The familiar sound of frat boys cheering fills Grace’s ears as champagne spills from her mouth into Maya’s, white foam bubbling down their chins and falling to their chests, rendering their skimpy tops semi-translucent. Giggling, the girls look at each other and smile, as members of the crowd encourage them to kiss. They happily oblige. Multiple phones take videos of blonde-haired Grace pressing her mouth against Maya's dark lips. They share the tart taste of champagne and the warm, buzzing thrill of putting on a show.

Below the noise of the crowd and the pulsing bass of the music, an encouraging voice whispered in Grace's head: “anything for attention.”

Two months earlier

“Yes Dad, I promise I won't get into any trouble.” With her belongings moved into her new dorm, Grace was anxious for her parents to leave and her college experience to truly begin. But it was a bittersweet parting for her dad, and he wanted to drag the process just a little bit longer.

“I’m sure you know this already, but your mother and I are very proud of you. It was a lot of hard work and effort on your part to get into this school. You’ve really grown into a responsible young…”

“Please don’t cry,” Grace said, with some embarrassment.

“What I’m trying to say is,” her dad continued after pulling himself together, “we trust that you’ll be able to hit the ground running here and be successful in college. You know you’ll always be our little girl.”

Despite her family’s reassurance, Grace found her first few weeks on campus overwhelming. She was away from home for the first time, trying to make new friends, and already her classes were piling on the work. Her natural tendency was to fret and stress herself into a tizzy when it came to academics, but she felt lucky to have the calming presence of her roommate Maya. The pair quickly became friends despite their different backgrounds. Grace was a child of southern affluence, and attended a competitive private high school. Maya’s parents were Indian immigrants who were excited to see their daughter go down the path of becoming a doctor. Both girls were breathing easier out from under the weight of their parents’ expectations.

It was Maya's idea to try out for a sorority. Grace had been concerned that rushing and social obligations would add to the blitz she was already dealing with, but it only took a little bit of coaxing from her roommate to conclude that she'd be missing out on a vital piece of the college experience if she didn't get involved in sorority life.

After trying out a few different houses, the pair both agreed on Delta Upsilon Mu as their sorority of choice. Grace was impressed by their values of “Positivity, Empowerment, and Public Service,” and there was an undeniable fun about the girls there. They all had bubbly, eager attitudes with an enthusiasm that proved contagious for Grace and Maya. It even seemed to extend beyond the sorority house; everyone reacted with excitement when they mentioned which chapter they were pledging to. Grace felt that everything she learned about Delta Upsilon Mu reaffirmed her decision to join it–until initiation night.

“I have to go around dressed like this!?”

A white top tied across her chest struggled to contain Grace’s breasts. Her stomach was on full display, and the tiniest of red plaid skirts left her feeling very exposed. No underwear had been included with her schoolgirl uniform. There was, however, a leather collar. It was tight around her neck, and Grace’s overall discomfort was heightened by the fact that an attached leash was being held by her assigned Big Sister, Lexi.

“Isn’t this kind of at odds with the whole empowerment thing?” She asked, expressing doubt for the first time in the pledging process.

“Not at all!” The brunette sophomore reassured her. “Being confident in your body, not being ashamed to show it off, that’s part of what being DUM is all about!”

Grace smiled uneasily; it still sounded funny to her when someone said the sorority’s acronym out loud. At that moment, Maya walked in on a leash by her Big Sister. Rather than another schoolgirl outfit, Maya was wearing an equally skimpy version of the French maid cliche. Grace’s eyes were drawn to her roommate’s legs, which appeared like miles of exposed almond-colored skin between her short black skirt and high heels. The pledges silently acknowledged the embarrassment they were experiencing.

“Don’t think about who or what might be out there, just hold your heads up high and walk proud,” Lexi advised them.

Blindfolds were wrapped over their eyes, rendering Grace and Maya unable to see. Then, headphones blocked out the world around them, replacing it with a soundtrack of whispered words in women's voices.

“Every girl wants to be DUM. Being DUM is the best! You want to be DUM.”

These phrases softly repeat themselves, overlapping and interweaving like a fugue. Grace was concerned at first by the content of these lines, but she found the sound they created oddly soothing. She appreciated that it gave her mind something to focus on other than the shame of her current circumstances. Feeling a tug at her collar, Grace put one foot in front of the other, and Maya followed behind.

“DUM girls make every party better. DUM girls don't think, they act. Wouldn't it be better not to think?”

Maya nodded without realizing it. The pair were being led through a long hallway, unaware of the audience on both sides of them. Guys openly ogled and objectified the pledges:

“Fuck, the thighs on that schoolgirl.” “Hey maid, I’ve got something you can clean!” “I bet she loves getting spanked!”

But the girls didn't hear any of these remarks from the crowd. They heard instead the layered mantras in their headphones.

“DUM girls love to show off. DUM girls know that their bodies are more valuable than their minds. Attention is validation.”

The boys had been instructed not to touch the pledges, but some daring audience members reached out to lift up a skirt. Neither girl was wearing panties underneath their assigned uniform. They made no sign of noticing. At the end of the hallway, the girls entered a large room, where more than a dozen guys, selected from each of the campus fraternities, stood waiting for them. Maya and Grace had their bodies examined from every angle by the approving crowd. Obediently following the command of their headphones, each girl bent forward, exposing their clean-shaven freshman holes to the frat boys behind them.

“Repeat after me: I love being stared at.”

In unison, Grace and Maya echoed their instructions, earning laughs and cheers from the crowd that was cramming for a better view. Each of their pussies glistened with visible wetness.

“I would do anything for attention.”

More applause, and the sound of zippers being lowered.

“I am proud to be DUM.”

—

Grace's mind is blissfully free from worry. She isn't thinking about the poor grade she got on her economics mid-term, or the English paper due on Monday, or even the pictures of her surely being sent to social media right now. She knows that it's better not to think.

Her champagne-soaked chest presses up against Maya's as the DUM sisters continue their kiss. A chant forms in the audience of guys surrounding them:

“Clothes off! Clothes off! Clothes off!”

Each girl helps the other remove her top. Maya's perky brown b-cups are exposed first, quickly joined by the full, round tits belonging to Grace. They show off for the audience, groping and squeezing each other to everyone's delight.

“These boys really like us!” Grace says with pride.

“Every boy likes DUM girls,” Maya says, brainlessly echoing a refrain she heard on initiation night.

“Are you girls enjoying the attention you're getting?” An upperclassman in the crowd teasingly asks. He knows just how to motivate a DUM girl. The two standing topless in front of him excitedly nod in unison.

“I bet I could get you a lot more if you were down on your knees,” he says, holding a phone out in front of him. Grace and Maya don't hesitate, and the camera now has a perfect POV above them. They look directly at it, as if entranced. Their mouths hang open, DUMly, as multiple guys in front of them start to pull down their pants. Two Beta Iota Gamma boys step forward, place hands on Grace and Maya's heads, and thrust hard cocks into their waiting mouths.

Grace keeps her eyes open and up, just like she was taught, as the dick plunges into her throat. Alongside her, Maya's nose is pressed into the crotch of the frat boy who holds fistfuls of her black hair. The girls' heads are bounced into and out of these strangers' laps, and they remember the tips they've been given about controlling their gag reflexes. Dribbling drool adds to the mess on their chins, but of course they'll be far messier before the night is over.

Grace has her mouth passed to another impatient member of Beta Iota Gamma, and a new nine-inch cock tests what her throat can take. She feels proud that so many boys want to use her like this, and all she wants right now is to make them happy.

"God, I love DUM girls," he groans.