Chapter 5

Monday November 3

I got up early this morning to have breakfast with Hailey at the cafeteria. She welcomed the company. Partly, I did it because Hailey’s cool and I like her, but partly I wanted to pump her for info about Chi Omicron.

“So what’s it like being in a sorority?” I asked between slurps of corn flakes.

“It’s good - I’m really liking it so far,” she answered. I gave her a look asking her to say more. “For one thing, it’s kinda nice to have this sort of pre-built friends network. College is hard - you’re in a new city where you don’t know anybody, on your own for the first time. I mean, you probably don’t have trouble making friends - everybody loves you. But for some of us?”

I laughed. “Really? Everybody loves me? Honestly, tell me what they say about me at the dorm behind my back.”

Hailey bit her lip shyly. “They say you’re a genius mean girl who gets off on ruining people’s lives,” she blurted. “But you know what I mean! Some of us need friends more than others.”

She looked at me, nervous that she had offended me. “That’s cool,” I said, and smiled.

“Anyway, there’s more to it than that. We’ve got a great mentor system for helping each other study.” With a certain pride, Hailey added, “You know, Chi Omicron has the highest average GPA of any fraternity or sorority on campus.” I wondered to myself just how much of that GPA came from studying.

“We also do some charity drives and stuff,” she went on. “We’ve got one coming up to help build wells in third-world countries. And of course there are parties with other Greek houses. Oh, and networking, once you graduate!”

“So are they like, ‘friend’ friends, or just like people-you’re-in-a-club-with-friends?” I asked.

Hailey exaggerated rolling her eyes at me, smiling as she explained. “It’s more than just a ‘club’! It’s all about sisterhood!” I half-expected her to get up from the table and do a cheer.

“That ... sounds pretty cool,” I said. “Do you think you could introduce me to some of the girls? Like, if there’s a party or something? If it’s not an imposition?”

“You’ve got it!” she replied.

All through English today, I couldn’t stop staring at Dr. Welsh’s groin. Is his dick really as big as the emails suggest? I certainly couldn’t tell where I was sitting.

Tuesday November 4

Back when I first started snooping on Dr. Welsh’s computer, I had found that he frequently visits a porn site about domination and rape fantasies. As it turns out, Dr. Welsh isn’t just reader - he writes the stuff! The story he just posted was about two Victorian era doctors who have a contest over who can “break” their targeted women more completely. It was really well-written, and seriously steamy. It was also kinda rapey.

I guess I need to do some soul-searching on this stuff. I mean, I know I don’t want to be raped or hurt for real. But as a fantasy? I have contempt for the women in stories like this, who let these men push them around. But I did make a big deal about wanting Malik to slap me. I can’t deny the effect that reading the story had on me. I was diving into my pussy with both hands, not wanting to pause long enough to scroll the text. I got pussy juice all over my keyboard, for fuck’s sake. If Hailey had come into the room just now, I don’t think I would have stopped - I would have kept finger-fucking myself and told her, “You have to read this!” Just imagine her reaction to that.

I guess I know from my high school experiences with Ethan that I like bossing guys around in the bedroom. So maybe I’m identifying with the men in the story, instead of the women? Or maybe I want to be both - dominant sometimes, submissive others. Is that how it works? Do some people do both roles, or are you just naturally either one or the other? I’m sure I could find discussions about it online, but really it only matters what’s right for me. And I just don’t know the answer.

I’ve only read half of the story so far. I need to give my body a break before I finish it.

Maybe I should pledge Chi Omicron and get matched up with Dr. Welsh. Maybe I would let him whip me, and find out just how big his dick is? Heh, not!

Wednesday November 5

Another breakfast with Hailey.

“You’re really good with computers, right? Like, programming?” Hailey asked me.

“Pretty good, yeah. Why?” I responded.

“I told you that we have these studying workshops at sorority, right? And that we tutor each other and everything?” I nodded, and Hailey continued, “Well, one of the girls is struggling with one of her classes. She’s not a computer major, but they’re making her take a programming class, and there’s nobody in the sorority who knows that stuff well enough to help her. You had asked to meet some of the girls, and Simone could really use your help...”

“I’d love to help. When and where?” I asked.

“Tomorrow at 7:30 at the Chi Omicron house. We’ll go together,” Hailey told me. “One thing, though,” she added with a touch of seriousness. “She’s a senior, and a little embarrassed about being tutored by a freshman, so be tactful.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you look bad,” I said. “Everybody loves me, remember?”

Thursday November 6

Simone was a tall black girl with a model’s body, whose confidence lit up the whole room. She seemed pretty smart - just not about programming. I think I got through to her: toward the end of the evening she was excited about understanding her assignment.

It’s unusual for a non-Chi Omicron person to attend these study sessions, I learned: they take pride in supporting their own. But they all welcomed me and thanked Hailey for inviting me. I will be going back to help more next Thursday. Also, several of the girls invited me to a party they’re co-hosting with some fraternity tomorrow night.

Obviously, just plain talking to the girls won’t reveal the secrets of their prostitution ring. What I need is access to their computers. I bet I can slip some spyware onto Simone’s computer next Thursday.

Friday November 7

Hailey and I both had a good time at the party. I went casual - just a ribbed sweater and some denim shorts - no makeup or earrings. Hailey went in a leotard and some baggy shorts.

I was hoping to get Hailey to open up a little more about her sexuality, and I saw my chance when I saw two girls dancing scandalously closely with a guy. I pointed to them and remarked, “It looks like they’re in for quite a night. I hope they share as well in bed as they do on the dance floor.” Hailey giggled.

“Have you ever done a three-way?” I asked casually.

Hailey blushed. “No! I’m still having trouble with two-ways. You?”

“Once,” I answered. “It was a memorable experience.”

“How did that happen?” she asked.

“My best friend Marcie kinda went nuts about wanting to lose her virginity, so I helped hook her up with the guy who had been my first, and well, they convinced me to join them.” Hailey’s jaw dropped. “The guy was all, ‘it’ll make her first time more special if she gets to share it with you’, and Marcie liked the idea. It seemed convincing at the time.”

Hailey asked tentatively, “So did you and the other girl do ... stuff?”

I grinned secretively. “Oh, we did lots of stuff.”

“And you don’t regret it? You’re not ashamed?” she asked.

“Not one bit!”

I also flirted a bit more than I should have with a guy - Tommy. We had been dancing and stuff, and he fed me a line about why is a girl as fine as me here without a guy on my arm. I joked, “Well, the guy I was seeing wouldn’t handle me as roughly as I wanted, so I had to dump him.”