Charity Auction

Jamie nods to me that I am aloud to speak. “Well Jennifer, all participants agreed to the fact that if the money they raised surpassed the $500 mark that it would not only be a date but would instead be, ‘**** for a Day’. Jamie got into a bidding war with a couple ladies. They were at about $1200 when she just did the cliché bid.”

“I stood up and called out to the room, ‘$5000 for the defiler of my sisters honour’, so from 5 minutes ago at 4:30 until 4:30 tomorrow, he has committed to do absolutely anything I want. And guess what my first order is going to be?” Jamie looks back and forth from her sister to me a couple times, “Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?” After a slight pause she grins and then looks between us again. “Well, my dear ****, you will obey my sisters commands as you obey mine. If you refuse this, you will thus become our sorority maid. Trust me, it’s not as glamorous as you may think.”

I raise my hand and shake my head in argument, “Do you forget the conditions of sale already? Nothing illegal, nothing overtly sexual unless truly consensual, and non-transferable. So as I am going to refuse everything Jennifer asks of me, you might as well go get me the maid uniform you want me in.”

With an evil little smirk Jamie retorts curtly, “Sucks to be you slaveboy. Now strip, and I mean all the way to the first suit you ever owned, I’ll be back with your outfit. Come on Jennifer”, Jamie takes Jennifer’s hand and they head to the upper floors of the house.

Taking no time at all I strip naked and just remain standing in the center of the common room, nudity has never been a problem for me. Perhaps thirty seconds later Miranda, a short petite woman of Asian decent, whom is one of the house council, treasurer I think, walks into the room. She is wearing workout gear, a full collection of Lululemon or Nike or Under Armour or some other brand of leggings and sports bra that are so tight it’s visible that she has nothing on underneath. Walking up to stand only inches from me she starts to sniff around my body. Eventually she approaches my flaccid cock, beams a bright smile to me and stands up to look me in the eye, “Passes the sniff test, I guess you have my vote.” She leaves the room in the same direction she came in from.

When Miranda disappears around the corner Anika immediately steps out and purposefully marches towards me. Besides knowing her from my previous visits to this sorority she is in one of my business classes. Being the prototypical ditzy blonde, at the same time she is probably one of the smartest people you will ever meet. She is the only woman in the house whom truly approaches my hight, being very slender in the hips and waist she has disproportionally large breasts that I am reasonably confident are enhanced.

I give a slight chuckle at her outfit as she is done up in the whole ‘Britney’ school girl look. Everything from the ripped white stockings, a red checkered pleated skirt, the white two sizes to small button up top and the pair of ponytails to top it all off. With her breasts pushing out the top of her shirt and busting the buttons her cleavage is like a magnet to my eyes. She comes to stop in front of me and gives me her ditzy smile before she starts with her prepared speech, “Hey Mark, you may not know, but my mother was in this very same sorority when she came to school her. It is because I am a legacy that I joined this house and these ladies then became my sisters. There are other legacies in this house, I have been selected from their numbers to represent the legacies on the council.”

With a cute little laugh and a smile she leans over and grabs an old school sleuth magnifying glass, “Can you guess what this is for?” A look of horror come across her face and she quickly adds in a very hushed whisper, “Oops, don’t answer, if you talk you fail and I reeeaally don’t want you to.” She finishes with a suggestive wink.

Using the magnifying glass she brings her face to perhaps an inch from my face and then slowly moves herself around my entire body as if she is inspecting me for some flaw or crack. As she finally inspects my penis her hand gently cups and lifts it as she continues her thorough inspection of my scrotum before she releases is and loudly declares with a hint of a laugh in her voice, “You pass the visual inspection, you have my vote.”