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Author's note: This story was broken in two parts, the first part is all plot development and the introduction of new characters. The second part will have a bigger focus in sex. I decided to break the story like that so that if someone is not interested in the kinks present on the second part they can keep following the plot.

“That whore is to receive not a single penny more than what we agreed!"

Christina winced at her father's outburst, but for once, he was screaming at his phone and not at her. He shoved the cellphone back in his pocket as he barged inside her dormitory room. Muttering curses under his breath, he shoved his hands on the other pocket, digging for his cigar pack.

Her father looked around the room, scowling. The recent call with his lawyer hadn't helped his already choleric humor. His black hair was thinning on top and the sweat made his greasy forehead shine. His once fine suit was badly wrinkled and stained.

“These are a lot smaller than I remember," he'd done nothing but complain on the ride up from the city, his voice echoing around the car for hours on end. As if it weren't his choice to send her to this Godforsaken university.

He decided. Christina paid the price.

“Your roommate should be here soon. I had my people check her out," he lit a cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke in the small dorm room. “She is studying to become a nun, brought up in a very religious house. Exactly the kind of company you need right now."

Christina knew that was her cue to look ashamed, but she had grown tired of it. How could she feel ashamed by something she hadn't done? If her mother wanted to go around having sex with gryphons, why does she needed to pay the price?

“Perfect," Christina grunted. “Can we go look around the campus now? If I have to spend the next four years in the middle of nowhere, then I better know this place before the classes start next week."

In truth, she just wanted any excuse to get out of the cramped room. Her father would end up filling it with the acrid smell of his cigarettes if she allowed him to start one of his long, rumbling speeches.

Her father considered this as he smoked and paced around the tiny place. “We should start with the church; they have a big one here on the campus. You should spend a lot of time there, praying. Being grateful you got this opportunity."

Because of 'her mother's incident', as he now referred to it, he had already spent a considerable amount of time and money trying to bury the incident, but it seemed more videos propped up every day. Even worse, her mother seemed perfectly content with her newfound fame, she had even asked for a divorce, but her father had denied it adamantly. He had threatened to use all the resources of his firm to pursue legal action against her, including criminal charges that could land her in jail if she insisted on the idea of a divorce.

His reputation had already been tarnished enough by the incident, if he now allowed her to divorce him, then he could risk even losing his position on the family firm.

The two of them had very publicly announced they were going to a couple's therapy spa in some hippie resort while things settle down for a month or two, hopping some other internet sensation would take its place. This of course, left Christina as a loose thread.

His initial plan had been to keep her close, under lock and key as she had been most of her life, but his sister changed his mind. Aunt Margaret blamed the problems on her “Too secular" education.

“Schools these days are nothing but the training grounds for sluts and communists," the woman said. “Send her to Mallowic University. They will teach her traditional family values!" Margaret sneered. “You been too soft on her and her mother."

Christina hated the woman, but there was little she could do. She never had had to work before, never had even needed to think about saving money so she couldn't pay for college by herself. Sometimes she entertained the notion of running away, but she'd seen what happened to runaways in the news, they always ended thrown in some ditch or dead in some drug den.

Christina shivered just thinking of it. Even this college couldn't be as bad as that.

They went to the church, which was one of the oldest buildings on the campus, a gothic style monstrosity that towered over the newer buildings. All the new buildings were smaller, as if ashamed of growing taller than the church. Even being tucked amidst the mountains, the campus seemed to have all the modern necessities that Christina could wish for, there was even a Starbucks tucked in one corner of the campus.

They stopped in front of a green field surrounded by bleachers, under the mellow sun a variety of sports team ran through some calisthenics on the field. The boys all had the same well cultivated, bland good looks.

“You should go to every game, get yourself a proper boyfriend," he was smoking another cigarette as they watched the young men go through their paces.

“I don't want a boyfriend, I thought I came here to get a proper education, not hunt around for a husband," Christina grunted, she knew she was trying his patience, but even a good girl had to make her mind known sometimes.

“That's what your mother used to say, but she was quick to drop everything and marry me," he ground the cigarette stub under his foot. Her father pointed at her to emphasize his disgust. “You better get rid of this attitude before you ruin whatever's left of our family reputation after your mother decided to go around fucking gryphons on the street!"

His use of the word reputation immediately made Christina clench her teeth. She had grown with his pedantic obsession with the reputation they had amidst the high class, the constant parties, the constant social meetings where she was forbidden from talking with such and such, the unending gossip and rumors.

“Fine," she said sternly, and when he didn't budge, Christina rolled her eyes and walked back to her dormitory.

“You're going to join a sorority." He said as they started back up the steps to her dorm room. The way he said it meant she had no choice in the matter. For a moment her anger at having her life so completely managed by him drowned out all sense of despair.

“I don't like these groups, can't I stay in…"

He turned so suddenly she drew back on the stairs. His voice was almost a hiss in the quiet. “You will join a sorority so that there are people watching you and keeping you from your weaknesses and mistakes. No daughter of mine is going to… ruin our family's reputation." He turned away and continued up the stairs, muttering, “Not if I have anything to do with it."

Christina saw nothing but black walls that seemed to be closing in on her. A little part of her had hoped he wouldn't be able to keep that close of an eye on her from the city, but if she was going to be surrounded by spies the whole time, what was the use?

“Hi, I'm Emily!" The way too cheerful voice of her new roommate greeted them at the door. She looked everything perky and suburban, almost a doll that had come to life. The two girls shook hands.

“I know you'll keep an eye on our Christina. She's not the most smart of girls. There was a bit of trouble in our family, but I hope you can give her all all the support she needs to keep on the righteous path."

Christina wanted to sink into the floor. Bad enough that her roommate would think she was stupid, but such a baby, too. She did her best to meet Emily's cheery smile but it felt sickly on her lips.

“We first year gals have to stick together. We'll be best pals in no time."

*****

The welcoming party on the next morning didn't live up to its name.

Christina sat down in a small coffee house overlooking the campus, she had spent most of the morning meeting with overly-eager representatives from the local sororities, making her way amidst crowded houses.

Now the sun was setting, and other than a lone guy nursing a cup of coffee she was finally alone. She looked through the window on her right, the university campus stretched as far as she could see, in the distance she could see the sororities houses with the figures of a few stragglers walking around. A mist was descending over the city, lending it an almost surreal atmosphere.

A coffee cup sat in front of her, tendrils of steam drifting off on the breeze. She felt completely tired, and the year hadn't even started yet.

Christina glanced up as the door of the coffee house opened, admitting a gust of wind that chilled her spine. A young, tall woman walked in with the last of the breeze, and Christina was surprised by the slight disquiet she felt when she saw her.

Maybe it was her height, she was damn near 6 feet tall, or maybe it was the way she carried herself, confident, decided. Maybe it was only that she seemed totally unaware of how imposingly good looking she was.

"You are Christina, right?" She took the chair in front of Christina without even asking, not that Christine felt she could have denied anything to the tall amazon.

"Y…Yes," she answered staggering, she felt like a deer caught in the sight of a wolf. Somehow, she was sure that this was exactly the kind of problem her father had been trying to keep her away from.

"Good," the woman smiled, putting a business card on the table. "I'm Michelle, from the Omega Sorority. We are a small house, not much history or prestige yet, but we take care of each other."

“I was planning to pledge with Delta," Christina replied in a sigh. “My aunt was a Delta and she has already pulled a few strings for me and my roommate to get in together."

“No harm in checking us out, too, unless you've already made your mind up. We are newer than the Deltas, and smaller, but we like to think of it as cozy and intimate."

“Cozy sounds good," Christina said, looking over the business card so that she wouldn't lose herself in Michelle's striking dark eyes.

“The Deltas are the best for a lot of people," Michelle said, looking only at Christina, there were golden flecks in her dark eyes. “But there are some people that are looking for something different."

Christina fiercely guarded her privacy. It was not only instinctual, it was learned. She fought the urge to get up and walk out of the coffee house. This woman was not part of her family, she was just trying to be friendly.

"Maybe I'm like most people, Michelle."

"You don't need to be," Michelle replied.

She contemplated how much she wanted to share. Her social interactions were molded by a lifetime in the high society, a rigid hierarchical world where relationships were defined and shaped by rank and politics. There were unspoken rules determining where you ate, where you slept, and whom you could and could not sleep with. There were ways around those rules if you were careful, and so inclined. Christina had never found the need to challenge them, but she was far from naive about the consequences. Revealing one's thoughts, and certainly one's feelings, could be dangerous and in some instances, deadly.

She took a sip from her coffee.

After more than twenty years of marriage her mother had decided to completely screw everything just because she was feeling horny one morning and now Christina would have to pay for her bad decisions for the rest of her life.

"I'll give it a thought," Christina replied dryly.

Michelle passed her fingers on her short hair, a tiny smile in her mouth. Her dark eyes seemed to be drilling into Christina's soul, daring her to say more.

"I'm sure you will love it," Michelle responded cheerfully.

Before Christina could say anything, two men sat themselves down, one was blonde the other black haired, and resembled each other enough that they had to be brothers. They were silently watching the two woman and she had the sinking feeling that they were toying with her as though she were a trapped mouse.

“How about we take you girls to drink something stronger?" The blonde one said, putting a hand on Christina's shoulder. The girl flinched visibly.

“No, thanks," Michelle said coldly.

Black hair's hand moved to her back, and Michelle slapped it away unceremoniously.

Christina's grip on the coffee bottle tightened as the two men seemed incapable of getting the hint, the blond one settled his hand against her stiff back. “We don't usually find pretty girls in a place like this."

“Sorry, but we are having a private conversation," Michelle replied drily.

“Come on," the blond-haired one grinned widely. “Only one drink."

Christina pursed her lips. This was exactly the kind of guy her father would want her to date.

Michelle shook her head, standing up off the chair. "We need to wake up early tomorrow, if you excuse us we will be leaving."

"Wait, that's it?" The black-haired frowned at the two of them. "The two of you are being stuck-up bitches! We are just trying to be nice here!"

Christina flinched, but Michelle stood up, tugging Christina with her. “We are just leaving," she ignored them and rushed Christina out the door and into the street with a shudder.

“Thank you," Christina said when they were out on the street.

“No worries," Michelle smiled. “If you want to thank me, then come see our house tomorrow."

“I'll try to appear," Sandra said. “But it's not only up to me, I would have to convince my aunt too."

“We can arrange something," Michelle winked. “Tomorrow morning then, we will have cupcakes."

With a peck to Christina's cheek, Michelle waved a short goodbye.