"You want me to what for sorority initiation??" Robin asked in disbelief. "Put on a string bikini and give lapdances at this one club," replied Jean, one of the 'Elder sisters' of Lamda Phi. "One of their members, Chris, is getting married and the patrons want to give Chris something to remember for a long time!" "B-b-but..." Robin began to protest. "No butts!" Jean, said, cutting her off in mid-sentence and to accentuate the point, she slapped Robin's butt HARD. "And it can't be just any string bikini....it has to be THIS one."
In Jean's hand was a tiny, almost floss-like pink string bikini that she ordered from the Wicked Weasel site. Robin was a small blonde girl of only 5'4" but even this bikini, ordered in the small size would barely cover her up. "You have got to be kidding me!" Robin protested. "I may as well go naked!" Suddenly, Jean smiled. The tall 6 foot young woman leaned in on Robin and remarked, "really?" "Nevermind!" Robin answered. "Do I really have to do this?" "Only if you want to join our sorority," Janet answered. "Think of all the hot guys that come to our sorority parties..."
"Alright," Robin said. "Where's this club located?"
Later that evening, Robin pulled up to a dark alley way in her little Jetta. Wearing only the tiny pink string bikini Jean ordered her to wear, an oversized cardigan shirt and a pair of sneakers, Robin got out of her car and walked to the door of the address Jean gave her. "3442 S. Kelly St," she muttered to herself, looking at the piece of paper in her hands. "Goddamn Jean...purposely making me wear a bikini that's way too small for me." Robin's bikini was in fact, SO tiny, that it offered the barest minimum coverage; just barely enough to cover her nipples and genitilia. One could plainly see (if she took off her cardigan shirt) her pubic hair ruffling out the top of her bikini bottom.
Robin could hear loud club music blasting from inside. Upon knocking on the door, she was surprised to see it open immediately. A tall woman over 6 feet in height, probably in her 30's, and sporting a shaved head gave her a big grin and said, "You must be Robin. We've been waiting for you. Come in." The tall lady's right arm went around Robin's waist as she led the smaller girl inside. Robin felt at ease with this woman. She seemed kind. The look in the older woman's face and her smile immediately put Robin at ease. "Thank God," she thought to herself. At least I won't be the only female at this bachelor party." Quickly taking off her Cardigan shirt, Robin was clad only in her pink string bikini and her little white sneakers. "So where's Chris?" Robin asked the tall lady. "I AM Chris," the tall lady replied. "This is my bacheloRETTE party."
At that point, Robin felt her heart drop to her toes. She looked around in horror, and much to her dismay, she saw a club full of women all staring at her. She deduced that this must be a lesbian club she was sent to. Robin quickly heard the door get shut and locked behind her. The fact that she was almost a full foot shorter than Chris pretty much ended any thoughts in her mind of trying to escape. Chris sat in a chair and patted her lap. "Come on, baby, gimme my money's worth." Robin hesitated. Chris' long thin arms reached out and she grabbed Robin by her waist and picked her up and pulled the little blonde on to her lap. Robin froze in horror. Here she was, wearing only a string bikini and little sneakers, sitting on the lap of this lesbian amazon, with the task of giving her lapdances all night. Robin could feel Chris' hands rubbing up and down her ribs and waist. Robin's predicament doubled; she was super-ticklish and didn't want anyone to know this and did all she could to not burst out in laughter with Chris' hands running up and down her bare sides. The fact that she was wearing a string bikini didn't help any either....
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