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Date: Sat,  8 Dec 2001 09:10:03 -0500
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Chapter 1-The Interview


Cathy was very nervous as she approached the Tri Delta Sorority
house. She wanted desperately to be accepted into the sorority.
One reason she wanted it was it was by far the most popular
sorority, accepting only the prettiest and most intelligent of
girls. She knew she qualified in the latter case and she had been
told by others that she equaled the girls of Tri Delta in the
looks department. But she couldn't see it herself.

At 5'3" and 36D-23-33 she felt she was a bit to buxom for her
height. Not that there was anything wrong with her figure. On the
rare occasion that she had been brazen enough to look at herself
nude in a mirror she could see that her breasts, though large,
showed not a hint of sag. She also knew they were firm to the
touch. She hated having to "fondle" them because it gave her a
strange tingling sensation between her legs when she did,
especially when she reached her nipples. But her Dr. told her
that it was necessary, so she did it.

The other reason she was wanting to join Tri Delta was financial.
It was well known that all the girls in Tri Delta always had
plenty of money, even the ones that came from poor families.
Coming, as she did, from a poor ministers family, any help she
could get would be of great help. She had been as much as told
that if she was able to get into this sorority all of her college
financial needs would be taken care of. It wasn't a hard decision
to make. Cathy would do whatever it took, short of anything
illegal, to get into Tri Delta Sorority.

With fresh determination, mixed with a generous supply of
trepidation, Cathy walked up to the sorority door. The building
was an old Victorian mansion that had been added to in the back
and kept in immaculate shape. A few moments after her knock the
door was opened by a girl that Cathy had meet once at a rush
party. She thought that her name was Betty or Veronica or
something like that. She also vaguely remembered that she was a
sophomore.

"This way, if you would please." she said turning and leading
Cathy back to a room that originally must have been a den, and
was now a small library. Just opposite the door, as she entered,
Cathy saw that a small table had been set up. Around it sat 5
people, 3 girls and 2 boys. Cathy couldn't help but momentarily
stare at the 2 boys. She hadn't thought of boys being at this,
even thought it was just an interview. In the center was a
stately blond that Cathy recognized as the president. She was
flanked by a gorgeous redhead on her right and a brunette on her
left.

"Welcome, Cathy. Thank you for coming. Please have a seat. I
believe you have meet my Vice President," she said, indicating
the brunette girl on her left, " and our rush chairman. The
gentlemen on the ends are the President and Vice President of Tri
Sigma Fraternity. I hope you don't mind their presence, but we
have no secrets from our brother fraternity."

"N..no, no of course not. Why should I." Cathy stammered, caught
off guard momentarily by the question. Did she hear just the
slightest hint of emphasis on the no there?

"That's good. Because if it did we would have ended this
interview right here. Now then down to business. Tell us a bit
about yourself."

"Well, I was born in a small town in Illinois. My father is a
minister and currently serves a church about a days drive from
here. I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters. I graduated top in my
class in high school and was also involved in chorus, debate team
and was on the cheerleading squad. The last 2 years I was the
captain."

"That's quite a resume"

"Thank you. I was raised to do my best at whatever I tried."

"Your brothers and sisters, what do they do?"

"The oldest is my sister. She joined the Navy out of high school
and is going to the Naval Academy. She is planning on being a
Navy pilot. My older brother is next. He is a sophomore in Texas
and is studying Computer Science. I think he belongs to a
fraternity that is linked to Tri Sigma."

"Thank you, we'll check that out," interjects the boy on the
left.

"The younger 2 are still in high school. Though my brother is a
senior and is thinking of going here."

"So you are the middle child. Are your younger siblings as
talented as you?"

"Yes, I'm the middle child. And we all excel at what we do."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, he starts here this year as well. I know he has been
considering pledging with Tri Sigma."

"Have you had sex with him?"

"NO. Definitely not!" Cathy exclaimed, horrified at the thought.
"That wouldn't be proper."

"How about any other boyfriends?"

"He's the only one I've had. I dated a bit, but he's the only
boyfriend I've had."

"So, we can assume that you are a virgin."

"Of course."

"How far have you and your boyfriend gone?"

"Just some mild petting."

"Please tell us exactly how far. Just what, exactly, did youdo?"

"Well the farthest we have ever gone was for his birthday a
couple months ago," Cathy admits blushing a bit at the memory.
"As a birthday present I let him put his hand inside my blouse
and feel my breast. I wouldn't have done it except I wanted to
make this birthday extra special, so I even wore my best bra."

"Has anyone else ever put their hands under your clothes,
especially into your bra or panties?"

"Certainly not!" Cathy exclaimed, indignant at the thought of
even being asked. "None of the boys I dated would have been
allowed even close. Had they tried I would have slapped them and
gone home immediately. No the only person who has ever touched me
there has been Dr. Cheryl."

"Have you ever seen a man naked?"

"Not since I was 16."

"Has any man ever seen you naked?"

"Not since I was 16."

"Tell us about it."

" It was a very humiliating experience. My father caught me
spying on my older brother. He was very angry, to say the least.
He gathered the entire family into the living room and made me
stand in the middle. Then he made me take off all my clothes. He
wouldn't even let me keep my shoes on. Then he made me put my
hands behind my head and spread my legs and stand there like that
while my brother got to come over and look at me as close as he
wanted. He said 'Turn about, fair play. You got to see him. He
should get to see you. Maybe this will teach you to keep your
nose where It belongs.'

"First my brother just walked around me a couple times, just
looking me over then he stopped behind me and inspected my ass.
While he was there my dad made me bend over and spread my ass
cheeks to give him a better view. Then he came around and looked
closely at my breasts. He got only and inch or so from my
nipples. I'm afraid that feeling his breath on my breasts made my
nipples get erect. Then he got down and almost put his nose in my
pussy. Finally he laid down on his back and put his head between
my legs and looked directly up at my pussy. When he got done dad
made him sit on a chair in the middle of the room. Then he made
me lay across his lap and he let my brother spank me. I couldn't
get dressed all that night, nor could I go to my room. Not even
when some friends of my brother came over, and I couldn't cover
myself either. Dad took the door off my bathroom and removed the
lock from my door and told my brother that he could go in to
either anytime he wanted for a week. My brother definitely took
advantage of that. For an entire week, whenever I went to the
bathroom, took a shower or changed my clothes he was there
watching. It was the worst week of my life."

"One last question. How badly do you want to join us?"

"Very badly. I would do anything to get in."

"Anything?"

"Yes anything, as long as it's not illegal?"

"Then there is only 1 more thing. We need to get some pictures."

"Certainly. I would be glad to."

"We do need to see your figure. You understand. We have a
reputation as having the prettiest girls."

"I understand."

"Good. I'm glad you do because we do need to make sure you fit
with our group. We like what we can see. But since you are
wearing that suit we can't tell to much. So you will have to take
your clothes off."

"Take my clothes off? Here?" Cathy asks increulantly, unable to
believe her ears. "B..b..but..." she stammers, unable to
continue.

"Certainly. You can leave your bra and panties on if you like. We
can see enough that way."

"B..b..but..." she stammers again.

"Is the presents of the boys bothering you? Like I told you
before, we have no secrets from them. But this is getting
tiresome. You already said you would do anything to get in..
Either get those clothes off so we can take the pictures or leave
and stop wasting our time."

Slowly Cathy stands up and begins unbuttoning the buttons on her
jacket. Her heart starts to beat a bit faster at the thought of
what she is about to do. Much more casually than she feels, she
removes the jacket and carefully folds it and places it on the
chair behind her. Her hands tremble a bit as she reaches up to
her throat and begins unfastening the elegant white on white
embroidered blouse that she wore under the jacket. With each
button more and more of her slip shows through. The trembling in
her hands is more noticeable as the blouse quietly slips from her
shoulders then it, too, is carefully folded and put on the chair.
As she reaches behind her for the zipper on her skirt she
silently wishes she had worn different underwear. With agonizing
slowness she inches the zipper down until she can delay it no
longer and grasps the waist of her skirt and eases it down over
her hips and steps out of it, then it, too, follows the jacket
and blouse. "Now comes the moment of truth," she thinks as she
eases first one slip strap then the other off her shoulders. Her
hands are trembling as she lowers them and allows the silky
fabric of her slip cascade down around her, to reveal a lace bra
that just contains her exquisite tits. It is thin enough that
just a hint of the nipple peaks through and low cut enough so
that just the edge of the areola appears above the top.

"I'm afraid the pantyhose will have to go as well," says the
blond as Cathy bends over to pick up and carefully fold the slip.
As if in that simple mundane task she can momentarily escape this
nightmare she has voluntarily put herself into.

With trembling hands Cathy reaches up to the waistband of the
hose. The color in her cheeks rises as she carefully rolls the
hose over her hips and down her legs. By the time she has them
down her legs and off the blush has reached the top of her
breasts. As she pulled the hose down her lace panties came down
with them until they came to rest with just a hint of pubic hair
peeking out the top. Almost absently Cathy reaches down and
adjusts them. For the first time in her life Cathy stands there
in front of strangers in an outfit that leaves very little to the
imagination. Her bra just a bit small and lace panties with
French cut legs that lets a hint of pubic hair show through, and
clings tightly to her hips. As Cathy stands there waiting for
further instructions one of the boys on the end rises and picks
up a video camera that Cathy notices had been pointed right at
her.

"That's fine. Now if you will just step over here." He says,
coming around the table and leading Cathy over to a corner that
was set up with lights and a backdrop. He puts his video camera
down on a small table then positions Cathy where he wants with
her hands at her side. Then he picks up a still camera and takes
a couple pictures from the front, sides and back before going
back and retrieving his video camera. He, then walks around her
again filming her from all sides.

"Ok, now put your hands behind your head," he orders as he comes
back to the front, "and spread your legs."

Obediently Cathy assumes the requested position as he brings the
camera in for close-ups, coming within inches of her barely
covered pussy. As he goes around the back he moves away a bit in
order to keep her entire ass in the shot. When he comes back
around the front he climbs between her legs and shoots a close up
strait up at her cunt.

He climbs up off the floor and goes over to the small table and
puts down the video camera and picks up the still camera and
starts over. First he takes a long shot of Cathy from all sides.
Then he moves in and takes a close up shot of each of her
breasts. Then he gets even closer and takes one of each of her
nipples. Next he kneels down and takes a close up of her lace
covered pussy. He walks around behind her and takes a close up of
her ass. Finally he climbs between her spread legs and takes a
picture directly up at her lace covered pussy.

"Ok, 2 last shots," he says, coming back around. "I need you on
your hands and knees with your ass facing toward me. That's
right," he says,as Cathy assumes the requested position. "Ok, now
look back at me and smile. Ok. We're done here," he says putting
down the camera.

"Ok, we're done here," says the blond. "You can get dressed."

Trying to act as if having very intimate pictures taken of her is
an every day occurrence, Cathy casually gets up from her position
on the floor. Almost casually she re-adjusts her panties, her
trembling hands the only hint that she is still very shaken.
Opting for a quick cover up she decides to just put her hose in
her purse and instead reaches down and picks up her slip and
slides it on over her head.

"We will be in touch one way or another." the blond instructs, as
Cathy continues dressing. "And, by the way, I'm sure I don't have
to tell you not to talk about any of this to anyone. I'm sure you
realize that we have ways of making sure you regret revealing any
of our secrets, not the least of them being those pictures."

"Don't worry, I understand the value of discretion," Cathy
answers, standing straight and tall. "I look forward to hearing
from you."






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