A Sorority Sister's dilemna

"So, you know what you have to do, right?" the Sorority's President asked, yet again. "Do this, and you complete your initiation. You are a Delta Zeta."

Clara drew and expelled another deep breath, causing her beautiful, bared breasts to rise and fall tantilizingly. "Yes, Sister. I know what to do."

She stepped closer to the door, and waited for her cue. She assured herself, you can do this. It's just sex. You've had sex with guys you had no long term interest in ...you had sex with a guy you barely knew ...hell, you fucked a guy at a beach party you'd known for all of thirty seconds! And that was just for a temporary thrill ...where this ...this will get you into Delta Zeta ...this will change your life.

All around her, this eerie sort of music -- like something from a hybrid horror-porno -- began playing, and a moment later a recorded monologue of rather cheesy, almost religious ceremonial babble began. This was Clara's official introduction -- without the stating of her name, of course -- to the men on the other side of the door, as well as the statement of her commitment to perform that final act that would make her a Zeta for life.

She looked down at herself again. She was very uncomfortable, standing like this -- in nothing but a small thong and a flamboyant, ceremonial mask -- surrounded by the other Sorority members, some of whom she honestly didn't care for and others of whom had eyed her shapely body with obvious hunger. But she was beautiful, sexy, erotic even, and she had been told again and again that she had nothing to be embarrassed about in such an exposing situation.

"It's time, Sister," the President said. "Choose wisely."

Again, Clara inhaled deeply, exhausted slowly, and pushed the double doors open, ready to commit the act that would cement her relationship with the most popular, more powerful, most connected Sorority on campus. All she had to do was blow one man and fuck another; she'd "done" strangers before, and had even "done" two different men in the same night, so she could do this ...she could do two of these four strangers ...for her future.

But she was only a step inside the door when she realized ...THESE WERE NO STRANGERS!

Sitting blind folded in four side by side, deep cushioned chairs -- naked, with their dicks in various stages of swell -- were the Sorority President's long time boy friend, her best friend Suzi's fiancee, her father, AND her brother.

Clara spun on her heel to face the Sorority President, whispering almost in a growl, "What the hell?"

The President moved closer and whispered as well, "Choose well, my Sister. Suck ...then fuck."

The President spun her back around and urged her forward.