Chapter 5: Unforeseen Consequences Sorority Fallout

In the office where my clothes were in the process of getting dressed. When Melissa, accompanied by Dr. Ankins, entered with an air of remorse. Mellisa apologized for making me feel obligated to demonstrate the enclosed faces inside the chair. Dr. Ankins expressed the gravity of that action that unfolded in front of the guests.

In the aftermath of Mellisa’s apology, the air in the office was laden with tension. Dr. Ankins, recognizing the gravity of the situation, addressed the incident but the potential ramifications it could have on the hybrid pool lounge chairs around the country. The weight of her words hinted at the far-reaching consequences that Mellisa’s actions might trigger.

Amidst this atmosphere of uncertainty, Zoe, unabashed and unapologetically herself, entered the office in her naked glory. The room seemed to pause for a moment, acknowledging Zoe’s presence. However, without missing a beat, Zoe slipped on the dress over her head—a subtle transformation that conveyed both nonchalance and a willingness to adapt.

Dr. Akins, the authoritative figure in the room, then delivered unexpected news. She decided on Zoe’s withdrawal from the sorority the previous year and my recent withdrawal last week. As with Zoe at the beginning of the academic year, our desire to get her inside the lounge chair clouded our judgment. As for me, with my degrading from our former senior sorority leader.

What followed a chain of events leading into tonight in being asked to demonstrate before our guest should have never been allowed access to the pool area. In response, we will have full access to the sorority’s recreational facilities, including the pool area. As the weight of the situation settled, the prospect of maintaining access to the sorority’s facilities offered a semblance of normalcy.

Out of the office with our purses, we entered the sorority dressing room door and walked out to the common area. We passed several officials on the way with tense looks on their faces. Under the open sky, Zoe expressed her disdain for the parents and sisters of the face I had destroyed, using strong words to describe them and the extent to which they wanted me to go in “smoothing the life out of it.”

Back in our room, Zoe, tossing the clothes in the clothing pile, expressed concern about Mellisa’s actions jeopardizing everything—the reputation of the university and the sororities on campus. The gravity of the situation hung over us, a cloud of uncertainty and potential consequences for the choices made.

In the morning, an email from Dr. Akins delivered the news—the sorority pool would be closed indefinitely until further notice. The implications of this decision were profound, signaling a shift in the dynamics and a rupture after what happened last night and the damage control it has caused. She was drying off after the shower and said last year, in a few days.was back to normal a few days later.

As I settled into my desk for the third class of the initial English course, a sense of recognition washed over me. The face before me was familiar, not from a friendly encounter, but from the unsettling events of the previous night—the face I had witnessed bound in the chair below me in chair seven.

In the presence of this individual, I couldn’t escape the vivid recollections of the degrading comments made by her family, who were present during the demonstration at the sorority pool. Their disdain and disgust were palpable, the sentiments they had expressed before everyone around them. The weight of their words hung in the air, painting a distressing picture of the person before me.

Having glimpsed Zoe’s experience and the mental conditioning that preceded her entry into the sorority pool chairs, I couldn’t help but be concerned about her after hearing everything in a degrading manner. Every action I had taken mirrored the patterns set by several previous sorority ladies unfolded when the pool was still open. Before I even stepped on the campus, I knew one of the main perks of having a living face inside the chairs. To sexually stimulate who is currently using the chair and nothing else matters.

The degrading comments and the apparent disdain from the family were troubling, raising questions about the emotional well-being of the person now seated in the classroom. The echoes of the previous night’s events resonated, and I couldn’t shake the sense of responsibility for contributing to a situation with far-reaching implications.

As the class progressed, I grappled with a complex mix of emotions—remorse for my actions, concern for her mental state, and a growing awareness of the impact of the sorority’s rituals. When I saw her look back at me and then walk over and ask if I had a moment after class, I said, “Yes.”

The encounter with Madeleine Velasquez after class opened a window into her tumultuous life, revealing the painful dynamics surrounding her decision in the sorority pool lounge chairs. Inside the study hall, she shared the details of her journey and the challenges she faced.

Madeleine disclosed that both her family and her sisters had disowned her after her deliberate choice to be bound in the lounge chairs. Despite her assertion that she enjoyed every second of the actions taken the night before, what truly hurt were the hurtful words from those she once considered family. The weight of their rejection added a layer of complexity to an already intricate situation.

As she spoke, Madeleine revealed that she, like me, was a new college student, having grown up in the next town. In her senior year, she learned about the sorority pool from a friend whose brother, a grade higher, regularly participated in the rituals of being placed in the lounge chairs. The allure of the experience, the enjoyment he derived from being bound inside the chairs with willing sorority ladies, fascinated her. Learning that there was a female face among all the male faces fueled her determination to apply for the process.

Madeleine’s family situation had been deteriorating for some time. She was an adult in her senior year, living with her parents while completing high school. She faced multiple instances of being kicked out as her parents attempted to coerce her into proceeding with the process of being placed in the chairs. The breaking point came when she showed up naked at their front door in the middle of the afternoon after school, an act that marked the final rupture in an already strained relationship.

The disturbing events that followed, one of her sisters pulled her into the house on the living room floor. The other stripped off the clothes and then slammed her bare ass down on my face blocking her ability to breathe longer than I did with the chair cushions absorbing the pressure I placed on her. Her father sexually penetrated her ass while her mother pushed objects deep inside. For an unknown period, each of them took turns using her body as they pleased.

The complexities of Madeleine’s narrative weighed heavily on our conversation. Sensing the gravity of the situation, I asked if she wanted to talk to someone about the disturbing experiences of sexual and verbal abuse that had unfolded the day before. In response to that incident, she had taken the courageous step of reporting it to the authorities.

The response from the police was disheartening to me, and from talking with Zoe, I expected. The dismissal received, coupled with the revelation that her incomplete death certificate was on file, added a layer of injustice to her already traumatic experience. The system’s failure to address her grievances highlighted the profound consequences of choices made in the pursuit of sorority rituals.

The gravity of Madeleine’s story served as a stark reminder that the consequences of choices extended far beyond the confines of the sorority. It illuminated the urgent need for accountability and a reckoning with the dark undercurrents that permeated the rituals. The unfolding is a testament to the profound impact of decisions made in the name of tradition, revealing a path fraught with complexities, trauma, and pressing grievous consequences.

Contemplating the weight of these revelations, I couldn’t help but turn the lens inward. Sensing the significance of the moment, I posed a question to Madeleine. “Do you regret showing up to the pool deck yesterday, naked, bound inside that lounge chair for endless hours, subjected to anything the person using the chair desires?”

The question hung in the air, the essence of the choices that had led to this moment. It sought to explore the depths of regret, if any, and navigate the complexities of emotions tied to the decisions made in the name of tradition. She then got up and did not say anything, pulled her dress over her head, leaving her standing there in just shoes.

Madeleine’s response was unequivocal, “No, she enjoyed every second—from the straps tightening around her, the shattering sound of the click of the lock, to the first person pressing down on her face, to when it was me using her face, and the earth-shattering orgasm rewarding myself on her face. Reveling in seeing her used as nothing more than an object for someone else’s sexual pleasure.”

Her words painted a complex picture, revealing a mix of pleasure and empowerment intertwined with the disturbing events. It emphasized the nuanced and individual nature of experiences within the sorority’s rituals. The conflicting emotions reflected the intricate dance between personal agency and the societal expectations imposed by the ritualistic traditions.