Sorority Pledge Ch. 02

"I want you to take note, before you make your decision, that several of our current sisters will be participating in the auction - ten of us to be exact. We are talking second through fourth year sisters. Ten women will hardly be enough for the large group of gentlemen gathered for this exciting event. We are hoping that the eight pledges left in contention for a shot at sisterhood will agree to join in.

"To sweeten the pot, I will give the girl who garners the highest bid five honor points toward the first year position where you can become a full sister. Just think: sisterhood without all the first year hazing. The offer will not be tendered to those who pursue the traditional test.

"In the spirit of full disclosure, the winner of your bid will be able to use you anyway they want as long as it doesn't leave marks or results in injury. For the majority of you, this won't be a problem, since the average bid winner will just want to get into your panties, fuck you silly, until they exhaust themselves. From experience, there are a couple gentlemen that like things a little rougher. Those that have gotten too rough in the past, those who break the no marks rule, are never allowed to bid again. They are put on probation within the fraternal order.

"Are there any questions, and this time I mean you can actually ask a few."

Sherlyn the inquisitive asked, "How will anybody know if a bid winner get out of line?"

Melinda smiled, Hillary thought she might have cracked her face doing it. Melinda said, "Nobody will know, not until the next morning. That's a hazard you will have to risk. We've never had anyone get seriously hurt though, ever. You are more likely to get injured during the normal test. Again, most of the bidders are looking to get a little strange pussy before they return home to their loving wives.

"Some of the gentlemen are important men - politicians, judges, law enforcement, doctors, lawyers, multi-millionaires, etc...

"Your job will be to make sure the bid winners have a good time. This is to keep them bidding high in subsequent years. If you happen to come out of it having been pleasured yourself, consider that to be a bonus. I can tell you that I've had a wonderful time each time I've been auctioned off."

Tanya, one of Hillary's fellow pledges, spoke up for the first time, "So basically, you want us to be prostitutes for the night."

Melinda scowled, "That was a statement, not a question. Since nobody is paying you anything for sexual favors, it isn't prostitution. All the money, all of it, will go to the Shriners. All we are doing is matching up fellows willing to donate a good deal of money to the charity, with a willing woman in which they can have a fun night with."

Hanna, the red, as Hillary liked to think of her, she looked like a living version of Meredith from the animated movie 'Brave', asked, "When will the ordeal be over?"

Melinda shook her head, not believing the question, "If it's going to be an ordeal for you, I suggest you take the more traditional test. I swear that it's never been an ordeal for me. I look at it as a way for us women to have a nice one night stand without being labeled a slut, whore, or worse.

"The world has a huge double standard, a guy can screw around and be worshipped for his prowess; where a woman doing the same thing earns a Staples 'easy' button and is branded in all kinds of unflattering ways."

"To answer the underlying question, you will stay with your gentleman until 8:00am, or until he releases you, whichever comes first. If you decided to spend more time than that with your temporary paramour, that's up to you."

Melinda asked the girls, "Okay, enough of the sales pitch. I want a show of hands, who's in and who's not?" Out of the eight pledges left after the first test, seven of them raised their hands. Little did the girl who opted out know, but she was to be shown the door right after the meeting. The field of contenders dropped to seven.

Hillary was one of the volunteers; even so, she was very reluctant. She still didn't know how her having sex with another man would affect Peter and her budding new relationship. All this bizarre sorority shit was making her feel like Alice after she fell down the rabbit hole.

Tuesday, she met up with Peter at the east campus Starbucks. He was going to help her move all her things to Sherlyn's room. The room swap had been approved.

Hillary filled Peter in on the second 'test'; the whole time she was studying his eyes, his face, and his posture for signs of disapproval. All she needed was just one sign from him that he wouldn't approve and she would bail out of the task in a heartbeat. What she saw was resigned acceptance.

Peter asked, "So, what you will be doing is putting yourself on the slave auction block. You must willingly submit to whatever the highest bidder wishes. That sounds pretty damn open ended if you ask me. I could think up a 101 perverse things that could end up being very unpleasant for you - no marks." Peter had known of the auction, he didn't know that it would involve the pledges.

"Gee thanks, Pete." retorted Hillary sarcastically, "Thank you for the reassurance."

Peter smiled and stated, "De nada, anything for the love of my life, mi amor acariciada."

"Seriously Peter," Hillary asked, "Did I make the right decision?"

Peter, giving Hillary a serious look replied, "I think so, almost anything has to be better than the gauntlet. I've heard that they've sent women to the hospital from the paddling. Then there is the booze thing. I guess the alcohol abuse is not so bad for you women, but it gets seriously out of control for us guys. My opinion is that if you can get out of the traditional hazing, do it."

Hillary asked, "Okay, so like where are you going to be when our little auction takes place?"

Peter grinned, "In the crowd of bidders, that's where. We don't get our next task until Saturday."

Hillary was surprised. With a spark of hope, she asked, "Are you going to be able to bid?"

"Yes. But, I was keeping that as a surprise." answered Pete. Then he amended, "Don't get your hopes up of me winning though, Hills. From what I understand, there will be some heavy hitters that will have their wallets open." Then he decided to let Hillary in on one additional fact, "Hillary, not to scare you, but this auction is going to be in conjunction with the fraternity's nationwide annual alumni convention. You are potentially going to be herded out in front of over a thousand of men."

Hillary exclaimed, "Oh fuck! Really? You have to be kidding me!"

Pete grimaced and said, "No, I'm afraid not. I'm just trying to set expectations; the chance of me winning the bid for you is pretty remote. Often, the winning bids go into the thousands of dollars from what I've been told."

Hillary shook her head sadly, then she bent over and kissed Peter tenderly, "Well, it sounded good while it lasted."

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Wednesday evening came way too soon for Hillary. The fraternity had rented a smaller exhibition hall that was part of a larger hotel complex for their get-together. The girls were just a side show for the larger 3 day party that was billed as a convention. Hillary was pretty sure that it was an excuse for a bunch of men to get out of the house, and into an environment where they could misbehave with relative impunity.

The sorority sisters and her fellow pledges all dressed provocatively. Most were in some sort of sexual costuming. School girl uniforms, stripper outfits, teddies, nighties, leathers, you name it and they dressed in it. Hillary decided that she was going to give Peter a chance to win, so she dressed perfectly normal.

Well, maybe a bit more dressed up a bit nicer than normal, but in ordinary clothing. Hillary had on an expensive dark gray, worsted wool skirt that came down a couple of inches above her knees. She had a lovely white rayon blouse that had a wide ruffled button strip that ran down the front; she had it buttoned conservatively above her cleavage. Over that, she had on a macramé maroon wool vest. As an accent, she had a colorful silk scarf around her neck. On her legs, she wore a pair of those new tatted black calf high stockings and a really nice pair of pumps. She was dressed just one step below business formal.

Hillary presumed that would turn off many of the bidders who would be competing against Peter.

Hillary watched girl after girl go on auction. They had a real auctioneer spouting out his rapid fire bid producing cadence. As each girl went on stage, a bright spotlight beamed down spotlighting their bodies as they posed provocatively. Many of the girls were fetching bids in the thousands of dollars.

Sherlyn, who was in line just in front of Hillary, asked in a whisper, "Do you think my costume is okay? It's not too risqué is it?" Sherlyn had dressed in a really short full skirted dress that gathered just below her breasts and flared out from there. It barely came down to cover her bum. She was holding a very large lollypop as a prop. Her long brown hair was done in two puppy dog tails and had long twisting curls that hung down the side of her head. Under the skirt, Sherlyn had on a pair of little girl style panties, the kind with ruffles all over. Sherlyn looked like a 5'-8" tall little girl, with nice boobs. Hillary was sure to the right bidder, that Sherlyn looked adorable.

Hillary gave the Sherlyn the requested comment, "You look really cute, Sherlyn. I think you'll do really well."

All too soon, Sherlyn was on the stage. She stood there looking shy, not a hard act for Sherlyn who was naturally reserved. She had the tip of her index finger in her mouth, her toes pointed in, and her knees knocked. Hillary thought her friend's pose was perfect.

So did the bidders. After a bidding war that lasted nearly five minutes, Hillary was amazed that Sherlyn had a high bid of $24,500, which was almost an all-time record. Hillary had to admit that Sherlyn had a really nice figure and a cute face. The girl was a hard act to follow. In other words, for Hillary purposes, it was perfect! She was next.

When it was Hillary's turn, she was directed to walk out onto the stage. The spotlight all but blinded her. So she couldn't see any of the bidding crowd. She was happy for it; if she could have seen all the lusting, leering men, she would have been a complete basket case. The idea of crawling between the sheets with another strange man made her skin crawl. This time there would be no inky darkness of a blacked out room to hide her lover in anonymity.

Hillary was shock as the first bid called out was $5000.00. The average starting bid was usually a hundred or two, not in the thousands. Several of the women's winning bids were below Hillary's opening. The bid was quickly followed up with another bid of $7500.00, quickly followed by $10,000. Hillary knew that Pete was already hopelessly outbid.

The bidding continued. Hillary heard another man call out $12,000 followed by yet another voice with $15,000. At $18,000 it narrowed down to three or four bidders. The bid zipped by $20,000 like it was pocket change. At $25,000 Hillary started to hyperventilate. What the hell was happening?

Down to two bidders, they went up $2500.00 at a time as the two of them passed through $30,000, not even showing signs of slowing. Hillary wondered if it had been Sherlyn that stirred them up. Hillary was dressed as a business woman, not a sex object. What the hell was going on?

One of the two bidders decided to end the auction on the spot. He yelled out $50,000. After a second or two, the auctioneer convinced the second bidder to up the ante to $55,000. Frustrated that he hadn't won the bid yet, the jump bidder called out, "Let's end this! I bid $100,000! Top that!" Hillary asked herself, 'Who would be so insane as to bid that much money on her?'

The auctioneer tried to tease out yet another bid from the opposing bidder, but it was just a bit rich for his blood. Nobody had ever paid $50,000 before; $100,000 was setting an entirely new and lofty bench mark for future auctions. Due to the light in her face, Hillary hadn't been able to see any of the men whom bid on her. She wondered who won the bid. Even if she could have seen the bidder, it wouldn't have done her any good. The man who placed the winning bid for her was just a surrogate for the man who would actually be paying the substantial amount of money so he could help himself to Hillary's body.

A blond girl named Stephanie followed Hillary. She was won for a respectable $6000.00. Following her was a girl named Elaine, who had long black hair and a light complexion. She was purchased for $4500.00. The final bid was on one of the sorority sisters, who gave the audience quite a show performing a little bump and grind, her body was secured for $5000.00. All in all, it had been a really good night for the Shriners.

After the auction was concluded, the girls were to report to the Sorority's table in the back corner of the hall. As a man won a bid, he made arrangements for payment and then was allowed to drop off a room key, to be used by the girl he bought and paid for. She was to make her way to his room to await her evening assignment.

When Hillary reported to the table, instead of a room key, she was instructed to go to the front of the Hotel where she would be met. She was more than a little uneasy with - frightened by - the arrangement. She was leaving the safety of the Hotel, where all her 'sisters' would be putting out throughout the night.

She stood out on the sidewalk, wondering what to do next, when a limo pulled up. Not one of the gaudy things people rented for special occasions like proms or anniversaries, but a real limousine that looked like it belonged to a very wealthy person. The driver rolled down the passenger window and said, "Hello, you are Miss Hansen, correct?"

Hillary nodded her head, "Yes, that's me."

The driver smiled, placed the vehicle in park, and then got out of the limo and came around and opened the door for Hillary. "Please, climb in Miss Hansen. I'm afraid this is going to be a fairly long ride. We will be going out onto the cape where you will be met by your, um, client."

"Client!" exclaimed Hillary. She snapped, "I'm not a call girl, sir! I'm only doing this for the charity. So get all that client bull shit out of your head right now!"

The driver looking contrite replied, "I'm so sorry Miss Hansen, calling you a hooker wasn't my intent. I realized you are actually a lady of means, your mother and all."

Hillary was shocked, "What do you know about my mother?!"

The driver blushed, "Just what my employer told me. It seems that he knows your mother."

Hillary climbed into the limousine, as the driver closed the door behind her, she was miffed. She thought, 'Oh this is just fucking great, I was won by one of my mother's cronies. It's just like the bitch to arrange for me to get a $100,000 bid.'

Too bad Hillary couldn't arrange to have it be the headline of tomorrow morning's newspaper; mother would love that kind of publicity - NOT! She could just see the headline, 'Local Heiress Commands Highest Bid Ever.' That followed by an article spelling out how Hillary, an heiress to the Randall fortune, auctioned herself off for sexual favors.' Of course the Randall fortune had already been divided up three different ways, approximately $500 million each, between her mother and two uncles that Hillary didn't know, or care to know. She didn't even know her uncles names.

Hillary settled back into the comfortable limo seat. Her parents drove ordinary cars and didn't see the need to waste precious funds on things like limos or drivers. Her father drove a Jaguar XJR LWB, starting price of $119,000. He loved the 550 horsepower engine in the luxury car. Her mother preferred German and drove a more subdued Mercedes S550 sedan. As it sat on the showroom floor, her mom had paid over $120,000 for the thing.

The driver rolled down the partition window and told Hillary, "The cabinet in front of you is a small mini-bar. Feel free to help yourself. It's refrigerated, so the wine and champagne are cold. You don't look like a beer drinker."

Thanking the driver, Hillary opened the cabinet to see that it was well stocked with a variety of mini bottles. On the refrigerated side, she found what interested her was a bottle of 2004 Pierre Trimbach Riesling wine. She knew the wine to be from the Alsace region of France and that it had superb flavor. She needed a glass, maybe two, to calm her nerves.

As promised the ride took nearly 2 hours. Hillary knew from experience that she was well out on the cape and wasn't too far from her family's summer home. The limousine pulled up to a large gate baring entrance to an estate. After punching in a key code, the gates swung open to admit the vehicle. Hillary was amazed that it took another 3 minutes to get to a magnificent mansion after going through the security fence.

Once the limo pulled up in front of the house, the driver got out and opened the car door for the 18 year old girl. He instructed her to report to the main entrance and for her to ring the doorbell. Someone would be waiting for her. The limo pulled away as she walked towards the door.

Hillary was suitably impressed with the old mansion. They just didn't build the huge ornate Victorians like it anymore. She suspected the large home was built in the mid-1850s. Hillary knew a bit about architecture in the area, and this home was one of the more opulent examples of the early Victorian era.

As Hillary arrived at the door, just as she was reaching for the doorbell, the door swung open revealing an aged man in servant attire. He smiled and said, "Miss Hansen, I am so pleased to meet you. If you would, please come this way." The man led her up a wide staircase leading up from the main foyer.

As Hillary made her way to whatever destination the servant was leading her to, she marveled in the beautiful rich woodwork. The old home had been maintained meticulously; it was obvious that the owner of the home really cared for the place.

Once upstairs, the servant led her down the hall to a nicely decorated sitting room. Hillary felt like she had stepped back in time 150 years. The room was decorated in an elegant cherry wood paneling and period wallpaper. The inside wall had floor to ceiling hardwood bookshelves.

The room was toasty warm; it had a small fire laid in the fireplace. It was a sharp contrast to the cool evening temperatures outside. Everything about the room was welcoming.

The butler, or whatever he was, told her that a man named Nathaniel would be with her momentarily. No last name of the gentleman was offered. This caused Hillary's curiosity to be piqued; she wondered why the identity of her host was being protected. Hillary took a seat in a high back chair to wait for her host.

All of a sudden, a man with a considerable presents blew in through the door like a storm squall. He smiled, "Ah, Hillary, I'm so happy to get to finally meet you. You are such an incredibly beautiful young lady. I can see so much of your mother in you." He took her hand and bent over it and planted a kiss on its back. "That said, I do hope that you aren't anywhere as bitchy as the shrew you call mother."

Hillary was beginning to like this man, whoever he was. Hillary stammered, "Um, I'm glad to make your acquaintance..." She left it hanging to elicit the man's name.

The late 30s man smiled and said, "Please, call me Nate."

"Just Nate?" asked Hillary. She wanted to know the man's full name in the worst way.

The man smiled, "Yes, just Nate for now. I don't want to spoil the surprise."

Hillary studied the impeccably dressed and well groomed man who looked familiar. More than curious, she asked, "What surprise is that?"