Mia Takes One for the Team

When Mia had been elected Sorority President she knew it came with a lot of responsibilities. This hadn’t been one she bargained for.

“You ready?” Gina the Vice-President and her best friend asked.

“I guess.” Mia said as she looked down at her body. Her tits we’re on full display. Other than a pair of hoop earrings the only thing she had on was a pair of simple black panties.

The boys had been very specific about the outfit she had to wear. Or more specifically her counterpart at their brother Fraternity Jamaal had been very specific.

It had all been so stupid. The party being busted by the cops could hardly be blamed on her sisters… and it definitely couldn’t be blamed on her specifically… the the boys had gotten screwed over all the same by campus police and they demanded retribution. And it was falling on Mia’s shoulders as President to pay up.

“I’m gonna let them in.” Gina said with an attempt at a comforting smile. Mia just put on as stoic a face as possible as she assumed the position that had been instructed of her. Hands behind her head, feet shoulder width apart and on the balls of her feet.

A wolf whistle filled the room as Gina opened the door and three brothers of the fraternity stepped inside. It had been a secret up until that point which girl would be serving the punishment. To say that the boys were surprised and excited to see that it was Mia would be an understatement.

“I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve fantasized about seeing those tits.” Jamaal said as he and his two brothers took in the sight of Mia’s mostly exposed body. “And just look at those tan lines.”

“Alright. Let’s recap before we get carried away.” Gina said all business. “It’s 8pm now. As per our agreement Mia here answers to you for the next 8 hours. That’s 4am. She’ll wear whatever you say. Go wherever you want her to go. Do whatever you want her to do within these parameters…”

Jamaal cut Gina off before she could continue, “I wouldn’t worry to much about the wear whatever you want part. She won’t be wearing those panties much longer.” His brothers roared with laughter. Mia just took a deep breath. She was unsurprised that she’d be spending the majority of this night in her birthday suit.

“Again to finish…” Gina continued, “Things you can’t **** her to do, have sex, knowingly expose herself to a minor, and anything else I deem completely unacceptable and inappropriate. I will be by her side the entire night. There can be no attempt made to separate us. Got it?”

“I know the rules. We debated them for the better part of the last week remember?”

“Just wanted to recap so you have no excuse to do something stupid.”

“You one to debate what’s stupid. Where where you when half our frat got arrested last week when you got the cops called?”

“Drop it Jamaal. That’s why I’m here to make up for that.” Mia said defusing the situation between the still upset Frat bro and her fiery Sorority Sister.

“You’re right. Can’t be taking the attention off of you and those miraculous tits can we.” He joked walking forward.

“Now let’s get down to business.” He was now just a few feet away from Mia. “You know why I requested you only be wearing panties when we came in and not fully naked?”

Mia shook her head no.

“It’s cause for me the sexiest part of hooking up with a girl isn’t seeing their tits for the first time. It’s seeing there pussy for the first time. You can tell so much about a girl from what she looks like under this thin black fabric.” He gave the waistband a small flick.

“So boys what do you say? Let’s see what little miss perfect looks like full frontal.” His two other brothers stepped forward and each on either side quickly pulled the underwear down to Mia’s ankles.

“Wow gotta say I’m surprised. You struck me as a landing strip gal. Not full jungle bush.” Mia blushed as they mocked her thick dark patch of pubic hair. She personally hated shaving. Sure she trimmed the sides and attempted to keep it neat, but had never felt the need to do much more than that.

“Well we’ve got a long night ahead of us and we can’t have you going out looking like that now can we?” Jamaal smirked as he turned to one of his brothers who had just taken off the backpack he’d walked in with. From it he produced an electric razor.

“Let’s make you presentable.”