by A. J. Wynter
Johnny glanced at the two of them and then looked over to Sienna. Both of them knew that something wasn’t right. This wasn’t a cozy, let’s talk about a happy event, like an engagement.
“Sit down kids.” Janice said quietly.
Johnny slunk into the recliner and Sienna sat cross-legged on the floor behind the coffee table.
“I’m sick.”
There were more words that followed that two-word sentence, but Sienna couldn’t hear them. There was a whooshing sound in her head and she felt herself get dizzy.
Her Mom passed away about two months after that conversation on the couch. Johnny hadn’t come home from school, not even for Janice’s funeral. So, Sienna had some peace and quiet to spend with her mother during her last days.
Peter wanted her to stay at the house, but she knew that without her Mom there, things might get really bad. So, she packed up her things and went to live with her Dad. That cracker flick was the last time she saw Jonathan: until today, thirteen years later.
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Sorority Secrets – Book 1 (Excerpt)
Chapter One
Sarah was glad that she'd joined a Sorority. Even though, when she'd first come to college she was dead set against it. At the time, there were a lot of horror stories about hazing floating around, and she wasn't really sure if she wanted to be exposed to that kind of humiliation. She didn't want someone screaming at her and beating her with paddles. Or, forcing her to clean up the house on her hands and knees in her underwear after a kegger, like they did over at Alpha Kappa Alpha. A sorority seemed like a misogynistic and archaic institution that an academic like herself should stay far, far away from; and then she met the girls from Pi Omega Tal.
Pi Omega Tal weren't like the other Sororities. First of all, there was absolutely no hazing; it was written into their charter. And secondly, they valued academics over partying - requiring all of their members to maintain a minimum of a 2.7 gpa. Which doesn't necessarily make them rocket scientists, but it does mean that they actually tried in school.
This is what had given Sarah her ‘in’. She was at the University to get her Engineering Degree and her grades were top notch without her having to really try.
The more traditional sororities would’ve turned her away as she was a plain girl, with brown eyes, fair skin, and a smattering of freckles across her nose. She was comfortable with her body and had an average build; though she carried the bulk of her excess weight around her thighs. She could look a little nerdy sometimes, with her long brown hair that she always bundled on the top of her head in a loose bun and her grandma’s horn-rimmed glasses (with modern day lenses). She definitely wasn’t the stereotypical blonde bimbo. However, she had won the genetic lottery in one category, her pert, glorious, natural D cup breasts.
The selection committee had voted her in on her academic merit and the fact that she was pretty ‘enough’.
They lived in a big old house, one that was listed as a historical landmark. Sure, they had parties and allegiances with other sororities, but theirs was a supportive environment. They weren't all about the drama and that meant a lot to Sarah.
Now, three years later, Sarah was a Junior, and looking back she couldn't be any more pleased with her experience with Pi Omega Tal. To an outside observer, the girls at Pi had it all: beauty, brains, camaraderie, and guys from Sigma Ki, the hottest on campus, after them.
If a guy from Sigma could bag a Pi Omega Tal girl, he got serious cred in the frat, making the girls a very hot commodity. Now, commodity is the key word, because that's how the guys over at Sigma treated the sisters. In fact, Sarah and the rest of her sisters were sick of the same old disrespectful guys that always showed up to all the same parties.
Were these guys chiseled and good looking? Yes. And, the girls from POT were not angels, so most of Pi Omega Tal had already slept with all of them. However, ninety percent of these frat boys were not good enough in the bedroom for a second round. Pi Omega Tal were bored and ready for a change.
The president, Elizabeth, had tasked Sarah with figuring out how they were going to fix the situation. It had reached the point where the lack of guys with any knowledge of how to bang in any style other than ‘jackhammer’ was now deemed a 'situation'. Where was Sarah going to find a new crop of men that met the following criteria: not evil, smart enough, handsome (this was not negotiable), well endowed, and had knowledge of how to use aforementioned endowment (also non-negotiable)?
Chapter Two
There had been a serious incident a few weeks earlier involving one of the sisters. A scorned jock named Jake got wasted at a party and couldn't get his dick up. Now, he would've gotten major pledge points to have bedded a Pi girl, so he started spreading rumors about their night together all over social media. She called him out over facebook, so in return he'd blasted her nude photos everywhere he could. Pi Omega Tal had been quick to contact the police and school, and loser who was slut shaming had been suspended.
The sorority now had two problems on their hands. The first was that the girl in question broke one of the bylaws of the sorority by allowing herself to be photographed naked. The bylaw specifically stated that any nude photos are to be taken solely on the phone belonging to the sister and password protected. Subsection 2 stated: any naked photos (breasts included) of any member of Pi Omega Tal will not include that member's face and/or distinguishable marks or characteristics.
Secondly, they needed to stop messing around with these run-of-the mill college boys. However, they needed a replacement for them fast; the girls did not want to go cold turkey while suitable replacements were sourced. Enough of them had decided it was a problem, so it was voted in as priority number one.
Sarah racked her brain to find a fresh way to come at the problem that didn't involve settling. Some girls had proposed hitting up the nerds. Their hypothesis was that the nerds would be good in bed because they knew that they had to make up for their shortfall in the looks department. Sarah didn't have a problem with nerds at all, and found their particular brand of humor refreshing, but at the same time she knew that the nerds on campus weren't going to be the solution. Most of those guys were virgins and probably wouldn't last a minute inside any woman, let alone a sister from Pi Omega Tal. Furthermore, most of them would rather play video games than have anything to do with a member of the opposite sex. Sarah knew that the majority of the girls would end up eventually appreciating all their nerdy good traits and marrying them, once they had their high paying jobs.
No, the girls didn't need to settle just yet. They needed to take advantage of their youth and hard bodies and be courted by hot men of the same caliber who could make them wet with just a glance.
Another suggestion was to get on Tinder or Bumble and try to pull guys from Des Moines, the state capitol, which was a scant thirty-minute drive away. This seemed like a decent solution, but Sarah knew that pulling dudes from another town was risky. They didn't have a vested interest in not acting like complete assholes while they visited and it would likely be a case of 'same shit, different pile'. Sarah wanted to find a sect of men that Pi Omega Tal had yet to discover who were available, who were respectful, and who liked to party.
Sarah got up, padded across the hardwood in her slippers and stared out the bay window at the front of the house. Just then a Harley Davidson pulled up to the four way stop in front of the house. From what she could see, its rider was built like a linebacker. He had long ginger hair in a ponytail and tattoos all up both his arms. He turned and saw Sarah staring at him from her window. He smiled crookedly and raised his hand into a half wave. There was something about that nonchalant action that sent her shivers up her spine. She swallowed deeply as he revved the engine and the bike growled off down the street. As he pulled away she noticed the patch on the back of his cut off denim vest—Brass Bonds across the top, Des Moines across the bottom.
Sarah found her mind wandering with thought
s of the biker. What was his name? What color eyes did he have? What was his story? As she watched the unknown biker cruise away from her, she knew she'd found the answer to the sorority's problem. Here was a completely untapped group of men who had nothing at all to do with the college. If something went bad with one of the Brass Bonds he wasn't likely to blast photos all over the place like some kind of immature little brat.
Sarah turned her gaze to look up at the summer sky. High above her thin strips of clouds that looked like tissue paper hung suspended, just starting to catch the setting sun's red tinge. Sarah tried to take time to really soak in moments like these, when the day was at its most beautiful. She smiled to herself, feeling the sun on her face, it wasn't often that things came together in such a smooth, almost magical manner. Like the girls said, ‘put it out to the Universe, it will give you what you're asking for’.
Chapter Three
The POT house had originally been built in the 1920s to house the University staff, and it still felt that way. The first floor had a great common room, one might actually call it a parlor, that attached to the kitchen, front entry way, and laundry room. The rest of the bedrooms were all on the second and third floors, but because the house was so old, the only bathroom was on the main floor.
The parlor was an area that everyone shared equally, and everyone knew that anything could happen there. Sarah recalled many occasions when she'd walked downstairs into the commons to find one of her Sorority sisters getting busy with someone on one of the couches. There were French doors with sheer curtains at the entryway that could shut the parlor off from the rest of the house, but the sheer curtains still didn't leave much to the imagination.
“Hey, Sarah!” shouted Elizabeth.
Sarah immediately stopped in her tracks and turned to walk over to the nook where Elizabeth was reading. Sarah knew that Elizabeth was going to want an update on ‘the problem’.
“How goes it?” Elizabeth asked. “I mean, the girls need men more than they like to admit, although maybe not as much for emotional support as something else.”
Sarah let out a polite laugh in agreement.
“Any leads?” Elizabeth asked.
Before the nude photos had been sent out Elizabeth had been a more relaxed leader. But when the photos turned into a scandal she had cracked down and started involving herself in the lives of Pi Omega Tal much more than she had in the past. Elizabeth had explained that as the leader of Pi Omega Tal it was her job to make sure that they were all well taken care of, and not only that, that they were taking care of themselves. She had called a general meeting for the following evening—the kind that are mandatory for Pi Omega Tal.
She knew that Elizabeth would have her nose in everyone's business like never before. But these meetings and crackdowns on behavior had proved to be helpful in the past, ensuring chores were actually getting done, like the trash being emptied and the recycling being taken out. And now with the upcoming meeting, it meant that Sarah needed to prepare a report.
“Actually, I do have an idea,” Sarah said. “I think it's a good one, and I think you'll agree.”
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed on Sarah, while usually a very agreeable person, Elizabeth didn't like to be told what she would like or not like.
“Have you ever heard of the Brass Bonds?" Sarah said excitedly as she dropped to sit on the floor beside Elizabeth".
"I was afraid of this" Elizabeth replied.
Sarah took a big gulp. Ever since the photo incident Elizabeth had a habit of lashing out at any Pi Omega Tal who didn't please her. Sarah hoped that this wasn't about to be one of those times.
“You know, this isn't the first time one of the Bonds has caught a sister's eye,” Elizabeth mused. “I was a Sophomore at the time. Stephanie Mancuso, I don't think you would know her, used to go over there all the time to party, hangout, and get fucked. Those guys are surprisingly respectful, but can ask for some pretty crazy things.”
Elizabeth paused for a moment and then looked at Sarah slyly. “It's such a good idea I wonder why I didn't think of it myself?!" She got up and started to pace the room like a caged lioness as she talked. “All of the things that really matter, all the criteria are met if we decide to spend a little time with the Brass Bonds MC. First and foremost, they aren't going to pull some dumb fuckboy bullshit and send our photos all over the place when they don't get their way. Secondly, they aren't even involved with Ames, so what we do with them would most likely stay a secret, if we wanted it to. And from what I've heard, they shouldn't have any issues satisfying our more intimate requirements.”
Elizabeth stopped talking, and then she stopped pacing. She was a beautiful young girl of twenty-one, with blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She was skinny and busty, just like Sarah. In fact, the running joke around campus was that to be a member of P.O.T. you had to have big tits. It wasn't a requirement at all, just a very positive coincidence that all of the sorority were well endowed in that department.
Suddenly, Elizabeth looked over at Sarah.
“You know what we should do?” Elizabeth said.
Sarah didn't know what they should do, but she knew that Elizabeth was about to tell her.
“We should go down to that bar where they hang out. We could talk to them and see what they think about the idea of Pi Omega Tal spending a little bit of time around their clubhouse,” Elizabeth said.
Sarah smiled. She loved it when Elizabeth liked her ideas. She knew it wasn't healthy to get self-affirmation like this, but it felt so good to be chosen and accepted by one of the most powerful girls on campus.
“I think that's a good idea,” Sarah said. “But I think we should talk about it on the way over.”
“What do you mean?” Elizabeth asked.
“Well, I mean, I just think that we should go do our makeup, and on the way over we should decide if we are going to bring them back here or not. One for each of us, I mean.”
"Tonight?"
"Of course tonight! This is a serious problem that we have to solve."
With that both of the women bounded up the stairs giddy with anticipation. They both needed to get their makeup on, fire up the flat irons, and get changed.
"What the hell do you wear to a biker bar?" Sarah yelled from the bathroom while doing her hair.
"Think rocker chick meets porn star."
Sarah tried on five different outfits before settling on leather leggings, a low cut black tank top, a faux fur vest, and black ballet flats.
She skipped across the hallway into Elizabeth's room and stopped in her tracks when she saw her outfit. Short, high waisted jean shorts, a black bustier that practically offered her breasts up on a platter, and black combat boots. It was perfect.
"You look stunning" Sarah gasped.
“And you look so hot, but what's with the teacher shoes?” Elizabeth said pointing to her ballet flats. She went to the closet and pulled out a pair of plain black Manolo stilettos.
"Try these," she said as she chucked them in Sarah's direction.
Sarah did as she was told and they instantly transformed her outfit from cute boho girl to sex kitten.
***
“Hot damn!” the cabbie said as they slid into the car. “Two girls, two girls, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?” The cabby sang loudly while smiling in the rearview mirror. “What are your plans tonight?”
“Studying.” Elizabeth replied sharply, shutting him up as they zoomed off into the night.
“You two seem to know what you're getting into,” the cabbie said as he pulled up in front of the Tip Top bar. “But just be careful, you never know when something stupid is going to happen.”
"Thanks, we got it," Sarah said as she handed the driver the fare plus a decent tip. “I hope the rest of your night goes well.”
“That guy was kind of a weirdo,” Sarah said as the cab took off.
“Yeah, come on. He didn’t have to harsh our vibe like that. It’s not like we’re stealing cars, we�
��re just going to talk to some men.”
Sarah, nodded, but felt her heart start to beat a little faster.
“I always ask for that driver.” Elizabeth said.
“You asked for that guy?”
“I sure did,” Elizabeth said. “I kind of like how weird he is. It's like he thinks he's some kind of poet.”
Sarah nodded, but only in outward agreement to Elizabeth. What was poetic about that cabbie? She had no idea. She didn't really know that much about poetry, she was more analytical and into numbers.
Sarah wasn't sure what to make of the bar. Tip Top looked like an old run down Pizza Hut. There was a group of men standing outside the door smoking a joint and all of their eyes followed the girls as they trotted confidently into the bar.
When they got inside they had to take a moment to let their eyes adjust to the low lighting. Not just club low, but seriously hard to make out faces low. They didn't know this at the time, but The Tip Top Lounge was known for keeping the lights down low. Some people said it was to make the place more mysterious, others said it was to give everyone a few seconds to duck out the back door, unidentified, if the cops walked in.
When their eyes somewhat adjusted, they saw an unoccupied booth at the back and headed in that direction. They sat there for a good twenty minutes in silence, not wanting to compete with the volume of the Classic Rock blaring throughout the crowded room. Clearly, there wasn’t any table service here. At least for them...
“Do you see any wait staff?” Elizabeth shouted.
“I don't think there is anyone here that works here besides the two bartenders,” Sarah yelled back.
Elizabeth got up and wove through the groups of people congregated around the pool tables to order them some drinks. Sarah didn't even need to tell her what she wanted because she always started out her night with a gin and tonic. It was just one of her things. She wasn't sure what Elizabeth was going to get though. Elizabeth was the kind of drinker that didn't stick to any brand, or any kind of booze in particular. She was just as likely to bring a stout back from the bar as she was a cosmopolitan, but tonight she arrived with a stout.