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Enslaved By Sorority Sluts

Chapter 1 - Captured & Gimped

It was a cool autumn night and dance music was pumping in the stuffy nightclub “Euphoria.” It was a well known haunt for graduate students and other young professionals a few miles from campus. The pungent smells of alcohol, sweat and body spray assaulted Zack's nose as he sat at a table with his friends surveying the room. Flashing lights lit up the bar and ceiling periodically as techno beats blasted through the increasingly warm hall. Scores of people milled the busy club, passing between the dance floor and the outer edges where booths and tables were lined. Between the thunderous music and loud chatter, the place was deafening.

This wasn't how Zack typically spent his Friday nights. He would normally be back at his dorm reading a book, watching Netflix or adding to his vast collection of degenerate internet porn. His friends, however, were having none of it. Tom was a suave ladies man who Zack had known since high school and Marcus was a football player that Tom had introduced him to three years ago. They were good friends despite their vastly different experiences in life and over the summer Tom and Marcus had made it their personal mission to see that Zack finally lost his v-card.

They'd insisted he come to the club with them tonight and that's how Zack found himself in such a frenzied, foreign environment looking for love. Although he seemed out of place beside his taller, broader, more socially adept friends, he was glad to have two capable wingmen helping him.

“Not bad, huh?” Tom asked loudly, nodding toward the flashing, swirling mob of humanity that was the dance floor of “Euphoria.”

“Not really my thing!” Zack replied, practically yelling so they could hear him over the music “But I do like the women I'm seeing!”

“I bet you do!” Marcus retorted with a chuckle.

“You want anything to drink?” Tom inquired. “I'm buying.”

“I'll have a beer. Whatever's good” Marcus nodded.

“No thanks. I'm not really a drinker” Zack replied.

“Zack, social interaction goes best with a little lubrication” Tom shot back. “Even if you don't like the taste, it wouldn't hurt you to have a drink. If you want to get a little something-something tonight, that is!”

“I'll pass” Zack insisted.

Tom sighed. “Alright, suit yourself. Be right back.”

Tom walked to the bar as Zack and Marcus relaxed in their booth. They scanned the crowd together watching people come and go and occasionally making lewd comments when a woman caught their eye. It wasn't long until Tom was back, handing a beer to Marcus and cracking open his own. Marcus downed a third of his drink in one chug before setting it down and tapping Zack on the shoulder.

“Whoa, don't look now amigo, but I think someone has eyes for you.”

Zack's eyes opened wide. “Really?”

“Yup. Ok, now you can look. The blonde three tables down.”

Zack turned to look in the direction Marcus had indicated. He saw a gorgeous young blonde woman sitting at a booth a few tables down the aisle. Another woman was sitting with her, but her back was turned.

“You sure she was looking at Zack?” Tom asked.

“Directly at him. Three times.” Marcus replied.

“Woooooo! This might be your lucky night, buddy!” Tom said as he clapped Zack on the back.

“Either of you know who she is?” Zack quizzed.

“Yeah, that's Rebecca Cunningham.” Tom said with a sly expression “She was in one of my classes last year. Pretty smart. Rich bitch! Kind of an ice queen, but she's fuckin hot, I'll give her that much.”

“She just looked at you again” Marcus said before downing the rest of his

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