Clara looked at the four men, their hands securely bound to the chairs, their bodies stripped to the skin, their eyes expertly hid behind blindfolds that Clara knew they could neither strip off or peek around.
She could do this -- she could perform oral sex on one of these men, then crawl up into the lap of a second and fuck him, and neither of them nor their "neighbors" would ever know it was her.
But ...THESE men? It had been a set up, obviously. Someone in the sorority hadn't wanted her to successfully complete initiation. This person -- or THESE persons -- HAD to know that she would have sex with either of these men.
The Sorority President's boy friend...? Clara's future here would be filled with horror. She'd probably wake up after a campus party to find her head shaved and a tattoo across her forehead reading "SLUT!"
Her best friend's fiancee...? She didn't even have to consider that. Her morals might be questionable at times, but she would never betray her best friend, even for Delta Zeta.
And a family member...? Not a chance in hell! Oh, sure, she'd fantasized about being pleasure by and in turn pleasuring BOTH of these men in the past; she'd even had a recurring fantasy of being plesure by both of them together during her puberty years. But no way; the closest she was ever going to get to incest was her junior year in high school when she learned what it meant to be touched by another person, in the bed of her cousin Amy.
She only had one option, of course. She turned back to the Sorority President, removed the ceremonial mask, and surrendered it.
"I'm sorry," she said, the tears already welling in her eyes. "I can't do this." |