To the Lambdas

The Lambda president texted Gina: Please send her to us.

"OK, we're going to send her to the Lamba's," Said Gina, but we don't want her arrested for indecent exposure. I have an idea."

Ten minutes later, Shelby was only wearing her shoes, panties, and bra, and her panties were yanked up high behind her, and her bra strap was looped through the leg holes of her panties, keeping them wedged up her ass crack.

"Shelby," said Gina. "Head straight for the Lambda house. Ring the doorbell and kneel. When the door is answered, say 'Hello, I'm your subservient bitch. I am here for your pleasure.' Do not adust your clothing without their permission, and do not speak to anyone along the way."

The smiling Shelby was let out of the backyard, and she quickly walked down the street and crossed over to fraternity row. She saw a couple of people gawking at her from their porches, but she made it to the Lamba house. She rang the bell and knelt.

A short, scrawny boy with limp blonde hair opened the door. "Hello, I'm your subservient bitch. I am here for your pleasure," said Shelby with a smile.

The boy grinned from ear to ear.