Party

I walked down the hall towards the sitting room where they were waiting for me, my heels clicking on the floor. I felt self-conscious, nervous, shy.

"Well don't just stand there, come closer, let's see," one of them said. They were sitting next to one another on a couch, both wearing dresses, though not as formal as mine. Ashley, the one who spoke, on my left; Mia on my right.

"Very nice," Mia, "so feminine, so pretty."

"I...I'm not sure about this," I mumbled.

"Not sure about what?" Ashley asked.

"Going...going to a fraternity formal," I said, "I mean...like...dressed like this. This...this isn't exactly what I had in mind when I rushed last year."

"I think we're well past that now," Mia said. "Those kind of expectations, anyway. Boy expectations. I told you those had no place in that little mind of yours."

"Besides," Ashley said, "you already told him yes, it's not like you can change you mind now."

"I just...I don't know why he...I mean...why he'd want to take me."

"Want me to let you in on a little secret about men? If they think they're getting a blow job at the end of the night, they don't care about that little thing you have tucked between your legs. It's as much a non-entity to a man as it is to us."

"Ashley!"

"Don't Ashley me," she narrowed her eyes, glared at me. "We talked about this, you will give him a blowjob at the end of the night; he's buying you dinner and taking you to a formal; that's the minimum he'll expect, isn't it, Mia?"

Ashley reached over to Mia, touched her leg. She knew what she was doing, knew how I'd react. She and Mia were always using their sexuality to tease me, control me.

Mia smiled when she saw my face grimace. "Getting a bit tight down there, isn't it?" she asked.

I looked down, blushed; I hated it when they teased me about the chastity cage. 

"Besides," Mia said, "if you don't give him a blowjob, he's likely to want more. Your call, I suppose."