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"Shaken - Part 2"

By Orestes

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   Kaitlyn Parker couldn't force herself to sleep.

   For two weeks, she had lied to herself, and had suppressed the part
of herself that would search for the real answers. The Blueberry shakes
had made it easy, she realized. They suppressed anxiety. They made her
fit in with the other women.

   And even now, she longed to be that wonderful, uninhibited creature
who lived for sexual pleasure.

   Everything would be so easy if she would just give in to her
desires. However, there was a strong part of Kaitlyn that refused. It
was the same part of her that had left home in her late teens to pursue
academics despite the protests of her parents. It was the part of her
that had achieved a masters degree in less than four years, before
returning home for her parents' funeral.

   That stubborn, inquisitive part of Kaitlyn was reawakened as she
stumbled out of the office of Dr. Phil Connelly, with the tastes of
Pineapple and semen mingling in her throat. There was a swell of
emotions in her chest as she realized what she had just done.
Exhilaration. Depravity. Satisfaction. But somewhere within her, there
was also a deep sense of humiliation about what she was becoming.

   He hadn't even asked for it. She dropped to her knees, and invited
him into her mouth. She came twice while kneeling beneath him,
worshipping his cock.

   It was every bit the opposite of Kaitlyn's normally conservative
self, and as sexy as she felt at that moment, she absolutely knew that
it was the result of the Pineapple shake she had just greedily
consumed.

   So she lay in bed alone, her mind whirling through the events of the
last two weeks, and tried to keep herself from masturbating.

   When she woke from a fitful slumber the next morning, her body ached
from some unknown exertion. Kaitlyn's nipples had been sensitive for
over a week, and now felt even more swollen than before. Her stomach
and thighs seemed tight from exercise, although she had done nothing
physical the day before.

   A thought struck her.

   Goddamn, she scolded herself. I forgot about the e-mail I sent.
Maybe I'll be able to find some answers after all.

   The thought prompted her to dress quickly, and begin her walk to the
library. It had been a week since she sent the e-mail to her friend,
Ellen Caplan, asking for information about Baldwin Pharmaceuticals. A
sense of excitement filled her belly. As long as she stayed focused,
she had a chance of figuring out this whole bizarre chain of events.

   It wasn't until she approached the library that she became aware
that she had forgotten to wear her bra and panties today. She cursed
silently at the short skirt she had chosen in her haste. It wasn't like
her to be so careless.

   " Hi Katie, " chirped Amanda as Kaitlyn approached the front doors
of the little library building.

   " Amanda ? What are you doing here ? I don't have you scheduled
until the afternoon. "

   " Oh, I was just feeling a little restless, and I decided to come
down and check how you were doing. I was wondering what you needed to
see the doctor about yesterday ?"

   Kaitlyn felt self-conscious now. She was painfully aware that the
short skirt she was wearing was little cover for her bare ass and
pussy, and of how her swollen nipples must appear through the thin
blouse she wore today. But that wasn't all...

   Something about the way that Amanda was talking made her feel...
inferior. The young woman had never called her 'Katie' before. She was
probing for information. For gossip. It was like she knew that Kaitlyn
had switched to the stronger Pineapple shakes.

   Kaitlyn's face went red.

   " Why don't we go inside, " she said, smoothing down the front of
her skirt. " I need to talk to you about something. "

   The two women walked into the library office. Kaitlyn had a hard
time resisting her instincts to walk behind the younger girl.

   Kaitlyn sat at the computer, and breathed deeply. Even in her own
head, everything sounded crazy. She didn't know how her thoughts would
seem to anyone else. But if she had to trust anyone, it was Amanda. The
young woman looked up to her. Even idolized her in a way.

   " I think there's something wrong with the shakes we're drinking, "
Kaitlyn began. Amanda was smiling in an almost condescending sort of
way, but nodded for Kaitlyn to continue.

   " Please, Amanda, just listen carefully. I think I knew something
was wrong since the beginning. Some things about me changed in a way
that at first I thought was harmless. Suppression of anxiety...
increased assertiveness... sexual energy..."

   The younger woman laughed involuntarily.

   " What ?"

   " I don't know, Katie, it just seems like you're worrying yourself
over nothing. So you feel a little more self-confident and get a bit
horny when you drink the meal replacement shakes ? Is that anything to
get all worked up about ?"

   Kaitlyn's frustration was beginning to show as tears welled up in
her eyes. More than anything, she wanted Amanda to believe her. She
needed someone she could trust to stand by her.

   " No, you don't get it. Those are just the initial symptoms. The
more I drank the shakes, the more severe it became. There are physical
symptoms. My breasts are tender and swollen. So are my lips. I've lost
five pounds..."

   Amanda was shaking her head in amusement. Kaitlyn could tell that
she wasn't being taken seriously. When had this happened ? When had she
lost the younger girl's respect ?

   " God, Amanda, I really need you on my side. Everything is getting
out of control, and I can't trust myself to think straight. I think I'm
addicted to the shakes. I spend every moment craving my next taste, and
it gets worse every day. Think about it... try to think about how weird
it is that Penny and Erin are now acting like servants for the other
women in town, just because they're addicted to a different flavour...
and now me..."

   Through teary eyes, she watched the younger girl for a reaction.

   " I'm sorry, " Amanda giggled, " but it's hard to take you seriously
while you're spreading your legs like that. "

   Kaitlyn looked down at herself. It was a stupid, absent minded
motion, and it left her body completely exposed at the edge of her
seat. The lips of her pussy glistened from her almost constant state of
arousal. She quickly brought her legs together, and began to sob with
shame.

   " It's happening to me, Amanda. I can feel it. Dr. Connelly told me
that 20% of the women in the study were expected to develop a taste for
something more than Blueberry. It's happening to me, and I can't stop
it. Soon, I'll be just like Penny and Erin are. Weak and stupid. All of
the other women will know. They'll see me becoming a bimbo, and they'll
laugh about it, not seeing that they've been changed too. "

   Amanda's expression was slightly more sober. " You can't be serious
about this... there's no way you could ever end up like Penny. She's
not like us... she's..."

   " She's exactly where I'll be in a week. Tell me you can't feel it
already. You called me Katie this morning. You've never called me that
before. You have trouble taking me seriously now. It's only going to
get worse."

   The girl seemed to conflicted, possibly struggling with the same
feelings of incredulity that Kaitlyn had been wrestling with for over a
week.

   " Okay, what if I believe you. What do you want me to do ?"

   " I don't know. I need a couple of weeks to investigate everything.
In the meantime, I don't think that I can force myself to quit the
shakes. I just need you to look out for me. "

   " I will... I promise. "

   Kaitlyn stood and hugged the young woman. It felt so good to have
someone on her side. At the same time, she realized that with the
difficulty she had in convincing even her most loyal friend that
something was wrong, it would be impossible to convince the others. It
would just be the two of them, and she hoped it would be enough.

   For the rest of the morning, Kaitlyn locked herself into the library
office while Amanda handled the customers. She tried not to think about
the rumours that would begin circulating about her just outside the
office doors.

   The way the women would laugh... for some reason it made her wet
just to think about it.

   Despite herself, Kaitlyn almost felt like she deserved their
contempt. After all, she *was* drinking Pineapple now, and that made
her lower than them. Weaker.

   Kaitlyn opened her e-mail account anxiously, and found a message
waiting from Ellen.

   ' Sorry, Kaitlyn, but Baldwin Pharmaceuticals is a privately held
firm, and so there's little public information in our files. I can only
tell you that they seem to be a fairly young company, and have been in
business for less than five years. I hope you find what you're looking
for. '

   The librarian was determined that she would. She began to send out
requests for information to anyone she could think of. Government
agencies. Trade magazines. Public records. She fought through the haze
that was clouding her thoughts to look for answers.

   By the time the library doors closed, and Amanda popped her head in
the door to say goodbye, Kaitlyn had left phone messages and e-mail
inquiries with dozens of potential information sources.

   Then she was alone in the building, and her hunger returned. As she
stood to clear her head, her legs almost gave out.

   Kaitlyn looked herself in the mirror, and could see herself
trembling. The subtle changes in her appearance were beginning to add
up. Her lips were pouty and red, even without make-up. The here eyes
were lit with lust, and her cheeks flushed with desire. She needed it
now, more than ever, and she instinctively knew that even the powerful
calming effects of the Blueberry shakes wouldn't help her. She needed
Pineapple.

   She gathered her purse, and quickly locked up the library. As a cool
breeze blew down the street, she felt it play on the bare skin beneath
her skirt. Her tender nipples were clearly visible through her thin
blouse.

   As much as the slutty appearance bothered her, Kaitlyn knew that she
couldn't wait until she arrived home to get a shake. She walked quickly
across the street towards the general store. She would have to get a
new case of shakes sometime anyhow.

   Luckily, there were no cars parked in front of the store when she
arrived. That was a good sign.

   " Good affer'noon, " greeted Mrs. Applebee.

   " Oh, hi, " said Kaitlyn, scanning the aisles nervously to make sure
she was indeed alone.

   " What can I do you for today ?" The woman had an outrageous
southern accent that all the school children made fun of after visiting
the store for candy. They would wander into the library afterwards with
sticky hands, and a new stock of southern slang that drove Kaitlyn nuts.

   " Um... I need more of the shakes. "

   " Awl right. Luckily, the doctor brought down s'more of the
Blueberry un's, 'cause I was runnin' straight out. "

   The woman bent to retrieve a package from under the counter.

   " No, I need the..." Kaitlyn's face went totally red as she
stammered out the words. " I ...um... I mean, I've switched to... um...
Pineapple. "

   Mrs. Applebee seemed more surprised by Kaitlyn's sudden nervousness
than her request for the Pineapple shakes. " That's jus' fine, deary.
It ain't no trouble for me. I'll jus' go out back and get y'all a case
of the Pineapple drink. "

   Once again, Kaitlyn scanned the store, and nervously glanced at the
door. She tried to calm herself, but it was no use. The more she
thought of the humiliation of switching to the Pineapple flavour, the
more aroused the became. Then, of course, with the new arousal, came a
new wave of shame.

   The southern woman stomped around in the back room, searching
through boxes of merchandise, leaving Kaitlyn staring at the wall
behind the counter. Her eyes were drawn there, to the adult magazines
on the wall. Suddenly, she wanted them very badly. The women on the
covers were posed provocatively, their lips spread in mock lust.

   She couldn't. Not after the way the other women had mocked Erin
Hansen the previous week for buying magazines.

   Maybe...

   Kaitlyn tried to banish these nasty thoughts from her head.

   But maybe... if she bought the magazines, she could prevent herself
from repeating the way she had thrown herself on Dr. Connelly the
previous day. She just needed something to get rid of her sexual energy.

   " Here they are, deary. " Kaitlyn was stirred from her contemplation
of the porn magazines as Mrs. Applebee re-entered the room. The older
woman set a case of Pineapple shakes down on the counter.

   " Thanks, " Kailyn said, " Could I have a bag for that ?"

   She hoped she wouldn't run into any of the other women on the way
home.

   " Oh, and... " she couldn't stop herself from saying, " I need... a
couple of those magazines. "

   Mrs. Applebee looked over her shoulder, as if unaware that she even
carried the porn magazines. "You mean the girly magazines ?"

   Kailyn's pussy moistened with excitement. She could feel some of the
wetness gathering on her bare thighs as her humiliation deepened. "
Yes. "

   The store owner paused, waiting for Kaitlyn to choose some of the
titles. Kailyn's legs were trembling, both in anticipation of the nasty
images in the skin magazines, and of the Pineapple shake she would soon
be slurping down.

   " Just give me a couple. Any of them. I don't care. "

   The woman dropped two magazines into a brown paper bag, and handed
them over the counter.

   " Do you want to pay cash, or should I jus' put those on your
account, deary ?" The woman was trying not to embarrass Kaitlyn, but
the librarian's face was completely red with shame.

   " On my account, " Kaitlyn could barely manage to say, and then
picked up the bags with the porn magazines and, more importantly, the
Pineapple shakes.

   She stepped out into the street again, her body screaming for
attention. Every thought was centred on getting her next taste of the
Pineapple drink. It was almost more than she could bear. In
desperation, she looked for a private spot where she could stop and
drink the shake. The first place that caught her eye was the dumpster
beside the general store.

   Kaitlyn walked unsteadily into the alleyway, checking the street to
see if anyone was passing by. Quickly, she stepped around the garbage
bin. It didn't completely hide her from the street, but it would have
to do. She just hoped nobody drove by at the wrong moment.

   Her excitement growing, Kaitlyn set the bags down on the ground, and
rummaged through them for a one of the shakes she craved so badly.

   From the street, she could hear a car pulling up to the store. Damn.
She hoped no one had spotted her kneeling in the alleyway, eagerly
pulling open one of the plastic containers. She desperately hoped that
the garbage bin been enough cover.

   Despite her anxiety about the vehicle now stopped in front of the
store, Kaitlyn couldn't wait another moment for the Pineapple shake.
The sweet aroma rose through the air, and in another moment, she was
coaxing the warm sticky liquid into her mouth.

   Then it all came to her: the rush of sexual energy, the lack of
inhibition, acceptance of her position in the hierarchy of women.

   When the container was empty, Kaitlyn held it near her lips, and
began to scoop the warm liquid out with her fingers, licking each one
in turn. The pleasure was intense. Finally, she dropped the plastic
container into one of the garbage cans beside her, and reached for her
bags again.

   Then she froze.

   While rifling through the bags, one of the porn magazines had
slipped out, and was laying open on the ground. The image on the page
was of two women, one extending her tongue ever so close to the other's
pussy. Kaitlyn's body shuddered with a rush of excitement.

   From out front of the store, she could hear the car's engine still
running. She could hear a male and a female voice conversing. There was
still a chance they hadn't seen her. Maybe they were talking about
something else, she fooled herself.

   Kaitlyn could hear the sound of her own breathing as she knelt
forward and turned the page of the magazine. The new images on the next
page pushed her arousal even deeper. She needed an orgasm now just to
think straight.

   Spreading her knees apart, she reached under her short skirt to the
moist and swollen lips of her pussy. With the mixed aroma of Pineapple
and garbage in her nostrils, everything about this scene felt right. It
felt good to be dressed like a whore, in a short skirt and no panties.
It felt perfect to be on her knees in an alleyway, hidden only by the
garbage bins.

   And, more than anything, it felt wonderful to be pushing two and
then three fingers at a time into herself as she leafed through page
after page depicting naked whores in mindless poses. Mindless. It felt
so good to allow herself to be that way for a moment. It was such a
struggle to keep her mind on anything other than sexual pleasure.

   She began to whimper lightly as a small shudder of orgasm wracked
her body, but as soon as the little climax escaped her, she could feel
another, larger orgasm coming on.

   The conversation was closer now. The male and female voices were
near the entrance to the alleyway. Maybe they wouldn't come, she tried
to deceive herself again, but even in this mindless state, she knew it
was a lie.

   Frantically, she rubbed her wet opening, hoping against reason that
she could satisfy herself before they came upon her. She could hear
their foot steps just around the other side of the bin.

   On the page, one of the women straddled the face of the other. In
her mind's eye, she imagined herself as the woman on her back,
extending her tongue lewdly for the camera. The imagined the woman
above as her friend Amanda. This so closely mirrored the fantasies that
Kaitlyn had been harbouring ever since beginning on the shakes, that
she gasped aloud with pleasure.

   They were nearly behind her now. In desperation to cum, Kaitlyn
leaned forward amongst the garbage, and put her face to the glossy page
of the magazine. She let her tongue roam along the image of the woman's
pussy, suspended above the other woman's face.

   In this position, with her face lowered to the magazine, but her ass
still raised in the air, she could feel her short skirt fall up around
her waist. Her bare ass and pussy were fully exposed as she continued
to frantically rub herself towards an intense climax.

   It was at this moment that the couple found her. Kaitlyn couldn't
stop herself. She was moments away from cumming. She didn't even look
up at them, although she could see their shadows on the ground beside
her.

   She just pumped her hips back and forth, and relished the special
humiliation of being found here, amongst the garbage, openly
masturbating while letting her tongue play across the lewd image of a
porn magazine.

   " Oh my god, is that... ?" the male voice started.

   " It's Katie Parker... from the library," finished the female voice,
with some amount of amusement.

   Through a new wave of utter humiliation, Kaitlyn could feel her body
shaking in climax. Her fingers dripped with her juices as her body
began to buck, and she moaned wildly against the magazine. She could
feel their eyes on her as she completed the degrading scene for them by
collapsing onto the garbage coated surface of the alleyway and
thrashing about in pleasure.

   By the time she caught her breath, and looked up from the magazine,
the couple was gone. Left behind was the dirty, shameful feeling that
tickled Kaitlyn's pussy with lingering pleasure. Quickly, she scooped
up her bags, and headed home.

   She dreaded what was sure to happen the following day. The rumour
would spread quickly amongst the tight circle of women who were on the
product trial. Kaitlyn started out early for work the next morning,
hoping to avoid seeing anyone in the street. She reminded herself to
wear panties today, but couldn't find a bra that would fit her
comfortably now. Her smallish breasts were almost a full cup size too
larger than her conservative bras. Kaitlyn had to settle for a light
sweater that wouldn't reveal her constantly erect nipples.

   Once at the library, she sat down in the office, and began to write
another e-mail.

   This one was to a medical journal.

   It was hard to keep her mind on what she was writing. A part of her
was craving to go out and interact with the other women. They would
further humiliate her, she knew, but a part of her longed to take her
place, however low, in the hierarchy of the women.

   She kept the e-mail simple. ' Please don't delete this e-mail. It's
a serious request. I'm hoping you can point me towards any research
into a drug that is similar to female hormones. It would induce extreme
sexual arousal, amongst other mental and physical side effects.
Anything you can send would be of help. "

   Truthfully, she didn't hold out too much hope. The early responses
from the previous day's requests were beginning to appear in her
account, and each was more disappointing than the last. There was very
little information to be found anywhere regarding Baldwin
Pharmaceuticals.

   Luckily, most of the women stayed away until Amanda began her shift
in the afternoon. Once the younger librarian was there, though ,the
local women began to congregate. They chatted and joked with each
other, and with Amanda. The way they kept looking at Kaitlyn gave her
little shivers of arousal. She just knew they were talking about her.

   She tried to ignore it, and loaded up her book cart to re-shelve
some books, but every time she came anywhere near the women, there
would be a few moments of silence as they whispered amongst themselves,
followed by a round of laughter.

   The message was clear. She was no longer *one* of them. Until she
accepted her position as subservient, she would be the butt of their
jokes.

   " Amanda, may I see you in the office please ?" Kaitlyn tried to
sound assertive in front of the other women, but it didn't come out
quite right. Even Amanda joined the laughter on that one. Nonetheless,
she broke away from the other women, and led the way to the office.
Kaitlyn followed behind obediently.

   " My god, Kaitlyn, I just heard about last night. Is it true ?"

   Kaitlyn's face went red. " Yes."

   " And I suppose you're going to blame this on the shakes ?"

   " Yes... I mean... no. I mean, I don't know. I just can't seem to
control myself much anymore. If I just had more self control, I
wouldn't have let myself do it. Oh god, Amanda. You must think so
little of me now. "

   The younger woman paused. " I'll admit, it's pretty hard to take you
seriously after I heard the rumours. But you're my friend, Kaitlyn, and
I've always respected you. If you say it's the shakes, I want to help
you to figure it all out. "

   " Thank you. " Kaitlyn hugged the young woman again, trying to
suppress the sexual urge sink to her knees and show her appreciation
more directly. " I'm going to keep on trying, but I have to find a way
to control myself. That's the most important thing right now. "

   For the rest of the day, Kaitlyn fought to keep her dignity amongst
the town women. It was hard. She got the feeling that they could
*smell* that she had switched to Pineapple flavour. Combined with the
rumour that was surely circulating about her, Kaitlyn couldn't even
meet the eyes of the other women.

   She couldn't deny it. They would know. It was just a matter of time
until she ended up like Erin or Penny, moronically serving every whim
of the other women.

   As the library closed, she could feel her appetite for the Pineapple
shake growing again. She had eaten a light lunch, but the food had
seemed lifeless compared to the wonderful texture and aromas of the
meal replacement shakes.

   One thought dominated her mind.

   I have to find a way, she reminded herself. I have to find a way to
stop myself from slipping further. One more public humiliation would
end it. She could never redeem herself after that.

   Quickly, she walked towards home. Since she had returned, she had
taken to walking instead of driving. It was probably just a habit from
her university days. Besides, she didn't much enjoy driving the
oversized pick-up truck she inherited from her father.

   Now, though, that was her destination. It was her escape. The only
way she could prevent herself from another humiliating scene... the
only way she could be sure... was to get into that truck and drive away
before drinking the next shake.

   The engine roared in the rusty old truck as Kaitlyn pulled it out of
the garage for the first time in months. On the passenger's seat was
the package of Pineapple shakes, and, for some impulsive reason, the
two porn magazines she had bought the previous day.

   It wasn't long before she was driving too fast on a rural road, and
the crotch of her panties were soaked in anticipation of her next taste
of the fragrant shake. She tried to resist for as long as she could.
She needed just a few minutes to get far away from town before she
could finally indulge herself.

   Direction didn't matter. The large truck bounced up and down from
the uneven surface of the road, feeding another sensation to Kaitlyn's
aroused body. In response, she pressed the gas down further, and
enjoyed the responsive rush of power from the engine. Finally, when she
couldn't suppress her sexual urges any longer, she hastily slammed down
on the brakes, and pulled off to the side of the road...

   Right in front of the 'Paddock Pub'. An involuntary shudder went
down Kaitlyn's spine.

   The Paddock was well known locally as a strip club. It was, in fact,
the only strip club within miles, and served the needs of three local
towns, and traffic on the nearby highway. The parking lot was jammed
full of cars and trucks for tonight's show.

   Some part of Kaitlyn must have known that she was driving in this
direction. She couldn't believe she could be so stupid. Had she really
meant to bring herself here, she wondered, or was it just another
mistake to prove how dull her mind was becoming.

   Whatever the reason, her timing couldn't have been worse. Wednesday.
Amateur night.

   Thoughtlessly, one hand drifted down to her damp crotch. All her
life, the local folk had talked about this place in hushed tones. It
was like a dirty little secret. Sitting here now, thinking her dirty
little thoughts, Kaitlyn couldn't help but fantasize about what it
would be like to walk through those doors. It would be so naughty of
her to step into the room filled with  odours of beer, smoke and sex,
and watch these bimbos display their tits for the audience.

   With her other hand, she popped open one of the plastic containers,
and raised the Pineapple shake to her lips.

   As soon as the thick drink was on her tongue, her decision was made.

   One step out of the truck, and she dropped the plastic container to
the ground.

   On her next step, she wiped her mouth with her hand.

   Each step toward the pub brought a new level of excitement. Her
heart pounded in her ears as the thrill of obscenity raced through her
mind. She thought of the thrill of walking in to the strip club,
surrounded by men. She thought of the way they would undress her with
their eyes.

   Aided by the sweetness of the Pineapple shake, her imagination
rushed to the next step. She imagined how horny it would make her to
watch some horny slut shaking her body on the stage. Kaitlyn knew how
wet that would make her. Then, inevitably, she would lose control of
her inhibitions, and climb onto the stage herself.

   She knew exactly how the artificial lust of the sticky Pineapple
would make her unable to resist the lure of exposing herself to these
unknown men. She could already feel her swollen nipples pressing
against the fabric of her sweater, and aching to be released.

   The more she thought about it, the more it turned her on. She was
nearing the doorway now, and her body buzzed with anticipation.
Everything about this felt wonderful. She would open her legs for these
men, and show them how wet she was. She would linger at the edge of the
stage, holding out her breasts for their eyes.

   The door opened and Kaitlyn stepped in.

   A mischievous smile crossed her face as the men began to gawk at
her. Everything about her radiated sex.

   Then she saw them. At one table, three of the town women were
sitting, watching the show. Suddenly, Kaitlyn's stomach was filled with
anxiety again. Jenna Klein looked her way, and their eyes met.

   Kaitlyn could hide nothing. These women knew. Jenna nudged her
friends, and they too looked her way. The women laughed amongst
themselves. They knew exactly what she was here for. Kaitlyn felt like
they could actually smell her uncontrolled arousal through the smoky
air of the strip club.

   *They* were here to watch.

   *She* was here to dance for them.

   It took all of Kaitlyn's will to back out of the door into the cool
evening air.

   More than anything, she wanted to go back in there, and display her
body like the cheap slut she was becoming. But not in front of Jenna.
Not in front of the other women. The way she knew they would watch her,
with amusement, made her wet with humiliation.

   Her heart was in her throat.

   Stay or go.

   If she had paused an instant longer at the door, she would have been
lost. Kaitlyn knew it. She pressed down the gas pedal further, racing
back towards town. She needed release. She needed it more than anything.

   When she reached her destination, she slammed the brakes again,
letting the tires screech their disapproval. The large truck came to a
stop, and Kaitlyn stumbled out the door.

   She knocked on the door three times loudly, and then three times
again.

   Open the door, she begged. Please.

   " Katie ?"

   " Please Amanda, let me in, I need your help so badly. "

   The teenager showed her confusion in her expression. Kaitlyn was
shaking.

   " Oh, god, Amanda. I can't tell you what I almost did. If you don't
help me, I'll probably go back. I can't control myself. "

   " It's okay, Katie. Come in. "

   Kaitlyn stepped into the warmth of Amanda's house. In the living
room, her boyfriend was laying back on the sofa, watching a movie.
Amanda pulled her boss aside, into the kitchen.

   " I know it now, Amanda. I know I really *can't* control myself. I
need you to do it for me. I need you to control me... sexually. If you
don't do it, someone else will. You're the only one I can trust. You're
the only one who knows about the shakes. "

   The young woman seemed stunned by Kaitlyn's manner, but recovered
quickly. She stepped close to her friend, and took her shaking body
into her arms.

   " It's all going to be fine, Katie..." she said soothingly.

   Kaitlyn could feel the control of the younger woman wrapping around
her. This felt right. She needed one of the other women to control her.
One of the women who drank Blueberry. She needed to belong to one of
these women. This would make everything better.

   " You poor thing, " Amanda continued. " You really do need someone
to take care of you. I'll take care of all of your needs. "

   Kaitlyn could feel herself melting into her friend's arms. Her cheek
brushed against Amanda's, sending a shiver of lust through her. The
girl was warm, and soft, and smelled like blueberries. One of Amanda's
hands slipped under her skirt, and softly played along the moist crotch
of Kaitlyn's panties.

   " Mmmm. This is where you belong. You stay here a minute, and I'll
talk to Brad. He's going to enjoy helping me to break you in. "

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