Chapter 4 Sorority Assignment

Alessandra Russo POV 

My eyes scanned the club as the four of us entered. This was my big night. My hazing task. I’d already been to the parties and made some friends, and they’d decided I was a good fit. This was the last step to being a part of them. If I passed this, I would officially be their sorority sister. Editha had yet to perform her task. Unlucky me, I was the first of the two of us.

The club was the next city over, an hour and a half drive from campus. Apparently, hazing was frowned upon so during events like this, we needed to keep a low profile and that meant keeping away from prying eyes. They didn’t clue me in on what my task would be, I was nervous as fuck about it. For all I knew, they planned on having me strip naked and dance on the speakers. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

My roommate gave me a nudge and an encouraging smile. The other two girls, the head of the sorority, Carla Chan, and the vice president Rebecca Payton, walked ahead scouting out a table as we trailed behind. “My sister went through the hazing when she came here. It was nothing to be worried about.” “What did they make her do?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. It was such a menial thing I can’t even remember.” That made me feel slightly better. Looking ahead of us, I noticed our two potential sorority sisters had found a small booth at the back and were waving us over. We picked up the pace and squeezed in beside them, one of us on either side of the two senior girls.

“What do you guys think?” Rebecca asked, a wide grin on her face and a suspicious gleam in her eyes as she looked to me and then to Editha.

 “Looks fun.”

I scanned the room again. The music was loud, but not so loud as to hinder conversation. The dance floor was already quite crowded with a number of bodies swaying and gyrating to the music. The men were hot and the women were striking. I definitely had my work cut out for me here. Maybe if I just had a few drinks and lost myself in the fun of the night I could stop worrying about what they had planned for me. A shooter girl, wearing a pair of black shorts that were so high they showed off her ass cheeks arrived with a tray of blue, red, and clear shots on it. “We’ll take one of each for all of us please, Patty,” Carla said, “Put it on the club’s bill.” The girl nodded and set one of each color in front of us before disappearing into the crowd. “She’s a former sister. Graduated last year.” Carla grabbed the red shot. “So, everyone grab the red one, and let’s make a toast.

As we raised our shot glasses she continued. “To our girls Alessandra and Editha, with luck on their sides this time next week they’ll officially be our sisters.” Clinking our glasses together, we all downed the shot in unison. I tried not to grimace but couldn’t help it. The liquid burned like a bitch and tasted even worse. I was used to wine back home, it was as common as drinking water in our family, but whatever that red shit was, it was nasty stuff.

“You good?” Carla asked giving me a pat on the back.

“Yeah, of course,” I managed to choke out.

 “Good because now we’re about to give you your assignment.”

My heart stopped for a moment. I wasn’t sure if I dared to ask, though I didn’t need to. “For you, we’re going to pick out a man that you’re to sleep with tonight. And once you’ve done the deed, we want you to take a picture of you in bed with him. He needs to be asleep because this is a covert task and you both must be completely naked though, so we know you’re not just pulling a fast one.”

“You want me to take nudes of us? Is that even legal?” There was no fucking way I was doing that; Carla and the sorority could kiss my Italian ass. The girls laughed. “No silly, not of your naked bodies, but just from the chest up in bed together. Sending us a picture of his dick would be rude.” Yeah, we don’t want to be rude. Just a little – no, a lot – creepy as fuck. “And I have to sleep with him tonight? What if the guy you choose doesn’t want me?”

She looked me up and down. “Have you seen you? We dressed you in that tiny little red dress for a reason. With your long, dark hair and exotic look, men are going to fall over themselves, frothing at the mouth just for a whiff of your pussy. Trust us on this one.”

“I don’t know.” I caught my lower lip between my teeth as I forced myself not to look away and was thankful that my darker skin tone covered much of my blush. What my skin tone didn’t cover, the dark lighting concealed for me.

“Oh Carla!” Rebecca gave her a nudge and leaned into her whispering something into her ear. They both looked out onto the dance floor and to the bar adjacent to us. Suddenly, a wide smile spread across Carla’s lips. “That’s brilliant.” They shared one more conspiring look before she turned back to me with a twinkle in her eyes that I didn’t like in the least. She was up to something. “We’ve already found your mystery man.” She had me concerned. Very concerned. She had a cat that ate the canary look on her face that made me cringe inside. Outside though I forced a smile to my lips. Never let them see your fear.

“Sure, who are you thinking?”

She leaned into me and pointed towards the bar. “See the man at the bar. Mister tall, dark and handsome. He’s wearing a black shirt and with dark hair, cut short with a goatee and glasses? Very dreamy.”

My eyes scanned the area she was pointing to until I spotted him. He looked older than us, but it may just be the dim lighting. Between that and the distance between us, it was really hard to tell exactly.

“Okay, you mean the guy the bartender is passing a few beers to?”

“Yeah, that one. He’s your man.”

Shit. I watched as he took his drinks and walked back to a group of guys playing billiards in the corner. He wasn’t playing, he just took a seat on a stool near the table, setting his beer on the ledge behind him. From a distance, he looked handsome enough. It seemed juvenile to sleep with someone as part of a hazing ritual. But there could be worse things. I looked from one girl to the other. This was the first time I had friends or potential friends.

Being virtually locked into a glamorized fortress wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and was not great for social life. Besides, I’d seen shit like this before. And it’s not like I was a virgin. My driver, Anton took care of that several years ago. Father found out and executed him – no questions asked. He then traded my hot driver for a middle-aged, balding man who had a distinct smell of salami. That was the beginning and the end of my sex life. But… Father wasn’t here and the world was my oyster as the saying goes. And I could do anything that I put my mind to here in the Philippines. The sky was the limit – including screwing some random guy in a bar. A rite of passage you could call it. They sure as hell could have picked a worse tribute. I finished off my shots and stood, tugging down on the short skirt of my mini-dress before I ended up flashing the whole place.

“Fine. Consider it done.”

The girls grinned. “Do this and you’re in.”

 “No problem. Don’t wait up.”

Grabbing my handbag that they thought was a fake Louis Vuitton, I slung it over my shoulder and made my way across the nightclub. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked, so I did my best to exude the confidence that I wasn’t quite feeling as I approached him and the other men he was with. I really had no plan on how to proceed. I’d never attempted to pick up a man before. Hopefully, I could successfully wing it. I could always turn back. Did I really need to be part of their sorority? But I knew I did. I’d longed for the closeness of female friendships that I never had before. I longed to be like normal girls my age and one-night stands were part of that. Who was it really going to hurt anyhow? As I approached the three men caught sight of me. The one I’d been assigned was the last to look in my direction, due to an elbow to his ribs from one of his buddies who had taken a pause in their billiards game.

Taking a deep breath in, I slowly exhaled and smiled as I came to a stop before him. My gaze immediately looked for a wedding right and to my relief there was none and there didn’t seem to be a tan line where the ring may have been before he showed up at the nightclub. It wouldn’t have surprised me if they’d require my conquest regardless of marital status. I know my family played fast and loose with morality in virtually all areas of our lives, but family and loyalty were sacred and if sleeping with a married man was the only way I could be a part of their group then I guess it wasn’t meant to be. Up close he was much more handsome than expected. His glasses gave him an intelligent, thoughtful look and I adored the brilliant blue eyes behind the lenses. This certainly wouldn’t be a problem at all. Although the hard part was about to begin. But what if he didn’t want me? Then what? I had no clue.

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