Carolyn Lord

Into the Maelstrom (F+/F, Reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com

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Part I

Carolyn Lord knew it was going to a bad day the moment Mr. Brandon, the senior law partner, walked into her corner cubical at Nine that Friday morning. He was one of the original founders of the law firm where she worked for the last five years as a paralegal secretary, Brandon, Fields, and O'Connor. In his late seventies, he now spent most of his time wandering aimlessly around the various offices, and talking of old times at every opportunity. He had been quite good in a courtroom in his day, but his courtroom days were long past. At the moment he was parked in the chair located in front of Carolyn's desk, a very bad sign indeed, because that meant her morning was just about shot.

It was obvious that the old man had taken a liking towards her and was always looking for an excuse to be around her. Not that he tried to get "fresh" or anything, she had problems enough with the younger partners and associates about things like that. No, Carolyn was sure that Mr. Brandon was far too much a gentleman of the old school to try anything like that, or even think of it for that matter. He just liked to talk to her for extended periods of time and that always played havoc with her well-planned work schedule.

She liked the old gentleman and wouldn't think of hurting his feelings by asking him to leave, even if he wasn't the senior partner. So, as Mr. Brandon droned on, Carolyn put an attentive look on her face and tried to sneak in as much work as possible. She thought about her main concern for the day, getting ready for a major client conference this Saturday (it figures). Then there was her upcoming evening with Tiffany. She couldn't decide which was going to be worse: being at work on yet another weekend or going to a party with Tiffany.

Carolyn Lord first met the 18-year old Tiffany Goodbody when she appeared as if by magic in front of her desk six weeks ago. Tiffany was part of a freshman job orientation program the firm had arranged with a local college, and Carolyn to her horror had been designated as her sponsor. Her schedule was busy enough without having to baby-sit someone.

It did not help matters that Carolyn disliked her at first sight. She was everything Carolyn was not. A classic American beauty, outgoing and friendly as anything, undisciplined, and stupid as a rock. If she wasn't a cheerleader, she should have been with her full head of long, golden hair, innocent big blue eyes and pert, athletic figure. To cap it off, her family was extremely wealthy. She was driving a car (18th birthday present) that, Carolyn noted sourly, would have taken her years to save up for, if ever.

Carolyn Lord was a 30-year old olive-skinned Greek beauty who was from a poor family, with parents who were much older than others of her age group. She had strait blue-black hair, which she carefully maintained at just-above shoulder length with a slight inward curl at the ends. She was a delectable 5'6", with a firm 34C bust and a beautiful body which she took care of with the same amount of care that she used when taking care of her car or her apartment, and for the same reasons. It was hers, it was needed, and that was all that mattered. She had worked herself through legal secretary school, was extremely intelligent, and always maintained an impeccable appearance. She also maintained a very cool if not icy reserve that was very hard for anyone, man or woman, to break through, although many tried. As a paralegal, she was considered by those in the firm to be the best they had ever seen, and quite indispensable to their operations.

Tiffany, after a few weeks at the firm, began to hang around with another of the paralegals who worked there, a young, full-figured Latin girl named Maria.

Carolyn had a problem with Maria. She had been with the firm for only a year, and Carolyn had been her sponsor as well. From the beginning Maria had gone out of her way to cultivate a friendship with the reserved Carolyn, which, after several months, Carolyn had finally responded to and they spent time together at the occasional weekend lunch or movie. Carolyn returned to her old ways, however, when Maria made a certain invitation to her. It was then that Carolyn ended their friendship. Maria had told her that she was part of an unusual group of friends who met every Friday for a weekend of "girl-games", and that she had told them all about her, and now Carolyn had a standing invitation to join them when ever she wanted. Carolyn thanked her and, outside of work, tried to avoid the young woman as much as possible from then on. She wasn't really sure what games Maria was talking about, but Carolyn wanted no part of them, whatever they were. She always thought it best to maintain a certain distance from those around her and this incident just served to confirm what she already knew to be true.

But now there was Tiffany. She of course couldn't wait to join Maria's group of party animals, and was in fact going to the group's "initiation" this Friday. It was a party at an apartment belonging to a Japanese exchange student named Tamiko Suzuki. But for Carolyn, the maddening thing about it was-- Tiffany didn't want to go alone. She wanted Carolyn to go with her! She told Carolyn that she was really a shy person (Ha!), and had trouble meeting new people. She needed Carolyn along for moral support.

Not normally a vindictive woman, Carolyn Lord took pity on the insecure teenager and, against her better judgment, agreed to attend at least a short part of the party with her.

She looked at Mr. Brandon still talking away in front of her, and she sighed.

It was going to be a very long day.

It was 6:30 that Friday evening when a reluctant Carolyn Lord finally arrived with a very nervous Tiffany Goodbody at the modest-looking apartment complex where they were to spend the evening. Inside the lobby, Carolyn was surprised to see that it really was a very plush affair, complete with health spas, pool, recreation rooms and security. Not bad for an exchange student, she thought.

As they waiting to gain permission from the front desk for entry into the building, Carolyn noticed that all of the people she saw there passing through the lobby were rather young, at most in their 30s, and rather expensively dressed. She was also surprised to notice that, despite the heavy lobby traffic going past the front desk, there weren't any men. It was only women whom she saw walking past her. Even the staff, including security, were all women as well. How strange.

They quickly gained permission for entry and proceeded up the silent evaluator to the 10th floor. After walking down the thickly carpeted hallway, they finally came to the door of the apartment. Carolyn, naturally, had to do the knocking.

The door was opened by a short but very attractive young Japanese girl with long black hair cascading down her back. Carolyn was surprised to find the girl was wearing a very short silk robe and not much else. We must be early, she thought. She's not even dressed yet.

"Con Nichi Wa," the girl said, bowing slightly at the waist. "Good evening and welcome. I am Tamiko. You must be Tiffany and her good friend Carolyn. We've been waiting for you. Please come in."

"Thank you," Carolyn finally said, to cover for Tiffany's nervous silence.

They entered the large apartment to find the party in full swing. It was evidently a theme party of some kind, because everyone seemed to be wearing just very colorful (and brief!) bathing suits. Everyone that is, except Carolyn and Tiffany. Carolyn had gone to Tiffany's dorm directly from her job at the law firm, so she was still in one of her office suits. Tiffany was in her usual tight jeans and pullover.

Carolyn felt ridiculously overdressed. Tiffany had not said a thing about the proper attire. If she had known it was going to be like this, she probable wouldn't have come at all. Well, she'll just leave even earlier than she had planned. She gave it an hour, and that's all. She wondered if the scatter- brained Tiffany had known about the bathing suits.

They were soon surrounded by nine semi-dressed young women, including Maria from the firm. All present were greatly excited about their arrival and greeted them warmly. After looking at all the bare golden flesh in front of her, Carolyn noticed with grim amusement that, at 30, she was definitely the oldest woman in the room. And, after watching how everyone was dressed (or rather not dressed) it was clear that she was also the only responsible adult as well (although even the oldest girl there didn't look much over 20)! It was just one more thing to thank Tiffany for on Monday.

After introductions had been exchanged, Carolyn found out to her dismay that it was in fact a "pool party" (even though the pool was located in the basement of the building and the apartment was on the 10th floor), and that the pool had been reserved for their exclusive use later on that evening, from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m.. But pool or no pool, the girls were all quite insistent that bathing suits were obligatory for tonight's festivities.

"You mean you really didn't bring anything to wear for the party?" asked Amber.

"I'm sorry," Carolyn apologized. "I didn't know it was going to be like this. Besides, I may not stay all that long anyway, so please don't worry about me."

"But we told Tiffany all about it!"

"It figures," Carolyn groaned to herself.

"Well, I just forgot, that's all," Tiffany exclaimed, to Carolyn's murderous glare.

Tamiko pushed her way through the crowd to where Carolyn and Tiffany were standing, holding some small bits of brightly colored cloth and string. "Since you two didn't wear a bathing suit, here are a couple of mine you can use."

"I don't think so," Carolyn haughtily replied, looking down with ill- concealed horror at the terribly revealing two-piece suits Tamiko held up for them to wear. Even if they had been Carolyn's size, which was impossible considering how petite Tamiko was, they were still far too small for her. She always hated the idea of exposing her body to anyone, even in her own modest single piece suit. Wearing Tamiko's, she would be practically naked in front of these strangers. Not a chance!

"Tiffany's the one you want. I'm just a visitor here," Carolyn said brusquely. She wanted no misunderstanding about her desire to be included as little as possible in tonight's events.

Tamiko was terribly offended at her rebuffed hospitality (for the Japanese take their manners very seriously), especially when done in such an open fashion. My turn will come, you proud American bitch, she thought with satisfaction. A vision of Carolyn naked on all fours while being pumped in her beautiful ass with a 10-inch dildo flashed through Tamiko's mind. Content with her thoughts of revenge, Tamiko kept her demeanor calm as she turned to Tiffany.

"Tiffany? How about you?" she asked, ever the polite host.

"Gosh, they're really nice, Tamiko," Tiffany gushed with a worried look on her face as she looked at the offered suits. "I know it's a pool party. But maybe a little later, when we go down there, OK?"

"Sure, honey. Whatever you want. Just remember, this initiation is for you after all and you're going to have to participate eventually."

"I know. And I appreciate being here, really I do." the nervous blonde said. "When will we start the initiation?"

"You'll find out," Tamiko replied knowingly, and walked away, still holding up the unused suits.

Hiding their disappointment, the girls led their guests into the interior of the well-furnished apartment.

As the party started again, one or another of the girls would offer to get Carolyn any type of drink she wanted, but she always declined. Drinking, she felt, was just another way to loose control and she never liked for that to happen. So, she drank only rarely, and then for church or family functions only. She never drank at parties!

However, Tiffany, Carolyn noted with dismay, was accepting every drink she could get her hands on.

The party soon regained its previous momentum and Carolyn lost Tiffany to her new friends. Left alone, Carolyn wandered about the large living room, admiring the exquisite oriental art scattered about. She was surprised to find that her hostess had excellent taste. Perhapse there was more to this girl then she thought. Abruptly, she found herself face to face with a very chagrined looking Tamiko.

Bowing deeply, Tamiko said quietly in her lilting accent, "I came to apologize for my rudeness earlier. It was wrong of me to treat my guests in such a fashion. My poor clothes were obviously not suitable for a person of your quality."

Carolyn was taken aback by the girl's obvious sincerity. She also realized that her own behavior hadn't been exactly Emily Post either. Here she had come to a party, and managed first thing to insult her hostess. Worse, for Carolyn, was that she hadn't even remembered to bring any food, which was a Greek insult in itself! This girl had succeeded in making her feel very guilty indeed. Now she was obligated to make it up to the poor child in some way.

"No, it was my fault. Really," she said, trying to ease the girl's pain. "I can be very foolish sometimes. Please forgive me. Let me help in the kitchen or something. Please."

"No. You might soil that fine suit." Tamiko saw Carolyn blush and look down at the floor upon hearing that. Good! Tamiko thought. Serves her right.

"Besides," Tamiko continued, "the error was truly mine. As a token of my apology, please take this." Tamiko held out with both hands a frosted-glass filled with ice and a very thick, red liquid.

"You will find it is the just the thing for a hot summer evening."

Carolyn carefully took the glass and wondered how she could ask the obvious question about alcohol content without offending the girl again.

Sensing her hesitation, Tamiko said, "This is a favorite of my classmates at the school I attended in Japan, before I left for college in America. My mother always served this during their visits to our home. It is called a Mai Tai."

Oh, if her mother served it to her school friends, then it must be all right, Carolyn thought. Relieved that she had been able to avoid another mistake, Carolyn carefully put the glass to her lips and tentatively sipped the liquid. She found it was delicious and very cooling in the warm room. To cap everything off, she could taste no alcohol. The drink was completely safe.

"Why, this is marvelous!"

"Yes, simple but very soothing. It is after all only a mixture of various fruit juices. But, you must drink deeply for the full effect."

To Tamiko's satisfaction, Carolyn eagerly did as she was told. Soon Carolyn was holding an empty glass. She had drained it and hadn't even noticed. The drink was that smooth. The only problem was, she found that she was still thirsty.

"Could I have another, please?"

"I think that can be arranged."

Tamiko brought Carolyn a full pitcher of Mai Tai and then led her to two comfortable chairs which faced each other and were located away from the party crowd on the far side of the room near the kitchenette. There, the two of them talked on into the night, Tamiko being careful to replenish Carolyn's glass whenever it emptied.

After about an hour, the party moved over to where Carolyn and Tamiko were sitting, when Carolyn learned that Tiffany had finally been talked into wearing one of Tamiko's bathing suits. Great, she thought. Now I'm really going to be over-dressed.

"The spare suits are in the bathroom," Tamiko directed cooly, with a pointed look at Carolyn.

The embarrassed Carolyn looked away as, with much collective cheering from the other girls, Tiffany left to change in the bathroom. In ten minutes she returned wearing tightly wrapped about her and tied securely with a sash, one of Tamiko's short silk robes she found in the bathroom. In spite of the robe, it was obvious to Carolyn that Tiffany was wearing very little underneath. Two of the girls, Fawn and Samantha, took her giggling back into the bathroom and, after much shrieking and laughing, returned holding a red-faced Tiffany between them, this time without the robe. Tiffany, in a very tiny black string bikini, was busily trying to tie the left side of her small bottoms while the two girls kept her moving forward by swatting her on her pert buttocks and slyly pulling on the strings.

"I just don't see the difference, that's all," Tiffany angrily muttered to Carolyn, to the latter's delight, as she fought with the short strings (Tamiko had cut them so that they were half the standard length) while constantly having to turn to avoid hands seeking to smack her barely covered bottom. "What's the problem with a robe, anyway! I can hardly keep this suit on." Her breasts shook angrily in their too-small cups as she fought with the suit strings and Carolyn watched them with a unexpected interest.

Tiffany's ordeal ended when she finally got her strings to stay tied. The group then departed with the still muttering Tiffany into the kitchen for a fresh round of drinks. Carolyn could soon hear Tiffany laughing with the rest and was glad that Tiffany was having fun once again.

Carolyn was feeling very mellow by now. She disapproved at the way Tiffany had to display herself in the too-small suit (the girl could just get the bottom strings to knot, and her breasts were practically spilling out of their cups), but found herself enjoying along with the others Tiffany's obvious discomfort. Besides, she had felt all along that the only thing Tiffany really needed was a good spanking.

The party drifted back across the room, leaving Tamiko and Carolyn alone once more.

After a time, Carolyn discovered that she was having a wonderful time here. Tamiko proved to be an intelligent and highly educated young woman (Carolyn couldn't think of her a mere girl anymore) who's tales of her life in Japan proved quite fascinating. To avoid offending Tamiko again, Carolyn made the sacrifice of drinking whenever Tamiko re-filled her glass. It didn't matter to her really. It was after all only an unusually pleasant mix of fruit juices, and she could always work off the calories on Saturday. The strange thing was, no matter how much she drank, she always felt a little thirsty.

Carolyn found herself completely captivated by Tamiko's descriptions of Japanese culture. She had never heard anything like it before, and couldn't hear enough about it now. Tamiko proved to be an excellent guide into this exciting new world, and would patiently explain anything that Carolyn asked her about. The normally aloof Carolyn found herself becoming very appreciative of this young oriental.

As the evening wore on, Tamiko began to talk of various Japanese dating and marriage customs. To Carolyn's surprise, the exchange student then went on to calmly describe in intimate detail the sex life of a young Japanese woman.

Normally, Carolyn would be horrified at this kind of talk, yet tonight she felt strangely detached about the whole thing. Tamiko made it all seem so normal, as they sat there in a living room full of half-naked people while she talked of things that Carolyn would have had trouble even thinking about to herself, let alone discuss openly with another person. Still, she knew that such talk was really not for her. It was only her desire not to once again offend this sincere young woman that kept her seated, and not jump up and leave the apartment immediately. Besides, what Tamiko was telling her, however Carolyn personally felt about it, was obviously of cultural and even religious importance to this young person, so Carolyn, taking another big gulp of her soothing and ever present Mai Tai, was determined not to do anything to cause offense. Besides, it was getting just a little interesting.

If only she weren't so explicit, Carolyn thought. It was like being there, watching these terrible things happening. Worse, as Tamiko went remorselessly on and on, Carolyn began to feel as if what the girl was describing was being done to her, personally. Her mind reeled at the verbal images spoken by this calm beautiful Oriental girl sitting in front of her. As the girl went from sexual practice to sexual practice, Carolyn wondered if it was starting to affect her. She noticed that the room was becoming increasing warm. Worse, she was finding her body becoming uncomfortably warm. Her face was becoming flush. Her heart was beating very fast and she was practically panting, her breath had gotten so fast. She could feel the beads of sweat forming on her forehead under her hair line. She was starting to sweat inside her clothes, too. A trickle of moisture was forming between her confined breasts and starting to run down her stomach, while she could feel another one was going down the small of her back. In fact, her clothes were becoming very confining to her. How odd, she thought. This suit had always been such a good fit before. If only she could get out of her office clothes and into something more comfortable, then she would feel much better.

Tamiko saw the effect her talk and the Mai Tais were having on the proud American bitch as she continued with her verbal seduction of the unsuspecting woman.

In hope of distracting herself from Tamiko's increasingly graphic descriptions, Carolyn looked around for any sign of Tiffany. Across the room, she saw that Tiffany had become quite drunk (the little fool) and had lost the top to her suit, her conical breasts now completely exposed. Fortunately, no one seemed to mind Tiffany's semi-nudity.

Carolyn found to her surprise that she herself wasn't really upset about it either, even when she saw that the other girls with Tiffany were even now in the process of joining the silly girl's exposed condition. In fact, she felt very relaxed about it, even a little intrigued. She never realized before just how sexy Tiffany truly was, and the other girls as well, as they paraded around in their childish semi-nudity. But, when children start taking their clothes off at a party, she knew that it was a bad sign. At least there were no guys here to cause trouble. With only the girls here, Carolyn knew that everyone was perfectly safe, including her. Still, it would soon be time for her to be leaving, before the kids things really got out of hand.

But to her surprise she did not want to go. Tamiko had placed her completely at ease. Carolyn had never felt this relaxed before, anywhere. It was wonderful. It was almost as if she were floating in the chair. She found the lilting voice with its faint musical accent very mellow, soothing, almost hypnotic. The words no longer seemed to matter, all that nasty talk about sex did not bother her at all any longer, although she felt warm, and, well, a bit anxious, but about what she could not say. She could listen to that wonderful voice flow through her mind for hours and hours.

But something in Tomiko's voice changed and Carolyn began to pay attention again. She thought she heard the young woman say, "Now, observe," and sit up in her chair. How interesting. She must be about to give me some sort of demonstration.

"The Sukmeuki Technique is especially favored in Japan. In it, the woman's nipples are delicately and rhythmically sucked on, like this." To Carolyn's mild discomfort, Tamiko then pursed her lips and began what looked like a slow, gentle sucking motion. Then to her horror, she felt her own nipples respond as if they were actually being used by this girl who was still seated across from her! Each time she saw Tamiko do a sucking motion with her lips and cheeks, she felt herself lean forward and her sensitive nipples extend in time with the girl's actions. Oh my God! she thought.

Now Carolyn felt very, very warm in her clothes. Everything seems to have shrunk, she thought. Even her underwear felt as if they were all wrong, though she knew everything fitted perfectly this morning. Her breasts felt as if her bra was a size too small, while her nipples had reached diamond hardness. She tried crossing her arms over her chest to provide some relief, but that just irritated her nipples even more. Her pantyhose had become quite uncomfortable, almost suffocating underneath her tailored slacks. The narrow elastic of her panties was also giving her trouble, cutting into her increasingly sensitive skin. She tried shifting her hips slightly from time to time, but it didn't help. Of greater trouble, because of her constant shifting, the lose fabric of the chair had worked itself up between her thighs and was now pressing on her most private of places. Now whenever she moved it just made things worse, for when she moved the fabric just pressed even tighter on her vulva. She could feel it very clearly, in spite of all her clothes, and it was becoming very uncomfortable for her. Yet she found it impossible to sit still. She kept crossing and recrossing her legs, trying without success to relieve the unusual pressure building in her vagina. What was happening to her, she wondered?

Tamiko stopped her demonstration and looked coolly at the condition of her latest victim. Soon, she thought happily. Soon. "There is an interesting variation to that last technique which I am sure will interest you," she said with a cold detachment. Carolyn Lord watched her hostess, with what she hoped was a look of only mild astonishment, as the girl suddenly pursed her lips into a small rose, and with her flattening cheeks, indicated a strong sucking action as she looked pointedly toward Carolyn's prominent left breast.

Oh, my God! thought Carolyn. Why is she looking so openly at my chest? Almost as if she were actually focusing her attention on my breasts this time. Was this to be another part of her embarrassing sex talk? Oh my, no! She can't seriously be showing what could possibly be another obscene act to me, could she?

She wondered heatedly how she could change the subject from Japanese arousal techniques (My God! Of all the things to talk about!) without offending her charming hostess, when she felt a faint tingling in her left breast. The feeling became more and more pronounced, especially at the tip, around her areola, nipple, and the surrounding breast flesh, and became increasingly disturbing to her. The peculiar sensation kept growing until it soon became quite vibrant. Carolyn was stunned. It was different then the first sensation she had felt. Now it was almost as if someone were actually suckling the entire rapidly hardening tip of her left breast!

Tamiko bared her teeth slightly and gently shook her head. A wide-eyed Carolyn was sure she felt her breast shimmy slightly in response in its cup, as if it were being held in the student's teeth! A sudden bizarre tingling sensation in her crotch caused her to press her thighs together.

Carolyn looked about her wildly, but there was no one even close to where she and Tamiko were sitting. She quickly folded her arms protectively over her chest, but the now-rhythmic pull on her diamond-hard nipple and swelling breast continued. The girl shook her head once again and an amazed Carolyn could feel her breast shake even more than before. How was this possible?

Worse, whenever Tamiko's tongue flicked in a slow, deliberate manner over her pursed lips, Carolyn could feel her nipple and surrounding flesh being bathed in warm liquid. At those times her eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly at the exquisite sensation. She could only sit dumbfounded as her body continued to inexplicably react to the strange actions of the young oriental girl seated across from her.

Carolyn knew that it just couldn't be happening. There must be some rational explanation, there must be! She was sitting fully dressed in a room full of other women (children, really), attending a party. Yet, the way her body was reacting, she might as well have been naked and alone with Tamiko in some bedroom. Carolyn shivered at the thought, although she couldn't understand why such an outrageous idea could affect her in such a way.

As suddenly as they started, the incredible sensations coming from her left breast ceased. Carolyn sighed with relief. At last it is over! She lowered her arms from her chest and took a very long drink from her cool and comforting Mai Tai. That drink is so good it's almost sinful, she thought gratefully.

She looked up and saw with dismay that Tamiko was now looking at her right breast.

"Oh, no", Carolyn whispered. "Not again." Tamiko again pursed her lips and the now-familiar sucking sensation soon engulfed the entire tip of Carolyn's right breast.

After seemingly ages of continuous torment of her right nipple, Tamiko started alternately to look from breast to breast. Carolyn's entire chest now felt as if it was constantly being sucked and licked.

Her whole body was starting to respond to this weird, almost supernatural stimulation. Sweat was breaking out ever more freely along her hair line and along her upper lip. Her mouth felt very dry and she was continuously having to lick her equally dry lips with her tongue, even at the risk of spoiling her carefully applied lipstick.

Carolyn grew to anticipate the stimulation, and she was soon unconsciously rocking back and forth in her chair in time with Tamiko's movements.

Watching the proud woman's movements, Tamiko suddenly stopped her demonstration, but if Carolyn noticed she gave no sign. She continued to lean forward and back as the memory of her tingling breasts remained with her.

Tamiko wondered at the incredible sensuality this cold woman must have buried deep within her. Her remote-stimulus technique rarely had had such an effect on a victim. She couldn't wait to try it on a much more personal area of the proud woman's body- her cunt!

"Carolyn, my dear, are you all right?" she asked, placing her right hand on Carolyn's left knee.

At the unaccustomed touch, Carolyn snapped back from her dream-like state. She realized ruefully that Tamiko had been talking to her all along and all she could think about like some slut was the strange feelings she had been getting in her breasts. My God, I must be losing my mind, she thought.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"That technique I just showed you is easily adapted to other areas of the body. For example, an especially effective location has always been the lower area of the..."

A startling crash sounded from across the room, followed by a loud drunken "Oops!" from Tiffany. Tamiko turned with an uncharacteristic look of annoyance toward the sound.

Carolyn used the moment to try and rise unsteadily to her feet. She had a sick feeling of what Tamiko was going to show her next and the very idea disgusted her completely. She had been polite to this demure Oriental sex maniac long enough.

Now it was time for her to go!

As she began to make her good-byes to Tamiko, she stood up, only to quickly sit back down again.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "What happened? My head feels like it's floating."

"You stood up too fast, silly," Tamiko said as she left her chair to kneel in front of the dazed Carolyn's feet. "You must be more careful. Here, let me help you."

Tamiko placed an arm around Carolyn's waist and helped the shaken woman to slowly stand.

"Now, isn't that better?"

"Yes, thank you. Still a little shaky, though."

"Well, it has gotten very warm in here. That's probably what you are feeling. You'll be fine when you get outside."

"Yes, you're right. But, I really need to use your bathroom before I go."

"Yes, of course. Please come this way."

Tamiko led Carolyn back through the living room past the partiers, to the door of the guest bathroom located at the entrance hall. As they were walking, Carolyn could notice a distinct squishy feeling between her legs. Oh my, she thought. I must have to go even worse that I thought.

"Here you go. Oh, by the way. We are just about to start Tiffany's initiation. I know it doesn't seem like it, but it truly is a very important occasion and I would be honored if you would stay for it. It shouldn't last more than 20 minutes. We'll begin just as soon as you are done here. OK?"

At the moment, Carolyn could only think of her bursting bladder. She had long ago lost track on the countless Mai Tai's she had consumed. She would agree to anything to be able to use the toilet. Besides, she had appreciated the time Tamiko had spent with her and wanted to do something in return for the young woman.

"OK, Tamiko. And thank you very much for inviting me."

Carolyn then dashed gratefully into the small bathroom and quickly shut the door, just in case Tamiko had something else she wanted to tell her!

Part II

Once the door to the restroom was safely closed, Carolyn wasted no time in trying to set the lock, but to her surprise the door had none. Damn it! She knew that she was in no condition to find another bathroom, so she just had to hope for the best as she started to rapidly unbutton her suit jacket.

She slipped her jacket off and hung it carefully on a hanger located behind the bathroom door. When she turned for the toilet she got a good look at her self in the mirror over the sink.

"Oh my God. I'm a mess." Her once crisp blouse was now soaked with sweat, and her hair was practically plastered to her head with the stuff. Hopping about the tiny room in her anxiety, she quickly pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her slacks and started to unbutton that as well. Her fingers fairly flew over the front of her blouse and it soon joined her jacket on another hanger on the door.

In the mirror she saw that her upper body was absolutely dripping with sweat (what the hell was the matter with her tonight?) and realized that there was nothing for it but that the bra had to come off too. Reaching behind her, she unfastened the retaining strap and just let the bra slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor.

"Oh, to hell with it", she muttered as she slipped off her shoes, unfastened her belt and slacks, and pushed her slacks hastily to the floor. She quickly grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose and pulled both them and her panties completely off. Almost frantic now, she kicked the pile of clothes at her feet into a corner and flew to the toilet. Scrabbling at the lid, she managed to lift it and plop her hips down on the seat in one fluid motion. And not a split second too soon, either!

"Aaahhh," Carolyn sighed as a torrent of urine pored from her bladder into the bowl. When she was finally finished, she went to wipe herself, and discovered to her surprise that her pubic area was sopping wet with vaginal secretions.

As she carefully cleaned herself, she gave the room a quick look. She saw that it was a very small guest restroom with space for one or at most two people. There was just a commode, a sink, a full length counter top, and some cabinets and drawers beneath it.

She reached down for the tangle of clothes she had left on the floor and was surprised to find that the crotchband on her panties was actually soaked through by vaginal fluids! Now what was she suppose to do? She couldn't wear them like that. She certainly couldn't put them in her purse, that was still in the living room somewhere. The idea of keeping her soiled underwear in one of her suit jacket pockets didn't make her very happy, either. She looked in the cabinet under the sink and found a small portable hair dryer. So, she would soak the panties in the sink while she cleaned herself, and then quickly dry them with the hair dryer.

Carolyn washed her hands, then filled the sink with warm water. She took a wash cloth and placed it in the sink for a moment, then rung out most of the water from it. She placed her panties in next, trying to rub out any of her embarrassing juices from the material before leaving it in the sink to soak.

She then used the damp wash cloth and, starting on her face, tried to quickly wipe as much of the sweat off of her body as she could under the circumstances. Looking at herself in the mirror, she supposed that she must present quite a sight, being completely naked in this small, public room. She thought of wrapping herself in a bath towel, but the room only contained hand towels and wash cloths. So, naked she was and, until she finished, naked she would remain. Well, it would just be for a few minutes, anyway, she thought.

"Please, God, let no one come in," she prayed reverently as she quickly continued her ablutions.

After she cleaned herself to her satisfaction of sweat and her other more private secretions, she used the hair dryer on her blouse and bra, so that at least they wouldn't be damp any more. She finally pulled the plug in the sink, and squeezed as much water out of her panties as possible. She was really hurrying now. She knew that someone could come bursting into the room at any moment to use the facilities and that she had not a second to loose.

Impatient to be completed, Carolyn placed the dryer on its highest setting. She dried her light-weight panties quickly, playing the hair dryer's nozzle especially over her crotchband, in order to be sure she wouldn't have that terrible squishy feeling between her legs for the remainder of the evening.

Without waiting to turn the dryer off, she placed it on the counter and swiftly stepped into her panties. Finally, she thought, I can get dressed again as she pulled them up her shapely legs. It was too late that she realized that the elastic was much warmer then she was used to, and what that might mean for the rest the material.

The effect of the very hot crotchband on Carolyn's already stimulated body was electric!

"POOCH!" she gasped, when the super-heated material came into contact with her surprisingly sensitive vulva. Carolyn was staggered by the sensation. She quickly bent over, her breasts dangling freely under her as she placed her hands between her tightly pressed thighs, palms together, pushing upwards to try and relieve the incredible sensations radiating from her poor vagina.

Behind her, over the blasting of the hair dryer, she heard a fast knock and then the bathroom door opened. Oh, no! she thought. Not now! Carolyn was unable to move or even speak until the storm of sensation she accidentally unleashed within her finally quieted down some. For the moment, she was helpless.

Whoever was behind her didn't say a word. The person just stood there.

"Oh, my poor dear. What on Earth is wrong?" she finally heard Tamiko say. To Carolyn's relief she heard the door quickly closed, but then she felt Tamiko's hand on the center of her back. Remembering her undressed state, she covered her dangling breasts with her crossed arms, but she found she still couldn't straighten up or speak. The feelings coming from her panty-heated vagina were still too intense.

After drinking in the sight of Carolyn Lord's drum-tight panties stretched over the most perfect set of buttocks she had ever seen, Tamiko reached across the bent-over woman and picked up the still roaring hair dryer. She knew exactly what had happened to her because she (and the others) had been watching the woman through a special two-way mirror ever since she came into the room.

"Carolyn," she called, "Why is this dryer on? Was your hair wet?"

Carolyn was terribly distressed. Not only had she been caught in this ridiculous circumstance, she had been found out using her hostess's hair dryer on her underwear!

She could feel her breath coming back and in just a moment she would try to...OH MY GOD!

Tamiko had pointed the dryer's nozzle at the strip of Carolyn's panties running between her thighs!

Carolyn reflexively jerked forward at the first shocking blast of hot air on the backs of her thighs, and had to use her hands to keep from falling forward. She ended up completely bent over the commode, her arms wrapped around the piping located beneath the toilet's tank, her head and shoulders wedged into the narrow space between the commode, its tank, and the counter. Her breasts lay exposed and pressed tightly against the cool toilet seat. Her panty-covered buttocks were high in the air over the toilet behind her, with her legs spread out as far as possible because the toilet bowl was now between them. She tried to immediately back out but found that the stream of hot air kept driving her forward. Soon, she was wedged in tight. She couldn't get out! She was now trapped in front of a strange woman with her behind high in the air wearing only her panties!

It couldn't get any worse.

"Help! I'm stuck! Get me out of here!" wailed Carolyn. Then, she felt another blast of hot air upon her crotch! Tamiko must still be holding the dryer and Carolyn was right in the way. She tried desperately to escape this inadvertent manipulation of her privates, but she couldn't. No matter how frantically she moved and jerked her hips, it was as if her burning crotch was always right in front of the relentless dryer.

"The switch must be stuck from being too long at the high setting. It does that sometimes. It will take me a moment to fix it," Tamiko shouted over the roar of the dryer.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to leave it on! Turn it off!! Hurry, please!" Carolyn pleaded. "It's driving me crazy!!!"

"Please be patient. There will be a fire if I can't turn this dryer off. You shouldn't have left it on High."

Tamiko played the super-heated air over Carolyn's vulnerable crotch without mercy, being careful only not to burn her helpless victim. She directed the heat continuously over the crotchband of the woman's now very warm panties, moving deliberately from front to back, waistband to waistband. After a few moments, she noticed that the continuous application of heat was having its affect. The crotchband on Carolyn's panties was now quite wet with her vaginal secretions. Also, the heat had the added affect of expanding the panties' thin bands of elastic. The loosening elastic, coupled with Carolyn's constant gyrations in trying to escape the heat, meant that the woman's panties were now slowly working their way down her hips and buttocks.

Great idea, Tamiko thought, as she started to pull on the loosened material. Slowly the loosened panties slipped over the smooth flesh, revealing more and more of Carolyn's quivering asscheeks. Downward they went, until they were finally caught mid-way on Carolyn's wide-splayed upper thighs.

Tamiko now played the heat directly on Carolyn's puckered asshole and dripping cunt.

It took Carolyn a moment in her frantic attempts to escape to sense that something was different. She finally realized that her last bit of protective clothing was now caught on her thighs. She was now not only trapped but also completely naked in front of another woman, with her most private places throbbing like crazy and on full display.

"On, no! It just isn't fair." she wailed and started to cry. The sensations radiating from her belly quickly sapped her strength. She quit trying to escape and just stayed still, sobbing quietly in her humiliation as her vaginal fluids began to run down her inner thighs. Her sobs soon changed to unconscious moans as her being was consumed by the strange effects the heat was having upon her.

While still carefully apply the deadly heat, Tamiko reached into a drawer and pulled out a long, thin yet powerful vibrator. Teasing the tip over Carolyn's vulnerable pussy lips, she worked it up and down the slit. Getting no reaction, she pressed the tip into the tight but well-lubricated passage. Slowly she pushed it in further and further. She stopped her penetration of Carolyn's defenseless vagina when the vibrator was in half way. She then gently moved it in and out as she continued to play the still roaring hair drier with her other handover Carolyn's exposed crotch.

Carolyn's vulva was on fire. She was dimly aware that something was going on behind her, but in her dazed, befuddled mind she thought that it was only effects of that terrible heat. The blood was rushing to her head and she felt herself on the verge of passing out. Then, she heard a distinct "click" and her vagina exploded!

"AAAHHHH!" Carolyn screamed, as Tamiko pushed the now activated vibrator deep into her steaming crotch. Her hips flailed about in their attempt to escape this new torment, but with no success. Tamiko skillfully kept working the vibrator deep into Carolyn's vulnerable pussy, yet always being careful to keep her from the climax her body so desperately needed. Finally, her shattered mind no longer able to handle the overwhelming foreign sensations coming from her vagina, Carolyn fainted.

Tamiko turned off the vibrator, but left it embedded deep in Carolyn's still dripping cunt. She then turned off the roaring hair dryer and returned it to the cabinet. After dropping a few hand towels on the floor next to the commode, she motioned to the two-way mirror.

The other girls (except for Amber, who was keeping Tiffany busy in the kitchen) crowded around the open doorway, drinking in the sight of the naked and helpless Carolyn, still stuck behind the commode with her ass high in the air behind her. Samantha squeezed into the tiny room and helped Tamiko lift the unconscious Carolyn. When they had her more or less upright, Tamiko reverently pulled down on the woman's panties and with a damp "plop" they fell to Carolyn's feet! They then laid her on the floor beside the commode over the spread towels. When they left, Tamiko gently removed the vibrator from Carolyn's sopping cunt, carefully washed it, and returned it to the drawer. She added the unconscious woman's panties to the pile of Carolyn's clothing on the floor.

She turned to the unconscious woman on the floor before her, drinking in the wonderful sight of a very naked and helpless Carolyn Lord. For Tamiko, this was the stuff that dreams were made of. With a faint sigh, she covered Carolyn's lush, firm body with the last of the hand towels and settled on the closed commode to wait for the woman's return to consciousness.

She looked wistfully at her beautiful victim. You think that was something, you stuck up American bitch, Tamiko mused. You haven't seen anything yet. I'm just getting warmed up. She began working on the changes required for tonight's work caused by this unexpected but very welcome episode. It turned out there were hardly any changes needed at all.

The first thing that Carolyn became aware of was that she was lying on her back in a room that was spinning like crazy. She had never felt like this before and wasn't really sure what to do about it. She hadn't eaten yet, so perhaps her blood sugar was low. Nor was that all. She knew that something wasn't right, but couldn't decide what it could be. If only the room would stop this weird spinning, she was sure she could make sense of it.

While she waited for the room to stop, she slowly realized that she was delightfully cool and relaxed. She vaguely remembered being very hot and uncomfortable and even tense about something earlier, but now she felt quite pleasant (except for the spinning, of course). Her clothes didn't feel tight at all now. She was content just to lie there and wait for everything to settle down. Still, there was something about her clothes...

"Oh my God!" she croaked. That's what was wrong. She was naked!

Her eyes snapped open and she found herself lying on the floor of a very small bathroom. She looked down and saw that she was (barely) covered with a long hand towel. A young oriental girl was seated on the closed commode next to her, with a look of concern on her face.

"Are you all right?" the girl asked kindly. "You had us worried there for a moment."

"Tamiko!" Carolyn cried, when she finally remembered where she was. "What happened?"

She tried to quickly sit up but her head thought otherwise and she soon laid back down again, heedless that her towel had fallen away and her breasts were now uncovered to the gaze of the delighted Tamiko.

"Oooohh, my poor head," Carolyn moaned.

"Here, let me help you," Tamiko said as she assisted the shaky Carolyn to sit up and lean back against the bathroom wall.

Carolyn saw that her chest was now exposed in front of another woman and quickly scrambled with the towel to keep herself properly covered.

Carolyn didn't protest when Tamiko sat alongside her on the crowded floor and placed an arm around her smooth shoulders and held the dazed woman close to her.

"Just remember to take it easy. You've had a bad fall."

Even in her almost naked condition, Carolyn knew she desperately needed someone to care for her right now. She needed someone very badly.

It all became too much for her and, for the first time since she was ten, she began to cry.

"What happened to me?" she sobbed. "I don't understand."

She leaned over the woman, and helped her to stand. Tamiko managed to get the sobbing woman to her feet where she clung with desperation to the Japanese teenager, her protective towel now lying forgotten on the floor at her feet.

Carolyn's beautiful lush body pressed tightly against Tamiko's thin silk robe. Tamiko put a comforting arm around the nude Carolyn's waist, and was careful to press herself fully against her whenever the opportunity presented itself. Tamiko knew that this was almost more then she could endure. But, she realized that Carolyn's night of surprises was just beginning, and they all still had a long way to go before the delightful end.

"What happened?" Carolyn gasped, trying to get her emotions under control.

"You fell and hit your head. Don't you feel dizzy?"

"Yes."

"Well then."

"But why are my clothes all over the room?"

"Because you must have taken them off when you came in here to use the facilities. You were saying earlier something about being very warm. Perhaps you were just trying to cool off. Don't you remember?"

"But why would I take them all off?"

"Listen, my precious one. When I came in to see what was taking you so long, you were lying there on the floor as you are now, with the hair dryer on high. I was the one who covered you with a towel. Outside of that, I have no idea what you were doing in here."

"What...What happened?" Carolyn cried.

"I think you fainted, so I come in. Are you all right?"

Carolyn was exhausted, her mind overwhelmed and unable to function. Headless of her nudity, she could only cling sobbing to her rescuer. It was Tamiko who had gotten her free of her totally degrading situation. She could never repay her enough for that!

"Thank you," she sniffed, trying to regain control of herself. "I don't know how I..."

The proud Carolyn dissolved into tears again. She held the delighted Tamiko tightly, not noticing the Japanese girl's small hands moving lovingly over her firm, exposed buttocks.

"Come on now. It's all right. You're fine. No harm's been done," said Tamiko as she soothed the distressed Carolyn, now freely caressing the woman's bare back.

When Carolyn's sobs finally stopped, a grinning Tamiko handed her a box of tissues. "Here, you will be needing these, I think."

Seeing the young woman's smile made Carolyn realize the ridiculousness of the situation. Here she was naked in a small bathroom. How stupid it all was! She was very grateful to this young woman for being so helpful and understanding of her. She hardly ever found anyone like that.

"Thank you, Tamiko," she said, as she smiled back at her new friend and accepted the box. "I believe that you're right." She blew her nose and used another tissue to clean up her face.

"That's the spirit. Now, sit here and we'll get you cleaned up."

Carolyn obediently sat on the closed lid of the toilet seat and patiently waited while Tamiko used a damp wash cloth on her face to clean off the effects of Carolyn's crying. It was while she was sitting there that Carolyn realized that she was still naked.. She looked about for her clothes but when she bent down for her panties, Tamiko told her to sit still.

"We'll take care of that later." she said. "Don't worry about it."

"But..."

"Now, sit!"

So Carolyn sat there primly in the nude on the toilet seat, with her hands in her lap, as Tamiko plied her with a wash cloth. Although worried at first when she saw that Tamiko was using very hot water on the cloth, Carolyn found the effect to be surprisingly refreshing.

"I usually put damp towels in the microwave when I have company over for dinner. It is a very old Japanese custom and is a great way to start a meal," Tamiko explained as she began to wash Carolyn's upper chest.

"Would you care to do that sometime? Come over for dinner, I mean?" Tamiko asked as she gazed in rapture between the firm high-set breasts to the downy vee nestled between Carolyn's partially opened thighs.

Carolyn was touched at this sincere gesture of the woman's friendship. She was beginning to like Tamiko more and more.

"Why, yes. I'd love to. Anytime."

"Don't be so eager," laughed Tamiko, as she started washing Carolyn's upper breasts. "You haven't tasted my cooking yet!"

"Oh, stop. I'm sure that it'll be wonderful."

As they made plans for their evening to come, Tamiko carefully used the wash cloth to wipe over and under each of Carolyn's firm breasts.

During this pleasant conversation, Carolyn thought nothing of Tamiko washing her breasts. It was so pleasing, being cared for like this. Tamiko had a very gentle and caring touch and, in spite of the situation, Carolyn found herself relaxing to the touch of this accomplished young woman. When she finally realized what was actually happening, Tamiko already finished her chest and had moved around to clean her back.

"Oh, forgot something. Be right back."

Before the startled Carolyn could say anything, Tamiko dropped the wash cloth into Carolyn's lap, reached down for the startled Carolyn's soiled panties, and, taking her pantyhose as well, left the room.

Poking her head back around the door, Tamiko smiled and said pleasantly, "Now, don't go away!" before she vanished again behind the closed door.

Carolyn actually found she could laugh at that. Already feeling better, she picked up Tamiko's discarded wash cloth and continued the job of cleaning herself. She avoided her sensitive breasts. She was amused to note her new good friend Tamiko had accidentally induced her highly sensitive nipples to an erect state of diamond hardness and caused her to become a little breathless in the process. Carolyn methodically worked down her flat stomach to her pelvis. She quickly washed off her leaking fluids, thankful that Tamiko hadn't noticed such shameful activity on her part. She couldn't understand what was causing her to be so wet tonight. She could see that her labia lips were red, swollen and unbelievably sensitive. She could barely touch that area with the cloth without causing her heart to race. She hadn't realized until now just how affected she had been by that damned hair dryer. When she used the wash cloth on her behind, she found that that heat had started her leaking back there as well. Oh my God! she thought, and quickly used damp toilet paper to clean off the offensive secretions coming from her anus.

Carolyn had worked her way down to her knees when Tamiko returned. Carolyn was delighted to find the young woman carrying a tray with two glasses full of ice and a picture of Mai Tai. She suddenly realized that she had become very thirsty at that! Carolyn was also relieved although quite embarrassed to see her panties neatly folded on the tray. She noted with some dismay that she didn't see her pantyhose anywhere.

"OK, now let's get you dressed."

Carolyn was surprised to notice that the inside of her panties was covered with a very fine powder.

"I sprinkled some baby powder that I use on mine when I cleaned them," Tamiko explained when she saw Carolyn's look of consternation. "It helps to keep down the moisture."

At the reminder of how so uncontrolled her body had been acting this evening, Carolyn blushed deeply and turned her head away with embarrassment. It was so bad that even her new friend Tamiko had noticed. She was so ashamed at this further public humiliation that she didn't even notice when Tamiko began helping her get into her panties. At Tamiko's gentle urging, Carolyn stepped into them without thinking and let Tamiko pull them slowly up her sculptured legs and over her flaring hips.

"Oh!" she gasped involuntarily, as she felt Tamiko pull them up much more snugly than Carolyn preferred. She looked down and was shocked to realize that Tamiko was in the process of getting her dressed! She could sense the woman's hands on her behind as she carefully smoothed out the material (what else could she be doing back there?). The panties had been dragged so high that she could feel the lower half of her buttocks were exposed. The panty material had sunk deep into the crevasse of her behind. Even the crotchband was pressed tightly against her poor abused pubic area, but the powder Tamiko had used felt soothing to her now highly tender nether regions. In any event, she was still feeling far too embarrassed to draw attention to herself even more by saying anything, let alone attempting to adjust them herself while someone was in the room with her. To top it off, she noticed that her modest panties were fitting much looser around the waist then they had when she put them on this morning. She decided that the elastic must be giving out. Damn! And a brand new pair, too.

Yet, despite her resolve to let Tamiko help her, when she saw Tamiko with her bra she covered her breasts. This had gone far enough, she thought. She felt perfectly able to dress herself, thank you, and in private, please. But, seeing the expectant and helpful look on Tamiko's face, she resolved that she would do anything not to hurt her new friend again. Besides, new friend or not, she was exhausted, light headed, and desperately needed to get to her bed. The sooner she was dressed, the sooner she could leave.

"Let me do that, please," Carolyn hesitantly asked, as she let Tamiko lower her arms to her sides.

But Tamiko insisted on doing it herself. Carolyn wished the girl would let her do it, because she was obviously having trouble with the bra. She first tried it from Carolyn's front, then went behind the woman and, pressing her body tightly against Carolyn's, tried it with her arms coming around her. Either way, for some reason Carolyn couldn't understand the bra wouldn't fit correctly. Worse, her highly sensitive nipples kept getting in the way of Tamiko's hands. She jumped every time Tamiko inadvertently touched them, and she was jumping so much that Tamiko had to ask her if there was anything wrong.

"Oh, no. Everything's fine," Carolyn gasped, as the back of Tamiko's hand once again grazed her right nipple. They were becoming extremely erect and developing the consistency of diamonds. With a sigh of relief, Carolyn finally felt her breasts snug in their cups and the strap firmly fastened behind her (Tamiko only fastened one of three hooks).

Next came the blouse, slacks, belt (Tamiko left it very loose), scarf, and finally her jacket.

As she stepped into her shoes, Carolyn looked at herself carefully in the mirror. She looked just as crisp and capable as always. It was, she felt, the appearance of someone who is always in control. Thankfully, no one could tell by looking at her that anything so outrageous happened to her while she was in here. Looking at herself, she herself was finding it hard to believe that anything occurred at all. Only a faint but surprisingly persistent tingling in her crotch was the only sign that something actually happened. That, and her misplaced pantyhose; but, no one will ever know about that she knew.

"Thank you for your hospitality and for your...help. But I really must be going. I don't feel very well," Carolyn confessed.

"But you simply can't leave now. I would worry about you the rest of the night. I couldn't stand not knowing whether you got home safely or not. Let me take you."

In her dazed state, Carolyn wondered if Tamiko might not be right. Perhaps she did need someone to be with her on the drive home. Too much had occurred to her this evening that she couldn't even begin to comprehend. She needed some quiet time at her apartment to understand what happened to her, and especially try to comprehend why her normally very obedient body was so out of control tonight.

"Besides, you did promise me that you would stay. Remember?"

Oh, damn, Carolyn thought bitterly. Of all the times to obligate herself, she had to pick tonight. Well, this was one of those times when the only option was just to make the best of it.

"Yes, I remember. Of course I'll stay" Carolyn found herself looking deeply into the surprisingly beautiful black, almond eyes of the girl. "And thank you again, for caring."

"It's what friends are for, you know."

"Yes. That's very true. So, how soon after the ceremony can we leave?" Carolyn asked, still desperately anxious to be on her way home.

"Not until Tiffany has been completely initiated. Shouldn't be long. See you in the living room," Tamiko said over her shoulder as she quickly left Carolyn.

So, in spite of everything that had happened to her, she was still going to be here for the initiation ceremony. She couldn't believe it. Her head was swimming, she felt very tired, and yet her body had never been more alive. It was positively tingling with sensations.

Well, if Tamiko wanted her to stay then so be it. It was the least the she could do for all of Tamiko's kindness towards her. Besides, the way Tamiko has been describing it, it should prove of cultural interest if nothing else.

Part III

When Carolyn returned to the living room, she felt greatly refreshed, although still a little dazed from the things that had happened to her already this evening. It's amazing what some cold water, an empty bladder, and a few Mai Tais will do for a person, she thought. Strange though, even after being fully dressed again, she found that her vagina still felt squishy to her. She could only hope that she would not embarrass herself before she could thankfully leave for her own apartment.

In the time that she had been gone, some changes had taken place.

The lights were all off, except for some candles and smoking sticks of incense placed in a circle around one of the couches. On the backless couch was Tiffany, lying full-length on her back, with Tamiko standing alongside her. Tiffany's bikini bottoms had joined her top on the floor, leaving the golden teenager completely naked. Tamiko looked like she was massaging the teenager's curved thighs. Carolyn remembered Tamiko saying that a lot of what was going to happen here tonight was based on various Japanese customs, some of which could be traced to the national Japanese religion of Shinto. Tamiko had told her that nudity sometimes played a great part in these rituals, and here it was already.

Carolyn Lord loved religious ceremonies and she was suitably impressed as she watched Tamiko, still in her robe, move her small hands up and down Tiffany's closed thighs. Whatever Tamiko was doing, Carolyn saw that Tiffany was really enjoying it, which wasn't really a suitable response to a formal ceremony like this, thought Carolyn. Hopefully the girl will eventually get caught up in the religious fervor of the thing.

Tamiko repositioned Tiffany's legs, so that the teenager's naked vagina was now plainly exposed. The bullet-shaped nipples on Tiffany's exposed breasts stood taut. In the candle light, Tiffany's suntanned flesh fairly gleamed in the darkness. She could see the fixed gazes of the other girls watching Tiffany, and knew that they too had been affected by the ceremony. Carolyn could feel herself becoming fascinated by what her new friend Tamiko was doing to the pliant Tiffany and she unconsciously moved closer to the inner circle for a better view.

Her own repressed and highly controlled life had never prepared her for what was now taking place in front of her. She shuddered in sympathy as she watched Tamiko lean over Tiffany's waist. She wasn't sure why the Japanese girl was so interested in Tiffany's pubic area, but whatever it was it definitely had Tiffany squirming like crazy. Carolyn remembered her own annual physicals and got chills just thinking about it.

Tamiko them abruptly stood up.

"She is ready," she intoned to the room, as she stepped out of the circle and disappeared into the darkness.

Maria, Tiffany's friend from work and now quite naked, then replaced the departing Tamiko. She sat on the couch right between Tiffany's parted legs. Two other girls, a nude Amber and Kathy, positioned themselves kneeling on either side of the golden Tiffany's shoulders.

It was obvious to Carolyn that the true ceremony was about to begin!

She watched as Maria bent between Tiffany's upper thighs and placed her face directly over Tiffany's exposed pubic area. The girls on either side of Tiffany knelt beside her. Each placed her mouth on one of the teenager's pert breasts and began to nibble and suck on the highly erect nipples. Carolyn wasn't sure but she thought she saw through the darkness Tiffany's eyes cross in response to this part of the ceremony regarding her firm young body.

Carolyn could not tear her eyes from the scene before her. What was going on here? she wondered. This was just supposed to some sort of religious initiation for Tiffany. She had heard stories from her cousins who had gone to college about some of the terrible things they had to do for acceptance into their sororities. Complete physicals, that sort of thing, and given not by doctors either, but by the sorority members themselves. It must be the same here, she thought. Now she had to watch this in person. Oh my God! Well, this was what Tiffany wanted, and now there she was, laying on her back completely naked and being examined by a...a another woman! A naked woman at that! Two other women were now washing her off with their tongues, for God's sake! And why are they concentrating on her breasts like that? How dirty could they get? Her own breasts tingled in response to the sight, her nipples becoming very erect in their confining bra cups as she guiltily remembered her own weird experience with Tamiko. Her heart beat was increasing and the room felt increasingly stuffy. Carolyn crossed her arms over her chest to try and quiet her breasts down.

My God! She was reacting to a physical exam being given to another person! What was wrong with me? she wondered.

She stole another look in the darkness and could see the faces of the other girls reflected in the dim candle light. They still looked fascinated at the sight. She could tell! Well, they must really take their physical fitness seriously here.

Actually, the other women in the room were really watching something else. It was what they had in fact been secretly watching all evening. It was the cool, beautiful Carolyn! They remembered how she had reacted to the bathing suits, the Mai Tais, and finally Tamiko's sex talk. They remembered how quickly Carolyn's body responded to Tamiko's actions in the guest restroom. They observed her very carefully now. They saw Carolyn's flushed face. They noted how she kept staring at Tiffany's exposed pussy. They observed with pleasure the rapid rise and fall of Carolyn's full chest, underneath the well-tailored suit jacket. The normally very cool and collected Carolyn was not looking so very cool and collected at all! There was a chance at Carolyn after all, and their eyes met with knowing looks. It was why they agreed to do this in the first place. Girls like Tiffany were true gold to this group of lesbians, but a Carolyn only came along once or twice in a lifetime. In fact, they let Tiffany join the group and come this night if only she could bring the unaware Carolyn with her. It was her price of admission.

And so, here she was. A chance at the prime cherry, the ultimate conquest. The group couldn't believe their luck!

Three lesbians moved to unobtrusively surround the unsuspecting 30-year old woman. Tamiko, nude and unobserved, was standing directly behind her, with Samantha to the left and Fawn to the right of her, still wearing their brief bikinis.

Carolyn was so mesmerized by Tiffany's medical inspection that she first noticed Samantha and Fawn only when Fawn put an arm around her waist. Carolyn jerked at the innocent contact but was too intent on what was happening to Tiffany to say anything. She did not like it when anyone got too physical with her.

"Do you find it exciting, Carolyn?" Fawn whispered. The presence of the two semi-nude girls (they were now both topless) in such close proximity to her was making her very uneasy.

"It's just a physical for a ceremony," Carolyn replied primly.

Carolyn jumped as each girl took hold of one of her arms. They gently but firmly pulled them down from Carolyn's chest and placed them around each girl's naked waist.

"What...are you doing? the surprised woman asked, her hands now full of surprisingly warm, firm flesh.

"We just want a close look at your suit. It looks lovely. Nice material, and it fits so well."

The girls ran their hands over the increasingly nervous Carolyn's sides and back, tugging the jacket this way and that, as if they were tailors testing the fit. She became specially nervous when they started checking the buttons on the front of her double-breasted jacket.

Carolyn could feel her face becoming flush as the girl's hands lingered at the buttons which were directly over her breasts.

"Are you hot? It's awfully warm in here. Are you hot, Carolyn?" Fawn whispered in the woman's ear as Samantha deliberately unbuttoned the top button of Carolyn's jacket.

"What?" the flustered woman whispered back, not sure that she had heard correctly.

"I said, are you hot...?"

Carolyn, distracted because Samantha's arm was inadvertently resting on her left breast, looked at Fawn but said nothing as Samantha opened the remaining buttons and pulled the jacket front apart. Carolyn became even more flushed.

"There, that better, isn't it?" cooed the seductive Fawn.

"Y...yes," gasped Carolyn, her mouth suddenly very dry.

"Can you see everything? Can you see how beautiful Tiffany is when she is naked? You like Tiffany when she is naked, don't you, Carolyn?"

This time Carolyn nodded her head in a sudden jerk. Astonished at herself, she realized that she did like to see Tiffany like that. What was wrong with her tonight? She had never felt that way before about anyone.

"Do you see her pussy being licked?" Fawn whispered seductively, brushing Carolyn's hair behind her ear, to give her more direct access. She was leaning even closer to Carolyn's ear than before, deliberately pressing her own lush body up against Carolyn's.

"Oh, my!" Carolyn was stunned. What kind of examination was this, anyway?

"Why is she doing that?" she whispered, still shocked.

"Good test of the reflexes and general state of the central nervous system," murmured Fawn. "Haven't you ever been checked there?"

Deeply embarrassed, the transfixed woman could at first only shake her head.

"Never like that," she finally was able to whisper huskily.

Fawn released her hold from around Carolyn's waist while Samantha pulled Carolyn's jacket off her shoulders and down her arms. At the same time, Tamiko reached around from behind, undid the woman's thin belt, and pulled it free of her well-tailored slacks.

Fawn and Samantha noted with glee that, even in the candle-lit darkness, Carolyn's erect nipples were clearly visible through the woman's thin blouse and bra.

Samantha left to place the carefully folded jacket and belt on a chair in Tamiko's bedroom, and then returned to Carolyn's side. Now both Samantha and Fawn had their arms around the woman's narrow waist. Their hands gradually started moving on Carolyn's torso, especially feeling around the area where Carolyn's blouse was neatly tucked into the waistband of her slacks.

"Stop that," Carolyn said in a distracted way.

"Stop what?"

"You know. Don't be childish."

"Carolyn, really! I don't know what you are talking about?" Fawn said softly in wide-eyed innocence as she and Samantha continued to play on Carolyn's trim torso.

Meanwhile, as Fawn and Sam continued to mind-fuck Carolyn, Tamiko was kneeling behind the flustered Greek girl. Tamiko could only marvel at the evident quality of the woman now standing before her. Even from behind in the candle-lit darkness, her beauty was obvious, and so was her pride. She would be a worthy adversary for her.

Tamiko had spent the evening learning all she could about Miss Lord, and she had found out a great deal of information, much more than even Carolyn realized. The priceless opportunity of dildoing the helpless Carolyn Lord from behind, even before the main event had even started, was something that Tamiko will be thanking the gods for in years to come. Now Tamiko knew exactly what Carolyn was wearing under her suit, especially the aphrodisiac she had the opportunity to place in the crotchband of the woman's panties. She knew that, after some bad Greek-male fumbling as a teenager, and some later groping attempts of her at work, Carolyn Lord had given up any idea of social interaction, including serious dating. Over time, she had become so protective of her womanhood that no one could get close enough to make even a worthwhile attempt. She was 30 years old and (until very recently!) had never really had a sexual experience, simply because she had never been with anyone who knew how to reach her as a woman. Until now.

The Japanese composed herself, as any warrior would before a major battle. She knew it was ridiculous, but at times like this she always though of herself as Tamiko, Lesbian Samurai! As was her mother before her! Banzi! she thought. It's pay-back time.

Tamiko reverently reached out to the perfect figure before her. Slowly and with great skill, while using just the tips of her fingers, Tamiko began a feather-light tracing of Carolyn's hips and thighs, which were just barely delineated under the expensive thin material of her slacks. She began on the woman's right flank. Tamiko's right hand walked around Carolyn's thigh to her right buttock. She made a figure-8 pattern as she ever so lightly moved her fingers over the firm half-moon before her. Tamiko then lifted her hand and repeated the process on the left buttock. Getting no response from the now totally distracted Carolyn, Tamiko now used both hands, touching and moving, touching and moving, all across the unaware woman's thighs and buttocks.

Carolyn didn't know what Fawn or Samantha wanted with her, but she certainly didn't like the way they were acting so familiar with her body.

"I don't like to be touched," Carolyn told Fawn. "It's not right."

"But we're not touching you, are we, Samantha?" Fawn murmured as she began to dip a finger in and out of the waist of Carolyn's slacks.

"No, of course we aren't," Samantha whispered as she nonchalantly rubbed the area of Carolyn's stomach. "It's Tiffany who is being touched. Watch her being touched, Carolyn."

"I said to stop what you're doing. I'm not like that."

"Not like what?"

"I'm not like other people. I don't like being touched."

"By men or by women?" Fawn innocently asked.

"I don't like being touched by anyone. But especially by men of course!" Carolyn gasped with feeling. Too much happening too fast was wearing Carolyn's nerves to a frazzle. She normally would never talk of such private things, but tonight it just came spilling out.

"Men are always trying to touch me. I don't like it."

"Where are they trying to touch you?"

"In the office, at meetings, in a store. Anywhere and everywhere! I hate it."

"No, I mean where on you are they trying to touch?"

"You mean on my...my body?" Carolyn dropped her head in embarrassment. "Everywhere," she whispered with feeling.

"You mean like here..." Fawn's right hand closed over the tip of Carolyn's full right breast hidden under her blouse and bra.

Carolyn nodded frantically. Oh my God! she thought. She's touching my breast.

"...and here..." Fawn's left hand slipped down and cupped the woman's firm right buttock.

Again, Carolyn could only nod frantically, hoping only that Fawn would quickly remove her hands from her private places.

"When are they trying to touch you?" Fawn asked sympathetically as she began to rhythmically squeeze Carolyn's breast and buttock.

Carolyn's mind went blank. She couldn't concentrate on anything except on what Fawn's hands were doing to her. The room started spinning and she couldn't get her breath. A woman was holding her and she didn't know what to do!

"When? I would really like to know."

"What's wrong, Carolyn?"

"I...I can't think when you do that."

"Do what?"

Carolyn knew that her only salvation from Fawn hands was to answer her impossible questions. If only she would keep her hands still for a moment and let her get her breath back, but Fawn's hands kept moving, now in a circular motion over her breast and buttocks.

"Touch me. When you touch me like that it is very distracting and I don't like it. Please stop!"

Fawn gave Carolyn's superb ass and chest a final firm squeeze for emphasis, and reluctantly pulled her hands away.

"It doesn't mean anything. We aren't men, Carolyn. We're just girls. Here you are perfectly safe. You known when girls touch girls it's just in friendship."

"Yes," responded Carolyn wearily, "I understand that. I just do not like being touched by anyone, anywhere."

Fawn already had her arm around Carolyn's waist.

"But we're girls, Carolyn. Doesn't that make a difference?"

"I'm not a...a less.. I like men."

"Not a lesbian? Well, who around here is? "But you said they were always trying to take advantage by touching you."

"That's right. Anytime, day or night. It doesn't matter with them. They are always trying to touch my body."

We are doing this just for the initiation, so it shouldn't matter, should it? You should not feel a thing. Remember, this is for Tiffany's benefit."

"What?" asked the increasingly confused young woman.

Fawn thought for a moment, then realized that this was the opportunity for which she had been waiting.

"Look, Carolyn. Samantha and I would much rather be helping with Tiffany's ceremony, but we must stay with you and make sure that you are checked out thoroughly. Tiffany has to be able to see everyone taking part in the ceremony, everyone being examined, even if it is just a little. Otherwise it will ruin everything," stated Fawn quietly yet firmly.

"Is this true?" Carolyn asked Samantha.

"Oh, yes. Absolutely," breathed the beautiful Samantha, her hand now inside the front of Carolyn's silk blouse, rubbing the warm soft flesh of her abdomen. "Tiffany's the star tonight, and we have to do everything we can to make it work for her. We don't want to touch you at all. It's just that we have to. And we have to make it seem convincing to Tiffany for this to work at all."

"Oh," said the doubtful Carolyn. She couldn't think clearly anymore. Too much was happening to her too fast and she had no clue as to what to do about it. She wondered if she was really in over her head and should just leave and phone her apologies in later.

Then, her old self-assurance took over. After going through this far, just to back out now? No, she gave her word and would just have to go through with it. More for Tamiko's sake (were was she, anyway?) than for Tiffany's sake, she would have to make the supreme sacrifice and let someone touch her for once, and then just for a brief moment in time. But, she was in a room full of women, children really. What was she getting so upset about?

Fawn was right. It doesn't really matter. They could never get to her, never reach her. Not like the few men she had known who always tried to do her. Thankfully, that was impossible here. It was silly of her even to worry about it. In a room full of women, she was always safe.

"OK. I'll participate, but just a little. You may...examine me." and there let the matter rest. Immediately after agreeing to it, she regretted doing so. She agreed because she had been drinking too much, feeling too much, watching too much. Emotions which she never suspected having had picked tonight of all nights to storm her sensibilities. She was angry with herself for even being in this apartment in the first place. She didn't know these women, and she didn't really want to. They were after all Tiffany's friends. She didn't like it, them touching her so freely. She didn't like it at all, even if it wasn't sexual! But if she let them do what they wanted, even for just a little bit of time, perhaps they'll just get board and eventually leave her alone and go bother Tiffany or someone. They are practically children after all. Or, even better, the initiation will finally end and she can safely leave.

Having made her decision, all she could do now was just wait it out. Besides, if these kids got out of control she would just have to put them in their place, just like she's had to do with people who tried to take advantage of her all her life. The decision made, she returned to the surprisingly fascinating sight of Tiffany's naked body being thoroughly inspected by other women. Especially, she wondered what could possibly be taking Maria so long in inspecting Tiffany's crotch, and what was she doing that was causing the teenager to moan so much?

"Listen to her, Carolyn," whispered Fawn. " What does it mean? That's she's hot, is that what it means? It is so terribly warm in here. Are you hot, too, Carolyn? Yes you are, aren't you?"

Carolyn could only nod her head. She was feeling terribly warn in her tight, constricting clothing. She could feel the sweat forming on her face and below her arms. She reached up to unbutton the high neck of her blouse, but stopped. It wouldn't be proper to do that here. When she got back to the safety of her own apartment, then she could relax.

What Carolyn didn't know was that when she turned down Tamiko's bathing suit offer, the Japanese girl had reset the apartment's thermostat from 70 to 80 degrees.

"Here, let me," Fawn murmured as she reached over and pulled off Carolyn's scarf. As the scarf fell to the floor, Fawn said, "Now look up and I'll get that top button for you."

Carolyn obediently obeyed the younger girl's command and looked at the ceiling, because it was becoming so very warm in the apartment she almost couldn't stand it. Fawn however unbuttoned not just the first, but the top four buttons on the surprised Carolyn's blouse. Fawn and Samantha now had an unrestricted view of the tops of Carolyn's breasts as they entered her modest-cut bra. Fawn reached around and unfastened the unresisting Carolyn's sleeve cuffs for good measure.

Her blouse was now open to her breasts, but Carolyn still found she could not tear her eyes from Tiffany's continuing examination. Fawn's soft continuous voice in her ear, speaking her innermost thoughts, was causing a storm of unexplained emotion to whirl through her normally well-ordered mind. She found herself powerless to resist it, even when it asked her the most intimate of questions. If only the girl would stop taking and give her a chance to think. But she kept talking softly on and on, saying the most vile and disgusting things to her. She knew she should leave, but she was somehow transfixed by the sight of Tiffany's initiation. She knew she just couldn't leave until it was over.

Carolyn suddenly realized that her jacket was gone. She had no memory of taking it off. But, as the whispering in her ear suggested, it was increasingly warm in here and it did feel so much cooler without it.

Carolyn soon felt that the hands on her body, at first hesitant, were becoming much bolder. Her protests did no good, for the hands would just return whenever she moved them away.

The hands seemed determined to explore every inch of her untouched body above the waist. Especially her breasts! Thankfully, they were leaving her slacks alone.

No place was too intimate for their interest. Worse, they seemed to be looking for a way in, a way to reach her body under her protective clothing! To reach her inner-most self! Oh my, she thought worriedly. Perhaps they wanted to really examine her, too!

Even insects seemed intent on exploring her body, her fevered mind thought. There was something moving around her hips and legs that was surprisingly persistent. As soon as one would land, walk around and then take off, it or another would land somewhere else. She knew this place wasn't near as clean as her own spotless apartment so when she felt them on her hips and legs it did not surprise her. Sometimes she could feel more than one, all moving very lightly yet boldly as bugs will across her behind or up and down her legs. Worse, they were making her feel very tingly where ever they landed. She would try to brush them away, but they eventually always came back. Just like those summers she spent in Greece during school breaks. Damned flies were everywhere! Carolyn finally quit worrying about them, there was after all so much else going on, and left them alone. If only they didn't affect me so much, she thought, feeling the strange tingles radiating from her lower abdomen as the insects seemed to take delight in walking over lower hips and upper thighs.

The problem was that between watching what was happening to Tiffany, and the childish antics of Fawn and Samantha, she could think of very little else. Her body was still tingling where Fawn had held her earlier. She could clearly feel the burning imprint of the girl's hands, as if they were still there, holding tightly to her privates.

During this time the girls around her had not been idle. Regularly, a hand would dip into the tight waistband of her slacks and pull out some of her tucked- in blouse. Carolyn would then absently tuck it back in again, but there were soon so many other distractions going on for her to worry about such childish things. Soon her blouse was completely outside of her slacks.

What she didn't realize was that one of the hands reaching into her slacks had unfastened the metal clasp to her waistband, then the front button. Finally, another hand had carefully loosened the zipper. Each tug on her waistband from then on lowered the zipper more and more, allowing the slim hands of her assailants to penetrate ever deeper into her tailored slacks. In time the front of her slacks became completely open, yet unnoticed by the distracted Carolyn because it was covered by her loose blouse. Soon the only things holding up Carolyn's slacks was a little friction. With every move she made, the now loosened slacks became just a little bit lower.

With the blouse now out, Tamiko felt free to finally start working on Carolyn's cunt. Keeping her left hand moving on the woman's buttocks, Tamiko walked her right hand around the inside of Carolyn's left thigh and soon had her fingers dancing over the front of Carolyn's slacks. Keeping below the opened zipper, Tamiko focused her attentions on the seam that ran down from the zipper to the back of the slacks. Pressing lightly, Tamiko could feel the indent of Carolyn's most secret place, her labia. Pressing the delicate flesh in a subtle rhythm with her right finger tips, the girl was eventually rewarded with tiny answering jerks from Carolyn's hips, trying reflexively to meet more fully this new pleasing sensation. Tamiko brought her left hand around and traced the prominent bulge of soft pubic hair through the material of Carolyn's slacks and panties. She then placed it alongside her right and it too joined in the subtle seduction of Carolyn's cunt.

Totally oblivious to all that was going on around her, Carolyn could only stare at the continuing increasing frenzied activity of the golden-haired Tiffany. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Tiffany would react to another woman in this way.

Carolyn was starting to feel a strange sensation in her crotch. It was like when she would be in a hurry as a teenager and forget to wear anything below her slacks or shorts. She would get a strange itch between her legs she couldn't dare scratch! By the end of the day she would be quite wet, and almost out of control just from all the rubbing. That's why she always made sure to be properly dressed at all times.

And now, on top of everything else, she had this itch to contend with. She was getting such a feeling in her crotch and she couldn't understand it. She was wearing her panties, and her slacks were not tight at all, and yet that same somewhat delicious feeling was starting to build in her vagina.

Oh, no! she thought. Of all the times for it to happen! She could even feel her hips making tiny movements to deal with the sensation. However unlikely, she wondered if it might have something to do with the embarrassing antics of Fawn or Samantha, But, she was painfully aware that their hands were on her blouse. They were not touching her anywhere below her waist (they wouldn't dare!). She saw in the dim light that there was no one else around them. She thankfully didn't see any small animals when she first entered the apartment, either (once in Europe a dog had stuck his nose up her miniskirt and she almost fainted!).

She didn't think anyone would notice her moving her hips such a minute amount, and she had to do something to relieve the building sensation. But, Carolyn was well aware that eventually she would have to go to the bathroom and find the cause and correct it, regardless of how good it was making her feel. She was well aware that her secret pleasure was an itch that scratching only made worse.

With each tiny jerk of her hips, Tamiko felt Carolyn's slacks descend just a tiny bit. After a time, as Tamiko increased her toying of Carolyn's vulnerable cunt, Carolyn's hips jerked more and more, it was only Tamiko's hands pressing into Carolyn's crotch held up the woman's slacks.

"Look at her breasts shake," Fawn continuing her seductive whispering as they watched Tiffany twisting and jerking on the couch. "Wonder what they feel like when that happens. What do your breasts feel like when they shake, Carolyn? What do your breasts feel like right now? They are very beautiful, you know. Are they swollen? Are they very sensitive?"

"Can you feel this? Or this?" Fawn asked as she and Samantha began to openly caress the high-set heaving orbs from the outside of the blouse.

The shaken Carolyn could again only nod as she felt the feather touches of the girls' hands on her swollen breasts. The hands became bolder, now squeezing the tender breast-flesh. Carolyn knew she should stop them, but what they were doing to her really didn't matter right now. She wasn't a lesbian after all. All she wanted to do was watch Tiffany get initiated, and then leave here as quickly as possible.

The massage of her proud breasts continued. A few more buttons of Carolyn's blouse were undone and the girl's soon were working directly on the woman's breasts through her bra.

What was wrong with me? Carolyn wondered. My own breasts are driving me crazy! They feel so swollen and sensitive. Why don't those girls stop?

"Are your breasts sensitive, Carolyn? Mine sure are. Do yours affect affecting you, sometimes?" Fawn purred. Carolyn could not believe her body's reaction to the antics of Fawn and Samantha. How could Fawn know that every touch on her over-sensitive breasts was driving her crazy. "You can tell me."

Seeing how preoccupied Carolyn was with the fondling of her breasts, Tamiko knew she had a free hand with the unsuspecting woman. While Carolyn was busy focusing on the actions of Fawn and Samantha, Tamiko carefully reached deep down into the back of Carolyn's open slacks until she felt the thin elastic at the top of Carolyn's panties. She gently pulled up on the panties, drawing the sheer material as deeply as she could between Carolyn's fantastic buttocks. Twisting the waistband and legbands together around her index finger, Tamiko continued to pull on the back of Carolyn's panties, wanting them to become as deeply imbedded into the proud woman's flesh as possible.

Tamiko then returned to what she liked to think of as her "Sensual Butterfly" routine. But first, she carefully touched the front of Carolyn's slacks below the opened zipper. She felt with satisfaction how Carolyn's panties were now cruelly digging into the sensitive labia flesh. With the crotchband now embedded, Tamiko had only the thin material of the loosened slacks between her and Carolyn's increasingly responsive cunt.

Part IV

Carolyn soon felt a further indignity to her person. Her panties had somehow worked their way into the crevice of her behind (she knew that this was going to happen after well-meaning Tamiko had pulled them up too high), leaving her ass-cheeks completely uncovered underneath her slacks. Even worse, the crotchband of her panties was now putting a very strong pressure on her vulva and she was starting to feel very wet down there. Oh, damn! She had been so intent on her secret pleasure that she must have worked her panties up. Now her secret pleasure was worse than ever. She felt like such a slut.

More than anything else, she wanted to undo her slacks and fix her underwear to a more comfortable and modest setting, but she couldn't! Not with all of those women surrounding her! Besides, if they saw her fiddling with her underwear they might even think she was being affected in some way by all of the unusual activity going on here tonight.

She tried repeatedly to stop moving her hips, but something down there was causing her to continue. Something she couldn't define, couldn't locate. With Fawn and Samantha standing right next to her, she really couldn't do anything without attracting their unwanted attention.

She was so nervous from the close, half-nude presence of Fawn and Samantha that she found it impossible to stand still. She kept shifting her weight from one leg to the other.

Because of Carolyn's constant movements, and some tugging by Tamiko, her slacks had slowly worked their way down to the tops of her thighs. Carolyn knew that something wasn't right with her slacks but couldn't understand what it was. She looked down but her blouse covered everything.

The perplexed Carolyn wasn't sure what was happening around her waist, but she dared not move her arms to find out. Every time she took her arms away from her chest, hands would appear as if by magic on her breasts! At least once even her bra had become undone and she had to refasten it. She felt that it was really time for her to leave, at least to find the bathroom so she could mentally get herself together, to regain control of her proud untouched body, but Samantha and Fawn were keeping a close hold on her and she couldn't move.

She tried moving her legs, as she was shifting her weight from one to the other in order to at least to try to relieve that strange pressure building in her vagina caused by her bunched panties, when she noticed that the tops of her legs seemed tied together somehow.

Carolyn's firm buttocks were fully exposed to Tamiko's lustful gaze, the woman's panties still tightly drawn up into the narrow crevice. She watched fascinated as the buttocks repeatedly tightened and relaxed as the nervous Carolyn kept up her movements. Overcome with the sight, Tamiko pursed her lips for a kiss, but instead blew a stream of cool air onto the delectable mounds. As she heard Carolyn's gasp of surprise from above, she saw to her delight the instant formation of goose-pimples across the tantalizing expanse of round firm flesh.

"Oh my God!" Carolyn accidentally blurted out. That cool breeze she just felt across her behind could only mean that her slacks were slipping off! What a time for this to happen!

"What's wrong, Carolyn?" Samantha asked with great tenderness.

"Uh... Oh, nothing," the distraught woman muttered. No one must have noticed yet, or they would surely have said something. Perhaps they might have even taken advantage of her predicament if they knew, using this to make fun of her! That would be especially intolerable with this group. Children could be so cruel, sometimes.

The snap must have broken or something, she was always having trouble with it. The slacks were really a size too large for her to wear properly. If they would just leave her alone for a moment she could discreetly bend down and quickly pull them back up again.

But Fawn and Samantha stayed right with her, still whispering hidden forbidden things to her, still intend on their role of examining her if only she gave them a chance.

"What about your nipples, Carolyn? Are they sensitive, too? Are they hard?" asked Fawn as the girls now began to trace the clearly protruding nipples.

Shocked by the sensation radiating from her touched nipples, Carolyn quickly crossed her arms over her abused chest. When her covering hands felt her bra instead of silk, she looked down and was shocked to discover that her blouse was completely unbuttoned!

"So, they are sensitive, aren't they?"

Again, all Carolyn could do was nod her head, as her trembling fingers fumbled with the opened buttons, trying to refasten them. How could this have happened? She had almost been undressed by these two kids--total strangers in a room full of semi-naked women! I must be losing my mind, she thought. And how could this almost child-like woman Fawn know so much about her intimate, private self? wondered the increasingly befuddled Carolyn. It was as if she were inside my head, reading my thoughts!

"I'll bet they're very sensitive," cooed Fawn, as she deliberately licked Carolyn's well-formed ear.

Carolyn was rocked to the very core of her being. No one had ever done that to her. She dropped her hands and forgot about her now semi-opened blouse. She forgot about the half-felt sensations she had been getting from her strangely sensitive vagina. She even forgot about Tiffany and Maria. No one had ever been that intimate with her. She could only stare dumfounded at the close smiling face of Fawn, shocked senseless by the act and by her reaction to it.

After what Fawn had done to her, Carolyn couldn't help thinking about her slacks. She could feel them slipping further and further down her legs with every move she made. Soon they would be around her ankles and her humiliation would be complete. She couldn't leave until they were back were they belonged.

She couldn't help it any longer, she just had to tell someone. She would tell the more sympathetic Samantha.

"Samantha, I need your help. It's my...my slacks. The snap must have broken because they're falling down."

"Oh, honey. You poor thing. Let me check."

"No!" Carolyn cried. "I can do it..."

But Carolyn was too late. To the woman's extreme discomfort, Samantha had already knelt in front of her and was looking at the fastener of her slacks, having pulled the slacks down to Carolyn's ankles in the process!

"Nooo!" the humiliated Carolyn moaned softly, so no one but Samantha and Fawn could hear. "I can do it, really."

"Oh, no. It's no bother."

"Just let me pull..." Carolyn couldn't finish because she found herself suddenly off balance. Samantha had reach behind the distressed woman and pushed her left knee forward, making her off-balance. Carolyn was forced to raise her left foot enough for Samantha to remove Carolyn's left shoe and the left leg of her slacks. Carolyn quickly put her arms around Fawn's slender waist for support. Fawn used Carolyn's distraction to reach behind the woman and press Carolyn's body fully against hers. Samantha meanwhile pushed the back of the off- balanced Carolyn's right leg, and was soon standing in front of the mortified woman holding her slacks and shoes.

Carolyn looked in dismay at Samantha, not realizing she was still holding herself tightly to the semi-nude Fawn.

"Yes, the snaps gone all right," lied Samantha smoothly. "Zipper looks a little ripped too. But don't worry, there's a sewing machine here that can fix anything."

"I...I really should look at them myself. They are very expensive."

"Don't worry. Tamiko is an excellent seamstress. That's what she does when she's not in school."

"Well, if I could just take them myself into another room..."

"Carolyn!" Fawn said in a quiet yet commanding tone. "Let her take them. Your place is here. Your here for Tiffany, remember."

"I can't just stand here undressed like this. I feel so exposed!" she said despondently as she watched Samantha take her clothes down the hall towards the bedroom. In her despair she pressed her body ever tighter to the secretly exalting Fawn.

"Let me go with her. Please..."

Fawn started to kiss the distraught Carolyn on the neck.

"Why? Why is it so important to you to leave now?"

"Because you're all driving me crazy, that's why! What is going on here? My head's swimming. I can't think anymore. I can't even breathe! And I keep losing my clothes! What is happening here? I don't understand!"

"Easy, honey," Fawn murmured as she continued to nibble on Carolyn's sleek aristocratic neck.

Tamiko slid her right small hand between the tops of the Greek girl's soft inner thighs. She found that the crotchband of Carolyn's panties, still cruelly embedded into her sensitive cuntal flesh, were completely soaked with vaginal lubricants. Not satisfied, using her middle finger Tamiko tucked the material directly into the steaming vagina, until all that remained was a thin band of elastic running down the center of the stunned woman's crotch.

"I have to leave..." Carolyn moaned, helpless.

"You're safe here," Fawn said as her hands moved down Carolyn's back to her flaring hips. She then began kneading each firm buttock through the over-hanging blouse.

Tamiko began working the panties' waistband slowly down the trembling woman's hips, stopping so that the band was just above Carolyn's lush pubic growth.

"Why...are you doing that?" Carolyn gasped. "Please stop it."

"Doing what, baby?" Fawn innocently replied, her mouth pressed hotly against the trembling Carolyn's neck.

"What you are doing to...to me. To my...to my body. It...it makes me want to melt."

"Haven't you ever felt this way before?" Fawn whispered as she continued working, dragging her lips moistly slowly over the hypersensitive neck, her hands deliberately squeezing the firm buttocks through the shirt. Feeling a signal from Tamiko, she moved her hands away from the delicious buttocks and had them firmly move up and down Carolyn's back as Tamiko once more started Carolyn's panties on their downward journey.

"No, not ever. Please, you must stop. I can't think when you do that..." Carolyn lapsed into silence as she continued to be overwhelmed with sensations.

"Carolyn, you have to stay for Tiffany," whispered Fawn between kisses. "If she sees you leave for any reason, it will spoil everything! It's very dark in here. Besides, your blouse is long enough that it acts like a skirt. Everything's covered, really! See?"

Fawn slid her right hand from Carolyn's back to a spot directly over the front of Carolyn's blouse. To Carolyn's despair, Fawn slid her hand from the bottom hemline up over the front of Carolyn's half-open blouse, pausing to press her hand deliberately over her bulging pubic mound, her fingers directly on Carolyn's abused pussy lips, covered now only by the blouse's the thin material.

"Oh!" Carolyn gasped as she felt Fawn's hand on her most intimate of places. No had ever deliberately touched her there before. Carolyn almost collapsed when she realized that Fawn's hand wasn't moving away. It remained there! OH MY GOD! her mind screamed. She was being held by her pussy!

"See? What did I tell you? No one can see," the victorious Fawn murmured sweetly, pressing her hand firmly against Carolyn's steaming crotch, her fingers working the soft labia.

"But you're not supposed to..." The humiliated Carolyn couldn't tell Fawn that she was holding her by her crotch!

Fawn's hand continued its deliberate manipulation of Carolyn's helpless pussy. The confused Greek-American could only hold Fawn in desperation as what was happening between her legs tried to take over her very being.

"Yes, yes! I believe you!" the woman finally gasped, desperate for the girl to remove her hand. "You're right. Nothing shows!"

To Carolyn's infinite relief, Fawn's hand finally resumed its journey, moving up between the two tightly pressed women. It went up over Carolyn's soft stomach, past her full breasts until it rested on her left cheek. In Carolyn's highly flustered state, she didn't even notice that Fawn had used the opportunity to once again completely unbutton her blouse.

Carolyn felt close to the end. Fawn's hand had nearly overwhelmed her. She must leave this place before it was too late for her, yet she couldn't go without her clothes. Carolyn knew that, despite what Fawn was saying, her blouse wasn't that long at all. It barely came to the tops of her thighs. She couldn't even sit down now without everything showing! This was just great! She'll have to stand until Tamiko (where was she, anyway?) returned with her slacks. And who knows when that will be! She knew she was still in control of the situation, but she wasn't sure for how long. Her body was rapidly going in fact out of control, acting in ways she never knew possible.

Tamiko continued to remove the totally distracted Carolyn's panties. She lowered the back of the waistband, gently pulling on the material out which had been embedded between the crack in the woman's ass. Next, she lowered the front, and carefully began removing all of the material from between Carolyn's now swollen pussy lips.

Carolyn stood there, conscious of sweat pouring from her every pore. She knew that what few clothes she had left were quite soaked. Her wet bra was becoming terribly uncomfortable, her swollen breasts feeling very sore from the constant manipulation from her two companions. Carolyn found she was having trouble breathing, having been reduced to simply gasping for air, her chest fighting the tight constriction of her bra strap.

Her panties felt very wet as well, but at least they didn't feel quite so tight anymore. Even the bunched fabric was thankfully no longer pressing deep into her.

Carolyn continued to cling to the girl in front of her. She no longer really heard or cared what the continuously whispering girl was saying. Fawn had established a direct line into Carolyn's brain and Carolyn couldn't do a thing about it.

When she found her bra undone for the umpteenth time that night, Carolyn didn't really care anymore. For the moment she was just grateful to be free of its terrible constriction. She would fix it in a moment.

Now she felt someone's hands pushing her bra cups away from her breasts. Her long suffering breasts were exposed at last into the hot air of the apartment. Framed by the open blouse and now-useless bra, her stiffened over-heated breasts seemed to seek the night air eagerly. The nipples, excruciatingly stiff and sensitive, grew even longer in their new-found freedom.

In her relief at momentarily being free of her tight, constricting bra, Carolyn forgot that her proud breasts were now defenseless.

Her one moment of comfort was abruptly shattered when the true assault on her hyper-sensitive nipples began.

Samantha gently tormented Carolyn's left nipple. She grasped the erect tissue between her pure white teeth. She then slowly bit down until Carolyn cried out a little in pain. By moving her head, she twisted the nipple first left then right, then tugged playfully on it until Carolyn's entire breast became taut, her nipple feeling as if it were supporting the entire weight of her full breast. The times that Samantha would momentarily release her bite, Carolyn's nipple would seem to become even more erect, as if (to Carolyn's dismay) it enjoyed this strange and unaccustomed attention.

The reason that Carolyn didn't protest this outrageous conduct against her person was because of what Fawn was doing to Carolyn's right nipple.

While Samantha was carefully tormenting Carolyn's left nipple, Fawn was gently loving the other. Fawn suckled on the erect nipple, when she wasn't tweaking it gently between her slender fingers. She would periodically bathe the hard nipple in her warm saliva, being careful to include to surrounding areola as well. This nipple too responded in an astounding way to Fawn's careful ministrations.

The sensations radiating from her vulnerable nipples shot through Carolyn's entire over-stimulated body like lightning. Even Tamiko's half-sensed and increasingly bold (yet still undetected) workings on her most private of places were totally drowned out by this new raging torrent of sensations.

For once in her life, the always-in-control Carolyn didn't know what to do! This dual assault on her breasts was driving her crazy! Not just that, but the girls' hands now seemed to be everywhere on her, although they still seemed to be especially fascinated by her poor breasts and nipples. Somehow she knew that they had by now even gotten into her panties. She could feel how probably Samantha had dipped her hands under the elastic waistband her panties and was now kneading her buttock-flesh directly. Someone's hands were actually touching her increasingly sensitive buttocks!

Even her most private of areas, her vulva and vagina, was not immune to their reach. She was now sure that something was definitely happening there, but what it was her bewildered mind had not a clue.

Oh, damn this stupid idea of hers! It was just to have that silly bitch Tiffany become part of a group, but it was really spinning out of control. All she could do was to cling to Fawn like a drowning person would cling to a raft, as Fawn and Samantha continued to drive her mad.

Carolyn knew that her ordeal would end only when Tiffany's initiation was complete. And the way Tiffany was reacting, this could go on all night!

Tiffany felt totally drained. Covered in sweat and vaginal fluid, she lay sprawled in a warm glow of total satisfaction on the couch, not caring for the moment of her surroundings. Her simple acts of juvenile masturbation were nothing compared to the mind-blowing experience of this evening. Already, the first twinges of guilt were entering her mind. She was only beginning to realize that, like it or not, she had just given herself totally to a group of women! My God! she thought. She had never even thought about doing it with one, let alone a group! And what if it shows in the morning? What could she do then? How would she ever face her parents after that?

Finally, the sound of a woman's groaning caused her to thankfully leave her disquieting thoughts. She sat up and looked around the apartment. In her part of the room, she was alone. However, she noticed in the semi-darkness that there was a large crowd of naked women over in that part of the room where she had last seen Carolyn Lord.

She rose from the couch and padded barefoot over to the group. Maria turned her head and, smiling, indicated that Tiffany should come and stand with her. Cautiously, Tiffany went to stand with her new friend, in fact (as she now remembered the group's term) her new sister.

When she reached Maria, the woman silently indicated that Tiffany should stand in front of her. As soon as she did so, she was finally able to see what was going on and gasped with shock and delight at the sight.

Carolyn Lord stood almost naked, in the center of a semi-circle of nude women, virtually surrounded by three girls. The non-involved watchers all seemed to be either touching themselves or someone else as they stared fascinated at the scene.

The girl directly facing Carolyn, to whom the dazed woman seemed to be hanging on to desperately, moved to the side, thereby giving the group a better view of the action. Carolyn was only wearing her blouse, which Tiffany saw was completely unbuttoned. Through the open blouse she saw that Carolyn's bra was undone and that two hands covered her breasts. Her panties had been lowered to her thighs and there was another hand between her thighs coming from behind now over her pubic area.

As the dumbfounded Tiffany watched Carolyn being worked on by the three lesbians, Maria pressed her nude form directly onto the teenager's body standing in front of her. Maria reached around the naked girl to grasp and contentedly knead Tiffany's pert breasts as they both waited for the glorious finale.

Carolyn felt her knees go weak. She knew she must break free of this torment or she would soon collapse to the floor. She must leave. She must!

Tamiko gazed in rapture at the firm naked buttocks quivering before her eyes, the now useless panties half-way down Carolyn's thighs, and decided that it wasn't such a bad job at that. Even if it did represent only a single evening's work, this proud Greek-American bitch was a fitting trophy to her skills. She who never even knew who or what had hit her!

Tamiko decided suddenly that it was Carolyn's time. While her left hand pushed three slim fingers deep into Carolyn's grasping vagina, her right hand reached underneath and, for the first time, paid loving tribute to Carolyn's clitoris.

"AAAaaahhhhh!" Carolyn's cunt consumed her totally! Her legs buckled and she almost fell. She was completely unable to do anything now except ride out the searing waves of raw sensation that was flooding her very being, as her vagina clamped strongly at the invading fingers.

Sensations were flooding the inexperienced Carolyn. She felt that if she couldn't sit down soon she would faint on the spot. Drawing on a surprising reserve of strength, she gasped "NO!" and broke free of the deadly grasp of Samantha and Fawn. Holding her unbuttoned blouse closed she staggered stiff- legged over to a nearby chair. As she moved off, the startled Tamiko withdrew her hand from Carolyn's vagina. She just had enough time to give Carolyn's lowered panties a quick pull and they fell unheeded down the moving Carolyn's legs.

Tamiko looked at the useless panties lying on the floor with a quiet satisfaction. Finally! she thought. This woman is mine! Later she would carefully clean them and add them to her collection. For now, however, there was the final movement to be played in tonight's concert.

Her very being sundered by unbelievable sensations, desperate for a respite from the constant stimulation her body had been receiving the entire evening, Carolyn stood trembling behind the chair, clutching the chair back desperately with both hands. The top of her head was spinning so badly it was all she could do to remain standing. She felt as if her soul was close to literally exploding, and there was nothing she could do to control it. She desperately needed time regain control of herself. Her over-stimulated body was screaming for release of the sexual tension which had been deliberately built within her from the moment she entered the apartment.

If only they would leave her alone! Carolyn had never really liked her body and went to great lengths to keep it under her absolute control. But tonight was somehow different. Her body was anything but in her control. She could only feverishly hope that no one would touch her any more, because if they did-- she knew she was lost!

Tamiko walked up behind the unsuspecting woman. Here comes the pay-off, you stuck-up American bitch, she thought gleefully.

"Carolyn, honey", purred the Japanese exchange student. "You look tired. Why don't you sit in the chair and rest a while?"

She reached around Carolyn and pulled both sides of her open blouse back off of her shoulders.

"Wha.?" asked the shaken Carolyn.

"Sit down, honey," Tamiko said as she pulled the blouse still further off of the trembling woman.

Carolyn dimly realized that her new friend Tamiko was talking to her, telling her to sit down. She numbly nodded, and walked carefully around the chair, headless of her blouse now lying on the floor behind her.

Carolyn sank gratefully onto the chair, only to gasp in surprise as the cool satin fabric came into direct contact with the bare super-heated flesh of her unbelievably sensitive vulva. Oh my God, she thought wearily. Now my panties are gone. She then felt the chair's fabric on flesh of her back. My blouse is gone, too. What on earth was happening to me? she wondered.

Seated on the chair, covered in sweat and in just her unfastened bra, Carolyn knew that she must look a sight. What happened to my clothes, her stunned mind wondered. I know I was fully dressed when I came here. What happened? Tamiko must help me find my clothes and then I can get dressed, she thought. Just as the room stops spinning and her electrified body calms down.

Yet, in spite of everything, Carolyn still knew she was safe. Tamiko had unexpectedly shown up once again to take care of her.

As her overcharged mind reeled with the fact of her nakedness, Tamiko and her cohorts moved in on the stunned Carolyn for the kill.

The Oriental stood triumphant in front of the dazed woman. The nude Tamiko gazed deeply into the beautiful yet vacant eyes of the woman seated before her. She coolly pushed Carolyn's opened bra straps off her smooth shoulders and down her unresisting arms.

Carolyn Lord was now totally naked. Even her sensible jewelry had been carefully removed by the girls during the course of the evening.

Tamiko seated herself on her haunches directly in front of Carolyn's primly closed knees.

Carolyn sat spellbound and could do nothing as Tamiko easily opened Carolyn's knees and spread her thighs far apart.

"I'm a good girl," Carolyn instinctively whispered.

Tamiko sat back to savor one final look, before sending this proud American bitch down a path from which she could never recover, or would want too.

Carolyn, naked and covered in sweat, sat with her back erect, her carriage still one of royalty before commoners. Her shoulders back, her perfect breasts thrust proudly into the darkness of the apartment, the nipples looking painfully distended.

Recognizing a familiar sour-sweet odor, Tamiko moved her right hand carefully between Carolyn's widespread thighs and confirmed that a growing puddle of vaginal fluids was forming on the seat cover.

Carolyn sensed that something important was going to happen, but had no idea what it was to be. She was vaguely conscious of someone seated directly in front of her, but that was all. She simply sat, gasping for air as she tried desperately to get her breath back under control and hope that-in ways she was beyond understanding-that her body did not betray her. For the moment, it was all she was capable of doing.

Tamiko slid both of her hands around Carolyn's narrow waist and placed them on the tops of her bare buttocks. With one swift pull, Carolyn, her bottom thoroughly lubricated by her body's fluids, slid easily across the chair's seat toward the waiting Tamiko.

"OH!" gasped the shattered Carolyn. What was going on now? she wondered.

Tamiko positioned her so that she was seated on the very edge of the chair, her vulnerable pussy now directly in front of Tamiko's eager face.

"I'm a good girl," Carolyn repeated. It was her last defense.

"I know, honey," replied Tamiko, not unkindly. "That's why I like you so much."

Tamiko then fastened her mouth on Carolyn's delicious cunt and Carolyn went mad!

Now past the point of conscious thought, Carolyn only knew that her crotch had been plugged into an electric outlet and it was driving her insane!

Her body jumped and shook, her hips bucking wildly, but Tamiko never loosened her grip on the prize she had sought all evening. Her tongue went deep into the hot, tight passage, her teeth nibbled on the swollen vulva of her struggling victim.

Carolyn's gyrations finally caused her to fall from the chair onto the thick carpet below. On the floor she found herself too winded to move.

Taking advantage of this, Tamiko redoubled her efforts, concentrating on the woman's erect clitoris. Carolyn could only lie there and moan, her mind finally carried away to other lands.

The other girls, seeing the change in Carolyn's behavior, joint Tamiko on the floor. Soon there was not a part of Carolyn's body which did not have a sucking mouth, bathing tongue, or caressing hand upon it. Fueled by pure sexual energy, Carolyn's back began to arch, until only her hands and feet were still touching the carpet. Her sensuous body, so long denighed any kind of sexual release, had taken over. Carolyn was awash in the unfamiliar domain of sexual pleasure, and her body was loving it.

Her precious well ordered world, was gone. Her once well-disciplined body now existed only for what was happening in her vagina. Her proud breasts, bouncing quite freely on her chest, were constantly being caressed and even sucked with impunity. Her normally immaculate appearance had been reduced to sweat-soaked nudity. She could think of nothing. Not her humiliating exposure at the hands of these formidable girls, not Tiffany, not even escape. Nothing.

All her body wanted was for the unholy fires which were consuming her loins to be put out, regardless of how it was to be done.

In the end her body won and the unthinking Carolyn grabbed Tamiko's head, trying to force it deeper into her hungry cunt. She moved her bucking hips forward to enhance the contact as much as possible. Tamiko joyfully rode the whirlwind as she reveled in her victory over this proud woman, to the applause and cheers of the other girls in the group.

"Yes, YES!" the crazed Carolyn screamed, all ability at rational thought long lost to the searing emotions coming from her cunt.

Tamiko could sense everyone's impatience to get the magnificent Carolyn started on her journey, but that was the trouble with life over here. No one wanted to take the proper time for anything. Holding firmly to the bucking Carolyn's hips, she decided that perhaps they were right after all.

Well, when in Rome! Tamiko sighed to herself. Her almond-shaped eyes glittered as the Japanese girl led Carolyn over the edge with a final strategic flip of the tongue.

"AAAaahhhhhh!" screamed Carolyn as her first orgasm hit her like an express train! Her back arched even higher off of the floor than before, her vibrating body suddenly shaking off all of her tormentors, except the tenacious Tamiko. Carolyn's vaginal walls clenched so tightly that her freely flowing lubricating fluids sprayed like a fountain into Tamiko's face, who took a brief moment to hungrily lap up the honey-flavored liquid. Still bowed over the floor, Tamiko quickly brought the quaking Carolyn to her second orgasm before she had even finished recovering from her first.

The girls could only watch in awe as Carolyn was brought by the skilled Tamiko to climax again and again, her glorious body shaking and quivering in uncontrolled ecstasy.

It was after her fifth orgasm, finally overwhelmed by her own emotions, when the impeccable Miss Carolyn Lord collapsed spread-eagle and unconscious on the carpet. She lay there, naked, saliva drooling from her open mouth, her hair matted in disarray to her head, her magnificent body glistening in the candlelight from its covering of various bodily fluids, in an apartment filled with applauding and laughing nude women.

As was the group's custom, the girls then took turns between Carolyn's wide- spread thighs, licking up the flowing vaginal fluids coming from her still pulsating cunt, before heading down to the pool for a relaxing swim. Secure in the knowledge that she wouldn't be going anywhere by herself for quite some time, they left Carolyn alone in the apartment, sprawled naked on the living room floor.

Before they left, they took some very good photographs of her for the group's scrapbook.

Part V

When the bewildered Carolyn Lord regained her senses, she knew either her head, the room or both were spinning like crazy. She was almost certain she was lying on her back on a very comfortable bed in a darkened room, covered with a single sheet and feeling very cozy. Beyond that, things were a little fuzzy. The one thing she was sure of, however, was that between her legs, her pussy was feeling especially pleasant. In fact, she noticed that it was positively tingling.

"Ooooohhh," she murmured. "That feels sooo good!" She moved her hips slightly, repeatedly, trying to heighten the sensation. She remained like that for quite some time, simply content to lay there, moving her hips and enjoying the wonderful sensations her lower belly was radiating all through her body.

It took her a little longer to realize that her clothes were gone and she was naked under the sheet. Strange. She never slept naked at her apartment, but perhaps she should start. There was something to be said for the feel of silk sheets covering her sensitive body. She could even feel her nipples standing very stiff and erect under the thin sheet.

It was some time after that she realized she wasn't alone. She tried closing her legs, but something big was between them. She looked towards the foot of the bed and could just make out in the darkness a large lump under the sheet, right between her legs!

"Oh my God!" There was a big dog in bed with her! Doing something to her pussy!

She started to get up when she heard a high-pitched giggle, and Carolyn realized with horror that it was a woman! A unknown woman was between her legs! Touching her!!

What a nightmare! She must get her clothes and get out of here. Fast!

But the woman wouldn't let her go! The woman held the struggling Carolyn firmly around the waist as she proceeded to show the anguished Carolyn all that she knew about oral lovemaking, which was considerable..

Carolyn's hips bucked and twisted, her hands desperately trying to push the head away from her most private of places, but it was no use. Her assailant clung tenaciously to the shapely rocking hips, her mouth making the most of her uninterrupted contact with Carolyn's inexperienced vagina.

Carolyn stopped struggling after her orgasm, stunned at what had just happened to her. Confused and disoriented after such a rude awakening, she vaguely hoped that now her ravisher, having abused her and presumably got what she wanted, would now leave her alone. But Carolyn noticed with horror that the stranger had not moved from between her legs.

Tamiko was just getting started. She enjoyed playing tricks like this on unsuspecting Gaijin, especially this one-- the always-in-control and very proper Carolyn Lord. For her, this was the beginning of a, hopefully, very long relationship of which the delectable Ms. Lord would spend in a state of considerable undress, doing her bidding.

Carolyn's body writhed and shook as Tamiko continued to practice an experienced and enthusiastic form of cunnilingus on the helpless woman.

After the fifth orgasm had rocked her to her very soul, the exhausted Carolyn mercifully passed out, again!

When she finally awoke late in the morning on Saturday, Carolyn had no idea where she was. She only knew that her body felt sore, like it always did when she would over-do it at her health club, and she had a terrible headache. Her mouth was surprisingly dry, as if she was extremely dehydrated from too much drinking, and she felt terribly nauseous. Even the light pouring in from the window was causing her distress.

She suddenly sat up in bed, her top sheet falling heedless away from her naked form, as those events (those few she could remember, anyway) of the past evening returned to her clouded yet horrified mind! True, the events seemed so unreal and fantastic that she doubted her own memory. But, for Carolyn it was enough!

"JESUS CHRIST!" she cried.

Quickly, she jumped out of the bed, leaving the sheets crumpled on the bed. Nude, she staggered around the bedroom until she found the adjoining bathroom and quietly vomited into the toilet.

She stood up when she was finished, feeling much relieved. Maybe that was it, she thought. Perhaps she had just eaten the wrong thing yesterday and it gave her strange nightmares. She suddenly became very anxious to remove all evidence of last night. She quickly flushed the toilet, and grabbed the first tooth brush and tube of tooth paste she could find and proceeded to clean out her foul mouth. Afterwards, she ducked into the shower and just stood there, letting the water pour over her, first as hot and then as cold as she could stand it. Feeling a little more human after her shower, she returned to the bedroom, determined to get dressed and leave this terrible place as quickly as possible. Those things could not have happened, she thought. There must be some logical explanation. She was a good girl and would never even think of doing such things, let alone allowing such things to happen to her. It must have been some kind of very realistic nightmare. Either way, the less of these people she had to deal with the better!

Thankfully, she found her suit hanging neatly on a hook beside the bedroom door, her shoes directly underneath. However, she couldn't find her blouse or underwear. Fortunately, her slacks had been repaired in the night. Not wanting to wait and search, she put on what clothes she had, wanting only to leave this place as quickly as possible, and not really caring what she looked like while she did so. As far as she was concerned, Tiffany could bring them to her later, or they could even mail them.

Carolyn looked at the bathroom mirror and sighed. She knew she was showing a great deal of cleavage; and that it was painfully obvious to anyone who cared to look that she was wearing nothing under her jacket. But it couldn't be helped. Besides, she would only be at risk until she reached her car and then her apartment.

She took a comb from the dresser and ran a few quick sweeps through her damp hair, to give her at least a semblance of respectability. She left the bedroom and quickly walked down the long hall leading towards a small foyer and the front door.

Her unencumbered breasts gently shook beneath the jacket, her highly sensitive nipples rubbing against the smooth lining. A tickling sensation came from where her slacks pressed against her naked vulva, probably a seam she never noticed before rubbing directly over her highly-sensitive pussy lips. She could feel her over-worked and now traitorous body already responding to these new stimuli.

"Oh, God! Will this never end?" she muttered as she stopped in the hall to try and collect herself. She heard someone moving about in the front room and wanted to be ready. All she had to do was find her purse and she was out of there!

Crossing her arms below her chest to keep her breasts from moving, Carolyn walked erect and proud into the front room.

The room was empty. She looked quickly for her purse but couldn't find it. In desperation, she started going through the hall closet, then remembered someone had taken it into the kitchen for safekeeping.

Carolyn found Tamiko in the kitchen, dressed in a terrycloth robe, sitting at the counter, having coffee.

"Good morning, lazybones!" Tamiko said brightly. "Care for some coffee?"

"No, thank you," Carolyn said, coldly. "I'm just looking for my purse. Is Tiffany here?"

"No, everyone cleared out early this morning. I think Maria gave her a lift back to her dorm. She had a marvelous time, by the way, and can't wait to tell you all about it when she sees you at work."

Silence followed while Carolyn made a half-hearted attempt to locate her missing handbag, all the time trying to avoid the stare of the girl. If only she could be sure how good a friend Tamiko really was, she thought.

"About last night..." began Tamiko.

"Yes."

"What did you think of our little ceremony?"

"I can't think very clearly this morning. My head hurts for some reason and I really don't remember much about it. I just want my purse and to leave, thank you." She said coldly.

"It's right there on the counter."

Carolyn saw her lying in plain view on the kitchen counter. Feeling foolish, she grabbed it and started to walk out of the kitchenette.

"You mean you can't remember anything from last night?" Tamiko called to Carolyn's back.

Carolyn stopped. Memories of the past evening began flooding her mind. She turned to face Tamiko.

"I remember Tiffany being...examined." Carolyn started to feel very uncomfortable being here.

"And..." Tamiko added, helpfully.

"And two of your friends, Fawn and Samantha, stayed with me the entire evening. They kept trying to...to...touch...and...and...take my clothes off."

"Why would they want to do that? With your clothes, I mean."

"Well. I remember that I was very warm. Later, I had trouble with my slacks and Samantha took them to be fixed."

"Here, sit down. Have some coffee."

As Tamiko got up for the coffee, the tired Carolyn returned to the counter. Coffee would be good, she thought. Some of previous feelings of affection for this little Japanese girl from the night before were slowly returning to her. Tamiko is always looking out for me, she thought. Gratefully, she sank onto one of the stools at the counter.

"Oh my!" gasped the surprised Carolyn as something fuzzy wrapped itself around her crotch.

"Are you all right?"

"Oh, yes. Just tired." Must be some loose threads, she thought, from Tamiko's repair work. She will take a look at her slacks this weekend when there's time. But, my goodness. What a feeling! It will be a relief to change out of these. She couldn't go around feeling like that all day.

"And were they?"

"What?"

"Were your slacks repaired?"

"Yes, they were. Good as new in fact," Carolyn lied. They were fine, except for that spool of thread or something you left in the crotch, she thought Still, she at least attempted to fix them.

"Thank you. Sam had said that you were a good seamstress."

"You are welcome. What happened after your slacks?"

"The last thing I remember was Sam taking my slacks away. Everything after that is a total blank, except for..."

"Except for what?"

"I...can't tell you. It's very embarrassing. I've never...I've never felt so ashamed." sobbed Carolyn as she broke down on her stool.

"Come with me," gently commanded Tamiko. She led the distressed Carolyn by the shoulder over to one of room's plush couches.

Tamiko settled the crying Carolyn on the couch, then went for a box of tissues and their coffee mugs. When she seated herself next to the sobbing woman, Carolyn immediately turned and through her arms around the waiting Tamiko.

"Now, now. Tell me all about it. I'm sure it's nothing at all," said Tamiko, as she tried to reassure the stricken woman as she gave Carolyn the first of many face tissues.

Carolyn hugged her friend tightly, unable to speak through her sobbing of the unthinkable things she was sure had happened to her last night. She just continued to clutch Tamiko and cried. After a moment, she felt Tamiko's hands moving between them, and the buttons of her jacket becoming open.

"What are you doing?" Carolyn sniffed between sobs, still unable to relinquish her hold on Tamiko.

"Your crying all over your jacket. This is too nice to ruin like that," Tamiko said quietly, as she quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons. "Come on, lean back. This has to come off."

"Yes, your right," sobbed Carolyn as she obediently leaned backward. Tamiko pulled the opened jacket off of Carolyn's shoulders and down her arms. She folded the jacket carefully and placed it on the coffee table in front of them.

Carolyn immediately returned to holding Tamiko tightly, careless of the fact that she was now nude above the waist. She was finally getting her crying almost under control when she felt something at her waist, and then heard the sound of a zipper. She suddenly realized that Tamiko had now unfastened her slacks.

"Your starting to ruin these as well. So, off they go!"

"Do they have to?" inquired Carolyn meekly, between sobs. In her reason- shattered mind, she knew only that the sole person who offered her any concern or comfort lately was this sincere Japanese girl. Because of that, her dependence on Tamiko had grown so quickly that she was prepared to do whatever she wished. Yet, she still felt uneasy. Oh My! she thought. I remember now- no undies!

"But I'm not wearing any..."

"Yes, I know. But, your slacks must come off. Don't worry about underwear, I've seen you before, remember? Now, lift."

Carolyn, rocked at this most casual reminder of the most embarrassing moment in her life, could only hang her head in shame and passively raise her hips to allowed Tamiko to pull her slacks down past her hips. The slacks quickly made their way down her thighs and off her legs. Carolyn saw that the girl had removed her shoes for good measure.

At least Tamiko was keeping her clothes close for a change, she thought numbly, as she automatically covered her pubes and breasts. Her slacks were carefully folded and joined the jacket on the table. Her shoes were placed alongside the couch.

Tamiko returned to her place alongside the stricken woman. Carolyn sat primly, right arm across her breasts, left hand over her pubic area, legs tightly pressed together, while the tears continued to flow down her high-set cheeks.

Carolyn felt Tamiko's arm extend comfortingly around her shoulders and she let the Japanese girl pull her against her, so that they were now seated chest-to- chest, with Carolyn's arms trapped awkwardly in front of her.

"What's wrong, honey?" Tamiko asked quietly.

"Something happened to me last night, and I...don't know what it was. I can't remember anything! Plus, I'm...I'm not even dressed," Carolyn wailed.

"That's all right, honey. It's not important. Let me show you," Tamiko said reasonably, as she slipped out of her own robe. "Now, I'm not dressed either. Is this so bad?" the wily Japanese asked, as she gently but firmly pulled Carolyn's arms from their protective stance and placed them around her own slim waist.

"But it's not right. I...we should be dressed," Carolyn sobbed as she found a surprising refuge within Tamiko's comforting arms, pressing herself tighter against the nude Japanese girl, to avoid having to face the fact of her own nudity.

Tamiko did not respond. She just continued to hold Carolyn, her hands moving over the woman's bare back in a soothing manor. She exulted in the feel of Carolyn's warm, firm flesh, her full breasts pressed against Tamiko's own small mounds, their nipples occasionally making electric contact.

It was not until she found herself nude once again did Carolyn finally get a grip on her outraged emotions. Her sobbing quieted to sniffles, which quieted to silence. She remained where she was, her face pressed against the base of Tamiko's neck, her full breasts tight against the front of the girl's chest. She still could not get herself to speak openly about the events that so shocked her last night, yet she knew that eventually she would have to, otherwise she might just be spending the entire day naked in this apartment. But, the funny thing was, that prospect didn't scare Carolyn near as much as it would have yesterday, because of Tamiko. Tamiko was with her now. Carolyn was certain, although she could not yet understand why, that Tamiko would always be there to help her. Even so, she still had to take care of herself.

"I feel much better now, Tamiko," Carolyn whimpered, speaking into Tamiko's neck. "I can't thank you enough for helping me."

She reluctantly pulled her head back so she could look at Tamiko's face.

"I don't know what could have come over me like that. Thank you for caring."

"It is all right, my precious. It is all right," Tamiko murmured, patting the nude Carolyn gently on the hip.

Tamiko knew that the crying was over, and the tissue box empty. Although the prospect of spending a Saturday morning being held by a nude Carolyn Lord was delightful, she could think of an even better thing to do with her. It was time.

"Well, Tamiko. I think I should be getting dressed and leaving now," Carolyn said, as she moved forward to retrieve her clothes from the table.

"Good," replied Tamiko, as she grabbed the surprised Carolyn by the shoulders and pushed her back onto the couch. "But first, you will tell me exactly what happened last night to make you so upset. You've had more that enough time to prepare yourself."

"But I can't," wailed Carolyn, feeling herself suddenly close to the point of crying again. "It's so embarrassing."

"Carolyn, you are not leaving this couch until you tell me what you think happened. I really would like to know. If you were molested or something in my apartment, I need to know about it. But first, I want you to lean back."

Carolyn obediently leaned back on the couch. As she sat there, she suddenly felt very vulnerable. She quickly crossed her legs and again quickly covered her breasts with her right arm and her pubic area with her left hand.

Tamiko grunted "Humph" in disgust and pulled Carolyn's arms down to her sides.

"Now, I want you to rest your head as far back on the couch as it will go."

Placing her head on the back of the couch, Carolyn found herself staring at the ceiling. She knew her breasts were totally exposed and vulnerable, jutting out in a most shameless fashion, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Now, I want the story. But, remember this. You can hid nothing from me. I can see into your very soul right now and can tell if you are speaking the truth or some flimsy rationalization. This is a very serious matter. I remember what you said earlier about the girls. Fawn and Sam are very close friends of mine."

"I sorry," Carolyn said, meekly. "I didn't mean to..."

"Don't be sorry. Be right. Now, no matter what you feel or think you feel from this time forward, keep your eyes shut and keep talking. Remember, eyes shut and keep talking, no matter what. It's important. I want to show you something. OK?"

"OK."

Now what am I getting myself into? Carolyn wondered as she closed her eyes. She gathered herself for the ordeal to come.

"I was in bed..." she began.

"So far so good." said Tamiko as she slipped off the couch. She gathered up all of the clothes on the coffee table, and took them to the kitchenette counter, where they would be out of harms way.

"...and...someone was with me," continued Carolyn softly, when she felt Tamiko's return to the couch.

"Oh, ho," Tamiko said as she uncrossed Carolyn's legs.

Tamiko swung her right knee over the reclining Carolyn's waist, being careful to place it directly on the woman's hand laying at her side. She did the same with her left knee and Carolyn's left hand.

"Tamiko! You're on my hands. It hurt's and I can't move them."

"Yes, I know. So far, all you have told me doesn't sound particularly sinister. We had a full house here last night and had to double up on the beds. Be happy you didn't end up on the floor like some of them," she said direly.

Carolyn was very confused. This wasn't going at all like she thought it would.

Tamiko sighed. Now to the main event, she thought.

"Now, tell me about Samantha and Fawn. From what they told me this morning, they only did exactly what you wanted them to do, nothing more or less."

As Tamiko talked, Carolyn tried to get her hands free, but couldn't. Oh my God! she thought. She's naked and sitting on me. As if that weren't bad enough, her pubes are right on top of mine. She could feel them rubbing through her pubic hair! Carolyn was just about to order her to get off, when the injustice of Tamiko's statement came to her.

"That's not true!" Carolyn protested.

"OK, then. So tell. Tell me all about Samantha and Fawn."

"Well, they...OH!" gasped Carolyn, when she felt Tamiko lick her left nipple.

"Don't stop. Keep talking," Tamiko ordered.

"Yes. They were on either side of me and...Oh My!" Carolyn's right nipple had just been tweaked.

"They were both acting very strangely. They were... They were acting as if I were a man."

"That you certainly are not," Tamiko said, gently cupping Carolyn's breasts for emphasis, rubbing her thumbs on the erect nipples. Her hips started a rhythmic motion as Tamiko gently rubbed her pussy over Carolyn's.

"Tamiko, please. You shouldn't be doing that," said the breathless Carolyn.

Tamiko continued her administration of Carolyn's breasts.

"So, what did they do to you"

"They were touching me and...and kissing me."

"Where were they doing this?"

"In the living room."

"Where on you, idiot."

"Oh. On the neck."

"You mean like this...and like this...and this...and this...and this..." said Tamiko as she repeatedly kissed Carolyn's sculptured neck.

Carolyn felt herself turning into melted butter. Tamiko's hands on her breasts, lips on her throat, and the constant rubbing at her crotch were a combination that was causing Carolyn to loose her mind. Her hips were jerking uncontrollably in an effort to escape Tamiko's constant attention there.

"Oooh, Tamiko. I can't think when you do that. Please stop."

Tamiko ignored her and continued her love-making.

"What happened then?"

"When, what?"

Carolyn was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate. Tamiko was giving sensations and feelings she had never known herself capable of experiencing-- except in her dreams. Between the shocks her body had received in the past 12 or so hours and Tamiko's activities now, Carolyn's mind was reeling. She didn't know what to do anymore. All she could comprehend at this time was that, ever since she had come to this apartment, her body had never been so out of control.

Tamiko continued her expert manipulations on the vulnerable woman located beneath her. Carolyn tried to talk but found that she could only groan, the ability for speech being beyond her mental abilities, so overwhelmed was she with previously unknown sensations. Unconsciously, her hips were now moving in time with Tamiko's, deliberately rising to enhance to exquisite contact. Carolyn suddenly realized that she had thrown her shoulders back to place her breasts more firmly into Tamiko's hands. Oh, my God! What was she to do? She wondered.

Tamiko saw that Carolyn was finally ready for her. She shifted her body so that she no longer straddled the nude Carolyn. She positioned herself so that she could look directly down on Carolyn's beautiful, up-turned face. She lowered her head and kissed Carolyn fully and deeply on the lips.

Carolyn at first was too stunned to do anything. Tamiko was kissing her! She could feel the other woman's tongue gently trying to work its way between her closed teeth and into her mouth. She tried to protest this outrageous behavior, but Tamiko kept her mouth pressed firmly on Carolyn's and she could not say anything. Carolyn, her heart racing, tried to make herself relax. She must quit panicking every time Tamiko touched her, she thought. This girl was only trying to help her find out what really happened to her. She was not someone who was trying to reach her, invade her private inner self like some disgusting guy. She was only trying to help her. If this was she wanted, then this is what Carolyn would do.

Carolyn found herself reacting instinctively to the kiss by tentatively putting her arms around Tamiko's neck. As Tamiko kept on kissing her, Carolyn, her mind in a whirl, found herself starting to kiss the young woman back. She opened her mouth slightly and she accepted Tamiko's tongue, which had been trying to snake it way through her even white teeth. Meanwhile, a slim Japanese hand slipped between Carolyn's partially closed thighs and began to gently stroke her super-charged pussy lips.

Tamiko finally broke the kiss, although her hand remained working between Carolyn's thighs, and Carolyn found herself gasping for air.

"What did you do that for?"

"Why not?"

She felt a pleasant tingling sensation below her belly and bent her head forward. Carolyn froze when she saw Tamiko's hand between at her crotch.

"Why...why are you doing that?" she stammered.

"To show you. This is what happened to Tiffany last night, not to you. You just thought it happened, wanted it to happen, to you."

"No! Never! I'm a good girl!"

"Oh, really? Of course you're good. But, how then do you explain those vivid dreams you had last night?"

"No! They weren't dreams. It really happened." said the befuddled Carolyn as she looked beseechingly into the dark, almond shaped eyes above her. "Didn't it?"

With this first open sign of doubt, Tamiko knew she had truly won.

While her mind resisted, Carolyn's body, primed from an evening of overwhelming and long denied forbidden pleasures, greedily responded to Tamiko's actions. Totally vulnerable and helpless against Tamiko's expert administrations, Carolyn's body had driven all reason from her mind. She didn't know what was real and what wasn't anymore. She could only sit there, nude and helpless, while Tamiko drove her out of her mind with incredible sensations.

Carolyn found that her terrible cares and worries of the morning were being swept away in a sea of pleasure. Try as she might to deny it, whatever Tamiko was doing to her felt very good indeed. Why did this feel so good? she wondered. Normally she hated anyone to get close to her, let alone touch her. Now here she was, a grown woman sitting naked on a living room couch on a Saturday morning with a strange oriental girl at least 10-years her junior, and she just wanted it to go on and on. What was happening to her?

The two lay entwined on the couch, satiated. Carolyn's fears were, for the moment, forgotten. Tamiko had made her see that she herself had caused whatever strange events happened to her last night. She had no one to blame but her own slutty nature.

But Tamiko had then taken her shame and lifted it to a higher plane. She made it something else. For the first time in Carolyn's life, she felt truly fulfilled as a women. Trained from early childhood into believing that her only recourse for a satisfying relationship was a male, especially a very old fashioned Greek one. Otherwise, she would spend the rest of her life in solitude, because all of the men she came into contact with seemed only concerned with themselves and their own dirty needs.

She never realized that her answer to her eternal loneliness might come from so unexpected a source as in the form of a beautiful Japanese girl. Carolyn looked at the face of the girl sleeping in her arms and sighed with contentment.

Carolyn Lord had finally fallen for someone in a big way. The fact that it was a woman who had cunningly seduced her mattered not at all to her, at least for the moment.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Tamiko Suzuki had read this woman like a book, and had been hoping for just such a reaction. Carolyn Lord was going to find her life very different from now on, and in ways she couldn't possibly imagine. She chuckled at the thought.

Carolyn heard the sound and smiled. She must be having a good dream. She might even be dreaming about me, she thought. Carolyn wasn't wearing a watch, but realized it must be getting late. There was some work she just had to finish at the office today. Damn.

"Tamiko. Tamiko, please wake up. I really must be going now."

"Ohio Goziamus. How are you feeling now?" Tamiko asked, slipping her hand over Carolyn's buttocks. "Are you all right? You look like you could use some sleep."

"I'm very tired, and my head is killing me. You know, I would just love to go to my apartment and sleep the day away. But, I only have just enough time to change and get to work. We're having an important conference this afternoon with some major clients, and I'm a key player."

"Then you must go directly from here. We can have you cleaned, dressed and gone in 15 minutes," Tamiko said as she briskly got off the couch and stood up.

"But I need to change and..."

"Come on! There's no time to argue." Tamiko pulled the confused Carolyn quickly to her feet. Carolyn's body began to sway as her head swam from the sudden movement.

"Oohh. I'm so dizzy."

"A quick shower and you'll be fine," Tamiko said as she held the swaying woman by the waist.

Standing in the cool air of the apartment, Carolyn finally realized that she was still naked.

"Do you have another robe, or even a bath towel, I could use. I can't walk around your apartment like this."

"You've been like that all morning and it hasn't bothered you too much."

"Tamiko, please..." the blushing Carolyn murmured. "What if someone should come in?"

"Let me worry about that. In fact," Tamiko said, slapping Carolyn on her delectable rump, "let me worry about everything."

Tamiko took Carolyn back to the master bedroom, her right arm around her waist, her right hand resting casually on Carolyn's right buttock.

Tamiko steered her directly into the shower stall.

"Be back in a minute with some towels, honey."

"Thank you."

Under the soothing shower, Carolyn began to feel her old self again. She jumped when she heard the shower door open behind her.

"What?" she gasped, spinning around.

"Just me," Tamiko said with a grin, brandishing a wash cloth. "Well, you are my guest." She entered the glass cage and quickly shut the door.

"I can wash myself, thank you," Carolyn said, with bite. Perhaps she'll get the hint, she thought, as she turned her back on her and adjusted the water to full force. Grabbing the soap, Carolyn furiously started to cover herself with suds.

Whoa! thought Tamiko. Attitude! We'll just have to fix of that, and soon, too.

"Oh, come on. It's a lot faster this way," Tamiko said persuasively as she began using the soaped up cloth on the trembling Carolyn's suddenly tense back.

Tamiko knelt down behind her and lovingly began to soap the Greek beauty from the toes up. When she reached her waist, Carolyn had by then stopped soaping herself and could only passively wait for what was to come, lost once again in Tamiko's touch. After thoroughly washing the firm half-moons of Carolyn's buttocks, Tamiko started working the cloth between her partially opened thighs. She brought the dazed Carolyn close to climax several times before finally allowing her release.

Carolyn, spent, sank to the floor of the shower, where Tamiko continued her soaping of the beautiful woman with quick, efficient strokes.

When she was finally finished, she had to help the exhausted Carolyn to her feet and carefully washed the soap off of her. She turned off the water and led the pliant woman out of the shower. As Carolyn leaned on a wall for support, Tamiko briskly dried her with a large towel. She then led the docile woman back to the bedroom.

"Where are my clothes?" Carolyn asked.

"Your suit is on the kitchen counter."

"And my blouse and...underthings?"

"I sent them to the cleaners with Fawn early this morning. I didn't think you would be needing them quite so soon. Don't worry. They should be ready about 1 p.m. or so."

"But, I can't leave here without...my things. Everyone would notice. I must get home and change. I am very late already."

"Don't go home. Just go to work as you are. No one will notice anything. I'll bring you the remainder of your clothes then they are done this afternoon."

"But Tamiko, I can't do that. I'll be so...exposed. I can't go out in this without a blouse and underwear."

"My precious. Trust me, you'll be fine. You'll be the only one who will know how you are dressed. Anyway, It will just be for an hour or so."

"Are you sure? I don't feel right about..."

"No time to argue! We need to get you dressed and out of here, now!"

Carolyn's mind was spinning. Things were happening too fast for her right now. She just didn't know what was the right thing to do anymore. Carolyn had never felt so tired, and it interfered with her thinking. Perhaps Tamiko was right after all. It seemed she usually was.

"Oh, all right! I'll go straight there. and thank you for your offer. That's really very kind of you. I hope that it's not an inconvenience or anything."

"Trust me, it is not problem at all."

Carolyn looked deep into the dark almond-shaped eyes of her new friend and felt lost in them. What an extraordinary effect this young woman had on her, she marveled. Absolutely extraordinary.

"You know, you've been very nice to me, and I really appreciate it. I only hope that some day I'll be able to repay your kindness and generosity."

"That's all right. I'm sure we'll think of something you can do. Now, off to work and I'll meet you there with your clothes. Maybe!" Tamiko said as she pushed the laughing Carolyn out the door.

Tamiko didn't tell her the real reason she had to spend the day without changing or her underwear. It wasn't just a question of training. Tamiko had altered the crotch of Carolyn's slacks. Now, whenever she walked her pussy will be slightly but constantly stimulated. And when she sits down anywhere, oh sister! Plus, her magnificent tits will be constantly moving, rubbing those sensitive unprotected nipples against the silk lining of her jacket. By the end of the day, the prim and proper Miss Carolyn Lord will have unknowingly stimulated herself to a frenzy.

Tamiko could hardly wait.

Part VI

Feeling dazed and full of misgivings, Carolyn drove to her firm's offices. She knew that she was hardly dressed for work, let alone anything else for that matter. But, she realized that Tamiko was (once again) correct. She was so late, and the day so important, that there was nothing for it but to carry on as she was and hope she wouldn't embarrass herself or the firm before Tamiko arrived with her clothes.

Terribly distracted, she almost had three accidents before she learned to sit on the very edge of the car seat. It was the only way she could relieve the maddening pressure that extra cloth (or whatever it was that Tamiko had accidentally placed in the crotch of her slacks) was causing. She was also acutely conscious of her firm breasts' movement within her jacket, the rubbing nipples sending constant pinwheels of sensations through her already overheated brain whenever she moved.

She had never felt so exhausted, so completely used before now. And yet, and yet. Strange as it seemed, deep down she had never felt so at peace with herself. It was ridiculous. After one wild party that she couldn't even really remember, and a surprising (if rather pleasant, now that she thought about it) morning spent with her new special friend, Carolyn felt like an entirely different woman. More complete, somehow.

Ok, Ok, she thought. She knew what she did with Tamiko this morning was terribly, terribly wrong, and that she would now probably burn in Hell forever for it (thanks a lot, God!). But, why, oh why, did it have to feel so good to be with her like that?

She desperately wanted time to work out all of these strange new thoughts and impressions, but realized that it wasn't going to be possible for a while. Perhaps after work, before she got together with Tamiko this evening. At her apartment she could finally get out of this damned suit that was driving her crazy, and into some less-stimulating clothes. Then, following a very long nap, she would be able to think clearly again.

So busy was she with her thoughts that she didn't even realized she had already parked in the building's basement garage.

Sighing, she looked about the mostly deserted garage. She saw that only that section of the place belonging to her law firm was occupied.

"Better get a move on," she said, as she gathered her brief case from the trunk.

"Looks like I'm the last to arrive, damn it!" she said with feeling after surveying the parking lot one last time.

She proceeded to walk carefully yet swiftly to the building's main lobby, trying to keep her annoying breast movements to a minimum.

Carolyn confidently stepped into the elevator from the (thankfully) deserted building's lobby, only 60 minutes late. In the elevator, she pushed the button for the top floor and the elevator silently began its long journey to the 30th floor. As usual, she carefully reviewed her reflection in the polished metal doors and her confidence quickly began to evaporate.

"Oh, my God!" she muttered. "What could I have been thinking?"

Tamiko had made everything sound so natural and realistic this morning. All she had to do was go to work and Tamiko would bring in her missing clothes. The apartment laundry service was very fast, she had said. Her things would be done in just a few hours. Long before her important conference. Long before anyone would even notice the difference.

Like hell they wouldn't!

Carolyn watched her reflection with a sick fascination. For a moment all she could think was: They would know, they would know, they would know.

She never wore the same outfit two days in a row. Worse, it was in fact considerably less than the same outfit, and it showed.

The deeply cut jacket, which usually showed her starched, high-neck blouses to advantage, was now showing just her! Coming here without blouse and bra was insane. It was painfully obvious to anyone who cared to look that she was quite naked under her suit jacket. And the dress codes at the firm were very strict. She should know, since the codes were her idea.

Carolyn grimly acknowledged the fact that until her best and possibly only friend showed up, she would have to be especially careful, less she inadvertently expose herself in the office.

The fact that she was also without panties and even hose today didn't worry her, as there was no way anyone was going to know about that.

If only she hadn't been so late getting here, she thought. She would have had time to return to her apartment first and all would have been well. She never slept over at anyone's place, in spite of the many invitations she had received in the past to do so. What happened to her last night that she couldn't even go home?

She simply did not have an answer.

However, tired as she was, she did remember vividly what had happened with Tamiko on the living room couch this morning! Wow! She blushed at the thought of Tamiko and her, both naked on the couch.

It was a good thing no one saw us, she thought. Even something innocent like Tamiko comforting her might start people talking.

I know, I know, she thought. I'll probably burn for it. I know.

If only thinking wasn't so damn difficult this morning. Her head still felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and there was this weird headache behind her left eye. If she didn't know better, she would swear she had a hangover. But Tamiko had assured her repeatedly about there being no alcohol in what she was drinking last night. Must be an allergic reaction to something, she reasoned.

Maybe that would also explain why her body felt so different this morning. It was alive! It was positively tingling with sensations. Her skin felt like it was glowing. Her unencumbered breasts, ceaselessly moving when she walked, caused the constantly erect nipples to graze the lining of the jacket and send some very non-working professional-type signals to her nervous system. Her pubic area, in almost constant contact with something in the crotch seam, was feeling very wet. She would have to find a restroom soon to dry herself off, or she seriously risked staining her slacks.

Looking at her reflection, Carolyn realized that she could do something about the slacks right then. If she wore them much, much lower on her hips, her poor crotch would be free of this inadvertent yet constant stimulation.

Placing her briefcase on the floor beside her, Carolyn reached under the front of her jacket and opened the front of her slacks. She slid down the waistband until she was sure the naughty material couldn't bother her anymore.

She lifted up her jacket to see how much skin she would be showing. Oh, my! she thought, laughing. I look like a belly dancer!

She stood there, wondering if her still opened slacks were not a bit too low when the elevator doors unexpectedly began to open.

"Shit!" she cried. The elevator had stopped at a lower floor and she hadn't even noticed!

Carolyn just had time to re-fasten her waistband and try to assume a casual look when the doors completely opened to reveal a young, pimply-faced man wearing a messenger uniform.

"Is this elevator going down?" he inquired.

"No, it is going up!" snapped Carolyn, ashamed of herself for almost being caught undressed by this young idiot.

"Oh. Guess I'll wait then," he replied good naturally, and then stood in front of the opened doors, watching her.

As the doors finally closed, Carolyn saw his eyes drop and then enlarge into perfect circles. The last thing Carolyn remembered about him was his jaw dropping open.

"Now what," she grumbled as she looked into the mirrored surface of the doors.

"Oh, God!"

Carolyn saw that she had caught part of her jacket front in the waistband of her slacks, which revealed perfectly the fact that her zipper was down. It also revealed the fact that her pubic area was totally exposed!

"I'm going home," she said as she straightened her jacket and zipped up her slacks. "I just can't do this."

The elevator finally stopped at her floor.

Perhaps the doors will not open this time, Carolyn thought hopefully. And if they do, I'll just stand here in a back corner where no one can see me. Then, to home and bed.

In her agitation at being caught, she forgot about the door-close button.

The doors quietly slid open and Carolyn knew that she had immediately been spotted by the firm's receptionist, Mrs. Johnson, who was seated at her desk located directly in front of the elevators across the room.

"Hi, Carolyn. Everyone's been looking for you."

"Thanks," Carolyn said. It's not fair, she wailed to herself as she weakly waved a hand in greeting. She picked up her briefcase and wearily trudged toward the reception desk.

I'm trapped now, she thought, resigned to her fate. All I can do now is prepare for the meeting, and pretend to everyone that nothing is wrong with me today.

Her confidence of the morning had completely disappeared. The episode in the elevator had left her feeling strangely defeated, as if she was to meet an important challenge today and had already lost.

As usual, it's my own fault, she thought, as she walked past the desk. Maybe all I should do is just accept my fate. She felt too tired now to do much of anything else.

"Could you help me a moment. I need that phone directory in the red binder on the top shelf and I can't leave the desk."

"Sure, no problem," Carolyn mumbled. The lazy bitch, why can't she get it herself, she wondered. But, she put her case down and went over the tall set of shelves set into the wall. By stretching, she was barely able to reach the directory.

Mrs. Johnson's eye's flashed when Carolyn's jacket pulled up, revealing her bare midriff and the top of her very low-riding slacks. Just as she suspected. The haughty Miss Lord was surprising forgetful about clothes this morning, underwear in particular.

"No blouse today?" the receptionist sweetly inquired, antenna quivering.

"I, ah. I spilled some tea on it during the drive over," Carolyn replied as she handed the directory to the receptionist. "I dropped the blouse off at the cleaners before I came, so it wouldn't become stained. That's why I'm so late."

She turned and quickly moved to where she left her brief case. Grabbing the handle, she walked toward the hallway leading to one of the large administration offices. Sensing Mrs. Johnson's eyes following her, she increased her pace across the reception area, hoping to avoid any more embarrassing questions concerning her appearance, especially about her obviously missing bra.

"Got your bra too, huh?"

Damn, thought Carolyn. Can't I ever get a break?

"Yes, wouldn't you know."

"Ooh, that could hurt. Hope you didn't burn yourself."

"No, no. It was iced tea. Have a good day, Mrs. Johnson." And please stay away from me, Carolyn silently added as she practically ran from the room, her unencumbered breasts gaily dancing on her chest as she moved.

As Carolyn left the reception area, Mrs. Johnson's fingers began to dance on her inter-office communications console. The fact that something unusual was definitely going on with Carolyn Lord today spread through the office like wildfire. Soon every paralegal and secretary in to work that day was aware of Carolyn's appearance and its implications.

Everyone at the firm had always been at least reasonably sure of the Friday night activities of Maria and her friends. When word got out that the untouchable Carolyn Lord was actually going to escort the new trainee Tiffany Goodbody to one, the office betting began as to weither or not Carolyn would participate or not, and if so, how far could they get her to go.

And now, here she was, wearing the same suit as the day before (which meant she hadn't been back to her apartment since leaving work yesterday), and otherwise looking positively used. Even her usual light coating of make-up was missing.

Even better, the usually modestly-dressed Miss Lord was positively flaunting her body today by not wearing blouse or bra. Probably not wearing any panties either, according to Mrs. Johnson. It was shocking. This kind of behavior coming from someone who wouldn't hesitate to run complaining to the associates and even the partners whenever a skirt was too high or a neckline too low, not too mention whenever she saw some innocent (and some not- so-innocent) flirting with the higher-ups going on. And sexual harassment complaints, oh brother! She established the office procedures, and used them, too.

Well! If the high and mighty Carolyn Lord decided she could now act the slut, just because it suited her to do so, and get away with it, she had another think coming.

Carolyn's erstwhile co-workers knew that she must have had a very interesting night and couldn't wait to get all the dirt from Maria. But, even without knowing the details, it was obvious to their experienced eyes that the virginal Carolyn had finally gotten herself laid (but good!), and was in fact still reeling from the effects.

The other paralegals of the firm had always been quite jealous of Carolyn's competence and obvious high standing with the firm's partners and associates. Her natural coolness toward their gestures of friendship only aggravated their dislike if not hatred of her.

Over freely flowing daiquiris late one Friday afternoon, a group of the more senior paralegals and secretaries decided that what that "stuck-up bitch" actually needed was for someone to show her just what her place really was at the firm. All agreed that, with the right opportunity, they would be more than willing to expose her to the higher-ups for what she really was. Just what terrible thing it was that Carolyn Lord was suppose to be (other then that she was young, good- looking and effective at her job) was never really made clear, as their table was quite littered with empty daiquiris glasses by then.

But the need for collective action on their part, to be taken against her at some future time, that was clearly understood by all.

And now, it looked like their golden opportunity had come at last.

Even without knowing the details, the office collectively realized the normally impeccable, highly capable, and very reserved Miss Carolyn Lord was highly vulnerable today. Perhaps now was the perfect time for the stuck-up bitch to get a little of the comeuppance she had coming to her!

The Daiquiris Group, picking up allies along the way, decided that, since she seemed to be offering her body, it was up to them to figure a way of taking it. Lesbian or not, everyone wanted in on it. They had all been fooled by her inflexible act of high morality long enough.

As she walked to her corner (no mere cubical for her), Carolyn could sense the intense activity going on all around her. Even on normal Saturdays it could become very busy here, but today everyone seemed absolutely frenzied. Phones were ringing and conversations positively buzzed all over the cubicles that divided the large administration office. Must be that today's big conference has gotten everyone excited, she thought.

She knew that it was a very important initial meeting with the representatives of a potential client, Littov Industries. If it proved successful, within six months the firm could have its biggest client ever.

It was Carolyn's function to ensure that all was prepared for the conference.

When she reached her normally spotless desk, she found it covered with action memoranda and phone message slips. Her voice mail indicator was blinking furiously. She decided she had better start dealing with that before the machine had a nervous breakdown.

But, first things first. She sat at her desk and opened the draw which contained her office make-up kit. As she put on her face for the day, the troubling events of this morning faded into insignificance. Carolyn was back in her element, and she knew there was far too much for her to be responsible about to have time to worry about anything else.

She clicked on her voice mail, listening carefully as she applied her make- up, stopping to make an occasional note as required.

She wasn't sure what all the fuss was about. She had organized things so that 90% of the work required for the conference was completed as of Friday afternoon. This morning, barring any new significant developments or taskings, would be strictly devoted to easy follow-up work. Even the conference room was already prepared, with handouts, pads, and a catering service scheduled to arrive 60 minutes prior to the guests with drinks and a buffet. Only the presentation system still needed to be prepared, and a last minute check for dust and such.

Her face finished, she allowed herself only one brief disapproving glance at the ridiculous cleavage being displayed in her vanity mirror before closing it and putting her make-up kit back in the drawer.

She sighed. Of all the days for this to happen, she thought. Of all the days.

"I must put a spare blouse in my make-up drawer," she said. "A spare set of underwear probably wouldn't be a bad idea, either."

She diligently through all of her phone messages, being sure to log any taskers that came from the partners and associates. She then started in on her memos and phone call slips. 30 minutes later she looked at the results. There were exactly three new action items to be taken care of prior to the conference. The remainder of all that mess concerned items which she had already completed, and of which she had already informed the parties concerned.

While she was looking for her office bottle of aspirin, Carolyn suddenly found herself surrounded by people. Great, she thought. On the one day I wanted to be left alone, here everyone comes. It seemed that everyone in the office wanted to see her about something or other.

Carolyn was so intent on handling this crowd that she didn't notice the arrival behind her of the firm's senior paralegal and Carolyn's immediate supervisor, Ms. Susan George.

Ms. George had secretly lusted after Carolyn ever since the first day she was hired by the firm five years ago. Trouble was, Carolyn had proved so standoffish that she never really had a chance at her. Until now.

When she learned that Carolyn had finally been talked into going to one of those Friday night orgies attended by some of the younger members, Susan had bet a considerable sum of money that Carolyn would remain aloft and not be a participant. Susan wanted her all for herself, after all.

Now, Susan was furious. Her gaze down the front of Carolyn's jacket told her all she needed to know. The bitch! She felt betrayed and was burning with thoughts of revenge. After giving Carolyn's exposed breasts one last heatfilled glance, she turned and left without a sound. Susan needed to talk with her friends about this. She even knew an associate and partner or two who had been keeping a not-so-motherly eye on the delectable Miss Lord.

Thus it was that, on this most important of days, two independent groups within the firm were implementing plans to "get" the unsuspecting Carolyn Lord.

End Part VI

Into the Maelstrom: Part VII

As the hours passed, Carolyn began to notice that a weird, growing nervousness was overtaking her. The events of the past 12 hours had drained her both physically and emotionally. Her overwrought mind was in no condition to understand what was happening to her. All she knew for certain was that it felt as if her whole body was conspiring against her. It was as if a growing fire was burning inside of her, and she couldn't put it out.

Her unencumbered breasts moved with abandon underneath her jacket, as her constantly and painfully erect nipples gleefully rubbed the silk lining, sending electric shocks throughout her body.

It was that damned seam in the crotch of her slacks which was really causing her problems, though. Wearing her slacks low on her hips helped somewhat, but the touching down there was still happening. Her already sensitive pussy, obviously not use to so much attention, was heavy with her internal secretions. She knew it was only a question of time before they soaked through her slacks.

Eventually, she couldn't walk for five minutes without having to stop and collect herself before she could proceed further. Thankfully, the work she had to complete wasn't difficult, just time consuming.

She found herself dashing into the ladies room for a quick drying of her sopping crotch every now and again, to protect her clothes and her modesty. Perhaps it was just as well she wasn't wearing panties today, she thought. In a short time they would have been soaked through and through anyway.

Even in the relative sanctuary of the ladies room, though, Carolyn had to be careful. Her traitorous body was becoming increasingly resistant to her mental discipline. Even the slight pressure from the dry toilet paper being applied to her sopping vulva felt good. Too good!

Every time she had to touch herself, down there, it only served to increase the sensations that had been building all day. What was wrong with her? she wondered. What the hell was going on here?

It was not just her appearance which was causing her problems. Just about everyone at the firm today seemed to her to be acting very strangely towards her indeed.

Carolyn had hoped to pass unnoticed through a deserted office this Saturday morning. Unfortunately, it turned out that just about everyone was there. Also, most of them, especially her fellow paralegals and some of the other working staff, were not too busy to notice her astonishing appearance, and even proved catty enough to make some comment to her about it. As if she didn't know how she looked! She had to constantly repeat her ridiculous iced-tea story, which seemed to be less and less accepted by her more cynical co-workers as the day progressed.

Not used to having so much of her body showing, Carolyn was constantly forgetting about it as she went about her work. She would regularly find herself leaning over someone's desk, as she normally did in the course of a working day, discussing a document or the upcoming conference. It was only when that person's eyes would lift up from the top of the desk and light up in a strange fashion that she would remember and quickly straighten up, blushing to the roots of her hair in embarrassment at showing so much cleavage.

Other unusual things kept happening this morning as well. Normally her cool manner had always kept everyone at a distance, both physically and emotionally, but not today. For some reason she couldn't explain, something about her was actually drawing people towards her instead of forcing them away. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed to her that all of the firm's members wanted to get as close to her as they could, especially her fellow paralegals. They were even touching her, something unheard of before today, with a hand on her shoulder or an arm around her waist. And sometimes worse than that.

She was almost sure that, while in crowds or walking down a passageway, she could feel a stray hand moving over her buttocks. Yet, no matter how fast her tired mind reacted to this outrage, by the time she turned around there was invariably only an anonymous crowd going past. She was so tired, and it always happened so quickly that she didn't even worry about it after a while.

And her poor breasts! It seemed they were constantly in the way of just about everyone who walked by her. Regardless of how close she squeezed herself against the cubical walls which made up the corridors of the administration section, her proud breasts were being buffeted so much by hands, arms, and shoulders that they had become quite swollen and were very sore indeed.

Finally, the required detail work for the conference was done, and all taskers had been successfully completed. Carolyn, feeling incredibly tingly by this time, returned to her desk and carefully sat in grateful isolation. She shouldn't have anything more to do today, until just before the arrival of the prospective clients.

Which was just as well, she thought, because the only thing that would stay in her head at the moment were unnatural flashbacks of her and Tamiko, especially when they were both naked on the couch in Tamiko's apartment early this morning.

"Woof!" Carolyn said softly.

How could something like that have had such a devastating impact on her, she wondered. It was a simple thing, after all, just two naked women on a couch. Yet, it was all she could think about! She, who was so normally very much in control of herself and those around her.

But, now! My God! Now, she was just a leaf in some sexual windstorm that was blowing her in any direction it choose.

The way she was dressed today, or rather not dressed, wasn't helping her distressed emotional state at all. Now that she had some time to think about it, she realized that her reaction to it was not what she expected at all. After her initial embarrassment had finally passed, it became more and more distracting, then exciting in a way. She began to feel deliciously naughty about it, being so semi-dressed in such a formal environment. The needs of work finally caused her to thankfully focus elsewhere, yet, she could never fully blot it out. It was always there, hovering on the very edge of her consciousness, this constant if accidental stimulation of her body. To her deep consternation, she found herself actually liking it a little. For someone who had always been so proper in her appearance and behavior, it was quite a revelation, and it bothered her a great deal.

She had never realized she was capable of experiencing such intense sensations and emotions. It was a discovery of staggering proportions, because it pointed to the possibility of something which she never knew had existed within her. She had the soul of a, what? A slut? A sensualist? A sensualist slut??

"Carolyn!"

Carolyn, startled, quickly recovered from her disturbing thoughts. She looked up and saw that her immediate supervisor, Susan George, was standing impatiently at the front of her desk.

"Yes, Sue," she replied, wondering what this bothersome woman wanted from her now. "Can I help you?"

"Please come with me. Ms. Pendergast would like to speak to us about the conference."

"That's just great," Carolyn said with a forced smile as she slowly stood to walk with Susan back toward the executive offices. It figured, she thought. The one person she was able to avoid all morning now wanted to see her.

It was Ms. Joanna Stewart Pendergast, one of the more junior associates and certainly the most ambitious as well as unscrupulous. It was she some three months ago who had first solicited the prospective clients coming today, and had been carefully courting them ever since. She, of anyone at the firm, had the most to gain or lose by today's outcome. In reality it was her conference today, but Carolyn had been doing all of the work for her on it.

Ms. Pendergast's small office was located in the less fashionable part of executive country, right next to the restrooms, so thankfully for Carolyn it was not a long walk. As they neared the door to the office, she realized she had to be careful not to show Susan or Ms. Pendergast how even this brief walk over here had affected her. They would certainly think her some kind of crazed slut. She might even loose her position at the firm as a result! She though briefly of faking menstrual cramps but decided against it. Nothing else to do but find out what she wants and get it done as soon as possible, while she was still able to function at all.

Even so, she knew she must soon have relief from this constant stimulation her body was getting or she would surely go absolutely mad!

She saw that Ms. Pendergast's office had a new addition since Carolyn's last visit a week ago. Taking up the entire center of the small office was a large, leather-covered easy chair. A bit much for just a junior associate, Carolyn thought as the two women squeezed into the cramped office, but typical of her.

Ms. Pendergast, with a surprisingly sinister grin, was seated behind her small desk, a thick opened set of instructions in a three-ring binder and a complicated-looking remote control device the only things on the clean desk in front of her.

"Good morning, Ms. George, Miss Lord. Close the door, Carolyn, please. We don't want any interruptions," said the young associate.

Trying unsuccessfully to drive the now ever-present thoughts of sex from her head, Carolyn tried to focus on just what Ms. Pendergast was saying to her.

"What?"

"Lock the door, will you? I don't want us to be disturbed."

"Yes, mam." Now what? Carolyn wondered as she closed and locked the door.

"This chair is one of the products that our prospective client manufactures. It's brand new. Actually, it is still in the evaluation stage, and the fact of its existence is not to leave this room. Understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Pendergast," answered Carolyn primly.

"Sure, Joanna," replied Susan.

Joanna? wondered Carolyn, rolling her eyes. Oh, please!

"Good. Enough said about that," said Ms. Pendergast, as she continued her briefing. "It is to be the first user-interactive easy chair. One in fact that has been specifically designed for women. For some reason, it's called "Mother's Helper."

Carolyn sighed. She really didn't need this, especially on a bizarre day like this one!

"That's nice, and it looks like a wonderful chair," Carolyn gushed hopefully, "but wouldn't Monday be better for you to show off your new furniture? I do have things to finish yet."

Normally, she would never have addressed a superior of the firm in this fashion, but Carolyn at this point was perfectly willing to volunteer for a root canal in order to escape the presence of these two blindly ambitious women and their endless scheming. She just couldn't handle it. Not today.

"Carolyn, that's not why you are here," Ms. Pendergast snapped. "I want you to try it out, and tell us what you think of it."

"Try what out, Ms. Pendergast?" Carolyn warily asked.

"The chair! Just sit in the God-damned chair, will you, and tell me what you think. OK?"

Oh, great. Now I'm supposed to be a products tester for this egomaniac, she thought as she moved to the front of the chair. I'm doing her job for her again, the lazy bitch!

"Yes, mam!" Carolyn said firmly, and she gingerly placed her sensitive bottom on the polished leather of the chair's seat. She wiggled her hips slightly to settle in, and found herself sinking into the most luxurious chair she had ever sat in, the leather clinging to her form like a second skin.

"Oh, my! This is very comfortable," she gasped in surprise.

Carolyn suddenly felt a hard presence within the seat, directly in contact with her hyper-sensitive sex.

"Ohh!"

"What's the matter?"

"There is a bump or something, right in the center of the seat," she said uneasily, shifting her hips further into the chair and away from the slight but disturbing intrusion beneath her.

"Hold on, I haven't finished reading the instructions yet. According to this, the chair is a combination electric recliner-relaxer, with a remote control. Ah, here we go! They say that that bump you feel works just like a saddle's pommel, except its height is adjustable by the user. It performs the same function as it would on a saddle, you know. It keeps you from falling forward out of your seat, especially when you use the incline function. It's needed because of the highly polished leather."

"Incline function?" At the sound of a click, Carolyn suddenly found herself laying on her back, her feet resting on a strangely divided footrest.

"Let's see. Here's a button marked footrest."

Each side of the footrest formed a vee, trapping Carolyn's feet. The sides then slid apart, spreading her legs in the process.

"Yes, of course. The footrest does the same thing as the seat's pommel. It's meant to keep you in place. How clever. Do you feel like you're going to fall out?"

"No, I'm fine, although there really is no angle to speak of."

"Not yet? Oh, that's right. Forgot to set the degree of incline. How silly of me."

Carolyn slowly tilted upwards until her head was raised to a 45-degree angle from the floor.

"It's for watching television."

"Yes, very handy," Carolyn impatiently replied. I hope this ends soon, she thought desperately. She kept discretely shifting her hips, trying to lessen the slight contact which the pommel now had directly upon her sex. Even with that to concern her though, she was so tired and the chair so comfortable she was afraid she would fall asleep right then and there.

"Susan, would you make sure she is using that pommel correctly?"

"Yes, of course."

Carolyn worried briefly that her supervisor would have to reach between her thighs to do this, but sighed with relief when Susan positioned herself behind Carolyn's head. Her relief quickly turned to dismay when Susan, by pressing her hands firmly on Carolyn's shoulders, forced Carolyn's vulva directly onto the pommel, pushing the electrifying material of her crotch seam directly into her pussy lips.

"OH!" Carolyn gasped, momentarily stunned by the sudden, intense contact.

"Next, we shall test the vibration modes."

"What? What vibration. MY GOD!" All previous sensations paled to insignificance beside the intense throbbing which now commenced between her thighs

"Why Carolyn, what's wrong?" Ms. Pendergast inquired politely.

"I don't. I don't know." She couldn't say it, she thought desperately. She just couldn't admit to her boss that she thought she was being molested by a chair! The pommel, which had mysteriously increased in size, had raised itself right between her thighs, and had then begun to vibrate. While the remainder of the chair's vibration-level remained low and surprisingly relaxing, the pommel's actions were most insistent. Carolyn's body, stimulated throughout the day to the very limits of human endurance, reacted violently to this latest violation of her person. Her hips bucked while her body writhed, yet Carolyn was unable to escape the intense effects because the crafty Susan kept Carolyn's vulva firmly planted on the insidious device.

Carolyn knew she had only a few moments before she would lose total control of herself. All she could think of was how she could relieve this fantastic pressure which was building within her. Her hands gripped the arm rests, her knuckles white with the effort needed to keep her from grabbing her agitated privates in front of everyone.

Suddenly, she knew the end had come.

"I have to get up. I think I'm going to.," the frantic woman tried to say.

"Going to what, dear?"

The climax struck!

"AAAaahhhh!" the tormented Carolyn screamed as she uncontrollably doubled up in the chair, trying to relieve the incredible sensations her empty yet madly pulsating vagina was radiating throughout her body.

"Quick, check her," snapped Ms. Pendergast in a very professional manner. "It looks like the poor thing is having some sort of seizure."

The chair was quickly returned to its normal configuration. Carolyn, still helpless in the throes of her monstrous orgasm, was bundled out of the chair by the two women and placed unceremoniously on her back on the cleared desktop.

With Susan working on her slacks and Ms. Pendergast on her jacket, the gasping Carolyn soon found herself quite naked on her supervisor's desk with her bare feet placed flat upon the top.

"Whoa!" said Susan softly, as the two women admired the panting nude Carolyn in absolute awe. "I was wrong. It was worth the wait. I like her style in underwear, too. Don't you?"

"Enough of that," Ms. Pendergast whispered. "This could be serious," she loudly declared. This could also be a great deal of fun, she thought as she licked her lips in anticipation. "I had better use the special probe on her to make sure that damned chair didn't hurt her!"

When Susan George had come to her this morning with talk of finally being able to "get" the untouchable Miss Lord, Joanna Pendergast knew exactly what to do about it. The special chair in her office was something from the perspective clients true enough, but it was there for an entirely different reason. They did not want it tested. In fact, the chair had so many design flaws and manufacturing defects that they didn't even want anyone to sit in it, and were if fact preparing to file suit against the contractors who produced this abomination in the first place. But Joanna Pendergast was well aware that, if properly used, the chair did have a certain if highly specialized potential, and was very anxious to give it a trial run.

And what do you know, she thought. The damned thing worked like a charm, and here was the delectable Miss Lord to prove it!

Joanna Pendergast unlocked a desk drawer and removed her favorite office dildo, already carefully greased earlier this morning in loving anticipation of just this eventuality. It wasn't a strap-on version (unfortunately there just wasn't time for that), but it would do nicely all the same.

Carolyn slowly began to recover from her body's spasms. She looked about her in confusion. Her skin developed goose pimples everywhere as she, without warning, felt very cold. She suddenly realized that she was no longer in the chair, but was now laying naked on the desk in Ms. Pendergast's office. She was naked!

"Jesus Christ!" Carolyn cried as she covered herself with her hands and tried to get herself off of the desk.

"Stay there," commanded Joanna Pendergast. "You've just had an attack of some kind and we need to know: first, if you're all right; and, second if it was just you or was the chair somehow involved."

"Oh, please! Can't I get dressed first? I feel so. so exposed!"

"Certainly not! Don't be stupid. How can we check you that way? Now, lie back down on the desk, there's a good girl."

Mortified, the bewildered Carolyn laid back down, careful to keep her pubes and breasts covered. Good God in heaven, she wondered. What have I done this time?

"Place your hands and feet flat on the table, please," Ms. Pendergast ordered.

Carolyn reluctantly removed her only protection, and placed her hands as she was told. When she hesitated about moving her feet, Joanna gave a sign to Susan and Carolyn's supervisor gleefully placed the reluctant woman's feet on the desk, widely separating them in the process.

Although she strongly wanted to, Carolyn did not protest this deliberate and humiliating exposure of her person. Ms. Pendergast was her department head after all, and Carolyn had been her obedient assistant for as long as she had been with the firm, so whatever she wanted her to do could only be for the good of the firm, didn't it? Yet, she was now completely defenseless to whatever they wanted to do to her, and it worried her a great deal. She did not enjoy being defenseless at all! Especially with these two!

Joanna moved deliberately and positioned herself neatly between Carolyn's wide-spread legs. Carolyn nearly died with shame as she realized that her employer could now see everything she had, her most private parts. Just everything!

Joanna reached out deliberately with her right hand and gently caressed the still seeping pussy. She insterted three fingers between the swollen lips and slowly slid them deep into the tight vaginal passage. She was rewarded with an involuntary groan from Carolyn. Oh, baby! she thought. I'm in love!

"Is that. Is what you're doing the check?" Carolyn wheezed.

"Just a part, honey. Just a part. I have to make sure you can handle the probe."

"Probe? You mean like a thermometer?"

"Yes, only a little bigger. But, you are absolutely correct. Basically, it's just a special kind of thermometer. Now, let mother take your temperature!"

Joanna rubbed the spongy head of the artificial penis around and around Carolyn's hyper-sensitive labia. Carolyn was beside herself with sensations. It was all she could do to keep from jumping off of the desk and run screaming from the room.

In her highly agitated state, Carolyn was quite disgusted with herself. Here someone was trying to help her and all she could think of was what was happening below her waist. What a slut she must be to keep on reacting like this to a simple exam. Had she no shame? Worse, had she no control? Could she ever go into a doctor's office again without fear of embarrassing herself?

Joanna lovingly inserted the dildo's head into Carolyn's steaming vagina.

"Aaahh," moaned Carolyn as all rational thought left the vulnerable paralegal. She was penetrated deeper and deeper as Joanna worked the dildo into her tight victim by using a slow and easy in-and-out motion, going further and further in at each thrust. Carolyn's hips quickly began responding to Joanna's thrustings with motions of their own, adding an occasional circular motion to enhance the sensations being generated by the dildo's presence.

Overcome by the scene, Susan George quickly fastened her lips on Carolyn's bobbing right breast. Her left hand cluched Carolyn's left breast, the fingers tweaking the astonishing errect nipple. Susan's right hand flew up underneath her skirt and into her panties. She rapidly masturbated while contentedly suckling on Carolyn's breast. I want this woman, she thought. I want this woman for my very own. Oh, Yes!

Joanna had worked the dildo all the way in by now, and had increased the pace of her thrusts. Faster and faster she became, with Carolyn matching her thrust for thrust, her naked buttocks noisily slapping the polished wooden desk top. Beautiful, thought Joanna as she watched her sweating prey, Carolyn's face glowing with effort, her unseeing eyes glazed over with lust. She thought feverishly of the devices in her desk, the nipple clamps, butt plugs and the like. Her mind positively boggled at the thought of using them on the delectable Miss Lord. She glanced at the clock. Shit! No time, she wailed to herself. No fucking time at all! It just wasn't fair! Of all the days for this to finally happen! Shit!

From Carolyn's frenzied breathing Joanna knew that the woman's time was near, very near indeed. All right, then. She would enjoy the moment (man, would she enjoy it!), but next time, next time she would do it right!

She removed the dildo and threw it underneath the desk. Carolyn arched her hips, searching for her missing lover. Joanna quickly placed her lips on Carolyn's vulva, thrusting her tongue now deep into the clenching vagina. Carolyn reached her hands up from the desk up and held the back of Joanna's head, trying to thrust it within her out-of-control body.

Susan George had brought herself quickly to orgasm (no patience, that woman!), and had collapsed in the easy chair, her small mind teaming with grandiose plots on how to possess Carolyn totally, and soon, too!

Joanna used her educated tongue well. She was cunning in her cunnilingus, and the defenseless Carolyn was brought to the brink several times, only to be deliberately brought back again. Finally, even Joanna knew that Carolyn could be deigned no longer. Her tongue worked the tight clenching walls of Carolyn's vagina as the fingers of her right hand flicked Carolyn's clitoris just once.

"YES!" Carolyn cried out in ecstasy as her vagina pulsed again and again. Joanna's tongue lapped up the precious juices being spewed forth by the convulsing young woman who was caught up in the throes of her long denighed orgasm.

When Carolyn became aware of her surroundings once again, she saw that Ms Pendergast was seated behind her desk, with Susan George standing on her left.

"Am I. Am I done?" she timidly asked the forbidding figure seated before her.

"Finally awake, are we?" Joanna Pendergast asked. "It's about time, too. Just were do you think you are, anyway?"

"Sorry, mam. I don't really know what happened. Must have been tired," the embarrassed Carolyn answered. She wasn't sure if she could cover herself up yet or not, so she remained as she was, laying naked on the desk, her hands and arms at her sides. She was conscious of a wetness coming from her throbbing vagina. My God! she thought. What's that all about?

"Is the check-up finished? Am I all right?"

"It's OK, Miss Lord. And, yes, you seem to be quite all right."

"Thank you," she murmured, as she tried to discreetly cover herself with her hands. Being naked like this was impossible to endure, just impossible!

"Ah. By the way, what did cause. I mean, why did I."

"Oh, that. It wasn't the chair after all, it was just you. I guess it must have been your time. Now, please get dressed. I have much to do before the conference and don't really have time for this sort of nonsense."

"Yes, Ms. Pendergast," the confused Carolyn meekly said as she wearily pulled herself off of the wide desk. Under the glittering eyes of her two superiors, the terribly embarrassed Carolyn Lord got dressed, forsaking modesty for haste in her desire to quickly leave the scene of her latest disaster.

Carolyn left her supervisor's office stunned. She couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible.

My God, she thought. I've just climaxed in my clothes! I've just climaxed in my clothes and for no reason! Then, she did it again, right in the middle of a check-up with a medical probe for God's sake. She had never felt so ashamed, not so much for the loss of control over her body, especially in front of Ms. Pendergast and Susan George, which was bad enough. But, what really bothered her, what really shook her so badly she just wanted to lay down and die, was that deep down within her very soul she knew that she had enjoyed it. What was wrong with me today? she wondered. What was wrong?

Dead tired, she staggered into the deserted ladies room. The crotch of her slacks was thoroughly soaked with her own secretions. Fortunately, after applying several hand towels, the dark material served to almost totally mask its damp condition, while the front of her jacket kept it all covered anyway. Of course, to really hide the damp spot she had to wear her slacks high on her hips again, instead of low. Strangely, the idea didn't bother her as much as it once did. She understood that things were somehow different for her, and did not mind the discomfort. In fact, although she did not recognize it in her emotionally spent condition, she did not mind the contact of stimulating material on her vulva at all, now. Her actions with Ms. Pendergast and Susan George kept worrying her. How could this have happened? her dazed and tired mind kept asking as she was drying herself off. When she felt she was finally presentable, she dressed, left her stall, and went to one of the sinks. As she carefully washed her hands, she looked longingly at the empty couch located against the far wall. Such a lovely couch, she thought.

In the mirror above the sink, she could see that her eyes were barely open. The clock on the wall had three hours until the conference. Just enough time for a decent nap, she thought. I must do this, otherwise, I'll never make it.

She wanted to lock the door to the restroom, but what was everyone else supposed to do in the meantime? Never mind, she thought. What could happen in here? she reasoned as she gratefully laid down. It's the safest place in the building.

She wondered briefly if it might be better if she undressed first, but decided against it. Better not press my luck, she thought.

In a moment, Carolyn was fast asleep.

End Part VII

Into the Maelstrom: Part VIII

Carolyn awoke feeling breathless, yet somehow satisfied and very refreshed.

"My God! What a dream," she said. It was so vivid! She stayed quiet for a moment, trying to remember the dream's details before they were forgotten. She must have been in the 'Wizard of Oz,' because she could distinctly remember a woman's voice cackling and saying, "I've got you now, my pretty!" What an odd thing to dream, being molested by the Wicked Witch of the West!

As she laid there, she sensed a slight breeze blowing across her body and felt surprisingly cool. With a sinking feeling, she looked down at herself and groaned. There she was again, in a condition which was becoming disturbingly familiar for her: naked, covered in sweat, her vagina quietly pulsating, and her pubic hairs and inner thighs positively soaked with fluids. Her suit at least was folded over the couch back, thank God. At least that was still here.

"I wonder if other girls ever have this problem?" she asked the room. Lately she repeatedly was waking up naked in strange places!

"Maybe I should bow to the inevitable and just sleep in the nude from now on," she thought. "I keep ending up that way."

She disgustedly got up off the couch and went naked over to the sinks. She took a hand towel from the rack (no paper towels in this firm's restrooms!) and, after dampening it thoroughly, began a quick wash. She looked in the mirror and suddenly froze.

"Oh, hell. Not again!" she moaned as she realized what she was doing. For the second time in 24 hours, here she was, completely naked in a restroom! Grabbing her clothes and a few towels, Carolyn dashed into a stall, locking the door behind her.

"Just what is going on, anyway?" she wondered as she hung up her clothes on the stall's clothes hook. For thirty years she had held her body under a tight, absolute control. Suddenly, everything had changed. Her body was rapidly becoming something beyond her understanding, something even beyond her control. What was causing this? Sun spots? A beginning form of sex madness? Not enough chocolate in her diet?

Oh, my! Since it just started happening to her, perhaps it had something to do with an early form of menopause? Ugh! What a thought!

"Let's not get carried away here," she said firmly.

Of course she knew what had happened to her. It was quite simple, really. She just didn't want to face it, that's all. She had done the same thing last night at Tamiko's apartment, dreaming of glowing sex and thinking it was so very real, because it was what she supposedly really wanted.

It was an idea that Carolyn was not totally sold on, but the alternative was so unthinkable she just had to believe it! If it wasn't a dream, then the only other answer was that she had been actually. actually used by people! Sexually used!

"My, God!" she thought. It scared her just thinking about it. It had to be a dream, she knew, it just had to! Didn't it?

All the same, she knew she was becoming greatly affected by people's behavior, always seeing sex where it wasn't. Any kind of innocent act by someone toward her was now construed by her as some direct assault on her person. Even people passing her in the narrow corridors between the cubicles was causing a reaction within her! Regardless of what or were the handling of her person occurred, her body would responded almost eagerly to each presumed touch and caress.

It seemed she couldn't even sit in chairs any more without risking an uncontrolled climax. And as for any type of medical examination-- forget it! She shuddered as she remembered what happened so recently in Ms. Pendergast's office. My, God! The woman was only trying to help her and she responded sexually to a simple check-up. No more, she thought, no more check-ups!

The secret knowledge that she enjoyed it was only dimly recognized by her conscious, the idea was so totally beyond all her comprehension and upbringing.

The fact that these dreams kept happening disturbed her greatly. Did this mean that she actually wanted such things to happen to her? she asked herself as she got dressed again.

"I don't believe it," Carolyn said loudly, to scare away any chance that it could possibly even partly be true.

Either way, at least this time she had the good sense to remove her clothes first, although she didn't really remember doing so.

It was a good thing Tamiko had been able to explained it all to her, about her strange sex dreams and what they implied. Otherwise she wouldn't have known what to do! She would certainly have felt the need to loge a complaint with the firm about this latest presumed violation of her person. "But against who, though?" she thought, chuckling. "The Invisible Man?"

Speaking of missing persons, just where were Tamiko and her clothes, anyway?

After leaving the restroom, Carolyn returned directly to the sanctuary of her desk. No one can bother me there, she thought smugly. Should have thought of this before.

When she returned to her corner, Carolyn found a familiar blond figure seated behind her desk and going through her drawers. A neat package was laying on the center of her desk.

"Tiffany! What are you doing here?," Carolyn said, a little breathlessly. The unexpected sight of Tiffany Goodbody had returned Carolyn to last night and Tiffany's initiation ceremony. Her knees weak, she had to shake her head to clear her mind of the torrent of sensual images and sensations which suddenly flooded her being. Carolyn was shocked to realize that foremost in her mind was the burning image of a nude Tiffany, draped on a couch, her firm tanned flesh glowing in the candle light.

"How can the mere sight of this beautiful, empty headed all-American teenage girl have such an effect on me?" she asked herself as she went behind her desk to greet her trainee. And to get her chair back!

"Hi!" said the golden 18-year old girl, as she calmly continued her inspection of Carolyn's desk. "Tamiko asked me to give you this package. She said you'd know what it was."

"Thank you," Carolyn said primly, as she eagerly picked up the package.

Carolyn wasn't very happy about the way Tiffany was going through her things. That girl had a bad habit of forgetting her place; but, in her joy at finally being able to be fully dressed again, Carolyn was willing to overlook it, this time.

She opened the bundle and found just her blouse and scarf, both neatly folded after being cleaned and pressed.

"Where is the rest?" Carolyn asked, careful not to reveal her extreme disappointment.

"That's all she gave me. Something's missing?"

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact. My. my pa. Well, some of my clothes aren't here," Carolyn said, blushing at the thought of her current state of undress. "You know, like my belt and things. I really need them." She couldn't tell this child that she didn't have on any underwear at all, and how it felt so funny, so deliciously naughty going around the office all day without them.

"Oh. You don't say? Well, I helped Tamiko look for your stuff this morning and these were all we could find. You had clothes scattered everywhere, by the way. What were you thinking of last night, anyway?"

"Uh, last night?" Carolyn hadn't the faintest idea what she was thinking last night, even the parts she could remember.

"Look, Tiffany," Carolyn said, trying to change the subject, "you need to get back to Tamiko for me and find out what happened to my things. I could really use them. A blouse and scarf just isn't going to be enough!"

"Enough for what?" Tiffany asked mischievously, knowing full well exactly how Carolyn was dressed today. Everyone else seemed to be having some fun with this stuck-up Greek bitch today, she thought. Why couldn't she?

"It's really none of your business," Carolyn replied nervously. She couldn't know the truth about her clothes, could she?

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go to the ladies room and change," Carolyn said as she unfolded her blouse on the desk.

"Oh, you can do that right here," Tiffany said as she stood up and moved directly in front of the perplexed Carolyn.

Carolyn's jacket buttons seemed to spring open at the touch of Tiffany's lightening hands. Carolyn and Tiffany were both startled when they looked down and suddenly discovered Carolyn's uncovered breasts, nipples hard as bullets, framed by the open jacket and thrusting proudly into the chilled air of the brightly lighted office.

"Cool!" breathed Tiffany.

"Tiffany! What are you doing?" Carolyn gasped as she spun around, holding the unbuttoned sides of her jacket closed over her chest. "Not here! I must go to the ladies room to do this!"

"That's what you think," said Tiffany softly, as Carolyn felt her hands on her waist. Suddenly there was a sound behind them and Carolyn felt Tiffany's hands disappear.

She quickly rebuttoned her jacket, then turned around, not knowing what to expect.

Tiffany had vanished! Instead of seeing the teenager, standing in front of her desk was the head of the firm, Mr. Samuel Winston Spencer III, and the firm's most senior partner, old Mr. Brandon.

"Is this a bad time?" Mr. Spencer asked the flushed Carolyn.

"No, sir. What can I do for you?"

"Please sit down, Miss Lord. There's something we'd like to discuss in private with you."

"Of course, sir," Carolyn said as she reached for her chair.

"It concerns your preparations for the conference. This is strictly informal, so take it easy. We can do this another time if you are busy."

"It's no bother, sir. Perhaps we could go to your office, if that would be more comfortable for you."

"Nonsense. This is just fine. Now, sit down, Carolyn." he said, pulling up a chair in front of her desk.

Carolyn sat, but as she pulled her chair up to the desk, she jumped slightly as the startled Carolyn felt something brush against her left leg! The silly teenager must have ducked under and was now located in the knee pocket underneath her desk.

"What the hell could she be doing down there?" the frazzled Carolyn wondered as she listened with less and less concentration to Mr. Spencer talk about the conference.

As Spencer continued to talk, Carolyn felt a sharp tug on her jacket. Casting a quick look down, she saw with horror that a small pair of hands was unbuttoning her jacket from the bottom up. Quickly, she rolled her chair closer to the desk, and pulled out the keyboard shelf, pushing her stomach as far into the shelf as it would go. "That should stop the stupid bitch!" she hoped. What else could she do down there?

She tried to kick Tiffany under the desk, but only had her pumps taken off her feet for her efforts.

Mr. Spencer droned on. Carolyn felt her knees being separated, and something big moving between her widespread thighs. She felt fingers move along her upper thighs to her waist underneath her jacket. When Carolyn felt the fingers start to work on the fastener of her slacks, she began to become very worried. "She wouldn't dare open them," thought the furious Carolyn. "Not with Mr. Spencer right here."

When her waistband was loosened, her confused mind was at a loss of what to do about it. The two most important individuals in the firm were right in front of her, and that damn Tiffany kept playing stupid games with her clothes!

The shocked woman next heard the faint but quick sound of a zipper being opened. "I don't think they noticed, Thank God!" she thought. "Still, why are they looking at me that way?"

All thought of her employers' strange behavior fled when Carolyn felt her slacks slowly being tugged down on both sides of her hips. "What is she up to this time?" she wondered. "She can't get them off while I'm sitting on them", she thought confidently. For insurance, she eased her hands off of the desk and held onto her slacks.

In Tiffany's efforts to remove Carolyn's slacks, the woman felt as if her whole body was being dragged under the desk. Carolyn tried to press her hips as hard as possible into the soft chair but it wasn't working. Her slacks went up and down as she engaged in a terrible battle with Tiffany for them. Even with all her efforts, the disparing Carolyn still felt her slacks being pulled very slowly but surely down her hips!

Meanwhile, both Mr. Spencer and Mr. Brandon were wondering just what in hell had gotten into the normally cool and collected Miss Lord today.

Samuel Spencer was worried about the performance of one of his star employees on a very crucial day for the firm. She was obviously nervous as hell about something. Better cut this foolish talk short and let her relax a bit before the conference. "Just so long as everyone is ready for the conference, that is all that matters to me today," he thought. "And to hell with anything else!"

John Brandon was also concerned, but for different reasons. His semi-senile mind churned with thoughts of wine, fireplaces, and bedrooms. Carolyn Lord had showed up to work at the firm today with those fantastic tits of hers, the ones he had been fantasizing about for years, practically hanging out. In the five years that she has been with the firm, never-- but never-- has she ever dressed like that! Now, she's jerking and squirming like crazy woman in her seat, making her delectable breasts do a veritable dance on her barely covered chest.

"I've never seen her so jumpy or her face so flushed," Brandon thought. It was almost like something was happening to her underneath the desk.

"Are you all right? You seem a little distracted just now," inquired Mr. Spencer politely.

"Oh, yes. I feel quite fine," Carolyn lied as she continued her secret and silent battle with Tiffany to save her slacks. "Just concerned about making it all go right for the conference this afternoon."

"Good. Does your chair need replacing? You seem to be squirming a lot."

"Sorry. The chair is fine. I am fine. I probably just had a little too much coffee this morning. Was there anything else?"

"I see. I understand you had an accident coming to work this morning, which is why you were late. Nothing serious, I trust?"

"Nothing serious at all. Just spilled some tea, that's all. And here's my blouse, fresh from the cleaners. It was just delivered not five minutes ago."

"Excellent. I was a little surprised at hearing how you were dressed today," he said, trying not to stare too obviously at Carolyn's cleavage. "Especially when you consider how important this potential client is to us, and how valuable your role will be in the process today."

"Thank you. I'll do my best."

"Good! I always knew you wouldn't let us down. Ms. Pendergast was concerned about you for some reason and insisted that we come back here and have this talk with you," Mr. Spencer said as he stood up to leave. "Strange. Must be the strain has gotten everyone a little buggy today."

"That could very well be true, Mr. Spencer. I've been a little nervous myself, lately."

"I can believe that. Perhaps some pay raises and promotions spread around the firm will ease the pain a bit, if this works of course. Especially for you, Miss Lord."

"Oh, my! Thank you!" Carolyn gasped, bringing her hands away from her hips and placing them on the desk as she raised herself off of her seat. In her excitement to properly thank Mr. Spencer, she utterly forgot about Tiffany. Tiffany used the opportunity to quickly pull the opened slacks further down Carolyn's hips.

"Oh!" Carolyn gasped, blushing, as she quickly sat back down again.

"OH!" Carolyn cried again as her vulva came into contact with Tiffany's right hand, which she had quickly forced down the open front of Carolyn's slacks.

"No, no. Don't get up," said Spencer as he reached across the desk to take her right hand in both of his. "I can tell you're very excited about it, and that's good. I'd like to see a lot more of that kind of enthusiasm around here."

"Uh. Thank you, Mr. Spencer," Carolyn said a little breathlessly, as Tiffany worked the middle finger of her right hand in and out of Carolyn's defenseless pussy.

"Anyway, You're more than welcome. You will have earned it. Believe me!" he said, releasing her hand.

"Coming, John?"

"No, Sam. I'd like to stay and talk with Miss Lord for a while, yet."

"Oh, no!" groaned Carolyn to herself. "I can't do anything with him hanging around!"

"OK, but try not to be too long. We've got that final talk with everyone during lunch at the restaurant in 15 minutes."

"Right, Sam. I'll be there."

To Carolyn's considerable alarm, Mr. Brandon settled more comfortably into his chair, the sure sign of a long stay. As he started on another of his long but pointless monologues of cases past, Carolyn was in a quandary. This child under her desk was touching her, actually touching her! Yet, what could she do to stop it?

In spite of her confusion, Carolyn noticed that Mr. Brandon seemed very interested in her cleavage. "Oh my!" she thought. "That proper old gentleman was trying to look down the top of my jacket." She knew that by pressing her middle tight against the desk, it looked like she was offering her cleavage to the old man like a native sacrifice. But, if she leaned back, Tiffany would surely unbutton the rest of her jacket. The more he looked at the increasing preoccupied Miss Lord, the more John Brandon became fascinated by the buttons of Carolyn's jacket, and what was behind them. He realized that Carolyn was no longer responding to his statements. She was instead developing an unusual inward stare, as if her mind was elsewhere.

"Well," he thought, "it was now or never." While still talking, he reached over with his right hand to the preoccupied woman and casually opened her jacket buttons. He then sat back in his chair and waited for the reaction.

Carolyn was suddenly aware that Mr. Brandon had said or done something that was important, but she hadn't the faintest idea what it was. She must concentrate or he will surely think that she was losing her mind! If only she weren't feeling so melted inside! She needed desperately to be left alone. All she could think of was getting her slacks up, ditching Tiffany someplace and going back to her apartment for a rest and a chance to regain control of her life.

She still couldn't get away from the feeling that something was wrong between her and Mr. Brandon. Carolyn looked down and her mouth opened in shock. Her jacket was open, and her firm proud breasts were fully exposed to the delighted gaze of Mr. Brandon. She instinctively rose to run away, but Tiffany quickly realized her opportunity and pulled on Carolyn's slacks with all of her might.

With horror, Carolyn knew she was trapped at her desk as her slacks went down to her ankles. She quickly sat again, the tops of her thighs resting on the edge of the chair, carelessly splayed open. She looked on, stupefied, as Mr. Brandon reached over and pushed her jacket off of her shoulders. He then lovingly cupped one full breast in each hand.

"Close your mouth, woman. You look silly," Mr. Brandon quietly said as the old man coolly manipulated both breasts. He wanted very badly to fuck this highly desirable and previously untouchable young woman, but at his age some things just weren't possible!

Carolyn obediently closed her mouth, but otherwise sat frozen. Her perfect world had spun completely out of control. Her mind was gone, and she could think of nothing. She was the perfect subject. She was theirs for the taking.

Tiffany removed Carolyn's slacks and shoes and carelessly threw them behind her. She saw in the shadow of the desk her target spread invitingly before her. She moved forward and, resting on her knees, threw her arms around Carolyn's hips, lightly digging her nails into the bulging haunches. Her face was between Carolyn's open thighs, only an inch or so from the woman's vulnerable cunt. She looked up and saw that both of Carolyn's breasts were completely exposed and were being held by a very old pair of male hands. Oh, goody! she thought. Let's see the snooty Greek bitch talk her way out of this one on Monday!

Tiffany took a moment to enjoyed the surprisingly intoxicating scent of Carolyn's womanhood, and then went to work. She had Carolyn at her mercy and loved it. Tiffany wanted Carolyn to scream for her forgiveness for bean so mean to her ever since she came to the firm before she would stop tormenting the proud bitch. It was perfect. With that old goat getting her from above and Tiffany getting her from below, Carolyn didn't have a chance!

Tiffany leaned forward and worked on Carolyn's vulnerable vulva and clitoris with her mouth.

Tom Phillips came to work late that Saturday, knowing that he couldn't even start the weekly PC backups until after today's guests were long gone. The office was very quiet. Everyone was at a firm-sponsored lunch at the restaurant located on the building's first floor. Quiet except for a weird low moaning sound coming from the far corner of the big administrative section. It was so low, he probably wouldn't have head it if there had been any other people around.

Intrigued, he walked quietly along the partition corridor, the moaning became louder and louder as he neared the corner of the large room.

"Very interesting," he said softly. That's coming from the fabled Miss Lord's corner. "I wonder who is using it, and for what," he thought. He had heard about some unusual things happening at the firm from time to time, but they had certainly never happened to him. He reached the end of the corridor and stopped abruptly.

"Wow!" Tom said softly.

The first thing he saw was his idol Carolyn Lord, seated behind her desk, her face looking flushed and dazed. Her eyes were unfocused. Her head was thrown over the seat back, her open mouth gasping for air. Carolyn's suit jacket was open and she had nothing on underneath. Old man Brandon was sitting to the right of the desk, a hand on each of her breasts. Each of them was totally oblivious to Tom's presence.

Below the desk's modesty panel, Tom saw a pile of clothes and pair of feet in pink high heels sticking out from underneath the desk.

Tom noticed that the way Carolyn was jumping in her chair seemed to indicate that more was going on with her then just Brandon. He walked towards the back of the desk and was not surprised to see a tousled blond head rise directly in front of Carolyn, and heard a brief chortle before the head disappeared back under the desk.

He returned to the front of the desk and knelt to the floor. He pulled the pile of loose clothes from under the modesty board and saw that it consisted of a pair of woman's slacks and shoes.

"Bingo!" he breathed.

He lowered himself full length on the ground and looked underneath the panel. Under the desk he saw in the shadows a familiar-looking behind covered in a tight dress belonging to a woman whose face appeared to be imbedded in Carolyn Lord's naked crotch. "I'd know that tight behind anywhere," he thought. "It belongs to that stupid, rich bitch Tiffany Goodbody!" The same girl who just last week called him, yet again, a "computer geek" while she turned him down, yet again, for one lousy date!

Well, now. Let's see who's the geek here, you bitch! he thought savagely as he removed his clothes.

The dual manipulation of Carolyn's body continued as, kneeling in the front of the desk, Tom undid the latch and silently swung the modesty panel open. He slowly lifted the skirt of the kneeling Tiffany's dress and placed it as high up her back as he could. Through her tight, semi-transparent pantyhose he could clearly see her tight flexing asscheeks and the dark crevice in-between.

Carolyn Lord was lost in a sea of sensation. She was helpless before this dual assault, her feelings of shame sometimes overwhelming her as she came to realize that she did not want this to end, even though she was powerless to act. Yet, when her ravaged mind finally realized that someone else was present in her corner, she had recovered enough of her wits to realize that someone was preparing a nasty surprise for her tormentor, Tiffany.

Tiffany thought she sensed something was going on behind her, then felt Carolyn's hands in her hair, her thighs tightening around her head and forgot about it. "Oh, man!" she thought. "Carolyn's finally getting into the spirit of things."

When Tiffany felt her pantyhose being pulled off her hips and down her thighs, she tried to back out of the desk. But Carolyn's hands now held her fiercely by the hair and she couldn't pull her head away from between Carolyn's tightly clenched thighs. Tiffany's face was hopelessly trapped, pressed tightly against Carolyn's steaming crotch.

Tom quickly reached between Tiffany's thighs and found the teenager's now vulnerable cunt. She was so excited from her manipulation of Carolyn that he found her pussy very wet. Tiffany's hips bucked and danced as the distraught teenager tried to escape the invading digits. She tried to scream her protests against this unwanted invasion, but Carolyn had her face pressed so tightly into her crotch that Tiffany was having trouble just being able to breath.

In spite of her struggles, Tom quickly found Tiffany's erect clitoris and brought the surprised teenager to immediate orgasm, her powerful cuntal muscles causing vast amounts of vaginal fluid to come spewing out. And then he did it again, and yet again.

The exhausted Tiffany finally quit fighting to escape the vice grip of Carolyn's thighs, and could only kneel under the desk, gasping for breath between Carolyn's legs as she desperately prayed for a respite from her unknown assailant.

Tom unzipped the back of Tiffany's dress and unhooked her bra. Tiffany felt with horror her breasts dangling freely beneath her as the top of her dress and bra were pushed over her smooth shoulders and down to the floor.

Carolyn's climax caught her by surprise. Tiffany's struggles had embedded her nose deep into Carolyn's clasping cunt, while the non-stop expert manipulation of her exposed breasts by the firm's eldest member was causing her to reach new heights of erotic stimulation. Her body lay placid, a comely smile on her lips as she gasped for breath, while her climax washed over her.

Her eyes closed, Carolyn lay collapsed in her chair as Mr. Brandon looked upon her with the satisfaction of a job well done. He politely pulled Carolyn's jacket back over her shoulders and buttoned it. He kissed her on the forehead, said "Thank you," and left, confident that he had finally conquered the impeccable Miss Lord by fondling her beautiful breasts alone. "Something to remember," the semi-senile old man thought gleefully, "for my old age." Not that he would ever tell any of his cronies about it. Not proper, you know. Besides, which one of them would ever believe it?

Never noticing the piles of clothing or various heads and feet extending from underneath Carolyn's desk, the dazed Mr. Brandon tottered off for his meeting.

After waiting until Mr. Brandon was long gone, Carolyn released her grip on Tiffany's hair, and quickly moved her chair away from the desk. Surprised by the sudden lack of support, Tiffany fell face first onto the carpeted floor, her asscheeks waving high in the air behind her. She then started crawling out from under the desk, thankful that her ordeal was finally over. As she moved forward, she felt her pantyhose being pulled off of her legs. "I'll find them in a minute," she thought. "I just need to get out from under this desk!"

As soon as the naked Tiffany had wearily crawled on all fours out from under the desk, someone placed their hands around the tops of her thighs and pulled her backward. But, instead of falling, she felt her behind pressing up against naked flesh, with some large object moving between her upper thighs.

"Oh, no!" she cried, as she realized that it could only be a naked man behind her. She turned her head and finally saw who her assailant was. "Oh, my God!" she thought. "It was that computer geek!"

"You can't do this!" she indignantly sputtered.

"Oh, yes! I certainly can do this, you bitch!" the exultant Tom thought as he finally began to thoroughly fuck that beautiful body kneeling before him.

Leaning forward, he grabbed a pert breast in each hand as his hips started to pound the girl's bouncing buttocks, his cock going deeper and deeper into the well-lubricated vagina. Tiffany's young body, already primed by a night of almost endless sex, quickly began to react to this unwanted assault. Her hips began moving in relation to Tom's movements, so that each of his thrusts was met by one of hers. Her tight vagina clasped the thrusting cock, as if it was reluctant to have it leave the hot, wet confines of her pulsating cunt.

As Tom's regular buffeting of the teenager's vagina went on and on, Tiffany totally lost her mind! The fact that she was being totally striped, humiliated, and fucked from behind by someone she didn't even like, didn't matter anymore. In fact, it all served to excite the golden teenager as she had never been before! All she could think about now was the glorious cock in her loins.

Totally joined, their orgasm's erupted simultaneously.

Tiffany remained collapsed on the floor, completely spent, dreaming of wedding gowns and floral arrangements. She was still kneeling, her breasts mashed beneath her, with sperm and lubricant streaming down the insides of her thighs. Tom got up, quietly collected his clothes and Tiffany's underwear, and departed for the washroom.

Before he left though, he found Carolyn's slacks and shoes and placed them neatly on her desk.

End Part VIII

Into the Maelstrom: Part IX

Carolyn Lord sat sprawled in her chair, naked from the waist down, her vaginal juices pooling on the seat. She watched the nude Tiffany sleeping contentedly on the floor beside her chair, the teenager softly muttering "I Do!" every so often.

"I'm doomed," she thought. If she couldn't protect herself from a mental light-weight like Tiffany, she was in serious trouble.

This was not her imagination. This was not some wild dream. She looked down at herself and realized the harsh reality of it: her neatly trimmed pubic hair glistening in the harsh light of the office, the cooling pool of her own secretions growing between her naked thighs, the feel of the abrasive seat cloth on her poor, abused vulva. It certainly was no accident, like that medical examination gone wrong when she reacted like a slut instead of a proper woman. Tiffany knew exactly what she was doing to her. Didn't she?

But did she? Tiffany was a child. A child in the beautiful body of a woman, to be sure, but a child all the same. And children liked to play! "It was all so simple," she thought. All she had to do was think it through.

She had seen her young nieces and nephews constantly do things they couldn't possible understand the real meaning of, just to get a reaction from their older relatives. She herself had gotten some swats on the bottom and even had her breasts grabbed a few times during family events, though she knew they meant nothing really sinister by doing so. They were just being deliberately naughty. Tiffany couldn't possibly know what it was she was really doing to her. The young minx, she was just playing a game with her!

But this was a very serious game, indeed. She could have been humiliated in front of anyone who cared to walk by, not to mention Mr. Spencer. She might have even lost her job because of it. And what happened with poor old Mr. Brandon? That dear old man wasn't responsible for his actions anymore. He was just helplessly caught up in the teenager's foolishness. He was probably more embarrassed about the whole thing then she was.

"Well, if Tiffany chooses to act like a child, then by God I will treat her like one!" she said.

She lifted one elegant foot and pushed it against Tiffany's upraised rump, causing the sleeping girl to topple to the floor.

Tiffany awoke with a start. She got up from the floor and, sheepishly avoiding Carolyn's annoyed look, set about getting dressed. She found her dress, but her underwear had vanished. "That's just great," she said bitterly, holding her dress. "Now what am I supposed to do? I'm dirty and my underwear's gone. I can't go around like this!"

"Come here," said Carolyn.

Shocked that Carolyn was actually speaking to her, and both of them not even dressed, Tiffany ignored her and continued to look for her missing clothes.

"Come here, I said!"

Holding her dress protectively in front of her, Tiffany timidly went over to where Carolyn still sat.

"Put on your dress."

"But I can't," wailed the teenager. "I'm dirty and I don't have my."

"Tough. Put it on. Now!" commanded Carolyn.

With a pouty face, Tiffany put the dress up over her head and started putting her arms into it, very aware that she was now totally exposed to the glowering Carolyn.

When Tiffany's arms were tangled in the sleeves and her head completely covered by the dress, Carolyn put her right arm around Tiffany's slim waist and pulled the surprised girl over her knees.

Holding the squirming Tiffany with her left hand, Carolyn's strong right hand hit Tiffany's small, firm buttocks. SMACK!

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" squealed the teenager, her voice muffled, as she fought to free herself of the dress.

"You want to act like a child here, then I'm going to start treating you like a child," Carolyn said calmly as she hit the beautiful, tanned hillocks once again. SMACK!

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Tiffany screamed, desperately trying to escape this trap she had placed herself. No one had done that to her. No one had ever hit her back there, not ever!

"Watch me," Carolyn murmured with contentment as she resumed her lesson. She had wanted to do this to the girl for some time.

The spanking continued until Tiffany's small bottom was showing a slight pink all over her dark tan. Tiffany had ceased struggling some time ago, and, still tangled in her dress, was reduced to sobbing quietly.

"There, there. It's time for you to grow up, Tiffany," Carolyn said, gently. "This is a place of business, not a playground to do whatever you feel like. It's time you realized that."

Carolyn ran her hand lightly over the girl's smooth ass cheeks, and enjoyed the heat that the firm flesh was radiating. "What fascinating things they are," she marveled to herself. "How beautiful, how symmetrical." Carolyn found herself lost for a moment in the wonderment of Tiffany's buttocks.

She felt something wet on her upper thighs and, puzzled, sneaked a hand between Tiffany's opened legs. She was amazed. Tiffany was wet! She was so aroused that her vaginal fluids were actually dripping out of her crotch and onto Carolyn's legs.

Tiffany felt the hand between her legs and automatically began to grind her hips down onto it.

"Son of a bitch!" muttered Carolyn. She hadn't bargained on this at all. Now what was she supposed to do?

At a loss of what action to take next, Carolyn glanced at the clock on her desk. Stunned, she looked again. The conference was set to begin in 15 minutes.

"JESUS CHRIST, THE CONFERENCE!!" Carolyn shouted. The VIPs had already arrived and should just be leaving the lounge. She was late!

She jumped up and dumped the disappointed Tiffany onto the floor. Pausing for just a second, she realized that she had to take the time to get dressed. Panicked at being late, she pulled her suit jacket off over her head and quickly put on her blouse and scarf, but gasped with dismay when she saw that the buttons on her blouse were all missing.

"Damn it!" she yelled as she took everything off again and threw the useless garments into a corner. Next she grabbed her slacks and shoes from the desk and got into them, not bothering to properly fasten the slacks just yet. She ran down the hall, her swollen breasts dancing painfully on her chest, as she unbuttoned her jacket. She was putting it when her unfastened slacks fell down to her ankles.

"Shit!" Carolyn gasped as she hit full length on the capered floor, her breasts mashing painfully beneath her, her legs now tangled in her slacks. Resisting an impulse to start screaming, Carolyn sighed instead and sat up on the floor. The thick carpeting caused a delightful tickling sensation on her abused vulva and she almost climaxed!

"Oh my God," she whispered. "My God." She took a deep breath and carefully untangled her slacks and pulled them off. She stood up and then got into them once again. She slowly fastened and zipped her slacks, after first carefully making sure they hadn't been torn in the fall.

Learning her lesson, she swiftly walked the remainder of the distance to the conference room, using her crossed arms to minimize her breasts' movements as much as possible. Her nipples had been hard for so long from rubbing against her jacket all day, she doubted if they would ever again return to normal. Even minor breast movements now caused the outraged nerve endings on her raw nipples to send excruciating impulses to her brain.

It was all becoming too much for her to endure. She knew that her resistance was nearing its end. She had had to withstand so much in the past two days that her mind and body just couldn't take much more.

She had to get to conference, she just had to. She couldn't let the firm have to deal with the consequences of her own weaknesses.

Besides, with all of those people around she would finally be safe.

As they stood waiting for the missing Carolyn and the visiting VIPs, the Daiquiri Group grew more and more agitated. After years of being Miss Untouchable, Carolyn Lord had suddenly become very touchable indeed. Today they had seen just about everyone at the office take a liberty or two with her once proud body, from senior partners to janitors, with nary a protest being directed at them in return. Rumor had it that even some of her fellow para's had taken an occasional opportunity with Miss Lord, with surprisingly the same result. As the day went on, though, they could tell she was becoming more and more unraveled. The secret slut was obviously being affected by all that was happening to her (as if one wild night wasn't enough!). Well, if she really wanted flounce that perfect body of hers in front of the senior staff, then they would be more than willing to help her.

Breathlessly, Carolyn entered the conference room and was greatly relieved to discover that the VIPs had yet to arrive. The only ones there were some her co-workers who had been required to attend the event. She did a quick survey of the room and found everything was to her satisfaction.

After saying her hello's, she went to stand with her fellow paralegals and try to regain her composure.

"Have you seen Tiffany? She was suppose to be here for this," asked Tiffany's friend, Maria.

"No, sorry," Carolyn replied. "Haven't seen.HER!"

They pulled her slacks down so fast she couldn't react. One moment she was standing there, engaged in normal conversation, and in the next moment she was half naked! She stood there dumbly, staring in shock at her bare legs, her slacks puddled at her feet. Before she could get her deeply dazed mind to function at this new outrage, the visiting VIPs entered with the senior law firm members.

As the group of paralegals moved to greet them at the door, the terribly humiliated Carolyn was forced by the crowd to join them, leaving her slacks on the floor. If she tried to pick them up it would have been noticed by everyone! She chanced a quick look behind her and saw with horror as Maria quickly fold up her slacks and stuff them in a plastic file folder she was carrying.

She looked desperately for a way out, but the room's single entrance was now filled with the senior members and their guests. She was trapped! Carolyn knew her double-breasted jacket's hem was just low enough to function as a micro-mini skirt, but she also knew that she dared not sit and must even be very careful walking or else she chanced exposing herself to everyone in the room.

As previously arranged, the firm's paralegals stood in a group behind the podium located at the head of the long conference table. Carolyn tried to hide behind the others, even though her normal place was at the wide podium, controlling the presentation binder for whoever was speaking.

Mr. Spencer finally had to motion her to take her place at his side behind the podium. After everyone in the room had been introduced, the presentation began. The chief representative for the Prospective Client, Mrs. Abigail Stevens, was seated with her staff on the table's left. The firm's counterparts were seated on the table's right.

As Mr. Spencer went through his opening remarks about the firm and the terrific support provided by the firm's paralegals, Carolyn felt his arm go around her waist over her jacket. He's just emphasizing his topic, she thought nervously, but I hope he talks about something else soon. Please, God, don't let him or the others see how undressed I am. At least behind the protection of the podium she felt safe.

Ten minutes into the presentation she jumped when she thought she felt something between the backs of her upper thighs. The feeling only lasted a moment and was gone. Probably my imagination, she thought.

To her horror, the feeling returned! Something large and smooth was working its way between the tops of her soft inner thighs. She jumped again when it touched the lips of her vulva.

"Oh!" she inadvertently gasped when the object began to work its way between her pussy lips.

"No! You can't...!" Carolyn automatically began, but stopped abruptly when she saw with dismay that everyone at the table was now looking quizzically at her.

Spencer stopped his presentation in mid-sentence and turned to put his mouth close to her left ear.

"Is there something the matter, Miss Lord?" he asked softly.

"No, sir. Sorry," she muttered as she smiled weakly, horrified that she had actually disrupted the presentation.

"OK, then."

To her relief, Mr. Spencer smoothly continued his talk and she could see that the disruption was quickly forgotten by the people at the table. However, the thick object between her thighs also continued its way up into her vagina. The intruder was soon deep enough in her defenseless vagina that she could feel the hand holding it now begin to work its way through her tightly clenched thighs.

She felt hands on her right ankle shift her foot, so that her legs were soon spread apart. She was now completely wide open to whatever those in back of her wanted to do to her vulnerable yet most private of places.

She jumped when a hand began to move confidently across her firm buttocks. She jumped again when she felt a second hand on her behind. It too began to casually trace the rounded contours of the exposed buttocks under her jacket!

The hand between her thighs began to move deliberately back and forth, causing the unwanted intruder to have a most shocking affect on her. To her dismay, she could sense her vaginal fluids quickly begin to flow. The familiar sensations which had been kept simmering within her ever since she came to work were now quickly being brought to a boil within her once again. Before the events of the past two days, she could never have believed it possible that anyone, especially her, could be sexually aroused against their will, even if she did deep down really enjoy the sensation. Now, she knew that she being taken swiftly, helplessly to the point where she would shortly loose control and have an orgasm in front of all of these unsuspecting people, unless she could find a way to prevent it. "But how?" her tired mind screamed at her. "But how?"

Other hands spread her asscheeks, and she jumped when she felt something cold touch her anus. "Oh, my dear God!" she thought. "Not there! They just couldn't!"

The object slowly forced its way passed her tightly clenched anus, and began to work its way slowly yet inexorably up her rectal passage.

Carolyn stood, too stunned to react. She was only wearing her jacket and shoes in a room full of people at a law firm, hands on her naked buttocks, and now she was helplessly impaled! And she couldn't do anything about it!! If she made any kind of scene, her shattered mind reasoned, she would be publicly humiliated in front of everyone. What if the police or someone should ask her what happened to her clothes? What could she tell them?

In spite of her claim to the contrary, Mr. Spencer was aware that all was not well with the usually cool Miss Lord. Even as he continued with his presentation, he could tell she was becoming increasingly agitated. The fact that she had deliberately taken off her slacks for an important presentation, even after her assurance she would be properly dressed for it, seemed to confirm what everyone was saying-- that for reasons unknown the very beautiful but untouchable Carolyn Lord was making herself very available today.

He was always a stickler for proper attire in the office, so his first instinct upon seeing her (even with those fantastic legs!) was to throw her out of the conference room. However, after seeing Mrs. Stevens' eyes light up when she saw her, Spencer kept Carolyn as close to himself as possible during the presentation.

To Carolyn's relief the conversation moved on to other aspects of the firm, but, to her consternation, the arm remained around her, holding her close to him behind the podium. "Sweet Christ!" she thought. "What if he finds one of the other hands back there?"

Forgetting about the group of women standing behind him, Spencer's hand started to move, slightly at first, then with an increasing regularity and confidence. In fact, it distinctly felt as if the hand was now massaging her right hip! Carolyn wondered what she could about this when she felt it slide down her hip, and jumped when it reached her bare flesh under the jacket.

Spencer's roving hand quickly came upon Carolyn's nude right buttock cheek. "What the hell?" he thought. "No panties!"

Why that hypocritical bitch! After all the complaints she initiated over the years against the firm's employee's, even partners.

Angry now, he moved his hand freely over Carolyn's trembling buttocks.

Carolyn was relieved when she felt the other hands on her buttocks disappear, leaving just Mr. Spencer's for her to contend with.

The room's projection screen lowered and the lights dimmed to nothing. After a brief pause, the presentation system activated, and the automatic slide show began. Spencer traced with glee the trembling contours of Carolyn's right buttock. He was in the process of sliding his hand to sample her left buttock when it encountered a round metallic object protruding from the center of her ass crack. "Whoa! What the hell was that?" he thought.

Spencer looked behind him and saw a small circle of light on the wall behind the podium. "That's odd. Where could that damn light coming from?" he wondered. The last thing he wanted right now was a light on back there. He noticed that the light moved every time Carolyn did. Fascinated in spite of himself, he kept searching in the darkness until his eyes finally adjusted to the moving light and he saw something black sticking out from underneath Carolyn's jacket.

"Jesus!" he thought. "She's got a flashlight stuck up her ass!" Terrified of what he might have stumbled into, he quickly withdrew his hand from Carolyn's trembling buttocks. He placed both his hands in plane view on the podium. "Remember why you are fucking here today, asshole," he told himself. "Keep you mind on the job and out of her pants!"

Carolyn felt other hands replace the one which so quickly disappeared. Hands on her hips began to pull her waist away from the podium, causing her to lean forward and thrust her buttocks out from underneath the jacket.

Carolyn didn't realize the significance of this until someone dropped down behind her and placed their lips on her helplessly impaled behind. She was nibbled and licked all over her delectable, quivering buttocks, while other hands were making her vagina pulsate with sensation. Just when she thought she could take no more, she jumped when she felt something warm and thick start to press against her blood-engorged vaginal lips, moving around the object already in there. "Oh, what now?" she dazedly wondered. "What else could they do to me that they haven't already?"

A tongue contacted Carolyn's exposed vulva and she was teased and licked with never-ending enthusiasm.

Carolyn's mind whirled with her body's sensations. Under the noise of the loud presentation, she thought she heard the muffled sound of a purse being opened. The administrations on her poor vagina ended, the object removed. Her mind was relieved that her public ravishment was finally over, before she had reached the point of once again loosing all control of her recently traitorous body.

Carolyn jumped as she felt something being pressed against her vulnerable hair-lined pussy lips. It was not uncomfortable, quite the opposite in fact, but it seemed only to cover her vulva. She felt it pressed onto her flesh one more time, and after that, nothing. The object covering her vulva remained and that was all. No one touched her, molested her, fondled her. Even the humiliating object in her anus had been removed. "Could it be over at last?" she thought hopefully. Perhaps her unseen tormentors had finally given up.

"Please, please let it be over," she prayed reverently. She had been unwillingly stimulated to the point that she felt her hair was standing on end! She couldn't take anymore, not without embarrassing herself, she was that close.

The maddening thing was that this strange buildup now left her in a very precarious condition. She was so nervous she didn't know what to do next. She wanted to take a bite out of the podium, rape Mr. Spencer, do anything to relieve this horrible pressure which had been deliberately built up inside of her, and that now she had to deal with.

At last the automatic slide-show came to an end and the room's lights automatically brightened. Carolyn quickly flipped the pages to the correct position, and gratefully noticed that only one page remained until the end.

"Thank God!" she whispered. The conference was still a success and she could now go home and run around the block or something. "A cold shower, that's what I'll do," she thought, as she was finally able to get her breathing back under control.

Mr. Spencer smoothly wrapped things up and the conference was finally at an end as he said, ".and that concludes our presentation. Now, if you will all join me at the reception for some food and refreshments, you will have a chance of meeting some of the employees that you might be working with in the years to come."

"Shit, shit, shit!" thought Carolyn. She had forgotten all about the reception. But before she did anything, she had to go to the restroom and remove whatever they had impudently stuck to her crotch. "Probably a stupid sign or something", she thought.

She turned to leave the podium when Mr. Spencer hooked his right arm around her left.

"I'd like you to stay with me, Miss Lord. It seems our Prospective Client would like to meet you."

"Uh, that's great, but I really need to visit the." Carolyn tried to explain, when Mrs. Stevens and her entire party walked up to them, with Ms. Pendergast trailing along petulantly behind.

"Excellent presentation, Mr. Spencer, just excellent. I was most impressed."

"Thank you. I would like to introduce the person who really put it all together for us today, Miss Carolyn Lord."

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance at last, Miss Lord. You did a very professional job. Mr. Spencer here has had nothing but praise for your work, and now I can understand why," Abigail Stevens said, as she made an effort not to stare at the hem of Carolyn's very short dress. "It looks just like a suit jacket," she thought. "Very becoming, if a little out of place for an office. On the other hand, with those legs, who cares!"

"The honor is all mine, ma'am, but today was really the product of.of.of a great many people," the suddenly distraught Carolyn said. The unexpected sensations radiating from her crotch were incredible! "No!" her mind shouted. "It can't be, it just can't be!"

She clamped her thighs together, leaving her pidgin-toed, but it didn't help her at all. The feeling was so intense she couldn't believe it. "What the hell was going on?" her overwhelmed mind screamed as she fought an awesome desire to have an orgasm right there. Thankfully, the sensations then ceased just as mysteriously as they had begun.

"Phew," breathed the still shocked Carolyn.

"Are you are right, Miss?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's just been a long day, that's all."

"Please, call me Abigail. Well, let's us go to the reception and relax for a bit, eh?"

"Yes, ma'am, I mean Abigail. Whatever you say," Carolyn said, smiling.

"Smart girl!"

As they quickly walked to the lounge, Carolyn tried to keep her hands at her sides, to hold down the hem of her jacket, but Mr. Spencer insisted on holding one of her arms while Mrs. Stevens held the other. She was shocked to realize that Mrs. Stevens was staring down her cleavage, mesmerized by her lightly bouncing breasts, but there was nothing she could do about it. With her arms being held, she couldn't protect her chest at all!

All Carolyn could really think of was when the next attack on her pussy would come. Mrs. Stevens kept talking to her, but she heard not a word. She could only keep what she hoped was an attentive look on her face as she fought with her internal demons.

She had almost climaxed during that last violation. It was all she could do not to submit to it. "What the hell caused that?" her confused mind wondered. "After-effects from sitting on that damned carpet?"

Then she remembered. "Oh my God! That thing they put on my crotch! That's what's doing it!" And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it, until she could get away from everyone!

At the entrance to the lounge the sensations returned with a vengeance. Carolyn's eyes glazed over as she fought the terrible waves of pleasure spreading throughout her body. Her knees buckled and she would have fallen if Mr. Spencer and Mrs. Stevens had not been holding her arms.

They carried her by the arms into the lounge, to an easy chair. Carolyn gratefully sat down and at least had the presence of mind remember to cross her legs. She sat with her eyes closed, breathing heavily through her open mouth as the sensations between her legs continued. Mercifully, they stopped just before a search for smelling salts was launched.

Carolyn's eyes flickered open. She saw with horror a semi-circle of concerned people surrounding her.

"I'm fine, really," Carolyn told them breathlessly. "Just a little tired, that's all."

"It's OK," Mr. Spencer said to the group. "She's all right. Now, if you could all leave us alone for a moment, I'd appreciate it."

The crowd dispersed to the other parts of the large lounge, leaving Spencer and Carolyn alone.

"Why didn't you tell me before that you were sick?"

"I'm sorry," said the emotionally spent Carolyn. "It's just that the conference was so important."

"Nonsense," snorted Spencer.

Ms. Pendergast walked up to them. She knelt down beside the chair and looked with satisfaction at the stricken woman's flushed face. "Sam, she just needs to be alone and rest for a bit. I know all about her condition and I'll fill you in later."

"I'm fine. Honest," Carolyn lied. "I. I just need to be alone right now," she panted as the thing on her crotch abruptly caused a quick flash of overwhelming feelings. She crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself to keep from grabbing her crotch in front of everyone.

"OK, people. Let's gather up the food and drinks and move into the conference room," Mr. Spencer directed.

Soon the lounge was cleared except for Carolyn in her chair and a cluster of women silently watching her from across the room.

The members of the Daiquiri Group moved closer to their prey as soon as the door to the lounge was closed.

"Got you, you bitch!" the leader of the group said.

Breathing heavily, Carolyn could only look helplessly at them with uncomprehending eyes until she heard a quiet "snap".

"AAHHH!" she cried as her vagina exploded in uncontrolled spasms! The Daiquiri Group cheered and applauded as the stupefied Carolyn Lord doubled over, her body racked by her pulsating vagina.

The sensations coming from her crotch did not end as they had before, but continued on and on. She fell onto the floor, her hands between her thighs desperately holding her womanhood, her body shaking uncontrollably as she continued to orgasm. Finally, with Carolyn on the edge on unconsciousness if not madness, it stopped.

One of the women tossed a small controller on the floor beside the hapless Carolyn.

"Just in case you start to feel lonely," she said cruelly.

Laughing, the Daiquiri Group left the lounge in high spirits.

An hour later, Carolyn finally decided she was strong enough to get off of the floor. It was kind of comfortable being on the floor and she really hated to leave it. She had had a nice nap and felt much better. She knew the evil device was still attached to her, but she would deal with that later. First things first.

She stood on shaking legs, and surveyed the room. She was alone in the lounge, all signs of the reception were removed. She looked at the wall clock and saw that all of the day's planned events should have ended some time ago. She wondered if anyone else was left in the office as she started to totter slowly towards the door.

She was surprised when the door to the lounge flew open and an incensed Maria entered the room.

"You damn bitch!" she shouted at the mystified Carolyn. "I just found out what you did to Tiffany. Now that little bubble-headed idiot wants to marry the guy!"

Maria stopped directly in from of the passive Carolyn. "Damn you!" she screamed, spittle spraying on Carolyn's face. "I wanted her for me and you've just ruined everything! Everything!"

Maria was enraged at not getting a reaction from the stunned Carolyn. Without thinking, she grabbed the shoulders of Carolyn's jacket and pulled down on them. The jacket slid over Carolyn's smooth shoulders until it was bunched halfway to her waist, leaving her breasts bare and her arms helplessly bound by the jacket.

Carolyn looked down at her exposed breasts in puzzlement. "How did that happen?" her dazed mind wondered.

"I'll get a reaction from this cool bitch yet!" muttered Maria as she held the bunched front of Carolyn's jacket and ripped it open, causing the buttons to fly about the room. She pulled the jacket off of the unresisting woman and threw it by the door. She then dragged the submissive Carolyn over to a couch and pushed her face down over the couch arm. She reached down and took off Carolyn's shoes and threw them with the jacket.

Carolyn was now completely nude, her shapely hips draped over the couch arm, her ass high in the air and her breasts pressed into the rough material of the couch.

Her anger cooling, Maria looked with increasing pleasure at this inviting target. "OK," she thought. "If I can't have Tiffany, Carolyn will do nicely."

"This requires something suitable," she said. She looked about the room and saw a pile of newspapers and magazines. "Perfect!"

She walked over and selected a newspaper. Maria returned to Carolyn, twisting the paper into a tight roll. As she was coming back across the room, she unknowingly stepped on and crushed a small plastic object.

And Carolyn went insane.

Maria watched in wide-eyed amazement as Carolyn Lord, screaming, literally danced on the couch, her naked body twisting and turning, her arms and legs flailing.

"This chick is nuts!" she said and quickly fled the room, but not before taking Carolyn's jacket and shoes on her way out.

Part X

Tamiko had been freely wandering the firm's empty dark offices for almost a half hour before she discovered the missing Miss Carolyn Lord.

"Whoa! What a presentation that must have been," she said to herself when she saw Carolyn. She walked over to the prostrate woman to survey the damage.

Miss Lord was on her back, nude and unconscious, her legs splayed open over the couch arm. Carolyn's body was coated with drying sweat. It pooled between her breasts and at the base of her throat. Her hair was matted with it. Vaginal fluids were also drying on her, down the insides of her thighs and on the coushion beneath her. Tamiko quickly noticed the exciter attached to Carolyn's vulva. She tried out the local control and found the battery quite dead.

"You must have had quite a day, my precious."

Carolyn's beautiful body showed surprisingly few bruises, considering the kind of day Tamiko now understood Carolyn to have experienced. She looked around and saw no sign of Carolyn's suit or shoes.

"And I thought we played rough," she said, as she put her arms under Carolyn's and pulled her to a more comfortable and less exposed position on the couch.

"Why, our group can't touch the legal profession if this is how they treat their own," she thought. Her mother had always told her to never underestimate the value of a professional education, especially when it came to doing something really fun, like the corruption of the pure. "We must get some lawyers into the group" she mused. "Perhaps Carolyn would know of some likely candidates, now."

"Come on, my precious" Tamiko said quietly. "It is time to wake up and begin your new life."

Tamiko sat next to the nude woman. She reached between Carolyn's open thighs and fingered the exciter. As Tamiko thought, it was attached to her skin and pubic hair by a light adhesive. She swiftly pulled the exciter off of Carolyn's sensitive crotch, pulling out a few pubic hairs in the process, and, standing, placed it in the back pocket of her tight designer jeans.

"OW!" Carolyn screamed as her eyes flew open. She bolted upright and tightly held her wounded crotch with both hands. She looked around wildly for a moment until she saw Tamiko standing beside her.

"Tamiko! Oh, Tamiko!" Carolyn cried, jumping up and throwing herself naked into the waiting arms of her friend. "You wouldn't believe what happened to me," she sobbed, as she wrapped her arms tightly around the Japanese girl. "Everyone went crazy! They.they.."

"It's all right, my precious. You are safe now. You are safe with me. You will always be safe with me," Tamiko purred soothingly as her hands moved lovingly over Carolyn's sculptured naked back and buttocks.

"Oh, Tamiko," bawled Carolyn, "I'm so glad to see you! You can't imagine what they did to me!" Carolyn wailed as, heedless of her nudity, she clung desperately to the small teenager.

Overcome with relief at finally being safe with someone she could really trust, the beautiful Carolyn Lord cried and sobbed over all of the pain and public humiliations she had been forced to undergo today.

Tamiko casually dipped her right hand between Carolyn's thighs. She carefully inspected Carolyn's crotch with her skilled fingers, noting the very swollen labia. She inserted three fingers into the dry cuntal passage. It was still tight, yet there was a hint of looseness now which hadn't been there before. "You have been busy," she thought. She enjoyed the familiar feel of the hot, tight passage for a moment, then began a gentle motion with her fingers. Soon the channel was flowing with Carolyn's vaginal fluids.

Next, Tamiko cupped Carolyn's firm right breast with her left hand and carefully inspected the reddened nipple. She tilted her head and started to thoughtfully lick the surrounding aureole first, then the nipple itself. Her efforts were rewarded when the nipple quickly sprang errect. She moved to the left breast and did the same to it. When both nipples were as errect and hard as bullets, Tamiko shifted her mouth from breast to breast and continued her administrations evenly between the two proud orbs.

The sobbing Carolyn began to notice some familiar tinglings starting to occur. She was so distraught, and at the same time so relieved at seeing Tamiko, her mind simply dismissed them as unimportant. But the tinglings became more and more insistent, until she could ignore them no longer.

Carolyn fought to get her crying under control and find out what was happening to her.

"Tamiko. Tamiko, what are you doing to me?" she gasped between her decreasing sobs.

"Nothing, my precious," the Japanese teenager absently replied, intent upon completing her devilish work.

"But, Tamiko. You are! You are doing something to me. I can. I can feel it."

Tamiko didn't reply until she heard Carolyn's breath become quite heavy.

"Can you really?" Tamiko politely asked, her head between Carolyn's heaving breasts.

"Yes, I can," said the now panting Carolyn. "I can really feel you doing things to me."

"Oh," replied Tamiko, her right thumb now brushing Carolyn's vulnerable clitoris.

"You have to stop. Tamiko! You have to stop right. Aaaggh!" Carolyn cried as she unexpectedly climaxed under Tamiko's expert ministrations.

"No! Oh, No!" Carolyn wailed as she frantically clung to the Japanese exchange student, her tired body reacting strongly to this surprising occurrence. The strong pulsings of her vagina were almost painful to her, they had happened so often today.

Her body and mind now absolutely spent, Carolyn could only cling to Tamiko, her breasts heaving, her vaginal juices trailing unheeded down the inside of her thighs. Carolyn found herself drunk with fatigue. She could only stand and let Tamiko do with her whatever she willed. She was capable of nothing else.

"Look, you can tell me all about your problems later, my precious," Tamiko told her matter-of-factly. "Right now, let's get you dressed and home."

Tamiko led the pliant Carolyn over to where she had left the clothes she had bought for her.

"look at what I brought for you, Carolyn."

Carolyn turned her head and looked dully at the neatly folded pile on the sink counter.

"Now, step into these."

The bright red panties that Tamiko was pulling up her legs seemed different then what Carolyn was more used to wearing. The panties consisted of a low, simple triangle in front and a single narrow strip down the back that fitted between her buttocks and legs. Her dazed mind finally realized that Tamiko had gotten her a thong!

She couldn't wear that! If only she weren't so exhausted. She just didn't have the strength to protest. She just wanted to go home, and as long as Tamiko was going to take her there then everything else could wait.

Tamiko pulled the panties high and tight, so that the fabric was buried between Carolyn's buttocks and forced into her vulva.

Carolyn's new red bra came next. After Tamiko put it on her, Carolyn puzzled mind tried to figure out what exactly it was supposed to do for her. The slight harness did not contain and protect her breasts so much as it openly displayed them.

Next there were a tight pair of soft jeans. Carolyn stood passively as Tamiko pulled the jeans up her legs and hips. The jeans were so tight it took Tamiko three times to fasten them. "OK," thought Tamiko, "I'll be more careful with the jeans next time."

The mistake was understandable, really. After all, Carolyn Lord was Tamiko's first real-live Westerner to do with as she pleased.

Next, Tamiko placed the still pliant Carolyn into a button-down, white semi- transparent body shirt which clung to Carolyn like a second skin.

Last came a comfortable pair of sandals.

Tamiko took a moment to look at her new creation.

"Wow!" she breathed. "Even after all she went through today, she was still something to take the breath away," she thought. "Amazing. How lucky can I get?"

Leading her by the hand, Tamiko took the passive Carolyn back to her desk for a final check. Taking her wallet and key ring from the desk top, Tamiko led her passive charge to the reception area and the bank of elevators.

On their way down, Carolyn dimly realized that she was blacking out. One moment she was looking at weird underwear, the next she was standing in an elevator. She felt so tired, she was quite ready to lay down just about anywhere.

Some habits die hard. Even in her current exhausted state, Carolyn automatically checked her appearance in the polished doors of the elevator.

"Oh my!" she said. It was like being splashed with a bucket of cold water! Shocked out of her daze, she was horrified. These were not her clothes! All of a sudden, she felt naked. There she was, fully dressed and yet she felt absolutely naked. Her vulva was clearly defined under the tight fabric of her jeans. So for that matter were her breasts under the body shirt. She was totality exposed!

Carolyn was at a loss as to how she got dressed this way, let alone how she got into an elevator with Tamiko. "What was she doing here, anyway" she wondered.

"Tamiko, what am I wearing?" the embarrassed Carolyn asked.

"You are wearing your clothes, my precious."

Carolyn's tired mind thought that one over a bit. "My clothes?" she finally muttered. "These are not my clothes."

"Yes, they are. Well, sort of. You see, I had a feeling you might be ready for a change by now, so I bought you some things. I checked for your sizes at your apartment."

"You were. You were at my apartment?" asked the bewildered Carolyn.

"Of course. Since we're going to be seeing so much of each other from now on, I had a key to your apartment made this morning. Nice place, by the way. Anyway, since I was bringing you these presents, I'd thought I would just go over early and become comfortable with your things. I said I'd meet you today, and here I am."

"Oh. I see." Carolyn wondered vaguely what she had done with her suit and shoes.

"You brought my laundry?"

"My goodness. You are out of it. I gave those to Tiffany at your office late this morning. Don't you remember?"

"Uh, no I don't, actually. I'm sorry. It's just that I'm very, very tired. I'm not really sure I can even make the drive home right now."

"No problem. I'm here to take you to that very place."

"Why, thank you. I really appreciate that, honestly I do." With that, Carolyn lapsed into a silence which was not broken until the two arrived at Carolyn's apartment. Carolyn was so unaware that she didn't even notice, let alone comment on, when Tamiko used her own set of keys to get into and drive Carolyn's sensible subcompact car.

During the trip, Carolyn uneasily slept, not realizing that Tamiko had used her right hand to massage Carolyn's vulva the entire journey.

At Carolyn's apartment building, Tamiko used her copy of Carolyn's parking and building pass to enter the basement parking garage, and then get them up to Carolyn's apartment. Standing in front of her apartment door, Carolyn could only wait until Tamiko had let them in using her own keys.

Realizing that she was in her apartment at long last, Carolyn tried to think desperately of what she wanted to do here, but could not.

It was Tamiko who brought her into her bedroom and carefully undressed her. Nude, Carolyn automatically went to a dresser drawer and pulled out one of the nightgowns she inevitably slept in. After pulling it on, Carolyn staggered to the adjoining bathroom and relieved herself of a surprising amount of urine. Tamiko used the time to ready the queen-sized bed for Carolyn and herself.

Staggering back to the bedroom, the totally exhausted Carolyn Lord fell face down onto her bed. She did not move after that, even though the fall had worked the bottom of her nightgown up over the lower part of her buttocks, leaving them quite exposed.

Although it was still only late afternoon, Tamiko readied herself for bed. She undressed completely, then made herself a mug of tea. Thus fortified, she got into bed with Carolyn. She briskly took the nightgown off of the heavily sleeping woman and threw it to the floor. She flipped Carolyn over onto her back and lay down beside her. She pulled the covers over them both, and settled in for a long, well earned rest.

Tamiko's last thoughts concerned the future. Would her parents let her keep Carolyn for her very own, or would she have to give her back when she was done with school here and had to return to Japan. Either way, she was planning on having a great deal of fun with her for a very long time, indeed.

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when Carolyn finally awoke after a troubled sleep. She felt terrible. Her neck muscles were incredibly stiff from the constant tension of yesterday. Feeling the sheet on her sensitive breasts, she realized that she was naked again. She looked around and found her nightgown on the floor beside the bed. She sighed at the sight. "Can't I keep anything on anymore?" she thought.

After a refreshing shower she felt better, though not much. Her robe was missing from its usual place behind the bathroom door. "Must have left it in the laundry room again," she grumbled.

Carolyn, naked except for a towel wrapped around her wet hair, padded on bare feet from her bedroom through a narrow hall and small living room, and into the kitchen, on her way to the laundry room. It was only after she saw Tamiko, wearing her missing robe and grinning at her from the small kitchen table, that Carolyn realized she had a guest in her apartment.

"Oh my! I'm so sorry!" she sputtered as she quickly attempted to cover herself with the small bath towel. Unfortunately, it wasn't big enough to circle her body completely, so she could only just cover her front. She then tried to back out of the room, but Tamiko was up and over to her in a flash. Tamiko was soon holding a corner of the towel tightly in her hand. Carolyn knew she couldn't leave now without loosing her towel!

"Come. Sit with me at the table, my precious," Tamiko said as she led the protesting Carolyn by her towel to the kitchen table.

"But, Tamiko! Please, I really need to get something on first, and then I'll be right out."

"Oh, no you don't. We are all alone here. So sit, and keep me company."

Carolyn sat carefully, fully conscious of the flesh of her bare back and bottom pressing against the cold plastic chair. She was terribly flustered from sitting barely covered like this in the full light of day. "My God!" she thought. "I hope no one visits me this morning." How could she ever explain this?

"Tamiko, it's, uh, really great to see you this morning, but, what. what are you doing here?"

"You invited me, silly. Remember yesterday? When I drove you home from the office?"

"You drove me home? No, I don't remember." Carolyn held her lowered head in her hands and groaned, "Oh, my. Everything is so fuzzy. I can't think at all."

"It is all right, my precious. You have had a long day and are still a little tired. You should take it easy today and rest."

Tamiko stood up and went behind the distressed woman. She placed both hands on the base of Carolyn's aristocratic neck and began to work the stiff muscles there.

"Oooh. That feels good," murmured the surprised Carolyn. She eventually felt the stiffness in her neck simply melt away, yet Tamiko continued to work her muscles. Carolyn soon felt very dreamy.

Tamiko kept working with her hands, moving now over her shoulders. Carolyn's unsupported towel soon fell from her body and landed forgotten on the floor.

"Why must you keep calling me that?" Carolyn sleepily asked her friend.

"Calling you what?"

""My precious." It's so embarrassing."

"Because I want to. Now, tell me, my precious, what is really bothering you this morning?"

"How perceptive she is," Carolyn thought. "She's just a teenager, yet she can read me like an open book."

"I don't think I can work at the firm anymore," Carolyn said. "I believe terrible things happened there yesterday, just terrible."

"Terrible, in what way?"

"some people there took advantage of me. They did. things to me, terrible things!"

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. I am positive," Carolyn said quietly. "I can never set foot in that place again. I just couldn't!" Carolyn cried.

"Well, then. I know something which just might perk you up a bit," Tamiko said as she moved her hands down over Carolyn's breasts.

"Oh! Must you do that?"

"Yes, I must. Now, don't you want to know what I know?"

"What do you know?" Carolyn asked absently, her mind on other things.

"Do you know an Abigail Stevens?"

"Who?" Carolyn asked, not in the least interested, as Tamiko was now kissing the base of her neck as well as massaging her breasts.

"Mrs. Abigail Stevens."

"Stevens. Oh, yes. Now I remember. She was one of the representatives at the conference. Strange woman. She kept staring at my. at me."

"Well, she left some interesting messages on your answering machine yesterday."

"For me? Are you sure it wasn't a wrong number? I hardly spent five minutes with the woman."

"Quite sure. She said she got your home phone number from your boss as a favor, and started calling you from her cell phone as soon as she had left your firm."

"What could she possibly want from me?"

"It seems she was very impressed with your. your work and wanted to offer you what sounded like a very good job, working for her of course."

"Doing what?" asked the suddenly very wary Carolyn.

"Executive secretary. She said she had been looking for someone with just your paralegal experience for some time. She considered your performance on the presentation to be excellent, and your brief introduction afterwards as a most satisfactory interview. You are in, my precious, if you want to be."

"Oh. That's OK then. I don't know. The timing couldn't be better, and the position does sound tempting. But. Oh my, Tamiko! What are you doing to me??" Carolyn gasped.

"But. Go on, continue," Tamiko replied, kissing and licking the sensitive neck as her hands continued to work their magic on Carolyn's swollen breasts, her thumbs now brushing against the errect nipples.

"But, I don't know if I can really trust her. Maybe it was the way she kept looking at me, that always made me feel very nervous when I was around her."

"Oh, come on! What could possibly happen?" Tamiko said convincingly as her right hand crept under the table towards Carolyn's unsuspecting yet very inviting pussy.

End of Story (sigh.)