Sorority Sluts

The sun had long set by the time I arrived at the Ypsilon Kappa Sorority house, but I did not find it dark and quiet. Obviously. Rather, music was blasting so loud it was audible from several blocks away, and flashing strobe lights could be observed through the windows. The house itself was nice enough, given that it hosted the largest and most prestigious sorority at SWU. But I was much more interested in what was going on inside.

Pinned to the front door, I found a note. It read, “Sorority Looking for Sponsor!” Someone had written “sugardaddy ;)” underneath the word “Sponsor” in pencil. The note also included the contact info for the apparent sorority president, called Amber, as well as the secretary and treasurer. Interesting. Could it be that Amber? I wouldn’t be surprised.

I opened the door, and was immediately blasted with music that was now at least twice as loud as it had been. Some shitty trap beat that I had already tuned out. Much more noticeable were the swarms of barely dressed bitches, drunk out of their minds and dancing like strippers. Interestingly, and highly unusually for this sort of thing, there were no guys present.

This made my presence all the more notable. Not that it wouldn’t have been notable regardless, as many of the girls recognized me. There were shrieks as I walked in, and immediately the great teaming mass of sluts started coming in my direction. I casually waved them off, a gesture they immediately obeyed. I wasn’t here to party, at the moment. I wanted some answers first.

A girl came walking down the stairs, and the crowd parted to let her pass through. Someone cut off the music, and people turned to watch us. She was looking directly at me, lust in her eyes. I looked at her with lust, as well. She was quite the looker; a light-skinned black woman, she had long, lustrous black hair, killer curves, and fantastically long legs. Her face was equally pretty, though it was dolled up with a positively whorish amount of makeup. Completing the ensemble was her outfit. She was wearing a tiny white bikini, with the words “Come here, Daddy” written across the top. The bottom contained the addendum of “Please”.

She knew how to walk, too. Her swaying hips were quite interesting to watch as she walked up to me. Overall, this was quite the interesting slut. One I would have to have for myself, I decided.

“Leonardo Segeste. I think I might know why you’re here.” Her voice was sweet, and carried a natural seductive quality to it, so hard to master.

I smirked, looking down at her ample cleavage. “I think you might be right. You wouldn’t happen to be the president of this place, would you?”

She scowled. Clearly I had hit a sore spot. Somewhat petulantly, she said, “No, I’m Candace. The treasurer. Amber’s the president.”

“I see. Is she here right now?”

Candace nodded. “I can take you to her, if you’d like.”

“I would be much obliged,” I said, my eyes still fixed on her tits.

I followed her up the stairs, watching her ass sway deliciously. Behind us, the party restarted, the booming music resuming its irritating pounding. As we walked, I decided to ask Candace a question or two. “No guys at this party?”

Candace laughed. “All the college guys are at one of the Frat parties. And all the hottest girls. The ones here are just getting sloshed to console themselves over not getting picked.”

Why wasn’t Candace there, then? She was certainly hot enough. Something to do with being a sorority leader? This college was really out of shape, as I kept being reminded.

Regardless, I had another question. “Why not invite some guys to these parties?”

“What guy would want to party in this dump, when he can be at a Frat house? The bitches are happy to party there, when they're invited. Besides, the administration gets all pissy about letting in visitors, and security’s pretty tight on campus.”

Indeed, the house was nice enough, but nothing like my old Frat house from GMU. The male colleges were just a lot richer, and the male Frat alumni had much more money to donate. In fact, I imagined even this prestigious sorority had trouble scraping by. Hence the need for a sponsor. Sponsors were not an uncommon thing for a sorority in Segia. Essentially, a rich man would give them a lot of money in exchange for pretty much having every sorority sister at his disposal whenever he wanted. Back in my college days, I had considered the idea of doing it, but it just hadn’t been necessary. It wasn’t necessary now, either, but I was considering it regardless. It might be fun.

After climbing the stairs to the third floor of the building, we walked down a long hallway to the door at the end. Candace dutifully knocked, and was answered from a voice within shouting, “Who is it?!”

Candace rolled her eyes, and shouted back, “It’s Candace!”

The voice was female and sounded as though it belonged to someone who was used to getting her way. It was not the kind of voice I tolerated for a bitch. It said, “Go away, Candace! I’m busy!”

Candace glanced at me, then shouted, “Leonardo Segeste wants to talk to you!”

There was a brief, incoherent exclamation inside, and then the sound of frantic steps, and the rustle of clothing. After a minute, the door opened to reveal the president of the Ypsilon Kappa Sorority. She was slim, not nearly as busty as most girls in Segia, but beautiful. Beautiful in that eminently fuckable sort of way; you couldn’t look at her without thinking of bending her over the nearest table and pounding her till next Sunday. Long brown hair framed that beautiful, innocent-but-naughty face, with bright blue eyes. That face carried a haughty look, one that I could tell she was well used to, but it was in this case obviously a facade. It matched her clothes. A green crop-top and patterned skirt, adorned with sparkling jewelry. They were casual yet expensive, revealing but not too revealing, the sort of clothes I was sure she wore often. But the effect of casual superiority was ruined by the slightly rumpled appearance of the outfit, revealing the fact that she had just hastily thrown it on.

I greeted her in a neutral tone. “Carmichael.”

“Segeste.” Once again, her uncaring, casual voice was obviously assumed. “What are you doing here, exactly?”

Amber Carmichael was the daughter of Christine Carmichael, the headmistress and primary stakeholder of Segia Women’s University. Naturally, her mother’s arrogance and lack of belief in women’s inferiority had rubbed off on her in spades. She was also incredibly spoiled, a complete brat that was an absolute bitch to be around. Oh, did I mention I knew her? Her mother had managed to use her connection to my father to secure an exemption for her from the mandatory Segian boarding school. So naturally, I saw her at the endless parade of balls, parties, and functions that served as the social battleground for Segia’s elite. As pretty much the only kids in the city, we were always lumped together, along with my sisters. My worst sister, Lilith, had become something of a mentor for her, which only served to make her even more of a bitch. We got into little spats all the time, as she was never willing to accept her place. In those preteen and early teen years, I hadn’t quite fully mastered my Voice of Command, and a particularly resistant woman could still resist my influence. And before I could get around to fucking her after mastering the Voice, she fucked off to some secondary school in New York.

Well, she was back. No doubt Elena wished to groom her as her successor. Naturally, that would never happen. I wouldn’t allow it. Because things were quite different now. Quite different indeed.

“Why am I here, Carmichael? Why, I’d expect you to take a different tone with your potential new sponsor.” I looked her right in the eye as I spoke, and I saw a flash of fear. She couldn’t hide behind her mom now, not when I was a full-grown adult and the Chairman of the City Council. And I had come quite a long way since my teen years. My sheer presence was not something to be underestimated.

Nevertheless, Amber did manage a somewhat pathetic scoff. “You? Our sponsor? I’m sorry, professor, but college rules state that no faculty member can be a sorority sponsor.”

I laughed. “That’s ridiculous. A sponsor isn’t an official sorority role, there aren’t any rules regulating it.”

Amber managed to maintain a respectful tone, remembering who she was dealing with, though just barely. She was blushing heavily about being called out. “Sorry sir, I must have misremembered. Still, I think tha–”

“I think Mr. Segeste would make a great sponsor!” Candace interjected.

Amber gave her a withering look. “No one asked you, skank!”

“Well, why don’t you want me as your sponsor, exactly? I thought you were looking for one.” I questioned.

Amber was unwilling to admit that the reason was a personal grudge. Instead, she tried to deflect. She said, “Um, what would you be able to offer us as our sponsor? We were thinking of a bigger budget for parties, and a new pool. Maybe renovate the house. Oh, and–”

I cut her off. “I would be willing to offer a generous donation, as is standard. And what would I get in return?”

She looked uncomfortable. “Mr. Segeste, I know what you want. But Ypsilon Kappa is quite reputable, and–”

I nearly burst out in laughter. That was the most ridiculous thing she had said this entire time. Sure, Ypsilon Kappa had a reputation. But it was a very different kind of reputation.

“If you can’t give me what is expected from the sponsor relationship, then I’m afraid I’m wasting my time.” I glanced around at the cramped hallway, with its peeling paint and poor furnishings. “But you might find it very difficult to convince anyone to sponsor you, if that is the case.” Amber trembled at the implication, that I would ensure no one else would reach out for a sponsorship if she didn’t accept me. I turned and left, Candace hurrying after me.

I turned to the bitch. “What the fuck is her deal?”

Candace sighed. “She’s a total prude. Wants to reform the sorority with some feminist bullshit. Every sister hates it, but she wields her mom’s influence like a whip. They’re worried about getting expelled if they step out of line.”

I idly took note of her language. “Talk dumber, slut. No one needs to hear a woman try to sound smart.”

She giggled cutely. “Of course, sir.”

“Anyway, I might be able to deal with your problems. Give me your number, and I’ll be in touch.”

After getting Candace’s number, I made my way to the party. Naturally, I was the center of attention. What felt like every other bitch flashed her tits at me, or bent over and shook her fat ass in my direction. I mingled, grabbing a drink and letting a few sluts rub themselves against me. Seeing a black haired slut I liked, I set her to sucking my cock, even as she endured the jealous stares of every bitch around her. It didn’t stop the other girls from grinding, each trying to grab my attention. One had particularly big tits, so I decided to reward her for having more worth by having her suck on my balls.

I took in the party atmosphere, even as the two bitches traded my cock and balls between them. Eventually, I spotted one of the two bitches who had sent me the pic of themselves in bikinis. Angie, or maybe Lauren. I caught her eye and waved her over, which got her to come immediately.

“Find your friend and come back here,” I told her. “I want that private show you promised.”

The bitch was over the moon. “Of course, sir!” With that, she rushed away, with my eyes following the clap of her ass cheeks around her thong.

When she returned with her friend, I finished up with my other two bitches by spraying a giant load all over them (and several of the surrounding sluts, who were eager to lick it all up). Then I allowed Angie and Lauren to lead me to a side room. There, they gave me a much closer look at their bikinis, and what was underneath. And I gave them a good idea of their future, with Leonardo Segeste as the sponsor of their sorority. They were quite excited about it.