Big U Pride Ch. 05: Pledge Week

"But let's not waste any more time. Let's see what your money has bought you! May I be the first to introduce you all to..."

Who would go first!?

"Naughty little Candi!" I looked over at Candi. She looked so nervous. I held her hand and then hugged her.

"You're gonna do amazing!" I said. It felt nice to have a friend to support like this. Candi looked at me and nodded, I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was on edge, but there was a determination in her eyes too.

She opened the curtain and walked out onto the stage, her little schoolgirl skirt swaying as she did. Her hair was in pigtails and they swished from side to side.

The music overhead started, it was a familiar rap song.

"I'll take you to the candy shop

I'll let you lick the lollipop

Go 'head girl don't you stop

Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa"

Candi just stood there center stage, her eyes closed, just swaying side to side to the rhythm. Come on, gurl. You can do this!

Then the next line went,

"I'll take you to the candy shop (yeah)

Boy, one taste of what I got (uh-huh)

I'll have you spending all you got (come on)

Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa"

That's when Candi came alive. It was like the song was made for her! Slowly, she rotated her hips around, then slide to the floor. She rolled around, swinging her long legs up before coming to an all-fours position. She was an absolute nympho on the stage.

The song kept going

"I break it down for you now, baby it's simple

If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho

In the hotel, or in the back of the rental

On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into"

Candi popped her ass and twirled around the pole, sliding down slowly. The dollar bills started flying onto the stage. She smiled so big and turned around and flipper her schoolgirl skirt up, showing off her ass in the thong. The men hollered at that. She giggled and kept dancing for them.

The song:

"Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor

I ain't finished teaching you 'bout how sprung I got ya

Wanna show me how you work it baby? No problem, get on top

Then get your bounce around, like a little rider"

She got down on her knees and popped her booty up and down, looking at the crowd and teasing a finger in her mouth like it was a lollipop. Wow, this was incredibly hot.

And when the song ended, Candi scooped up all the money on the floor and attempted a wave at the audience while carrying her haul, then hurried backstage to us.

"OMG that was amazing!" Krissy said to her.

"It was like, sooooo nerve-racking!" Candi responded, dropping her cash onto her makeup table. "But, like, wow it's one of the greatest thrills I've ever felt. I mean, all those guys just watching me shake my body and then when they cheered for me and threw money onstage...I felt so good about myself!"

"Well you were truly amazing," I said to her. She really was. In fact, I felt a little...jealous? I felt like I had to live up to that performance, like I had to prove myself. I didn't want this to be the night I was kicked out of the Beta House. As weird as I felt about all this, I didn't want to let up.

So I thought hard about how to make a better performance. Trotting over to one of the makeup girls, I whispered a request into my ear. She nodded in understanding and went to the announcer to let him know. I waited for him.

The announcer came on again, "Well I see a lot of men who want to get inside the 'Candi Shop', am I right?" More cheering.

"Next up for you is a very special treat, one that's getting some attention this year. This little Cheerboi sissy had a special request for us tonight. A song request."

I stood by the curtain in anticipation.

"So without ado, heeeeeeeere's Britney!"

The song started. It was a Nine Inch Nails song that I knew would get the attention of these Alpha males in the room.

It started,

"You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you"

I walked onto stage, slowly, letting my every movement show off my leopard outfit. I came up to the front of the stage, the bright lights in my eyes making it hard to see the men in the audience. That blinding light was helpful, just helping me concentrate on dancing, not worrying about the looks on their faces. As much as this was embarrassing to be up here dressed in this slutty girl costume, I knew I had a job to do. I just swallowed my pride, tried my best to halt my nerves, and just let myself focus on performing. That's all this was, right? Just a performance. It wasn't me, it was a performance.

Maybe it was the hormones that they had us jacked up on. Maybe it was my wish to enter a new reality, one where I could just be adored and wanted. Either way, I became an animal on stage.

I started swaying my hips side and running my hands over my body. I turned to my side and did a slow body roll, letting me curves do the work.

The song thumped,

"I broke apart my insides

(Help me) I've got no soul to sell

(Help me) the only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself"

I knew this song would do something extra special. It wouldn't just highlight my 'animal' outfit, but it demonstrate that I was embracing this role, that I 'broke apart my insides' for the privilege of serving them.

I dropped to the floor and put my face to the floor, arching my back and sticking my booty in the air as I slithered down. Then I flipped to the side and did a leg swoop around. I stood back up and whipped my hair around, bending at the hips and gripping my knees.

The song hit the part I wanted them all to hear:

"I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God"

I went up to the stripper pole and did a few body rolls on it before giving it a little lick like a kitty-cat. I turned so my back was to it and it slid in between my butt cheeks. I rubbed it up and down and dropped my upper body to my knees and did a hair flip on my way up. I swung my hips from side to side on the pole before turning back to face it.

As crazy as this all was, I was sort of enjoying being the center of attention. This audience was there for me. They were watching my every movement. I was practically a celebrity and I was playing it up for my audience.

I also felt a weird power, knowing I controlled the attention of all these powerful men. I was the one that they wanted to see, and I had their eyeballs on me.

I couldn't help but think a supremely odd thought...'Was I getting these men hard?'

"You can have my isolation

You can have the hate that it brings

You can have my absence of faith

You can have my everything"

I bent my knees and air humped the pole a few times, curling my hips each time. I rubbed my sissyclit against it, feeling the cold metal through my outfit.

I walked towards the front of the stage to the beat and just started wildly shaking my ass to the audience, twerking slowly, just letting my ass jiggle for the audience.

The song ended:

"you tear down my reason

(Help me) it's your sex I can smell

(Help me) you make me perfect

Help me become somebody else"

Those last lyrics echoes in my mind, "Help me become somebody else" as I caught my breath to the silence.

Then dollar bills just started flying onstage and a round of applause. I saw the men give me a standing ovation too! More cash flooded on stage for me.

I didn't know what to do so I just smiled and bent down to grab all the cash, struggling to get it all. I smiled once more and headed backstage.

I was sweating, and the Cheerbois all congratulated me telling me how sexy I looked and how the audience was in thrall to me. I didn't know how to react, tossing the bills on my table. I was out of breath, feeling a rush from that performance. Wow, it felt...really good.

The rest of the Cheerbois had their turn, dancing like all-stars. Especially Jada, who did a booty routine that was beyond words. We all counted up our tips, most of us getting at least $50 dollars each. Wow, that was the most exciting way I've ever earned a dollar.

Kelsey came back and congratulated us on our performance, clearly very proud of us for having mastered her lessons.

"I'm just so f'ing proud of you bitches. That was breathtaking." We all felt so happy.

"But there's still work to do! I know none of you has made the $100 in tips yet, so we have one more part to this challenge. Lap dances."

Oh boy, that was a much more personal thing.

"I know you already had a taste of this at the pledge event earlier this week. Now we have some prime donors here so would love to feel your bodies on them. You are all to walk around the tables and the men have a card they'll wave if they want you to give them a lap dance."

We were let out onto the floor, walking around the tables. I noticed the varying ages of the men, some in their late 20s, others in their 60s. They all sat around, sometimes barely seeming to notice us. They were all clearly talking business, hashing out deals to increase each others' wealth.

We were but decorations for them. Slutty little decorations. I felt both seen and unseen at the same time.

I saw a card wave at me. I went to my first guy. He was in his mid-40s and wore a sharp suit. He pushed his chair back and I straddled him.

I grinned on him slowly, facing away from him. He grabbed my hips as I did, and I let him. This was just a performance, I told myself.

The whole time he just kept talking business with the guy next to him.

"Alright, let's hash out the details over golf next week. Oh, do you want to try this one?"

The other guy answered affirmatively.

"Hey sissy Britney, why don't you give my friend Jim a show."

"Yes, sir." I said, automatically. I stood up off of him and went to the guy next to him, this time laying down belly-first on him and letting my ass just jiggle around for him. I then stood up and shook my ass in his face before sitting on his lap and slowly grinding.

They just kept talking business before Jim tapped my ass and thanked me for my services. They handed me $10 in tips each.

I repeated that performance another three or four times, collecting more and more money. I was definitely over my required $100 but guys kept getting me to dance on them. I kind of liked the attention.

But I found myself really enjoying something else. That feeling of their cocks hardening under me...hardening because of me. It made me work even harder to please them.

Why? Why did I have this Pavlovian response?

The lights above flickered, signaling that the night was coming to an end.

That's when I got my last request. It was from a familiar face. A 50 year old man with graying temples and a sharp jaw.

Oh my god, it was my English professor, Professor Steele.

For some reason, this time I faced him as I grinded on him.

He looked up at me, I looked down at him, swirling my hips on his lap. This felt so intimate.

"I knew there was something special about you." He said to me. "You were never a Brian, you were always a Britney, sissy Britney."

This made my heart flutter.

"Oh? I didn't know you paid attention to me." I was in a massive class, maybe 100 people. How did he single me out. I felt...special.

"I can always tell the Cheerbois in each class. I couldn't take my eyes off of you when I saw you in my class. You have something special, Britney."

"Oh yeah?" I asked him. Now I wrapped my arms around his neck. More intimate now.

"Oh yes. I've been working at Big U. for a long time now. It's mostly just a hobby, with all the family money I inherited. But I keep doing it now for one reason - to meet perfect sissies like you."

Like me?

"That's right. You're special, Britney. Look at how you captivated a room of some of the most powerful men in the state. You have a power."

His last words resonated. Power...pussy power...

I kept grinding on his lap, feeling his large cock harden underneath me. I couldn't help but think that all of my preconceptions were wrong...Despite all of this man's bravado, his masculinity & manliness, his impressively sized cock that stirred underneath me...he was helpless to my charms. I was in control, even though he was the powerful one with all the money and charms. I had the power. And if he let me have his cock, he's be helpless and I'd take complete control.

That was my new power. That was the pussy power that I could have if I wanted to. This leopard outfit, the makeup, the hair, the lips...all of this feminization gave me a power I could never dream of. This man, this big strong powerful man was under my spell, and I could have him screaming in joy if I wanted to. And he, and all these other men here, would move mountains to have me all to themselves.

"I don't know how well you would have done in my class, but I give that face and ass and body of yours all a perfect A." He joked.

I bit my finger seductively. "Not an A plus?" The pussy power, that red hot addictive elixir, it coursed through me. I was a tease, I had control. My sissyclit was throbbing, tingling at this sensual experience. I don't know if I'd ever felt more in control o fmy sexuality than right now.

"Hahaha, well well. You still have something to prove before you earn that A plus."

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "And what's that?"

I don't know what it was, but this man made me feel both at ease and very excited. Maybe I had a thing for the teacher, lol. I wanted to impress him, I wanted to drive him wild.

"You'll find out soon enough. Until then, just keep up the good work." He spanked my ass when he said that, making me jump up a bit and giggle.

Whatever did he mean?

The announcer came back on stage and called an end to the night.

As I climbed off of Professor Steele, he said to me, "I look forward to seeing you back in class, Britney. I'll have lots of ways to help you get extra credit for the time you've missed." He winked at me.

I didn't know what he meant, but I enjoyed his playfulness.

I then remembered my manners, saying "Thank you for using me...Professor." He stuffed a $50 in my thong.

The Cheerbois all rounded up and changed before heading back to the Beta House.

Well, that was quite a night, I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

HellWeek Day 6:

The next day was a scorcher. I even woke up sweating. Maybe it was memories of nights past, but I swore the AC wasn't working.

After a quick shower and deep clean you-know-where, I lazed about in my bed. The Cheerboi App had a "Daily Lesson" that I watched. It was a gif of a beautiful girl giving a luxurious blowjob.

It read,

"Habits of highly successful sissies:

Always pay special attention the balls

Look daddy in the eyes as you worship

Compliment this impressive size

Suppress your gag reflex

Make sure to use plenty of dirty talk

Show him how hungry you are

Open wide for his big load"

I paid attention to everything she did, absorbing her ways. I watched a few more like this until I found one of the pornstar Madison Ivy sucking on a real monster cock. Something about her eyes struck me the most. I saw something I recognized in them: a hunger. I recognized that feeling, that perversion, that lust. I recognized that feeling of overwhelming desire that completely washed away any doubt, any sweet innocence.

I don't now why, but over the past few weeks as the Kappa girls worked me over, I had caught myself thinking about men. Just thinking about them, their power, their size, the way I felt in a room full of them. But wasn't I one of them? Wasn't I a man? Why didn't I associated myself with those strong powerful men?

My mind would wander to their packages, to the feeling of my lips wrapped around their veiny cocks, the way that my lipstick would leave a line on the cock as if challenging me to go deeper. I remembered the sense of achievement when I could swallow more cock. I felt this need to become more desirable, more capable of providing pleasure.

I found my 'sissyclit' firming up as I thought about showing a man all the tricks I knew to pleasure him. I imagined the thick creamy load that would churn as I teased a cock. I found myself thinking about how working on a cock was working up a big thick load for me later. It was the easiest proposition ever: work on a cock and earn that cum reward. Something about earning that load felt better than getting an A on a test or an award. It was the award, one that you could even wear to show how good you did. Plus, it was a new power. That feeling when I got a man to cum...that look he made when he was losing control of his body...that satisfaction of knowing that I had done that to him...that was powerful.

I found myself wondering about the array of cum flavors, the varying mix of sweet and salty and tangy, the mix of textures that were possible. I wanted to know, I wanted to know all of them.

More and more I would get this weird need too. This need to be manhandled. I imagined being pushed against a wall at a man's complete disposal as he...as he probed my downstairs hole.

My thoughts were disturbed by the sound of my phone ringtone. I looked over, it was my mom calling.

"Ummm...hello?" I hadn't talked to her since this all began.

"Oh hi honey! We haven't heard from you in so long we wanted to just make sure you were doing ok at Big U!"

"Doing great, mom! Just fine!" I stammered.

"Oh honey you voice sounds so much higher, are you working out or something?"

Could she tell that I had been changed?

"Oh no, must ummmm...must just be like a weird puberty thing. My voice is just, it's just higher now for some reason."

"Well I like it!" She said. "It sounds so much more like the real you."

"Thanks mom."

"So, are you making friends? That roommate of yours seemed really nice! What was his name - Kris?"

I almost corrected her to say 'Krissy' but I caught myself.

"Yeah, she - I mean he's great." Did she notice my mistake? "But yeah I'm making friends, I've made some really close friends, we have a little ummm...club kind of."

"Ooh that's nice! You must all be getting up to some trouble! I bet you're quite the party favorite!"

Boy she didn't know the half of it.

"I bet you're going to all sorts of parties at the fraternities! I think I spent every weekend at a frat party when I was there. But that was just part of being a Big U. Cheerleader!"

"Yeah mom, definitely spending lots of time at the frats."

"I bet they'll be recruiting you too! Especially when they find out that you come from money!"

I thought back to how Johnnie from Delta Sigma gave me that...special invitation.

"Yeah, they seem to enjoy having me around." I said, smiling to myself at the hidden joke.

"Well I just wanted to check in and make sure my little Brit is thriving in college - I knew Big U. was the right college for you! That place really changes people. I bet I won't even recognize you the next time I see you!"

"Yeah, I bet...". I said, cryptically. "I've definitely changed..."

It felt weird talking to her. I was sad that I wouldn't go back to her as Brian, as her normal son. Would she approve of the new me? Why did I let this all go so far, I risked losing my entire old life. My parents would reject me, I'd be kicked out of the family.

Shit, why did I agree to any of this? I thought about the looks of judgment my parents would give me, how they would disown me. What if they found out about all the slutty girly things I had done? They weren't homophobic but they wouldn't want that reputation around them.