Carolyn Lord

[lcdrjmc] Subject: NEW: The Return of Carolyn Lord (F+/F, Reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com

This is the continuation of a story I wrote called Into the Maelstrom.

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The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part One

It was the night before her first day at the new job, and 30-year old Miss Carolyn Lord was feeling extremely nervous about the whole thing. It was very late, yet Carolyn still remained in her tub of now tepid bath water. It was so comforting and peaceful just sitting there. The world outside had become just too confusing for her to ever willingly leave this tub again.

To make herself feel better, she thought about her new well-paid position working for the unusual Mrs. Stevens, but it did not really help.

Mrs. Abigail Stevens was a company's representative at a disastrous conference which Carolyn had attended two weeks ago. Of course, she was aware that Mrs. Stevens had nothing to do with those terrible things that happened to her that fateful day at the hands of her former co-workers.

Yet, it was still with extreme misgivings that she had accepted the position so strangely offered that Saturday by Mrs. Stevens as her executive secretary. She didn't entirely trust the woman, for reasons she couldn't exactly explain, but she was between jobs at the moment and that always made her feel very insecure. The way the woman kept staring at her the day of the conference! With all that had happened, she could still feel Mrs. Stevens' eyes burning into her own. Weird!

But then, after that one terrible weekend she didn't feel very secure about much of anything. Except Tamiko, of course. The small Japanese exchange student currently staying with her was the only person Carolyn felt she could be sure of not to try and take advantage of her. She knew she could trust the girl implicitly.

She thought of others who had deliberately violated her trust in them. She had worked diligently as a paralegal in the same law firm for five years, and had earned a position of respect. Her recent betrayal and humiliation at the hands of her supposed co-workers had destroyed her ability to have faith in anyone else, for the moment anyway. It was only Tamiko who had somehow always managed to be present whenever she was needed the most, to rescue her from whatever mess she had gotten herself into at the time.

In fact it was only through the gentle urgings of Tamiko that she had considered the job offer at all.

After that disastrous last Saturday at the firm, Carolyn had wanted absolutely nothing to do with her former co-workers or anyone even remotely associated with them. That next Monday she had mailed in her carefully worded resignation, saying that for reasons of a personal nature she was quitting the firm and for them to box up her personal belongings and leave them for later pickup at the receptionist's desk. She also mentioned she was entitled to the firm's standard package of two-month's severance pay.

It was Tamiko who, by checking with her college professors, discovered that Mrs. Stevens' company was a highly regarded manufacturer of furniture, among other things. The general consensus was that anyone who had a chance to work there should do so, as it was a profitable company with excellent prospects and had an honest commitment to worker satisfaction.

So Carolyn called the number Mrs. Stevens had left for her on her home answering machine, and arrangements were made to begin the formal process of recruitment. But first, she knew that before she could do anything, she had to finish with her former employers.

As Carolyn had vowed never to set foot in her old firm again, it was of course Tamiko who called to make sure that all was ready and later went to retrieve Carolyn's things from that hateful place.

Carolyn looked uncertainly at the cardboard box now sitting on her small kitchen table, before she reluctantly began to go through the contents.

Aside from her personal effects, in the box Carolyn found a large sealed envelope. It contained a letter of regret for her sudden decision to depart the firm, and a second letter to be used as a reference as needed for her future employers. It also contained a photo taken at the last Christmas party, signed by all the firm's employees who wished her well on her new endeavors.

The photo she immediately burned in her sink, then flushed the still-smoking ashes down the garbage disposal.

After going back to the envelope, a surprised Carolyn noticed two checks. One was a severance check for six times the amount to which she knew she was entitled. The second was a bonus check of ridiculous size for her efforts in bringing about such a successful conference.

A sudden flash of anger passed through her, then faded to nothing. "Successful!" she muttered. "Successful!" The humiliation of that day came back with a terrifying suddenness, and Carolyn felt faint. She collapsed on one of the two kitchen chairs with a sigh. Carolyn fought to retain her composure as she looked at the two checks in her shaking hand. Tamiko came up behind her and started massaging the tense muscles of her neck.

Carolyn was too tired and too unsure of anything any more to do something as drastic as to follow her first impulse, which was to send both checks back and demand what little was really due her.

Setting aside the checks, Carolyn looked over the reference with a grim satisfaction. She then raised it over her head to show it to an eagerly awaiting Tamiko.

"How many ways can you say 'excellent'?" Carolyn asked her friend dryly.

"How wonderful for you," Tamiko replied. "But, it is only what you truly deserve."

"Are you sure?"

Tamiko looked down from the glowing reference to see her beautiful Carolyn sitting before her with silent tears running down her cheeks. Tamiko carefully replaced all of the documents in the envelope and returned it to the box.

Holding her by the hands, the Japanese teenager raised the quietly weeping woman to her feet. Carolyn stood pliantly as Tamiko held the distressed woman tightly in her arms. Carolyn circled her own arms around her friend's slender waist. She was wondering what would become of her, when Carolyn was startled to suddenly feel Tamiko's plush lips on her own, while the girl's hands had begun to knowingly knead Carolyn's firm buttocks through the fabric of her thin summer shorts and tight panties.

Even with Tamiko's distractions, Carolyn still felt haunted. She could never get over the disturbing fact that the outbreak of sex-madness which inexplicably erupted through-out the office that horrible Saturday, coincided with the one day she had to go to work without wearing any underclothes at all. She didn't even have a blouse on with her suit.

Her clothes were not available that day because of an amazing set of circumstances. She had spent the night before at Tamiko's apartment, following the strange initiation of someone from her old firm into an unusual group of Tamiko's friends. In the process of the initiation, her own clothes had somehow become so soiled, even damaged, that she had nothing for the office that next day.

She had also experienced some of the most bizarre sex fantasies of her life that strange Friday night. It all seemed so real, too! Thankfully, as Tamiko had explained to her the next day, it was just her own imagination running wild.

It was her secret belief that she herself and her own slutty nature were really to blame for what happened to her at the office on Saturday, that she was the unwitting cause of her own downfall. She couldn't deny that she had secretly felt deliciously naughty being in the office like that, at least in the beginning. Was that the trigger? she wondered. It was a miserable thought, but one which followed her around her apartment like a dark cloud. It was all her fault!

Even now, with someone who was just staying over a few days trying to comfort her, she guiltily felt a familiar sweet melting sensation begin to penetrate her grief, a slight trembling of anticipation in her belly. Why did she keep reacting to people in such harmless situations in this unnatural way? What was wrong with her?

She knew she felt deeply about this mere girl who was proving to be such a comfort to her in her time of troubles, yet she also knew that Tamiko, like any child, could get a little overly demonstrative at times and this caused Carolyn to get very nervous indeed.

When she felt Tamiko's tongue start to work its way between her teeth Carolyn felt an urgent need to break off the delightful kiss.

"Tamiko, please!" the blushing Carolyn said. "You know I don't like it when you do that." She gently pushed the girl's hands away from their embarrassing grip on her sensitive behind.

"Yes, I know," breathed Tamiko as she clamped her mouth over the protesting Carolyn's once again, her hands returning to the woman's enchanting buttocks. Tamiko's tongue dueled with Carolyn's before taking possession of Carolyn's moist mouth, running freely inside the woman's oral cavity before pulling out again.

Tamiko's sudden assault on her mouth left Carolyn shocked and gasping for air. Tamiko's kisses always had that effect on her. From the moment their lips would touch, it wouldn't matter where they were or what they were doing, but Carolyn could feel this electric charge surge through her entire being, and she would go positively limp. No one had ever had that effect on her before and she just did not understand it!

Of course, there was quite a few things going on in her life right now that she found absolutely baffling. Normally a very decent person, Carolyn knew that her young friend had this strange habit of taking her completely by surprise with some childish routine (like just now, when the teenager was so freely touching her), leaving her feeling very embarrassed and usually quite breathless. Yet, Carolyn was always surprised to find that, after being agitated by Tamiko's astonishing behavior, whatever black mood she had helplessly found herself drifting into would completely vanish. It was one of the things that made her care for the Japanese teenager all the more.

The woman looked upon her young guest with a constantly growing sense of affection. Tamiko, wise far beyond her years, had proved to be a God-send to the troubled Carolyn. The events of that horrible weekend had severely shaken her self-confidence, not to mention her self-respect. Nothing in her previous experience had even come close to those astonishing, even bizarre few days. Oddly, her nipples became terribly erect just from her thinking about the still hazy events which had altered her life forever.

Something happened to her that weekend. It spite of all the horror and humiliation she had endured or even just imagined, something fundamental had been changed inside of her. There now existed a weird burning deep in her, a burning which had never existed before. She had become obsessed with thoughts about sex. Everything around her seemed to assume a strange erotic glow. The oddest things now affected her. It was as if a fire had been lighted deep within her, a fire which she certainly did not want but which she knew was now a part of her all the same. A fire which threatened to burst joyously out of control at any moment.

But burst joyously at what?

Carolyn Lord was a woman who believed in absolute self-control at all times, and the existence of the fire scared her.

"Thank God for Tamiko," she thought. "Thank God."

Although a solitary person by nature, without the calming presence of the Japanese girl living with her, Carolyn didn't know how she would have survived the last two weeks. The girl was her rock. She could go to the teenager for comfort and understanding of her recent tumultuous, confusing life whenever she felt the need, and the girl would always be there for her, never fail her in her time of need. It was a debt she knew she could never repay.

Even her most private, intimate thoughts could be shared without risk of embarrassment or shame to either of them. Tamiko even encouraged her to do so, to always tell her of such things for her own good. And it was good, Carolyn knew, being finally able to really talk about the important things with someone who cared about her as a person.

Yet, she knew she could not tell her friend about the fire. Her own recent slutty behavior disturbed Carolyn bad enough, but the fire was something else again. She did not want to lessen herself in front of her friend any more than she probably already had done. Even though much of what Tamiko unknowingly did around the apartment seemed to encourage the fire, Carolyn knew that it was up to her fight this thing within her. It was not young Tamiko's problem at all, but Carolyn's.

The Japanese girl was too fine a person, Carolyn knew, to even realize that she was bothering her in such an unusual way. Her guest was very polite, fastidious, intelligent, and possessed of an oriental loveliness that Carolyn found strangely compelling. Yes, Carolyn found her friend to be a perfect companion for her. Well, almost perfect anyway.

"If only she didn't act so damn peculiar all the time," Carolyn thought. It was just the way her luck had been running lately that her new best friend happened to be something of a nudist.

Oh, Carolyn could understand quite well all about cultural differences, about doing things in a certain way about the home. Her own way of living, learned from her Greek-American background, could be considered by many to be very unusual indeed. But still! Some things just were not done!

Tamiko insisted on doing practically everything around the apartment stark naked, from her college homework to the housework. It always proved highly embarrassing for the very proper Carolyn as she tried not to watch as her friend flittered unconcernedly about the small but comfortably furnished apartment, the girl's supple, athletic body so proudly on display.

Strangely, Carolyn found her friend's body unusually fascinating. She could hardly take her eyes from it. If she looked for too long a time, she would suddenly find her heart pounding and her mouth very dry. How odd!

Carolyn sometimes found herself trembling uncontrollably whenever Tamiko's nude form would accidentally brush against her own properly dressed body. Carolyn would pretend not to notice, of course, but it was clear that Tamiko felt at liberty to act with an astonishing familiarity with Carolyn's body that had the woman in quite a spin. She was always touching her in some way, quite innocently of course. Still, in Carolyn's confused state of mind it was just another thing that Tamiko unknowingly did that fanned the flames burning within her.

Even the smell of the girl's glorious sun-bronzed flesh (with not a single tan mark!) would frequently send Carolyn tumbling into a giddy mental whirlpool.

Regardless of her own discomfort over the idea of a naked guest, Carolyn still had her duties as hostess to perform. The fact that her casual nudity made Tamiko feel very much at ease (as much as it made Carolyn feel nervous) was enough to convince her not to make too big a deal out of it.

However, whenever Tamiko suggested that she, Carolyn, should "get comfortable" as well, Carolyn could only politely decline.

It wasn't just her strong natural modesty. It was the growing realization that whenever she was undressed around Tamiko, for whatever reason, certain...things would happen. Her normally well-disciplined body would suddenly develop a mind of its own and before she could prevent it, she would find herself...reacting. She would react to Tamiko just as strongly as she would to any of her recent dream lovers. The burning within her would reach epic proportions and she could hardly think.

Reacting to Tamiko, of all people. It was ridiculous! She knew it was quite insane, yet there it was for her to plainly see anytime Tamiko was even just close by her.

It was all far beyond her understanding of what she knew to be right and proper. It was also far beyond her understanding of herself as a person, as a woman.

Yet, the disturbing fact remained that her new friend could affect her in the most unseemly manner. It was absolutely crazy, of course, for such a thing to happen, but this girl could reach her very soul as no one else.

They had been staying together for only a few weeks, yet it was obvious that Tamiko had some kind of weird effect on her. She had never touched her in that special way after that strange incident in the kitchen, which occurred during their first Sunday morning together. Yet, in spite of all that happened to her that weekend, that was the one incident which she could remember with crystal clarity. It still brought peculiar tingles coursing through her body at the very thought of that first Sunday.

Nights proved the worst. That first night, Tamiko insisted on sleeping in the same bed as Carolyn as her only condition for staying with her.

"I hate to be alone," Tamiko had told her with tears forming in her black, almond-shaped eyes, and that was enough for Carolyn.

Carolyn found it touching that the worldly Tamiko, now living far from her home in Yokosuka, could still retain her childhood fears. She didn't hesitate in allowing Tamiko to share the sacred privacy of her double-size bed whenever she wished.

The fact that Tamiko, naturally, insisted on sleeping in the nude shouldn't have really surprised Carolyn, yet she still found the sight the lovely naked oriental slipping under the sheets close beside her somewhat disquieting. Even in her usual comfortable, long flannel nightgown, Carolyn could still feel the heat radiating from all that naked flesh lying right there beside her.

Carolyn could only hope that Tamiko's need for company at night was very temporary at best, because she wasn't at all sure if her nerves could take anything longer.

Two weeks later Tamiko's nude presence in Carolyn's bed was now taken for granted, and had acquired the force of habit. Fortunately, she proved such a steady sleeper that Carolyn was hardly aware of her close presence after a while, although she did have to be careful with her hands, so she wouldn't accidentally touch Tamiko, especially in one of the beautiful girl's more private places.

It was her own sleeping habits which were causing Carolyn trouble at night. Her dreams had started to assume a weird, erotic aspect she had never experienced so constantly before. They were so vivid, so real. It was as if someone was actually making love to her every night!

When Tamiko finally got Carolyn to tell her about them, she rightly explained that they were just a temporary reaction to her bad weekend, and were nothing to worry about. The dreams continued however, building in intensity. She grew extremely restless at night, so much so that she would occasionally wake up feeling suffocated, only to find that her long nightgown had somehow worked its way over her head.

She finally agreed with Tamiko to do something about it, especially after seeing the effects her restless nights were beginning to have on her guest. Although she denied it, Carolyn could tell that Tamiko's sweet face was also showing the effects of long, sleepless nights, and what else could be keeping that dear child up late at night but Carolyn's own unusual restlessness?

Before she even had a chance to decide what new dressing gown to buy, Carolyn found that a few days earlier Tamiko had already gotten her some T-shirts to sleep in. Tamiko said they had to be T-shirts because Carolyn still foolishly resisted Tamiko's practical suggestion that she simply sleep in the nude like her. The T-shirts proved to be very short, much shorter that Carolyn would have considered, even if she wasn't sharing her bed with someone at the moment. She looked with misgiving as she held one up to her body. It barely came to her upper thighs.

"You can always take them back," Tamiko told her, with a hurt expression in her voice. Tamiko's reaction again reminded Carolyn about how sensitive the Japanese girl was in matters concerning manners and protocol. She resolved in the future to accept whatever Tamiko gave here, regardless of how suitable Carolyn herself felt about it. It was, after all, only the polite thing to do.

After a few embarrassed nights in her T-shirts, Carolyn was astounded in the difference it made. Her sleep was finally restful for a change, although still strangely erotic.

Unfortunately, the nights of sweet sleep didn't last for very long. Carolyn soon found herself now waking to find her shirts tangled over her head, or even wadded up on the floor. One night she finally gave in and, wrapped in a towel and wearing only her panties, ran from the bathroom and dived under the bed covers, to the amused looks of Tamiko who was as usual already waiting for her in bed. Embarrassed and feeling very nervous, Carolyn shyly unwrapped the large bath towel and discreetly placed it in a handy place on the floor next to the bed.

She extended her arms out from the top of the covers and laid them along her sides, using them to tightly hold down the thin sheets now covering her body.

"Oh, God! What if there's a fire?" Carolyn muttered.

Tamiko laughed. "You're really something, you know that?" She turned and gave Carolyn her usual good-night kiss.

"Good night, my precious," the still chuckling Tamiko murmured. She turned out the light and settled in for the night.

"Good night, Tamiko," gasped the breathless Carolyn.

The girl's final kiss of the day was becoming very troublesome to Carolyn. It had started innocently enough. Tamiko's good-night kiss had been very comforting to her in the beginning, when it was just a quick, sisterly peck on the cheek. Then it became a faint yet strangely electric brushing of their lips. She didn't really approve of this turn of events, in spite of the secret thrill it always gave her, but Carolyn was so glad that someone actually cared for her as a person and not some sex object that she didn't protest such familiar contact from her surprising bed guest.

In two weeks, however, it had become something else. Each night the simple, caring kiss became slowly longer and longer, until it was making Carolyn feel like a puddle of melted butter, with strange, powerful vibrations in her breasts and crotch. When Tamiko started to use her tongue to slide gently between Carolyn's lips teeth and probe into her mouth, the woman was devastated by the effect.

"Wow!" thought the frantic Carolyn, writhing underneath the effects of her friend's surprisingly deadly tongue. "And I thought the kissing was bad enough already!"

Unable to protest, Carolyn could only endure Tamiko's oral explorations until the teenager finally broke of the kiss and allowed the gasping Carolyn up for air.

"Tamiko!!" Carolyn sputtered indignantly as she fought to get her breath back. "You shouldn't be doing that! It's bad enough we're sharing the same bed. What would people think?"

The proper Carolyn tried to tell her normally very polite guest that such things were simply not done, not done at all!

It didn't work. Every night Tamiko continued to briefly use her tongue, and every night Carolyn protested this unseemly invasion of her person. Finally came the night when Carolyn didn't protest anymore. After all, Carolyn reasoned, it wasn't really hurting anything.

Each night thereafter, Tamiko gradually pressed her tongue deeper and deeper between Carolyn's strong, white teeth and into her hot, moist mouth. In time, Tamiko found she was able to explore and abuse the writhing Carolyn's mouth to her heart's content.

Carolyn began to become very nervous at bed time, especially when she had to wear less and less. It was only after Tamiko had finished kissing her good-night that she was finally able to relax and feel comfortable about sharing her bed with her friend. She had allowed the kissing to happen, of course, and knew it was just a gesture of the young woman's affection for her. Yet, there was something disquieting about it now, and she was at a loss to explain why. Her body kept reacting so wildly every time it happened, it was becoming rather scary.

She was also at a loss as to how she could tactfully end it without offending her dear friend. Carolyn understood that when Tamiko finally felt she should be on her own again and could go back to her own apartment, it would not be a problem anymore. Perhaps, rather then make unnecessary waves, it would be better if she just went along with it for the short time remaining that Tamiko would be staying with her. The girl just had to go back to her own place eventually, didn't she?

In bed, Carolyn's panties were all she had left to wear now, and to her extreme disappointment they had also been giving her trouble at night. As her dreams had become more and more erotic, she was waking to find her panties becoming more and more soiled from her own juices. Sometimes they would be still be very wet, practically sopping as her vagina throbbed uncontrollably. Other times she would find her fluids had already caked and dried, forcing her in the privacy of her bathroom to carefully peel the now sticky material away from her sensitive crotch. For the normally fastidious Carolyn, it was disgusting.

As her sleeping clothes became shorter and then non- existent, her panties began to work their way deep into the tender flesh of her crotch and the crevice of her behind. This made having to peel the sticky things off in the morning even more difficult.

"Enough was enough," an irritated Carolyn said to herself one morning in the bathroom as she was once again faced with the problem of removing sticky underwear. "I've never going to get any rest at this rate. This is nuts. I've got my first day to think about."

And so it came to pass that a few nights before her first day at her new job, a very naked Carolyn Lord, embarrassed yet determined to finally get some decent sleep, climbed under the sheets. She carefully removed her towel and placed it down as usual beside the bed. She put her arms even more firmly than usual alongside to hold down the sheets around her.

A delighted Tamiko French-kissed her agitated, nude toy thoroughly for a full three minutes as a reward.

Remarkably, Carolyn awoke the next morning never having felt so refreshed. It was as if all of her sleep- demons had departed. Even Tamiko looked much more rested that usual. Carolyn was convinced. Night clothes were definitely out for her from now on!

Still in her tub, the water long since drained, Carolyn decided that she had hidden long enough from the world. She hosed off the dried soap, feeling a sense of purpose. It was time to make her mark on the world once again. She was 30 years old, for God's sake, and knew what she was doing. Unlike Tamiko, she was not afraid to be alone in the dark, and never had been. Feeling her old confidence surge within her, Carolyn rose from the tub and briskly toweled herself dry.

"I can beat this," she said defiantly to the empty bathroom. This weird obsession she'd developed over sex was over, she decided. She wasn't sure how it got started, but she knew how it was going to end. She would end it, and right now, too! No matter what happened from here on out, she would not let the fire get the best of her. She would never betray herself, or Tamiko's trust in her. Never!

Carolyn Lord was ready for a new beginning.

Looking forward to tomorrow for a change, Carolyn wrapped herself in her towel for her evening run to the bed. "What the...?" she exclaimed as she came out of the bathroom. Her comfortable if slightly worn white cotton sheets had been mysteriously replaced by a set of cobalt blue sheets made of the finest silk. They were beautiful, but had a decided costly look about them.

A smiling Tamiko, as usual very nude and already waiting for her in bed, looked quite fetching with the sheets around her slender waist.

"Surprise!" Tamiko yelled. "To celebrate your first day tomorrow."

"Oh, Tamiko. You shouldn't have. They look terribly expensive."

"You'll be happy to know that they were on sale, so there! Now, come and enjoy!"

"Tamiko! How do you enjoy a pair of sheets?" the ever-practical Carolyn asked.

Carolyn was walking towards the bed when she noticed a second set of clothes hung alongside the items she had already selected for tomorrow. The difference between the two sets was startling.

Her own set of clothes consisted of her standard conservative charcoal-gray suit with double-breasted jacket, high-neck blouse, and mid-calf full skirt, not to mention her usual complement of simple, modest underwear.

The new set appeared at first glance to be just as conservative, but upon a closer look proved to be something else again. It consisted of the same dark colors, yet Carolyn could tell at a glance that the design was a very form-fitting one, what there was of it. The blouse and jacket were both sufficiently low-cut in the front to display a considerable amount of cleavage of whoever was unfortunate enough to wear this terrible outfit. The skirt looked short and tight enough to make even sitting an adventure in modesty protection. Even the underwear was outlandish. The bra consisted of small half-cups, which meant the wearer would be showing even more cleavage then she had at first thought. The panties consisted of a terribly small set of triangles which actually tied at the sides!

"What kind of protection are those?" Carolyn wondered. "They wouldn't last a minute before coming undone!"

Puzzled, Carolyn had the impression that the entire set seemed more intended to display the wearer rather than protect her. Carolyn moved over to where they were hanging and checked the sizes, then became even more puzzled. The clothes were entirely too large for Tamiko, and at least two sizes too small for her. So who did they belong to?

She looked over at the hugely grinning Tamiko and immediately had a sinking feeling. "Oh, no!" she thought. "Don't tell me!"

"Surprise, again!" Tamiko said gaily. "Wonderful, are they not?"

"Tamiko, honey, they're...lovely," Carolyn lied, trying to let her friend down easy. "Thank you! Thank you very much!"

"They are of course for tomorrow."

"Ah, yes. Tomorrow. It figures," Carolyn muttered. She thought desperately on how to get out of this fix. She knew for certain that if she showed up on her first day in something like that, provided she could even squeeze into the damn things in the first place (which she doubted), they would more than likely throw her out, period, without benefit of counsel.

On the other hand, there was Tamiko. Her only true friend in this world, the person who was responsible for getting her through the two most terrible weeks of her life, was notoriously sensitive about gifts and presents.

"Tamiko, my dearest...friend [Almost said 'love' instead of 'friend.' How Odd!]. Tomorrow will be nothing but check-in, forms, and orientation. They'll probably even have me walk the factory to see how everything works. To wear this, er, magnificent suit during such a time would be a waste, like wearing a wedding dress while visiting a coal mine. Understand?"

Carolyn waited for the wild response.

"Yes, I understand perfectly," Tamiko said quietly.

"Phew, that was easy," thought Carolyn with vast relief.

"So, I'll just dirty my old stuff for the first week or so, then we will show everyone there just what great taste you have in clothes. OK?"

"Sure, no problem. But, you know, as a seamstress I know that you have to be very careful around old clothes. After a certain point, they can give out at any time."

"Really? Well, I've had these for some time and they haven't failed me yet. So, I guess I'll just have to take my chances with them for a while yet."

"Suit yourself. But, if I were you I would not put those new clothes too far away just yet. You might be needing them still. Now, come to bed, please. You have a very busy day tomorrow."

Carolyn was surprised. Tamiko usually made a much bigger fuss when something like this didn't go her way. Carolyn reasoned that perhaps Tamiko was finally starting to respect her own wants and desires.

When Carolyn got into bed she was immediately aware of the feel of the cool silk against the uncovered flesh of her legs and hips.

"Oohh. I see what you mean. This is rather nice, isn't it?"

After she unwrapped her towel under the sheet and placed it on the floor by the bed Carolyn became even more aware of the almost sensuous feel of the material on her naked body. When she covered herself with the top sheet held down tightly over her with her arms at her sides, she observed with shock that her nude body was now clearly outlined under the sheer material. She could see how her nipples, now very erect, and even her pubic mound were revealed for all the world to see.

"Oh, my," she muttered, not sure of how she could keep herself covered. She couldn't go with the bedclothes routine again, she just couldn't! She really needed some sleep tonight, otherwise she would be absolutely worthless tomorrow, and the only way that worked was by going without clothes.

"To Hell with it," she whispered. She had enough to worry about. She was finished with this almost morbid fixation she had about sex! She would conquer the fire, it was that simple, and get on with the joy of living. Her nipples would go down eventually (please, God!) and in the meantime all she could do was hope that Tamiko would just turn out the light and not notice what a true slut her new American friend really was. She was tired of worrying about such things and refused to do so any more.

After Tamiko's usual frantic good-night kiss, Carolyn waited patiently for her breath and pulse to return to normal. As she laid there, waiting for sleep to come at last, she became aware that there always seemed to be a sensual side to anything Tamiko had given her. Interesting that she had never noticed this before. Almost the kind of gifts a couple in love would give to each other. The kid probably wasn't even aware of it herself.

"Poor thing, she must really be lonely!" Carolyn thought full of sympathy, just before nodding off. "Probably not enough guys in her life. Wonder if I can find her a cousin who isn't too much of a jerk?"

Tamiko looked with pride at the beautiful nude woman sleeping so peacefully beside her. Her first adult! Right here! It was so exciting, she could hardly contain herself. Before this, she could only play with the other girls in her school, sharpening her already formidable skills for the time when they would be most needed. Finally, that time had arrived and now she had her very own full-grown woman.

"I always heard that America was truly the land of opportunity," she thought, "but this is amazing!"

She lovingly watched the steady rise and fall of Carolyn's firm, unprotected breasts under the slick, silk sheet. Tamiko even now could still only look at Carolyn Lord in awe and marvel at the wonder of her. How trusting she is! How beautiful! How intelligent! How proud! What a victory it will be for her, Tamiko, to turn this astounding woman to her own ends.

Yet, this was not to be a simple seduction. She had already proven to Carolyn that she could take her at any time she wanted, and Tamiko was sure that Carolyn at least subconsciously realized this. She could sense the woman's reaction to her presence, that nervous below-the- surface feeling of anticipation, whenever she got close to her, especially when nude. No, this was to be something far more intense and long lasting.

Nor was there to be any of the obvious public trappings of master and property she had seen here and at home. Tattoos, dog collars, body piercing and the like seemed like acts of absolute madness to the young Japanese. Why destroy a work of art just to prove your ownership of it? She knew there were other, much more subtle ways of doing the same thing. It simply required skill and a little patience. Look at what she had done with her already.

She looked again at the wondrous nude body so clearly delineated underneath the silk. It had required long nights and patient work, but she finally had the delectable Miss Carolyn Lord right where she wanted her. Now, the work could truly begin! Oh, happiness!

She was planning to have a great deal of fun with this woman, and in time come to possess her completely. She would even share her from time to time with selected others. Perhaps they might even take a trip to Japan during spring break. They could make it back in time for the cherry blossoms, truly a most beautiful time in Japan. Besides, you can do a lot to a woman on an 11- hour flight! And Mother always said she wanted to try a Ghign!

Tamiko carefully left the bed and went over to where Carolyn had hung her clothes for tomorrow. She was not a highly skilled seamstress for nothing. The young Japanese worked on the clothes for about an hour, then returned to bed.

Satisfied with the way things were going, Tamiko turned on her side and carefully began to rub Carolyn's nipples through the slick sheets. When she had brought them to full erection, she slid her hands down the length of the body beside her. She carefully teased the mound of silk which rose at the junction of the unsuspecting woman's legs. When her heavily breathing toy began to softly moan, Tamiko returned to the vulnerable nipples, tweaking and pulling the tall, hyper-sensitive nubs of erect tissue. When Carolyn began to thrash about wildly under the sheets, Tamiko laid back down and contentedly went to sleep.

She left a very puzzled Carolyn to begin another uneasy night of unexplained dreams of sexual adventure.

The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part Two

At 5:59 a.m., Carolyn woke up as usual in time to turn off her alarm clock before it sounded. Knowing that it was one of Tamiko's few late-class days, she quietly got out of bed and padded nude into the bathroom. 45 minutes later she was showered, dressed and in the kitchen having her usual light breakfast of cottage cheese and a small glass of cold fruit juice.

Carolyn figured she must be nervous this morning because of the trouble she had with her buttons and other fasteners. They had refused to stay closed!

"Never had that problem before," Carolyn thought uneasily.

"It must be me," she said to the empty kitchen. "Just first-day jitters, that's all."

Finishing up her coffee, she had a disquieting thought. "Sure hope Tamiko isn't right about old clothes."

She wondered if she should quickly change, then decided against it. "Oh, how ridiculous!" she said. She gathered up her breakfast things and cleaned them in the sink. "The kid can't be right all the time, can she?"

At 8 a.m., a confident Miss Carolyn Lord walked into the lobby of the large administration building for Clifton Manufacturing. The company was in a surprisingly clean industrial park located north of the city, with the administration building across the street from the factory. Carolyn knew the company had several factories located throughout the country, but the corporate headquarters were located here.

In spite of Mrs. Stevens' personal, if unorthodox, offer of a position with the company she represented, Carolyn was gratified to learn that there was still to be completed the standard process of interviews before any formal offering of the position was to occur. Carolyn Lord always preferred things to be done properly.

At her first interview, the moment one of her jacket buttons touched the table in front of her, it came off in a noisy clatter. Not wanting to spoil an excellent interview with such distractions, she quickly asked for and received permission to take off her jacket due to "button trouble."

She quickly stood up and, modestly turning to the side, slipped off the troublesome jacket and draped it over the back of her chair. While doing that, she looked down and saw with some surprise that a few of her blouse buttons had opened. She used the opportunity to hastily refasten them.

Sitting again, she was unaware that the button directly between her bra-covered breasts had already reopened. As the interviews progressed, others on Carolyn's blouse opened, until not a single button down her front was fastened. Soon, with every action and move Carolyn made, the blouse itself became more and more open.

Carolyn was amazed at the number of interviewers who were showing up for this. Most didn't even participate, them just stood behind the persons asking the questions, staring silently at her. It was most unnerving to her.

Carolyn started to wonder just how important was this position, anyway?

Surprisingly for her, the required interviews were all completed the same day, in fact the same morning. By 11:30 the position had been formally offered and accepted. Carolyn made only one condition, that she would have no dealings with her former law firm what so ever. This was to avoid any conflict of interest or breach of confidentiality issues, of course.

The condition was accepted without question, and Carolyn was even congratulated by the recruiter on her fine sense of duty to her former employers.

The interviews completed, everyone present came around to congratulate her. Carolyn was gratified that they cared enough to take the trouble of making new employees feel very welcome indeed.

Only one thing marred the perfection of the moment for her. While one of her original interviewers was talking to her, Carolyn sensed someone move close behind her, then felt something happening with the front of her blouse. Alarmed, she waited until she thought no one was looking, then checked herself. She found that the top two buttons of her blouse were now open. Relieved it was nothing more serious, she refastened them.

"Now why on earth would anyone want to do that?" the perplexed Carolyn asked herself. It was a strange time for girlish hijinks.

In celebration of gaining such an excellent new secretary, Mrs. Stevens insisted that she take Carolyn to lunch, and that way they could also get a head start on what Mrs. Stevens cryptically called her "indoctrination."

The restaurant was really the dining room of a very exclusive club where Mrs. Stevens was a member. As well as a restaurant, it also had a small movie theater, health spa with pool and sauna, hair salon, bar, and even a place for entertainment and dancing.

"This is amazing," said Carolyn to Mrs. Stevens as she looked at the club directory. "It's like a small town."

"Absolutely. It's expensive as hell too, but well worth it. There are even rooms available if you need to stay the night. For comfort and privacy, you can't beat it. I think they're even guaranteed in the club charter."

"What else do they guarantee?" Carolyn asked mischievously.

"Nothing at all. For anything else, you're on your own!"

It was the most unusual restaurant Carolyn had ever seen. Even at noon, it was almost pitch dark, the only illumination being provided by one or two flickering candles on each table. Each table, even for the booths, was covered by a thick, white table cloth that had at least two inches of cloth dragging on the floor, so that it was totally impossible to see underneath.

"Why would anyone care about what was under a table?" Carolyn wondered as they were shown to their own table by an attractive young woman wearing an astonishing short, blue velvet dress.

The seating was unusual, too, Carolyn noticed. They were unusually short, padded benches with high backs and sides, so that diners would be required to sit very closely, side-by-side and not across from each other. She realized that the high seat backs and sides, combined with the almost total lack of lighting, made dining here a very private function indeed.

"Kind of romantic here, isn't it?" she said quietly to Mrs. Stevens, who was in front of her.

"Really? I hadn't noticed," a smiling Mrs. Stevens replied over her shoulder.

While making her way through the darkness with the small procession, Carolyn was surprised to come across a most unusual scene. A very pretty girl was sitting alone at a table obviously set for two. The girl's unadorned face was quite red, and she was biting her lower lip. Her eyes were strangely vacant, as if she was thinking seriously about something far, far away. Her hands were tiny fists, tightly gripping the thick table cloth in front of her. Every so often, the girl would suddenly jerk as if she had just received an electric shock of some kind.

Carolyn made a mental note to ask Mrs. Stevens about it as soon as she could. She was worried about the girl, but reasoned it must not be too serious, as both the receptionist and Mrs. Stevens had passed right by the odd scene without giving it a second glance.

They were finally seated in a booth on the far side of the room. Since was to be a strictly informal meal, Mrs. Stevens insisted that they take off their jackets and "get comfortable." Carolyn complied, hoping this would save the remaining buttons from coming off.

Mrs. Stevens politely had her guest enter the booth first, then insisted on ordering wine for them both to celebrate. Carolyn had the oddest feeling that she was on more of a date than a simple luncheon with her new employer. She shook off the outlandish idea at once. "How silly can you get?" she wondered in amazement.

Finally, the receptionist and the wine stewardess had departed, and the two were alone.

"That young girl we passed who was sitting by her self. Is she all right, do you think?" Carolyn asked, her voice full of sympathy. "She didn't look well at all!"

"No, she's fine. She frequently looks like that. Probably has asthma or something. And she wasn't alone. She's the new bi..., ah, friend of a member who brings her here quite a lot."

"Really? Where's her friend? Maybe we should tell her?" asked Carolyn anxiously, looking about the darkened room.

"Oh, she's around somewhere," Mrs. Stevens said dryly. "Closer than you might think, too." More to herself she muttered, "Although that's not supposed to happen in the dining room until after eight."

"What's not suppose to happen? Guests?"

"Never mind. It's not important. Now, let's order! I'm starved!"

Being seated so close together, Carolyn realized that there would have to be a certain amount of touching during their lunch, but she never dreamed it would be this bad. No matter how far she pressed against her side of the plush bench, Mrs. Stevens always seemed to be short of space and was pressing up against her. Plus, the woman used her hands a great deal as she talked. She was always grabbing Carolyn's knee or thigh to emphasis a point she was making about something. When eating, her right elbow would occasionally graze the tip of Carolyn's sensitive left breast.

Carolyn knew she should be protesting such things, but it was obvious to her that the woman was so involved in what she was saying that she didn't even realize what she was doing. But the food was indeed excellent, and Mrs. Stevens proved to be an entertaining dining companion, and it would have been extremely ungrateful of her to criticize her host about anything at this point.

Carolyn's blouse was opening again, this time under the watchful eye and helpful arm of her new boss. When the buttons had all been opened, she used her flying right elbow as a distraction while her left hand crept under the table and gradually worked the left side of the blouse out of the unsuspecting woman's skirt and away from her left breast.

Knowing she was practically out of time, Abigail once again reached over with her left hand to where Carolyn's skirt was fastened. She was planning on opening one button, then come back for another, but when she tugged gently the entire skirt practically opened by itself.

"Almost like it was designed to," thought an intrigued Abigail. "Hmm! Our Carolyn has hidden depths."

She signaled to their waitress, on-call in the distance, to come over to the table. Abigail was reaching for Carolyn's empty dish when she knocked a carefully placed glass full of ice water off the table and directly into a shocked Carolyn's opened waistband. The very cold contents ran down the front of Carolyn's abdomen and poured between her opened thighs, puddling on the seat beneath her, soaking the back of her pantyhose.

Carolyn jumped up to escape the cold, only to see in horror her skirt fall to the ground. The space between the bench and the table was very narrow, and Carolyn wondered desperately how she could get her skirt back.

When she saw the waitress duck under the table with a quick, "I'll get it!", Carolyn was shocked into action. She bent quickly over at the waist in the confined space and promptly smacked her forehead on the thick cloth- covered table.

The "Bang!" could be heard throughout the dining area.

Groaning, Carolyn remained collapsed along the side of the table. She could vaguely sense someone as they reached under her blouse and grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose. The way they and her panties were so quickly pulled over her flaring hips to the tops of her thighs, she thought it must be the paramedics come to help her.

"No, no, you sillies," she mumbled. "It's my head that hurts." But no one listened. Her underwear was still yanked to the floor, leaving her naked below the waist.

The stunned Carolyn then felt hands under her blouse, and soon her bra strap was unfastened. "That's good. Damn thing was getting too tight again."

As she stood the completely dazed Carolyn more or less erect, Abigail wondered about the unnatural feel of the bra hooks, how straight they had seemed under her fingers. She pushed the opened blouse and bra off Carolyn's shoulders, and they slid unheeded to the floor. There the waitress gathered all of Carolyn's things, including her shoes, and took them into the kitchen for drying.

In the space of five seconds, Miss Carolyn Lord had been professionally stripped naked!

Still reeling from the effects of her contact with the table, she didn't realize this until Mrs. Stevens sat her naked bottom deliberately in the puddle of ice water still on her seat.

"EEEeeeck!!" Carolyn screamed, her exposed breasts bouncing as she jumped up once again. Her sudden move, however, caused all of the blood to rush from her already battered head, and she fainted directly into the waiting arms of Mrs. Abigail Stevens.

"Hello, honey," Mrs. Stevens said, not unkindly, to the beautiful nude woman. "Welcome to my world."

When Carolyn awoke, she was suddenly aware that she was slumped over in her corner of the booth, and that Mrs. Stevens was talking to her.

"Oh, my!" she thought. "I must have dozed off on the poor woman. How rude of me."

She promptly sat up straight, and felt her breasts move much too freely.

Carolyn looked down and froze, her eyes wide in shock. Her clothes were gone! She was naked!!

Her mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out but a very wheezing, "Ah...ah...ah...!" Carolyn found that she couldn't breath!

Her eyes filled with panic, she looked at Mrs. Stevens seated beside her. She tried to ask her what had happened, but couldn't past "Ah...ah!" when an exasperated Mrs. Stevens finally splashed ice water into the face of her terror-stricken secretary.

Holding up her opened hands in front of the shocked woman, a very calm Abigail said repeatedly, "It's all right, Carolyn. Everything is all right."

Realizing she would have to either calm down or drown in cold water, Carolyn tried to get a grip on her runaway emotions. "Must be some logical explanation," her frenzied mind screamed as she saw Mrs. Stevens use a napkin to dry the water off her face. "There must be!"

Mrs. Stevens moved her napkin down to Carolyn's full chest, and carefully dried each quivering breast very thoroughly.

Calming a tiny bit, Carolyn was able to gasp some air into her lungs. Looking around, she finally realized she could use the table cloth to cover herself, just as soon as Mrs. Stevens had finished drying her.

She sat patiently as her boss rubbed the cloth briskly over her ribs and stomach. Carolyn became uncomfortable when the woman started patting her pubic area, but realized that it must have gotten wet as well.

After a few well-chosen passes of the cloth between Carolyn's partially opened thighs, Mrs. Stevens finally announced to her flushed secretary that she was dry.

Heedless of the place settings, Carolyn immediately tried pulling the table cloth so she could drape the whole thing over her shoulders, but found it was too strongly attached to the table. Too frustrated to find out how to unfasten it, the teary-eyed woman used the long hanging part of the table cloth to circle around her waist and hips as much as possible, then crossed her arms tightly over her bare chest.

Safe for the moment from blind panic, a terribly- embarrassed Carolyn needed desperately to know about her clothes.

"They are just being dried, you know," Abigail said, knowing full well what Carolyn was thinking about.

"What?" Carolyn managed to gasp.

"Your clothes. They are being dried. Should be done in a few moments."

"What... What happened?"

"It was all my fault, of course, and I am terribly, terribly sorry for any inconvenience I may have caused you. My fault, completely."

"Yes, but what happened?"

"Don't you remember? I spilled water all over you, and we gave your clothes to the waitress for drying in the kitchen."

Carolyn's bare bottom felt a familiar dampness on the padded bench and she realized that's what must have happened. But to take her clothes!

Seeing the look of disgust on Carolyn's face, Abigail said, "Cold and wet, isn't it?"

"What?"

"Your seat is very uncomfortable right now. Stand up, and I'll dry it off for you."

"Yes, you're right. Thank you." Carolyn started to stand, then realized something.

"But...but I'm not wearing...anything right now!"

"It's all right. It'll just take a split second."

"Oh!!" sputtered a protesting Carolyn, but she stood enough to raise her wet bottom off of the bench, unaware that it was now quite vulnerable. She had to use one hand to keep the table cloth from falling, while the other still covered her breasts.

Abigail quickly wiped the seat dry, being sure to brush the backs of her hands seductively against the hanging buttocks whenever possible. Next, she patted each buttock dry with her left hand while her right hand was sliding slyly between the tops of Carolyn's thighs.

"Did you...have to take all my clothes?" gasped Carolyn, as Mrs. Stevens continued the drying of her nether regions.

"Well, everything was pretty well soaked, and you certainly couldn't have gone back to the office looking like that, now could you?" Mrs. Stevens said as she slipped a single finger into the crouching Carolyn's tight, well-lubricated cunt.

"Yes, but...but isn't there a coat or something I could borrow, just until my things dry?" In her confused state of mind, Carolyn had forgotten completely about her suit jacket hanging just outside the booth.

"Nope. We already checked. You're perfectly safe, my dear. No one can see us tucked away back here in the corner, so you may as well relax," Mrs. Stevens purred, as she inserted a second finger.

"But I'm...I'm naked! I can't stay here like this!"

Carolyn had been half-standing for so long her knees and leg muscles were starting to severely ache. Crazed with tension over her nudity, she imagined Mrs. Steven's hands were all over her bottom, even inside her. Carolyn knew she was going insane.

"Sure you can. Just don't worry about it, and you'll be fine. Just relax," the cunning Abigail said as she inserted the third finger.

"Ooooohhh. Don't worry?" breathed the extremely puzzled Carolyn, her face pointed at the ceiling. "Impossible!"

"Time to let her stew a bit," Mrs. Stevens observed. She adroitly removed her fingers from Carolyn's streaming cunt, and sat back on the bench.

"All done. You can sit down, now."

Carolyn sat down and quickly wrapped the table cloth around herself once again.

Mrs. Stevens ordered them some white wine, and they sipped and talked. Under Abigail Stevens' skillful guidance, the trembling Carolyn did find herself start to relax. Mrs. Stevens began talking and touching her, just as she had earlier, and Carolyn was amused at how easy it was for everything to return to normal. Here she was, quite naked in an elegant dining room, and her new employer was still talking and gesturing like crazy, holding her occasionally on her crossed thigh as if nothing had happened. She just wished she wouldn't touch her so high up under the table cloth like that, especially when she wasn't dressed. It made her feel a little creepy sometimes.

Still, Carolyn could sense something happening to her as she sat there, acting so casually, yet aware she was about to faint from the sheer tension of it all. She had been feeling, well, tingly all over for some time, but now it seemed to be getting worse. Her nipples were quite erect in the cool air of the dining room, and she could feel a distinct dampness forming between her tightly crossed thighs.

"Was this how Tamiko always felt when she went around the apartment nude?" she wondered.

Who would have thought such a silly and embarrassing thing could also be so exciting?

She shifted her hips slightly on the padded seat and immediately lost track of what Mrs. Stevens was saying as her unprotected vulva slid over a raised portion of the smooth leather.

"Whoa!" she breathed, to the delight of Abigail Stevens, who had seen her hips move. "What was that?" Carolyn wondered, her eyes crossing from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure of the sensation.

"What was what?" asked Mrs. Stevens politely.

Realizing she had unintentionally spoken her thoughts aloud, a very embarrassed Carolyn clapped a hand over her mouth and tried to think up something to say, but couldn't.

Her mind was still totally dazzled by the sensations now coming from her throbbing crotch. She kept trying discretely to find a comfortable, less stimulating spot to sit on her small portion of the bench, but couldn't. Worse, every time she shifted her hips, the friction of her vulva moving on the leather keep sending pinwheels of light behind Carolyn's eyes! She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs but nothing seemed to help.

She could feel her vaginal secretions seeping on to the seat, making the feel of her buttocks and thighs sliding over the slick leather even more stimulating than before.

"Oh my God!" she thought. She was on the verge of losing it right here!

"Oh, no! This can't be happening. Not again!"

But it was, Carolyn knew. She was going to climax, right there in front of Mrs. Stevens if she wasn't careful.

But, try as she might, she couldn't find a spot that she didn't find terribly stimulating. She couldn't stop moving. It all felt so very good, she couldn't stand it!

"What is happening?" she wondered, as she occasionally jerked her hips on the slick seat, still trying to find the perfect spot. "Why do I keep losing control like this?"

Fighting desperately to keep from losing control of her traitorous body, Carolyn fought to think of something, anything else. She tried to focus on what Mrs. Stevens was saying to her.

Carolyn had thought that this was to her chance to learn about the company and her duties there. What it turned into was her new employer wanting practically her entire life story.

So Carolyn, on the very edge of a monstrous climax, told her of her poor background, growing up the only child of her elderly Greek parents (now deceased), and finally working her way through secretary school.

Perhaps it was her state of undress, or her highly excited emotional state, but Carolyn found herself revealing far more of her private life to Mrs. Stevens then she would have normally.

When she mentioned that she had someone, a very good friend, temporarily staying with her who was sharing her bed, Mrs. Stevens became strangely interested, especially when she found out her teenage girlfriend was an accomplished seamstress. She appeared to find it quite significant somehow, even though Carolyn was at pains to explain that her friend was just staying over for a short visit, which was good because she really didn't bother with wearing clothes much at all.

All through their conversation, the nude Carolyn gradually found herself increasingly at ease with her new employer.

"If only I weren't so excited, I could really be enjoying this," she thought.

Her previous uneasiness about Mrs. Stevens now seemed almost laughable in the present circumstances. She proved to be a witty conversationalist and a caring host.

"What could I have been thinking?" she said to herself, squirming on her vaginal juices.

A relieved Carolyn finally saw the waitress bring to the table a silver tray. On it were Carolyn's clothes, all carefully dried, pressed, and folded, with a small leather folder. "Thank God!" she said, and she didn't care who heard her, either.

The waitress placed the tray directly to the left of Mrs. Stevens.

Abigail took the folder and carefully inspected the contents. The waitress remained standing in front of their table. She began to question the waitress about each item, about possible irregularities in their check.

As an increasingly nervous Carolyn sat in her corner, trying to hide herself from the waitress, she suddenly realized that no one had made the slightest move to pass to her the clothes on the tray.

"Oh, dear!" she thought. "What if they aren't mine?" She quickly realized the absurdity of that idea, that she wasn't the only non-dressed woman in the room (actually, she wasn't, but that's another story).

"Ah, excuse me," Carolyn said softly, as she tried to interrupt the discussion over the check.

"In a moment, Carolyn," said Mrs. Stevens absently, going immediately beck to her talk with their waitress.

Knowing already how intense Abigail Stevens could become when she was involved with something, Carolyn realized that it was up to her to retrieve her clothes. Otherwise, they might be there all day, and she desperately wanted to get dressed as soon as possible.

Careful to keep her right arm pressed over her tingling breasts and the table cloth wrapped around her waist, Carolyn tried to reach past the front of Mrs. Stevens, but immediately drew her arm back when Mrs. Stevens shot her a very irritated look.

"Sorry," squeaked the nude Carolyn as she sank back onto her very wet seat. "Oohh!" she moaned from the incredible sensations generated by the fresh contact of her vulva on the lubricated leather.

Unconsciously biting her lower lip, she dropped her arms from her breasts and gripped the cloth on the table top in front of her tightly with both hands, her knuckles white. Frantically, she fought against the climax building within her.

"No, NO, NO!!" she said deliberately. Carolyn felt close to victory when a gesturing Mrs. Murphy accidentally brushed her very erect left nipple with the back of her hand.

"OOOoooh, noooo!" wailed Carolyn as her entire body convulsed with the full force of her orgasm. Helpless, she fell against a very pleased Mrs. Murphy and clung to her desperately while her body shook and spasmed.

"I think we are going to need some fresh towels here," Abigail dryly told the laughing waitress.

A much chagrined Carolyn Lord, cleaned up from her undetermined accident, looked about expectantly, but didn't see what she was searching for. Her clothes were now waiting in front of her, and she needed a place to change.

"Change here at the table," suggested Abigail. "You don't really want to go to the ladies room like that, do you? Just pretend you're at the beach. I promise not to look. Scout's honor," she said, secretly crossing her fingers.

"It's not that, it's just.... I couldn't.... Oh, hell! Never mind!" Carolyn snapped irritably.

She figured that after what just happened, what difference could changing publicly possibly make now?

Even so, Carolyn took precautions. She took the end of the table cloth in her teeth as she saw them do on the beaches in Greece, and slid her hips to the edge of the bench seat, in order to have as much of herself covered as possible when she started getting dressed underneath.

"Damn!" she gasped with eyes wide in surprise as she waited for the sudden throbbing of her crotch to subside. "No more nude sitting!" she vowed to herself. "This is nuts!"

After she recovered sufficiently to get dressed, Carolyn moved her things to the bench beside her. As she struggled with her clothes under the cloth, Carolyn watched her employer sign the check and return the folder, without any payment that she could see, back to the waitress.

"All bills come due at the end of the month," Mrs. Stevens said to the dressing Carolyn's unspoken question. "If you're not on time with the complete payment, you are out in the cold, literally. By that I mean the member is permanently banished from the club."

"My goodness!" Carolyn muttered between clenched teeth. "Is this place that popular where they could afford to do that? I've lived in this area all my life but this is the first time I have even heard of it."

"Popular? Hah! The waiting list is up to three years for most new members. You probably haven't heard of it because the club likes to keep a low profile and its membership discrete. Remember how privacy is part of the rules?"

Carolyn buttoned her blouse, then removed the table cloth from her strong, white teeth.

"Sure, I understand," she said, tucking in her blouse. "But about membership. 'For most', you said. What about the others?"

"The membership committee decides who comes in and when. Someone offering certain special...ah...attributes might be moved to the head of the line, especially if she has one or more sponsors on the committee."

"Is it a question of money?"

"Not always. Quite often, a discounted membership is given to a young g..., person, if they prove to be particularly...worthy."

"So a poor secretary like myself could have a chance for membership?"

Mrs. Stevens' eyes assumed a warm glow as she explained, "Carolyn, I could probably get you a membership in a heartbeat. That is, if you really wanted one."

"Oh, my. Such an offer! But I would really have to think about adding to my other commitments right now. I mean, my membership to my own health club is good for another year yet. I thank you for the offer, though. You do understand why I can't accept, don't you?"

"Absolutely. Did I tell you that your other membership could be transferable? Oh, yes! One day, when we don't have to be back at work, I would love to show you around. It would certainly give you a better perspective on what you would be missing. Speaking for myself, my membership here is one of the few things I truly value in this world. That, and your company, of course," Mrs. Stevens said, as she firmly gripped Carolyn's upper left thigh in emphasis.

"Mrs. Stevens, please!" the blushing Carolyn said, lowering her head in embarrassment. "But thank you for saying so, anyway."

The woman was unaware of the hand so high up on her thigh. Mrs. Stevens had been touching her leg so much during their time together, Carolyn didn't really notice any longer. But it was really something else which now had all of Carolyn's attention.

It was Mrs. Stevens' most complementary remark that threw Carolyn into a mental spin. All that the dazed young woman could think of was Tamiko, and how much the Japanese girl meant to her. She was the only person who had told her something nice like that and had meant it.

Now Carolyn wondered if she had in fact chanced upon another good friend, even if the friend was her new boss. Because, after her last betrayal, she felt that she really needed some true friends. People she could trust, people who would never think of taking advantage of her. Even better if the person was her employer. Look how well Mrs. Stevens had taken care of her so far, like she was her own daughter.

"It would be so wonderful to have someone to work with instead of against for a change," Carolyn thought hopefully as Mrs. Stevens casually put an arm around her waist after they had gotten up to leave.

If only it were true.

Carolyn did not notice Abigail Stevens' air of ownership when she pulled her beautiful new secretary close beside her, as they walked through the dining room. Nor did Carolyn notice the discrete yet knowing wink she gave to certain diners as Mrs. Stevens casually draped her hand over the upper part of Carolyn's right buttock.

The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part Three

Upon their return to the office, a strangely satisfied Carolyn was left alone to happily settle into her new job. She occupied the anteroom to Mrs. Stevens' much larger office, but, small as it was, it was all hers to organize and decorate as she liked. It was her first office and she resolved to do it and her new employer justice.

She found that Mrs. Stevens had obtained all new furniture, the latest in office equipment, and even some appliances and decorations. Carolyn checked the invoices for everything, and was surprised to find them with the same date Carolyn had returned Mrs. Stevens' call to indicate her interest in the position of the woman's executive secretary.

"This is interesting," Carolyn said. She wasn't even an employee yet, but Mrs. Stevens had placed an order for all of this equipment for her to use anyway.

Carolyn was a little surprised at the timing of the order, but decided that the woman must truly value her services, to be putting her company through such trouble expense just for her own secretary.

"Wow! What an employer!" Carolyn thought happily.

Carolyn soon became completely immersed in the process of sorting and organizing the many files, ordering consumable supplies for her desk, reviewing company phone directories, getting her own on-line account for the company's computer network, and all the innumerable other things now required of her, so that she would be able to start functioning as soon as possible.

The company, she discovered in the employee handbook, was extremely computer-oriented, and tried to keep the use of paper down to a minimum. She looked for a moment at the stacks of files and folders she had yet to sort piled in front of the large file cabinet.

"Right," she said.

It seemed to her that everything (forms, messages, notes, memos, conferences) but everything was electronic, with an extensive back-up program to prevent the loss of any data. She found it most impressive, provided of course, that it all worked as advertised.

What she didn't like was that, starting tomorrow, she had to attend four days of mandatory evening classes for computer orientation.

"Phooey," she said as she looked through the company's software user's guide. "I could pick this stuff up on my own in no time at all. What a waste!"

But, as she was still the new girl in the neighborhood, she decided it would be for the best if she kept everyone happy and just did what was required of her. For now, anyway.

In spite of a busy schedule, Mrs. Stevens would never leave her alone for very long. She would casually drop in on her from time to time, to see how she was getting along. Carolyn still wondered why she had felt so strongly against this kind and considerate woman, when they had first briefly met at her old law firm.

Today Mrs. Stevens seemed to be deliberately going out of her way to help her, which made Carolyn like her all the more. In her isolated life, she was not used to the kindness of strangers.

Once, when she was standing on a chair in her stocking feet, trying to hang a planter from the ceiling, Mrs. Stevens was kind enough to hold her by the hips so that she wouldn't fall. Of course, in the excitement of the installation her boss' hands kept slipping, and more than once moved completely over the tight material covering an embarrassed Carolyn's jutting buttocks. She had her hands full with the planter and there wasn't anything she could do about it anyway without making a scene. Besides, Carolyn knew it was just an accident which could have happened to anyone.

Another time, Carolyn was putting up a status board and her employer came right up behind her, and without even having to be asked, helped her hold the large frame. Carolyn was impressed that she did this selfless act without even minding she had to press her body fully against her secretary's in order to help her.

Carolyn knew that employers like that didn't come along every day.

It was 3:30pm, and Miss Carolyn Lord surveyed her new domain with satisfaction. It had taken her all afternoon, but she finally felt moved in and ready for business.

There was only one thing left to do, find a plug for her new instant coffee maker and mug warmer.

She couldn't use her desk outlets for them, because such heavy users of electrical current had a habit of causing all sorts of computer problems when used on the same power strip as a PC. No, they needed an outlet of their own. The trouble was, there didn't seem to be one.

Carolyn carefully inspected the room, trying to think of all the most inconvenient places an electrical outlet might be located. Her gaze finally came to rest on the file cabinet located across the room. It was four wide drawers across and six drawers tall. It was huge.

"Perfect!" she said to herself. "Where else would it be, but behind there?"

Gathering up her appliances, Carolyn took them over to the cabinet.

"We must get a table for these," she muttered as she stretched to place everything on top of the cabinet, as close to the wall as possible.

She walked around to the side and, sure enough, in the darkness behind the metal cabinet, she could just make out the faint shape of a wall outlet right there in the center.

"Got you," she said to the outlet. Now, all she had to do was reach it. It was a very narrow space between the wall and the cabinet, but Carolyn was sure she could do it.

She went around to the front again and made sure the plugs to her appliances were hanging over the top, where she could get to them from the back. She then took off her suit jacket and hung it carefully on the back of a near-by chair. No point it getting it dirty and loosing even more buttons. Who knew what was behind there?

After going around to the side again, she inspected where her plugs were hanging and where she had to go for the outlet one last time. "This should take about one minute," she thought. Carolyn took a deep breath, then let it out. She was ready!

Carolyn slowly slid her head and shoulders into the confined area behind the cabinet. She found immediately that it was much more narrow then she had at first thought. Her breasts were pressed against the cold metal back of the cabinet. She found she could still move though, and so she continued to slide toward the hanging plugs.

She was almost within reach of the plugs when she felt the front of her blouse catch on something. In was far too narrow for her to use her hands to find out what the trouble was.

"Damn," she muttered. "Can't anything go right?"

No matter which way she tried to move, she couldn't free it. Well, she was too close to quit now, so she kept moving towards the plugs, while her blouse grew tighter and tighter. "Why won't those damn buttons open now?" she thought bitterly.

Finally a button popped off, then two more. Her blouse loosened a bit and she was finally able to reach the plugs, but she knew that those buttons were lost forever in the darkness, and she had no spares with her for later repairs.

Carolyn wondered briefly if she should just give up caffeine at this point in her life and get the Hell out of there.

Making sure she had a good grip on the two plugs, she started sliding down towards where she knew the electrical outlet should be located. As she slid slowly down the back of the cabinet, more of her blouse buttons kept popping. Finally, Carolyn could feel her that blouse had been pulled out of her skirt's waistband and was now completely opened. It was still caught on something above her, but with the blouse now almost off her she was just able to reach the floor. Her thin bra was now the only thing between her sensitive breasts and the cold metal of the cabinet.

Thankfully, after some frantic searching Carolyn's left hand finally came into contact with the smooth plastic outlet covering, but it was much, much lower than she had imagined it.

She transferred the plugs carefully from her right hand, which was above her, to her left hand located below her. Now, all she had to do was fit two plugs single- handed into the outlet and she was done.

It was in a awkward place to begin with, near the baseboard, directly behind the wide, heavy cabinet. Carolyn was bent far over at the waist, but couldn't fit the plugs she was holding into the polarized receptacle the correct way. It was just too dark back there for her to see properly. She had been bent over long enough for the blood to start rushing to her head, but still she persevered. She just couldn't make them fit. The easiest thing would have been to simply back out and move the file cabinet, but she would have to empty it first and she wasn't about to do that. She had just spent most of the afternoon filling the damn thing!

So she stayed at it, trying not to get too angry or too dizzy. She was getting ready for another try when she felt a pair of now-familiar hands on her hips.

"Oh! Mrs. Stevens? Is that you?" she called.

"Yes, Carolyn. It's me. What on earth are you doing back there?"

"Trying to get these plugs in and not faint at the same time."

A puzzled Carolyn felt Mrs. Stevens press herself fully against her embarrassingly positioned behind and the backs of her legs. The woman had her arms circled around Carolyn's waist, her hands resting on Carolyn's bare stomach.

"I'm trying to see what's going on, dear, but it's too dark. What's that white thing? Is that your blouse?"

"Yes, it's caught on something. Look, I've already found the outlet, Mrs. Stevens. It's these damn plugs, they keep twisting on me."

"Don't worry, I'll hold you."

"Thank you." Carolyn knew she just wanted to help as she felt Mrs. Stevens' comforting hands moving mysteriously about her waist.

"However," she thought, "if she really wants to be of assistance, a flashlight right about now would be much more useful."

"Oops! Sorry, honey. Something just snapped," Mrs. Stevens said, surprised that she had so easily unfastened the preoccupied Carolyn's skirt. "Someone has been busy here," she said, thoughtfully remembering the enlarged button-holes.

"What?" Carolyn asked, relieved with finally getting one of the plugs in correctly. "Phew!" she thought. "Hope I have sense enough never to do this again!"

With a triumphant "A-ha!" Carolyn at last was able to insert the second plug as her skirt slipped unaided to the floor.

Feeling an unusual draft on her hips, she looked at her feet upside-down and saw a disturbing pile of cloth around there. It took a moment for the dizzy Carolyn to realize just what it was she was looking at.

"Oh, my God!" she cried. It was her skirt! It had just fallen off!

She frantically tried to back out from behind the cabinet and felt her blouse being pulled over her head.

Again she tried to find what it was attached to, but in the narrow darkness, she could not. Finally in disgust, she literally fought with the blouse until she was able to pull it over her head and off her arms.

Free at last, Carolyn again started to slide out from behind the cabinet. Her bra strap, however, had caught on an old cable-run mounting on the wall behind her during her struggle to remove the blouse, and she couldn't move an inch.

"Oh, no!" she cried as she now struggled to free her bra strap. "Not again!" She couldn't get her hands behind her to free it, so she simply used her body to pull on the strap as much as possible. The altered strap broke quickly under the constant pressure and Carolyn finally felt free to move.

She had to be careful now, because the only thing holding her bra cups in place over her breasts was the cabinet.

While Carolyn had been busy with blouse and bra, Mrs. Stevens had not been idle. She had been running her hands lightly over the woman's bucking hips and legs. Her actions were adding greatly to the unaware Carolyn's feelings of nervousness.

"I must see these," Mrs. Stevens thought, looking over the handsome yet still protected buttocks. Choosing a time when Carolyn was particularly busy, she pinched the narrow right side of Carolyn's panties together and looped it and a bit of pantyhose over the rough protruding head of a large machine screw, which was located on the back of the cabinet.

"Now let's see what happens," Mrs. Stevens thought expectantly as she enjoyed her handiwork.

So careful was she with her bra, that Carolyn never even noticed that anything was wrong with her panties. The more Carolyn tried to back out, though, the more the panties were pulled higher and higher over the smooth flesh of her hips, and the tighter the material became. Meanwhile, a hole cut into the top portion of her pantyhose by the rough screwhead caused the delicate material to become caught on the protruding screw as well. It began to rip and tear, the runs rapidly spreading across the panty portion of the garment. Soon the top and right leg of Carolyn's pantyhose resembled the web of a deranged spider.

Worse and worse her situation became, as Carolyn continued to struggle frantically to get from behind the cabinet and refasten her skirt. Her pantyhose rapidly disintegrated until all that remained of it was the left leg and the waistband. The rest of her flesh, except for the tiny bit still covered by the ravaged panties, from her waist down was completely exposed to the delighted gaze of her employer.

As she tried harder and harder to leave the narrow space, Carolyn grew increasingly careless about her bra cups. After one particularly violent (yet fruitless) effort on her part, Carolyn was shocked by the feel of cold metal on her sensitive breast flesh and nipples.

But now she had other, more pressing matters to worry about. The taut material of her strained panties had bunched between her buttocks and dug into soft hyper- sensitive flesh of her vulva. Carolyn kept trying to back out, but realized she wasn't going anywhere. Finally she noticed that something behind her was wrong, but by then it was too late.

Somehow she had become caught on something again. Her panties had become terribly uncomfortable for her, so they were what was probably snared. Soon she could feel the rough cloth of Mrs. Stevens tweed business suit on her sensitive buttocks, and knew with a terrible certainty that not only her panties but her pantyhose as well had been affected. Carolyn realized with horror that the ass cheeks of her raised behind were now completely exposed to her new employer and she was helpless to do anything about it!

"Help me, please! My clothes are caught on something. I'm completely stuck!"

"Let me see here," Mrs. Stevens said. She stood back and slowly ran her hands over each delectable, trembling buttock several times, savoring the feel of the firm, healthy flesh.

"Must you do that?" gulped Carolyn.

"Need to find out where you're attached, honey. Now, you just take it easy and let me work."

"O...Okay."

Mrs. Stevens brought up Carolyn's skirt from the floor. At first, Carolyn hopefully thought that the woman was going to refasten her skirt for her while she looked for whatever she was caught on.

But, that was not what happened at all. Mrs. Stevens brought the skirt up past Carolyn's exposed hips and, after briefly freeing the caught panties, kept on sliding it down her back. She flipped the skirt inside-out and left it draped over the helpless Carolyn's head!

"Hey!" the surprised Carolyn shouted, her voice muffled by the skirt. "Why did you do that?"

"To get it out of the way, of course. Or would you rather have me step all over it and ruin it?"

"Oh. Well, no. I guess not. But, please hurry! The blood's all rushing to my head and I'm feeling very dizzy right now."

Mrs. Stevens was in ecstasy. She now had the delectable Miss Carolyn Lord all to herself to do with as she pleased, and this on the first day! what had happened earlier at the club was nothing compared to this!

She regretted not having access to Carolyn's fantastic breasts, but it was early yet. You never know!

With Carolyn bent over helpless before her, Mrs. Stevens began at the trapped woman's waist. Making sure to lovingly sample every inch of flesh she could reach, she slowly moved her hands over the beautiful body. She kept up a running commentary for Carolyn's benefit, on the success of her through search for what was snagged on the poor woman's clothes.

By the time she reached the woman's feet (still in their pumps), Carolyn was trembling uncontrollably all over her body. She wasn't really sure what was happening in the world outside of the skirt covering her head. Between the blood roaring in her ears and Mrs. Stevens search, Carolyn was in a state of fine frenzy. The fires within her were practically out of control, and she had no idea why. Rational thought was rapidly becoming a thing of the past. All she could thing about were Mrs. Stevens lovely hands moving over her. Could the woman not realize what she was doing to her, in trying to help her?

All Carolyn knew for sure was that is must end soon, or she would surely go mad!

Mrs. Stevens, having a very good idea of Carolyn's emotional state, knelt behind her legs and began to carefully tease Carolyn's wonderful cunt, so poorly protected by the already soaked material of the caught panties.

Carolyn started gasping for breath. It was all becoming too much for her. The blood was roaring ever loader in her head and she knew she was close to passing out. The tingling between her trembling thighs was driving her mad. Something had to stop soon, it just had too!

Finally, her body had been teased enough. "Aaah!" Carolyn screamed briefly when she climaxed, before blessed unconscious overtook her. When her knees buckled, she hung for a moment by her tortured panties. With a quick "rip" the light material gave way under the strain and the unconscious Carolyn fell naked to the carpeted floor behind the cabinet, her torn panties and remaining bits of pantyhose hanging uselessly on the screw.

Carolyn's eyes flickered open. Disoriented by her ordeal, only slowly did she became aware of her surroundings. She looked around and eventually realized that she was laying naked and alone on the leather couch in Mrs. Stevens office. Of her clothes there was not a sign.

"Oh, no. Not again!"

She got up and began looking around the office for her things. She found what was left of her clothes in a folded pile on the chair behind the desk. After giving the closed door of the office a fast glance, she quickly put on her skirt. Next came the buttonless blouse, which she tucked into her skirt. She padded barefoot into her own office carrying her ripped bra and got five safety pins from her desk. She used one to repair her broken bra strap and the rest of the pins to close the more critical buttons of her blouse.

Carolyn had already put on her bra was just finishing closing her blouse when Mrs. Stevens swept into the room holding a measuring tape.

"You're up! How do you feel?"

"Uh, much better, thank you," Carolyn said sheepishly, not sure how much Mrs. Stevens really knew about what happened to her.

"Okay, let's get you measured."

"Measured for what?" Carolyn said in alarm as Mrs. Stevens came rapidly towards her.

"We need to replace the underwear you lost today, honey. Going to have someone pick it up now, so we can't delay. Can't have you going home like that, now, can we?"

"Thank you," Carolyn said simply, almost over come with emotion. "That's very kind of you."

"Well, you're very special to us here. It's the least we can do. Now, stand still a moment, will you?"

Carolyn had to turn so that Mrs. Stevens wouldn't see the tears of gratitude forming in her dark eyes.

"I'm 'very special' here," she thought. "Very special."

Mrs. Stevens began using the tape measure around Carolyn's hips. Carolyn heard her mutter,

"Damn skirt!" just before it was once again around her ankles.

"Oh, my!" Carolyn gasped in surprise, now completely bottomless in front of her employer.

"Is this really necessary?" she blurted as she tried to cover herself. "I mean, I do know my own sizes."

"You might, but I don't. Besides, I like to get things exact. Look, you've had enough fun for one day, okay? Time to let someone else take charge of things. Now stop fidgeting, keep your hands at your sides, and stand perfectly still, damn it!"

"Yes, ma'am." Carolyn reluctantly did as she was told, and did not move while Mrs. Stevens plied her with a tape measure. After doing her waist and hips a few times, Carolyn jumped when Mrs. Stevens started to open the safety pins holding her blouse closed.

"But, ah..." Carolyn began, only to be cut off by her boss.

"Now, now. It's getting in the way of the measurements."

"Oh." Soon her blouse had joined her skirt. When the measurements of her bust began, Carolyn was dismayed to learn that her bra had to come off as well.

So there she stood, in the office of her new employer, completely nude, while Mrs. Stevens plied her with the measuring tape.

Carolyn had never realized that taking a person's measurements could be so difficult. Mrs. Stevens spent a great deal of time working on her bust, draping the tape over her pert breasts again and again, dragging to tape from left to right and back again. The constant unintentional friction of the tape moving over her sensitive nipples caused them to leap to attention, making the exasperated Mrs. Stevens exclaim to Carolyn's chagrin that now the bust measurements needed to be done all over again.

Coolly the woman worked up and down the length and breath of Carolyn Lord's trembling, vulnerable naked body. She used every excuse to secretly yet skillfully touch, caress, fondle, and stroke the beautiful, unsuspecting woman standing before her, from head to toe.

By the time a more than satisfied Mrs. Stevens had finished and left the room to make the necessary arrangements for her secretary's new underwear, Carolyn was panting. Her nipples were very erect, and her heaving breasts felt swollen. Sweat had broken out along her hairline and was running down the center of her back. She could even feel a trickle of vaginal secretions running between her thighs. She had never felt so ashamed!

She had just recovered from her last loss of control, and here she was getting ready to do it again! Even worse, she had gotten this way just from someone taking her measurements! Her measurements!

"Oh, Dear God! Will I never be free of these bizarre sensations I get anytime someone touches me?" she wailed to the empty room. The room did not answer.

Carolyn used some tissues to carefully dry herself off. She then thankfully put on her bra, blouse, and skirt once again.

When her clothes arrived, Mrs. Stevens remained with her, to make sure everything fitted properly. She even helped her with her clothes, first to take off her skirt, then pulling on the new panties, and then finally the new pantyhose.

Carolyn knew you couldn't hope for a better, more caring friend and employer then that!

As the day drew to a close, Carolyn was convinced that Abigail Stevens was one of that few people she could absolutely trust. She was always helping her around the office, had freed her from her terrible predicament, had insisted on doing such mundane things as measuring her herself, and even had new underwear purchased for her and brought to the office.

She knew very well that friends like these you are fortunate enough to find only once or twice in an entire lifetime. It looked like she had now found her two, Tamiko and Mrs. Abigail Stevens, and the thought made her feel very safe.

The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part Four

That evening a very exhausted but strangely content Carolyn Lord parked her car in front of her apartment building. As she walked from the parking lot to her second-floor apartment, Carolyn thought about her day.

In spite of the strange things that had happened to her afternoon, she felt her new job was just perfect. Even better for her, she knew that her boss was indeed a true friend. Life was beautiful once again. The only dark spot was the knowledge that she had more reacted sexually while in a perfectly innocent situation with someone (with a woman who was her employer no less!) who had just been trying to help her.

Well! She refused to let it get her down, not anymore. So there, God! She had just spent the worst two weeks of her life soul searching and guilt ridden, and for what? What did it get her? What good did it do?

During the last day at her old firm, she had been deliberately betrayed by the individuals who worked there. She had been naive then and had trusted people, but not anymore. Those days were done. She was on her guard now, no question. That sort of thing would never happen again! Besides, the chances of her falling in with another such herd of sick cows like that were almost nonexistent. How many odd if not out-and-out deranged people like that could there be in the world?

A common sense solution which just took care of that problem, Carolyn noted with satisfaction. Now she wouldn't feel compelled to shut herself away in her apartment for the rest of her life.

One difficulty now remained. She knew it to be her real problem, and its unplanned and decidedly unexpected occurrence bothered her greatly. It was her recent habit of becoming sexually stimulated at inappropriate times and with the wrong people. Not just stimulated, but...peaking, and in the oddest situations, too. It was terribly embarrassing and she didn't know what in Hell to do about it.

Well, if she had a problem, then it was up to her to solve it, plain and simple. She had always found a direct approached worked best for most things. Okay, then. She would be direct. She would just resolve to ignore any such feelings in the future, that's all.

Carolyn had overcome many difficulties in her 30 years, and she was still confident (in spite of all the recent evidence to the contrary) that she could overcome this one as well. She reasoned that it was simply a question of will, and she, Miss Carolyn Lord, possessed will and then some. She would not run away screaming like a frightened schoolgirl every time someone innocently touched her, it just wasn't right. It wasn't their problem, it was hers.

She knew she could beat the fire which was now always smoldering within her, just below the surface. She knew she could beat it.

Strangely, she only hoped that in beating the fire, she didn't put it out completely. Her life before the fire could be labeled as being complete, yet in truth it was sadly lacking something. Her life, since the fire had been lighted that one Friday evening, hadn't been lacking anything, except control, something which she once had in abundance. Secretly, she had to admit the fire did produce something quiet unexpected: fascinating and highly pleasing sensations. Oh, Yes! Even now, just thinking about it caused major tingles to radiate throughout her body from between her legs.

She found the whole situation very weird, yet secretly exciting as well.

She would talk all of this out later tonight with Tamiko, of course, after dinner. "Thank God for Tamiko," Carolyn said, as she always did when she approached her door. "Thank God for Tamiko."

Upon entering the apartment, she found everything had been set up for a special occasion. The table was fully set with her best silver and china and wonderful aromas were coming from the kitchen.

"Tamiko!" she called gaily. "I'm home!"

Her friend glided out of the kitchen wearing a very short, white silk robe and carrying a large frosted glass containing a red liquid.

Seeing her friend, Carolyn thought, "It must be a special occasion tonight, she's dressed!"

"It went well?" Tamiko asked politely.

"Girl, it went very well. So, what's all this?"

"In celebration over your new job, of course," Tamiko said. Holding the glass up with both hands, Tamiko bowed deeply and said, "For you, my precious."

"MMmmm, Mai Tai," Carolyn murmured. "My favorite." She took the offered glass and drank deeply. "Thank you. You know how much I just love an ice-cold glass of fruit juice."

"Yes, I know," Tamiko said dryly. "Now, go take your shower and I'll lay out your clothes for you."

Carolyn sighed. "Here we go, again," she thought.

"Tamiko, you know how much I appreciate your help, but you really don't need to pick out my clothes for me all the time. I'm quite capable of doing it myself, really. Besides, I think you like things a little tighter that what I'm used to wearing."

"Of course. On your own, you dress like an unmade bed. With me, you are always elegant. Now go and do as you are told. Then we can enjoy a true Japanese meal I've made with my own hands, to celebrate your successful new position."

"Okay, okay," said Carolyn, laughing. There was something about a Japanese insult that was very Greek, she thought.

"I'll go," she said, still smiling. "But Japanese food? Great! I was wondering when we were going to do this. What are we having?"

"Only the finest in Oriental cuisine, that's all. Now, get going, or do I have to undress you again?"

"Oh no!" exclaimed a suddenly alarmed Carolyn. "That's all right. I'm really too tired to play tonight, anyway. I'll go peacefully."

Once, when Carolyn felt too depressed even to bother with a shower, Tamiko had proceeded to strip her naked right there on the living room couch. Protest as she might, Carolyn couldn't prevent loosing item after item, garment after garment. When she had been made completely naked, and was cringing on the couch trying to cover herself, a laughing Tamiko dragged her nude to the shower and, after turning on the water, had thrust her inside.

"Need any help with your back?"

"No, that's okay," Carolyn said ruefully, water pouring over her head. "You've done more that enough already, thank you. Now shut the damn door before we flood the place and go away!"

In the shower Carolyn realized at the time that, as usual with the frequently outrageous Tamiko, her black mood had completely disappeared, and as some sort of weird side effect, she felt oddly alive all over.

"She's a true treasure, that one," Carolyn thought. "Really must find a cousin for her. Maybe it would help her burn off some of that excess energy she has so much of."

Looking forward to her first Japanese meal, Carolyn showered with a passion, scrubbing away the grime (and some sticky vaginal fluid) from her first day on the job. She was feeling mellow, just like she always did after having her favorite fruit drink. Who would have thought that a combination of standard tropical fruit juices could produce such a pleasing effect, and all without the use of alcohol?

Hearing a noise, she turned and, through the misted glass, saw Tamiko picking up all the clothes she had left in her haste on the floor of the bathroom. Carolyn wanted to tell her to be sure and leave her underwear, but the waving Tamiko had quickly left the room before she had a chance.

After her shower, a much refreshed Carolyn exited the bathroom in her usual towel to find a long emerald-green silk dressing gown with half-sleeves and a black set of tabi socks laid out on the bed.

"Beautiful," she said. "But first things first."

She went to her dresser's underwear drawer and found it completely empty. "I don't believe this," she muttered. She stuck her out into the hallway. "Tamiko! Where is everything?"

"Where is what, my precious?"

"You know what. My underwear. All of my underwear is missing."

"They aren't missing, my precious. They are being washed, that is all."

"All of them? At the same time? What am I supposed to wear this evening, until they're done?"

"Everything you need is on the bed. Now, don't bother me about trivialities, I am cooking!"

"Trivialities?! All right, have it your way," she yelled down the hall. "See if I care."

To herself she added, "But if there's a fire, life could get very interesting around here."

Carolyn went back into the bedroom, removed her towel and left it folded neatly on a chair. Sighing, she put on the robe and tied the slick silk sash. She slipped her feet into the tabi socks and fastened them. Finally, she looked at her full-length mirror.

"Wow," she breathed. "Tamiko, you shouldn't have." Along the length of the shiny green material were shimmering dragons made of black and gold.

"It is truly beautiful," she thought. Naturally, since it came from Tamiko, it followed faithfully her every curve and bulge.

Sighing again over her lack of underwear, she left the bedroom and headed for the kitchen. Well, how could spending one evening without bra and panties matter? She certainly wasn't planning on going anywhere. No company was expected this evening. Besides, Tamiko had spent the last two weeks running around the apartment looking a whole lot worse without any problems at all.

"Might as well give her a hand," Carolyn thought. She caught another whiff of those delicious aromas. Odd, but there was something vaguely familiar about them. The closer she got to the kitchen, the more familiar they became.

"What kind of Japanese cooking is this, anyway?" she asked as she entered the kitchen.

"If you really must know, we are having: dolmathes, keftethies, souvlakia, pastitsio, and a little number called 5-Star Metaxa to wash it all down."

"Why you little faker!" A smiling Carolyn put her arms around Tamiko's waist. "That food is about as Japanese as I am."

"Well, this is your celebration after all," said Tamiko as she placed her arms around Carolyn's waist and drew her close.

"Where did you get all the recipes?"

"From that Greek cookbook you've put together on your computer. I've been studying it for a week now."

"Metaxa! That's very good stuff, but, also very strong. You know I don't drink, Tamiko."

"I know it very well," Tamiko said, sighing. "However, I think, my precious, that tonight you can make a small exception."

Tamiko leaned up and kissed Carolyn very gently on the mouth.

"Please, don't do that," Carolyn breathed. "You know what that does to me."

"No, I don't. Tell me!" Tamiko said as she kissed the blushing Carolyn again.

Carolyn felt everything spinning out of control as the Japanese teenager pressed her lips tightly against Carolyn's. Nothing mattered for the moment, not even when she felt her sash being opened and her beautiful robe being pulled off of her shoulders. "I'll fix everything in a second," she thought. "Just as soon as Tamiko is finished."

Tamiko reluctantly broke the kiss, leaving a dizzy Carolyn holding onto the back of a chair for support.

"I want you like this tonight," Tamiko said as she folded the robe over her arm.

"Like what?" asked a perplexed Carolyn.

"Just as you are, naked!"

"Tamiko, please be serious," a shocked Carolyn pleaded when she realized that her friend was serious.

Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, she placed her left arm over her breasts and her right hand over her sex. "I can't go around like this. Someone might see!"

"Just as you are, I said. With nothing more, and nothing less, will you spend the rest of the evening."

"No, I will not. It's a silly and childish thing to do."

"You refuse?" Tamiko asked coldly, walking towards her.

"Tamiko, please, please don't make me do this. It's not right."

The small teenager stood directly in front of Carolyn, and looked deeply into her confused eyes. "I'll decide what's right for you, my precious. Don't you worry about that."

During the meal, a nude but strangely animated Carolyn talked of her experiences at work while Tamiko related tales from her day of classes at the university. She found herself feeling more and more excited, yet nothing really had happened to justify it. The simple act of sitting at the dinner table nude was turning her on to an incredible degree.

Carolyn realized that she had been spending a lot of time in various states of undress lately, for one stupid reason or another, but this was the first time she had actually enjoyed doing so. There was no fear in this room. There was no one here to see her, or to take advantage of her vulnerability. It was just Tamiko wearing the strangest look of contentment and her, in their own private paradise. Once she had gotten over her initial embarrassment, there was only her own simmering sexuality to contend with, and nothing else.

To her surprise, the very fact that Tamiko had remained fully dressed for a change had only served to heighten Carolyn's feelings of excitement. Also, Tamiko's insistence that Carolyn do all of the serving tonight was something else which added to her secret sensations of sexual excitement.

Carolyn hoped to keep her runaway emotions hidden from her friend, in case she would think less of her for feeling this way, but there were certain signs she found it impossible to conceal in her nude state.

Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, pointing out from her proud swollen breasts like long pink soldiers standing at attention. She had become so wet down below that she had to discreetly cover her seat with a few cloth napkins, otherwise she was afraid the seat pad would become hopelessly stained with her freely flowing vaginal secretions. Carolyn kept her legs tightly crossed to try and control the fires growing within her.

She kept drinking the Metaxa, hoping it would help quell the flames, but it was only making her giggle and sing Greek songs she had learned as a child.

Carolyn had never known that eating could be so much fun!

Finally the delightful meal was over and Carolyn was a little disappointed. She was feeling so good right now, she had hoped this meal could go on forever.

"All right, my precious," said Tamiko. "You can clear the table now."

Carolyn pouted a moment, then said playfully, "But I don't want to! Why don't you do it?"

"Because I cooked it, that's why. Now clear it."

"Jeeze, what a slave driver!" Carolyn said as she staggered to her feet.

"Whoa!" she muttered as her apartment did some interesting dips and turns. Odd, she never remembered it doing such things before.

She waited until the room settled down a bit, then collected her dirty plates. Carefully walking over to where Tamiko was still sitting, she leaned over the teenager to get her dishes.

After watching vaginal fluids run down between the woman's inner thighs, the Japanese girl reached out and pulled gently on Carolyn's erect nipples.

"Oh, my!" Carolyn breathed as she closed her eyes. She almost dropped the dishes in shock over the highly erotic sensations now radiating from her breasts as Tamiko continued to rhythmically pull and twist on the pink tissue.

"Oh, my!" she breathed again. With her hands full of dishes, she could only stand there, wearing only her Japanese house slippers, bent over the table, her breath coming in gasps as Tamiko continued to manipulate the sensitive pink buds on her hanging breasts.

Suddenly feeling dizzy, Carolyn leaned further over and placed all of the dishes she was carrying back on the table. She planted both her hands firmly on the table and used her arms for support as she through her head back, trying to clear it.

Tamiko continued her expert loving manipulation of Carolyn's nipples, until with a low groan Carolyn collapsed insensible over the dirty dishes on the table.

In the throes of a mighty orgasm, Carolyn did not notice Tamiko get up from the table and strip. Nor did she notice that Tamiko was wearing a rather lethal looking dildo with various small knobs and bumps on its surface under her clothes, strapped around her hips.

Tamiko got behind the still woman and, kneeling on a chair, began to work the tip of the dildo into Carolyn's thoroughly lubricated vulva.

"Uuhhh," Carolyn groaned as she felt herself be penetrated from behind. She wasn't really sure if it was real or just another of her realistic dreams, but for once she simply didn't care. It felt too good to care!

She spread her legs and raised her hips as much as she could as the dildo continued its smooth, slow passage into her hot, steaming vagina.

When she felt the dildo was in far enough (Carolyn was feeling very stuffed indeed), Tamiko began a wondrous back-and-forth motion with her hips, and the double- headed dildo (one end had been inside Tamiko the entire evening) worked its marvelous spell on both women at the same time.

Carolyn and Tamiko panted and groaned to the educated movements of Tamiko's practiced hips. After having drawn it out as long as she could, Tamiko quickened the pace until her hips became a faint blur.

The woman and the girl cried out their joy simultaneously as their vaginas began to spasmed gleefully around the cunningly-made dildo at the same time. Eventually, even Tamiko had had enough and she passed out on top of an already unconscious Carolyn, leaving the dildo still inserted in their nevertheless pulsating vaginas.

After she recovered, Tamiko left an unmoving Carolyn still collapsed over the table, while she tottered uncertainly back to their bedroom for a quick shower and some well deserved sleep.

When she awoke, Carolyn found herself sprawled across the dirty dishes on the dinner table. Carefully making sure that she didn't knock anything to the floor, Carolyn gingerly worked her way up from the table.

"Oh, my head," she groaned as she stood more-or-less errect. "What happened?" she asked, but the empty room did not answer. Carolyn remembered having a great time eating, then nothing. She looked at the mantel clock and saw that it was 11:45.

"It was a great party," she said dryly. "Pity I slept through most of it."

She glanced down and saw that her bare breasts and stomach were covered with dried food. "That's just great," she muttered as she dragged her poor aching head to the bedroom.

As she walked, she kept wincing from a strange pain in her crazily tingling vagina. It felt almost like a sprain, she thought. Now what caused that, she wondered? Probably from when she passed out (that damned Metaxa!) on the table.

"Wonderful," she said sullenly, as she saw Tamiko sleeping peacefully in their bed.

"So much for the joy of having a roommate," she thought. "No more celebrations!"

The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part Five

Carolyn parked in the section of the lot marked "Visitors", and walked towards the front entrance of the club. She still couldn't get over how small the building looked on the outside, and yet still be able to house such extensive facilities.

Once she entered the cool, lavish interior, she looked for her employer. Not seeing Mrs. Stevens in the lobby, Carolyn went up to the reception desk.

"Pardon me, but I was to meet a Mrs. Stevens, Abigail Stevens, here at this time. Could you tell me if she's already gone into the dining room?"

"Are you a member?"

"Ah, no ma'am, but Mrs. Stevens is."

"Yes. MRS. Stevens has been a member here for a long time," the pert, blonde receptionist said with surprising emphasis. She moved to where a computer terminal was located. "I know the lady well," she murmured cryptically as she scanned the screen.

Carolyn wondered what on earth the receptionist had meant by that last remark.

"Well, let's see now. She's not on my check-in list. Perhaps there's a message."

The receptionist quickly typed a few key-strokes.

"Ah, here we are. You are Miss Carolyn Lord?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Mrs. Stevens has been delayed at the office, but will be along in about 20 minutes. She would like you to wait for her here in the lobby."

"Oh, my. 20 minutes! Well, thank you for the message."

"My pleasure. You can wait right over there," she said, gesturing to an area of plush furniture situated far away from the desk.

Carolyn started to leave the counter, when suddenly she felt an urgent need coming from her bladder. 20 minutes! She would never make it.

"Excuse me again, but I need to freshen up a bit before my friend arrives. Where's the ladies room?" Carolyn asked.

"Certainly. It's through the dining area, on the left. As a guest, you should really have an escort, but I remember you from before, and Abigail Stevens is a member in very good standing. Just remember not to wander, okay? The club has very strict rules about unaccompanied guests, and we could all get into a great deal of trouble."

"Yes, of course," Carolyn stiffly replied. Well, she was interested in this unusual place located in such an out of the way part of town. It intrigued her curiosity. But, she certainly wasn't some child who would go where she didn't belong!

Feeling a little insulted, Carolyn made her way through the darkness of the dining area. She found the small green arrows along the floor and followed them down a long twisting corridor until she came to the restroom area. Surprised, she found just one door marked with a pink neon light flashing "WOMEN!"

"Someone's proud," she murmured. She opened the wide oak door and found herself in a discretely lighted, very well-appointed restroom. "Wow," she breathed quietly. "If this is just the toilet, I wonder what the rest of this place looks like!"

It was all marble sinks, counters, and floors, with dark wood paneling and gleaming brass fittings on the walls.

"Thank God," she thought. "I can finally see."

She walked swiftly into one of the roofless stalls, only to stop suddenly. She found she was staring in horror at an endless procession of...herself!

On each side of the large stall, including the door, was mounted a full-length mirror.

"They can't be serious!" she exclaimed. "I can't do this!" But her full bladder insisted otherwise.

"Damn," Carolyn muttered. She saw a hook mounted in the center of each mirror and had an idea. Carolyn looked about the empty restroom to ensure that no one was would notice what she was going to do. She closed the door to the stall and fastened the latch.

She unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head. It was really too tight to allow what she had to do anyway. "If only Tamiko didn't like to see me in such clinging clothes," she thought.

Carolyn carefully hung the dress up on the door's hook. Sighing, she bent over and, after kicking off her shoes, pulled her pantyhose off as well, and placed them on the hook to her right.

She was now semi-surrounded by herself in just her low-cut bra and panties. She reached behind her to unfasten her bra, then stopped.

"Oh, no! I'm not going through that again!" Leaving her bra alone, she sat on the toilet and pulled her panties down to her knees. The mirrors' reflection was still too much for her and she closed her eyes, trying to force herself to relax and get this over with. While she was patiently sitting, Carolyn could hear young, laughing voices now in the restroom.

"Wonderful," she muttered. She realized that anyone could easily tell she was sitting here bare-legged and without shoes, if they cared to look under the door. She could hear the voices getting closer and closer to her stall, and she became more and more nervous. She fidgeted with impatience, but she was so nervous by now that she was locked tight and nothing flowed.

When the voices stopped, and all became quiet outside her door, Carolyn really got nervous. "Damn!" she muttered, with feeling. "Come on, already!"

She heard some faint rustle of clothing, then nothing. Still, she refused to open her eyes. If she looked and saw herself sitting almost naked on the toilet one more time today, she knew she would probably never go to the bathroom again!

Finally, she heard the laughing voices resume on the far side of the room. There was the sound of a door opening and the voices faded in the distance. Breathing a sigh of relief, Carolyn finally opened one eye to make sure that all was well, only to find that her clothes were gone from the stall.

"Damn them!" she shouted, her eyes wide in shock.

Her body tensed and she was preparing to chase after the thieves, when Carolyn finally flowed. "Oh, no!" she cried as her bladder became an endless reservoir of urine. "Not now!"

By the time she was done and had daintily if quickly cleaned herself, the voices were long gone.

"Maybe they just left them outside, or in one of the other stalls," she thought hopefully. She checked the restroom carefully, but her clothes were not to be found anywhere.

"Oh, hell! Now what am I supposed to do?" she wailed, suddenly feeling very exposed in just her bra and panties.

There wasn't any phone, so the only way she could get word to Mrs. Stevens was if she could flag a passing waitress, or even ask another user of the restroom. But Mrs. Stevens wasn't even due for another 15 minutes at least. Besides, did she even want to tell her new employer about this? What would she think of her new secretary? What responsible person would loose their clothes in such a place?

No! Carolyn knew that it was up to her to find her clothes, and quickly. All she had to do was to locate one of the staff, and let them know what happened.

Well, there were two doors in this place. One led to the dining area, and she was sure they wouldn't be seen carrying a woman's clothes and shoes through there. Besides, she was positive she heard the voices leaving on the far side of the room.

Which left the other door. It had a card-lock, and was posted with a forbidding "Absolutely Members Only" sign. "Well, this is an emergency, damn it!" she said.

Carolyn carefully tried the knob, and found that who ever had last used the door had failed to properly close it. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door completely and went inside, making sure to leave the door ajar.

She found herself in an empty, tiled locker room. As she stood wondering what to do next, she heard the door hiss shut behind her.

"Oh, no!" she gasped. She turned and tried to open it, but the door was tightly locked. She saw a card-lock next to the door and quickly realized what it meant. She was locked in!

"Great. That's just perfect."

Carolyn tried to check some of the many lockers, but they all possessed a four-button combination lock built into the doors.

She followed a short corridor and found herself in a long room, with shower heads located high along each wall.

She knew she was on the right track though when she found her pantyhose in the far corner of the room. They were completely soaked with water and had been tied into a series of the most intricate and tightest knots Carolyn had ever seen.

"Damn them," she said quietly as she kneeled and tried without success to pick the knots open. "Damn them."

She stood and violently threw the now useless pantyhose across the room. What had started as a kid's prank had suddenly become much more personal for her. Carolyn burned with the need to find the persons responsible for this outrage. She would do anything to find them. Just anything!

Leaving the shower area, she went through the locker room and followed another corridor. A few turns and one door later, Carolyn entered a large room filled with a wide variety of expensive-looking exercise equipment.

With relief, she saw that she had finally found a room with people in it. Carolyn was startled to see that several of the women on the machines were nude, and the few who were dressed were wearing only the briefest of exercise clothes.

Carolyn was wandering timidly through the maze of busy exercise equipment, when a naked, formidably athletic woman came storming up to her.

"You know you are not allowed in here dressed like that. You must follow the dress code! It's for your own safety."

"Dress code?" stammered Carolyn.

"Yes. The one you agreed to when you joined. Or, aren't you a member?" she demanded of the startled Carolyn.

"Well..."

"Because if you're not, then whoever brought you will loose their membership. Now, are you a member or not?"

"Yes, yes!" Carolyn exclaimed. "I'm a...a new member."

"OK, then. Thought I hadn't seen you here before. Hi, my name's Roxanne, but everyone calls me Rocky."

"Ah, hello. I'm Carolyn."

Rocky held out an opened hand. "Your clothes."

"What!"

"Your close, please."

"But, I'm only looking for..."

"Look, I don't want to hear it. It's always the same. Everyone just wants to come in here and look for something young and sweaty. Well, tough! You're here, so you follow the rules. Your clothes, or do I have to take them from you?"

"No, no! It's all right," she said as she quickly put her handbag down on the floor next to her and straightened up again. Reluctantly, she unfastened her bra and draped it in the woman's hand. Turning, she took a deep breath, bent over, and quickly pulled off her panties.

Carolyn blushed to the roots of her hair as she handed over the last of her clothes to the waiting Rocky.

"Don't worry. You've got nothing to be ashamed of, honey," Rocky said as her eyes appreciatively traveled over the nude woman. "Nothing at all," she whispered.

"Er, thank you. When can I..."

"You'll get them back when you finally leave the Athletic Zone, as usual. Oh, by the way. Are these real?"

Carolyn was going to ask what was she talking about when she felt something gently take hold of her right breast.

Stunned, she looked down to see Rocky's left hand holding her, holding her breast!

"Ah..." was all Carolyn could say as Rocky, the underwear now draped carelessly over her left shoulder, reached over and started hefting Carolyn's left breast as well.

"They certainly feel real," cooed Rocky as she openly messaged the pert mammaries. She moved so that the two women were now almost pressing together, face-to-face.

"Ah..." Carolyn sputtered as she automatically began to back up. She looked wildly about the room, but no one was paying the slightest notice to what was going on.

She was still backing when she felt something cold and round poke into her left buttock. "Aaahh!" she gasped, and reflexively flew forward to escape whatever was behind her.

"Oof!" exclaimed a surprised Rocky as Carolyn slammed into her. "My, we are eager, aren't we?"

When Carolyn realized that their nude bodies were now pressed tightly together, she let out a squeal and sprang back.

Carolyn's mouth opened but she couldn't make a sound as she felt something enter her from behind. She looked over her shoulder and saw in horror that she had firmly impaled her anus on the polished wooden handle of a rowing machine's oar.

Carolyn could only stand there, naked and paralyzed with humiliation as Rocky knelt in front of her, the woman's nose only an inch from Carolyn's pubic area. Rocky ran her hands freely over Carolyn's trembling buttocks.

"Ah, ha! There's the problem," Rocky exclaimed breathily as she felt the smooth, rounded tip that was buried between Carolyn's ass cheeks, her mind spinning with the heady aroma emanating from Carolyn's vulnerable sex. She knew what she had done was very dangerous: Rule One for the staff was that you never touch a member first. "Control!" Rocky thought desperately as she looked at the perfect cunt right there in front of her. "Remember, she's a member!"

She breathed deeply and, dizzy with the heavenly scent of the woman, Rocky threw caution to the winds. "What ever happens, it will be worth it!" she thought gleefully.

With unbridled joy, Rocky clutched each delightful buttock firmly and gently pulled Carolyn's hips forward, planting her nose in the soft tissue of Carolyn's vulva in the process. Moving the now freed hips slightly back- and-forth, Rocky used the opportunity to rub the bridge of her prominent nose against Carolyn's highly sensitive vulva. Humming in the joy of her work, Rocky deliberately teased Carolyn's vulva until she could feel the bridge of her nose covered with the woman's vaginal juices.

Stunned by what had happened, Carolyn could only stand and vaguely wonder why it was taking Rocky so long to help her. She thought she was free of it, but Rocky still seemed to be working at something with her hips, so something must still be wrong. She knew there was something touching her sensitive sex, but what could she do about it? The woman was only trying to free her from the consequences of her own stupidity. How could she complain to her about that?

Soon she did not care that everyone in the room had by now stopped whatever they were doing and stared at where she stood in her shame and degradation. Carolyn was now really worried only about one thing. It was the burning, again. It started when she had been reduced to her underwear. She could feel the tingling in her vagina even then. Now it was almost out of control. She could feel it steadily build and build deep within her. The passion was building within her, that terrible passion where reason fled and her body took control.

She prayed that Rocky would free her before she once again made a fool of herself. But Rocky seemed no nearer success then she was before. The movement of her hips continued, and with it so did the pressing on her sex. The more that Rocky tried to free her, the worse the fire became. She felt like such a slut!

Carolyn realized with horror that she had done it to herself again! Again! In her anger at her own terrible nature, her hips began to move on their own, increasing the pleasure of each stroke. Her hands tightly clutched the back of Rocky's head as she tried to increase the strange tingling she felt on her womanhood. As the sensations of her arousal increased, so too did her feelings of self-anger. As her anger increased, the more powerful her thrusting hips became.

It took all of Rocky's considerable strength to hold on to the fiercely jerking hips, any sense of propriety long since forgotten in a storm of emotions. She planted her mouth on Carolyn's vulnerable pussy, sucking, biting, and tonguing the hyper-sensitive flesh for all she was worth.

The other women in the room could only sit passively as they watched the beautiful woman respond to the oral stimulation she was receiving from her enthusiastic lover.

The scream which marked Carolyn's climax echoed about the silent room. Carolyn was in ecstasy, her degradation was complete! In her deranged metal state, it was a sign of her true worth to be used by everyone and anyone. Nothing else mattered any more. She was so obviously a slut, she might as well be treated as one.

Before she could act on this strange idea, Carolyn found herself being dragged across the room. "Come on, honey," Rocky said, holding her by the arm. "Let's find some place a little more private."

They went through a side door into a room containing a single saddle on a metal pedestal.

Carolyn was trying to clear her head of the strange thoughts which were clouding her mind. Things had gotten out of control for her again. The saddle was just a bit of odd furniture to her. She wasn't even aware when Rocky placed her on the saddle until she felt the cool leather on her naked buttocks.

"Oh!" she gasped in surprise. "What's going on here?" she wondered as she looked around. "Where did everybody go?" she asked, still confused over the change in rooms.

"This is my most favorite thing, honey," laughed Rocky. "Sit still now. Here comes the fun part."

Carolyn, still dazed, obediently sat very still as Rocky pushed a button disguised as a saddle rivet. Directly under Carolyn's crotch a slim, round object began to rise.

"Oh, my!" she cried as she felt herself penetrated for the second time that day. She looked down in horror at the growing object protruding from the saddle seat and going directly into her own body!

She tried to protest, but all the dazed woman could manage was a grunted "Ugh!" as the heavily lubricated soft-rubber dildo continued to extend and expand deeper and deeper within her. Finally, she got her breath back enough to gasp, "Please, what are you doing...to me?"

"I haven't even started yet, honey. Hold on, it's going to be a bumpy ride. Just need to reset the timer first."

"Hold on? But I don't want to hold on!" The bewildered Carolyn was in fact trying desperately to get off, but the probe within her now was so long it wouldn't allow her to do so. She rose over it as far as she could, but then had to carefully lower herself back into contact with the seat. Her arms weren't long enough, and there was nothing around she could use to raise herself over it. She was trapped!

"WAAAaaahhh!" she cried as she kept trying to free herself.

"Ah, here we go!" Rocky yelled in triumph as she pushed the final button.

The saddle began a gentle rocking motion, the sensation amplified a hundred times by the dildo embedded deep within Carolyn's helpless vagina!

So distracted was she by this terrible violation of her body, Carolyn never noticed when a second well- lubricated soft-rubber dildo rose from the seat, worked its way between her quivering buttocks, and deliberately penetrated her unprotected anus. By the time Carolyn realized with horror that she had a second intruder, the dildo was well into her.

She tried desperately to stop the dildo's slow, relentless rise, but she just couldn't get reach it underneath her. Soon it was fully within her.

The double-penetrated woman cried and shouted for relief, but Rocky only smiled encouragingly at her and touched another control.

The dildoes began to vibrate and Carolyn lost her mind!

Rational thought fled the helpless woman as pure erotic sensations flooded through her. Her thighs clamped tightly on the seat and Carolyn instinctively rode the mechanical saddle with a wild abandon.

After her first mind-shattering orgasm, Carolyn was able to smile weakly at Rocky. Relieved, she was expecting to be released now that this strange woman had thoroughly humiliated her by driving her to a (she had to admit) wonderful climax. What else could there be?

But Rocky was not yet finished. She touched another control, and Carolyn's look of tired relief quickly changed to one of alarm as the exquisite sensations within her did not stop, but were instead intensified.

By her fifth orgasm, Carolyn's body had endured all it could, and, with one final scream of ecstasy, she fainted dead away on the still gently rocking saddle.

Carolyn was feeling deliciously creamy. She had no idea where she was, but for the moment she just didn't care. Her love was kissing her deeply and that was all that mattered. She knew even without opening her eyes that Tamiko had found her once again. She automatically kissed her back, enjoying the feel of the girl's lips on hers. Something was happening at her crotch, and she moved her hips to increase the wonderful sensations coming from there.

She touched Tamiko's smooth back and found it surprisingly muscular. "She must be lifting weights or something," Carolyn thought.

Carolyn opened her eyes to find herself staring horror-stricken into the hot, amorous eyes of Rocky.

"Oh, No!" she cried. She tried to push off her bizarre assailant but the woman was far too strong for her. She opened her mouth to scream but all that came out was a shocked grunt as Rocky cleverly manipulated Carolyn's clitoris, causing her prepared pussy to spasm uncontrollably as her body was suddenly plunged into a series of earth-shattering orgasms.

Carolyn could do nothing but endure the sweet-terrible convulsions that were coursing through her body. In desperation, she held on to Rocky, praying the spasming would end.

At last, her body, having betrayed her yet again, finally calmed enough for her take in some deep gasping breaths.

Rocky looked down at the nude woman fondly. "I think I'm in love," she announced happily. "You're a pistol, honey! What's your name?"

Carolyn, feeling too humiliated for words, could only lay there, passive and silent as Rocky eagerly nibbled her sweaty breasts. She had done it again! She had been taken by a total stranger (a woman, yet), and her body had responded eagerly to every unwanted caress and...penetration.

She was lost!

Recognizing a bad case of the guilts ("Mothers have a lot to answer for," she thought angrily), Rocky picked up Carolyn from her office cot and carried her into her small private shower. Placing her on her feet, Rocky adjusted the water to an agreeably warm temperature and began to briskly soap up the nude woman.

Working professionally (she wasn't a former nurse's aid for nothing), Rocky had Carolyn completely cleaned, showered and dried in the space of five minutes.

With a bath towel wrapped around her body and a smaller towel around her hair, a grateful Carolyn followed Rocky back to her glass-walled office and sat exhausted in one of the two office chairs.

Rocky made some instant coffee and handed Carolyn a steaming mug.

"Thank you," the exhausted Carolyn said as she savored the hot aroma. "I feel much better now."

"Good. Now, you never did say what you were doing wandering around here."

"My clothes. Some people had taken my clothes while I was in the restroom. I thought they came this way."

"Group of about four? Mostly gigglers?" Rocky asked.

"Yes, I think so."

"I know them. They came running through here about fifteen minutes before you came into the gym."

"My clothes? Are they here?"

"Sorry, but the bundle they were carrying left with them. You'll never see your things again. I'm sorry. This is not how we treat our members here."

"Oh, my. What am I supposed to do now?"

"Wait a moment. Let me get your other things from the main floor, and then we will see what we can come up with."

"OK, thank you."

Rocky came back shortly, red-faced and swearing with a vengeance.

"Those damned kids. The members out on the floor said that they came back while we were, ah, busy, and took the rest of your things."

"Oh, No!"

"Oh, Yes! Everything but your handbag is gone. But worry not, I've got some things in the lost-and-found box that might even fit you. But I'll have to leave you alone for a while. They are all kept in the front office."

"That's all right. I'll be fine here, really."

After Rocky left, she watched the ceaseless activity of the women using the gym. Soon Carolyn noticed an older woman pushing a wheeled laundry cart toward the office.

Leaving her cart by the door, and, without acknowledging Carolyn's friendly greeting, the woman walked silently through the office and into the shower room.

Shrugging her shoulders slightly, Carolyn resumed watching through the glass walls. She did not notice the woman, now burdened with used towels, walk quietly close behind her.

With a sharp tug, a shocked Carolyn lost her body towel! As she crouched in front of the glass wall, trying desperately to cover herself with her hands and arms, she felt her hair towel disappear as well. Unable to even voice a protest at this outrageous act, a naked Carolyn could only gape open-mouthed as the woman dumped all the towels onto the cart and trundled off, picking up used towels off the gym floor as she went.

She wanted more than anything to chase after the woman and get her towels back, but the thought of having to dash completely naked (again!) across the gym was too much for her to endure. Carolyn looked frantically around in the office but there was absolutely nothing to cover herself with. She knew that the small shower would also be empty of towels, but at least there she would be away from these damn glass walls.

She was starting to back away when she stopped with a shock. "Oh my God!" she gasped. There were several club members now standing in the doorway to the office.

"Now where in Hell did they come from?" she wondered. The last time she looked, just a few seconds ago, there was no one near the office at all.

"Are you all right? You look like you just had a terrible attack of cramps," said one of the woman.

"Ah, no," sputtered Carolyn, trying to straiten up with out showing too much of herself in the process. "I'm fine, really."

The group of sweaty women quickly crowed around the demoralized Carolyn. "Why do these things keep happening to me?" she wondered, as she felt the hands of the concerned women begin to touch her.

"No, really, I'm fine," she gasped, jumping as the hands started to get a little too personal on her nude body.

She was about to get angry when the hands suddenly vanished. A confused Carolyn looked about her in surprise. The small office had become completely deserted in the space of just a second. She checked the gym and saw everyone busy as usual, perhaps even more so.

Carolyn was still wondering about it all when a sweating Rocky came practically running into the office.

"Are you all right?" the panting woman asked.

"Yes, of course. Why?"

"Well, I forgot about the Towel Lady. Sorry. I also saw some members were in here with you. Were they bothering you?"

"No, they were just trying to be helpful. Although for some reason they did seam to leave in hurry."

"Ah, well. This office is usually off limits to members."

"Oh. I hope that I'm not going to get you in any sort of trouble. You've been very helpful," she said.

"You were invited, they weren't. Now, here you are, honey, the only clothes they had. They should fit you just fine, I think," Rocky said, as she stole yet another look at Carolyn's lovely body.

"Thank you," Carolyn replied politely, taking the clothes from her without really looking at them. "Is there some place a little more private where I can change?" she said, looking dubiously at the glass walls of the office.

"In the shower behind the office," a disappointed Rocky answered. "Just as well," she thought. "No point in breaking any more rules today. Still, you can't blame a girl for trying."

Pretending to think a moment, a hopeful Rocky then offered a suggestion. "Unless you want to go back to the riding room next door? That's very private," she said as her eyes glowed with anticipation.

"Oh, no!" Carolyn exclaimed, blushing at the thought of that damned saddle. It had driven her almost mad. Amazingly, her body was still tingling from its effects.

"The shower will be just fine, thanks."

Once inside the relative protection of the small shower, Carolyn finally inspected what Rocky had given her.

"If this is a joke, I am not amused," she said to herself, furious.

It was a two-piece outfit for someone of a much smaller size. Made of a bright red spandex, the clothes consisted of a terribly small tube top and micro-mini skirt, with matching 5-inch stiletto-heel shoes. And that was all!

"I can't wear this!" she said, looking with horror at the fire-engine red abominations she was holding in her hands.

"What?"

"I can't wear this! These are...these are terrible."

"Why not? What's wrong with them? I'll bet you haven't even tried them on yet!"

"Well, no..."

"There you are, then. You are complaining about something you haven't even tried on yet. How ungrateful can you get?"

"I am too grateful! I'm very grateful! It's just...it's just..." Carolyn couldn't continue. The words refused to come. Here she was, acting like some spoiled bitch who didn't get exactly what she wanted. Maybe she was being ungrateful to Rocky after all.

"Okay, okay. I'll try them on, but, I really don't think this is going work. They aren't going to fit at all."

She laid the skirt neatly over the empty towel rack and placed the shoes together on the floor underneath.

"I really hate days like this," she muttered as she pulled the tiny tube top over her head and shoulders. She adjusted it over her breasts as best she could. She next fought her way into the micro-mini and pulled it up to her waist.

Taking a deep breath, Carolyn looked at the results in the mirror.

"Rocky!" she screamed, her eyes wide in horror.

The tops and bottoms of her proud breasts were exposed. The top wasn't even wide enough to cover both. The skirt wasn't much better. It made her bare legs look ten yards long, from her naked feet to her crotch.

"Rocky!!" she screamed again, but there was still no response.

Oh, Hell! Rocky had already told her this was all they had, so crying to her about it will not help in the slightest. Carolyn would have felt so much better in just a towel, rather than have to wear this shameless display, but there were no towels right now, and she certainly couldn't hang around the gym here dressed like this. Rocky would certainly make her take it off again. That woman and her rules! Sheesh!

No, she had to go with what she had. So, obviously on her own, Carolyn tried to fix things as best she could.

Deciding that showing a little cleavage wouldn't hurt, Carolyn pulled the top down until the underside of her breasts were covered. However, the tiny top left the tops of her breasts completely exposed to just above her nipples. The top was so tight she knew that she could never loose it, but with so much of her secret flesh exposed she didn't really feel all that much better about it.

Carolyn tugged at the hem of the skirt until the material covered the tops of her thighs, but in doing so made the skirt ride directly on her hip bones. It would do, she knew, but any kind of bending or sitting was definitely out of the question! Even walking was going to be a challenge in this. She would have to be very careful, making sure she used only short strides. And no stairs!

Finally, she put on the shoes. They were 5-inch single strap pumps and, much to her astonishment, actually fit her feet to perfection. The trouble was, the heels were 3 inches taller than she was used to wearing. She had to use the counter for support simply to get into them.

Balancing uncertainly on her new shoes, Carolyn chanced one last look at the mirror before setting out. Observing her reflection with distaste, she almost cried. She looked like some sexual fantasy, the kind of sluttish character she sometimes chanced upon while watching late- night cable television.

It just wasn't her in the mirror at all!

The policewoman, new to the force, had been given a relatively quiet section of the city to patrol. It was an area of expensive, spacious homes and country clubs, all discretely hidden away from prying eyes by large, well-kept lawns with long, curving driveways and carefully planted trees. It was a comfortable assignment, and she was bored silly with it.

She had joined the force hoping to see some real action, not for this protecting-the-rich shit. She was driving through the parking lot of the Isle of Lesbos (what an odd name, she thought) Country Club as part of her regular rounds when she spotted the hooker lurching across the parking lot.

"Christ! How obvious can you get?" the officer said as she turned the wheel of the large cruiser and drove slowly towards that area of the lot. "At least she could get clothes that fit."

The red-spandex clad woman tottering on those ridiculous high heels was really far too beautiful to be a prostitute, but then ever since she joined the force the officer had found that life was not what she had imagined at all! The woman's olive skin gleamed in the bright sunlight, her helmet of almost shoulder-length blue-black hair glossy. Even in that absurd get up, it was obvious the proud body that was semi-concealed was really something.

The officer sighed, as she thought briefly of her own trim, athletic build. "What I wouldn't give for a body like that!" she said wistfully.

Then the officer remembered what she was looking at, a poor creature who was deliberately abusing that perfect body at probably every chance she could. It was obscene! What a waste!

"That stupid bitch must be stoned out of her mind!" the officer exclaimed in disgust, as the woman continued her weird, staggering walk towards a solitary car parked in the visitors section. "And on my beat, too."

The tottering woman did not seem to notice the large police car following quietly behind her, so intent was she on reaching her car. Her left hand held a small handbag (which, the officer quickly noticed, did not even match her outfit). Her arms were moving strangely up and down, her hands going from the hem of that foolishly short skirt to being extended straight out left and right from her shoulders, then back again. She looked like a sick parakeet trying to take off!

The woman went to the driver's side of the car and supported herself against the side for a moment before unlocking the door and throwing in her purse

"That's a pretty good car for a pro like that. I'd better run the plates through the computer."

She heard the sound of a car door being closed. A brief moment later she felt rather than heard a loud heart-stopping shriek which scared the Hell out of her. The officer looked up in alarm. Stunned, she saw the hooker now dancing wildly about in the front seat of the car.

"Jesus! She's having a seizure!" the officer cried.

She bolted from the cruiser and ran to the other car. The woman was still screaming and dancing wildly in the seat. The officer quickly opened the door and then froze in shock. The hooker's incredible gyrations had caused her skirt hem to roll up over her hips, leaving her completely exposed below the waist. Her breasts, having popped completely out of her too small top, were now bobbing freely about on her naked chest, in a surprisingly attractive manner.

With an effort, the officer recovered herself and grabbed the strangely acting woman by her bare shoulders and pulled her straight out of the car. She laid the poor distressed creature on her back on the hot cement.

The practically undressed mad woman was still for a moment, then abruptly continued her mad dance on the pavement. Arms flapping wildly, she flipped over on her stomach, only to quickly flip back again.

The officer began to mentally review her CPR and other first aid procedures. She was in the process of unfastening her belt, so she could force the leather between the writhing hooker's teeth, when the gasping woman kicked off her shoes and shakily stood up.

Bouncing slightly on her bare feet, the gasping woman said in a finely modulated voice, "Thanks. I forgot that the seat might be hot."

"Huh?" the surprised officer responded, reaching for her baton just in case this obvious nut case wanted to try something fancy.

"The car has a moon roof, you see," obviously unaware that her micro-mini skirt had rolled up and her slightly swaying breasts were no longer covered, leaving her privates free for all the world to see. "The plastic covering on the seats can really catch the sun sometimes," the woman patiently exclaimed, still bouncing.

"Really! You don't say?" The officer, busy measuring distances, kept what she hoped was a reassuring smile on her face as she thoughtfully fingered her baton.

"The ground's hot, too," Carolyn said plaintively when the obviously suspicious police officer failed to respond to her story. She stated to discreetly rub her still- burning behind. When she felt skin where there should have been skirt, she looked down her front.

"EEEEECK!" Carolyn screamed in horror, the police officer wincing at the sound. "My God!" she thought. "I'm showing everything! God damn these clothes!!"

Turning around, she fought the tight skirt back down over her hips and upper thighs, then quickly worked the material of the tube top back up over the tips of her breasts.

The officer watched the semi-nude woman frantically trying to fix her revealing clothes and felt strangely moved by the sight.

Then it struck her. "This beautiful woman is deliberately flaunting herself in front of me, the silly bitch!" she thought in surprise. "She's trying to turn me on! What a complete slut!!"

The officer had had enough. It was time to show this citizen who was in charge here.

"Okay, lady. Up against the car and spread 'em!" the officer commanded in her best movie-cop voice.

"What?" the distracted Carolyn asked, still trying to adjust the tube top for maximum protection over her very sensitive nipples while keeping her feet from frying on the hot pavement.

"Challenge my authority, will you?" the officer raged.

She walked up behind the still struggling Carolyn and grabbed her by both wrists. Jerking her hands away from her still poorly adjusted top, the officer planted them firmly on the center on the car's hood.

Carolyn was bent over completely. Her breasts spilled eagerly out of the elastic material and lay unprotected on the hot metal of the hood. Her skirt had risen up unnoticed behind her to completely exposed her now pink buttocks and vulva.

Her hands burned on the hot metal, but that feeling was nothing compared with the incredible sensations she was receiving from her burning nipples. She tried shifting slightly to relieve the effects, but only succeeded in increasing them by rubbing her tortured nipples across the hot metal. She didn't understand why that should feel so good, but when she felt the officer run her hands down her sides she almost climaxed!

"Oh My God!" she thought. "I'm doing it again!"

She fought desperately against the insidious effects her burning nipples were having on her ever-ready body. She tried thinking of her nice safe apartment and her fulfilling job, but no matter what she tried to think of, she just kept getting more and more excited.

Carolyn felt a slight, tentative touch on her vulva and shamefully she lost control of her body once again.

"Ugh!" Carolyn grunted as her tired body spasmed.

The surprised officer jerked her hand away from the woman's pulsating crotch, covered in the freely flowing vaginal fluids.

"My God!" she exclaimed, as she looked at her soaked hand in wonder. "That woman must be the quickest trigger since Jesse James!"

When Carolyn had recovered sufficiently, the officer ran her identification as well as the car's registration through the computer. The officer was surprised and a little embarrassed when, on both inquires, the results proved negative. The woman was who she claimed to be, Carolyn Lord, a fine upstanding citizen with no marks against her at all. Damn! And she had been so sure, too!

Although she still didn't really buy Carolyn's story about losing her clothes, she felt she had done enough damage for one day. The officer gave her a spare towel, which she always kept in the cruiser for emergencies, for Carolyn's car seat (of course), and let the woman off with a warning.

It was the least she could do.

The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part Six

Carolyn Lord was returning to high school for the first time since graduation, and she was rather nervous about the whole thing. She always had problems there of one kind or another. Her cool, imperious manner, immigrant background and sharp mind never really allowed her to fit in with the other students.

It had been a lonely, unsatisfying time for her, and now she was going back, for a few hours at least, but as an adult this time.

Now, she would be in control, and that thought pleased her greatly.

She looked down from her driving a brief moment to once again check her clothes. Carolyn couldn't believe she let Tamiko talk her into wearing this outfit. For some reason Carolyn couldn't explain the ease with which Tamiko, with just a smile or a touch of her hand, could get her to do things she wouldn't normally do. Why this teenager, a woman-child actually, had such control over her, she just couldn't understand.

And to do it today of all days! She was to meet Mrs. Stevens at the Enola Gay High School for their Career Day this morning, as a favor to her friend who was the principle there, as well as to assist in the recruiting effort currently being run by the Human Resources division. She wanted to look her best, of course, especially since she herself would be speaking on the role of the paralegal secretary.

Unfortunately, she knew from past experience that Tamiko's idea of looking one's best, and hers, were not exactly the same.

She looked down at her clothes yet again as she drove to the school. It wasn't really too bad at first glance, the skirt was a little to short to suit her (only to mid- thigh really), but it was the former slit which had run up almost to the top of her shapely legs that worried her.

Tamiko fixed it in only a few minutes, being the expert seamstress that she was. Carolyn was quite happy with it now.

Tamiko talked her into wearing a sexy pair of panties too.

She was very uneasy about it at first. Going to work dressed like that would have been bad enough, but in a building full of hormonal teenagers? "No thanks!" Carolyn had told her at first.

But Tamiko, ever reasonable, had said, "Who's going to see them, anyway? Besides, you must be thinking on the same level as your audience or else you'll never reach them. Girls today believe that a professional women can be sexy and competent at the same time. You don't want to lose your audience, do you?"

Tamiko was right of course. Who would know about them except her? After their short time together, Carolyn found that being a bit sexy wasn't a crime.

The problem with the panties was that they were a bit too tight, like everything else Tamiko ever got for her. Even now in the car, she could feel them creeping up where they shouldn't.

At least Tamiko thankfully put some of her special baby powder in them to keep her dry. Carolyn always seemed to be a little wet all the time now. She was probably just coming down with something and would be feeling better in a few days.

Tamiko also talked her into wear a tiny matching bra.

"They're a matched set," she told her. "You can't wear one without the other, now can you?"

Well, Carolyn knew she was as fashion conscious as the next woman, so she once again gave in to her friend's suggestion.

But, like the panties, the bra seemed too small. Maybe it was the right size, she thought. Tamiko didn't know her breasts seemed to always be a little swollen, a little more sensitive now. Like the problem with her panties, her breasts would soon be back to normal, when whatever she had went away.

The blouse was another matter all together. She had argued with Tamiko for almost 20 minutes about it. Finally, she agreed to wear it when Tamiko seemed close to tears. Carolyn knew Tamiko could get very peculiar where gifts were concerned.

It wasn't that the blouse wasn't beautiful. It was that a person could see straight through it! She would have to spend the day wearing her jacket. Without it, anyone would be able to see her firm breasts trying to push their way out of the top of her bra.

"She had better appreciate this," Carolyn muttered. Tamiko had done a great deal for her, she realized, more than she could ever acknowledge or hope to repay. But still!

Carolyn almost turned back to change but knew she would be late if she did, and that was out of the question. Carolyn hated to be late for anything.

By the time she entered the school's parking lot, her body seemed to be a little on edge. "Nerves, probably," she thought.

Her nipples a little too hard, and her pussy seemed to have a warm glow to it. If Tamiko hadn't powdered her panties, she just knew she'd be wet.

"Phew! This is a good way to start," she said to her flushed reflection in the rear-view mirror.

She waited a moment and took a few deep breaths before leaving the car.

As she walked toward the deserted front entrance of the school , she looked at her reflection the glass door. Tamiko, bless her, was right again. The suit, although a little tight in spots, made her look very much like most of the business women she was used to seeing.

"Damn," she thought, looking down and seeing a thread dangling from the hem of her skirt. Without thinking, she reached down and sharply pulled the tread. To Carolyn's dismay a good foot of tread came loose, and the closed had opened two inches. God, how stupid could she be?

She hurriedly checked her reflection again. The skirt still appeared to be acceptable, but she must be very careful and leave that damn string alone. She would borrow some scissors at the first opportunity, she decided.

Inside the school, Carolyn followed the arrows marked "Main Office". She eventually found Mrs. Stevens talking with another woman in the hall outside a door marked "Principal's Office."

"Miss Lord, right on time, I see," said Mrs. Stevens.

"Thank you," Carolyn replied politely. She knew it never hurt to make a good impression with anyone.

"Marilyn, I like you to meet my new assistant, Miss Carolyn Lord."

"Carolyn, this is the school's principal, Miss Marilyn Perfect."

"How do you do, Miss Perfect? Thank you for having us here today," Carolyn said, as she gave her host a careful glance.

A well-tailored woman, Marilyn appeared to be about in her mid-40s. She was a tall, thin person with a studied air of casual elegance who positively radiated confidence. Carolyn liked her immediately.

"No, it is I who should be thanking you for being here this morning. From what Abigail has been saying about you, I'm sure you will make just the kind of impression I was hoping for."

"Thank you, ma'am. That's very kind of you to say so."

"It's the least I can do. I hope that we'll have time for a little private chat later on. I would like to hear your views on what the well-dressed woman wears these days in the business world."

"It would be my pleasure, Miss Perfect."

"Please, call me Marilyn."

Miss Perfect gave the young woman a quick look and smiled to herself. She was even more beautiful than Abigail had described. She was surprised to see Carolyn dressed in such a revealing fashion. She liked it, of course. Still, she hoped it wouldn't give her students the wrong idea about the woman. They were wired enough as it was.

"Why don't we show you around the building, and introduce you to everybody?" Miss Perfect announced. "The other company representatives have been here for some time, yet the only people the teachers have been requesting to meet with their classes is our special guest Abigail here who has been here many times before."

"Unfortunately, I need to go over my notes before the assembly starts," said Mrs. Stevens. "Carolyn, why don't you go with Miss Perfect and fill in for me. It will give you a chance to see the school, it's very impressive. I'll meet you in the auditorium just before the start of the assembly, in about two hours."

"Are you sure you will not be needing me?"

"Quite sure. Now run along, you two."

Miss Perfect led her remaining guest past the main office and down the hall towards the classrooms.

After several steps, Carolyn's panties, which were riding just a tiny bit where they weren't suppose to be, now seemed to be sinking ever deeper into her tender pussy. Carolyn thought about finding a nice private place to fix them, but she couldn't without mentioning something to Miss Perfect. No, that would be humiliating at best, she'd just have to wait until the woman was done with her tour and she could go to the restroom.

Around the corner of the hall, they almost collided with a young girl dashing along in the opposite direction.

"Oh, good. I was wondering what had happened to you. Carolyn, this is Miss Elizabeth Armstrong. She's the young lady totally in charge of today's events," Miss Perfect said, proudly pointing to one of the most beautiful young women that Carolyn had ever seen, yet she couldn't have been more than 16. With her long red shoulder-length hair, big green eyes, and a button nose, she was a true beauty.

"What events?" Carolyn questioned.

"All in good time, Miss Lord," Miss Perfect replied. "You will experience our Career Day soon enough."

The Principal's remark caused Miss Armstrong to burst into the strangest giggle.

"You can call me Beth," the girl told Carolyn. "I'm sure we'll be the best of friends in no time." The girl smiled, and pushed her glasses back up on her button nose. Beth turned to shake Carolyn's hand, which gave Carolyn a look at a pair of breasts that seemed far too large for someone with such a small frame. Carolyn couldn't help but stare.

"Yeah, they're big, aren't they? But they're neat, don't you think?" The young girl said, looking down at her own breasts, and giggled.

Carolyn face felt like it had turned nine shades of red. "Why did I even look?" she thought. "I must be insane."

Trying to cover her grotesque mistake, Carolyn said, "I wasn't really…"

Beth cut off the embarrassed secretary. "It's all right, people stare all the time. I'm use to it," Beth replied in a bubbly voice. Then she walked over and gave Carolyn a big hug.

The minute their breasts touched, Carolyn thought her heart had stopped. The heat in her panties seemed to increase as well. Before they broke, Beth gave Carolyn a big wet kiss right on the lips, then gave her a big squeeze. Carolyn was stunned at what had just happened. Her heart started beating again, a bit faster now, and she knew that despite the helping powder the Tamiko had put in her panties, she was getting quite damp. Not what she needed right now. Why was this always happening to her, she wondered?

The embrace seemed to last forever, but really it was only a brief moment. When Beth let Carolyn go, the now light headed Carolyn didn't notice that two of the four buttons on her jacket had popped open, showing off her equally impressive cleavage to Miss Perfect and Beth. This did not go unnoticed to either, as both licked their lips when they saw that Miss Lord's blouse seemed to be entirely transparent.

"Oh my! That was a bit impulsive for a nice young girl like that," Carolyn thought, trying to shake off the unexpected effects of the girl's actions. "Kissing someone like that. We're not even related!"

Miss Perfect seemed to read her mind when she said, "Don't be embarrassed, Carolyn. Around this school we make it a point to act whenever possible like we're one big happy family. You know a positive environment does wonders to improve the learning process. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, of course," Carolyn replied, but was still embarrassed at what had just happened.

With Beth in tow, Miss Perfect took Carolyn to visit a selection of classrooms that had specifically requested Mrs. Stevens as a speaker. Each of the teachers were women, but what really surprised Carolyn was that the students were all girls as well.

Everyone it seemed wanted to give Carolyn a big hug and a kiss. Normally, Carolyn would have resisted such familiarity, but with Miss Perfect standing right there it must have been expected for her to go along with it.

So, before each class and sometimes after it as well, Carolyn found herself being thoroughly hugged and even kissed by the various teachers and students. Afterwards, she would breathlessly talk about her duties as a former paralegal, and answer any question the students might have for her.

With each hug, her breasts seemed to be swell a little more on her chest. She wanted to check herself after a while, to make sure that everything was all right with her clothes, but she couldn't be seen staring down at her own bust. That would be embarrassing if anyone saw her. It was probably just her imagination, anyway.

What Carolyn didn't know was that the gentle swelling was caused by her breasts being pushed higher and higher in her lacy bra cups. It wouldn't be long before they would pop out of them entirely. Her breasts were eventually squeezed high enough so that the upper curve of her nipples and their aureoles could be seen.

Another thing Carolyn failed to notice was that her jacket had become completely unbuttoned. Now, with each person she met, they could freely see Miss Lord's proud breasts straining to escape their hopelessly small pretty bra cups.

The constant kissing by teachers and students didn't help matters either, especially when, instead of the usual quick peck she expected, some of the sneakier ones seemed to be trying for some sort of student French- kissing endurance record. After a while, it really took her breath away!

Finally, she had visited the last classroom on the Principle's list, and none too soon. Her panties had worked up ever higher into her tingling pussy. The pressure of the panties working against her clitoris was driving her crazy. Her nipples felt like they were ready to pop, they were so hard in the tight bra. She told herself to stay calm, but the heat kept building, until her ears were ringing.

"What's wrong, Carolyn?" Miss Perfect asked her overheated guest.

Carolyn barely heard what Miss Perfect said as the last young girl saying good-bye to her finally broke the kiss and swiftly pulled her sly tongue out of the astonished Carolyn's mouth and ran laughing from the now deserted classroom.

"They are a high spirited bunch, aren't they?" observed Miss Perfect.

"Marilyn, I need to use the restroom," Carolyn said weakly.

"Of course. I'll show you where it is, you poor thing," the woman said, sounding more like a mother hen than a principal.

Inside the restroom, Carolyn was relieved to be away from everyone. All that innocent hugging and kissing had caused her body to come alive. Walking over to the mirror, she almost fainted when she saw that her jacket was completely undone.

"When did that happen?" she wondered in dismay.

Well, it was just her jacket after all, she reasoned. It wouldn't have been so bad were her blouse not so completely transparent. She must have been out of her mind to have worn this here! You could see everything through it, her breasts and bra, everything! How humiliating!

At least everyone she had been introduced to today had been women. What a stir she would create if she went to the assembly like this! She probably would not have been able to show her face in this school again.

She looked around to make sure that she was alone, then guiltily pulled her skirt up. She was shocked by what she saw. Her panties had slid right up between her now swollen pussy lips. No wonder she was having those weird feeling running through her head.

Carolyn was about to fix them when Beth came in. Quickly she put her skirt back down but it was too late, Beth had seen her.

"Now I know why you looked so nervous earlier. I just hate that when it happens, don't you?" Beth said smiling sweetly, walking toward Carolyn. Beth didn't stop where Carolyn expected, but kept willfully coming closer. The perplexed woman started backing up until the teenager had caused her back to become flush up against the wall.

Seeing Beth so close to her made her breath a little quicker. "Why does this young girl make me so nervous?" she wondered.

Carolyn couldn't move as Beth deliberately pressed her body against hers. The tips of their breasts just touching made Carolyn feel positively dizzy.

"Miss Perfect had to go back to her office. She sent me in here to see how you were," the girl said.

"Thank, thank you. That was nice of her, but I'm f- fine, really," Carolyn managed to say as Beth brought her nose against Carolyn's neck and sniffed. "M-must you be so close?" she asked, as politely as she could.

"That's a wonderful perfume you're wearing. What is it?"

"It's…" Carolyn couldn't seem to make words form in her head. The young girl was making her feel very nervous.

"It's not important I guess. While I'm here, why don't I help you fix your top. You seem to be coming right out of it," Beth chuckled as she reached up and started to unbutton Carolyn's blouse.

"Please don't. I can do that," a trembling Carolyn, whispered.

"You should have worn a bigger bra, I think. This one seems way too small for you," the girl said as her hands quickly made short work of Carolyn's buttons. The embarrassed woman's blouse was now pulled outside of her skirt and opened completely.

Beth chuckled again as her hands gently squeezed Carolyn's trembling breasts, which were spilling out of their cups. "Now, if we just give a little tug right here, that should do it. I think."

With that, Beth put two fingers in the front of each lacy cup and pulled towards her and down. Carolyn's breasts were now exposed to the strange, smiling young girl before her.

"Oh, man. I am sorry. I didn't think that would happen. I can fix them," Beth said, with a gleam in her eyes.

Carolyn was too shocked to even answer. All she could do was watch the beautiful girl grab the too-small cups and try to push Carolyn's breasts back inside.

Carolyn was getting more light headed by the minute as Beth's fingers always seemed to end up brushing against her nipples, as her hands cupped and lifted her increasingly swelling breasts. Finally, the clasp that Tamiko had tried to make stronger earlier that morning snapped free under the constant tugging.

"Nope, they won't fit. Besides the clasp seems to be broken. We might as well take it off," Beth said cheerfully.

"Well, I don't know…" said Carolyn, trying to formulate her protests without embarrassing too much the obviously well-intentioned young student.

But, as Carolyn worried about what to say, the young girl spun Carolyn around with an easy grace and pulled off her jacket, folded it neatly and laid it on the counter running over the sinks.

Beth twirled the now dizzy Carolyn back around and slid her blouse off, folding it carefully and placing it next to the jacket. Carolyn quickly put her hands up to cover her trembling breasts from the sparkling green eyes that were staring at them.

"You shouldn't be doing this! What if someone walked in here and saw us!"

"Everyone is in class, silly. But what if someone did? I'm just helping you fix your top, is all," Beth answered happily as she pushed Carolyn's bra off, leaving her totally topless.

Carolyn was very embarrassed at being half naked in front of a young girl had she just met only a few minutes ago.

Before Carolyn had time to protest though, Beth dropped to her knees and pulled a shocked Carolyn's skirt up around her waist.

Beth's mouth was so close to her poor superheated pussy Carolyn could feel Beth's breath upon it. Her knees shook and her legs became drained of strength. She was only able to remain standing because she was still pressed tightly up against the restroom wall.

"I'll have this fixed in a sec," Beth said smiling, but never taking her eyes off Carolyn barely covered pussy.

Starting at mid-thigh, Beth slowly ran her fingers up the outsides of Carolyn's shapely thighs, until they reached the thin waistband of the delicate panties. The gleeful teenager slid fingers under the waistband and pulled them up until the silk crotchband dug even deeper in Carolyn's pussy, causing her to moan. Then, ever so slowly Beth slid the panties downward until the only thing that was holding them up was the tiny piece of silk still wedged between Carolyn's swelling pussy lips.

Carolyn's mind raced, her body vibrating from the unbearable tension. The girl couldn't possibly know she was driving her toward an orgasm, right here in the school!

Beth gently pulled them down, and the soaked panties tugged briefly against Carolyn's swollen pussy lips, then suddenly popped free.

The effect was so startling that Carolyn was caught completely off guard.

With a surprised "AHH!", her body climaxed, and she slowly sank to the floor and closed her eyes.

Beth smiled down at the fallen Carolyn, her body twitching helplessly on the floor. She bent over and kissed her on the cheek. With a happy bounce, Beth walked out of the bathroom, twirling Carolyn's lacy panties around her right forefinger, leaving the woman's ruined bra on the floor beside her.

Carolyn recovered a short time later. She couldn't believe that once again she was undressed in a strange bathroom.

"Why does this always happen to me?" Carolyn thought, as she slowly stood up. She looked for her panties, but couldn't find them anywhere. She straightened her skirt, then tried to put her bra back on. Unfortunately, that crazy Armstrong girl was right. The clasp was completely broken.

"Damn!" she said. She walked over to the trash receptacle and forcefully threw the useless garment into it. Now she'd have to finish the day without a bra. It would be all right, though, as long as she was careful to keep her jacket buttoned and avoid any sudden moves.

However, she couldn't fake being without her panties. There was no way she was going to go to the assembly or anywhere else today without them. So, she would locate Miss Perfect and tell her that she had to run an important errand. That would allow her go home and find a bra that fit (one of her old ones), and a fresh pair of panties.

She splashed a little water on her face and, after turning her back to the door, on her sticky pubic area, and quickly dried both. After adjusting what were left of her clothes one last time, Carolyn walked briskly out of the lavatory and went directly to Miss Perfect's office.

"Miss Perfect, ah, that is, Marilyn. I have a very important errand that I completely forgot about which I must get done. I'll only be gone for about 30 minutes. I hope that's not going to be anything of an inconvenience to you?"

Before the Principal answered, she gave Carolyn a long look. It was quite evident to her that Beth had had a little fun with this woman, while she was supposed to be just checking on her. She would have to tell Beth about that. She, as principal, was, after all, entitled to be the first to enjoy any delectable, new guests.

That was all by the way. The important thing at the moment was that this newcomer was not following her game plan for today at all, and had to be re-educated a bit.

"Not to me perhaps, but maybe to the students you supposedly came here to see," said Miss Perfect, her mellow voice dripping with venom. "Why don't you join me for some recruiting first. That is why you came, isn't it?"

"Yes, of course it is," Carolyn said softly, stung by the gentle rebuke.

"Good. We have some tables set up in the cafeteria. About 30 minutes should do the trick. While we are there, you can get some lunch if you like. Afterwards, a quick assembly and then you can run your little errand."

"Yes, thank you. You're quite right. It was foolish of me to forget that."

"It's all right," Miss Perfect said, kindly. "Abigail said it was your first time at this sort of thing. Once you realize you are here for the students and not the other way around, you will do just fine."

Carolyn didn't feel like eating. After what just happened, what she really wanted to do was to find a nice quiet place and lie down for a while. But, after her last mistake, she certainly couldn't say no to Miss Prefect. She had gotten herself in enough trouble as it was.

Besides, the Principal was correct. She was here to represent her new company after all, and she should be doing just that.

The more she thought about lunch, the more she liked the idea. A nice, quiet meal would do wonders to calm her down after what had just happened in the restroom and the office.

Thank God, Miss Perfect didn't suspect a thing about her and Beth. How could she possibly explain what had just happened in the girl's lavatory? She still couldn't believe it herself!

As they walked out the office door, Miss Perfect turned to her receptionist and said, "Miss Lord and I are going to the cafeteria for lunch. I'll be back in an hour or so. And if something urgent comes up, for God's sake don't call me over the P.A. system like you did the last time. You just turn a lot of already excited people into absolute nervous wrecks whenever you do that. I'll be there, honest."

"Sure thing, Miss Perfect. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," the receptionist tinkled.

"That will be enough, Mary!" Miss Perfect snapped back.

"Sorry, Miss Perfect."

"Shall we go, Carolyn?"

"Yes, thank you."

Carolyn looked back at Mary, who was still quietly laughing as they walked out of the finely decorated office.

"It's such a nice day, why don't we walk around the grounds first. The cafeteria is around the back, anyway."

"A walk on a pleasant day like this would be just fine, thanks," Carolyn said. A walk in the fresh air, Carolyn reasoned, should do wonders to help clear her head completely of any mental cobwebs.

But after only five minutes, Carolyn found out it wasn't such a good idea after all. A breeze seemed to always blow up her skirt, causing her bare pussy to start tingling again. Without her bra, each step she took caused her firm breasts to move and shift within her blouse continuously, constantly rubbing her nipples against her thin blouse and making them hard as rocks again.

About half-way there, Carolyn realized she needed to get her mind off what this walk was doing to her body. She decided to ask Miss Perfect about Beth.

"May I ask a question, Marilyn?"

"Ask anything you like."

Carolyn was trying to think of a nice way to ask her host why Beth seemed to be so sexually aware, even aggressive at such a young age.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but Beth seems to be, well, quite different from everyone else around here. Not what I'd call your average high school student at all."

"Different is a good word for it," Miss Perfect chuckled. "I thought you'd notice that she isn't your typical teenager. Oh, no! You see I knew her parents. They were on the school board and helped me to become principle here. They died in a senseless car accident two years ago. I took Beth in as she had no other relatives, and now she's like a daughter to me. Aside from her obvious beauty, she is a shy little creature. She does have some special talents that you must ask her to show you someday."

Carolyn was wondering dubiously if she hadn't already encountered some of shy Beth's specialties. No! It just couldn't be. The Principal certainly could not be referring to how the girl had behaved with her earlier.

They finally reached the cafeteria, and none too soon to suit Carolyn. The constant movement of her breasts, and the breeze that seemed to be blowing right on her pussy, had made her feel light-headed again.

A charming student met them as they walked in the door of the cafeteria. "Miss Perfect, we're so glad you're here today. Your usual table?"

"No, Catherine. We'll be sitting with the recruiters today, thank you."

Weaving their way through the cafeteria, Carolyn wished it wasn't so crowded. It was obviously the height of the school's lunch period and the place was packed with students.

"You know, it's strange, but I don't ever remember having a receptionist at my high school cafeteria."

"You are absolutely correct. We let the restaurant management students run the place for practice. They choose everything, from the menu to the decor. Nice, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes. Very."

The recruiting tables were tucked into a corner of the large room. There were five tables, of which four were occupied. Each table was surrounded by a skirt of white, floor-length butcher paper, with the firm's name written on the front. The Principle greeted the other recruiters sitting at their tables warmly, and indicated the only unoccupied table to Carolyn.

Carolyn was surprised to see it was already covered with literature describing her company and application forms, and even had the company's name printed boldly across the front of the table's paper skirt.

"I see that Mrs. Stevens has already been here," explained the Principle.

Miss Perfect had Carolyn slide behind the table first, then followed. Carolyn found the metal folding chair to be uncomfortable, but not overly so. She felt more uncomfortable when, even with an entire table to themselves, Miss Perfect's chair somehow slid across the floor and was actually touching hers when she sat down next to her.

"You should have seen what they did to the place last year, nothing but sawdust and peanut shells! It was supposed to be some kind of country steak house. What a mess!" said Miss Perfect, laughing at the memory.

"So, how about a nice glass of wine before we order?" Miss Perfect asked.

Carolyn normally didn't drink during the day, but this was her host after all, so how could she say no.

"That would be very nice, thank you," she automatically replied, then thought for a moment. "Wait a minute! Wine?"

"It's really grape juice, but we like to pretend," the Principle explained. To the hovering waitress she said, "Wendy, we'll have two glasses of your finest house burgundy."

"Yes, ma'am," Wendy answered, and hurried off.

While they waited, Miss Perfect started talking to the recruiters in the table adjacent to theirs about things that the school had in the works for the coming year. Even better for Carolyn, students began coming up to the table, asking her about the company and her job there.

Normally such talk would have been fascinating for her, but something kept distracting her. Miss Perfect was one those people whose hands seemed to take flight whenever they talked. They were forever moving: above, on, and under the table. Yet, somehow one always seemed to end up on Carolyn's thigh under her short skirt, or brushing against the side of her left breast through her jacket.

As she talked, Carolyn didn't realize that when the woman would innocently bump into her breast, she would slide her finger into her jacket and slip one of the buttons loose. Finally, after the fourth time Carolyn's trim powder blue jacket was completely undone and pulled open. Now the woman's hand could brush directly against Carolyn's swelling breast, protected only by her thin transparent top.

Carolyn knew something was wrong, but there was far too much going on to understand what it could be. Students were now coming up to the table, asking her questions and sometimes filling out application forms. The people in Human Resources had told her to be very careful with these. They had to be done correctly or the application would automatically be rejected. So, Carolyn found herself quite busy and didn't have time to worry about anything else.

Once she tried to casually look down, but she couldn't really see anything wrong.

It was just her imagination she told herself, as she tried to concentrate on what the students were saying. But the more the Principle talked, the more the woman's hands seemed to wander.

As the Principle continued to talk, her hand now seem to remain on Carolyn's left thigh, moving casually up and down, squeezing the firm flesh whenever the Principle was making a point. Although it did make her nervous, Carolyn hardly gave it a second thought anymore, even when the hand drifted time and again to the sensitive bare flesh above her stocking tops.

Carolyn was listening sympathetically to a young student's tale of her losing battle with acne, when she realized with a start that one of Miss Perfect's fingers was accidentally brushing against her trimmed pubic hair.

"Oh my God!" gasped Carolyn as she froze in her seat.

"What's wrong, dear? You seemed to be a little jumpy," the woman asked as she brushed her finger even closer to Carolyn's excited little clit.

"Wrong? What could be wrong?" Carolyn squeaked desperately, her face turning very red. She immediately pretended to go back to listening to her latest student.

How was she going to tell her host that she was touching her pussy, without embarrassing her host or herself, especially when they were almost surrounded with students? Amazingly, Miss Perfect didn't seem to notice that her hand was now resting directly on her pubic mound. "How absent-minded can you get?" Carolyn wondered despairingly.

Carolyn sighed in relief when the beautiful young waitress can back with two glasses of purple liquid. Miss Perfect would have to move her hand to take both glasses, and her problem would be solved without embarrassing herself or her host.

"Just set them down on the table. You don't mind if I order for both of us do you, Miss Lord," Miss Perfect said innocently enough, but her hand moved a little lower, and now her thumb was resting right on her clitoris!

Carolyn tried to move her hips away without being too obvious, but all she got for her efforts was Miss Perfect's thumb brushing across her clit several times, making her head spin.

"No, that would be fine," Carolyn replied in a much more distant voice.

The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part Seven

Finally, to Carolyn's vast relief Miss Perfect took her hand away. Carolyn automatically smoothed her skirt down her thighs as far as she could. She encountered a bit of string and, without thinking, wrapped it around her right index finger and gave it a sharp tug. In a brief second, Carolyn felt her skirt fall from her waist and hips. She looked down with horror and saw that she had split her skirt in two!

"Oh my God!" Carolyn cried. "My skirt! It's ruined!"

"Oh, Carolyn, my dear. I'm so terribly sorry. I'll have someone take it up to our sewing lab and they'll do a quick job on it."

Carolyn was too stunned by what had just happened to do anything. All she knew was that, almost on cue, their waitress was standing right at their table.

"Yes, Miss Perfect?"

"Wendy, our guest has ruined her skirt. I need you to take it to Mrs. Johnson in 205 for some fast repairs. Please tell her from me that I would appreciate its return as soon as possible. Thank you."

"Yes, Miss Perfect. Right away."

"Thank you. Carolyn, why don't you give this young lady your skirt so she can get it fixed?"

Carolyn couldn't believe what she just heard! She couldn't hand over her skirt, even if it was in pieces, right here in the cafeteria. She'd be almost naked.

"Here, let me help you, Miss," The pretty young waitress said, as she crawled under the table. With one quick pull, the startled Carolyn's skirt was in the girl's hands and her bare skin was developing goose pimples from contact with the cold metal of the chair. Carolyn automatically crossed her legs as she watched the girl and her ruined skirt quickly disappeared out of the room.

All Carolyn could do was blush, as now she was almost completely naked from the waist down in a crowed cafeteria, sitting next to this senior educator with the sloppy hands.

"Why does this keep happening to me?" she wondered. She couldn't remember the last time she had been able to sit at a table and remain fully dressed!

"Don't worry Carolyn, we've dealt with this problem before. I'm sure you'll have a fixed skirt in less than 20 minutes."

"B...but...but...." Carolyn stammered, trying to sort out what had just happened.

"Here you are," she said handing Carolyn a glass of 'wine.'

"Just drink this and relax. No one will notice a thing."

Carolyn quickly looked around the crowded room. Miss Perfect was right. No one was taking the slightest notice of her, and with the long paper skirt that hung to the floor, no one but Miss Perfect could tell she was almost naked from the waist down. It did make her feel a little better, but not much.

Carolyn tried to relax as best she could, as she picked up the glass to take a drink. Just when she got it to her lips, Miss Perfect's hand was once again between her crossed legs, innocently touching her inflamed clit.

She jumped and spilled some of her juice, narrowly missing her jacket.

"You should be more careful, Carolyn. You wouldn't want to stain your beautiful jacket. I think you should take it off so you don't accidentally spill something on it."

Before Carolyn could protest, Miss Perfect took the glass from Carolyn's hand and sat it on the table. Then, with the skill of a surgeon, Carolyn's jacket was gone. The Principal got up and placed it on another table.

Now the only thing that was covering the pretty secretary was her transparent white blouse, shoes and stockings. Carolyn couldn't be more humiliated now. It wasn't bad enough that she was naked from the waist down, now everyone could clearly see her breasts on complete display under her thin top. She tried to keep her arms crossed over her chest, but her duties as a recruiter were repeatedly preventing this.

As the students continued to come up to the table, Carolyn could tell from the way they kept staring at her she was showing a good deal more of herself then she should.

Without being too obvious about it, she uncrossed her legs and tried to sit lower in her seat, so she could hide her breasts from anyone who might be watching. But, all that did was make her spread her legs a little wider, so when Miss Perfect's hand found its way back between her thighs, one of her host's fingers was able to easily slide inside her vulnerable cunt!

"OH!" gulped Carolyn.

"Is there something the matter, dear?" the Principal asked when there was a brief lull in students. "You can tell me. I'm used to hearing all sorts of things."

"Ah, no. I'm fine, Marilyn. Just a little nervous, what with the students and all."

"It does take some getting used to, doesn't it?" Miss Perfect said sympathetically, as her hand moved gently over Carolyn's crotch, the single finger twirling seductively inside the now sopping cunt.

"Oh, yesss!" whispered a stunned Carolyn. "It certainly does!"

Carolyn couldn't believe that this was happening, and right in the middle of the cafeteria. "She has to know where her hand is!" Carolyn thought desperately. "She just has too!"

The Principal just began to talk again to the incoming students, laughing and joking with an easy rapport, without showing any sign that her finger was moving freely in the increasingly befuddled Carolyn's defenseless pussy, as various students continued to come up the table for questions and advice.

Carolyn noticed that for some reason, the students seemed to practically swarm around her table and leave the other recruiters sitting very much alone. She was getting many applications, but was finding it difficult to concentrate enough to check them for completeness. That finger was driving her insane!

Miss Perfect was reminding the students about the coming assembly that everyone would be attending, when her finger began to thrust deeply inside the tight vagina of the frantic young woman sitting beside her.

Carolyn had to tell her about it, but she couldn't. Perhaps if she could just reach down and pull it out of her? No, never! Not with all of these students around.

The secretary knew she was running out of time. She was finding it impossible to concentrate at all now, and could barely acknowledge the students' presence, let alone talk intelligently with any of them. Carolyn was having trouble breathing, and knew her pounding heart was racing a mile a minute underneath her heaving chest.

Miss Perfect was having a splendid time toying with her new guest. She was getting quite a chuckle out of watching the poor woman as she squirmed helplessly around in her seat, trying to get the finger out of her pussy while in the middle of student discussions. She was about to step up her assault when a waitress came up to the table.

"I'm sorry to disturb you Miss Perfect, but you have an urgent phone call from the main office."

"I'll be back in a moment," Miss Perfect said politely to Carolyn, then gave the waitress an icy stare. She removed her finger, got up, and cursing quietly under her breath, left the room.

Carolyn was so agitated that it took her a few moments to even realize that Miss Perfect had left the table. It would give her time to recover from her strange ordeal, and to figure out what to do if it should happen again.

She realized that Miss Perfect's innocent touching was starting to really get to her, and she hated herself for her own weakness. If it started up again, she knew she would certainly loose control, her traitorous body seemed that ready. Then what could she say? Carolyn wondered.

She thought about wrapping the white, paper table covering around her waist and just make a run for it back to her car. But that's crazy, she reasoned. She was in absolutely no danger here, in a crowded cafeteria. Plus, she was here for a reason. She couldn't just disappoint these children because of her own foolishness. Was it the school's fault that for some reason today she couldn't keep her clothes in order?

She just couldn't think, with all that had already happened to her today. Finally, the cafeteria began clearing as the students headed for their next class, and Carolyn was alone. Even the other recruiters had left the room.

Carolyn was stuck. She couldn't go anywhere without her skirt. She lowered her head and felt ready for a good cry.

"Hi, Carolyn!"

Carolyn jerked her head up to see, the bubbly Beth Armstrong smiling at her.

"You look like you're having fun. I just stopped by to see how you're getting along with Miss Perfect," Beth said, staring intently at Carolyn's quite visible nipples pressing against her thin white blouse.

Carolyn was actually happy to see Beth, even after what had happened earlier.

"I need your help, Beth," she said. "I need you to go..."

Before Carolyn could finish, Beth cut in and said, "Look, I'm not really supposed to be here, but I had to ask a quick question from your Mrs. Stevens. She wanted to know if you would be ready to speak for the school assembly this afternoon?"

Before Carolyn could answer, they both saw Miss Perfect in the far end of the room, talking to some of the cafeteria staff.

"Oh, no," Beth giggled, just as the Principal finished her conversation and started walking purposefully to the recruiters' tables.

Carolyn heard a brief rustle of paper. She turned to answer the girl's question when Beth seemed to simply disappear. She was still looking around the empty room for any sign of her when the Principle came up to the table.

Miss Perfect had decided on the way back that she'd let Carolyn calm down just a bit before beginning the game again. There was no need to hurry. The girl would be with her for an hour yet, and (pleading a conference) she had just told her office to hold all calls and the cafeteria staff to leave them alone for a time. They were assured of absolute privacy, and no more interruptions!

Yes, Mrs. Stevens had found quite a lovely creature to bring into their group, one that was innocent but sexy at the same time. That combination was hard to find, and she didn't want to scare her off before she was able to fully sample the delightful Miss Carolyn Lord.

"Sorry for the interruption, Carolyn," she said as she sat down on the other side of the table from the anxious secretary. "Your skirt is almost fixed and should be here in just a few minutes."

"Thank you!" Carolyn said reverently. She couldn't believe her luck. Thank God! Soon she would be properly (more or less anyway) dressed again. Also, with Miss Perfect sitting across from her, she wouldn't have to worry about her wandering hands anymore.

Carolyn felt so good she actually favored her host with a dazzling smile.

The bubbly young girl under the table was all smiles as well when she saw Carolyn sitting right in front of her, practically nude from the waist down. She couldn't help but quietly giggle, as she picked up Carolyn's pretty little foot and slipped off her shoe. She had such a elegant foot, with such cute little toes, with the nails all painted red, Beth was enraptured with her.

She lightly ran her fingers from Carolyn's small toes right down to her heel, and then back again. She fell Carolyn try to pull her foot from her, but she was having have none of that, so she grabbed hold of the shapely ankle and held on tight.

Carolyn almost jumped out of her chair when she felt someone remove her shoe and run their fingers along the sole of her foot. "Oh, God! That's where that crazed girl went. She's under the table!"

The secretary cringed as the manipulation of her foot continued.

"No, you stupid girl," Carolyn thought frantically. "Not with the principal of the school sitting right here."

She thought about telling Miss Perfect about Beth being under the table but she didn't want to get the girl in any trouble. There was also the small problem of Beth possibly telling what had already happened in the girl's lavatory.

It would be better, Carolyn decided, if she would wait until she was alone with the girl and then tell her that silly things like this would not be tolerated in the future.

"What is wrong with you today, Carolyn? Or are you always this jumpy?" demanded an exasperated Miss Perfect.

"Nothing is wrong," lied Carolyn, who was trying her best to keep from screaming. "Nothing at all."

She tried her best to stay calm as fiendish Beth continued to run her fingers up and down her stockinged foot.

The toying continued until Carolyn was unable even to sit still. She never thought that such a simple touch against the sole of her foot would have such an affect on her. She knew her pussy was now a mess, because, as she squirmed about on the metal chair, she could feel herself sliding around in her own juices.

Miss Perfect had started talking again, but Carolyn couldn't really understand a word of what she was saying. All she could do was nod her head every few seconds in a blank response.

Just when Carolyn thought she'd climax for sure, Beth suddenly stopped. "Thank God," Carolyn thought. Yet, just when she thought it was over, she felt something warm and wet running along her ankle up her calf and back down again. At first Carolyn couldn't figure out what was going on, all she knew was it felt so good. Beth then took off Carolyn's other shoe and did the same to it.

Beth was having such a great time. Carolyn was such a responsive person. Anything she did made the woman jump. She especially liked the way Carolyn wiggled around when she ran her tongue up the back of her leg. It was almost time to show Miss Lord what her "special talent" really was, but not yet she thought.

The gentle tonguing on the back of her legs was having a wonderful effect on Carolyn. Her breasts seemed to swell even more as her nipples hardened against the thin transparent blouse. And her pussy couldn't possibly be any wetter.

Carolyn sat still, unable to even nod now to whatever Miss Perfect was saying, because the low roar in her ears was drowning everything out.

Forgetting her nudity in her desire to escape, Carolyn tried once to get up and move away from Beth's splendid tongue. But, her body wouldn't listen to her commands. She knew had to get away while she could still think, let alone breathe. But, no matter how much she wanted to, she found that she just couldn't move.

Slowly Beth's tongue worked its way up the inside of her thigh and stopped only an inch away from her pussy. Carolyn no longer cared who was around or where she was, she just wanted Beth to continue her delightful attack upwards, as she reflexively spread her legs wider, trying now to encourage the teenager.

Miss Perfect watched as Carolyn grew more distant with every passing minute. She knew that Carolyn was being turned on in some way but didn't know how. She watched Carolyn squirming around until beads of sweat were covering the woman's beautiful face. She took a quick look around the deserted room.

"You look a little warm, dear. Why don't we unbutton your blouse just a bit."

"W-well, I-I am f-feeling a little h-hot," Carolyn answered almost in a trance, having long since forgotten where she was.

Miss Perfect reached over and unbuttoned Carolyn's blouse. She pushed it off her shoulders, then sat back and watched Carolyn's magnificent breasts rapidly rise and fall.

Beth couldn't help but giggle as she watched the lower part of Carolyn's body trembling as she lightly blew on Carolyn's hard little clit. Miss Perfect was always proud of her magic tongue, her special talent. The way she could push a woman right to the brink and hold her there until she would scream for release. Now it was time to have fun with Miss Lord.

Just when Carolyn thought she'd climax, the tongue changed its assault. First it would toy with her clit, then run down her thigh, and even tickle her toes. It never seemed to stop in one place long enough to let her climax. After only three minutes under the talented teen's tongue, Carolyn's body was slick with sweat, and every nerve seemed to be on end. Squirming helplessly in her chair, Carolyn knew that if she didn't climax soon, she would explode!

Miss Perfect couldn't stand watching Carolyn's sexy little dance any longer. She grabbed the excited young woman, stood her on rubber legs, and laid her trembling body flat on the table.

Away from Beth's little torture device, Carolyn's mind began to clear. She groggily tried to get up from whatever she was laying on, but Miss Perfect easily pushed her shoulders back down.

Beth sat under the table, pouting. Miss Perfect was always ruining her fun.

"Just lay still," Miss Perfect whispered, as her hand began to play with Carolyn's wonderfully hard right nipple.

"Please, someone will see," Carolyn said, trying to cover herself, but Miss Perfect easily put Carolyn's hands back on the table, then slid her fingers down to Carolyn's pretty black mound, and into Carolyn's melting pussy.

Miss Perfect teased and pulled on her tender breasts with one hand, while rolling her clit between her fingers with the other. All Carolyn's mind could think about how she got herself into such an embarrassing position. This was all her own fault, she knew. It was always her fault.

Beth rose unheeded from underneath the table and, with a hand thrust deep inside the opened waistband of her tight jeans, eagerly watched her guardian and lover completely take this unsuspecting secretary.

Carolyn, her mind completely overwhelmed by this very knowledgeable and completely unexpected attack, could only think of the pure, exciting pleasure she was receiving and how she could increase it. She couldn't stop herself from bucking wildly around the table. Carolyn raised her jerking hips off the table, trying to intensify the sensations coming from her throbbing vagina.

The room started spinning as the maddened Carolyn climaxed. Her hips hung suspended in the air for one brief, glorious moment, then fell back onto the table with a soft slap of bare flesh as she passed out.

When Carolyn regained consciousness, she immediately went to cover herself, but found to her surprise that she was now back in her old chair and completely dressed. Even her panties had been returned to her. She looked dully at Miss Perfect, who was still sitting across the table from her.

"I'm so glad you're all right Miss Lord. You had us very worried, you know," Miss Perfect said, sounding very concerned.

"I did? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a bother. I just can't explain what happened to me. I don't seem to be able to remember anything," Carolyn answered woolly, still overcome by her recent experiences.

She tried to piece together what had just occurred only a few minutes ago. She knew she'd lost control again, that she'd actually climaxed in the cafeteria (Oh, God!), but she didn't know why.

Thankfully, Carolyn saw that the Principal didn't seem to realize she'd actually lost control of her body while the woman was just trying to help her.

"Oh, No!" Carolyn wailed to herself. She had done it again!

"I think we'll make you an appointment with our school nurse, to see if anything is wrong."

"Oh, no. I'm fine, really," the shattered Carolyn mumbled weakly. "I just need to freshen up a bit before the assembly."

"Certainly, my dear. Beth can show you the way."

Feeling dazed and confused, Carolyn followed passively as the beautiful teenager led her by the hand out of the cafeteria.

She tried to reason what had just happened to her, but could not. It was much too fantastic for her to believe. She had come to this very typical-looking high school and had, in the space of two hours, lost her underwear and had actually been (accidentally of course) made to climax several times. Carolyn just couldn't believe it.

Now she was being led somewhere by this sexually precocious 16-year old girl who seemed to take great delight in touching her at every opportunity. She had to get a grip on her runaway emotions, otherwise she believed she would be completely overwhelmed by this giggling, beautiful aberration.

Realizing she was being taken into yet another girl's lavatory, Carolyn stopped. "Oh, no. I can't go in there with her again," she thought frantically, shuddering at the memory of what happened the brief time they had been alone the last time. She knew that she, a grown woman, was being completely irrational to be afraid of this mere child, yet some instinct deep within her shattered mind warned her to be careful with Beth.

What she needed was a place to clean up that was private, yet still busy enough that it would discourage Beth from taking any further liberties with her strangely vulnerable, terribly responsive body.

"Beth, I want you to take me to the girl's gym."

"The girl's gym? Are you sure? It can get a little rough there sometimes."

"I've been in gym classes before, when I was in school, thank you. I am fully aware of what goes on. It will only take me a moment. That's where I'd like to go to clean up, please," Carolyn said in her most no- nonsense manner.

"Okay. If that's what you really want?"

"Yes, thank you."

"All right, then. Come this way," instructed a very bemused Beth.

"I have some things to do before the assembly. Meet you in the auditorium in 45 minutes," said the departing Beth over her shoulder.

Ashamed that she had been so worried over nothing, Carolyn walked alone into the twisting hallway that marked the entrance to the gym. So much for her instincts, she thought.

Carolyn had not been in a girl's locker room since her senior year at school, but it looked like things hadn't changed very much. There was still the same scattering of feminine clothing everywhere, and the same unforgettable mixture of sweat and delicate perfumes.

She had not liked gym. Not at all. She had never enjoyed the idea of having to undress and expose her body in front of anyone, even women. She had almost failed gym because of it, until her parents finally made her relent and she had to shamefully undress and take a shower with everyone else. It was not one of her more happy memories.

Now, here she was again. At least the gym was empty, she thought, forgetting why in her storm of unpleasant memories she had decided on the gym in the first place.

Finding a stack of clean towels, Carolyn took one over to the long row of sinks. She looked around, then took off her blouse. As she began washing herself, she noticed that she was getting water all over her skirt.

"Damn," she muttered tiredly, and automatically removed the skirt. Standing in just her panties, stockings, and shoes, Carolyn looked with longing over at the empty shower area.

"That's what I really need," she said thoughtfully.

Making a quick decision, Carolyn swiftly took off her shoes and stockings. Neatly placing all of her clothes on the counter which ran over the sinks, she then took her towel and rapidly padded naked into the shower area.

Finding an open stall in a far, hopefully out-of-the- way corner, Carolyn luxuriated under the pouring water, yet always careful to keep her hair dry.

She had almost finished when the happy cries of many young girls invaded her contented thoughts. "Oh, no!" she cried. "They're back already!"

Carolyn turned off the water and, dripping wet, waited expectantly, hoping to escape everyone's notice by keeping very still, very quiet. "Maybe they won't be using the showers today," she pleaded with whatever gods might be listening.

Her hopes were soon dashed when, with cries of "She's in here!", the girls flooded into the room and quickly blocked the entrance to her shower stall.

Carolyn stood erect, wet and naked, with all the dignity she could muster, as she faced this sudden wall of laughing, nude teenage girls. She wanted to cover herself, but her towel was on a rack outside of the stall, and she would have to force her way through all that naked female flesh to reach it. It was all terribly embarrassing!

"Excuse me," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Could I have my towel, please?"

"What did you want?" sneered a short, skinny, blonde located in the front of the group.

"My...my towel. I'm finished now."

"No you're not."

"What?" exclaimed an alarmed Carolyn as the girls piled into the small shower stall.

In a brief moment, the water was pouring over her again as firm, naked teenage flesh pressed tightly against her from every side.

Helpless against the onslaught, Carolyn could only stand defenseless as naked girls of every shape, size, and color took pure joy in thoughtfully soaping every inch of her body, as well as their own firm flesh.

The hands all over her privates were bad enough, but the feel of other soaped breasts and thighs on her own naked body was quickly driving her mad with pleasure. She knew she had to hang on, to fight the terrible surging of sensations rising within her. But, it was so hard to fight. "Why does it have to feel so good?" Carolyn moaned unknowingly aloud.

She could not loose control of her body in front of these horrible children, it would be something far to humiliating for her to endure. She simply could not allow it to happen!

But happen it did! To the everlasting delight of the girls, Carolyn's soaped body began to uncontrollably dance and spasm as the group keep up their insidious attack upon her vulnerable body. Totally out of control, she climaxed again and again, until she no longer had the strength to stand.

Carolyn Lord collapsed unconscious on a squirming pile of slippery female bodies.

She was alone in the stall when she awoke. She dully washed off the soap that the girls had so completely lathered her with, then slowly walked into the deserted locker room.

Carolyn, totally spent, knew she was in no condition to give any kind of talk now. She just wanted to get dressed and go home.

The stack of dry towels having vanished, she found a semi-dry towel in the chaos of the locker room and patted herself off with it. Surprisingly, her clothes were right where she left them. She mechanically put them on, then combed her wet hair, and left the room.

She stopped briefly at the Principal's Office to pass her regrets to the Mary, the receptionist, then went wearily to her car, and home.

Back at her apartment, Carolyn ran into a surprised Tamiko who was just leaving for class.

Tamiko, appalled, took one look at her appearance and asked, "What happened to you?"

Carolyn could only look at her and say, "Your clothes were a big hit," before shuffling off to bed.

The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part Eight

It was a month now since Carolyn Lord had left her old job, and things were not working out at all as she had thought they would.

Her new position was very satisfying for her. Being Mrs. Stevens personal assistant was everything she had hoped it to be. It was challenging, and required her to be ready to handle any sort of crisis at a moments notice. She was allowed to think for herself, and that she appreciated most of all. Well, that and having her own office.

Mrs. Stevens herself proved to be an excellent employer, demanding yet unfailingly courteous, appreciative and even caring. To her vast relief, her earlier, somewhat vague apprehensions about working for the woman proved to be completely unfounded.

Yet, whenever she was around Mrs. Stevens or her friends, things kept happening. Carolyn realized that the situations she found herself in were usually the result of her own embarrassing mistakes. Still, they kept happening and she wondered what else might be causing it. It certainly wasn't Mrs. Stevens herself, she often wasn't even around her when things went bad and she started to loose her clothes. If fact, it was usually only with her employer's unsolicited but greatly appreciated assistance that she was able to finally go home dressed in something.

No, it was not Mrs. Stevens, of that she was sure.

Nor could it be Tamiko's doing. True, ever since she let the teenager start helping to pick out her clothes for her, she had noticed certain strange trends.

Her new underwear kept getting smaller in size and skimpier in construction, while her older, much more modest things kept disappearing until she hardly had any left at all. Tamiko was at a complete loss at to what was happening. True, she was the one who insisted on doing the laundry and buying her underclothes (well, Carolyn knew she really didn't have time for such things during her busy work week, and Tamiko said she did have so much spare time between classes, it would be an easy thing for her to do).

Her regular clothes were changing too. They too were becoming tighter, and the skirts shorter than she remembered them being. Tamiko thought that she might just be putting on a little weight. Carolyn did notice a remarkable increase in her appetite lately, the same increase which usually happened whenever she was in a major exercise program. Even so, her bathroom scale didn't show any weight increase at all. In fact, it was actually showing she had lost some weight over the past month.

Tamiko said that the scale was probably broken and threw it out.

Besides, Carolyn wondered, how could weight cause her skirts to become shorter? Tamiko, the expert seamstress, told her the effect was probably from something happening to the old material. It would also explain why Carolyn's buttons were becoming undone so easily in the past few weeks. Her unpretentious, yet becoming clothes were just too old. According to her most trusted friend, she should start getting new things now that she could afford to do so, before her old stuff fell apart completely.

So, on weekends, Tamiko would accompany Carolyn on modest shopping expeditions, to ensure that Carolyn would have a proper wardrobe and not have to worry about such disturbing things as buttons popping open in the future. It was very different for Carolyn to rely on someone else on such personal matters as to what her wardrobe should be like, let alone decide what she would be wearing each day, including her most private underthings. Yet Tamiko was one (if not the) person living whom Carolyn trusted implicitly.

Carolyn found herself relying on the sound advice of the Japanese exchange student in ever greater degrees. While the girl was only 18, and she a supposedly sophisticated 30-year old woman, Carolyn found their roles frequently reversed. It was Tamiko who acted the worldly woman, while Carolyn became the naive young girl relying on her more mature friend to show her the way. It was almost as if she had fallen in love with the beautiful Japanese girl, but Carolyn knew that to be an impossibility. One woman couldn't truly love another, could she? Yet, her own strong feelings of affection and respect for Tamiko could not be deigned.

When she was having trouble sleeping, wasn't it Tamiko who finally talked her out of wearing those confining night clothes and sleep in the nude? Plus, wasn't she the one who helped her to understand that those terribly vivid memories of sex that worried her so much were really dreams after all? Tamiko even told her what the dreams really meant, and how to accept them as a vital part of her own nature and not to worry about them whenever they should happen in the future.

The dreams continued to occur, but thankfully Carolyn had now been forewarned and needed to no longer concern herself with them. Fantastic dreams of being loved by person or persons unknown, and in the most amazing of circumstances.

She awoke mornings now bathed in a pleasing erotic glow, which usually stayed with her throughout the day. She spent her days at work and in her apartment feeling much more content, much more satisfied then she had ever done before.

Yet, there were problems. Her new intense sexuality proved to be terribly distracting to her at times, especially when she was wearing her new outfits and underwear, in spite of the fact that Tamiko kept assuring her that her new clothes couldn't possibly affect how she felt. The slightest inoffensive touch by someone, even some sort of nondescript physical effort, could quite easily send her body spinning to places she didn't really want it to go, especially at work!

Then, when due to her own misguided actions, or through the accidental behavior of others, her body did respond completely, even joyously, at the most inappropriate of times and the most outrageous of circumstances, she knew that she was only acting out in some way her own secret desires and passions. As she had presumed all along, it really was her fault that such things kept happening to her after all.

It all made Carolyn feel very confused and ashamed, indeed!

Well, at least tonight she would not have to worry about herself. In fact, she wouldn't be worrying about anything, because tonight Tamiko and her were going as guests of Mrs. Stevens to the opera.

A New York touring company was giving a performance of La Boheme at a local university this Friday and Mrs. Stevens' department had received four complementary tickets for the event on Monday.

Carolyn loved operas, but of them all La Boheme was her long-standing favorite. She was thrilled at the chance of seeing it again. Mrs. Stevens, who was going with her friend Miss Perfect, had told her she could bring a date if she liked, and naturally Carolyn had thought of Tamiko.

It was going to be a fantastic evening, she could just feel it, the four of them together at the opera. Just fantastic.

Of course, this opportunity had to arrive when Carolyn was in the middle of changing out her wardrobe. Tamiko, when she heard where they would be going this week, took one look through Carolyn's now seriously depleted collection of clothes and threw her hands up in despair.

"It's amazing!" she exclaimed to the sheepish Carolyn, who had by now been thoroughly conditioned by Tamiko to be very ashamed of her old clothes. "You have absolutely nothing to wear!"

"I'm sorry," Carolyn whispered, feeling wretched that she had once again embarrassed herself in front of her dearest friend with her shoddy wardrobe.

There was nothing for it, of course, but they had to go out that night and start looking for the proper outfit for Carolyn.

That was Monday. They searched and searched, until three days later Tamiko was satisfied they had found the correct dress for such a special occasion. Naturally, there wasn't time for the store to make the alterations, so darling Tamiko had to do them herself. Carolyn marveled again and again, as she watched the teenager laboring over her new dress, on how had she ever gotten along before without her? The young Japanese was an absolute treasure!

Finally, it was 6pm Friday, and Carolyn could hardly contain herself. She had been singing the arias from the famous opera all week, to the amused despair of Mrs. Stevens, and it was time to begin the long drive to the university.

Mrs. Stevens had told her that morning, "I've decided to Hell with driving, we're taking a limo!"

Carolyn had never been in a limo before, except for the occasional funeral, and she was looking forward to the experience.

She checked her watch and decided there was just enough time for one last check before their ride would arrive.

Carolyn looked carefully at her reflection in the full length mirror for any flaws, but surprisingly could find not a one. Of course, it wasn't really her in that mirror at all.

The woman who looked back at her was truly beautiful. The full length black velvet gown glowed in the harsh light of the bathroom. A thin strap around the woman's neck was all that held up the backless gown's low-cut bodice. The woman was showing a great deal of cleavage, and her proud, firm breasts could be seen to tremble slightly with her every move. The bodice wrapped around and joined the skirt low in the back, giving the impression from the front that the woman's back would be fully covered, and not exposed all the way down to her waist. The elegant black patent-leather 2-inch pumps peaking out underneath the full skirt and her small matching handbag completed the woman's exterior.

Underneath, Carolyn sadly acknowledged the fact that the woman in the mirror was practically naked. Tamiko had been most insistent that, because the gown was so thick, that she should be as cool as possible. All she was allowed to have for underwear this night was some short stocking booties for her feet, and the smallest set of panties she had ever seen.

Actually, they looked more like some abbreviated bikini bottoms she had seen. The front was a very small black silk triangle which barely covered her pubic mound. It was fastened around the waist by white knotted strings which rode on her hip bones. There was no back to it, just a thin strip running deeply between her jutting buttocks.

"Oh, God," Carolyn though. "Please make it so I will not have to take this dress off tonight." She knew that if she was run over or something and they had to take her to the emergency room, she would just die of embarrassment!

To help with any perspiration problems she might have, Tamiko gave her some "extra-strength" baby powder she herself always used on such occasions. Carolyn liberally coated it on what there was of the interior of the panties, then put some under her arms as well. "A girl just can't be too careful," she thought.

As she was leaving the room, a flash of gold caught her eye. Although not one to wear jewelry, Tamiko had given her something for tonight so elegant she just couldn't say no. It was a thin band of multi-linked hammered gold, and it fitted around her neck like a choker. The flashing gold set off her clean olive complexion to perfection.

She and Tamiko went downstairs to the front of the building as the long limo was just pulling up to the entrance. The driver got out and opened the passenger door for the pair.

Carolyn was about to get in when she stopped in shock for a moment. Inside the dark, plush interior, Carolyn saw three people. On either side of the back seat were her employer Abigail Stevens and her good friend the Principle Marilyn Perfect. Seated in the center of the seat facing them was Miss Perfect's ward, the mischievous if compelling beautiful Beth Armstrong.

"Hi," said Mrs. Stevens. "I thought we might as well all travel together."

"Oh, of course," said a dubious Carolyn as she entered the limo. Not wanting to sit between the two friends, Carolyn reluctantly sat on Beth's right. Carolyn noticed with irritation that Tamiko meanwhile had cheerfully sat herself in the empty space between Mrs. Stevens and Miss Perfect.

Carolyn introduced Tamiko to everyone and settled in for the long ride.

Mrs. Stevens passed around filled glasses from an already opened bottle of champagne.

"To a fun evening!" she toasted, and they all drank.

She immediately refilled their glasses, then said, "To La Boheme!"

"Oh, my God!" thought Carolyn. "It's not going to turn into one of those nights, is it?" She hated it whenever she was with a group of intelligent women who insisted on getting drunk and then making fools of themselves. It was such an obvious loss of control!

But, she had to toast her favorite opera, she just had to. She drank with the rest, and allowed her glass to be refilled along with all the others. Fortunately, the toasting seemed to have ended for the moment, and Carolyn resolved to nurse this drink for the rest of the 45- minute ride.

Trying to make the best of it, she turned to Beth and said, "What a pleasant surprise it is to see you here, Miss Armstrong. I didn't know there were any extra tickets."

"The school got a few and Marilyn snagged one for me. Sweet, huh? Really, my guardian likes to take me along everywhere. She doesn't really trust me when I'm alone," Beth explained, her green eyes sparkling in the dark interior.

"Now, Beth. You know that's not true," said Miss Perfect, patiently.

The seemingly inexhaustible supply of champagne flowed freely, until everyone was in a very good humor except Carolyn. The evening was turning out exactly as she feared it would. Even her beloved Tamiko was looking a little worse for the champagne. Yet there was nothing she could do about it.

Even with being careful, Carolyn knew that, just to be polite, she herself had enough of the unaccustomed champagne to feel a bit detached from everything. But her high moral standards remained as demanding as ever, for herself and for others.

Carolyn hated it when other people's behavior did not match her own exacting standards of conduct. Here they were, on their way in a luxurious limousine to probably the best opera ever written, dressed in their glittering best, and drunk as sailors on liberty. It was disgusting.

Now they were all positively howling at the dirtiest jokes and stories she had ever heard. Her delicate sensibilities offended, Carolyn would have left the room, if there had been any other place she could have gone to.

As if that wasn't bad enough, Carolyn noticed that even in the air-conditioned limo, it was getting positively hot under her heavy velvet dress. She could feel herself really start to sweat. She could feel it forming along her hair line on her forehead, and running between her half-exposed breasts. Even her bare back wasn't immune.

Not just that. A strange burning sensation was starting to intensify between her legs and under her arms. It was all she could due not to start holding herself to try and lessen the effect. She kept crossing and recrossing her legs, and pressing them tightly together but even that didn't really help. "Damn that champagne," she thought. She knew she shouldn't have had any. It was obviously affecting her, just as it had with all the others. Except, instead of making her silly, it was making her feel very uncomfortable underneath her new expensive, elegant clothes.

Desperately, Carolyn wondered how far there was to go. She had to find someplace private to cool off and relieve this weird burning sensation or she would go surely mad. It seemed they had been driving for hours now. She remembered Mrs. Stevens mentioning something about the limo even having a phone link back here with the driver up front. She looked around for anything resembling an intercom, but could only find a discrete button marked by a raised "MR" on its surface.

Carolyn pushed it, and was surprised to see the heavily-tinted glass moon roof slide completely open.

"That's it!" she said and, heedless of the cries of surprise surrounding her, went to the empty center of the rear passenger compartment and stood up.

Facing forward, with her head and shoulders out of the car, Carolyn found it was exhilarating! After countless minutes of stuffy discomfort, the rush of wind moving swiftly around the speeding vehicle was like a cool shower. Feeling a bit dizzy from the wine, Carolyn found that by increasing the width of her stance and bracing herself with her hands on the car's roof, she could easily maintain her balance against the limo's movements.

Carolyn felt hands all over her hips and legs, yet did not mind. She knew they were just trying to keep her from falling. Even the naughty hand she could feel occasionally cupping her crotch through her dress was there for her own safety. If only it wouldn't make her feel so...so melted inside every time she was touched there.

In her joy, she knew they were all such good friends (even the sexually precocious Beth just wanted to help). Carolyn had never had friends like these before. They were so selfless and considerate, always thinking of her welfare over their own. She was so lucky to know them.

Through the roar of the wind, Carolyn realized that someone was trying to talk to her, but she couldn't hear a thing that was being said.

She turned and ducked her head briefly back into the car for a brief, "I'm fine! You don't need to hold me. I'm fine!" then quickly straightened again. But, the driver quickly had to swerve sharply at avoid hitting a slow-moving car and the movement threw Carolyn momentarily off balance against the back edge of the window opening.

The thin bodice support around her neck caught on a small metal fitting. Carolyn tried to stand but was strained her caught strap. She only succeeded in tripping the manual control for the roof. She looked in shock as, with just her head outside of the car, the moon roof had started to slide inexorably towards her. Panicked, she jumped up, the sudden pressure snapping the thin strap around her neck. The distracted Carolyn, using her hands and arms in a futile effort to stop the closing window, was unaware that her bodice had fallen to her waist and that she was naked from the waist up.

With great relief, Carolyn saw the moon roof stop closing half-way across the opening. "My God! That was close!" she said to herself.

Carolyn spent a little time collecting herself, ignoring the many horns that were starting to sound all around the limousine. One car, filled with the obvious members of a high school football team, pulled up directly alongside of where Carolyn was standing and went absolute crazy.

Out of the corner of her eye, Carolyn could see that they were desperately trying to attract her attention, what with the constant honking of the car's horn and all of their wild gestures and shouting, but their words were lost in the wind. She never even looked in their direction, because she knew far better than to do anything to give them the slightest encouragement. They were only children after all, and tended to take wrong even the coolest of gestures. Still, it amused her that they found her so attractive.

It was getting far to noisy for her now, so she decided that she was finally calm enough to thankfully rejoin the group. They were good people down there after all, and she was angry and disappointed in herself because of the negative way she had felt about them this evening. How they were not living up to her own precious high ideals. Besides, she acknowledged that it was certainly safer in the limo than hanging out of it like somebody's laundry in a strong wind, and a cold wind at that.

The setting sun was just on the horizon and there was a sharp sting to the air. That pleasant, refreshing breeze she had really enjoyed blowing through her hair had become a little too cool. Carolyn could feel the goose-pimples forming all over her. Odd, even her nipples had gotten painfully hard again.

Puzzled, she looked down to see in the evening twilight her proud breasts glowing fully revealed in the soft light. She realized with a shock that she was now completely topless!

"ACK!" she squawked and quickly covered her exposed breasts with her hands. She tried to duck back down into the car, but she failed to notice that the roof had already started closing once more, until it was too late for her to get away.

The roof finally stopped, pressing lightly against the trapped Carolyn's neck. Through the too narrow slit, Carolyn couldn't pass her head, the only part of her still outside the still speeding limousine. Hanging on to the edge of the moon roof with both hands to relieve the slight pressure as much as she could, the crouching Carolyn was now caught between the closed roof and the back of the roof opening. She realized that she was now topless in front of her friends and there wasn't anything she could do about it. She was helpless!

She tried yelling for help, but gave it up after she swallowed her first bug.

Carolyn started to panic, but stopped. "My friends are here, and they will help me," she thought, and it soothed her greatly.

Someone was shouting at her from below, but all she caught was "...roof jammed...". She used her right hand to show that she understood, then waved it in front of her exposed breasts. They had to realize she needed covering.

When she felt her dress being removed from her hips, she became very agitated, until she heard the word "Repairs!" shouted from below and was able to relax again. Well, at least they knew that something had happened to her beautiful new dress.

She tried to see what was going on, but she was so close to the glass, and it was so tinted, she couldn't make out a thing that was happening inside. The honking that had so disturbed her earlier had all stopped, and even the football car had pulled away. "Thank God!" she thought. She had never felt so embarrassed, being exposed in public like that. How could she have been so careless?

What she had wanted most to happen, for the driver to simply stop and pry her out of this predicament, she now realized was completely impossible. Not until she got her dress back on, anyway. Why, the driver would be able to see everything, just everything!

The hands returned and Carolyn was grateful for them. It was very tiring to have to hang half-crouching like this from the car's roof. She needed all the support she could get. If only they wouldn't keep sliding into the wrong places. She could feel them move from her waist over her sensitive ribs to her breasts, where her erect nipples would always be accidentally flicked or tweaked somehow. The hands would begin their journey down her front and sides again. She wondered why they thought she would need support from her soon swollen breasts, and why her poor nipples kept getting in everyone's way.

There were hands traveling up and down her sculptured back, from her shoulders to her hips and buttocks. Other hands ran up and down her inner thighs. Much to her embarrassment, there was even at least one hand holding her by her barely covered crotch, and sometimes more.

The hands moving all over her exposed flesh were not just supporting her, she could sense them massaging her as well. Probably to keep her circulation going, Carolyn guessed.

"What good friends!" Carolyn thought happily, although it was making her feel very tingly and warm all over.

"Always thinking of me, even after I was ignoring everyone all evening."

She decided to reward them all this weekend by making everyone a special batch of cookies.

If only they weren't so enthusiastic! She was feeling strange before, but her tingly body was beginning to strongly overreact to her friends efforts. Even the hand supporting her by her crotch seemed to be constantly working the hyper-sensitive flesh of her barely covered vulva, although what someone hoped to gain by doing that she had no idea. She didn't have any muscles there, did she?

After a time, she could hardly concentrate, the sensations radiating from her pussy were so strong. Oh, the hand massaging her there did help to quell the strange burning she had been feeling, but after a moment of relief the heat would return stronger than ever. It was the itch that just kept getting worse whenever the spot was scratched. She tried moving her hips as much as she could, to discourage whoever was unintentionally doing this to her, but to no avail. The hands just followed her, clinging tenaciously to her burning, quivering flesh.

She had no idea what was happening to her, why she should be feeling this way now of all times. Her body trembled from the terrible, marvelous pressure building within her. When her panties were removed, the befuddled Carolyn didn't even notice.

The hands were joined by hungry, voracious mouths that seemed intent on sucking the very life out of her, and Carolyn loved it. Carolyn felt lost to the overwhelming sensations, the incredible fires that were now burning out of control within her.

Still trapped by the neck, she could only crouch instinctively when her mind snapped. No longer the supremely rational and in-control individual called Carolyn Lord, she became some mindless creature intent only on her own pleasure. When she started to use her hands to hold the heads nursing on her breasts closer, the 'jammed' moon roof magically opened and the beautiful, defenseless nude body fell to the carpeted floor of the limousine.

The four lesbians immediately devoured their helpless, eager victim.

They divided up the beautiful woman between them, and, when they each had their fill, they shifted as one and started again. Nothing of her was neglected, nothing was missed. Carolyn's burning body was pleasured as it had never been before.

After her fourth joyous climax, what was once the impeccable Miss Carolyn Lord, now naked and bathed in sweat, saliva and vaginal fluids, collapsed unconscious on the gently rocking floor as the limousine pulled into the university theater's parking lot.

The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part Nine

Carolyn Lord awoke to find herself alone, laying across the wide back seat. She found that she was completely dressed (Thank God!), but for some reason felt very sticky and uncomfortable underneath her heavy dress. "What the hell was I doing?" she wondered aloud.

Over her head, taped to the seat back, was a ticket and a note.

Carolyn,

We decided to let you sleep off the champagne. If you should feel up enough to go, we'll be waiting for you at the theater's café until show time.

Abby

P.S. I'm very disappointed in you. If you can't drink, you should have said something!

"Oh, my God!" moaned Carolyn. She had done it again! Her boss must think she's a hopeless drunk, or worse. In her note, Mrs. Stevens sounded very angry, much more angry then Carolyn had ever known her to be in the brief time she had been working for her.

Any questions Carolyn may have had, about how she came to be laying on the back seat after being caught topless by that stupid sliding roof, fled her mind before the terrible realization that, by her own foolish actions, she had somehow greatly angered her new employer.

She checked her watch and saw that it was only 10 minutes to curtain. "I can still make it!" she exclaimed.

She jumped up from the seat and, half-way out the door, almost went weak-kneed from her bladder being so full.

"Okay, ladies room first," she said, clenching. It would also give her a chance to try and clean up a little.

She walked swiftly to the theater and entered a vast foyer. It was covered by a plush red carpet, and was lit by large crystal chandeliers hung from the tall ceiling at regular intervals. Billboards of coming attractions lined the left wall, while the right contained the café and some souvenir stalls.

The lights started flashing for the five-minute warning and Carolyn immediately darted into the nearest ladies room. Once inside, the size of the crowd was amazing, and she had to wait, dancing patiently for some time before finally gaining the sanctuary of a stall.

"At last!" she cried thankfully, as she shut and locked the stall door. She set her handbag on a convenient shelf and set about pulling up her voluminous skirt.

"Shit, shit, shit. I knew this big skirt was going to be trouble," she muttered, her hands full of skirt with yards of heavy material still hanging about her. Unhappily, she unfastened her dress and took it off, being careful not to let it drag on the surprisingly clean floor, and hung it up on the hook attached to the door.

She untied her soaked, sticky panties and pulled them off as well. First wiping off the seat with toilet paper, Carolyn sat gratefully down and relieved the pressure from her bursting bladder.

"Ahhh!" she breathed, her face all smiles for a moment. "How do you spell relief?"

When she picked up her soiled panties from the floor, her smile quickly faded. They were ruined for tonight, she knew. Completely soaked through. Remembering with a shudder what this little bit of silk cost, Carolyn wrapped up the panties into as tight a bundle as she could manage. She then reached up for her purse and, after wrapping her folded panties in toilet paper, thrust the tiny bundle clear to the bottom of her purse. Finished, she returned the purse to the shelf.

Now she would have absolutely no protection for the rest of the evening. "Great," she thought, shaking her head. "Just great."

Using toilet paper and some judicious spit, Carolyn quickly cleaned herself off as best she could, then flushed all evidence of her recent accident in the limousine away.

She got into her dress and refastened it without incident. To Carolyn's relief, the broken strap that Tamiko repaired was holding nicely.

She left the stall and waded across the crowded room to the sinks. The room magically cleared as the one- minute warning was flashed. She washed her hands, then fixed her face and hair. Giving her reflection one final glance, Carolyn was ready to go out and enjoy a fine opera.

As she raced to find the correct entrance for her section, Carolyn just hoped that she wouldn't wet herself in the process of enjoying the remainder of the evening!

Following the section numbers along the wall, Carolyn went through the proper entrance for her section. Inside the large theater, Carolyn saw that her section was a third of the way from the orchestra, with her seat being dead center. She could just make out her group sitting in the darkness, with an empty seat waiting for her on the right. It was in fact the only empty seat in the entire theater, as far as she could tell.

"It figures," she muttered, glumly. "So much for sneaking in unnoticed."

The overture had already started, was in fact almost over, and she would have to pass quickly in front of the already seated patrons to get to her seat before the start of the first act. Looking bleakly in the dark, she noticed that the rows all seemed very long indeed.

"Damn."

Carolyn wanted to race down the row, but it was far too narrow for any kind of rapid movement. Plus, she found to her surprise the disgruntled people weren't even getting up to let her pass. How rude! She was forced to squeeze by in front of every one of them in the dim light.

Naturally, in such a narrow space, Carolyn constantly felt the backs of her legs and her buttocks being grazed by knees, shoes, and even the occasional hand, but there was nothing she could do about it. She was making a big enough spectacle of herself as it was by coming in late, without adding to it by making a scene right in front of everyone.

By the time she reached her group of friends seated in the center, her behind was positively burning from all of the touching it had endured from those thoughtless people. She could even tell that the black velvet had managed to embed itself deep between her buttocks, causing the round half-moons to be clearly delineated.

"What a time for a wedgie!" she thought. She had no opportunity to clear it either, not unless she either left the theater or did it right in front of the entire audience.

"Oh, sure. I can do that," she muttered sarcastically.

She now had to pass in front of her entire party to reach her seat. "Shit," she said quietly. "What more could go wrong?"

Carolyn soon found out.

As she stepped in from of Miss Perfect, she heard the woman whisper "Why, hello Miss Lord. Glad you could finally make it!" As if that wasn't bad enough, she felt the woman hands on her buttocks, helping her to move past.

Passing in front of Beth, Carolyn heard a chirped "Hi, Carolyn." She jumped when she felt her dress quickly pushed in even deeper into her behind by the perky teenager. "Now why did she do that?" Carolyn wondered in amazement.

Carolyn received only an ominous silence from Mrs. Stevens. Her relief at being able to sit away from her angry boss and on Tamiko's right died when the Japanese teenager got up and shifted one seat over.

"Oh, no," Carolyn thought, as she waited for Tamiko to settle in her new seat. Now she would be spending the rest of the evening sitting right next to Mrs. Stevens. At least Tamiko would be on her own right.

Carolyn was surprised to suddenly feel a pair of strong hands on her waist, guiding her to her seat, almost dropping her into it in fact with a fiercely whispered, "Now sit, already!"

"Oh!" she gasped as the bunched-up fabric now pressed tightly against her unprotected vulva.

She tried shifting in her seat to smooth out the velvet but felt a strong grip on her left thigh as her boss pleaded, "Be still, for God's sake! It's starting"

Carolyn knew she was stuck now, at least until intermission when she could fix everything.

La Boheme unfolded its timeless tale of love and consumption with the usual pomp and majesty, but Carolyn, to her regret, soon had ears for none of it.

The burning Carolyn had felt earlier had returned with a vengeance. The pressure of the cloth between her legs was maddening. Try as she might, it was simply torture for her to sit still for very long.

She kept having to cross her legs every few moments, in a vain attempt to stifle the growing fire. Sliding secretly on the plush theater seat didn't help any either. It just caused the cloth to start rubbing, and she knew with a desperate certainty that the last thing she needed was something to start rubbing down there.

Sweat was running down the side of her face. She was biting her lower lip in her frustration. Her breasts were practically jumping out of her low-cut bodice with her labored breathing. She was sure the back of her skirt was completely soaked with her vaginal fluids.

"God! Please, God!" Carolyn desperately prayed. "Intermission. I need the intermission, now!"

Still, the sweet, wonderful music continued.

People whispered to her but she couldn't hear a thing from the roaring in her ears. She could sense that Tamiko and Mrs. Stevens were watching her occasionally, but she couldn't bare the shame of facing either of them right now. Besides, it was taking all of her concentration to keep from embarrassing herself, from having an orgasm right there in the middle of the audience, in the middle of La Boheme, for God's sake!

She wasn't doing anything, she pleaded with herself. She was just sitting! It wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair at all!

By the time the curtain closed and the lights came up for the long-awaited intermission, Carolyn was terrified of moving. She had been finessed to such a peak of repressed excitement that she was positive she would climax immediately if she did anything at all.

People were getting up all around her, stretching and making their way to the exits, yet the sweating, trembling Carolyn remained where she was seated.

"I must fight this! I must!" she thought repeatedly, frantically. Yet, paradoxically, the more she fought against it, the more she wanted it to happen. It always felt so good, so wondrous when ever and where ever it did happen, that she almost couldn't stand it.

She had denied herself for so long all such marvelous sensations, sensations that she never in fact even dreamed could exist in the real world. She always thought that they were only the product of some over- heated playwright, poet, or writer.

Now that they were a fantastic reality, now that they had actually started for her, Miss Carolyn Lord, she couldn't turn them off! It was all she secretly thought about. It was maddening!

Even when such feelings happened against her will, she knew that deep within her very soul she embraced them joyfully, and hated herself for doing so.

Tonight, it was happening again. Once again her traitorous body had unbelievably rebelled against her, as if it had a mind of its own. This time, though, it would be different. This time her mind would finally win.

Carolyn was startled from her thoughts by the belated realization that Tamiko's face was a inch from her own, the girl looking directly into her glazed eyes.

"Y-yes?" Carolyn was finally able to gasp.

"Would you like to come with us for something to eat?"

"Oh, n-no. No, I'm fine, thanks."

Carolyn jumped as both her nipples were sharply tweaked through the thick velvet. She looked in open- mouthed disbelief at the departing Tamiko as the massive climax finally overwhelmed her.

"Uh-uh!" she grunted, her head tilted back over the seat rest, her hands plunged between her legs, holding her pulsating crotch through the velvet as her cringing body spasmed uncontrollably again and again.

When the young male ushers saw the woman acting strangely in the middle of the emptying theater, they were ready to dial 911 for an ambulance. The poor woman was obviously having some sort of medical problem and was in desperate need of assistance.

The young female ushers, being a little more knowledgable in such matters and sighing with envy, just told them that it was only a female thing, and the woman simply needed to be left alone.

When Carolyn was at last able to realize her surroundings, the lights were dimming and the curtain was rising. She had missed the intermission!

She could smell her own sweat and vaginal secretions and it sickened her. She shifted in her seat and realized with horror that she was sitting in a veritable pool of her own, slick fluids. Her dress had to be thoroughly soaked. She looked at Tamiko with pleading in her eyes and a continued tingling in her vagina. "I'm so sorry," she whispered sadly. "So sorry."

"There, there, my precious. It's all right," replied Tamiko comfortingly as she held Carolyn's hand in her own. "There, there."

As she looked at Tamiko, Carolyn felt a hand slide under her bodice and cup her left breast. It must be Mrs. Stevens checking to make sure she was all right, she thought dully. Carolyn stiffened, then relaxed as a thumb began to slide over her erect nipple. She was too dazed to care anymore. Just as long as Tamiko forgave her, that was all that mattered to her befuddled mind.

Tamiko turned Carolyn's head toward the stage. She whispered seductively in her shell-like ear, "Keep watching the show, my precious. Just keep watching the show."

Carolyn felt Tamiko take hold of her right breast, but she continued to look at the stage as she had been told and did nothing. As Tamiko expertly manipulated the diamond-hard nipple, Mrs. Stevens reached under the pliant Carolyn's skirt to uncross her legs and spread them apart. Soon Carolyn felt the familiar sensation of something entering her melting, steaming cunt and she smiled.

For the remainder of the opera, Tamiko and Mrs. Stevens slyly kept the disconcerted Carolyn in a delicious state of high sexual excitement. Her repeated orgasms were spaced far enough apart to allow her just the time necessary for her to recover for the next. There would be no escape for her by passing out this time, they had decided earlier. Carolyn was theirs for the remainder of the night, and they intended to take advantage of every moment of it.

Carried away by what was going on next to them, Marilyn Perfect and Beth Armstrong were soon engaged in their own familiar, private little games.

By opera's end, the stupefied Carolyn felt drained. She had climaxed so many times her vagina actually hurt. The back of her dress from her waist down and her theater seat were both one massive wet spot. She could barely stand, and it took the assistance of both Tamiko and Mrs. Stevens to walk her swaying body down the row and out of the theater.

When the ushers saw Carolyn's condition, several immediately went over to the group and offered their assistance.

"It's okay, folks," Mrs. Stevens assured them. "Just a little too much opera, that's all."

Carolyn slept soundly in a corner of the limousine during the ride back. She was totally unaware that Beth spent the ride kneeling under her skirt, happily manipulating Carolyn's throbbing clitoris between her widely-parted thighs, to ensure Carolyn's dreams were sweet ones.

The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part Ten

It was the next morning, and Carolyn was sitting at her kitchen table feeling very overwhelmed.

She couldn't believe it had actually happened. A little too much champagne, and she had personally destroyed a beautiful evening for everyone.

She dimly realized that, in the middle of a public theater, she had become so keyed up that both Tamiko and Mrs. Stevens had to physically hold her down for at least half of the performance. She wondered if she could ever face her boss again after such a humiliating display.

This morning she awoke to the strangest feelings: extreme thirst, sore muscles (including her pelvis), and a pleasant sensation of complete exhaustion. "What in hell was I doing last night?" she wondered aloud, but the smiling Tamiko, sitting across from her at the table in the nude as usual, did not answer.

Tamiko, darling Tamiko, had made them both breakfast, and Carolyn had discovered she was ravenous. She had never felt so hungry.

Again she felt compelled to ask herself, "What could have happened last night to make me feel like this?"

Carolyn was surprised to find Tamiko suddenly standing beside her chair. She hadn't even noticed her getting up.

Tamiko took Carolyn by the hands and brought her to her feet. Puzzled, she stood in front of her dearest friend as the girl looked deeply into her eyes.

Tamiko leaned up and kissed Carolyn very gently on the mouth. Suffused throughout the past month with strong feelings of warmth and affection for her young friend, Carolyn for the first time hesitantly kissed her back.

Well aware that an important turning point had been reached in their relationship, Tamiko did not press her advantage. But, neither did she break off the kiss. The two stood there in the kitchen, the inexperienced 30-year old and the very experienced 18-year old, quietly nibbling each other's lips.

Carolyn finally broke off the kiss when she found herself pressing tightly against her friend.

"I'm...I'm so sorry," Carolyn whispered, her head down. "I don't know what came over me."

"I do," said Tamiko. She placed her face directly in front of the averted Carolyn's, so that the woman could not help but look at her. "I know exactly what came over you." She put her arms around Carolyn's neck and drew her close, looked deep into her eyes, then covered her mouth with a fierce kiss.

Carolyn, her insides nothing but melted butter, responded instantly. She threw her arms around the neck of the shorter Japanese teenager and kissed her with all of the passion which she had refused herself for so long. Overcome by an avalanche of inexplicable emotion finally released, Carolyn rained kisses and more kisses down on that sweet oriental face.

Finally, she was able to say what she had not been able to face for so long, that she was hopelessly in love with the young Japanese.

"I love you, Tamiko. I love you so much. Please say you'll never leave me, please. Not ever! I'd think I'd die without you."

Tamiko coolly untied Carolyn's sash and pulled the robe from her shoulders. "I think I prefer you like this," Tamiko said quietly.

"Yes, my love, my life. Whatever...whatever you want," Carolyn gasped as she continued to rain kisses on the Japanese girl. "Anything, anything at all..." Carolyn sobbed, rapidly approaching hysterics.

Sensing immediately that things were progressing much too fast for this American, Tamiko bent down and picked up the robe lying at Carolyn's feet. Placing it around her shoulders, Tamiko told her, "Come on. Let's go in the living room and relax a bit."

Leading the sobbing woman like a child by the hand, Tamiko took her into the living room and placed her on the couch. She gave her a box of facial tissues, then dashed back into the kitchen to turn everything still cooking on Low. She filled two large snifters to the brim with the Greek brandy Metaxas, then took them out to the other room.

Feeling the fool, Carolyn had meanwhile forced herself to stop crying and was putting on her robe when Tamiko re-entered the room.

Smiling wanly, Carolyn, consumed by a bitter self- hatred, fiercely tied her sash and collapsed helplessly back on the couch.

Tamiko joined her on the couch. Carolyn gladly accepted the offered brandy glass and drank the contents in one angry gulp.

Five minutes of coughing and several tissues later, Carolyn was finally able to get her breath back.

"Phew!"

"You sip brandy, you know."

"Yes, Tamiko, I know."

Carolyn looked at her friend(?), lover(?), who was staring at her with anxious eyes.

"You have the most beautiful eyes, you know? Those eyes hold the secrets of the orient in them. A person could drown in those black pools of yours. I'm all right now, Tamiko. Really, quite all right."

The waiting girl said nothing as she continued to watch her American toy.

"I had always imagined this scene to be a little different," Carolyn said wryly. "You were suppose to be this nice Greek businessman about five or ten years my senior."

Tamiko, sipping her drink, continued to patiently wait.

"You would be on bended knee, protesting your eternal love and devotion. I, on the other hand, would be cool and proper, only accepting if the diamond ring you flourished was the proper size and if the setting was good enough for a person of your means."

"That's what can happen when you come from a poor background. Your values get a little screwed up."

"Which brings us to, well, us. I love you. I love you with all my soul. I am not a les..., a les..., a lesbian, and have never, to my knowledge, wanted to be one. Don't really like them, to tell you the truth, they seem such an unhappy group. As with most people, they're always seeking something they can never have. Yet, the unmistakable fact is that I love you, which, if that makes me a lesbian, then so be it."

"I hope that this doesn't shock you, the fact that another woman finds you very attractive, very special."

An amused Tamiko gave her head a slight shake.

"I will not die if you should go away some day, although if you do I'll shall miss terribly you for a very long time."

"Well, that's it. That's how I feel. And if you think that was easy," Carolyn said with a faint smile as she took Tamiko's glass, "you're wrong."

She drank the contents carefully, in several sips.

"Now, it's your turn."

Tamiko was in an uncharacteristic quandary. When she first met Carolyn Lord, she was possessed by the desire to humble and own this proud bitch of an American. She delighted in the thought of using her vast store of sexual knowledge and natural cunning to humiliate and eventually control this beautiful and accomplished female.

And now the stupid bitch just handed herself over to her on a silver platter! Unbelievable! Only in America could this happen! Tamiko knew that, as sure as the sun would rise in the east tomorrow, that Carolyn would from now on give herself to her, freely and without hesitation, all of that awesome body of hers, and would happily do anything she asked of her. Absolutely anything.

All that meticulous planning, all that wonderful guile- wasted! Tamiko was devastated. Worse, she found herself starting to like the damned woman. Hell, she even admired her a little. After all that had been done to her, Carolyn just licked her wounds and went right back into the fight again, and she never looked back.

What a person in which to find the true samurai spirit! Who would have thought it?

Now this morning, when the woman dares to bare her very soul to someone simply because she thinks she loved them and therefor had absolute faith and trust in them. And she did this wondrous thing to her, Tamiko, her would-be betrayer and conqueror!

Shit! What a mess. She herself had never had the courage to be that honest with anyone, including herself, about anything in her entire life.

So, she wondered, what do you do with someone like that? Use them quickly and then leave before their strange influences have their insidious effect? Lock them up for their own protection? Or perhaps....

Oh, no, Tamiko thought, not that! Anything but that! But the thought refused to go away and she was forced to face it: perhaps stick around and safeguard them for the rare, precious assets they are, while enjoying some very good sex indeed?

That was the trouble. Another fact that Tamiko was absolutely sure of was that any sex with an enthusiastic Carolyn Lord would be white hot, no question. Tamiko knew all too well the passion which this woman was capable of, and the teenager grew wet at the thought of all that passion directed right at her. Wow!

Tamiko looked deeply into the eyes of her plaything as she slowly and deliberately untied the sash of Carolyn's robe. Not getting any reaction, she pulled opened first one side and then the other of the thin robe.

"I like you like this," Tamiko said quietly.

"Yes, my love," a nervous but eager Carolyn responded.

Tamiko returned to her thoughts. She did not notice Carolyn stand quietly, take off her robe, then carry it back towards the bedroom.

Tamiko knew her parents, but especially her mother, would absolute freak when they found out she had gotten involved with a non-Japanese.

"Oh, my ancient ancestors!" she thought worriedly. "Not so fast! I'm thinking like it's already happened, and it is nothing of the sort."

A completely naked Carolyn returned from the bedroom, after hanging up her robe in the closet. "I will not be needing that any more," she thought, looking at her love still sitting on the couch, wearing a very confused and worried look on her face.

She looked around the apartment, already imagining what it would be like with the two of them living together permanently. "We'll need a bigger place," Carolyn observed quietly.

She went over and sat next to the thinking, nude teenager.

No matter how Tamiko worked it out, to have a Carolyn Lord as her personal sex toy would be fantastic, no question. But, to have a Carolyn Lord as an eager lover, giving freely what so many were able to take only by guile, that would be simply sublime.

Tamiko sensed her long, black hair being parted in back, then felt delicate kisses being planted on the back of her neck.

"See what I mean?" the Japanese dryly asked herself aloud.

"See what, my love?" Carolyn asked as she kissed her way around Tamiko's neck.

"Nothing, my precious. Nothing at all. Now, come here," Tamiko commanded, as she reached for her woman.

"No, you come here," Carolyn replied, pushing the bemused girl down on the couch. "Now, it's my turn!"

End Part Ten

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