One-on-one "interview"

You follow Michelle up the stairs, your heart pounding in your chest and your head buzzing from the **** you hadn’t realized had hit you so hard. Each step feels heavier, the world swaying slightly with every motion. By the time you reach the top, you have to grab onto the railing for balance, your breath coming in uneven puffs.

"Whoa," you mutter, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over you. "I... didn’t realize I was this drunk."

Michelle turns back, an amused smile dancing on her lips. "You’ll be fine, babe," she says, her voice silky smooth, wrapping around you like a warm, intoxicating blanket. She reaches out, grabs your hand, and leads you down the hallway toward a door at the end. Without a word, she opens it and pulls you inside, closing the door behind you with a soft click of the lock.

You turn around just as Michelle advances, pressing you firmly up against the wall. The room spins for a second, the rush of the moment making everything feel hazy, surreal, like a dream. But Michelle’s body is very real—warm, soft, and dangerous as it presses against you.

“I’m sure you’ve heard whispers about the inner circle,” Michelle begins, her voice a seductive purr in your ear as her hands start wandering, brushing against your sides, teasing at the hem of your top. “It’s more than just a group of girls and guys. It’s about control, dominance, and submission. The sorority girls, we’re the ones in charge. We decide how things go, who gets what, who belongs where.” Her lips brush against the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“The guys, they’re part of it too,” Michelle continues, one hand slipping under your shirt, fingers lightly grazing your stomach. “But they follow our lead. They do what we want, when we want it. And the girls? Well, we decide if they’re dominant... or submissive.”

As her words settle in, you feel a new kind of heat pooling in your stomach. The dynamic Michelle is describing is intoxicating. You’re so into it, so into her. Michelle is clearly the one in control, and it’s obvious she wants you in the submissive role.

Michelle leans in closer, her lips inches away from yours. “You, my dear... you’re submissive. And tonight, you’re going to show me just how well you can play that role.”

Before you can respond, her lips are on yours—soft, hungry, demanding. The kiss is a heady mix of heat and dominance, Michelle leading the way as she explores your mouth with her tongue. You let out a soft moan, your body melting into the kiss, into Michelle’s control.

Michelle’s hands roam freely now, one sliding up to cup your small breasts, teasing the nipples through the thin fabric of your crop top. The other hand slips down, grazing your hip before finding its way under your skirt, fingers brushing against the dampness of your panties.

"You're so into this," Michelle whispers against your lips, her breath hot and teasing. "I knew you would be. You’re perfect for this."

You can’t help but agree. You’re lost in the moment, in her touch, in the thrill of being dominated by someone so powerful, so confident. Michelle is everything you want—hot, assertive, and in control—and you’re letting yourself fall deeper and deeper into it.

Without warning, Michelle pulls back, breaking the kiss. You blink, disoriented for a moment, your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Before you can gather your thoughts, Michelle pushes you onto the bed, the soft mattress catching your fall.

“Stay right there,” Michelle commands, her voice firm but teasing as she stands at the foot of the bed. She reaches down, hiking up her own skirt with slow, deliberate movements. Your eyes are glued to her as she slides her panties down her legs, revealing the smooth curve of her hips and the wetness between her thighs.

Michelle crawls onto the bed, her eyes dark with lust, and slowly spreads your legs. The anticipation is unbearable. Every part of your body is on fire, craving more, wanting more.

“You’re going to be a very good girl for me, aren’t you?” Michelle purrs as she moves between your legs, her fingers trailing teasingly over your inner thighs.

You nod, your voice caught in your throat, unable to respond with anything more than a breathy moan.

Michelle leans down, her lips brushing over your stomach, then lower, until she’s hovering just above the one place you need her most. But instead of diving in, she stops, looking up with a wicked grin.

"Remember," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. "This is only the beginning."

Michelle's fingers were like electricity against your skin, tracing slow, deliberate lines along your inner thighs. Every touch sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you arch your back instinctively. Your body was on fire, **** for more, for release. It was impossible to ignore the heat pooling between your legs, the way your body responded to her every move.

You gasped, hips bucking slightly as her fingers grazed over your panties, teasing you, not quite giving you what you needed. You were so wet, so ready, but she just kept teasing. Maybe it was Aphrodite’s curse—your libido had been off the charts ever since—but right now, all you could think about was Michelle and how badly you wanted her.

Michelle smirked, clearly enjoying how much control she had over you. "You like this, don’t you?" she murmured, her voice sultry and low. Her fingers pressed a little harder against the damp fabric, rubbing slow, torturous circles that had you biting your lip to keep from moaning too loud.

You nodded, breathless, as her fingers continued to tease. Every time you thought she’d go further, she’d pull back, keeping you on the edge, not giving you the satisfaction you craved. It was driving you insane, your body trembling with need.

"God, you’re so wet," Michelle whispered, leaning down, her lips brushing against your ear. "I bet you’re just dying for me to go down on you, aren’t you?"

You whimpered, your hips instinctively lifting toward her hand, begging for more. The answer was yes, absolutely yes. You were so turned on, so needy for her, that nothing else in the world seemed to matter right now.

But just when you thought she’d finally give in, Michelle pulled back with a wicked grin. She climbed up onto the bed, positioning herself above you, her knees on either side of your head. "Actually," she said, her voice dripping with mischief, "I think you’re the one who’s going to do the work tonight."

Before you could process what was happening, Michelle lowered herself onto your face, her thighs pressing against your cheeks. The intoxicating scent of her arousal filled your senses, and suddenly, you were right there, her heat and wetness so close to your lips.

Michelle’s hands reached down, tangling in your hair as she guided you toward her. "Come on, baby," she purred. "Make me feel good."

Without hesitation, you obeyed, your lips pressing against her. You licked, tasting her, your tongue working diligently to please her. Every movement was deliberate, every stroke of your tongue meant to bring her pleasure. Your hands gripped her hips and ass, pulling her closer, giving her exactly what she wanted.

Michelle moaned above you, her hips rolling slightly as you worked. "Good girl," she whispered breathlessly, her voice full of approval. "Just like that."

You could feel her body responding to you, her thighs tensing, her breathing growing more ragged. The sounds she made were intoxicating, spurring you on, making you want to give her everything. Your own arousal was building, throbbing between your legs, but all you could focus on was making Michelle come undone.

Her hips started to move faster, grinding against your mouth, and you followed her rhythm, your tongue flicking and teasing exactly where she needed it. She moaned louder, her grip on your hair tightening as she got closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, yes," she gasped, her body trembling as you pushed her further toward climax. "Don’t stop."

You didn’t. You kept going, determined to make her come, your hands gripping her tighter, pulling her against you, giving her everything she asked for. Michelle’s moans grew louder, more urgent, and you could feel her getting close, her body trembling above you.

And then, with a final, breathless gasp, she came, her thighs squeezing around your head as her whole body shuddered with pleasure. You kept going, gently licking her through her orgasm, until finally, she collapsed forward, catching her breath.

She stayed there for a moment, panting softly, before finally pulling herself off of you, her body still flushed and satisfied. Michelle looked down at you, a smug, satisfied smile on her face.

"Good girl," she said again, her voice soft but full of praise. "I knew you’d be perfect for this."

As you lay there, still panting from the intoxicating encounter with Michelle, the reality of your situation hit you like a splash of cold water. You were here to complete a trial—not just to enjoy yourself. The urgency of the task crept back into your mind, battling with the haze of arousal and drunkenness that enveloped you.

You looked up at Michelle, her glistening skin glowing in the dim light of the room. "Michelle," you started, your voice a bit breathless, "I need your help. I... I want to get a girl into the sorority."

A playful smile danced across her lips as she arched an eyebrow. "Oh? You’re serious?" She leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear. "And what makes you think I’d help you, sweetheart?"

You swallowed hard, the thrill of her words sending shivers down your spine. Aphrodite said I needed to do it fast. Things could get worse for me if I don’t. "I’m... willing to do whatever it takes tonight."

The moment hung in the air, and you could see the wheels turning in Michelle’s head. "Whatever it takes, huh? Well, that sounds intriguing. But I need to know you can keep up. I have a few special favors in mind."

You nodded, the drunken haze sharpening with determination. "I’ll do it. Just tell me what you need."

Michelle’s smile widened, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "You’ve got yourself a deal, then. If you want me to pull some strings, you need to impress me tonight."

Meanwhile, in a different bedroom upstairs, Liam was caught in his own whirlwind of sensations. He was making out with a girl from the sorority, her lips soft and inviting against his. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she pressed her body against his, teasingly rubbing his crotch.

But something felt off. No matter how much he tried to get lost in the moment, he couldn’t shake the nagging panic growing inside him. He wasn’t getting hard. Why the hell not?

The girl pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What’s wrong, Liam? Are you not into this?" She teased, biting her lip and giving him a sultry look.

"Of course, I am," he said quickly, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "It’s just... it’s been a long night."

"Long night?" she echoed, a playful smile on her face. "Well, let’s make it a little more exciting, shall we?"

She leaned back in, kissing him again, but all Liam could think about was the growing panic in his chest. His body wasn’t cooperating, and it was driving him crazy. He tried to focus on her touch, the warmth of her body, but his mind kept drifting back to the uncertainty of the night.

Was it the pressure? Was he just too distracted by everything that was happening? Or was there something more to it?

As her hands continued to explore, he pushed the thoughts aside, determined to enjoy the moment. But why can’t I get hard?

He kissed her deeper, hoping to reignite the spark he was so desperately craving, but as the kiss deepened, the panic only intensified. He was afraid that if he couldn’t get it up, he’d ruin the whole night for both of them.

Liam sat back, his head spinning in frustration as the girl in front of him worked her hands over his cock, trying to coax him to life. He could feel her fingers tightening around him, her mouth hot and eager against his lips, but his body just wasn’t responding. No matter how much he wanted it, no matter how much he tried to **** himself into the moment, it was like his brain and body were at war.

The girl pulled back slightly, her hand still wrapped around him, her lips now parted in confusion. "What’s going on, Liam?" she asked, her tone less playful and more irritated now. "You’re not even getting hard. Are you not into me?"

Liam swallowed hard, trying to keep his cool. His mind raced back to what Aphrodite had said earlier: If you refuse, you won’t get laid tonight. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. This was Aphrodite’s doing. She had cursed him in some way, just like she had cursed his best friend. No matter how badly he wanted this, it wasn’t going to happen.

"I’m into you," Liam blurted out, **** to salvage the situation. "I just—I don’t know, it’s been a long night, like I said. Maybe we could try something else? Let me—let me go down on you."

But she wasn’t having it. She rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, her hand releasing him as she pulled away completely. "Seriously? You have ED or something?" Her voice was sharp, and the disappointment was written all over her face. "I didn’t come here to waste my time."

She stood up quickly, her face flushed with anger as she yanked her skirt back down. "I’m going to check the other bedrooms," she said, her tone biting. "Maybe I’ll just join someone who’s actually ready to fuck."

Liam’s stomach sank as he watched her walk out, his cock still limp and exposed. He sat there for a moment, cursing under his breath, wondering if he should’ve taken Aphrodite’s deal after all. Now, he was left with nothing but frustration and a cold reminder of the goddess’s power.

Meanwhile, you were still in the heat of the moment with Michelle. She was still atop your face after her orgasm.

Just as you were about to speak, you heard it. Voices. A commotion. Someone was shouting, and footsteps were coming closer to the room.

The door swung open abruptly, and both you and Michelle turned your heads to see who had barged in. It was the girl Liam was with, her face flushed with irritation, her eyes scanning the room. Michelle quickly sat up, getting off of your face and pulling down her dress with casual confidence, while you were still gasping for air.

"Becca," Michelle said, her tone calm but commanding. "What’s going on?"

Becca threw her hands up in frustration. "Some guy downstairs—don’t know his name, don’t even know if he’s in the frat. He couldn’t get it up, and now I’m pissed."

Michelle frowned, clearly not pleased with the disruption. "You know the rules, Becca. Inner circle people only upstairs."

"I know, I know," Becca groaned, pacing the room with drunken, angry energy. "But the girls who were supposed to be guarding the stairs—where the hell are they?" She slurred the names of two girls who were meant to be on duty, and Michelle’s frown deepened.

"Those two weren’t there?" Michelle asked, her voice tightening with irritation.

"Nope," Becca replied, her voice dripping with frustration. "They’re probably off screwing someone themselves. But I’m so mad right now. I’m so fucking horny, and I just—"

Michelle stood up from the bed, adjusting her dress and shaking her head. "I’ll go deal with it in a minute," she said, her tone sharp. But then, she looked back at you, a wicked glint in her eye. "But first... Becca, I think I’ve got a way to help you out."

Becca paused, her eyes darting between you and Michelle, curiosity piqued. Michelle’s gaze fell on you as she smirked, clearly enjoying the power she held in this moment. "Why don’t you use this one?" She gestured toward you, her grin widening. "She’s been doing a pretty good job so far."

Your heart skipped a beat as Michelle’s words hit you, and Becca’s eyes lit up with interest. "Really?" Becca asked, her tone shifting from frustration to something more eager.

Michelle glanced back at you with a knowing smile. "Consider this one of those favors we talked about. Do a good job, and I’ll keep my end of the deal."

Before you could even process what was happening, Becca staggered forward, her drunken state making her movements slow and clumsy. She yanked her panties down and positioned herself over you, her thighs pressing against your face as she lowered herself onto you without a second thought.

The scent of her arousal filled your senses as you hesitated for just a moment before giving in. You didn’t have much of a choice now. You reached up, placing your hands on her hips and pulling her closer as you began to work your tongue, trying to match the enthusiasm you’d had with Michelle earlier.

Becca moaned loudly, clearly enjoying the attention you were giving her, and Michelle stood by, watching with a satisfied look on her face. "Good girl," Michelle said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Just keep that up, and we’ll be talking about that favor in no time."