Fall '86

That woman was spectacular: long legs, large breasts, and lots of hair.  She did her routine and worked the crowd.  Several Tekes waved dollar bills over the heads of unsuspecting rushees in order to entice the stripper to give them more attention.  After awhile her manager brought out a can of whipped cream, so for five bucks we could suck the cream off her breasts.  Several members indulged themselves or bought some action for their buddies or prospective members.  Then came intermission.  Intermission?  The manager came back out (I was getting irritated seeing this dude) and explained how to play “feed the kitty” by rolling money (in this case it had to be at least ten dollars) and sticking it into your mouth like a cigarette.  You then lay supine on the floor whereby the stripper squats down over your face and takes the money from your mouth; and she doesn’t use her hands.  This act I had to see.  When the music started up again, the stripper came out and one by one a few of the guys lay down on their backs in the middle of the floor and “fed the kitty.”  One guy lay down with a credit card in his mouth.  He didn’t get to feed.  I was amazed at how a woman could attain such talent.  At one point, the stripper pulled some older out of shape and very surprised dude to the floor and stuck some money in his mouth.  While she was going through the antics of gyrating above this deliriously happy fellow, a member of the house leaned over and whispered something to her.  She kind of looked embarrassed, pulled the dude up from the floor and led him back to his seat.  She then came over to ME, took MY hand and led ME to the floor.  I dutifully and dumbfoundedly lay on my back, and then she stuck a rolled-up dollar into MY mouth.  I was in shock.  No way could this be happening to me.  What the hell was my dad thinking in trying to dissuade me from joining a house?  As this erotic performance was taking place inches in front of my face I could only think of one thing: don’t get a boner!  And then she was done.  The money was gone.

Both members and other rushees duly congratulated me as I was led back to my seat by the stripper.  I really don’t remember how much longer she performed.  After she left for the final time, the lights came back on and several people cleared out.  I stayed a bit longer to talk to some of the guys I had met previously, and eventually I meandered home.  Although my dorm had an excellent view, it was a hell of a long walk up a hill, but that night I did not mind.  My roommate had not yet arrived, but I met some more students who would be living on my floor.  I was fortunate enough to have missed the confusion and congestion of move-in day. After showering, I reviewed the fraternity rush pamphlets and plotted the next day’s activities.