Ask her

She knows. That is obvious, and it won’t be hard for her to prove if she wants to. You don’t see a way out.

You sigh. “What do you want?”

“I wonder,” Lotte says, opening your laptop and bringing up your page, where dozens of thumbnails represent your videos. “…if this is the right place for you, Missy. This is a place for women and you spend all your time taking dick.” She points at the videos.

That’s not exactly accurate. Your earliest videos were with guys, but these days you only do solo videos. But that detail won’t matter. It’s not like being with a guy somehow disqualifies you from CCL, but CCL is all about girls who like girls. If the sorority knows about these videos, they’ll think you’re straight and just here for prestige, or worse, to take advantage of them for porn. It’s not true, but… it’s bad.

“I worry,” Lotte says, putting her hand on her generous chest. “For you.”

You swallow. “College is expensive.” This is a really upsetting conversation, and you don’t believe Lotte for a second. She’s here to extort you.

She nods, looking sympathetic.

“For the sake of our hallowed sisterhood,” she says, putting on this saintly face, “I just want to be sure that you are not an imposter among us.” She moves even closer to you, and you have to admit, she smells amazing. She puts her hands on your hips, then slides them up into your shirt, touching your skin.

You lift your arms to make it easier for her to take your shirt off, then she unhooks your bra and lets that fall. As she kneels, preparing to slide your jammie bottoms down, you find your voice.

“You just want to get laid?” you ask, startled.

“Of course not. That would be wrong. Prove that you do not just handle men,” she says, as though that should be obvious.

Lotte wants you to show that you can please a woman?

She takes down your bottoms and underwear at the same time. You step out of your slippers, totally naked. You didn’t realize it, but Lotte is nude under her bathrobe. She simply drops it, and for a moment the lovely sight of her distracts you from how miserable you are.

Doing a sexual favor for a pretty girl is fine with you, but not like this.

She makes it simple for you. With an impish smile, she walks over to your desk, bends over, and sticks her hips out. Her back is slightly arched, and her round bottom is pointed straight at you. You understand what she’s asking of you.

You don’t have as much experience with other women as some of the girls in this house, but you can definitely do this. How, though?

Be rough?

Or be gentle?