[M4F] The Sorority Bake Sale

Last summer, I found the perfect house in the town I was moving to. The neighborhood was quiet, the university I'd be working at is just a couple blocks away, and the price was a steal. I visited in early June and was signing the paperwork by early July. When August came around, I learned why it seemed too good to be true. If I hadn't been so quick to close the deal, I might have seen that the house was in the same neighborhood as the Greek housing.

Sorority coeds filled many of the houses just one street over by mid-August, and the mixers, parties, and other soirees brought in many more people at all hours. I prepared myself for a nightmare of a situation, but it hasn't really been that bad. The weekends can be a bit rowdy, but the girls have been friendly to me and my dog every time we're out for a walk. They're also very active in keeping the community clean, and many of them do a ton of fundraising. I was seeing signs lately around the neighborhood for the Phi Delta Annual Bake Sale. Above the date and time (Saturday from 10am to 5pm) was the amount they raised last year for an MLS charity, and my jaw dropped when I first saw it.

"How the hell did they raise $24,000 with a bake sale?" I asked my dog who was more interested in a nearby squirrel than my question.

As I continued to ponder my question, I heard more and more about the bake sale as a number of the Phi Delta sisters were taking to the streets themselves to advertise, wearing nothing more than red or purple tank tops with the sorority letters on them and cut off jean shorts. They handed out fliers outside gyms, office parks, anywhere that people were going. If I'd been paying attention, I might have noticed that these young women were largely approaching men with their fliers. One even got to me.

"Be sure to come by our bake sale this weekend," the grinning brunette said as she handed me the brightly colored paper, her tits straining against the one size too small tank top. "And be sure to ask about the secret menu. And bring plenty of cash."

I wanted to ask her more, but she winked and sauntered off before I could get any other questions out. Curiosity was getting the better of me, so when Saturday came I put the dog on a leash and took her for a mid morning stroll. It was only 9:30, so this bake sale wouldn't be happening yet, but I could scope it out and see what kind of treats could help bring in such large sums.

The morning was mild with a touch of early fall chill. I had on a pair of jeans and t-shirt on my tall and toned frame, the occasional breeze making me wish I'd opted for a light jacket. It was early still for Greek activities, so it was largely the sounds of lawn equipment I heard as we strolled along the sidewalk. We turned down sorority row and I spotted Phi Delta about halfway down the block. Large signs adorned the front of the yard with the words "Bake Sale Today!" visible from far off. Some streamers and banners had been tastefully set up to give it more of a festive feel. As I approached, I spotted two sizable tables being set up in front of the large brick house. Four of the girls were arranging baskets and sheets of goodies under the direction of two slightly older women, likely former sisters who still came back to help with things like this. I must have been lingering a bit because one of the older women spotted me and approached.

I couldn't quite tell her age, but she had to be in her mid-20s. He blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and I swear her light green eyes were looking me over as she approached. She wore a Phi Delta tank top and jean shorts, fitting in with the other girls in similar uniform.

She smiled at me and asked, "Coming for the bake sale?" The Tennessee twang in her voice surprised me.

"I'm just taking a look," I told her. "I was curious what you'd be selling to raise so much money." My eyes looked beyond her as we spoke and I saw cookies, brownies, and cakes on the tables, but unless they were selling them at 25 bucks a piece, I still didn't know how they could be reaching such high numbers.

When I looked back at the blonde, I saw a mischievous grin upon her lips. "We make most of our money off our secret menu items," she said.

I nodded, "Yeah, I'd heard about that. Are those like custom orders? Or large batch stuff?"

She took a half step back and gestured for me to follow, "Come take a look for yourself."

I fell in step with her, walking towards the tables. We went past them, walking on over to the porch where a smaller, unmanned table waited. She reached behind it and pulled out a binder, placing it on the table for me to examine. A sheet on the front had the house's crest emblazoned on it with the words "Secret Menu" typed in fancy font. I flipped open the binder and could barely believe my eyes.

Each page was labeled as an item one might expect to find at a bake sale, but they were not the treats I was expecting. It was a binder full of girls, their real names unlisted with names like Cookie, Blondie, Brownie, and Snickerdoodle used instead. Each page had a photograph and some basic information about them, including what they would be willing to do in the bedroom. I saw a couple package deals, and even a few had pairing suggestions if you wanted to order more than one thing at a time. When I saw the prices, everything clicked into place. This was how they made so much money.

"All the girls in the book are doing this voluntarily," she explained as I looked them over. "They're clean and discreet, and both parties are kept anonymous. Prices are non-negotiable and must be paid up front in cash. They buy you one hour with the treat of your choice with additional hours available at the same rate. Some girls may be willing to perform extra acts for extra cash, but that can be discussed privately with them." She paused and glanced at her phone. "We're not technically open yet, but everyone's just about in position. If you wanted to order something, it would be ready for you right at 10."

I looked up at her face, seeing her eyeing me curiously. I took one more look at the page I was on and thought about the wad of cash sitting on my dresser from selling that couch the other day. "I'll need to run home and get my cash," I explained, "but I'm ready to order."

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If you made it this far, then I assume the idea of a sorority turning into a brothel under the guise of a bake sale is interesting to you as well. This could either be a one off where I get what I ordered and we have our fun before going our separate ways, or it could be the start of something more. Maybe we know each other before hand, or this leads to a further relationship like a professor and a student or a secret affair. Whether this is short or long term, I would like there to be a bit of build up at the start, some banter to get us in the mood. I'm looking for someone creative and descriptive.

The question is now, what page am I on that's caught my attention? That's what I'd like for you to fill out.

Name: (Use some kind of bake sale treat)

Photo: (Provide a description, or a photo reference if you prefer)

What's included: (The kinks you'd like to include)

Price:

Anything extra: (Any pairings if you're into group stuff? Anything else I've missed you want to include?)

Feel free to let me know if there's anything extra you want to add as well, like if we know each other and how. And be sure to let me know if this will be short or long term.

Almost all kinks are good with me, but I won't do anything involving non-consent/rape, gore, beastiality, death, or scat.