Becky couldn't believe some of the subjects on the questionnaire: a personality test, hobbies and interests, even her menstrual cycle! Why did they need so much personal information about her? She continued through the 12 pages, answering the increasingly embarrassing queries.
Theta Alpha Alpha was *the* sorority on campus. Every girl who managed to get in was popular among her peers, and successful in later life. There were wild rumors of Satan worship, illegal hazing and other things, but nothing proven. Becky, for one, didn't believe any of it. It was obviously all a smokescreen, a way to keep loser applicants away, as was this stupid, annoying questionnaire.
She finished the last of it and returned the papers to the sorority house. The young woman who took them gave her a cheeky smirk. Just a smokescreen, Becky reminded herself.
The next week she received an invitation to a mixer at the house. Yes! The following week flew by as she worried about how she could impress the sorority. She would regale them with stories of her holiday in France after graduation from high school, and the time she met Tom Cruise. She went out and bought a short dark skirt and a slinky sheer halter-top that showed off her not-insubstantial breasts. She admired her trim form in the mirror. Her dirty blonde hair framed her pretty face, and her new pumps nicely accentuated her slim, shapely legs. She would fit in. She prayed to God each night that they would accept her.
The night had arrived. As she walked up to the sorority house she saw a familiar face: Sarisha, a slim Hindi girl from her high school grad class, wearing a form-fitting one-piece dress that ended just above her knees. Her dark hair was loose about her shoulders.
"Becky! Hi! Are you here to join the sorority too?" Sarisha looked relieved to see someone she knew, as was Becky.
"Yeah! Anybody else from our class here?" Becky looked around hopefully.
"I don't think so. You want to go in?"
Becky nodded, and they entered together. The party was swinging and the music was loud, with lots of guys. They found one of the sorority sisters and identified themselves, as per the invitation's instructions. They were brought to a large room, a kind of den, in the back of the house. Several sisters were waiting there for them, and Becky recognized one: Christine, who graduated the year before her. Becky didn't realize *she* was a sister! She hoped there were no hard feelings for...
"Welcome, potential sisters," began a striking young Asian woman, breaking Becky's train of thought. "My name is Kallie. Please, have a seat and help yourselves to some drinks." She motioned, and highballs were provided. The 2 applicants sat and sipped their drinks as Kallie spoke about the history of Theta Alpha Alpha and its values. It was actually quite boring, and by the time she was done the girls' drinks were empty.
With a little smile Kallie motioned them to rise. "You," she pointed to Sarisha. "Follow these sisters upstairs." Sarisha looked back at Becky as she left, as to say "sorry", then was gone, along with 2 of the sisters. Becky was left alone with Kallie and Christine.
"You," continued Kallie.
"Her name's Becky," broke in Christine, stepping forward. "May I?"
Kallie nodded, and Christine continued: "Becky, you will have to follow any instructions given you by the sisters tonight, no matter what. Fail to follow instructions in a timely fashion and you fail the test. You will not be able to reapply for membership." Becky thought she detected some satisfaction in Christine's voice. She also felt a little dizzy, and blinked a little to moisten her eyes. She was up late last night worrying about tonight's showing and didn't get much sleep.
The sisters looked at her, then at each other. Kallie continued: "Becky, you will need to go out into the party -- meet some people. If any of the boys offer you anything, take it and bring it back to us. Don't go upstairs."
Nodding, Becky stumbled out into the main part of the house. She was still feeling kind of odd. There were less people than she remembered. Where did they go?
She chatted up some of the other sisters, but they weren't interested in talking to plebeians. The last girl she tried to speak to hinted that she was falling behind in the competition.
Finally, she approached one of the guys, a jock by the look of him: tall and muscled, with short, light brown hair. His name was Gabe. After she introduced herself he asked if he could give her something. She remembered that she had to accept anything that the guys gave her, so nodded.
He took her hand firmly and pulled her into a side room. It was dark, only illuminated by the scant light coming from the hallway and through the window from the streetlight outside. He pushed her to the wall, clamping his mouth to hers.
"Mmmf!" She was completely surprised by his sudden passionate attack. She was also still feeling a bit slow, like her head was stuffed with cotton.
Gabe's hands moved down to her skirt, pulling it up. His expert tongue kept her from being able to make more than muffled gasping sounds as he quickly yanked her panties down to her ankles.
She couldn't believe it! In seconds she was completely unprotected against his onslaught! His hands seemed to be everywhere, and she couldn't dislodge his mouth from hers. Then she felt it: something warm and hard pressing insistently at her pelvic area. God, no! He had unzipped his fly and his penis was already poking at the entrance to her vulnerable tunnel.
"Nnn! Nnnnhh!" She tried to get more than stifled sounds out, but he had obviously done this before, keeping her mouth securely sealed. In a moment he would be inside her. Oh my God! She was right in the middle of her monthly cycle and he wasn't wearing a condom!
"Gabe! Get off her!" It was a woman's voice. Gabe whole body stiffened. His throbbing dick was half an inch inside Becky's pussy lips, its advance stopped as he paused, as if considering what to do.
"I said GET OFF!" A young woman pushed into the room, shoving him to the side. Gabe's dick flew free from Becky's labia. He spun back, looking like he was ready to kill the newcomer.
The woman turned on the light -- it was Kallie! She went right up into Gabe's face, loudly chastising him for his treatment of the pledge. His penis flagged noticeably as he backed off.
"But I was gonna give her my cum! I told her I was gonna!" Gabe almost sounded like a little boy asking for ice cream. Becky slid down the wall, stunned as she realized the implications of what she had agreed to.
Kallie turned back to Becky: "Is that true? Were you trying to turn down what he was going to give you?"
