CHAPTER SEVEN
In the days that followed, Billie tried to put it all together in her mind. There were a lot of unanswered questions. Was Louise, the girl in the fight, the reason for Carl’s attitude about women? And, if so, did that make him the other member of the staff or faculty who initiated all new girls into the Lovers? But didn’t Thelma say that the man was a member of the faculty? And who had raped her that night in the tunnel?
All these thoughts and more were running through her mind as she changed clothes in preparation for a date with Carl. She had been with him every night, and he really seemed to be softening up in his attitude toward her and women in general.
She was nude to the waist and had her slacks off when she heard the door open behind her. She straightened up and saw Thelma staring at her with an amused look.
Billie jerked her slacks up. “Are you in the habit of entering rooms without knocking?”
Thelma grinned. “Don’t be bashful, honey. I’ve seen the female figure before, and it doesn’t do a thing for me.” Her eyes roamed over Billie’s voluptuous figure. “But, then again, seeing yours, I might be interested in a change.”
“What do you want?”
“Tch. Tch. Such hostility.” Thelma crossed the room and sat down with an air of familiarity. Her heavy body made the bed springs creak as she said, “I’m here as leader of the Lovers. That’s the friendly little group that spreads fellowship and good cheer.”
“Go to hell,” Billie said, again removing her slacks.
“Jeez, you got one hell of a body not to be enjoying it.”
Billie walked to the window and looked out. “Tell me, Thelma,” she said slowly, “what is the advantage of belonging to the Lovers?”
“You interested in joining now?”
“Not in the least. I’m just curious. I’ve heard rumors. Perhaps they aren’t true, but it seems as though some students would consider it an honor to be asked in.”
“And why not?”
“It strikes me as the last group any girl would want to be associated with.”
“I’ll tell you something, honey,” Thelma said airily, “the answer is… men. Girls like men. We make it possible for girls to get men, and vice versa. Does that explain it?”
“Not entirely. This isn’t exactly a prison. There are outside privileges.”
“You just haven’t been around. There are women in this world that like their sex hot and low-down and dirty. You should come to one of our get-togethers.”
“I have no intention of getting mixed up with the patsies.”
“I think you’re a prime candidate. I think you dig sex just like we do. See, I’m a senior, and when I leave here I’ll be joining the outside world. In that outside world there’s a graduate Club of Lovers. People who joined while they were here or at Redwood. It’s a very powerful little group. They have a lot of money and they provide each other with a lot of kicks.”
Suddenly, all of it became very clear to Billie. This sex club had been going on for some time, and would go on a lot longer. “What’s that got to do with me?”
“Just this.” Thelma now became very serious. “Soon… in a year or so… we’ll take over both schools. We will literally be running them. Someone has to lead the Lovers when I’m gone. I think you’d be good for [missing text].”
“No thanks.”
“Well, I’ve got news. We’ve decided… or rather, I have… that we’d better take you in.”
“You’ve decided! Well, of all the…”
“Take it easy, sweetie, don’t pop an ovary. I’ve decided you know too much to be left roaming around.”
“Will you get out of here? And stay out?”
“I’ll tell you what… we’re having an initiation tonight. Come and watch… strictly as an observer.” Billie hesitated. It was intriguing. What did they do? “You’ll dig it,” Thelma said, seeing the interest in Billie’s face.
“All right. When and where?”
“One of my girl’s will pick you up here.”
“What time?”
“Around eleven o’clock. Be dressed and ready.”
Thelma had barely left when Ginny popped into the room. “I want to go too.”
“You were listening,” Billie said.
“Yeah. I want to go and watch!”
“Why not?” Ginny pouted.
“Because it could be a trick. Thelma could just be getting me down there and…”
“…and getting you fucked,” Ginny interrupted.
“You mean raped.”
“So? Maybe then I’d get my legs spread.”
“For the last time… no,” Billie said.
Billie went slowly down the corridor, met a tall, red-haired girl near the front door.
“Are you from Lovers?”
The girl nodded. “Are you ready to go?”
“I’m ready.”
They left the building, crossed the campus to the Administration Building, and entered it through a window masked by shrubbery.
The girl took Billie’s hand and led her through darkness to a door, down some stairs, along a subterranean corridor.
She snapped on a flashlight and let go of Billie’s hand. Billie’s heart started beating with apprehension.
Regardless of her convictions about Thelma’s intentions, she was now at her mercy. What if she’d guessed wrong?
Then she told herself it was too late to worry about that now.
Soon they came to a doorway. The girl knocked sharply three times, and the door opened.
Thelma was waiting in a small room. It was sparsely, carelessly furnished a bench, a couple of chairs, that was all.
“So nice of you to come,” Thelma said.
“Nice of you to ask me,” Billie replied. Perhaps she’d made a mistake and was going to get worked over, but she certainly wasn’t going to be subservient.
Thelma smiled grimly and nodded to the redhead, who left by way of another door.
“You can watch through that slit in the wall. It looks out into the initiation room.”
Billie went to the wall, looked through the long narrow split in the rock wall. She could see the whole room from this vantage point. There were benches on three sides of the room. About two dozen girls sat there, waiting whatever was to transpire. Whispering and giggling, they looked for the entire world like any group of young females on a lark.
A small bench on the fourth side of the room was reserved for male visitors. There were five of them. The young men adopted an attitude of bored sophistication. They spoke to each other in low tones, obviously realizing that they were the center of all eyes.
All five of the boys were naked.
Then Billie saw Marcia Tompkins being led into the room. She was placed on a mattress on the floor. She, too, was naked.
“Marcia Tompkins,” Thelma said. “The girl you saw with Marilyn Carr. She’s already fulfilled the first two parts of her initiation, with Carr and the male member of the faculty.”
“What happens to her now?”
“You’ll see,” Thelma said.
Without preamble, Thelma left the smaller room. Billie saw her through the slot as she crossed in front of the initiate and sat down in what was obviously a special chair.
“All fight,” she said crisply. “The initiation meeting is in session.” She paused a moment, looking around sternly, then broke the silence that her words had produced. “Ted… you take over.”
A tall blonde boy stood up. He had an enormous cock and it was already rising and bobbing with anticipation. He crossed to Marcia.
She quivered slightly in a curious combination of distaste and arousal as Ted’s hands cupped her swollen breasts; almost immediately, her nipples hardened.
And then he withdrew his hands and turned to address the strange group seated in front of him. “Well, to get down to cases, I intend to have Marcia service very man in the room… at the same time.”