitation. After that once a month she showed up and we go to lunch. A year later we started dating. It was another three months before our relationship became sexual, and by the end of the year we were engaged.
Fast-forward to the present, I'm still teaching at the university it was not for the money, because my grandfather's Will left me independently wealthy. I do it because I love to teach and help mold young mines.
Six months ago, Grace was in the car accident. Her car was T-bones and she is in a coma. They didn't think there was any hope of her ever coming out of it and was told I should consider stopping life support. I just couldn't bring myself to do that, I was encouraged to file for divorce and let the state take over her care. I could afford to pay for her care so, I wasn't going to do that.
I did, however, start to pack up her things being in the coma her weight dropped and her clothes would no longer fit her and I could afford to buy her a new wardrobe if she ever woke up.
As I was removing the last of the long gowns hanging on the right side of her closet I uncovered a stack of Shoe boxes. As I moved several boxes from the top of the pile. The top I saw a metal container about 18" x 18" wide I move the boxes in front of it. My first impression had been that the entire area was boxes of Designer shoes.
Turned out to be a safe it had a keypad and required a key, I found in her jewelry box. I was hopeful the key overrode the keypad, like the one on my gun safe. But that wasn't the case, so I called the company that installed my gun safe and the second safe I had in my office. They sent out a guy, he had to remove the face plate on the keypad inserted a couple wires attached to a switch and a button when he throw the switch and pressed the button. I heard safe click and he depressed the handle and opened the door.
He said: "Let me know if you want me to reset the combination on the keypad."
He left, and I started to go through the safe. It contains journals going back to three years after we were married. That that time Grace is enjoying being part of a group of women that were several wives from the country club we belong to. The women in the group all went to the college Grace graduated from and I'm a professor.
I put aside the journals I had taken out and took out the rest and look back in the safe. I noticed against the back wall was what look like a document case with a lock. I pulled it out and tried the key for the safe, but it didn't work. I went back to jewelry box and looked there. There wasn't another key. I remembered her key fob for her car had a small key. The key fob along with the title, I had to turn into the insurance company. At the time I didn't find the second fob that came with the car. I figured the second key would be with that fob, it had to be somewhere. Back out in the bedroom set about looking where the second key might be.
One of Grace's bureaus, the high boy at the top it had four drawers stacked two by two. I came up empty there as well as the drawers below it, in the drawers in her other bureau has a compartment on each side of the drop-down doors. It was while it was looking in there. I pulled out a mirror that she had in there that could be flipped over and to a magnification side. As I set it down, something caught my eye it was flat and was showing me the underside of the top of the compartment. I saw a piece of tape when I pulled it down, I found a key that I hoped was the key to the document box.
It was the key I was looking for, and I opened the box and sat on the end of the bed and started to go through it, I was surprised by what I found Grace joined a sorority her freshman year, she never mentioned that. I found out in the paperwork she saved. It was the most prestigious sorority on campus. The girls accepted at that sorority came from the richest families in high society.
I wondered how Grace was excepted there so I started looking more carefully at the documents. I was surprised to find another book at the back. Hoping to I might find more about how she got into that sorority freshman year. I put all the other papers to the side and opened it and learned she and three of the other girls that were pledges came from middle income families those three were members now at the country club and part of her ladies' group.
I learned that they had been invited to pledge and guaranteed to be excepted if they completed several tasks. They each had to complete their given task by the end of the week and a second task to complete on the weekend. They were required to do this for four weeks and made to swear if they completed the tasks to be accepted into the sorority. They would never revel what the tasks were.
Grace and all three of them swore and signed a document stating that they swore to the oath. She listed the eight tasks that they all performed. First was the three of them had a masturbate each other in front of the entire sorority.
When they asked why the other pledges weren't required to do this, they were told the others were from High Society families and didn't have to earn the right to join. Unlike themselves who had to prove their loyalty to be admitted.
One of the other girls told them her sister had to do the same thing to join. The perks becoming a sorority sister will be worth it. The first week end they were taken to an adult video store with video booths. The booths had holes in the walls and they were told to suck every cock that came through one of the holes. They were told to show the cum to their escort before swallowing it. Grace wrote only one of the four had never sucked a cock before. The next week they were told to meet at a coffee shop across town as they had been volunteered as waitresses at a private club. It was a member only strip club and they were required to be topless. The next week they had to go back to the video booths and let what every cock came through the hole fuck them and cum in their pussies. The weekend they were taken to another sister sorority. They were led to a back room and found two holes like at the video store booths. Grace wrote it was a sister sorority to the one she was pledged to at another school.
It was a way to raise money by having the pledges suck cock, guys paid ten dollars to get their cocks sucked. The four could switch off since there were only two holes. Again, like at the video booths, they had to show the cum and swallow it. One of the girls caught syphilis from one of the cocks she was required to suck. I flipped through the pages as I had no interest in what else Grace had to do to be allowed in to the sorority. The last page written on she wrote that she hoped that it was worth all that she went through to become a member of the sorority.
I picked up the oldest journal and started to read it, as I said it started three years after we were married it was about the time we joined the country club. I never golfed, but Grace said she wanted to join as it was I great club and some of her friends belonged. Besides she wanted to take up golf to do more things with her friends. I only went a few times when there was a fund raiser for some charity or something of that nature.
What I read on the first page shocked me, she wrote; I thought I was done being one of their whores when I graduated. But today in the mail were pictures of me from the things I was made to do as a pledge. I called Missy and she told me she also got the same pictures of her as well. The attached notes told us to go to the same private strip club we were taken to freshman year and we were made to whore at till we graduated.
Missy picked me up and we were both nervous as to what we would find out when we got to the club. We walked in and saw Rhoda was there already and I asked Missy if she new where Gina was living as I had a feeling she would also be there. We were shown into the office and told to wait. It felt like hours, but as probably only several minute till a woman I recognizes was the head of the sorority our freshman year walked in.
She got right to the point of us being summoned there. She told us we were whores back when we pledged and we are going to be whores again. If we refused our picture would be distributed in a national scandal sheet and we would be the subject of an investigation about college girls working as prostitutes for grades and tuition. Besides the picture we didn't know were being taken there were also videos of us.
If you are wondering where your fellow whore Gina is, she chose to kill herself rather that come here this afternoon. Just so you know you are not the first trash we invited into our sorority to become whores and you are not the last. You will each be given and invitation to join the country club next to the campus. Your first assignment is to convince your husbands to accept the invitation and join the club. We don't expect them to play, but you need to convince them that you want to learn to play to spend more time with your friends and to stay in shape.
I had read enough as I realized the journals were what Grace had done as a whore all these years. Next, I wondered what else I would learn from the papers she saved. What I found both shocked me and set my blood boiling. Two years after she was blackmailed into being a whore, Grace got pregnant. It was something we were not expecting, but we were both thrilled none the less. As she started her second trimester, she miscarried and we were both devastated. The D&C that followed went bad and she had to stay over night because of bleeding. I found an itemized receipt from the hospital and it was not what I expected to see. Grace had an abortion and her tubes tied, my shock at finding out that made me feel she was not worth my love any more and was going to pull the plug on her life support.
More than anything I wanted answers, but Grace was in a coma so I decided to call her best friend Missy. When I called Dave, her husband answered and I asked him: "Could I talk to Missy about something I just found out about Grace."
Dave asked me: "Does it concern the sorority they belonged to in College?"
I told him: "It does, did Missy talk to you about that?"
Dave told me: "She did right after Grace's supposed accident."
I aske him: "What do you man supposed accident?"
Dave said: "Why don't you come over and she will explain everything to you."
I hung up and was now concerned that Grace may be in danger. Dave's statement made me feel someone tried to kill my wife. I decided to go to the police first and ask that a guard be placed outside Grace's room. As I was about to go out the door the phone rang, I almost didn't pick it up, but decided to see who it was.
I said: "Hello.:
I heard Missy say: "What ever you do don't call the cops, some of them are mixed up in this."
I told her: "Good thing you called I was about to go there before going to your house."
