A “Beta” Goes To Alpha-Theta-Phi

The building was large enough for The Incredible She-Hulk and The Thing to fight in, and still remain standing. It had more money than Oscorp invested in it, and rumor says this is the same sorority that Tonya Stark lost her virginity in! This place is legendary, and for one night a year, it had opened its doors to the public.

As I approached the building the first thing I noticed was the atmosphere was very… different, than normal parties. Yes, in general it was your typical rager with loud bass boosted music, and the smell of **** and **** stung your senses as soon as you got within a quarter mile of the house. But there was also a certain class to everyone here… like they knew how important this night was. Women dressed slutty, but expensive, and futa made sure to stand tall and proud, and even get in a few extra workouts in preparation for this night.

The second thing I noticed? This wasn’t a fucking costume party! Everyone was wearing babydoll dresses, or latex, or some sort of slutty variant of an outfit you’d wear to a concert. Me? I was standing in a crowd full of people, dressed in a slutty-bunny costume, complete with ears, tail, and a one-piece/leggings/heel combo that made me look like a total stripper.

“Holy fuck! Look at that fat ass!” I heard from behind me, that same familiar voice that got me into this situation. With blushing cheeks I slowly started to turn around and meet my eyes with Faith and Liz, both wearing very normal, civilian clothes.

“Didn’t think we’d actually see you tonight, slut. Especially not this much of you.” Faith said, which made Liz giggle uncontrollably as she looked me up and down, teasingly. “Where’s your red-headed whore with the porn book? She looked like a total freak.” Faith continued, as I just rolled my eyes.

“She stayed home, you’re just gonna have me tonight.” I say awkwardly, trying to make myself seem sexy, but I’ve never felt sexy as Petra, and this was just awkward.

“Well then, let’s not waste this bitching fucking party!” Liz says, grabbing Faiths hand and pulling her inside, while I slowly follow them in to the mass of bodies. There were more people in here than the nightclub I went to with MJ, and everywhere I looked people were drunk, high, making out, and I’m pretty sure a few were fucking!

As my mind was racing I obviously wasn’t watching where I was going, and I crashed into a large black woman, who barely even stumbled as I put my full body weight on her.

“Oh my Goodness! I’m so sorry!” I say quickly as I stand myself up and look up at the beautiful woman, who just stares down at me with a calm, pleasant smile.

“No worries at all, gorgeous.” She says with a chuckle, her voice suave, sexy, and just as beautiful as the rest of her impossibly curvy and athletically toned body. I raise my hand to shake hers, but she grabs my wrist and raises my hand up to her mouth, planting a soft kiss on the back of my hand. “Rachel, Rachel Robertson.” She says, even in a normal conversational voice it sounded like an announcement of her presence. “And, what may I call you, my dashing little bunny rabbit…?” She asks.

It takes a second for me to respond as I stare at her, wide eyed, and a huge blush growing on my face. “Uh… I’m… uh… P-Petra.” I say in a soft, light headed voice that only makes the Goddess in front of me chuckle.

“A beautiful name, for a beautiful woman.” Rachel says, before hearing a rather rowdy woman screaming her name from across the room. She just sighs and rolls her eyes, before turning back to me. “If you have any issues here Petra, find me. _I’ll take care of you. _Whatever you need.”

My heart skipped a beat at her words, and slightly slack jawed and doughy eyed I nod silently, before the woman chuckles at my awkwardness and walks away.

“Hey! Fucking dork!” I heard Faith scream, and how did I know she was talking to me? “We’re playing **** shots. Get over here!”