As Holly Drones on, Another Asian Girl Finds the Book

Wendy was day-dreaming again as she sat through another one of Holly's infamous lectures. She didn't really understand how Holly had even become President of the local AGBCC. Essentially no one liked her. She was mean, aggressive, domineering. In other words, Holly was a bit of a bitch.

Well, there was one reason Wendy could think of. Holly was clearly the hottest Asian girl on campus. No one could deny that. Especially Wendy. You see, Wendy had a bit of a secret. Though she, like every other Asian girl sitting around the table, was basically obsessed with big cocks, she also swung the other way too. Wendy was bi-sexual and depending on the time of day, she was more interested in getting down and dirty with the fairer sex than she was getting raw dogged by a well-hung boy.

To make matters worse, or potentially better given her current situation, Wendy had a type. To put it mildly, Wendy basically had yellow fever. That's half the reason she joined the AGBCC to begin with. Of course it gave her easy access to the lengthy dicks she so desired, but it also meant she got hang around stunning Asian beauties day-in-day-out. None of her Sorority sisters knew this of course. If they knew she liked girls, well that might be one thing, though it might confuse the heck out of the cock-obsessed ladies. But if they knew she pretty much only liked Asian girls, well that would be pretty awkward.

These thoughts ran through the Korean girl's head as she tried to pay attention to Holly's rambling speech. Something about Mom's weekend coming up? Or was it about testing half-asian girls? Wendy couldn't care less. Her eyes were locked to the smoke-bomb Asian chick at the head of the table, no matter what the girl was babbling on about.

It wasn't just Holly though. Wendy was surrounded by living breathing wet-dreams that preoccupied her thoughts many a night. Rose of course, Holly's twin, was a common centerpiece of those fantasies, often with her sister involved. So was Jen, Michelle, Angela, hell even Emma the club's mascot, though Wendy always thought it was odd just how mean everyone was to Emma. It was like they were compelled to **** the girl.

Wendy sighed. It was one thing to have fantasies, but it was extremely frustrating knowing that was all they would be. Sure, she had seen plenty of the girl's in the room naked, usually as part of a threesome or orgy, but there were pretty strict, if unspoken, rules that these activities were about cock. Any "lesbo business," as Holly called it, was definitely not allowed.

As Wendy day-dreamed, Holly got up, walked to the other side of the table and called the girl's attention to a screen where she walked through whatever project she was talking about. That's when Wendy noticed an odd notebook near Holly's seat that she hadn't noticed before. The unassuming notebook peaked her curiosity. It was as if it was drawing Wendy towards it, inviting her to open it.

Before she knew it, Wendy had made her way around the table and was standing next to the book. None of the other girls noticed, too focused on the President's presentation and too afraid to look distracted for fear they would incur Holly's wrath.

Wendy opened the book and came face to face with a series of rules, almost all about Asian girls. The very first rule was about all Asian girls being secret size queens. Another was about Emma being the club's mascot. There were also a series of rules outlining what was in the AGBCC's charter. Wendy raised her eyebrows, wondering why Holly had written down a bunch of things that were obviously true. Seemed like a weird thing to do.

Nevertheless, Wendy felt a strange urge to write in the notebook. She grabbed a pencil laying on the table and thought for a moment what to write. She glanced around at the girls, still with their undivided attention on Holly, none of whom seemed to have noticed Wendy. Wendy stared at Holly's backside, the girl's bubble butt straining against her tight jeans and it suddenly dawned on the Korean girl what she should write. It was just a joke after all right?

She picked a spot below the AGBCC list of rules and started writing:

• Old Rule: All members of an AGBCC chapter are only allowed to wear bikinis, lingerie, underwear, or other forms of skimpy clothing when they are inside an AGBCC sorority house.

Satisfied, Wendy put the pencil down and closed the book least she be noticed. Just as she was about to head back to her seat, the Korean girl felt something weird. She looked down and noticed she was only wearing the bra and panties she put on that morning. Her mind was in shock at how her clothes had disappeared. Her eyes instinctively turned to all the other girls in the room, fearful that they had all suddenly seen her near nakedness.

Before her was a scene out of one of her fantasies. Every single girl in the room was dressed just like her. Some had on panties and bras like her. Others had on skimpy bikinis. Holly and Rose were in matching lingerie sets, Holly wearing green and Rose wearing red. Poor Emma, still with her cat ears, only had on small pasties over her nipples and what looked like a patch of opaque tape over her crotch.

Wendy froze in shock at the sight before, but quickly realized that none of the girls seemed to notice anything amiss. It took only a second for Wendy's mind to kick into action as she picked up the notebook and darted out a side-exit to her room.