Chapter three: Darling

Anxiety took over me. I had to wait until the next day to join them. So I took advantage of my paycheck and bought some new clothes.

After all, it was a Sorority of preppy girls, stylish girls. So I had to present myself with good character.

When night fell, I headed to the place. I noticed the mansion and, curiously, at night the windows were open, and it seemed like people were coming and going. Life there happened at night...

When there was one minute left, I ran to the other side of the street. And I waited by the clock, until midnight on the dot, when someone opened the door, it was Solane.

"Hello! It's been a while!"

"Hi! I didn't forget your invitation." I presented the card again, Solane smiled and invited me in. She looked at my outfit. I was wearing a plaid dress, somewhere between gray and dark, white gloves and a pretty bag. I didn't wear pink that night because the mansion was already all pink and I didn't want to clash with the standard color of the place.

"I like your style!"

"Cool, I bought it special for today."

"You're the perfect girl we needed, we wouldn't ask for anything less than a good presentation."

I sighed deeply and asked: "So, how does the acceptance work? Do I have to take an admission test?"

"Your only test now is to be accepted by Ashley!"

"Who is she?"

"The current leader of the Sorority!"

"She's..like? Cool, angry, stern!?"

"She's a vampire!"

There was a sarcastic tone that I hadn't understood at first, and Solane noticed my ignorance.

"Vampire?!"

Solane laughed.

"She'll suck your soul until she's sure you're worthy of walking with us."

Twin sisters Tifany and Tayla stood together in the hallway, like two pillars wearing identical outfits and spoke:

"She! Wants to see the Profane!"

So I was taken to this person who was the current leader of Pink Flavor Drops.

I walked through those two, as if I were crossing the threshold of a new challenge.

The walls were all pink, some details were red. I followed them to a large room where two curtains tied at the waist delimited the space.

Inside I heard conversations and when I entered I heard a deadly silence. Then I saw that scene before me.

There was a large white, half-moon shaped couch that dominated the place, on it sat the sorority's Veterans, behind each one, there was a young woman standing, all well dressed, with expensive jewelry from neck to arm. Solane sat next to the central figure. Ashley!

There really was something strange about Ashley. Her style was to die for. She was tall, blonde, and very beautiful. Her smile and eyes were piercing. She was wearing black, a black velvet dress that covered her large breasts and legs. Her legs were long and sensual. I wasn't a lesbian, but I must admit that I found her very beautiful. She had a pearl necklace around her neck, and she was smoking a cigarette with a gold holder, like those women from the 1920s.

Before them was a glass table, the figure of which resembled a man on all fours holding the heavy glass on his back, its style reminiscent of Art Deco. Ashley tapped her cigarette to remove some of the ash into an ashtray, which was held up by Solane, to prevent her from the fatigue of having to stretch her slender body towards it. After blowing a smoke into the air, she asked me:

" What's your name, darling?"

" My name is Erika Mina! Nice to meet you, Miss Ashley!"

Another drag, another question.

"Why do you want to join our sorority?"

"Because I'm a preppy girl, and every preppy girl should be in good company, that is, with other people with cool style."

Ashley looked me up and down, taking in my outfit.

"Summer collection?"

"Yes!" I said, spinning around on my own axis, showing off my clothes, and I finished by saying, "Do I at least pass the style test?"

Ashley smiled, "Style is the first approval in our sorority, and you passed that one."

I clapped my hands three times in joy.

"Calm darling, sweetie, you haven't been accepted yet. Your outfit has been accepted..."

So I got straight to the point. "So what do I need to do to join your group...to the Pink Flavor Drops?"

"It's just like the army here, darling. You have to obey your superiors."

I nodded my agreement.

"Here we have three hierarchies: Darling, Friend and Diva! You will be called Darling, until you complete one year among us, after that you can be called Friend and in the last year of college you will have the right to call yourself Diva, Currently, I and those sitting next to me carry such a title. AThose who are standing are our Friends,There are others Darlingsjust like you, who are back there."

"The first rule of the Darlings is to say nothing for a year, until someone from the Sorority speaks to them. Only Friends can speak here. Your duties here include cleaning our humble home at least once a week. From the floor to the dishes. You will have to pick up our clothes from the dry cleaners and do the shopping for us during the day, and receive our orders as well. Most of them arrive during the day and we cannot receive them..."

I was going to ask why, but I followed the rule and remained silent. Ashley continued:

"And you'll have to do something else for us..."

I immediately thought about sex. Would I have to have a lesbian orgy? Would I have to lick someone? Or be licked? Nothing against lesbians, but I'm not a lesbian. But the request was weirder than I imagined.

"You'll have to donate blood, for us!"

"Blood?!" I broke the rule of silence, this was unusual for me.

"Yeah, Blood!" Ashley said with a mischievous smile on her face, she certainly knew that I hadn't understood that obscure purpose. But she explained:

"I know you're wondering why, the reason is that we have a little health problem and we need blood transfusions constantly, and we don't go to the blood donation center to receive blood from just anyone... our veins only accept Pink Flavor blood... blood from another preppy girl..."

What a strange request.

"So, do you agree? If you accept these things, you will have the privilege of walking with us and receiving a series of treats that only we are entitled to."

How could I say no to them?

"I accept!"

"Great!" Ashley exclaimed. "And to demonstrate your commitment to the Sorority, you will have to donate the first dose of your blood now. So we can run some tests...you know, check if you don't have any diseases."

"O.K!"

Ashley snapped her fingers, and the Darlings on the wall went to a piece of furniture and pulled out blood-sucking equipment. They made me sit in an armchair, where my blood was collected. Solene and other "Friends" helped, some of whom had medical knowledge.

They removed about two hundred milliliters of my blood. I felt dizzy and weak, but I was given a tub of ice cream. Ashley seemed happy with the blood. I even heard her comment to another one (I love newbie blood, theirs brings a taste of novelty and excitement.) I didn't understand at the time.

After my collection, Ashley said to me:

"You are now a low-ranking member of our sorority. I'll be back this week, one of your fellow Darlings will give you instructions on the tasks. Bye, you can go."

I was taken to the door accompanied by the twins. I looked at their arms, several of them had needle puncture marks.

“Do you donate blood too?!"

To which they both replied together, “Every week! Twice!”

“And now what do I do?”

“Go home,” one of them replied, the other added, “Drink plenty of water and rest.”

And the two ended up saying together,

“We’ll be waiting for you next week!”

They closed the door and locked it.

I went back to the house, weak and tired.