Sorority Resolution - Aisha Part 1

“I want to be loyal and useful to Vito Monthello.”

Why could this resolution be here? Who is Vito Monthello? Is he the boyfriend of one of the new girls? Does Serena not tell them the rule that you shouldn’t write a specific personal name in these resolutions?

Aisha had a lot of questions in her mind as she read the piece of paper she picked. She planned to tell Serena about this rule breaking resolution. But the program didn’t consider it an invalid resolution. It’s started to influence her mind.

Just after she took a few steps toward their sorority president, Aisha decided not to go on with her report. Her mind was filled with curiosity about who Vito Morello was. Maybe she should see who the man was before making a decision.

Aisha was serious about her studies, but it would be a lie that she didn’t desire a campus romance. She desired a healthy relationship where her partner didn’t look down on her for who she was, but finding such a man in this university is easier said than done. She was an outcast. She barely had any contact with men. It would be ideal if the man was also a muslim, but she knew how impossible her wish was currently. She was basically the only Arab muslim in their university. It made her decide to not pursue any relationship. But the resolutions might be the chance for her to gather courage to pursue a relationship with men. Well, if this Vito was actually a boyfriend of one of the girls, it would make things more complicated. But it was a thing to think later when she passed that bridge, she couldn’t be blamed for that because they were the one who put this kind of resolution in the box in the first place.

Aisha looked around her. She actually noticed a few of her friends had **** smiles on their faces. Unfortunately, she couldn’t ask them what they got. But she didn’t think much about it, some girls might get a hard to do resolution that didn’t suit them. It happened every year, but in the end, thanks to the program, their sorority members managed to achieve it.

Aisha had spent the days gathering information about this mysterious Vito Monthello, unfortunately, she only got a bare minimum of information. It was still a new year holiday, nobody except BOT girls and a few campus staff and security guard was coming to the campus. The campus staff didn’t have any impression of Vito when Aisha asked them, it seemed he wasn’t someone particularly stand out in their campus. Only a security guard gave her some information.

“Vito? You look like a good girl, so I advise you to not get close to him. He is involved in something dangerous.” Said the security.

“Something dangerous? What kind of danger?” Aisha’s interest was piqued. She was still a hot-blooded girl who found bad boys quite cool even though she preferred a good-natured boy.

“I can’t tell you. I don’t want to be responsible if something happens to you. But if you insist, you may ask that girl…I think her name is Gina. She is from the popular sorority. You should have known her.”

The hijabi girl nodded. Gina from popular sorority. He probably means Gina Valentina from DIK. The girl was well-known as a bratty party girl.

“What kind of relationship did Gina have with Vito?” She asked the security guard.

“Are you jealous?” The guard teased.

She wasn’t jealous, at least for now. She didn’t even know the man. She was purely intrigued by the man. The programming made her feel the needed to know Vito better. If she didn’t know him closely, how could she be useful to him?

The security resumed, “Don’t worry, it’s not like what you think of. They aren’t in a romantic relationship. What I can tell you is that they were in a business relationship before. I can’t tell you more than that. You better ask the Gina girl for more.”

“Thank you.”

She ended her talk with the security guard. Now, how could I contact Gina? Wait, didn’t I have a class with her before?

Aisha finally got Gina’s number from some classmate that shared a class with her and Gina. She contacted her, introducing herself to the party girl.

[Ah, you are the hijabi girl. I know you, you are easily stand out with your headveil. Do you want to meet me? Okay. We can meet at Club Glam. Dress up a bit, don’t embarrass me. — Gina]

Aisha read Gina’s reply.

[Can we meet in other places? I have never gone to a night club before, I don’t think it’s right. — Aisha]

[No. Meet me there or no meeting at all. Your choice. — Gina]

Aisha took a deep breath, she hesitated to go to such a sinful den. But the program subtly influenced her mind, Gina was her only clue to get to know Vito. She didn’t have any choice but to agree.

[Ok. I will meet you at Club Glam tonight. — Aisha]

[Good. One more thing, you said you never went to a night club right? Send me your address, I will send you something to wear. I doubt you have something appropriate to wear to a club. —Gina]

[You don’t need to — Aisha]

[I insist and I also insist you to wear it. If you don’t wear it, there will be no talk between us. — Gina]

Aisha was defeated once more. She had **** but to agree with Gina’s demand. She sent the popular bratty girl her address. Hoping that Gina would not send her anything outrageous.

Several hours later, a few big shopping bags were delivered to Aisha’s place. The content of the bag was not only outer dress, but even underwear, a pair of high heels, and makeup kit. Aisha had underestimated how wealthy Gina was. The party girl could spend her days partying and didn’t care about anything because she was spoiled with wealth since she was a child.

If only that the set of clothes Gina got her wasn’t overly sexual, Aisha would thank her, but what she sent made the hijabi girl blush red in shame and questioning her decision. The whole package was also coming with a note from Gina, reminding her how to dress in the upcoming meeting.

In the end, she was still wearing what Gina sent her.

Aisha looked at her reflection. The girl in the mirror was familiar but also not familiar at all.

She was wearing a sexy side cut-out dress. From the front, it was ‘quite’ covering, but the side was bare and only obscured by a few sets of thin straps that held the front and back together. The string of her thong could be seen from the side. She could feel the silk of her panties wedge into her pussy lips. The dress was a little sheer, people could see the silhouette of what she wore underneath. Gina didn’t send her any bra, but just pasties to cover her nipples. Heart-shaped pasties. It was her first time wearing such slutty underwear. To be truthful, she felt complicated. She felt shame, but she also felt a weird excitement and satisfaction. She felt hot. She usually used her baggy dress or robe to hide what she had underneath, but this time, the figure hugging dress could no longer hide her curvy body packed with 36C-cup breasts.

Aisha’s lips were adorned with bright red lipstick. Gina specifically wanted her to wear that color. The rest of her makeup was subtle golden-colored to match her middle-eastern tan skin. Aisha was a bit surprised on how Gina could pick a color that suited her complexion. Maybe being a sexy party girl like her came with the need to look the best to gather others’ attention.

The last attire was the only thing that didn’t come from Gina; her hijab. Gina still wanted her to wear her black headscarf.

I’m not less sexy than those DIK girls. If my parents know I dressed like this, they will get a heart attack.

Her lips curl into a smile. Her getup somehow gave her confidence. A confidence she never had since she moved to this place. The university life wasn’t as she expected. She was an outcast. Her only friend was that girl from her sorority. Other people outside her sorority might not treat her harshly outright, but she could see the wariness and suspicion in their eyes when they interact with her. She tried to not give a fuck of how others saw her, because her purpose was to study, but it would be a lie to say it not hurting her self-esteem.

Aisha came to the Club Glam. From the start on the entrance when she was stopped by the bouncer, every pair of eyes were on her. Well, it’s not every time you get a hijabi girl dressed so sexily coming to a club.

At first, all the attention she got made her feel uncomfortable, but after looking at the shocked bouncer who had his jaw almost dropped made her feel that their gazes were not so bad. They were appreciating her.

She quickly spotted Gina as soon as she entered the club. She was at the bar, drinking a glass of **** and chatting with some guys.

Gina Valentina was an Italian- American girl. A pretty brunette girl. Her skin was tanned bronze. She was wearing a sequin silver tube dress that gave a contrast with her bronze skin. The dress was doing their best to contain her big tits. It was quite hard to tell whether her tits were natural or fake. But it being so shapely and perky probably was achieved from a good surgical implant.

“Ah, you are here. Darn it girl, you actually hide such a body underneath. Fortunately, I gave you such a dress, otherwise I will miss this secret.” Greeted Gina after she noticed Aisha approaching her.

“Who is this hottie, Gina?” the man beside Gina asked. He was a middle-aged man.

“She’s a friend from school. A good girl. She’s not ripe for the taking yet. So, take back whatever dirty thought you have on her,” Gina replied to the man’s question.

It made Aisha reevaluate her impression of Gina as the latter tried to protect her from an unknown man.

“No fun.” The man stood up from her seat and walked away.

“Sit down.” The Italian-American girl commanded.

Aisha sat down on the seat that was vacated by the man.

“Do you want any wine?” Gina offered.

Aisha shook her head in refusal. “I can’t drink ****. My religion forbids me.”

Gina didn’t insist on making Aisha drink. “Okay. Let’s cut to the case then, what do you want to discuss with me?”

“Vito. Please tell me about Vito Monthello. The security guard on our campus told me that if I want to know about Vito, I better ask you.”

After Gina heard the name Vito coming out of Aisha’s mouth, her expression turned weird.

“Can you repeat again whose information you want to know from me?” Gina asked Aisha to repeat her words to confirm if she had not misheard things.

“Vito Monthello.”

The Italian-American girl then chuckled, “I don’t think you are that kind of woman.”

“What’s wrong?” Aisha was puzzled by Gina's response.

“Bartender, give me a martini.” Gina ignored Aisha’s question and ordered a drink from the bartender.

A few minutes later, the bartender delivered a glass of martini to her. Aisha watched Gina pour some white powder on the drink.

“Drink!” The girl said forcefully.

“Didn’t I tell you I can’t drink ****? And you even pour some kind of powder in it, do you want to **** me?” Aisha was stunned by Gina's 180 turn of treatment.

Gina then drank half of the glass before offering it once again to the hijabi girl.

“If you want to meet Vito, drink it. I need to make sure that you are one of us. No drink, no information.”

Aisha contemplated her choice. It was against the teaching of her religion, but she had been this far. Her dressing so sexily might also have passed what her religion taught her. Just one more rule to break. Just this time. This will be my first and last.

She compromised and drank the spiked martini. It burns. Her throat felt burned. She almost vomited the **** back out.

“—Don’t vomit it out.” Gina interjected as she noticed the uncomfortable expression that Aisha had.

Aisha was finally able to swallow the liquor after a few moments of struggle.

Gina clapped. “Congratulations. It isn’t supposed to be taken in one gulp. It is not advised if you aren’t used to drinking ****, but you did a good job holding your liquor. You are one of us now.”

Aisha couldn’t feel happy at all of Gina’s compliment. The ****-spiked liquor hit hard. She wasn’t fine at all. She was dizzy. Her world was spinning. Her vision got blurry as moments passed.

She couldn’t hold on anymore and dropped ****.

Continued in the next part >>>

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