Pledging

“I… I got in?” Penni asked again, her brain still racing to catch up to the situation, her hands paused mid-clap like some invisible force held them apart.

“Yep,” Merissa quipped, booping Penni’s nose playfully. “And I requested you as my pledge personally.”

“Yay!” Penni’s giddy little shuffle while she clapped excitedly ended abruptly at the intrusion of her original thought. “Um, but, like… why?”

She’d only pledged the sorority on a dare, never thinking they’d actually accept her. The sorority was full of successful, high-society, straight-A students… none of which applied to her. The perfect place for her perfect sister and her perfect grades and perfect attitude, but hardly the place for Penni.

Or so she’d thought.

“We aren’t all about the grades, you know,” Merissa replied, that wide smile of hers never faltering. “A Sister needs to be able to be a self-starter, read between the lines, and always be willing to go above and beyond. I see all those traits in you.”

Wow, that was maybe the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her. Most people, when asked about Penni’s good points, just sighed and said, “well, she tries.” Well, others, mostly the boys really, added, “she’s got great tits!” And, while true, that did sting a bit. She was more than a pair of amazing tits, if she did say so herself… she also had a great ass!

…wait, what were they talking about?

Oh, right.

“Um, like, does Danielle know about this?” Penni asked hesitantly, twiddling her fingers. “Cause, she’s probably, you know, not, like, one of my biggest fans.”

That might really be underselling it. If Penni were drowning, Danielle would likely only throw sarcastic comments at her. Probably something about using her tits as a floatation device. It wasn’t her fault that she got mom’s tits. Just because Danielle never outgrew her training bra didn’t mean that Penni had sacrificed brains for boobs… no matter how often Danielle said it. And, honestly, was it even her fault that Danielle’s boyfriends stared at her tits? It wasn’t like she’d intentionally flashed them… several times. Sometimes she just kind of forgot what she was doing, or where she was going… but not because of her boobs!

“Oh, your sister knows,” Merissa said, a phantom of a frown flickering across her pretty face.

Unlike Danielle, Merissa obviously put time and thought into her appearance. Really, Danielle was always such a brat about makeup. It wasn’t like Penni slathered it on or anything, just enough to highlight her natural features. She’d even tried a peace-offering once, but Danielle had just screamed and thrown the makeup kit at her.

Oh, Merissa was still saying something.

“Being a Sister means not comparing yourself to others, so don’t use her as your yardstick. Be your own person.”

Did people measure other people with yardsticks? What a strange expression.

“Oh, um, okay. So, like, what happens now?”

“Just come by the house today at 3PM, sharp. You’ll be given a set of tasks to complete. I know you’ll do amazing.”

“Okay, thanks Merissa” Penni said, giving a cute little salute she’d seen on the TikTok posts recently. Maybe she should do some of those too? They looked pretty fun.

“Sister,” she emphasized, waggling her finger at Penni. “Sister Merissa. As a Pledge, you should always refer to us as ‘Sister’.”

“Yes… Sister Merissa,” Penni giggled, covering her lips and blushing like she’d just been let in on a great secret.

Merissa beamed a million-watt smile. “Excellent. See you in a bit.” And with that, she was off, skipping down the hall like a free spirit.

“I… wouldn’t read too much into that,” Pam said from the room.

“Huh?”

Pam turned from her desk, removing her headphones and shaking out her hair.

“You’re likely the pity pledge,” she said with an empathetic grimace.

Boy, Penni had sure seen a lot of those. Especially since the start of the semester. What ever were they for?

“They do this every year,” she continued. “Pick someone that they know won’t make the cut. And, trust me, you don’t want to go there. They all suck. Well, except for a few, but the vast majority of them walk around with their noses in the air just to look down on the rest of us.”

Before Penni could respond, her phone began to buzz up a storm. Glancing down, she grimaced at who the caller was.

“Well, if you needed a better example of what I was talking about,” Pam said, turning back to her desk, “there you go.”

Maybe she just wouldn’t answer? No, that would only make Danielle more passive-aggressive, making the atmosphere weird when she went home. Mom would try to play peacemaker, but it always came down to ‘listen to your sister, she’s older.” Well, being older hadn’t made her any nicer.

“Hi, Danielle,” Penni said, holding the phone up to her ear and forcing a perky smile on her lips. It didn’t always work, but sometimes Danielle’s steam would run out if Penni just smiled at her for long enough.

Hmm, would that work over a phone, though?

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Danielle asked with all the venom of a spurned elder sibling. “Why are you trying to ruin my life?”

Apparently not. And it felt quite the opposite of what Danielle had accused her of, really. If anything, it was Danielle who made Penni’s life miserable.

“It was, like, just a joke,” Penni said, turning from Pam who had put her headphones back on. “Like, why would they even accept me? It’s crazy.”

“Exactly. The Sisters here are all honor students, so what made you think that you’d fit in?”

“I don’t know, we were all doing it,” Penni mumbled. “It was just a dare. Morgan pledged the sports sorority, knowing she couldn’t get in because of her tiny size, and Alex to the art sorority even though she can’t even draw. It was just something silly.”

“Well, don’t get comfortable,” Danielle dismissed. “You probably won’t even pass the first task, so don’t bother showing up. I’m telling you this, so you won’t embarrass me along with you.”

Before Penni could even respond, Danielle had hung up.

It wasn’t like Penni ever intended to embarrass Danielle. Was it really her fault that Danielle took everything so personally? Honestly, what about forgetting her panties before going to cheerleader practice reflected badly on Danielle? Like, the guys didn’t even mind, so why would it embarrass her?

Well, Penni would show her. She’d be able to do this and all other tasks the right way. And then she’d become a Sister, and everyone would have to appreciate how hard she’d worked for it. Maybe then Danielle would calm her tits. Maybe, if she weren’t always so high strung, her tits would grow? Maybe Penni could suggest that the next time they saw each other. Danielle always got so snippy when Penni tried to help her out.

What was she doing again?

Oh! Right, she needed to get ready. 3PM? That only left, like, two hours to prepare.

She’d need Alex and Morgan to help her dress for the occasion. Surely between the three of them, they could come up with something appropriate.

###

 

Alex and Morgan had arrived just as Pam departed, bearing bags stuffed to the brim with all manner of clothing options. Morgan, as the petite fashionista of the crew, had brought with her an assortment of elegant options. Well, it would have been fairer to say that Alex had carried the dozen or so bags while Morgan fussed over the appropriate jewelry and accessories.

While perhaps a size too small for Penni, Morgan’s trendy outfits never failed to impress. Everything from the latest trends to vintage and in vogue offerings spilled all over the small room, kicking off an impromptu fashion show. Luckily, Alex kept them on track. She also provided moral support to the whole shebang as she had little to offer, her own clothing too bulky for the task ahead.

“Okay, give us a spin,” Morgan said, pinching her lips as she cast a critical eye to the outfit she’d created.

The hem of the floral summer dress fluttered high on her thigh, displaying her lean and creamy legs. The waist synched high on her hips, nearly to her bellybutton, while the bust pulled taut across her chest, showing off a bit of cleavage.

“Needs more ass,” Alex said with a grin, seated on the bed.

“Showing or on-display?” Penni asked, arching her back and twisting to check. “We could go shorter. Maybe a micro-mini?”

“Like at Prom?” Morgan asked, cocking her head to the side while she looked Penni up and down. “You think they’ll go for that? Didn’t we get that whole talk about ‘appropriate’ attire?”

Oh yeah. The faculty’s stern lecture afterwards hadn’t been fun. She hadn’t really been paying attention though, as she’d been trying to figure out where her panties had gone off to again.

“Maybe keep it lower,” Penni suggested, indicating the line just below her perky cheeks. “The sorority probably doesn’t want us letting it all hang out. Maybe, like, a quarter cheek?” she asked, raising her hand a bit.

“Not like that,” Alex said with a shake of her head, pointing to the bag overflowing with footwear. “I meant heels. Make that ass pop!”

Ah, no, that made more sense. This was a fancy sorority, so they probably dressed more like those ladies at the MET Gala. Showing off tits was probably okay, but she never saw any of them really showing off their bare asses.

“Oh! That’s a great idea!” Morgan dove into the bag, tossing strappy heels left and right before pulling out what she had sought. “Yes! I knew these would come in handy.”

Taking almost three minutes just to put on, each heel requiring a myriad of tying and crisscrossing of the laces, Penni didn’t relish the thought of having to take them off. That being said, the black of the lace against her white skin was quite striking, and the four-inch heels made her ass absolutely pop in the dress.

“There we go,” Alex cheered, clapping her hands. “Now, THAT’S an ass.”

“Oooh, I do like it,” Penni cooed, shifting her weight from leg to leg to watch her ass bounce in the mirror. “What do you think, Morgan?”

Holding her fingers up like director framing a shot, she nodded approvingly.

“Okay, let’s fluff that hair out a bit,” Morgan said, stepping in close to paw at Penni’s golden curls. “I’m thinking, wavy hair, styled and fluffed to give it volume.”

“Sounds good,” Penni said, gathering her hair to lay it across her shoulder.

“Oh, we should tighten these straps,” Alex added, hopping down and standing behind Penni. “Without the bra, you’ll need the dress to do some of the heavy lifting.”

Gathering her D-cups into her hands, Penni positioned them higher for Alex to tighten the dress, letting the material cup them better and showcase one of her best assets.

Good thing the girls were here to help out. Without them, who’d know what Penni might have put on. It really did take a village… was that what that expression meant?

###

 

Crossing campus from the dorms took no more than ten minutes, the clear weather pleasantly warming her skin. With the start of classes, students filled the commons, rushing from one building to another, stopping along the way for idle chatter. Several stopped to greet her along the way and compliment her new outfit, but with the appointed time coming up quickly, she couldn’t spare more than a few flirty winks and giggles.

The sorority houses lined the eastern part of campus, with a newly paved side-road leading to hers. While other houses flew their colors, their logos emblazoned on the walls and yards filled with girls tanning in the sun, this place stayed more refined. A tall stone wall encircled the place, providing privacy as it overlooked the other houses. The wrought-iron gate slid open smoothly, welcoming Penni into the central court, complete with water fountain. No garish signs hung anywhere, relying more on the stately atmosphere to greet newcomers.

This place really did fit Danielle more than it did Penni. A party-girl at heart, she really couldn’t see herself hobnobbing with the social elites that Danielle strived so hard to be. Well, maybe that was really only their outward persona. With a few drinks in them and some pumping music, they’d probably chill out too. Nobody could be all prickly and stuck up ALL the time… right?

Primping one last time in her reflection in the windowed door, Penni blew a kiss to herself before knocking. Her hand hadn’t even met the wood before it swung open, Merissa’s eyes glimmering as she welcomed her in.

“Right on time, and so nicely dressed,” Merissa greeted, urging Penni in with a hand to the lower back. “I must say, you don’t disappoint.”

“Oh, I’m glad you like it,” Penni said happily, looking over what Merissa wore. While not quite as tight and flashy as what Penni wore, it nonetheless showed off her slender physique and her killer calves. She must run.

“I like your outfit, too,” Penni said, casting a furtive glance at the other sisters that wandered the halls of the cavernous house. Unlike Merissa, they sported baggy sweats, embroidered sweaters, and not a coifed head of hair to be seen. “Umm, am I overdressed?”

“Oh, don’t mind them,” Merissa said dismissively, guiding Penni along the hallway. “Not everyone has quite the fashion-sense you do.”

Hmm, well, if Merissa said so. The girls were probably taking a lazy day, not really making themselves up for entertaining. That actually fit with Danielle, as she almost never put on anything nice, even after Penni had offered her miniskirts that would look great on her. Well, at least Merissa dressed nicely, showing off some of her pale cleavage in the summer dress. It hugged her hips nicely, too.

Bringing them to a halt before a heavy wooden door, Merissa handed a silken blindfold to Penni.

“I know you’ll make me proud out there,” Merissa said.

“What am I doing?” Penni asked, head cocked curiously as she plucked the soft mask from Merissa’s hand.

Oh, this was real silk. Fancy.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll do amazing. Just remember to do whatever it takes, and it’ll all work out. Now, put on that blindfold and I’ll guide you down.”

###

 

After silently being led by the hand down a flight of stairs and another set of doors, Penni was eventually left alone, with a reassuring squeeze of her hands. The air was cool, though there was no hum of a fan or AC. How big the room was, she couldn’t say, but moving her hands about in utter darkness while remaining rooted in spot hadn’t offered her any clues.

Several minutes passed by, before the hinge of the door squeaked again, the shuffle of more feet coming and then going. Several more times did it happen, the faint sounds of idle feet and light breathing now a familiar companion.

A long silence held in the room following the final departure of feet, only for rhythmic thumping to begin. A slow beat held steady, echoing in the room, before ceasing.

“Pledges! Are you prepared to enter these hallowed halls as true sisters?” A voice boomed from somewhere in front.

“Yes!” Penni cried out, her voice echoed by several others around her.

“Pledges! Are you prepared to do whatever it takes to become true sisters?” Another voice called.

“Yes!” they cried out in unison.

“Pledges! Will you abide by our oaths and take our secrets to your grave?” A third voice shouted.

“Yes!”

“Remove your masks!”

Shaking free of her soft mask, Penni blinked several times, still unable to make out anything but sheer and utter darkness. A moment later, with a crackling snap, three torches blazed to life before them, stinging her eyes and sending shadows to dance upon the walls.

“Complete the trials upon these lists,” a voice said, the torches illuminating the figures as they approached the Pledges, handing each a document. “Tell no one of your tasks. Failure leads to expulsion. Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

Scanning the document quickly in the flickering light, Penni scrunched her brow at the riddles on the sheet.

“You have two hours. Begin!”

###

 

Protection First

At a full sprint through the bright commons, other students moving out of her way, Penni raced to complete her mission.

Penni repeated the riddle once more.

I’m small to some, yet large in effect,

Often chosen with caution and respect.

I may bring peace when stakes are high,

Helping worries pass on by.

Used with intention, not affection alone,

My value is often best later known.

What am I?

That first riddle… it clearly meant condoms, right? They were small enough to fit in a pocket, but big enough to roll over a dick, and it was always important to get a good brand. And it wouldn’t do to just get preggers, so obviously they’d need to use one. It was clearly condoms.

Though… why would the sorority want condoms? That seemed odd. Well, no, actually, it made the most sense. The girls there were smart, so of course they wouldn’t want to get pregnant, they had so much to lose. And Danielle had always gone on about getting married first, so obviously they’d need them.

Wow, maybe this would be easier than she’d thought. She’d been so nervous before, but it turned out the girls were chill… and safe!

Oh! Wouldn’t the RA have a bunch? Penni had heard some of the girls on the floor getting pounded through the walls, so obviously the RA would want them all covered up.

Fully committed to completing this task, Penni rushed back to her dorm, arriving at the RA’s room completely out of breath.

“Hey, Amanda,” she called between gulps of air, knocking rapidly at the door. “Amanda! Hurry!”

The door swung open and Amanda stared at her like she was crazy.

“Geez, what the hell?”

“No time. I need condoms.”

A beat passed while Amanda just blinked at her.

“What?”

“You heard me. Condoms. Lots of them.”

***

 

For Amanda, this job was more about the free room and board than it was the monitoring of the hall. Still, this was an unusual request.

Poking her head out past Penni, still trying to catch her breath, Amanda checked down the halls. She half expecting to see a line of eager guys waiting to rail the young freshman. Far be it from her to lecture girls on sex, though. At least she was using protection.

“Uh… sure?”

Amanda left Penni to lean heavily on the doorframe, heading for her supply chest.

Every RA had a chest or drawer dedicated to managing their floor, though that typically homed things like extra shampoo, and first aid or sewing kits. Condoms weren’t something Amanda ever thought she’d need to hand out, especially with them being freely available at the health center.

Best never to underestimate a girl’s insatiable need to get plowed.

God, she’d been there before.

Finding a long chain of condoms, Amanda glanced back at the girl, wondering how many she could possibly go through.

Surely no more than three or four? Right?

“Um, how many, uh, do you need?”

“Twelve,” she said, taking deep breaths to slow her heart. “More if you have them. As many as you’ve got.”

“Like… in one go?”

“Yeah. I need them all right now.”

Good God.

Even on her wildest of nights, Amanda had never needed more than three.

Shaking the memories of that particular night away, Amanda just gave her the full pack.

“Well, as long as you’re safe, I guess,” she said, watching the girl run off with the chain of twelve condoms dangling from her clenched hand.

“Thanks!”

###

 

A Pain in the Ass

Penni huffed and puffed back across the commons, her stamina flagging just as she spied another pledge similarly rushing to a different building.

Penni recalled seeing her still standing at the house, poring over the list while she’d already taken off. Seemed she had a good headstart on these girls, but no time to slack.