A little lottery...

Heidi leads you to the main dining room of the house, where the girls of the sorority are rapidly assembling. At the door, you note a slim girl, wearing a long red dress. As the sorority members enter, she hands each of them half a ticket, and drops the other half into a fishbowl nearby. She looks up at you as you enter, smiles sheepishly, and hands Heidi a ticket.

You notice numbers on it, as Heidi tucks the ticket away in the palm of her hand. She pulls you on, leading you to a chair near the head of the dining table. All around you, girls in black dresses sit around the table, looking at you, and chatting with each other. You feel as if you have walked into heaven itself, with nothing but angels in black around. The thought that each of these girls is ready to give herself to you is extremely arousing, and when you are manuvered to your seat, a large pup tent is clearly visible in your pants. You quickly slide your chair forward, not wishing to seem too eager.

Heidi pecks you on the cheek, and walks away, toward a chair further down the table. You look at your place setting, with the name John Doe boldly emblazoned upon it. Whoever wrote the name had truly mastered calligraphy, with beautiful swirls around the various letters.

A few minutes pass, and you are a little too nervous to do more than stare at the girls around you. To your left and right, two women take their positions, but they do not seem too interested in you. Despite their beauty, you note with some sadness their respective blue and green dresses. Apparently they are your chaperones for the time being.

"Hi, I'm Mary." The redhead in the green dress announces to you. "Carrie and I," she gestures towards the girl with the short dark hair in the dark blue dress, "are going to keep you out of trouble during dinner." She grins, before adding the last word, "Stud."

Mary licks her lips at you, and you wonder why she is being so flirtatious. The lack of black dress totally conflicts with her attitude towards you.

"Wondering what the deal is?" Carrie strokes her hand along your shoulder blades, "It's simple. We have one other little rule here. When the house studs arrive for the first time, some girl has to volunteer to watch him, otherwise everybody would go nuts trying to break him in." she giggle at the last thought.

"Right," Mary continues, taking up where Carrie left off. "So, the girls who volunteer to watch him during the primary lottery, get to have him all to themselves later. That goes for the girl who gives out the tickets, the girl who draws the ticket, and the girls who keep him occupied beforehand."

You grin, realizing that it means that you already have four girls who are lining up to make love to you. You glance back at the slim girl near the door, who is now shutting it. Her light brown hair cascades over the shoulders of her dress, and you have another rush of blood to your cock as you imagine yourself inside her....

There is a clinking of a glass at the head of the table, and you look up to see Julie, the girl who got you involved in all this. She is smiling, dressed in a light tan dress and holding up a fishbowl, filled with tickets.

"Okay, girls, before dinner, we need to do the drawing!"

This comment elicits a roar of applause from the girls. Julie's hand dips into the fishbowl, swirls the tickets about, and pulls one from the mess. She holds it aloft to a cheer, and looks at it carefully.

"Okay, the winning number is: six, three, seven, two, one!"