None of them thinks anything of the women coming out to help each other while they carry the men off to their beds, as this is what they’ve been tra...ned to do. Nor do any of them see what the women do when they put the men to bed.Five women come out with a blanket and roll a man onto it, four carry it while the fifth directs them as well as opening and closing the doors to the buildings. They carry the man into either a house or a bunkhouse, whichever is relevant for the man and his position in. ”“Your firm?”“Yes, I’m a junior partner at a law firm here in town.” I could tell I was out of my depth with a classy hot-shot lawyer like her. “What do you do?”“I’m a professional scoundrel.” I said flashing my most charming grin.“Ohhhh a scoundrel is it?” She said while stepping closer to me. “What is it that scoundrels do?”“Oh nothing extremely interesting. Wooing women, dancing, drinking and general debauchery.”“Really? And just how does one go about getting into that line of work?” . Standing there was a delicious, curvy redhead wearing a PVC bustier that was black and gleaming. It pushed her breasts high up, not that she needed a lot of support. Sherri was also wearing a matching thong, black stockings and thigh-high boots with heels that were easily 6 inches. Her hair was a rich, dark red in color, almost auburn and was wild and tossed. This looked like a woman you did not want to mess with, not if you were smart. “Yes, of course, I’m very sorry,” A docile-sounding. "I'm sorry, Nancy. I forgot. No, I wasn't with a girl. I was with some friends drinking. I'm not with Maria anymore. You know that." Well, Maria starts with the letter M," she said, still giggling. "Where's your N-girl?" Oh, you mean Nancy?" I said playfully, and chuckled again.Nancy burst out laughing. "Say it again when your bud is here," she said."I do that all the time. You know that." Yeah, yeah," she said. "Anyway. Do you want to have lunch together before watching the game?" Hmm. Are you.