<a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Findex.php%3Fthreads%2Flamda-epsilon-sigma-sorority-ooc.5557%2Fpage-2%23post-84073&amp;hash=11405a6647f69be9dbf0128435d3b49a" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/index.php?threads/lamda-epsilon-sigma-sorority-ooc.5557/page-2#post-84073">Sylvia De Luca</a>-<b>Dining Hall</b><br/><br/>Sylvia kept a neutral expression on her face as her superior spoke; she would never admit to it, but she had a good idea of some, if not all of the changes that had been made to the house to allow for a much more brutal experience for their pledges. After all, as the treasurer of the group, she had seen receipts and balanced numbers enough to know where their sorority credit card got swiped and how much was withdrawn. Having gotten to know Juli, it didn't surprise her in the least, though it did amuse her- a feeling that would not be expressed until she saw those benches brought out before them. Some of the pledges seemed especially nervous, and she couldn't help herself to smirk at the thought; if only they knew what else might have been in store for them.<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned each one in turn; she couldn't help but notice several blondes had been chosen to join their family, and while they were all cute, blondes had never been her first choice. She was more amused by the redheads, the brunettes, and especially, by some of the more timid girls. One in particular caught her eye from the start based on her behavior- buttered toast to lubricate her toy was a clever cheat around the rules, and while she had half a mind to March around that table and set an example, she knew Juli would beat her to the punch. Several others hesitated quite a bit, and she knew the sisters were in for a treat at that three minute mark if there weren't eight cute asses lined up against the seats of those benches.<br/><br/>To be fair, however, all of the eight were gorgeous, and she would've gladly taken any of them, but she definitely saw who her preferred choices were.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Findex.php%3Fthreads%2Flamda-epsilon-sigma-sorority-ooc.5557%2Fpage-2%23post-84074&amp;hash=09348194a7a5f95f55f75469ed5628f6" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/index.php?threads/lamda-epsilon-sigma-sorority-ooc.5557/page-2#post-84074">Olivia Ashley</a>-<b>Dining Hall</b><br/><br/>The excitement that filled her settled only slightly as the room fell silent, except for a gasp escaping the blonde's lips at the sight of a stunning tan-skinned brunette entering the room. It was clear by her presence that she was the 'HBIC' as was the acronym back home, and Livvie had to catch herself to stop from staring. Of course, her eyes trailing back to the sisters opposite her and the rest of the pledges didn't help much. She was openly bisexual, and this just reminded Olivia why she preferred women: their gorgeous physiques, from toned muscles to perky breasts and firm butts. Yeah, she was game for this.<br/><br/>And then came the benches. Oh god. The benches. What the fuck?!<br/><br/>Her eyes counted along the line, and she calculated which was to be 'hers'; it was a tender pink color, bright like one might expect when celebrating a little girl a baby shower. It distracted her a moment from its size; it must've been close to nine inches long, and while not as thick as some of them, it would do the trick just fine stretching her. It seemed several girls down the line, including another blonde beside her, were much more nervous than she, but Livvie wasn't afraid to admit she was somewhat intimidated. She thought to her trunk back in the bedroom, where she had brought lube just in case she were to meet someone while in college, being the ridiculous girl she was. She considered sprinting from the room to get it, but rather than waste time, she merely stepped forward, one of the only ones to do so without flinching it seemed, and ran her tongue along the shaft of the toy in front of her.<br/><br/>She paused for a second only to glance down the line, and opted to get to the task before her, feeling herself rather aroused by the idea of the girls watching her do this- a thought she never would have had, had it not been for now. A thought arose in her as she started to act, her own arousal tentatively helping much more as well, and one hand shamelessly slid between her legs into her panties, and she began to tease herself with her first two fingers. As she sucked on that toy, drool ran down the shaft, costing her chin as well in the process, and as she neared the end of that first minute, she pulled back, wiping he chin with her fingertips and applying the saliva as best she could to the tip of the dildo for a bit more support.<br/><br/>She stood, stepping around and pushing her panties out of the way, unembarrassed, or perhaps turned on by the thought that she should be humiliated too much to care. Olivia's other hand guided the dildo's head into her, and she felt her mouth fall open as it slowly penetrated deeper inside her, eyes closing. She could feel it filling her, and at about halfway, the blonde spit into her hand, rising up just slightly and rubbing her spit onto the still-exposed portion of the shaft before again lowering further, slowly sliding all the way down and impaling herself on the toy. As her ass pressed against the cold surface of the bench, feeling stretched to a very satisfying fill, a soft sound could be heard escaping her: "mmm, fuck..." To think, she probably had a whole extra minute left.