FoA Chapter 12

So it’s you and Fang.

You’ve always liked her. She’s so different from the other Free Gurls. Maybe that’s what makes her so interesting to you: you don’t understand why she’s here. All the others, you mostly get, but Fang? Fang is this smart, cute girl who doesn’t seem like a…

Well… a criminal.

That’s what you are. You believe in resisting the dumbass legislature that makes being gay and having sex toys illegal around here, but at the end of the day, you’re kind of, sort of, mostly, outlaws.

Fang doesn’t seem like an outlaw. She seems smart and… steady.

Anyway, you walk out of that meeting with your skin hot and tingling, feeling on fire. Not just because of what happened, but because of this job that has been given to you. You have to make some serious stuff happen. That’s incredibly stressful.

You need to think and plan. As the meeting ends and everyone gets up, Fang takes your hand. You just go with it, following her out of the meeting room and upstairs, even though you see her look at the stripper, Lotte, who is twerking animatedly on the stage in the bar, looking pretty delectable to you.

But Fang drags you into the hall and up to a bedroom, where she shoves you onto a bed, and for a second you misunderstand, but then you notice how she’s pacing with her chin in her hand.

“Not going to lie,” you admit to her. “I’m not sure what to do.” After all, Stef’s instructions were pretty vague.

“CCL,” Fang says distractedly.

Right, that’s a sorority associated with the university. You’ve heard they’re pretty wild and gay. Their sorority house is outside the city limits and therefore outside the jurisdiction of Gurlberg PD.

“You dealt with them at all?” she asks you.

“No,” you say.

“I have,” Fang says, pausing with her hands on her hips. She looks cool as hell like that. You admire her so much. Fang joined the club before you, and she’s not even American. She did her time as a prospect with Free Gurls, and she must have been so hardcore that they accepted her. She’s part of the club now. She’s so damn cool. She even rides a fucking crotch rocket instead of a cruiser like everyone else. She must be really awesome, even more awesome than you realize.

“How do we do it?” you ask. You have no ideas, so this is totally up to Fang’s expertise.

“We have to ask,” she says. “Upfront.”

“How do you know these girls?”

“I tried to join the sorority when I was a student,” Fang admits, pausing. Her back is to you, and her firm, round ass is on full display in her snug jeans barely three feet from your face.

You try to focus.

“What happened?”

“Life happened,” she replies. “We have to ask them for their help. Simple as that.” Fang turns on you. “Are you good with that? Prospect?”

“Of course,” you reply. You are. Whatever it takes. You have made your choice. Even if they haven’t accepted you yet, you are a Free Gurl. Nothing will stand in your way. “What do I have to do?”

Fang takes that in, looking down at you with a serious expression. She takes a deep breath.

“You have a big dick, right?”

What? You smile.

“Um,” you say. “Pretty big.”

“We’ll probably need that,” she says, totally serious.

“My dick?”

“Yes.”

“OK,” you say. “What do I do?”

“I tried to join them, but I got bounced out very quickly,” Fang says with a groan. “I fucked up. But they have a girl, a nerd… she can help us. We just have to ask them. Just—you understand what I’m saying, Prospect? Whatever they ask for, we have to give it to them. You know?”

“OK,” you say. “You know these chicks?”

“Kind of,” Fang replies, still pacing around the tiny room. “There’s a nerd named Cynthia. She can give us what Stef wants.”

“What do we have to give her?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know her that well,” Fang says. “I told you, I didn’t last long as a pledge. We have to just give them whatever they want.”

“Whatever they want?” you ask.

“Whatever they want,” Fang confirms.

“Great.”

“I know,” she says tiredly. “But you do what you have to, right?”

“Right,” you say.

“Then get ready,” she says. “Let’s take a ride over there.”

This is not what you expected. Or what you were up for. You’re a bold, ballsy person… but walking up to a sorority? A famous sorority? After all, you’ve heard about them, Chicks Cum Loud, over the years. All kinds of crazy stuff has gone on with these girls. On the one hand, you have the right wing criticizing them as gay satanists, and on the other you have what you can only assume are some seriously cool girls just doing what feels right.

They also, uh, went to college. Unlike you. You feel kind of inferior to them just on principle. Will they look down on you for being a high school dropout?

It doesn’t matter. You have to do what’s right for Free Gurls. You haven’t become a prospect for these women for nothing. It’s time to come through.

“OK,” you say.

You and Fang get on your bikes and hit the road. You follow her, trusting her to get you where you need to go. Half of you is lost in anxiety with the stakes of this task, and the other half of you loves the joy of riding your bike along these highways out of Gurlberg and into the woods in the dead of night, following Fang’s taillights into the dark. The ride is long enough that you know you are leaving your local area. CCL is free to be as gay and pervy as they want thanks to being outside the town.

The sorority is actually pretty famous, but you only care about them as far as they can help you with the problem you have right now, so… yeah. You know nothing about them. Horny gay chicks. Great.

You and Fang wind through the woods, engines roaring as you get closer.

What do a bunch of college girls get up to? Your imagination knows all kinds of places to go with that.

On this hot, steamy night, you follow Fang up a twisty driveway to a house. It’s not just a house, it’s huge… like a mansion. Is this where CCL lives? It’s a huge, and creepy looking. Like, it’s not symmetrical all, as though people have weirdly added onto it over the years. But it does look huge and impressive, so that’s cool.

It’s dark by the time you and Fang arrive. The place looks seriously spooky, but you have to do what you have to do. Fang rolls up and dismounts from her sport bike, which you admit is very sexy despite it being different from what you and the rest of the club rides. You pull up beside her.

You can hear loud music from inside the house, but in the dark it looks more like a castle. What a weird place. And this is a bunch of smart college chicks? OK.

You take a deep breath and get off your bike, following Fang up to the door.