Frat parties were always an adventure. We would always go over with the sisterhood. The first few hours were just us getting wasted and helping the frat's pledges do their bitch work. There were other things we had to do like get our pledge books signed, usually for a price.

We had to get every Sister to sign our book. There were about 30 of them, and getting them to sign it usually involved me humiliating myself doing a wide range of activities. I remember for my very first signature, I had to empty a very full bucket puke bucket over my head. Chucks of someone's vomit poured down my hair and ran down my shirt, completely soaking it. That bitch made me sleep like that before she signed me off the next morning. I had to sleep on the dirty slimy basement floor, and the vomit reeked. I couldn't really sleep, I just shifted as the vomit dried in my hair. It never really dried in my panties.

 Another time a Sister made me take my top and bra off for the whole party, but not before writing "Grope Me" on my tits and Slut on my back. I had to dance all night wearing nothing but a short skit. Every few minutes I'd feel hands feel me up, and more than a few times I let someone slip their fingers in my panties. One of them turned out to be a Brother, which was fortunate for me. I ended up fucking him for the rest of the night, and he let me sleep in his bed until he kicked me out the next morning. I lost my panties somewhere in there, but i picked up a dirty shirt from his floor and did the walk of shame home.