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Summer room and board in exchange for services rendered at Alpha Pi Gamma Sorority House.*

Requirements:

-Male

-Age 21-23

-Athletic and in good health

-Be willing to get dirty

-Fit other physical criteria as evaluated during interview

Text Stephanie Wilson, AΠΓ House Secretary, for all inquiries: 867-5309-XXXX

I read the ad on the coffee shop notice board above the milk, cream, and sugar. It caught my eye because it was the only one in bright pink. Could this be the break that I was looking for?

I was one week out from spring semester finals and had just learned that my summer apartment had fallen through. I had been panic-searching the internet and local ads for anyone looking for a roommate last minute. I needed to be close to campus so that I could get through my three summer courses, but I was feeling shit outta luck. I was going mad cooped up in my room scrolling, so I decided to take a late afternoon coffee break before I started texting everyone I knew looking for a room.

And here it was. My golden ticket. I whipped out my phone and immediately texted this Stephanie person as I added a splash of half & half to my iced coffee. I had a few classes with some of the girls from alpha pi gamma and they were chill enough. How bad could it be to live with a few of them?

By the time I stirred my coffee and sat down with my laptop I already had a response:

“Thank you for your interest in the live-in position with AΠΓ House. Please fill out the following application and we will get back to shortly.”

I clicked the link and scrolled through the lengthy application surprised at how in-depth it was. I cracked my knuckles and got to work.

30 minutes later I had filled it out to the best of my abilities and hit submit. I found it odd how much they seemed to want to know about me, but I guess it sorta made sense that they would want a full background on someone they would be living with, especially a man.

They had asked about gym routine, dietary habits, extracurriculars, past sexual experiences, STD testing, career aspirations. They even required one headshot and another picture in which you could see me from head to toe. Oddly, they needed one reference from a past romantic partner (I was beyond grateful to still be on good terms with me ex-girlfriend, Katie, who turned out to swing the other way).

It also had me check off boxes of activities that I would be willing to perform. I read through the first few (laundry, cooking, bathroom cleaning, light gardening,…) and just decided to click “Yes” to all without reading through the rest.

If wasn’t in such dire straits I wouldn’t have been nearly as willing to go through all this, but here I was on the precipice of homelessness.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I hit “Submit.” I figured it was still a long shot, but it was certainly worth the attempt. Knowing I needed to keep searching, I returned my attention to the local facebook groups in hopes of finding another promising lead.

To my surprise, I received a call from Stephanie a mere fifteen minutes later.

“Hello, this is Jack,” I answered.

“Hiiiii Jack!” a bubbly voice exclaimed from the other end of the line. “This is Stephanie! We got your application and are very interested in you!”

“Oh great!!” I didn’t want to give away just how desperate I felt, but I couldn’t keep in my excitement.

“Yes. We would like to set up an interview with you. Are you available this evening by chance?”

“Absolutely! I’m free any time!” I said, not succeeding whatsoever in keeping it cool.

“Great! Please arrive at the house at 7pm. I’ll text you the address.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you then!”

“One more thing … We will require you to complete a full physical evaluation. Are you agreeable to that?”

“No problem!” I replied, though I certainly wondered what that might entail.

“Wonderful. See you in a couple hours,” she said as she hung up. I looked at my watch and realized that I didn’t have much time to waste.

——————

As I wandered down the sidewalk towards the address only a few blocks from campus, the house came into view. There were no questions as to which property belonged to the AΠΓ sorority. It was a gargantuan building and their Greek letters were broadly displayed on the front, although most of the large property was enshrouded by a tall hedge.

I had rushed home to shower and change after getting off the phone with Stephanie, ultimately decided on wearing a suit and tie for the interview. I knew that the Greek life enjoyed their formals and I wanted to make sure they knew I was taking this seriously.

I walked through the front gate and up the long walkway to the arched entrance feeling intimidated, but my fear of homelessness encouraged me onward. At precisely 6:59 PM I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

It popped open much more quickly than I expected, revealing a short brown-haired woman dressed in a bubble-gum pink sun dress. She wore a wide smile as she stuck out her hand, complete with matching pink polish. “Hi Jack! I’m Stephanie! Nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you, too,” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

“Come on in. We’ll be having the interview right in the parlor.”

I followed her into the massive home, which was just as ornate on the inside as outside. The foyer led to a grand staircase that looked fit for royalty. Despite the age of the house, it was kept up incredibly well and quite elegantly decorated. The sorority must have had deeper pockets than I realized.

We turned into one of the rooms off the foyer where two more woman sat on an antique coach, each wearing a different color sun dress.

“Hi, I’m Courtney!” said the one in the navy dress as she shook my hand.

“And I’m Nicole!” added the one in yellow.

“Very nice to meet you both,” I said.

“Please have a seat,” Stephanie said as she pointed to an old arm chair situated caddy-corner to the couch.

I was surprised how smoothly the conversation flowed as they casually asked me about my major, how my sophomore year had gone, and my general interests. As intimidating as the house had been at first, I was actually feeling very comfortable talking to these three. Each of them seemed to have a copy of my application on a clipboard in front of them as they took notes throughout the interview.

“I think that’s just about all the questions we have for you. Are you ready for the physical examination?” Stephanie asked. I nodded eagerly in response, hearing the grandfather clock in the corner strike 8pm. I was surprised that a full hour had passed since I arrived.

“Wonderful. We will bring in our resident nurse. Please strip down and she will join you in a moment.”

“Uh … all my clothes?” I asked cautiously as the three of them went to exit the room.

“You may leave on your underwear… For now,” Stephanie said with a bright smile as she pulled the door closed behind them.

When they said physical examination, I did not think they meant a medical exam. I was assuming they wanted me to prove that I could do the jobs that they would have for me. I gradually started to remove my clothes, attempting to fold them neatly and place them in a stack on the couch.

The nervousness that had dissipated during the course of our conversation was quickly returning as I sat back down in the arm chair, wearing only my blue boxers.

There was a knock in the door and a woman in scrubs pushed through the door, gloves on her hands and a stethoscope around her neck. She carried a clipboard that matched the ones of the other three women. She had dark skin and long, thick hair was pulled back into two pig tails. I tried to keep my eyes off of her chest where the material of her top was pulled tight over large tits.

“Hi, I’m Kendra,” she said as strode over to me. “I’m one of the sisters that graduated last year. Now I work as a nurse at the clinic down the street. I’ll be examining you today.”

“Great. Nice to meet you!” I tried to say enthusiastically, despite a sense of anxiety creeping over me.

She pulled another chair closer to the one I was sitting in, sat down, and began as if she was my normal primary care doctor: “You are 6’ 1”? 210 lbs?”

She asked about medical history, physical health indicators, and lifestyle factors like any other nurse would. She delved into my sexual history and asked me to pull up my last STI test through my doctor’s online portal, which seemed a little more targeted than usual, but I went along with it. She listened to my lungs and my heart. The rhythm of it began to set me at ease.

“Everything seems clear so far. You appear to be in excellent health. Now please stand.”

I stood up and she started looking at my body carefully from all different angles, circling me several times and touching me here and there. “You are quite muscular. Your daily workouts are really paying off. These defined abs are quite enticing,” she observed. That was something I had never heard from my own doctor before, but I had to admit I liked the attention.

“Why thank you,” I replied with a smile.

“One last thing to examine. Please lower your boxers.”

I felt my heart rate rapidly spike and I swallowed hard before grabbing the waistband of my underwear and pushing down.

“Oh my,” she said as my flaccid penis came into her view. My partners from the past had always said that they enjoyed what I had to offer, but I certainly never got tired of being admired. “That looks healthy, but I need a closer look,” she went on.

She fell to her knees in front of me and brought her eyes close to package, close enough that I could feel her breath on my scrotum. My cock twitched at the sensation, but I did my best to keep it relaxed.

“You are very well manicured,” she observed. I was suddenly grateful for my regular manscaping routine to keep my pubes nice and tidy.

Without asking permission, she raised her gloved hands to my soft member and lifted it. As much as I had been trying to avoid getting an erection, her action set things in motion that I could no longer control and I gradually started to stiffen.

“There we go,” she encouraged. “Impressive self control thus far, but feel free to let your body respond naturally.” She gripped my shaft with her left hand while her right cupped my balls. She began to massage them, though I could not tell if this was to assess for lumps or for my pleasure. Either way, it felt quite nice and my dick continued to grow in response.

“Nice, heavy testicles,” she commented. “No irregularities. Good veining and the perfect curve,” she added, bringing her attention to my fully engorged member. She joined her hands together on my shaft, no longer quite able to grip its full circumference with one hand. They slid up along my length, eliciting a dribble of pre-cum.

She rubbed her thumb along the tip and and smeared it around my head and down my shaft, helping to reduce the friction as she began stroking more quickly. This was certainly unlike any medical exam I encountered before, but I was not complaining.

She worked herself up into a consistent rhythm as I groaned in pleasure, appreciating the turn of events that led me to this moment. She watched my face as I looked down at hers, clearly enjoying the paces that she was putting me through. “Yes, I think the house will certainly enjoy this,” she commented, though I was unsure if this was more to herself or to me.

Her hands moved more and more rapidly. As my pre-cum became insufficient for her speed and force, she took matters in her own hands. She spit on my dick and used her saliva to lube things up. Her skill was evident as she knew exactly where to apply more and less pressure, even including some degree of twisting at certain points in her stroke. Before long (though hopefully long enough for her evaluation) I felt that familiar sensation down in my balls.

“I think I’m gonna come,” I gasped in between moans.

“Excellent. Please take over and come on my tits,” she instructed flatly as if this was any other aspect of the medical evaluation. But I could not believe what I was hearing and seeing.

She reached down to grab the bottom of her scrub top and pulled up both it and the undershirt she was wearing below, exposing a pair of glorious tits. They had dark areolae around firm nipples, one of which was pierced. She did not take the shirts all the way off, but lifted them to her collarbone, providing me with a lovely target to aim for.

I quickly gripped my cock and knew that it would only take a couple of pumps before I was over the edge, especially with the view.

I felt the surge run up my shaft and then my orgasm hit me. I shivered as the first blast of cum hit her square in the chest. Then the second one painted her left tit. With each successive blow I attempted even coverage, my cock continuing to spasm in my hand as her chest gradually turned from chocolate brown to snow white until I eventually stopped spurting.

“Fuck that felt good,” I sighed. I looked down at her smiling face, my cock slowly softening and her tits glistening with my seed.

“Very well done. A wonderful sample, indeed!” she said as she stood. “I guess I don’t really need these any more.” She lifted her shirts up over her head and removed them completely, her tits bouncing with her movement and little white globules dripping from the ends of her erect nipples.

“That will conclude the physical examination. I will discuss my observations with the interview committee and they will return shortly. Please get dressed and have a seat.” She turned away from me and headed for the door. As she exited, I thought that I might have seen her wipe a dollop of semen off her chest and place it in her mouth, but I couldn’t quite tell.

My mind continued to reel in disbelief over what had just occurred as I pulled my boxers back up and began to clothe myself again.

Deciding to forgo the suit jacket at this point, I plopped back into the comfortable chair, reflecting on how wildly different this had been than what I anticipated.

Several minutes later, Stephanie, Courtney, and Nicole filed back into the room, each sporting wide grins across their excited faces.

Stephanie spoke first: “Well, Jack, we have some very good news. You have impressed us all immensely, and you have passed the physical examination with flying colors. We would like to offer you the live-in position her at AΠΓ House. If you accept, you can move in as soon as you would like.”

I couldn’t believe it. This morning I feared that I was on the edge of sleeping in a tent somewhere on campus, and now this evening I’m being offered free room and board.

“Wow! I can’t thank you enough! Yes, I accept! I can move in tomorrow!” But then a thought crossed my mind and I realized I had failed to ask an important question. “What exactly will be expected of me? Mostly house chores?”

“Sort of. Yes … some house chores. But mostly it will be services I think you will find much more … pleasurable.”