“Hey everybody, how y’all doing!” Cindy yelled into the microphone and the crowd cheered in response. The band was on a break and Cindy and her six pledges had now taken the stage. Well, five pledges anyway and one fake pledge – me. Taylor stood beside me and the other four girls were dressed to the nines just like she was. In my blue jeans and t-shirt, I was the only one of the six wearing casual clothes. People were pouring into the tent from outside now – mostly males but some girls as well - and I recognized some of the Sigma Pi sisters I’d seen at the sorority house. I wondered if they were in on what was about to happen, too. As the crowd in front of the stage swelled, my anxiety ratcheted up to an even higher level and I did my best to calm myself down. Wendy, you’re just an actress playing a role, I told myself and I did some deep breathing and other techniques I’d learned in acting class to prepare myself. Cindy began introducing the pledges to the crowd and when she said my name I put a bright smile on my face like there was nowhere on earth I’d rather be than right here on this stage.

Cindy took the microphone off the mike stand and began working the crowd. “So this is the part of the evening that I know a lot of you have been looking forward to, am I right?” Cindy shouted into the microphone to loud cheers. “We have six hot, sexy Sigma Pi pledges up here and I know some of you guys are wondering what they look like without these dresses on! (more cheers) And you’re thinking that maybe, just maybe, you’ll even get a brief glimpse of a pair supple, firm Sigma Pi tits! (louder cheers) Because you know that Sigma Pi women have the supplest, firmest tits on campus!” (raucous cheers with a few good natured boos from the non-Sigma Pi women in the crowd).

The crowd was really getting into it now and as Cindy paced back and forth on the stage like a fundamentalist preacher I was thinking how good she was at this.

“Well, normally this is where we play a little game to get some of these girls out of their clothes but I’m afraid we’re not going to be able to do that this year,” she continued, this time to relative silence and a few scattered boos. “Unfortunately we have a problem. You see, the girls were supposed to dress up for you tonight in their sexiest evening wear. Now I won’t mention any names – Wendy Wilson – but one of them chose not to do that.”

Every eye in the place was fixed on me now and I almost wished that we’d done the trivia contest instead. I mouthed the word “sorry” to the crowd and Cindy turned to me and gave me a wink. “Now normally,” Cindy continued, “this would be grounds for disqualification for a pledge to become a member of our sorority because we only select the best of the best, the cream of the crop, the sweetest fruit on the vine on to become members of our sorority. And, of course, the girls with the supplest, firmest tits. (laughter) So Wendy begged me to be given a second chance. She told me she would do anything – anything – to make amends. I said, ‘I don’t know, Wendy, you’ve been a very bad girl and you need to be punished.’ So what do you think guys? Do you think Wendy needs to be punished?”

The place erupted now in whoops and cheers and I’m sure my face was totally crimson. An embarrassed smile spread across my face that was part acting but mostly real. “So here’s what I think Wendy needs to do to make amends,” Cindy as she looked me up and down. “I think she needs to lose those clothes. (cheers) And I don’t mean just down to her bra and panties. I don’t even mean down to her panties. I mean she needs to lose every stitch right down to her birthday suit!” (massive cheers)

It was all I could do at this point to hold myself together but I kept the embarrassed smile on my face as if I was willingly going along with this. You’re just playing a role, Wendy, I kept telling myself over and over.

“But you know what?” Cindy continued. “Even if Wendy loses those clothes we still have a problem. She was supposed to wear a dress tonight and she doesn’t have one to change into. So I’m beside myself. I just don’t know what to do. I mean, I can’t just allow her to put those clothes right back on because that would defeat the whole purpose of the punishment, right?” (Yes!) This is a real conundrum and I’m not sure there’s a solution,” Cindy said, scratching her head.

“Make her stay naked!” someone shouted from the crowd to raucous cheers.

“Make her stay naked?” Cindy asked as if the idea had never occurred to her. “But the party’s barely getting started so that would mean she’d have to stay naked for hours! (cheers) Are you guys telling me you think that Wendy should party naked for whole the rest of the night? (Yes!) Wow! I guess that would be a solution to the problem. What do you think, Wendy? Would you be willing to do that for the opportunity to become a member of Sigma Pi sorority?” she asked me, putting the microphone in my face.

“I’d do just about anything to join Sigma Pi,” I said and the crowd erupted into the loudest cheer of the night.

“Well, alrighty then,” Cindy said. “It looks like we have a solution to our problem. So I guess there’s just one more thing I need to know. How badly do you guys want Wendy to join our sorority? (massive cheers) Well then, I’m going to give you the opportunity to prove it. You see that Sigma Pi donation jar over there on the bar? Yeah, it’s that big empty jar that has like four dollars and change in it, and I know that two dollars of that I put in myself to get it started. Well, I’m going to give you guys the opportunity to express just how badly you want Wendy to join our sorority by filling that jar up with dead presidents. And I’m not just talking about George Washington either you cheapskates. Yeah, I’m looking your direction, Kappa Alpha. (laughter) So guys, you’re going to have to give up some dead old white men to get a beautiful live naked girl in return. I think that’s a fair trade!” (cheers)

As the crowd lined up to put money into the Sigma Pi jar I turned and glanced at Taylor standing next to me. To my surprise I saw no signs of hostility or smugness in her face, just a sense of excitement. She gave me a quick smile and a nod that almost seemed like encouragement.

Cindy replaced the microphone back onto the mike stand and walked over to me with a broad smile on her face. She leaned over and kissed me on my cheek and began whispering in my ear.

“It’s showtime, Wendy.”

anonymous readerReport

2012-10-03 16:34:50
Yup, that shloud defo do the trick!

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