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Sybian Sorority

I didn’t
want to pledge. When my mother suggested I check out her Greek alma mater, I
told her smugly, I’d rather cut off my left arm than walk through the doors of
some stuck-up sorority.

But that was
all before I met Chloe.

“It’s just a
meeting!” My new roommate was both alluring and persuasive, but if it weren’t
for the instant click that happened when we met, I wouldn’t have even
considered it.

“I’m not the
type,” I grumbled, lamenting that my new Kindle, where all my textbooks were
currently downloaded, wasn’t big enough for me to really hide behind—but I
tried.

Chloe
pouted. I hadn’t yet been subject to the full force of the Chloe pout, and the
pushed out lower lip and big, sad brown eyes were almost enough to melt my
resolve. Almost. But then she spoke.

“I don’t
want to do it without you.” Her voice actually quivered. I swear to god. I
pretended not to notice. “It won’t be any fun if you don’t come.”

I made my
voice cheerful and light. “Sure it will! You’ll have a blast, Chlo. Go for it!”

She sighed,
sitting on her bed, across from mine, and stared at the floor. “Never mind
then.”

Great.

I flipped
through the menu on my Kindle, looking for my physical science textbook—we had
two chapters to read before Monday. I needed something to do besides trying not
to look at Chloe tracing flower patterns on her bedspread. She actually looked
like she was about to cry.

Christ.

“Look, do
you know the crow I’d have to eat if I joined a sorority?” I sat up, tossing my
Kindle on the bed. “I told everyone how much I hate them—my mother, my
sister—there’s no way I can pledge. No way.”

“That’s
okay.” She sighed, blinking fast and looking toward the window, like there was
something interesting there. She had a habit of twirling a long strand of blonde
hair around and around her finger. “You don’t have to.”

I took a
deep breath and tried a different angle. “I’m really not the sorority type. I
mean—look at me!” I held my arms out, glancing down at my baggy black sweater
and jeans. “I’m a brainiac. I practically have to wear my glasses to bed. I can
barely wear a one-piece, let alone a bikini.” I pulled at the short, dark curly
mop on top of my head that liked to masquerade as hair. “I’m not even blonde,
for Christ’s sake!”

“Oh,
Violet.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “It’s so not like that. You’ll make lots of
friends—and trust me, there are tons of smart girls. You have to have and
maintain a 3.0 GPA to get in!”

I frowned
and cocked my head at her. “You do?”

She nodded,
sensing my give, and edged a little closer, leaning forward as she talked. The
fact that her v-neck blouse dipped to show her not inconsiderable cleavage
didn’t hurt either. “There’s nothing like the sisterhood. I promise you, it
will be something you’ll always remember.”

“Right.” I
sighed, trying to keep my gaze away from the swell of her breasts. “Because of
the abject humiliation and degradation they put me through before I join?”

Chloe
laughed, letting the strand of hair she’d been playing with unravel into a
long, blonde curl. “Is that what you’re worried about? They don’t do hazing
anymore. It’s not allowed.”

I snorted.
“That’s what they tell you just before they make you strip naked and moon Gamma
Delta Whatever.”

“Well…” She
lowered her voice conspiratorially, eyes bright. “I’ve got it on good authority
that the hazing at Eta Nu Pi isn’t bad. In fact, it’s quite fun.”

“Fun?” I
snorted. “I very much doubt that.”

“Come on,
Violet.” She gave me the puppy dog eyes again, and this time I wasn’t
distracted. Damn, she was tough to say no to. “Please? For me? Just come to the
meeting. If you hate it, we’ll leave. I’ll go with you. I promise.”

I sighed,
glancing at the clock. “Oh hell. Why not? I didn’t want to read about
transition metals, anyway.”

“Yay!” Chloe
jumped up and actually clapped her hands in glee. “Let’s go—before you change
your mind!”

“Okay,
okay!” I barely had time to grab my jacket—this fall in New England had been
colder than usual—before she yanked me out the door.

*
* * *

The girls
were normal. They weren’t all cheerleader-types, or even all blonde. There were
quite a few who were even less style-conscious than me, surprisingly enough,
and Chloe was right about the requirements, including maintaining a 3.0 GPA. I
was also impressed with their service record—they volunteered at shelters, did
fundraisers for Unicef, and each girl had a special pet cause she brought to
the group. Chloe gave me “I told you so” eyes all night.

“Well,
there’s still no shortage of parties and beer bashes, looks like,” I mumbled,
pulling out the “social events calendar.”

“A girl’s
gotta have fun,” Chloe whispered back, nudging me as the girl talking—a lanky,
dark-haired thing whose glasses were even sadly thicker than mine—noticed our tête-à-tête
and looked our way.

“Are there
any questions?” The girl with the glasses looked directly at both of us.

I raised my
hand and starting speaking before she even called on me. “Is there any hazing
involved?”

The
glasses-girl—Julie, that was her name, written in loopy script on her name tag
and barely visible to me from this distance—cleared her throat and looked at
another girl sitting next to her. That one was blonde, cute and perky, but she
looked smart too. Her name tag said Megan. It was the blonde who stood and
spoke. “Hazing is traditional in a lot of fraternities and sororities. I can
promise you, though, that you won’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Julie took
someone else’s inquiry and I raised an eyebrow as Chloe leaned in to whisper,
“That really didn’t answer my question, did it?”

“Don’t worry.”
Chloe reached over and squeezed my fingers in hers. “I’ll protect you.”

I snorted,
leaning back on the couch with a roll of my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was
doing this. It was so out-of-character for me I thought maybe I was going
schizo or something. Chloe smiled over her shoulder at me, and I could tell she
was gauging my reaction, or trying to. She looked nervous, like she wasn’t sure
I was liking it. And I wasn’t sure myself. Okay, so she wanted to join a
sorority, and she wanted me to join with her. What was so wrong with that?

I mean,
besides the fact that I’d never been one to hang out with the popular crowd,
and for me, the word “sister” meant someone who stole my makeup, tattled, and
liked to tag along everywhere I went. What would it be like to be a part of a
whole group of women, bonded together, in some sort of secret sisterhood? Part
of me said it was creepy and cult-like, and I shouldn’t even consider it. But
another part of me—the part that watched Chloe when she stood in her bra and panties
in front of our mirror and brushed her long blonde hair every night—thought it
might be interesting. Maybe more than just a little interesting.

And if it
gave me more of an opportunity to be with her, what was the harm? I knew I
wasn’t brave enough to tell her the truth—I hadn’t told anyone. I had barely
admitted it to myself. I’d kept up the pretenses as well as I could. I’d even
gone to my senior prom with a boy from my Algebra II class—although I’d
rebuffed all of his drunken advances afterward. But if the few experimentations
and secret flings I’d had with girls in high school had been crushes, this
thing I had for Chloe went far beyond infatuation.

I touched
Chloe’s shoulder, getting her attention, and she turned to me with curious
eyes. Smiling, I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Hey, let’s pledge, whatdya
say?”

She
brightened. “You mean it!?”

I cringed
when the whole room turned at her squeal. “Yeah, I mean it.”

I had no
idea what I was getting into.

*
* * *

“Where are we going?” Chloe’s
hand in mine was warm and slightly damp. I tried to squeeze it reassuringly but
I wasn’t quite sure myself. The girl in front of me had a death grip on my other
hand as we made our way blindfolded down a flight of stairs and I stumbled,
threatening to topple the whole chain of girls.

“Careful!” the girl in front of
me hissed, her hand tightening to bone-crushing levels.

“I told you a sorority was a
bad idea,” I whispered back to Chloe, experiencing a sudden temperature change
as we came to the bottom of the stairs and inched our way into a more wide-open
space. The basement of the sorority house, I realized. Had to be.

Chloe whispered back, “I’m
beginning to think you were right.”

“Keep following the girl in
front of you!” The instructions came from Megan, the blond who had been leading
us through everything that week, from the instruction about all of the sorority
history to learning the secret handshakes and passwords. They were big on
secrets, apparently, but all of it had been pretty harmless, even the whole not
being allowed to shave our legs for the whole week stunt.

Thank god that one was over.
Just this afternoon, right after lunch, Chloe and I had splurged on a Gillette
Venus and some of that Pure Silk shaving cream for the occasion, going into
shower stalls right next to each other to take care of business. We’d gone a
little overboard though. Chloe had dared me to shave
everything,
and I’d
told her I would if she would—and so we had.

I’d made an off-hand remark,
trying to keep up pretenses, “Too bad neither of us has a boyfriend—I hear boys
love it smooth like this.” Chloe had laughed breezily, teasing me to
distraction with her comment. “Who needs boys anyway?” The whole thing left me
breathless with wonder, and now I was walking around all smooth and soft, feeling
like a ten-year-old girl, the seam of my jeans constantly riding up my crotch,
sending little shivers through me at the most inconvenient times.

“Ok, stop!” Megan commanded.
“Face front and let go of each other’s hands.”

Doing this blindfolded was
scary to say the least, but I could hear Chloe breathing beside me—a little too
fast and hard. It wasn’t from our trek down the stairs either, I was sure. It
was from anxiety. I was a little freaked out too.

“Each of you has a senior sorority
sister behind you for support,” Megan said, and I felt a presence behind me. I
was wondering just what this was all about. “No matter what you choose.”

Choose? What did we have to
choose?

“Now, strip.” Megan’s words
hung in the air and I heard several of the girls gasp out loud. “You can choose
not to. If you don’t want to strip, raise your hand, and a sister will come
remove you from the room.”

I was about to raise my hand
when she went on. “Of course, if you choose not to, you won’t be part of Eta Nu
Pi.”

“Stay.” Chloe grabbed for my
hand, finding my wrist first, squeezing hard. “Stay with me.”

She was really going to take
her clothes off? “You’re going to do it?”

I felt her answer—she let go of
my hand and I heard her stripping off her t-shirt, felt the brush of the
material against my arm as she dropped it to the floor.

“You decide,” Megan reminded us
in a loud voice. “Stay and strip—or leave.”

Crap.

Chloe nudged me, whispering,
“Please?”

There were girls leaving. I
could hear them passing through the door to my left. I wondered how many
pledges we were going to lose during this little stunt.

Reluctantly, I grabbed the edge
of my t-shirt, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. All of the pledges
were blindfolded anyway, I told myself. What did it matter? But as I shoved my
jeans down my hips, I was sure my mother and sister had never had to do
anything like this to join a sorority.

“Everything, ladies!” Megan
passed close to me as she said it and I nearly jumped back in surprise. “All
your clothes off, but leave your blindfolds on!”

“This is crazy,” I whispered,
and I heard other girls whispering similar things. And it was—but we were all
doing it. Or, many of us were.

“Now, when I tell you to take
off your blindfolds, you’re going to have another choice to make.”

Oh great.

Chloe grabbed for my hand again
and it really sank in that she was standing beside me naked. As roommates, we’d
gotten glimpses of each other while we were changing, but I’d never really seen
anything exciting. The thought of seeing her fully unclothed made my mouth go
dry. I was going to have to try hard not to stare.

“Take off your blindfolds.”

I slid it down around my neck,
blinking at the fluorescents overhead, seeing the pledges I’d spent the week
with standing in a circle around me, all of us completely nude. I wanted to
look away, but there was nowhere else to look—except the middle of the room,
where Julie was kneeling on a mat on the floor in front of some sort of black,
rounded half-moon machine. It looked like it was made of the same material the
mat was made of. It had a long cord that trailed out of the circle of girls to
plug into the wall. But I didn’t really pay much attention to that, because
Julie herself was completely nude, just like we were.

What in the hell was going on?

“What is that thing?” I
whispered to Chloe, but Megan was already answering my question—and I had
forgotten all about not staring at my naked roommate. Her skin was still tanned
from the summer, her tawny limbs long and shapely, her breasts lighter in color
with a defined, triangle tan line, both of them cherry tipped. I glanced down
and saw that she had kept her word—her pussy was completely shaved. But now I
was even more curious—was the hair there naturally light or dark? The question
tormented me.

“This is a Sybian, and Julie is
going to demonstrate for us what it does in a minute.” Megan smiled as Julie
took out what couldn’t be mistaken for anything but a cock, although it was a
little shorter and not quite as defined as an actual dildo. It also had a
fleshy colored pad attached with little nubs on it. I stared as she hooked it
up to the machine. “You will have a choice tonight—ride the Sybian or…” She
held up a Ziploc bag but I couldn’t tell from this distance what was inside.
“Or take ecstasy.”