Frankenstein2009
09-06-2011, 8:22 PM
Hell Week was just that for the girls of the Gamma Gamma Gamma sorority house. Well, more accurately, it pretty much only sucked for the newbies. Life was grand as always for their already established sisters. They were pampered every hour of every day by their lowly pledges. Their favorite pledge was, of course, Foot Licker. Her top priority for the week was just as her name suggested; lick her sorority sisters’ feet whenever it was demanded of her, which was often.
The naming ceremony was just about the most humiliating experience the girls could handle. Theresa, the head sister, made her way down the line, assigning roles for Hell Week. Some were told to cook all of the meals, some were told to do all of the laundry, some were told to be the official masseuse for the week, and one was even labeled the official “Beer Bitch” for the week. Then, at the end of the line, she came to Sally; pathetic, old Sally, who looked completely out of place amongst all of these very attractive girls.
“Have you ever French kissed a guy before, Sally?” Theresa asked, with a smirk.
“Um, no. Not really,” Sally answered, embarrassed.
Theresa giggled and looked back at her sorority sisters. They all followed her lead and giggled themselves. Theresa then, once again, directed her attention to Sally who looked a little worried.
“Well, since you haven’t dirtied up your tongue yet, we have just the job for you this week.”
Some of the sisters started to laugh a little louder and a few of them glanced down at their feet for some reason. They were all wearing flip-flops since it was still warm enough to do so. And, as if on cue, they each removed a flip-flop and held it up with the inner sole facing outwards.
“Sally, I want you to make your way down the line and examine each flip-flop. Then, once you determine which is the filthiest, I want you to tell me. And, don’t worry. You’re not going to offend whoever it belongs to. In fact, you’ll be doing them a favor. Your sister will appreciate it. Okay?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Yes, Miss Theresa,” Theresa quickly corrected her.
‘Sorry,” said Sally. “Yes, Miss Theresa.”
Sally slowly made her way down the line of sisters, stopping to closely examine each flip-flop. They were all grimy, but some were much worse than others. She wondered why they hadn’t bought new pairs for back to school. Eventually, she circled back to where she had seen the worst of the bunch. It belonged to Meghan. There was a gleam in Meghan’s eyes when Sally stopped in front of her. All of her sisters groaned, dropped their flip-flop to the ground, and slid their foot back in.
Sally gingerly turned towards Theresa. “Um, Sister Meg…”
“Uh, huh,” grunted Meghan.
“Sorry. Miss Meghan has the filthiest, I think,” Sally said.
Theresa smiled at Meghan, who was grinning to beat the band. Meghan was a slightly, plus-sized, freckled brunette who looked as though she had been some sort of an athlete in high school, but let herself go a little once she reached college. You could tell she was that class clown type who the popular girls always kept around to crack them up.
“Beer Bitch!” shouted Theresa. “Fetch us one of the barstools.”
The Beer Bitch nervously looked around and then spotted the row of barstools situated near the kitchen. She rushed over and then dragged it back over to where Theresa stood. She spun the stool around so it was facing her sisters.
“Okay, Meghan, take your seat.”
Meghan sauntered right past Sally and took her place on the stool. She dropped the flip-flop she had been holding to the floor, and crossed her legs, dangling the other flip-flop.
“Come over here, Sister Sally,” Theresa instructed.
Sally did as she was told; she was now standing directly in front of the beaming Theresa.
“Would you like to help your sister out with a problem she has?”
“I guess so,” said Sally.
“You guess so??” snapped Theresa.
“I mean, yes. Yes, I do. Sorry.”
“Good. Because that’s just what sisters should do, help each other out. I’m sure Meghan here would do anything for you. Isn’t that so, Meghan?”
“Oh, absolutely,” said Meghan, not at all sounding genuine.
“Well, then, I think you should help her out with her very minor problem, Sally. Don’t you think so?”
“Yes,” said Sally. “Definitely.”
“Very good. In that case, Meghan needs her feet cleaned, so she doesn’t have to embarrass herself anymore with filthy soles. The fraternity brothers don’t find dirty feet very attractive. Are your feet clean, Sally?”
“Um, yes, Miss Theresa.”
“How nice for you. You see, Meghan isn’t so fortunate, but you can certainly help her out with that. Can’t you?”
“Um, yes, I can. What do you want me to do?”
Unfortunately, Sally had forgotten all about the tongue reference Theresa had made earlier.
“Well, I would have you run and grab the foot bath and some soap, but I haven’t unpacked it yet and I’m so tired from carrying my clothes in. So, if you could use your tongue for now, we’d appreciate it so much.”
“Um, I don’t know about this,” said Sally.
“Oh, please. I swear, nobody will tell. It won’t leave this room. Come on. Plus, you can always gargle some mouth wash right after.”
Sally looked back at her new sisters who were all nodding along; hell, even the other newbies were nodding. She could tell that they probably would have done it if they were in her position. So, she figured, what did she really have to lose?
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
Meghan suddenly struggled to withhold her laughter. This was too good to be true. She was about to have her filthy feet licked clean by another girl. Normally, it was Theresa or somebody else who received this type of treatment. She was going to revel in it.
“Okay, then, Sally,” said Theresa. “Drop to your knees and lick Miss Meghan’s feet until they’re clean.”
Sally didn’t like the way that sounded, but she really needed to be a part of something like this sorority. Maybe then, the boys would take interest in her. With this in mind, she lowered herself to a kneeling position, with her face just inches from Meghan’s dangling flip-flop. She looked up at Meghan, who was sporting a devilish grin.
“Take my flip-flop off and start licking,” she ordered.
Sally removed her flip-flop and placed it on the floor next to the other one. Then, she took Meghan’s foot in her hands, stared down at it for a moment and began to lap away at it. She figured she’d get it over and done with as soon as possible. She could feel the dust from her heel collect on her tongue; she took a second to examine the shine she left on her heel.
“Can you see yourself in my heel, foot licker?” Meghan laughed.
“Ah, Foot Licker!” Theresa shouted. “I love it! That’s your new nickname.” Several of the sisters snickered when they heard this.
“Keep licking,” ordered Meghan. “You’re almost done with this one.”
Sally followed her orders. Suddenly, a cheer broke out amongst the group. “Go Sally! Go Sally! Go, go, go Sally!”
“You mean Foot Licker!” Meghan shouted joyously.
“Go Foot Licker! Go Foot licker! Go, go, go Foot Licker!”
For once in her pathetic life, Sally felt included. She was too blinded by the fake adoration to realize that she wasn’t actually accepted. She was their fool. I mean, what would her mother think if she saw her little girl licking some other girl’s dirty feet? She had only months earlier cheered for her at her high-school graduation.
While Sally was lapping away at Meghan’s big toe, she couldn’t help but notice the toe prints she left in her flip-flops; she especially focused on the prints her big toes left. Any dirt it didn’t leave on the flip-flop was being taken care of by Sally’s lowly tongue. When she finished with that foot – and after Meghan examined it to make sure it was satisfactory – Sally moved on to her other foot.
“Sally, I didn’t realize you were so talented,” said Theresa, as Meghan slipped her feet back into her flip-flops and walked back to her place in line, patting Sally, who was still kneeling, on the head. Theresa continued: “Talent like that can’t go wasted. From this day forth, you’ll be known as Sister Foot licker. Welcome to Gamma Gamma Gamma.”
The naming ceremony was just about the most humiliating experience the girls could handle. Theresa, the head sister, made her way down the line, assigning roles for Hell Week. Some were told to cook all of the meals, some were told to do all of the laundry, some were told to be the official masseuse for the week, and one was even labeled the official “Beer Bitch” for the week. Then, at the end of the line, she came to Sally; pathetic, old Sally, who looked completely out of place amongst all of these very attractive girls.
“Have you ever French kissed a guy before, Sally?” Theresa asked, with a smirk.
“Um, no. Not really,” Sally answered, embarrassed.
Theresa giggled and looked back at her sorority sisters. They all followed her lead and giggled themselves. Theresa then, once again, directed her attention to Sally who looked a little worried.
“Well, since you haven’t dirtied up your tongue yet, we have just the job for you this week.”
Some of the sisters started to laugh a little louder and a few of them glanced down at their feet for some reason. They were all wearing flip-flops since it was still warm enough to do so. And, as if on cue, they each removed a flip-flop and held it up with the inner sole facing outwards.
“Sally, I want you to make your way down the line and examine each flip-flop. Then, once you determine which is the filthiest, I want you to tell me. And, don’t worry. You’re not going to offend whoever it belongs to. In fact, you’ll be doing them a favor. Your sister will appreciate it. Okay?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Yes, Miss Theresa,” Theresa quickly corrected her.
‘Sorry,” said Sally. “Yes, Miss Theresa.”
Sally slowly made her way down the line of sisters, stopping to closely examine each flip-flop. They were all grimy, but some were much worse than others. She wondered why they hadn’t bought new pairs for back to school. Eventually, she circled back to where she had seen the worst of the bunch. It belonged to Meghan. There was a gleam in Meghan’s eyes when Sally stopped in front of her. All of her sisters groaned, dropped their flip-flop to the ground, and slid their foot back in.
Sally gingerly turned towards Theresa. “Um, Sister Meg…”
“Uh, huh,” grunted Meghan.
“Sorry. Miss Meghan has the filthiest, I think,” Sally said.
Theresa smiled at Meghan, who was grinning to beat the band. Meghan was a slightly, plus-sized, freckled brunette who looked as though she had been some sort of an athlete in high school, but let herself go a little once she reached college. You could tell she was that class clown type who the popular girls always kept around to crack them up.
“Beer Bitch!” shouted Theresa. “Fetch us one of the barstools.”
The Beer Bitch nervously looked around and then spotted the row of barstools situated near the kitchen. She rushed over and then dragged it back over to where Theresa stood. She spun the stool around so it was facing her sisters.
“Okay, Meghan, take your seat.”
Meghan sauntered right past Sally and took her place on the stool. She dropped the flip-flop she had been holding to the floor, and crossed her legs, dangling the other flip-flop.
“Come over here, Sister Sally,” Theresa instructed.
Sally did as she was told; she was now standing directly in front of the beaming Theresa.
“Would you like to help your sister out with a problem she has?”
“I guess so,” said Sally.
“You guess so??” snapped Theresa.
“I mean, yes. Yes, I do. Sorry.”
“Good. Because that’s just what sisters should do, help each other out. I’m sure Meghan here would do anything for you. Isn’t that so, Meghan?”
“Oh, absolutely,” said Meghan, not at all sounding genuine.
“Well, then, I think you should help her out with her very minor problem, Sally. Don’t you think so?”
“Yes,” said Sally. “Definitely.”
“Very good. In that case, Meghan needs her feet cleaned, so she doesn’t have to embarrass herself anymore with filthy soles. The fraternity brothers don’t find dirty feet very attractive. Are your feet clean, Sally?”
“Um, yes, Miss Theresa.”
“How nice for you. You see, Meghan isn’t so fortunate, but you can certainly help her out with that. Can’t you?”
“Um, yes, I can. What do you want me to do?”
Unfortunately, Sally had forgotten all about the tongue reference Theresa had made earlier.
“Well, I would have you run and grab the foot bath and some soap, but I haven’t unpacked it yet and I’m so tired from carrying my clothes in. So, if you could use your tongue for now, we’d appreciate it so much.”
“Um, I don’t know about this,” said Sally.
“Oh, please. I swear, nobody will tell. It won’t leave this room. Come on. Plus, you can always gargle some mouth wash right after.”
Sally looked back at her new sisters who were all nodding along; hell, even the other newbies were nodding. She could tell that they probably would have done it if they were in her position. So, she figured, what did she really have to lose?
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
Meghan suddenly struggled to withhold her laughter. This was too good to be true. She was about to have her filthy feet licked clean by another girl. Normally, it was Theresa or somebody else who received this type of treatment. She was going to revel in it.
“Okay, then, Sally,” said Theresa. “Drop to your knees and lick Miss Meghan’s feet until they’re clean.”
Sally didn’t like the way that sounded, but she really needed to be a part of something like this sorority. Maybe then, the boys would take interest in her. With this in mind, she lowered herself to a kneeling position, with her face just inches from Meghan’s dangling flip-flop. She looked up at Meghan, who was sporting a devilish grin.
“Take my flip-flop off and start licking,” she ordered.
Sally removed her flip-flop and placed it on the floor next to the other one. Then, she took Meghan’s foot in her hands, stared down at it for a moment and began to lap away at it. She figured she’d get it over and done with as soon as possible. She could feel the dust from her heel collect on her tongue; she took a second to examine the shine she left on her heel.
“Can you see yourself in my heel, foot licker?” Meghan laughed.
“Ah, Foot Licker!” Theresa shouted. “I love it! That’s your new nickname.” Several of the sisters snickered when they heard this.
“Keep licking,” ordered Meghan. “You’re almost done with this one.”
Sally followed her orders. Suddenly, a cheer broke out amongst the group. “Go Sally! Go Sally! Go, go, go Sally!”
“You mean Foot Licker!” Meghan shouted joyously.
“Go Foot Licker! Go Foot licker! Go, go, go Foot Licker!”
For once in her pathetic life, Sally felt included. She was too blinded by the fake adoration to realize that she wasn’t actually accepted. She was their fool. I mean, what would her mother think if she saw her little girl licking some other girl’s dirty feet? She had only months earlier cheered for her at her high-school graduation.
While Sally was lapping away at Meghan’s big toe, she couldn’t help but notice the toe prints she left in her flip-flops; she especially focused on the prints her big toes left. Any dirt it didn’t leave on the flip-flop was being taken care of by Sally’s lowly tongue. When she finished with that foot – and after Meghan examined it to make sure it was satisfactory – Sally moved on to her other foot.
“Sally, I didn’t realize you were so talented,” said Theresa, as Meghan slipped her feet back into her flip-flops and walked back to her place in line, patting Sally, who was still kneeling, on the head. Theresa continued: “Talent like that can’t go wasted. From this day forth, you’ll be known as Sister Foot licker. Welcome to Gamma Gamma Gamma.”