Chapter 12: Stripping Glory

Sharon woke in the same place she?d passed out, lying on the foam & nylon ?Stage? that had been set in the ZB great room. She was relived that someone had covered her with a blanket, & saw the bag in which her costumes had been provided had been set to one side. Rubbing her head, she paused, finding the horns Joyce & Kelly had glued into place the night before were still there. She suppressed a groan when she first tried to get up-- her entire body ached. She lay still for several minutes, remembering the night before, amazed that she?d taken most of the football team? several times. Her head throbbed when she shook it in amazement, reminding her she?d had far too much to drink. Her bladder was protesting the delay, though. She struggled upright, absently letting the sheet fall away from her body. She looked down, realizing her breasts were on display, & shrugged after a moment of panic-- no one in the frat hadn?t seen them before. She stood, looking with some dismay at the dried cum flaking away from her legs & off of the costume. She picked up the grocery sack & hobbled gingerly toward the bathroom in the heels which had somehow stayed on her feet throughout the evening. She sighed, pausing as she tried to settle onto the stool. Whoever had covered her up had also replaced the ?tail? in her ass. She didn?t wonder that she hadn?t noticed on the walk to the bathroom. Fortunately, the long nylon tail had draped to the side, & she leaned forward, slipping it out easily enough, & absently wrapped the tail around her hand to keep it off of the floor as she relaxed her sphincters. She groaned quietly as the pressure in her bladder eased. Only as she stood did she realize she hadn?t bothered to close the door to the cramped single stall off of the great room. She sat back down, remembering her heels, not caring that any of the frat members might walk in. The straps at the top buckled into place, & fit her ankle tightly; it was no wonder they?d stayed on. She took them off, & tucked them into the bag, along with the tail. Her purse, as well as the skirt & blouse she?d bought on Saturday were in the bag, along with the sluttier version of the outfit that she?d worn the night before. The thong & bra she?d been wearing on the drive back were missing. Typical. She smiled, seeing the black bong she?d used the night before had been put into the bag. She chose the more conservative blouse over the mini-skirt, after spending a minute cleaning the worst of the matted, dried, & drying jism off of her thighs, she dressed. She rinsed the stiff butt of the ?tail? off, putting it & the rest of her costume from the night before into the bag before she slipped out of the bathroom & returned to the frat?s main room. There were a few brothers snoring quietly on the couches & love seats that were strewn about. The clock above the big fireplace read 10:14. Her first class was long over, she wasn?t about to go to the 2nd class dressed as she was. She considered trying to find something to eat, but opted to see if Shaun was still in his room & had her keys. She climbed the stairs, remembering as she did the fun of the prior night as she?d won the series of tests to become Demon Bitch. She absently touched the horns poking from her hair, smiling to herself. She knocked, then went into Shaun & Dave?s room when no one answered. She paused, seeing long brunette hair draped over Dave?s arm, & red hair spilling over the edge of Shaun?s raised bunk. She knew what she felt as she saw that: jealousy. She told herself she shouldn?t feel that way-- it was one or another of her Sisters, after all, & she?d certainly been busy with other frat members the night before. She looked around, finding her keys were sitting on the desk beside Dave?s impressive computer system. She paused, wondering just how many images & movies of her parading about naked & having sex with young black men were on the hard drive. She shivered, reminded again how precarious her life was; she was their sex toy & had no real say in the matter. Slipping out of the room, she thought that it was a good thing they were at least making sure she enjoyed herself. She went out the side door & around to find her car. Approaching from the front, she didn?t see the new ZB Bitch bumper sticker that had been applied, as well as a license plate frame with the ZB letters & ?Size Does Matter? alternating. She did have to readjust the seat, as Dave had completed the drive to the frat. She bit her lip, imagining what he & Kelly had been doing along the way. Safely back at her apartment, Sharon took a long shower, relieved as she luxuriated under the steaming spray that she hadn?t awoken to more garish or obscene permanent marker ?artwork? or worse? The frat members seemed uninterested in marking her with hickies, & she did not find any bruising; she mused she could go home & Chris would never know how she had spent the night before. She dried off, then donned the thin robe that hung in her closet. She noticed absently it was time to do the laundry, but found she was too tired to consider sorting or even carrying the pile out of the closet. She sat down after retrieving a single serving bottle of Asti & an orange from the fridge? It was time to go to the grocery store, as well. She tried to remember if she had eaten dinner. The last real meals she remembered were what she had at home. Sharon shrugged, reminding herself she also didn?t remember the last time she had been to the gym. She resolved to go to the student?s center after her afternoon classes. On the way home she could get groceries, too. Standing, she groaned quietly-- they hadn?t bruised her, but she could definitely tell she?d worked hard in the past 12 or 18 hours. Instead of throwing on sweats for class as she?d intended, Sharon flopped onto the bed, face down. She didn?t bother climbing under the covers before sleep took her. Sharon groaned as a hand shook her shoulder again. She blinked awake, embarrassed to realize she?d drooled onto the pillow while she was sleeping. She sat up, as always thinking for a moment she was at home & Chris was waking her up for another day of the life she?d known before school. Dave was sitting on the edge of her bed. She managed a smile, then checked the clock. Blue numbers told her it was after 6PM. ?Is something wrong?? she asked, rolling over entirely, suddenly worried that she had missed something; the last thing she wanted was to make Dave or Shaun angry. The young man just smiled & shook his head. ?Naw, we just weren?t sure if you?d gone home or what,? he tweaked a nipple that had been exposed in her turn, ?Shaun wanted to make sure you were all right.? Sharon smiled in relief; it felt good that Shaun had been worried about her. ?Oh, no, I just figured everyone was tired & so I should head home to get cleaned up.? She had a sudden thought, ?Am I supposed to be? uhm, hosting anyone tonight?? Dave chuckled at her euphemism. ?Naw, we figured the Demon Bitch needed some time to recover, so no day work for our prize ZB Bitch.? He stood up from the bed, heading toward the doorway, ?Shaun told me you?re worried about being seen on our little movies.? Sharon nodded. ?You said it was just for you? the pictures,? she knew it was useless to argue, but couldn?t help herself. She bit back a new wave of guilt and embarrassment at how easily she?d been duped. ?But they are just for us,? Dave answered, ?Most of what you do with us is only for Shaun & I to look at to remember when you aren?t around.? Sharon eyed him skeptically. He shrugged, ?Of course, what you do with the rest of the frat? Hell, they have us have everyone sign the release forms when they visit the frat. Mostly it?s so women don?t have fun, then get cold feet & cry ?rape? later. But over the years, you?re right, they?ve found it?s simply too good an opportunity to pass up. So yeah, we splice the best bits of you & the other girls at our parties? The movies & the web sites bring in millions, Sharon.? Sharon swallowed-- the number seemed too big to believe. ?There?s not a chance that?s gonna stop.? She waited, wondering if he had a proposition. ?Isn?t there anything you can do?? she asked when he didn?t go on, ?I mean, you must hide the identities of the frat members, right?? Dave shrugged. ?Sure, some of them.? ?So why not hide mine, too?? He snorted. ?It?s no lie you?ve got a rockin? body, babe, but there wouldn?t be much interest if we hid who you are? Sure, for awhile, I guess, but only because they?d demand that we show who you were? or they?d try to find out by getting around whatever I did? It?d mean there was more interest in who that married white wife was, you understand?? Sharon nodded mutely; it did make sense. ?But like I said, it?s mostly from the ZB parties that we get footage.? Sharon nodded more eagerly, hoping he had an answer. ?We expect you to pull your weight, you know, but if you don?t want to be filmed at the parties, we may be able to work around that.? Sharon sighed in relief. ?Thank you! 13096 2.10/512345