Theta Iota Theta

You step onto the sidewalk in front of a large, well-lit house. Above the front door are the Greek letters THETA IOTA THETA, cluing you in to your location. "I forgot that slut joined a sorority," you say, walking up the front path towards the door like a competitive eater approaching a Vegas buffet. You knock with palpable impatience, rapping fast and hard with authority.

"Oh my god, hello?" an older girl answers. She's got long black hair tied back into a tight ponytail, wearing a heavy black dress that goes down to her knees over top of a long-sleeved shirt. "Can I help you?"

"Um, yeah," you say while looking her up and down, sizing her up. Even under all those layers, you can see a giant pair of tits yearning to be freed. "I came here with my sister, Melanie. Heard there was a party?"

"Well, there might be a pregame upstairs but we don't allow men inside our houses, so you can wait out here." Considering the issue closed, she quickly moves to close the door in the your face. You slide your foot in just before it shuts. You easily push it back open, moving her aside and making your way in anyway.

"Hey, what the hell?"

"That rule is fucking dumb and I'm not sitting on the stoop like a dog," you say, standing in the foyer and looking around. There's a double staircase against the walls leading to the upper floor where you can hear music loudly pumping through the walls. If you were to walk straight ahead, there's a community room with a large sofa and television. But there will be time to explore the house and find the treasures it holds. For now, you've got an annoyed gatekeeper to manage.

"This is our space, you can't just invade it! I'll get you arrested for trespassing!" she threatens.

"I was invited, so nice try." you trail off, pointing at her and waiting for an introduction

"Invited by who? It doesn't look like you're a student," She stands back with arms crossed and a haughty expression.

"I'm not," you reply, now giving her your full attention, looking her up and down with hungry eyes and ill intent. "I came with my stepsister, Melanie." You glance back out the door for a moment, and see the Uber still parked by the curb. The windows are heavily fogged and it's shaking so violently it seems like it might tip over. "She's just paying for our ride," you say with a smile, shutting the door behind you.

"Ummm, she dropped out. She can't come around here anymore either." You can hear the derision in her voice, almost dripping off her tongue - no idea of the hole she's digging for herself.

"What are you, the bouncer or something? Just let us party, take it less serious," you say, trying to move past her. She quickly sidesteps into your path and you feel her tits bump against your chest.

"I am the president of this sorority and I say you can't go up there," she says with all the authority she can muster, poking you pointedly in the chest. "So, either leave or I'll find someone to make you leave." There is an unearned confidence to her tone, the kind of snarky inflection stereotypical of snobs like her. It's not hard to imagine her abusing some poor service worker in her free time. Give them a little bit of power and they **** it. Until the see what real power is....

"OK, then make me." You fold your arms and stand, resolutely looking her in the eye with steely confidence.

"What?" She blinks first.

"You said you were going to make me leave," you coolly reply. "So, do it." She nervously bites her lip as her eyes dart back and forth and you take a step closer. You're near enough now to see the sweat on her brow as her expansive chest brushes against your forearms.

You lean down and get closer to her ear. "Or maybe....I can do whatever the fuck I want," you whisper. You reach up and grab her shoulder, quickly firmly pinning her against a nearby wall. "What's your name, slut?"

"A-Abigail," she croaks before straightening up to meet your gaze. There's a look in her eyes of fearful excitement, a rare combination of revulsion and titillation.

"Well, Abby," you tease while running a hand over her hip and up to her waist. "You might be queen of this house, but out there - in the real world? I'm in charge." You reach up and tightly squeeze her breast for emphasis. "And I came here to have some fun....."

TWENTY MINUTES LATER, the front door swings open as Melanie gingerly walks through, unsteady in her high heels with trembling legs that are clearly sapped of energy. She tries to adjust her dress - now heavily wrinkled and stained - to cover her ass and tits. Strands of hair are stuck to her sweaty forehead while her eye-shadow and lipstick is smeared and smudged all over; she's got her 4 AM look on at 9 PM. The Uber driver honks his horn and speeds away as she sheepishly waves from the doorway.

"Well, at least I didn't have to pay the cleaning fee aga--oh, holy shit...." Mel is stopped in her tracks and probably hit with a sense of deja-vu at the scene in front of her. You have Abby's head tightly clasped in both hands, rocking it back and and forth in rhythm with pulsing cock as it pumps in and out of her disrespectful mouth.

The door shuts behind her with a THUD. "Oh, hey Mel," you offer nonchalantly, barely registering her presence over your shoulder before returning to the task at hand. Abby's head is pinned between your body and the wall as she uncomfortably balances in a kneeling crouch. Saliva pours out of her mouth with each new GACK, falling down her chin with every stain painfully, ironically visible on her dark, conservative outfit. The outline of her thick nipples are clearly visible even through all the thick fabric.

"You couldn't wait?" Melanie rolls her eyes while slowly crossing the room, trying to get a good look at your latest fuck buddy. "Oh my God, David, is that Abigail?" There's a devilish grin on her face as she sidles up next to you.

"Yeah, me and -UGH -President Abby -UGH were just having a little talk - UGH - about who's in charge...." You keep eye contact with Abigail while your cock taps against the back of her throat. She tries to crane her neck, looking to Melanie for some kind of help.

"She tried to kick you out?" Melanie says, now leaning on against the wall and watching with smug satisfaction. "She made me move out because I was sneaking guys in here."

"She seems - ugh, fuck - like she sucks - Jesus, yes - why put her in charge?" you breathlessly ask. You have to admit, it is turning you on a little to talk shit about this dark-haired slut like she's not actively giving you some of the best head of your young life. Becky continues to gag at your feet while her brown eyes start to get the sleepy look of resignation. Her hands have gone from pushing against your thighs to limply hanging at her sides.

"I don't know," Melanie admits with a shrug. "Nobody ever wants to do it. And it was her or this annoying sophomore Becky who's always talking about how her dad works at Fox News."

"Ooh, help me find her later," you say, metaphorical fork in hand but already planning your next meal.

"Gladly," Melanie replies, probably glad to have a break from your balls on her chin and free to enjoy her night without needing to babysit your constant erections. "I'm going to go start drinking. Come find me when you're done." Melanie's heels begin clicking up the stairs but she stops halfway. "Bye, Abigail!" The words are almost dripping with sarcastic enthusiasm.

"Well, looks like it's just you and me now...."