Sororities: Sigma Epsilon Xi: The Invitation

The still oppressive heat of summer rustled the leaves and baked the sidewalks of the college campus. And despite the excited throng of students, Samantha Mayfield was barely cognizant of her surroundings as she made her way to class. A river of students flowed in the same direction and Sam walked on oblivious, her mind deeply entrenched on other things. Her book bag was slung over one shoulder, padded by the plaid patterned button down shirt she wore.

Her flip flops clapped loudly as she walked, but the sound was muted by the dull roar of returning students who spoke eagerly about the new school year, and the gossip of the last. Samantha, who had heard more than enough about the strange duo The Waxers throughout the end of her freshman year, tuned it out.

Her dark brown hair was still worn long, and her ears were accented with small conservative earrings. Her denim shorts weren't slutty, nor overly long, merely the perfect length which bespoke a well mannered, respectable, sophomore student.

But the truth was that Sam's encounter with the Waxers had changed her, in several ways. She was more cautious, more alert when alone, but more importantly, it had changed her views on her own sexuality. All last year and during the summer, back at her parent's house, she had spent quiet stolen moments caressing her own body, touching herself, and once in a few stolen hours, baby oiled herself and poured hot candle wax over her own breasts while she masturbated.

These secrets she carefully hid, as she hid the fact that she maintained the careful trimming and shave that the Waxers had given her that fateful night five months earlier. She had never told anyone of her kidnapping, of her bondage, or of the hour long massage and waxing she had endured. Not even Chelly knew of it, though Jamie, her roommate, had certainly been suspicious.

Samantha looked up at the wall of the lecture building and saw a flurry of fraternity and sorority posters hanging on the wall. It was pledge week, the second week of school and it seemed that every little group that could find a copy of the Greek alphabet had displayed their symbols widely across the campus. Lambda Epsilon Chi, Theta Kappa Iota, and countless others were exclaiming their virtues and crying out for fools to join them.

She shook her head. One thing Sam knew was to stay away from the Greek Clubs. Dues were expensive, and while the idea of close sisterhood was appealing, the idea of having to endure the ritual hazing given pledges, despite university rules, was not something she wanted to experience. Chelly had stated her intention to try for Phi Kappa Beta, a sorority that her mother was still a member of.

Sam shrugged her backpack on more securely when she felt a light touch on her other shoulder.

"Are you Samantha Mayfield?" a soft feminine voice asked.

Samantha turned and found herself gazing into a pair of crystal blue eyes surrounded by a wealth of rich blonde hair. The girl's mouth was smiling and she seemed to be beaming friendliness.

"Yeah, I'm Sam Mayfield."

"Kristen Cox. I've got something for you." She held out her hand, clutching a thick white paper envelope.

Sam's eyebrow shot up. "What is it?" She asked, looking quizzically at the stunning blonde.

Kristen laughed softly. "An offer, if you're interested." She shrugged. "See ya' around, Samantha." With that Kristen moved away, disappearing into the sea of humanity.

Sam looked down at the envelope. Across the front was her name, written in bold and flowing script, but from what was obviously the hand of a woman. She flipped the card open and her breath caught as she saw the splash of wax, sealing it. Her fingers trembled as she slipped a finger under the cardstock flap and she watched as the wax popped off, sticking to the top flap.

There was a card inside and Samantha pulled it out. Large Script letters in glittering red ink were three Greek sigils: Sigma Epsilon Xi. Samantha looked about and then up at the posters above her. Nowhere could she find Sigma Epsilon Xi advertising, in fact, she didn't even remember it from the list of approved fraternities and sororities that were allowed to operate at the university.

Sam opened the card. Once again, the handwriting that had addressed the card flowed across the inside.

Dear Samantha,

Welcome back to a second year here. We at Sigma Epsilon Xi want to extend that welcome to you by giving you the opportunity to join our sorority. We accept very few sisters each year, usually only four or five, and all are carefully pre-chosen. Your name came highly recommended to us, and what we have discovered about you pleases us greatly. You would be a valued addition to our covey.

We are a PRIVATE sorority, and we like to stay out of the limelight of the school, so please do not mention this invitation to anyone. If you are interested, please meet myself and Kristen Cox at the University Student Union in the food court tonight at six. We will buy you dinner and we can talk. Just talk...

Hope to see you tonight!

Sincerely,

Tami Cohen

Sam's brow creased and she stuffed the card into her backpack. She shook her head with a roll of her eyes. A secret sorority! She knew she needed to belong to a secret sorority like she needed another hole in her head. Slowly she turned and picked up speed, finally finding the lecture hall where Chelly was waiting.

"Hey Sam." Chelly said softly as Sam dropped her back pack underneath the half desk seat in the auditorium.

"How was geometry, Chel?" Sam asked, sitting down, her smooth legs crossing in front of her, the light pink flip flops dangling from her toes.

Chelly made a nasty face. "Terrible. It's nothing like Algebra. Algebra I can do. You just plug in the numbers. Geometry, it's all spatial. Shapes and lines and angles. I'm not sure I'm going to ace this like I did my Algebra class last year."

Samantha laughed. "Its nice to see you finally experience what I deal with every math class I take."

"I don't understand how you have trouble with it. It's so easy!" Chelle said, pulling out a heavy notebook and pen.

Sam squinted a moment. "Hey, Chelle, you're into the Greek thing. Ever heard of a sorority called Sigma Epsilon Xi?"

Chelle stiffened, her eyes widening just as the professor moved to the podium.

"Good afternoon everyone. Today we will begin our lecture covering the events that lead to the civil war. Please take copious notes since the test will contain questions covered here, but not in the text. I will answer questions throughout the lecture."

Chelle bit her lip and quickly wrote upon her paper, pulling it out of the notebook and passing it over.

Sam, I've heard of that sorority. They only have one interest and it's not sanctioned by the university. Look at their name:

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