Chapter 2: Building Tension
Jenny is shook as the words fall out of Emma’s mouth, ringing in her ears, “you’re going to sell yourselves for your sisterhood.” Jenny's heart sinks as she processes the true meaning of those words. The intense feeling of shame and sadness takes over her as she looks around the room and sees the same expression on the faces of the other girls. They had all been duped, used, and now they’re expected to sell themselves for a sisterhood that they were promised would bring security, friendship, and popularity.
“All the money from the brothel will support the house, in addition to all of your duties to the house, cooking, cleaning and running our errands for us.” Emma smiles wickedly as I speaks to all of her new initiates, reveling in her power over them. “We’ve all done it, right ladies?” She says while looking at the other sisters, all of them nod knowing the price they’ve paid to be where they are.
Jenny distinctly remembers the feeling of the thick and long cock filling her throat, her guilt mixing with her arousal, she turns to look at the other girls which causes a mixture of emotions to rise inside her. Some of the girls look determined, some defeated, some angry, but they all seem to have adopted the ‘it is what it is’ attitude. Some girls have even started crying, and with her own tears brimming, Jenny realizes that this isn’t the sisterhood she imagined.
But now that she’s in too deep to turn back, she finds herself swallowing her anger as the sorority leader hands her a tiny black dress and stockings. She slips them on, feeling the silky fabric slide up her legs, the sharp suede heels crunch against the polished wood floor.
Not even five minutes later, a knock echoes in the silence of the living room. Emma opens the door, revealing a line of wealthy men dressed in suits. They all cast hungry gazes onto the girls as if they were pieces of meat, some leering and licking their lips.
Emma smiles seductive and alluring smile and motions for the girls to come forward, they all line up as the men look on hungrily.
“As promised, here are the new crop of freshmen into our house. Damien, you’ve paid for your first pick” Emma says smiling as she walks along the line of girls.
The sorority house pledging process was not all fun and games, and these girls had much to prove in order to remain worthy of membership. The air was thick with sensual tension as the men eagerly inspected their prospects. Some of the girls seemed to thrive under the attention, arching their backs and doing provocative twirls with the fabric of their dresses.
Damien, tall with soft brown eyes, a chiseled square jaw and a waft of wavy brown hair the fell just perfectly stepped forward, each movement spewed confidence as he eyed the girls until he reached Jenny. “You.” A tingle bolted through her spine as he pointed her out and was chosen first.
Emma squeals excited at his pick “good choice! She’s been a very popular pick from the beginning.”
Jenny swallows nervously, she didn’t want to admit it, but he was incredibly attractive even though she had apprehensions with selling herself this way. Her heart fluttered and everything faded away as Damien took her hand and guided her up the stairs to one of the bedrooms.
The room was dimly lit as he closed the door behind them. As he approached her she was able to get a better look, his beard was perfectly smooth and silky, his eyes were so big and brown, they felt soft and kind as he looked at her longingly with a burning desire for her.
His hands started at her hips as they came together in a fiery kiss before they moved up her back and sides bringing her in closer to his body. She could feel his sculpted body underneath his well pressed, form fitting suit, his hands tangled into her hair and he firmly gripped it and then his demeanor changed.
The charming and gentle man she started with had this overbearing and demeaning tone as he spoke. “Get on your knees, I’m going to use this slutty mouth” he grinned wickedly.
Jenny trembled from the raw dominance he expressed in his voice, feeling a rush of desire and apprehension flood through her veins. She nervously hesitated for a brief moment but something buried deep inside of her seemingly unbreakable spirit propelled her to her knees without any hesitation.
She looked up looking into his steely brown eyes as he tugged the waistline of his pants down, revealing his impressive cock. She observed the purified and masculine creature before her, noticing the beaten and muscular body.
Instinctually she grabbed his member and opens her mouth before he says, “patients little one” he says with a smile as he swats her hands away. He tugs on her hair pulling her head back “Open that pretty little mouth” his fingers tracing around her lips before he shoves most of his hand in.
Her eyes are wide with shock as he makes her suck on his fingers, preparing her mouth for what’s to come.
She tastes his masculine musk on his fingertips, her body quivering as he invades her mouth with his thick fingers. “That’s right, little slut. Suck on my fingers like you would suck that big fat cock of mine.” He groaned deeply and she felt herself growing wetter and wetter with each word.
He draws back, smirking as he looks down at her, his eyes tracing the curves of her breasts pressed together in the tight little dress.
He reaches out, running a hand over the soft fabric and teasing her nipples until they harden beneath his touch. Jenny shudders, feeling an overwhelming heat spread between her thighs as she watches him.
He steps closer, and she can smell him, the musk of his sweat and the scent of his cologne mixing together to make a heady intoxicant that makes her head swim. She closes her eyes, savoring the smell as he presses himself against her, letting her know what she's to do next.
She runs her fingers through the coarse hair on his chest, feeling him shiver as she trails her nails down his muscular torso towards his groin. Jenny hesitates for a moment, taking a deep breath and steeling herself for the inevitable.
"Fuck yeah, baby," he growls, grinding his hips against her, causing her to catch her breath again. He grabs her by the neck, pulling her hand away from his waistband, prompting her to gaze up at him. His eyes gleam, and Jenny feels the sudden urge to please him despite her unease.