They gave Vicki a week to settle in and meet the other girls. There were twenty girls in her pledge class, and dozens more upper classwomen to meet and try to remember. Only a handful of the fresh pledges moved directly into the house. Her roommate was a sweetheart from Minnesota named Janette. She was blond with blue eyes, looked like a Swedish model with her too long legs. She cupped her vowels like a character from Fargo and liked to talk about cold weather sports.
Vicki came downstairs with the other girls for a meeting. After the general introductions and instructions, each of the twenty girls was given a pledge collar. Each collar was to be worn when they were in the house during rush. Sixteen of the girls would get a black collar, a normal pledge.
The other four girls, Vicki included, were given red collars. The official story was that the red collars were girls who paid an extra fee to move directly into the house.
Vicki knew that she and the three other girls were given the red collars because they were part of The Program.
McKayla and the other upper classwomen had them line up, as if they were in boot camp, and put on the collars.
The thing was tight enough that Vicki couldn't ignore it, but not so tight it stopped her from breathing. There was a metal ring that bit into her neck ever so slightly. McKayla addressed the group:
"While you are pledges in our house, you must wear those collars. And while you wear that collar, you are not a woman. You do not have a name. You are either Blacks or Reds. Sluts or Whores."
"You red collars, if you fail to do what we ask, when we ask it, you're out," McKayla said. She walked down the row of girls. "For some of you, that means you're out of the house, and all the benefits that come with it." She stopped in front of Vicki and stared her in the eyes. "For others, the consequences are worse."
McKayla lowered her voice and spoke directly to Vicki. "Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes," Vicki said.
"OK then," McKayla was back to projecting. "Red collars, step forward and face your sisters."
Vicki and the three others stepped forward. It was terrifying be singled out in this environment.
Vicki wasn't fat, but she felt like it next to those other girls. She was also the only non-white girl of the group. Even among red collars, she stood out. "Bad thing," she thought.
Liz walked the line of black collars, handing each of them a set of cards. "These red collars are your sisters, your friends, and for tonight," she paused, "your servants. As such, any punishment given to you should be redirected to them."
She stopped at the end of the line. "What does your card say?"
The girl, Kary, read her card, "Take off your bra."
"You can do what the card says, or pass it to one of the red collars who serve you," she said.
The girl hesitated for a moment before walking to the four red collars.
"Pick one," Liz said. The black collar looked at them, but didn't so much as twitch. It was like they were on a reality show, and she didn't want to make an enemy. "May I suggest the one with the biggest tits," Liz said.
The girl sighed, happy to have the responsibility taken from her. She gave the card to Vicki.
"Do what it says," Liz told her.
Vicki read the card again, then tucked it in the band of her pants and undid her bra. Her breasts were always just getting in the way, and she wore the most supportive bras she could find. She was overly conscious of the way her breasts dropped against her green blouse. She imagined how the other girls could see her nipples.
"Next," Liz said. Looking at the next girl in the line.
Each girl read their card, then gave it to one of the red collars. The only time a Black removed an article themselves was when there were no Reds with garments left that qualified.
Liz was careful to pause the game when Vicki's very last piece of clothing, her shirt, was stolen. She was standing bottomless, her freshly shaved pussy feeling cold and exposed, hunched over trying to hide as much as possible with her blouse.
She was given the card that said shirt. The girl who gave it to her was still fully clothed.
"How does it feel to know your sister, your black collared sister would take your very last piece of modesty, the only thing hiding your pussy from all these other eyes," Liz said.
Vicki winced at the word pussy almost as if she had been struck.
Being directly addressed by Liz singled her out in a way even being naked had not. She really did feel the other girls staring at her.
"It was not a rhetorical question," she said. "Answer me."
All the black collars were staring at her. Those white girls with their perfect clothes and tennis player bodies.
"Bad," she said. There was an edge of emotion in her voice she didn't expect.
"You're not going to cry are you?" Liz asked. She stood in front of Vicki, inches from her face.
"No," she whispered. She could feel pressure in her face, in her eyes.
"Take it off then. Whore," she whispered.
Vicki did what she was told, peeling off the shirt, and exposing her completely nude body. Her too big breasts, her dark nipples, and soft tummy that the other girls did not have.
Liz kept going down the line. Vicki and the other three red collars were stripped completely naked. A handful of the other girls were missing a shirt here or a bra there as the black collars ran out of viable clothing to fulfill the card directive. She couldn't separate the cold from her nerves, but she was shivering either way.
"How many of you ever licked a pussy before?" Liz asked.
Vicki had not so much as kissed another girl in her life. She scanned the other girls. No one said a word.
"Show of hands whores, which one of you dykes licked another girl's pussy?" Liz asked again.
Still nothing.
"Kary," she said to the black collar at the end of the line.
"Yes?" she chirped.
"Oh, you licked another girls pussy then?"
"No, no I haven't, I was just answering you," she said.
"Well now is your chance. Why don't you lick that red collar over there?" Liz said. She pointed at Vicki's roommate Janette.
Kary was terrified, a deer in headlights. She shuffled up to Janette as though she only had 50% control of her legs.
"On your knees black collar. Just give it a smooch," Liz said.
Kary slowly lowered herself in front of Janette. She leaned in, giving a quick kiss between Janette's legs. She turned to Liz, a pained look on her face.
"Good enough," Liz said. "As you were."
