She stumbled to the door in the dark dorm room.
“Put these on,” the girl said, handing Megan a trench coat and slippers.
Megan had learned to deal with sleep deprivation, as she often stayed at the sorority house late, memorizing trivia about the sorority, the names of the older sisters, and important dates in preparation for her final quiz to gain entry into the house. Now that Hell Week was here, she had been expecting it to get worse. Megan’s sorority had a reputation for craziness.
Loaded into the back of a car with two other pledges, they were driven to the house. All thirty of the pledges were there, lined up in the basement, a bright light glaring at them from across the room.
Their trench coats and slippers were taken and they stood there in their sleep wear. For Megan and several others, that meant nothing but a tee shirt and panties. Some wore nighties, others more modest pajamas.
On the other end of the room, behind the lights, Megan could just make out silhouettes, but she couldn’t tell who or how many there were.
Karen, the president of the sorority said, “Pledges, your final quiz will be this weekend, after which you’ll be voted on by the members. Your big sisters have prepared you, and I have no doubt you’ll do well. Tonight is your last task before the quiz. You cannot be forced to participate, so those that want to may opt out.”
They always gave that disclaimer, to keep them out of trouble for hazing, but nobody ever refused their assigned tasks.
“Our brothers from Phi Delt have agreed to help us with this last assignment,” Karen continued.
With that, the overhead lights came on, and the girls realized that there were about twenty five boys at the other end of the room, able to see them in their sleepwear. They tried desperately to cover themselves.
“Stand still!” Karen snapped. “These are your big brothers from Phi Delt.”
Phi Delt was the fraternity house of choice for most of the athletes on campus, and these were some of their sexiest upperclassmen. They wore shorts and tees.
Karen turned to the boys and nodded, and they dropped their shorts and took off their shirts, then stood against the wall. Megan blushed furiously; she had never been in the room with a naked man before, let alone twenty five of them. Some were semi-erect, others completely limp.
“Your first job is to make them hard,” Karen said. “As you pass by each boy, I want you to feel their balls and wrap your hand around their dick. Don’t squeeze their balls, you could hurt them, but don’t be afraid to touch.”
As Megan came up to the first boy in line, she watched with fascination as Kim, the girl in front of her, stroked the boy and hefted his sac in her palm.