You would do anything

“I’d do anything,” you say, your face tingling from the rum. You’re lightheaded, but… that’s pretty understandable.

“What a pledge!” Amy says, looking triumphant. She walks over to you and rubs your head fondly. “Very good.” She goes to Delilah and stands her up, looking up and down her nude body. “So Rey’s a brave one. A real CCL pledge. What about you, Delilah? What are you?”

“I’m the same,” she says, without the same level of confidence as you, but not sounding like a total coward. You have to admit… you do like this opportunity to check out Delilah naked. She’s very cute. You want to taste those dark nipples and that smooth, tight pussy.

“You’re such a good girl, Delilah.” Amy puts her arm around Delilah’s shoulders in a friendly way. “Such a good girl. But do good girls belong here? CCL isn’t a place for good girls. It’s a place for freaks. Are there any freaks here?” she asks the onlookers, several officers and pledges.

Everyone raises a hand.

“So tell me,” Amy says in Delilah’s ear, getting close enough that her lips touch the cute pledge’s earlobe. “Is that you?”

“Of course,” Delilah says.

“Does that describe you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Amy gets in front of Delilah, cupping her face in her hands and looking intently into her eyes. “Then you’re the type of chick who can get off getting her ass eaten in front of everyone.”

Delilah blinks several times. “Wait, what?”

“Right?” Amy says.

“Um,” Delilah replies, looking at you in panic. “Yes. Yes. If the other girl was into it.”

Amy lets go of her and turns to you.

“You are, right? I mean, doesn’t your sister deserve to get off? Why shouldn’t she feel good? Right?” She grabs your face and rubs her thumb along your lips. “I mean, what is this mouth good for? If not to help your sister out? Right?”

You have totally never done that before or anything like it. You like to act cool, but you have never been very, uh, adventurous. You kind of count on your abs and smile to get you laid, and getting laid means… hopefully, some cute girl’s tongue on your clit.

“Of course,” you say confidently.

“Show me then,” Amy says.

The other officers shove Delilah onto her knees and bend her over. Duni lifts the basin of rum and suddenly dumps it on Delilah, dousing her in Rum.

“For flavor,” she says to Amy, who smiles. The heady smell of rum fills the room. Several pledges run off to get mops. But you aren’t watching them, you’re watching Olivia and Beth, who kneel beside Delilah, spreading her cheeks for you. Amy has your hair, and is guiding your head.

Lightheaded and almost woozy from the fumes, you… don’t think about the audience, and you do your best. You have never done this before. You know how to use your tongue on a girl’s vagina, but…

Delilah squirms and moans.

Someone slaps your ass so hard that you wince, but push your tongue forward even harder. You try your best, and just when your mouth is getting sore and going numb, Delilah’s buttocks tense and get firm. She lets out a sound that you like, and the girls looking on cheer.

As they pull your face away from Delilah’s rear end, you are not convinced that orgasm was real, but Delilah did a good enough job faking it for your benefit that it seems to be enough for the officers.

“Here,” Beth says, and there’s a glass touching your lips. You drink the vodka that they pour into your mouth.

You are officially extremely drunk. You see Delilah gasping and… at least one pledge, Samantha, with her hand sneakily in her pajama pants. You gave them a good show. You can still taste Delilah, even with the vodka burning your tongue and your throat. Someday, some girl will ask you if you’re into butt stuff and you’ll say well, you did give a girl a rimjob when you got initiated into CCL.

“Oh, you’re in CCL?” that girl will ask, suddenly impressed. And you’ll get laid.

Hopefully.

Suddenly Amy yanks on your hair, making you arch your back. You’re naked and in this **** position. She strokes your cheek gently.

“Delilah passes,” she says, looking pleased. “But what about you? What about the girl who tried to pull a fast one on CCL? Punishment?”

The response from the audience is immediate: they say no.

“She did well,” Sally says shyly, among the other voices.

“Did you? Did you?” Amy strokes your hair. “Just to be sure, you should do well one more time, Pledge. You’re a hard worker, right? Right?” She slips her thumb into your mouth.

“Yes,” you mumble around it.

“The thing about CCL is that there’s always something to do. Ingrid,” she says, keeping her eyes on you. Ingrid steps forward, wearing figure-hugging pajama pants and a snug t-shirt. She has a bra on, but her huge breasts still sway every time she moves. Her face is angelic, and her blonde hair is perfect, almost glowing. “Someone needs to paint the Pumpkin Queen,” Amy says, reaching out and smacking Ingrid’s full, round bottom, making it jiggle a bit. “And then there’s some… heavy lifting that I need done. What are you, Pledge? Are you an artist? Or an athlete?”

Her finger is still in your mouth, but you can talk. What do you say?

Athlete? Or artist?