Angels rush in . . .

Alyssa pulls her shirt and shorts back on and sits back down on the bed, and we take a few minutes to talk. I ask her how rush works.

“I actually get to skip rush, which is nice. Mom’s a sister, so I’m a legacy pledge—they have to take me, though they don’t have to be nice about it, and they won’t be. Epsilon Lambda Tau is an elite group. They’ll be spending my money, and probably using my body, and keeping me out until all hours. Mostly, the chapter will probably use me about as hard as I’m using you right now, except in more areas. It’ll be pretty awful, but only for a couple weeks, and then I’ll be in. It’ll definitely cramp my free time; but at least it will all be over before gymnastics starts.”

“I see,” I tell her, but I don’t, really. It sounds awful, but I keep thinking about it. Alyssa will be trading a few weeks of terrible treatment for a place in an organization that could open doors for her for the rest of her life. I’m trading a couple weeks of vigorous carpet munching (well, she’s smooth, but you know), which I want anyway, for a business doing the exact same thing—which will help me keep a future girlfriend and wife very happy. Not all that different, I guess.

As I’m mulling that, Alyssa is doing her own thinking as well. With unaccustomed hesitancy, she says, “You were thinking my place in the sorority could help you—it just occurred to me that you could help me with the sorority, too.”

“Oh?” I say. “How so?”

“Well—” She clearly feels awkward about something. “They’re going to love having you available for hire; and I’ll get credit for that. It’s also possible—well—that they might want to ask you to participate in the pledging process.”

“What?!” I ask, startled.

“Well, I’m going to need to talk to the president before rush starts if we’re going to have the best possible chance of using the house afterward. And it occurred to me—I won’t suggest it, I promise, but if I thought of it, they might—that they might want to involve you in pledging.”

“What do you mean?” Should I be worried about this?

“The idea that came to my mind—would be to have you eat every pledge’s pussy for five or ten minutes in front of all the sisters and the other pledges. See if they can keep from cumming, I suppose. Even if they think of something like that, you wouldn’t have to do it, I promise.”

“Would it reflect badly on you?” I ask. “I really don’t know that I could be comfortable with that.” Though part of me is a little turned on by the idea, I have to admit.

“No,” Alyssa says. “I won’t suggest it, or say that you’ll do it, so I don’t think it will hurt me if they ask you and you say no. If you say yes, it might make things a lot easier for me; but then again, it might not, I don’t know.”

“Well,” I say philosophically, “if something like that happens, I’ll worry about it then.”

“Good idea,” she says, sounding relieved.