Better, Brighter, Whiter 15

Emily stepped into the house common area where she had gathered the new pledges for the upcoming year. She strode through the door and walked front and center as the group parted for the stunning, blue-eyed bombshell with the ice blonde hair like an ocean of wannabes for Bimbo Moses. They stared in reverence, awe, and for many, a little fear. Where as only moments ago they were standing outside of one of the most sought after and prestigious sororities in all of Bright University, taking pictures and laughing with their guide Malcolm, now they were all straight-faced in the presence of their the woman who would be (if they played their cards right) their new leader. 

(1)

There were many stories about the incredible leadership and competence shown by the legendary Queen of Bright U. Some said that she used to be a fat girl who was bullied until she shocked them all with plastic surgery while others claimed that she was adopted by black parents and had a mission to use her education to lift underprivileged people out of poverty. 

But while half of the rumors were shining and heroic, the half denounced and raged against her. It was a common belief that Emily Knight was a flaming, unabashed racist and a complete gold digger with an agenda to eliminate people of color from the student body. Equally prevalent were tales of the vicious standards she held that would often end in theatrical and very often public ceremonies to determine the worth of her supposed sisters, with forced rehabilitation for anyone who didn’t meet her standards. Regardless of what moral light Emily was seen in, one detail was present in every story: That Emily had the entire Board of Advisors wrapped around her finger.

She walked into the center of the room and turned around, a discerning, almost cruel look in her eyes as she scanned all the young women she’d just let into her home. She placed her hands on her hips and snapped her gum, bursting the pink bubble she’d blown before speaking.

“Alright ladies. Behold and beware: for you now stand on hallowed ground.” She said with a playful tone to her reverent delivery.

(2)

As they looked around at the luxurious but surprisingly down to Earth décor, a woman with blazing red hair and an impressive pair of large, fake breasts walked in and grinned at the group as she wiped a glistening sheen of sweat from her face and from her deep, firm cleavage.

(3)

“Ooh, what do we have here?” She inquired mischievously.

“New pledges for next semester. Whaddya think so far?” Emily responded, now standing hip to hip with the other girl as they both judged the hopeful young women before them.

The woman furrowed her brow slightly. “Wait, THEY wanna be part of *OUR* house?” She asked mock-incredulously. “Uhhhh, these bitches are coming up a little flat, don’t you think?”

Emily quirked her plump pink lips in different directions as if she were thinking especially hard before responding. She suddenly stood up and pointed at a mousy looking girl with a particularly small chest and called her forward.

“You. Come here.” She said, wagging the girl up to the front with her index finger.

“What’s your name, tinytits?” Emily asked with a ruthless level of aloofness.

“Umm….. My name is also Emily actually.” She said timidly, recoiling at the awkwardness of staring into the valley of boobflesh created by Emily’s big, silicone filled H cups.

“What a nice name, Emily.” She said thoughtfully.

“I’ve always thought that Emily was a good, STRONG name for only the hottest of girls. Don’t you agree, Emily?”

The girl swallowed almost painfully as her throat ran dry with nervousness. Even still, she managed to meep out a tiny “Yes” that seemed to please the house leader well enough.

“Excellent. You’re in. Go sit down on the couch and await your pledging instructions. Even better, you even get to keep your name since you will be calling me Miss Knight for the first three months of the school year. Congratulations Emily.” Emily said with a warm smile and almost unnaturally white, perfect teeth.

(4)

“You.” She said, pointing to another girl, this one a freckled blonde with a slim figure that left her chest a little small but gave her an amazingly nice ass on wide hips. “Come forward and tell me your name.”

The girl smiled, oozing determination and confidence She was nervous of course, but the thought of being so close to being in her dream sorority at an Ivy League school gave her the eager motivation to power forward.

(5)

“Hello Miss Knight. My name is Sophia Rosewater and I am VERY excited to meet you.” The blonde said with a professional enthusiasm.

“Soph- Are you fucking serious? Oh my god what are you guys doing, stalking us? Anyways. You’re out. Bye.” She said casually, already looking back over to the crowd for her next candidate.

Sophia Rosewater however, was dumbstruck and heartbroken. She had no idea what she’d done wrong. After a few moments of stunned, cosmic horror, she looked back up, certain that this was just a test of her resolve. Sophia rose up and spoke out, calling Emily’s attention back to her. “Miss Knight, I am a determined candidate and I do not believe I’ve done anything wrong. I will not leave until I have been accepted into ββω.”

Emily and Katie looked at each other for a moment, both taking a moment to register the absolute gall it took to do what she had just done. Unfortunately for Sophia, neither of them appreciated it the way she’d hoped they would.

“Fucking EXCUSE ME?” She snarled, almost bringing the younger woman to tears. “First off, do NOT speak out of turn in my house or you will face the consequences.”

“Yeah! ..Bitch.” Katie chimed in, clearly contradicting the rule just set by the head of the household immediately after Emily told Sophia specifically not to do the same thing completely without consequence.

“And second,” she said in a much kinder, gentler tone, her face condescendingly comforting. “You didn’t HAVE to do anything wrong Sophia, because Sophia is a fat girl’s name and I don’t allow fatties in my sorority. It’s not your fault, I know. But I’m afraid the rules still apply.

“How does that even make any sense?!” Sophia almost screamed in reply.

“You know what, actually don’t take my word for it, babe. I’m sorry, really. SOPHIE!!!! GET YOUR FLABBY ASS OUT HERE!!!” she called over her shoulder. The jaws of almost every incoming freshman dropped at the sight of the woman who walked into the room. She had burgundy hair and only the most vague hispanic features atop the largest pair of breasts most of those girls had ever seen in their lives. She unironically sucked on her finger in excitement upon seeing what was going on and eagerly bobbled over, her huge, pudgy nipples clearly visible through the shear material of her shirt.

(6)

“Hey Sophie. This candidate’s name is Sophia. I tried to tell her that Sophia is a fat girl’s name and that she can’t join, but for some unfathomable reason she’s thought it wise to disagree with me. Can you set her straight please?”  Emily asked the abnormally plump bimbo sweetly.

Sophie piped up immediately with an almost consoling tone in her voice. “Ooohhh, yeahhh…Sorry. Sophie’s get fat really easily. Trust me, I know.” She said, emphasizing her own moderately thick figure.

“I promise I won’t gain any weight. I have been an athlete since middle school and-“

“Yeah yeah, I know.” Sophie said in a soft, sweet voice, interrupting the poor girl and halting her momentum. “And I’m sure you don’t eat much and have Nutrition on your schedule or whatever, but that’s not enough. I did all that and I still ended up in course correction because of my habits. College life is different sweetie, and it’s still up to Emily, but your attitude tells me that you’re just not ready for that.”

“Besides. We already have a Sophie. We don’t need another one of those, do we?” Emily asked, her condescension now resembling that of a manipulative counselor.

“Mm. No, I don’t think we do. What do you think, Emmers?” Sophie asked, making a show of double-teaming the girl and making the others all the more fearful for their turns.

Emily paced back and forth for a while, tapping her fingers on her lips before making her decision. “Alright, Other-Sophie.” She began. “I’ll make you a deal. You can’t stay with us, but if you are true to your word them I may reconsider once school starts. I’ll put in a referral for you to get a job in town, and if you manage to keep your weight under control for three months, you’re in. Sound good?”

Other-Sophie nodded, her spirits lifting as she felt her resolve reward her.

“Oh. And I’m concerned that you believe that this is still some kind of special hazing ritual to make you prove your devotion to us and we secretly hope that you pass or whatever. It isn’t. I don’t want fat chicks in my house and I’m genuinely unimpressed with what you’re putting forth. It’s arrogant and annoying to see you strutting up to me like you’re a shoo-in for the most glamorous and exclusive sorority in all of Bright U just because what, you ran track in high school? Yeah. I read your transcripts before you got here.” Emily said with a sort of venomous, baby pink venom lacing every word of her melodious voice.

“Oh yeah. By the way, ladies….” She said, her trademark smile spreading cruelly across her face. “I’ve read up on every single one of you. I already know your names and where you came from. What clubs you were in and what you do for fun. I have your phone numbers and addresses. Indeed, I have your facebook profiles. All except for Mikayla Winstanley who for some reason decided to delete her social media accounts conveniently just before applying for ββω. That being said, Mikayla Winstanley, you’re in. You will reactivate your accounts and make one selfie post and one pro-ββω House post every day. You will NOT attempt to circumvent me again.”

A slender black-haired girl meandered her way through the crowd and moved towards the couch where Other-Emily was sitting. As she quietly sat down, the two girls excitedly, silently congratulated each other and suppressed their squeals of delight as the two new sisters clasped hands.

“Anyways. Other-Sophie, you are no longer part of this selection process and as such are required to leave. But before you go, remember that that you may still be a viable candidate if you have not gained more than…Twenty pounds?” She asked, looming over at Sophie.

“Yeah, twenty’s good.” The curvy, colorful bimbo chimed thoughtfully.

“Yeah. If you gain more than twenty pounds in three months, you’re out. But with that being said, I don’t want to hear from ANYWHERE that you have been wasting food either, so as a condition of your ‘re-evaluation trial’ let’s call it, if ANYONE offers you food, it is your absolute DUTY to eat. All of it. Someone offers to feed you, you eat. Understand, Tubs?”

Sophia Rosewater nodded solemnly, trying to keep the hot tears forming in her eyes from dripping down her face.

“Good. Get out.” Emily said before screaming “NOW!!” at the girl who had paused to look over the house once more and receive consolation from the other candidates. After she had left Emily called the next girl to the front.

“Alright littleface. Introduce yourself, but I swear to fuck if you say Kelly, Katie, or Victoria I will bitch-slap your cute, skinny ass into the goddamn Shadow Realm.”

The selection process continued on and the girl was accepted after being made to perform an acapella song and dance routine of her choice. She chose to throw herself into a passionate rendition of Marina’s “Bubblegum Bitch” that had Emily enthusiastically mouthing the words and punctuating points of the routine with a slew of cheers like “YAAAAAAS!!!” and “Fuckin get it!”

Afterward, Emily declared a switch in tactics, calling for each girl to respond with their name and one personal question for Emily about any subject they wanted upon being pointed to.

“You.” Emily said, and a vaguely European sounding girl stepped forward.

“I’m Chloé Bonnet and I would like to know if it’s true that you plan on making expulsion a punishment for getting pregnant.” The girl said bravely, much to the fearful “Ooohhhh”s and winces of the other girls.

Emily looked completely unbothered and answered with intimidating succinctness and clarity. “Honestly, I haven’t quite decided yet. Big changes would need to accommodate pregnant women on campus, however I do believe in taking care of family and allowing opportunities for those who would otherwise have theirs revoked or never had them at all. I am cuuuuurrently leaning towards trying to make it happen, but I’m going to have to get back to you on that. Luckily for you, you’ll be here for it. Go sit down.” She said.

“You.”

“I’m Dolly Spackman and I heard that you are a flaming racist, is that true?” Asked a tanned girl with dyed blonde hair that showed her roots.

“Yes it is. Also I have a Bronwyn Spackman on my roster but not a Dolly.” Emily responded quickly and unemotionally.

“Well, Dolly’s my nickname. That’s what my family calls-“

“Well they can keep calling you that. You’re out. Bye.”

The girl knew better than to argue with the notorious Emily Knight, opting instead to meekly run out of the door.

Emily rolled her eyes at the skittering display of timidity. “Pathetic. Anyways. You’re up.” She said, pointing to a green-eyed brunette.

The girl shyly stepped forward and nearly choked on her saliva for how nervous she was.

“Girl. Breathe. Calm down. You made it all the way here, don’t bug out now.” Emily encouraged, still not dropping her neutral expression.

The girl took a long, deep breath before trying to force herself to speak. Unfortunately, her slow response was wearing on Emily’s nerves.

“Don’t waste my time. Tell us your name and ask me something. Anything.”

The girl seemed flustered and flinched as she tensed up, blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

“What’s your favorite anime?!” She called out stupidly before shrinking down in shame.

“Oh god. So many. I can’t say that I have a favorite though….Bleach was good, Naruto was good. My Hero is amazing. Yu Yu Hakusho was great, but I’m afraid to rewatch it because I’m pretty sure it’s aged like a cancer patient. Lately I’ve been into like…Romance and slice of life stuff? Romance Killer and Kaichou wa Maid Sama were fun. Toradora was cute too, but they all do this like…will they/won’t they thing where the characters never actually date? Rent-A-Girlfriend does the same thing, but I’ll still watch a season 3. Anyways, you’re definitely in. The rest of you girls fuck off and try again next semester.”

The edict had stunned everyone. Only half of the girls who had even attempted to get in did so, with Emily refusing to even evaluate several of them, instead opting to dismiss them callously and evict them from her space.

“Now. The rest of you are now officially pledges, congratulations. You have fifteen minutes compose yourselves and get your swimsuits on. We’re going to the beach.”

The girls had all lined up in the common room in their bikinis, giddily gossiping to each other as they waited for Emily to return. Malcolm had been supervising them while Emily was getting changed, congratulating them on their success. Before long, Sophie, Katie, and Kelly had gathered and began interacting with their new pledges, knowingly love-bombing them before a particularly challenging Hell Week began. The pledges had seemingly forgotten to worry about any of that however, as they blatantly ogled the stunning, plastic bodies of their soon to be housemates, wondering if they too would look all too different by the year’s end.

Before too long, Emily strode out in a glamorous metal-scaled bikini to the applause and cheers of Malcolm followed by the enthusiastic whooping and clapping of the entire house. With a sultry, superior grin, she put on a little exhibition, modeling her outfit in various poses as she flaunted her superiority and beauty to her growing and increasingly loyal following.

(7)

The beach was a hit with the girls. Every one of them piled out of Malcolm’s custom-order tour bus and dashed onto the sand the moment that they got the go-ahead to do so. Each of them were splashing and playing in the surf with Katie and Sophie while Malcolm and Kelly stayed behind to help Emily set up beach umbrellas and massive towels for everyone to lounge on. Originally, several of them had attempted to do the work FOR her, but Emily insisted that while she had acknowledged their enthusiastic initiative, she didn’t like having work taken from her and opted to do it herself.

Kelly had approached Emily on the side, eager to speak with her, but had a good deal of difficulty getting her alone what with Malcolm doting on his girlfriend. To her surprise however, it was Emily who looked nervous and jittery.

“Hey Emmers…You feeling alright?” She asked in her incredibly soft, feathery rasp of a voice.

Emily bounced her leg up and down a few times before turning over to Malcolm who was returning from the bus with the ice chest.

“Hey babe?” Emily called out. “I’m actually gonna take a walk with Kelly for a bit, do you mind?”

Malcolm looked perplexed, but concerned. “Sure! Is…uh…Everything alright?”

Emily smiled at him sweetly. “Yep. Everything’s good. Just need to talk about girly stuff, preferably without a man around overhearing and making us feel weird.”

Malcolm’s eyes shifted back and forth as he swallowed nervously, then took a breath. “…Just to get this out of the way…You’re not like…planning on breaking up with me, are you?” He jittered shakily, causing Emily to purse her lips into a pouty smile.

“No, you nerd. I have no interest in breaking up with you. Nor have I ever, nor have I gotten close to that. You’re fine.” She said.

The two of them moved to a secluded area near some bushes and looked around, both of their hearts racing unbeknownst to each other.

“Soooo…..What’s….goin on…?” Kelly asked, her massively round tits framed by her perfectly skinny body against the backdrop of the water.

(8)

Emily sighed, bouncing her leg again.

“Has Malcolm said or done anything weird around you lately?” She asked earnestly.

Kelly’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Uhhh, I mean, he’s been gone more, but I don’t think he’s been cheating or whatever.” She said cautiously.

Emily sighed and side-eyed her boyfriend in the distance, faking a smile and waving when he caught her looking at him, but then signaling him to stay away when he took the wave as a “come here” motion.

“That’s not what I’m worried about. He’s just been like…SUPER sweet lately and I keep catching him staring at me. He’s all smiley and has like that derpy ‘Oooh I love you so much’ face? I dunno. Maybe I’m freaking out over nothing.” Emily sighed, looking dismal and exhausted, but no less anxious.

Kelly pressed her arms against a nearby pole and began stretching. After a year and a half of being a yoga instructor, it wasn’t uncommon to see her passively going into various poses as an idle animation.

“You know..” She said, thoughtfully staring out at the ocean. “Not to be like…weird or whatever but like…He did ask me and Katie about getting like class rings with our house on them and stuff, but after we told him our ring sizes, he never really asked about it again.” She said thoughtfully.

Emily’s eyes went owl-wide and she gulped audibly. “When did this happen?” She asked in a calm tone dripping with poorly hidden anxiety.

“It was like two weeks ago I think?” Kelly said, clearly slow on the uptake.

“…Kelly. Did he ask Victoria or Sophie?” Emily probed, shaking.

“Nope. Just us. It surprised me because they were like right in the next room.” The skinny, ice blonde girl with the hypermassive chest said.

“……And he didn’t need to ask me because I told him you and I share jewelry…” Emily muttered.

“Kelly. Those class rings aren’t coming. He didn’t care about Katie’s ring size. He only wanted YOURS because he knew it would be the same as mine.”

Suddenly, Kelly flew upright, an intense look in her eyes. “OH MY GOD.”

Emily began breathing heavily. “OH MY GOD!!!” She reiterated, sending both of them into girly squealing fits that would stop and start up again over and over before the two of them resolved to shut up about it and not make any assumptions…or tip Malcolm off that they were onto him.

After several minutes of stunned breathing exercises, it was Kelly’s turn to make her move.

“So…Emmers? I actually have something I wanna talk to you about…” She began shyly, continuing as Emily seemed receptive to listening. “Did you know that you can actually go in and request a change in your student mantra and that’ll like…determine the classes you take and stuff?” Kelly asked.

“Uh huh. That’s basically what they do in the Course Correction classes, but no one really asks to switch major after like the first couple weeks.” Emily said with legitimate interest and concern.

“Well…I do have an idea for a change of major next year…but I can’t do it without your help….”

Emily tilted her head, squinting with uncertainty at what was being asked of her.

“…Okay….Well if you wanna change your major, that would come with a mantra switch and everything but as long as it gets approved, that’s no issue. Just tell me what it is and I’ll see what I can do to speed it along if that’s what you need.”

Kelly’s tanned face had turned blood red with embarrassment as she held out a folded piece of paper and said “I like where I am at, but I thought maybe I could switch out the ‘Tits On A Stick’ Nutrition focus to something like….this?”

Emily reached for the paper and unfolded it, curious as to what could be so embarrassing that her sister and housemate couldn’t look her in the eye. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked down and saw what had been written on the paper.

“It’s totally okay if not, but like it had been coming up a lot and like I just didn’t know how to”- Kelly gushed before being interrupted by a determined looking Emily.

(9)

“I’ll do everything I can to make it happen.” She said.