Bryce only had one child of his own, a son named Avery. He could be a real jerk, but he was also one of the hottest and most eligible bachelors in all of Orange County. A well-known fact that allowed him treat women like toys, using them until he got bored and then throwing them aside. Month after month the poor girls would line up shamelessly, hoping to be the next Mrs. Avery Snow. Avery stood to inherit all of daddy’s money, his company, even his mansion in Beverly Hills. But we knew Bryce well enough to know that he would make sure we were taken care of.
Amber pranced before us in a tizzy. “No Omega Phi walks around in Granny Panties! So I hope you wore your sexiest lingerie! You’re about to be judged by the hottest frat boys in town: The Alpha Omega Delta!!!
The girl next to me turned, her face horrified. She sputtered a few incomprehensible words and then her chubby little fingers cinched her lips closed. I took a step back just as she started to heave. I guess she was nervous to be seen in her granny panties.
“Oh my lord, that is disgusting! Betty Lou DO NOT puke in here!” Amber screeched through the microphone, further mortifying Betty Lou as all the girls turned to watch and snicker.
She glanced up at me at one last time, a look of loss having taken hold and contorted her face into a sadness I had rarely seen expressed. It was pathetic, but it was far from surprising. Most of these girls did nothing but chatter incessantly about how their lives would be over if they didn’t get through initiation. We all depend on acceptance, and for poor little Betty Lou, her life was over. Some of the girls were laughing now as Betty ran out of the room and disappeared into the hallway.
“Alright sluts, I take it no one else is wearing their bloody Sundays?” Amber pranced around in front of us, one hand held over her bum and the other over her face, mocking Betty Lou.
“Now, if the real OMEGA PHI girls are ready, prepare to impress your men. But first, grab your blindfolds!”
“Venice, isn't the Alpha Omega Delta Avery’s frat?” Chastity asked.
“Yeah," I replied, "and you can bet he’ll be here since he knows dad made us pledge.” As if this whole experience weren’t bad enough. Now we would have Avery recapping the events and taunting us for the next two years.
Chastity locked her hand with mine. She had always been more timid than me, and I knew prancing around in her panties wasn’t her idea of a good time. We were a good team though, and I knew she wouldn’t let me down. We needed this as much as Betty Lou did, only our livelihood really did depend on it.
“Alright girls. The Alpha’s are coming in, and you’d better hope that they pick you! There are only twenty of them, and forty of you, so do your best to claim your man, because the ones who are left behind will not move on to the next round! Now put on your blindfolds!” We got our blindfolds fitted to our faces just before the guys entered the room.
“Remember, if you are picked you’ll have to keep them entertained for seven minutes; if they lose interest they can swap you out for a different girl and you’ll be left in the loser's circle!”
I held my chest out and pouted my lower lip. I knew Chastity would be doing the same because we did just about everything alike without even trying. We were definitely the cream of the crop, and I wasn’t at all surprised when someone took my arm and began leading me away through the darkness. I heard Chastity let out a little whimper as she, too, followed someone through the darkness of her blindfold. When the door closed behind me I said a little prayer for Chastity.
The guy that picked me growled softly, and his hands traced my neck and jawline. ‘Seven minutes,’ I thought with irritation. It wasn’t all bad, though. My body responded to the stranger, and I felt goose bumps rise along the tracks where his fingers had traced. He pulled me forward slowly, and I knew he was going to kiss me. I could feel his breath and smell the scent of his cologne. Our lips met, and slowly, sensually our kiss fell into a perfect rhythm. I felt the place between my thighs growing instantly damp, a dull ache building.
It wasn’t like I was a slut, but I wasn't a virgin, either. Maybe that was why this whole experience could turn me on so quickly. I put my hands out slowly, tracing the lines of his body beneath his shirt. It was a muscular body, lean and tight. I felt a shiver slowly creep down my back and to my toes as his fingers outlined my cheek. His lips parted from mine, and I fell clumsily into his arms; his kiss had literally left me dizzy.
Slowly he pulled the blindfold up and the world came into focus. He was breathing heavily as his eyes burned into mine. His jaw came to a strong point, lips full and inviting. I could see the greenish brown glow of his eyes even in the darkness, and I instantly wished I could get lost in them. He was so damned attractive, seven minutes was much less than I deserved.
“Why are you here, Venice?” he asked curiously.
Should I tell him about Bryce? Why would he even care? And how did he know my name for god sakes?
“You must be friends with Avery,” I said confidently. “It’s not like I want to be here, but daddy makes the rules,” I replied, my voice sounding more stuck up than I had expected.
“And 'daddy' wants you and your sister to be prissy little sorority bitches?” he growled, his hands caressing the bare skin below my little red bra. I could feel my body responding to his touch, even though he practically just called me a soon-to-be bitch.
“Well, we like to keep him happy,” I responded.
“Do you always keep the men in your life happy?” he replied, pressing his lips to mine again and sending a wave of pleasure deep into my belly.
“Not always,” I bit my lip, staring at him like an innocent little girl. “Only when they have something I want.” My voice had taken on a seductive, babyish tone, and as I watched his eyes glaze over, I knew he loved it.
“Well what does your daddy have that you’re willing to go to such great lengths to get your hands on?” He took a step forward, pressing his thigh between my legs and up against my sex.
I gasped, unable to contain the thrill of the moment. “Well,” I panted, “he’s rich, and he likes to spoil Chastity and I… but only when we follow his rules.” I rocked my hips against his, feeling the stiffness of his cock.
He was practically eating out of my hand, and I was sure there couldn’t be more than a minute or two left. Although, when I thought about it, I might have preferred to remain locked in a room alone with a guy like…
“’I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?” I smiled.
“Christian. If you’re only here to gain daddy’s approval and financial backing, why don’t we get out of here and you can try to gain mine instead. Besides, it would be a whole lot more fun.”
“And just what would I be gaining? Your approval?” I rocked my pussy up and down against his thigh, “Or your financial backing?”
“Well, that depends on just how far you're willing to go to please me.”
I slowly bent down to my knees and opened my mouth, running my teeth along his shorts and the length of his stiffness. His body was tense and I could hear him breathing raggedly though he was struggling to remain calm.
Amber’s voice came through the door loudly, making us both jump. “All right, ladies! If you’re with your man then consider yourself moving on to the final round!”