Beth said. “This is standard procedure for all freshman sisters.” She went on to explain the spring semester service requirement for the girls’ sorority, Sigma Epsilon Xi. “Everyone on campus knows that the SEX ladies are the absolute best fucks around. This is serious for us. It’s practically our trademark: the best parties, the hottest women, and definitely the most talented in the bedroom. So each freshman has to go through a round of training at the end of her first year to make sure, as she heads into a long summer break, that she’s well-equipped to represent SEX well. Got it?” Missy frowned and gave Beth a sidelong glance. The two were sharing a large, puffy couch in the sorority house’s main living room. Beth leafed through a stack of papers and scratched notes with a pencil. “Our service project...is fucking?” Missy asked. “Exactly!” “I don’t have to do a bake sale or something, for stray cats and dogs, nothing like that?” “Nope. Just go to one or two coaching sessions with a select instructor here on campus.”
