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Date: 9/19/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: visioneer, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

“This has got to be the sickest stunt us Delts have ever pulled,” Phoebe whispered. “Poor Colleen.” “Shh,” Brooke said. She watched Colleen through the gauzy curtain surrounding the bed. “I mean it,” Phoebe said. “I could puke. How can she stay so cool?” “Because she’s Colleen,” Brooke snapped sotto voce . “She’s our president and she’s got Delta in her genes. Mother. Sister. Grandmother. All chapter presidents too, you know. In this very house.” “This very house we’re gonna loose.” “We are not losing our house. Money talks, sister.” “I can hear you whispering,” Colleen said. “It’s not helping.” Phoebe cleared her throat. “Sorry. Is the room okay? Did I get everything like you wanted? There wasn't much time and—” “It’s great,” Colleen said. “I’m just a little…gun-shy now the hour’s arrived.” “Cock-shy, you mean,” Brooke said. Phoebe glanced poisoned daggers at Brooke. “You sure you don’t want anyone else with you? I mean…Jesus, Collie, you don’t have to go through with this. There’s other ways.” “Other ways, yes,” Colleen said, stepping through the curtain. “But there’s no more time.” “I know, I know. A cashier’s check Monday or moving vans Tuesday.” “And bulldozers Wednesday,” Colleen said. “Old Greek Row…the last obstacle to our dear chancellor's grand vision. We’re the crown jewel. If we go down, the other houses fall like dominos. Shame on us for letting Bane’s piss away so much history for parking lots and a cafeteria.” Phoebe sniffed. “We could call alumnae. Solicit ... donations—” “We are not beggars,” Colleen said. “That’s not the Delta way. Even if there were time.” “And this is?” Phoebe’s eyes teared. “Cry and I’ll totally lose it.” Colleen hugged Phoebe. “Hey, where’s your Delta spunk? In twenty years we’ll meet here for a reunion and we’ll know it was us, Delta Sigma Epsilon class of ’16, who saved this place. And we’ll laugh our asses off at how we did it.” Phoebe nodded. “Okay, Collie. But we’re all getting drunk after this.” “You know it, sister,” Colleen said. “Purple shit-faced drunk.” She swatted Phoebe’s butt and pushed her toward the door. “Now get out there, control freak. That’s where we, where I, need you.” Brooke locked the door. Colleen’s room, the ‘presidential suite’ the girls called it because it had its own bathroom, had been emptied of everything except a bed, a chair, and a table. Colleen stood with her hands clasped under her chin staring at the floor. The charisma and confidence that made her such a terrific leader had suddenly turned inside out. “Collie?” Brooke said. “Yeah?” “We need to let ‘em know downstairs.” Colleen ignored Brooke. Her hands moved, wistfully gathering her hair and twisting it into a bun. “Collie?” Brooke said. Colleen clenched a hair pin between her teeth. “Don’t rush me.” Brooke waited. The bass track of a rap song filtered through the floor. Colleen finished her hair and rubbed her palms on her khaki shorts. “Brooke, I’m gonna do it.” “Collie?” Brooke said gently. “Yeah?” “If you’re going to ...