I stayed with Deb until she showered and dressed for her shift. She looked lovely and very sexy, as she always does. Her cocktail dress was a gorgeous black and silver ankle-length with a leg slit that went almost to her black panties. Her long tanned legs were amazing.
With high heels, Deb easily stood 5'9" or more. Her necklace was a triple-strand graduated pearl beauty that was inherited from her grandmother, the wife of an industrialist who supplied steel for many large bridges built in New England. Her family was very rich, but she was not like most children of the wealthy. She cared about others. She, Alex and I had been friends since elementary school. One of our teachers called us the 'three muscadets.' She said we reminded her of the headaches she always had after drinking that wine.
I asked Shawn if he'd heard anything from Cooper in the rec room. He replied, "Coop said that everything was different than he'd expected. It seems like many of the men went down to watch and not fuck. Only three or four of the women were busy at any one time. He also told me that the sorority president (Jane) went down to check on things and was surprised by the lack of action going on. About half the ladies were standing around and watching a football game."
That shocked me. I wondered why this year was so different. None of the planning or discussions I heard anticipated such a major change.
At 9:45, the drawing for the raffle was held in the bar area. No one present won. The winning number would be listed on our website Sunday.
At 10:00, another shift of ladies including Deb walked a gauntlet of cheering men. The first shift returned to the main floor and went for the liquor. Screw the beer. They needed a real drink.
I later learned that they had a meeting upstairs with Jane and the chair of the entertainment committee (Michelle). It was a disaster with accusations flying and tears flowing. No one could understand why this lack of participation happened. The seniors depended on showing these rising star lawyers why they should be hired into the large firms. Everyone knew that women lawyers making big money in these large partnerships were there for their beauty and to be fuck buddies and maybe wives later. Where the money flowed, women lawyers didn't matter. They were window dressing at social events and were expected to service the big guys whenever requested. How could these guys know how good these sorority women would be in the bedroom unless they were "interviewed" in person? This was business, not a pleasurable picnic fuck in the park. These seniors could see their plans slipping away.
Shawn pulled me aside and said, "Coop just told me that your friend Deb and a man went to the Jacuzzi room and locked the door. He wasn't told that might happen and he's concerned for her safety."
I replied, "I'm not supposed to go down there. Let me talk to someone and get back to you."
I hurried to Michelle and told her what Cooper said. Her reply was, "Let's go down and check on her. We told our sisters to not ever lock a door behind them. But Deb was a last-minute substitute and probably didn't hear that warning."
We rushed down the stairs, passed four busy ladies and walked to the locked room. Before knocking, we listened carefully. There was too much heavy breathing, screaming, grunting and groaning from the service area for us to hear anything. I knocked on the door.
In just a moment, Deb opened it. She was wrapped in a towel and dripping water. I could see past her to a handsome young man who was naked and trying to hide his erection from my sight.
"Deb, are you okay?" I asked.
"Sure, everything's cool."
Michelle asked, "Why did you lock the door?"
"We just wanted some privacy. Was I not supposed to lock it?"
Michelle replied, "We forgot to tell you that we need to always be able to get to you if you scream or we hear a commotion. It's for your safety."
