The Return of Carolyn Lord 
(F+/F, Reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com

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

High-Standard Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction.  It is 
intended for Adults Only, so if you're not-- then go 
away.  It is not intended for sale, but if you'd like to 
pass it around, feel free.  Just keep the header and text 
as is and all will be well.  Enjoy!


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part One

   It was the night before her first day at the new job, 
and 30-year old Miss Carolyn Lord was feeling extremely 
nervous about the whole thing.  It was very late, yet 
Carolyn still remained in her tub of now tepid bath 
water.  It was so comforting and peaceful just sitting 
there.  The world outside had become just too confusing 
for her to ever willingly leave this tub again.  
   To make herself feel better, she thought about her new 
well-paid position working for the unusual Mrs. Stevens, 
but it did not really help.
   Mrs. Abigail Stevens was a company's representative at 
a disastrous conference which Carolyn had attended two 
weeks ago.  Of course, she was aware that Mrs. Stevens 
had nothing to do with those terrible things that 
happened to her that fateful day at the hands of her 
former co-workers.
  Yet, it was still with extreme misgivings that she had 
accepted the position so strangely offered that Saturday  
by Mrs. Stevens as her executive secretary.  She didn't 
entirely trust the woman, for reasons she couldn't 
exactly explain, but she was between jobs at the moment 
and that always made her feel very insecure.  
   The way the woman kept staring at her the day of the 
conference!  
   With all that had happened, she could still feel Mrs. 
Stevens' eyes burning into her own.  Weird!
   But then, after that one terrible weekend she didn't 
feel very secure about much of anything.  Except Tamiko, 
of course.  The small Japanese exchange student currently 
staying with her was the only person Carolyn felt she 
could be sure of not to try and take advantage of her.  
She knew she could trust the girl implicitly.  
   She thought of others who had deliberately violated 
her trust in them.  She had worked diligently as a 
paralegal in the same law firm for five years, and had 
earned a position of respect.  Her recent betrayal and 
humiliation at the hands of her supposed co-workers had 
destroyed her ability to have faith in anyone else, for 
the moment anyway.  It was only Tamiko who had somehow 
always managed to be present whenever she was needed the 
most, to rescue her from whatever mess she had gotten 
herself into at the time.
   In fact it was only through the gentle urgings of 
Tamiko that she had considered the job offer at all.
   After that disastrous last Saturday at the firm,  
Carolyn had wanted absolutely nothing to do with her 
former co-workers or anyone even remotely associated with 
them.  That next Monday she had mailed in her carefully 
worded resignation, saying that for reasons of a personal 
nature she was quitting the firm and for them to box up 
her personal belongings and leave them for later pickup 
at the receptionist's desk.  She also mentioned she was 
entitled to the firm's standard package of two-month's 
severance pay.
   It was Tamiko who, by checking with her college 
professors, discovered that Mrs. Stevens' company was a 
highly regarded manufacturer of furniture, among other 
things.  The general consensus was that anyone who had a 
chance to work there should do so, as it was a profitable 
company with excellent prospects and had an honest 
commitment to worker satisfaction.
   So Carolyn called the number Mrs. Stevens had left for 
her on her home answering machine, and arrangements were 
made to begin the formal process of recruitment.  But 
first, she knew that before she could do anything, she 
had to finish with her former employers.
   As Carolyn had vowed never to set foot in her old firm 
again, it was of course Tamiko who called to make sure 
that all was ready and later went to retrieve Carolyn's 
things from that hateful place.  

   Carolyn looked uncertainly at the cardboard box now 
sitting on her small kitchen table, before she 
reluctantly began to go through the contents.
   Aside from her personal effects, in the box Carolyn  
found a large sealed envelope.  It contained a letter of 
regret for her sudden decision to depart the firm, and a 
second letter to be used as a reference as needed for her 
future employers. It also contained a photo taken at the 
last Christmas party, signed by all the firm's employees 
who wished her well on her new endeavors.
   The photo she immediately burned in her sink, then 
flushed the still-smoking ashes down the garbage 
disposal.
   After going back to the envelope, a surprised Carolyn  
noticed two checks.  One was a severance check for six 
times the amount to which she knew she was entitled.  The 
second was a bonus check of ridiculous size for her 
efforts in bringing about such a successful conference.
   A sudden flash of anger passed through her, then faded 
to nothing.  "Successful!" she muttered.  "Successful!"  
The humiliation of that day came back with a terrifying 
suddenness, and Carolyn felt faint.  She collapsed on one 
of the two kitchen chairs with a sigh.  Carolyn fought to 
retain her composure as she looked at the two checks in 
her shaking hand.  Tamiko came up behind her and started 
massaging the tense muscles of her neck.
   Carolyn was too tired and too unsure of anything any 
more to do something as drastic as to follow her first 
impulse, which was to send both checks back and demand 
what little was really due her.     
   Setting aside the checks, Carolyn looked over the 
reference with a grim satisfaction.  She then raised it 
over her head to show it to an eagerly awaiting Tamiko.
   "How many ways can you say 'excellent'?" Carolyn asked 
her friend dryly.
   "How wonderful for you," Tamiko replied.  "But, it is 
only what you truly deserve."  
   "Are you sure?" 
   Tamiko looked down from the glowing reference to see 
her beautiful Carolyn sitting before her with silent 
tears running down her cheeks.  Tamiko carefully replaced 
all of the documents in the envelope and returned it to 
the box. 
   Holding her by the hands, the Japanese teenager raised 
the quietly weeping woman to her feet.  Carolyn stood 
pliantly as Tamiko held the distressed woman tightly in 
her arms.  Carolyn circled her own arms around her 
friend's slender waist.  She was wondering what would 
become of her, when Carolyn was startled to suddenly feel 
Tamiko's plush lips on her own, while the girl's hands 
had begun to knowingly knead Carolyn's firm buttocks 
through the fabric of her thin summer shorts and tight 
panties.
   Even with Tamiko's distractions, Carolyn still felt 
haunted.  She could never get over the disturbing fact 
that the outbreak of sex-madness which inexplicably 
erupted throughout the office that horrible Saturday, 
coincided with the one day she had to go to work without 
wearing any underclothes at all.  She didn't even have a 
blouse on with her suit.  
   Her clothes were not available that day because of an  
amazing set of circumstances.  She had spent the night 
before at Tamiko's apartment, following the strange 
initiation of someone from her old firm into an unusual 
group of Tamiko's friends.  In the process of the 
initiation, her own clothes had somehow become so soiled, 
even damaged, that she had nothing for the office that 
next day.  
   She had also experienced some of the most bizarre sex 
fantasies of her life that strange Friday night.  It all 
seemed so real, too!  Thankfully, as Tamiko had explained  
to her the next day, it was just her own imagination 
running wild.  
   It was her secret belief that she herself and her own 
slutty nature were really to blame for what happened to 
her at the office on Saturday, that she was the unwitting 
cause of her own downfall.  She couldn't deny that she 
had secretly felt deliciously naughty being in the office 
like that, at least in the beginning.  Was that the 
trigger? she wondered.  It was a miserable thought, but 
one which followed her around her apartment like a dark 
cloud.  It was all her fault!
   Even now, with someone who was just staying over a few 
days trying to comfort her, she guiltily felt a familiar 
sweet melting sensation begin to penetrate her grief, a 
slight trembling of anticipation in her belly.  Why did 
she keep reacting to people in such harmless situations 
in this unnatural way?  What was wrong with her?
   She knew she felt deeply about this mere girl who was 
proving to be such a comfort to her in her time of 
troubles, yet she also knew that Tamiko, like any child, 
could get a little overly demonstrative at times and this 
caused Carolyn to get very nervous indeed.

   When she felt Tamiko's tongue start to work its way 
between her teeth Carolyn felt an urgent need to break 
off the delightful kiss.
   "Tamiko, please!" the blushing Carolyn said.  "You 
know I don't like it when you do that."  She gently 
pushed the girl's hands away from their embarrassing grip 
on her sensitive behind.
   "Yes, I know," breathed Tamiko as she clamped her 
mouth over the protesting Carolyn's once again, her hands  
returning to the woman's enchanting buttocks.  Tamiko's 
tongue dueled with Carolyn's before taking possession of 
Carolyn's moist mouth, running freely inside the woman's 
oral cavity before pulling out again.
   Tamiko's sudden assault on her mouth left Carolyn 
shocked and gasping for air.  Tamiko's kisses always had 
that effect on her.  From the moment their lips would 
touch, it wouldn't matter where they were or what they 
were doing, but Carolyn could feel this electric charge 
surge through her entire being, and she would go 
positively limp.  No one had ever had that effect on her 
before and she just did not understand it!
   Of course, there was quite a few things going on in 
her life right now that she found absolutely baffling.  
Normally a very decent person, Carolyn knew that her 
young friend had this strange habit of taking her  
completely by surprise with some childish routine (like  
just now, when the teenager was so freely touching her), 
leaving her feeling very embarrassed and usually quite 
breathless.  Yet, Carolyn was always surprised to find 
that, after being agitated by Tamiko's astonishing 
behavior, whatever black mood she had helplessly found 
herself drifting into would completely vanish.  It was 
one of the things that made her care for the Japanese 
teenager all the more.
   The woman looked upon her young guest with a 
constantly growing sense of affection.  Tamiko, wise far 
beyond her years, had proved to be a God-send to the 
troubled Carolyn.  The events of that horrible weekend 
had severely shaken her self-confidence, not to mention 
her self-respect.  Nothing in her previous experience had 
even come close to those astonishing, even bizarre few 
days.  Oddly, her nipples became terribly erect just from 
her thinking about the still hazy events which had 
altered her life forever.
   Something happened to her that weekend.  It spite of 
all the horror and humiliation she had endured or even 
just imagined, something fundamental had been changed 
inside of her.  There now existed a weird burning deep in 
her, a burning which had never existed before.  She had 
become obsessed with thoughts about sex.  Everything 
around her seemed to assume a strange erotic glow.  The 
oddest things now affected her.  It was as if a fire had 
been lighted deep within her, a fire which she certainly 
did not want but which she knew was now a part of her all 
the same.  A fire which threatened to burst joyously out 
of control at any moment.
   But burst joyously at what?
   Carolyn Lord was a woman who believed in absolute 
self-control at all times, and the existence of the fire 
scared her.  
   "Thank God for Tamiko," she thought.  "Thank God."  
   Although a solitary person by nature, without the 
calming presence of the Japanese girl living with her, 
Carolyn didn't know how she would have survived the last 
two weeks.  The girl was her rock.  She could go to the 
teenager for comfort and understanding of her recent 
tumultuous, confusing life whenever she felt the need, 
and the girl would always be there for her, never fail 
her in her time of need.  It was a debt she knew she 
could never repay.
   Even her most private, intimate thoughts could be 
shared without risk of embarrassment or shame to either 
of them.  Tamiko even encouraged her to do so, to always 
tell her of such things for her own good.  And it was 
good, Carolyn knew, being finally able to really talk 
about the important things with someone who cared about 
her as a person.
   Yet, she knew she could not tell her friend about the 
fire.  Her own recent slutty behavior disturbed Carolyn 
bad enough, but the fire was something else again.  She 
did not want to lessen herself in front of her friend any 
more than she probably already had done.  Even though 
much of what Tamiko unknowingly did around the apartment 
seemed to encourage the fire, Carolyn knew that it was up 
to her fight this thing within her.  It was not young 
Tamiko's problem at all, but Carolyn's.
   The Japanese girl was too fine a person, Carolyn knew, 
to even realize that she was bothering her in such an 
unusual way.  Her guest was very polite, fastidious, 
intelligent, and possessed of an oriental loveliness that 
Carolyn found strangely compelling.  Yes, Carolyn found 
her friend to be a perfect companion for her.  Well, 
almost perfect anyway.
   "If only she didn't act so damn peculiar all the 
time," Carolyn thought.  It was just the way her luck had 
been running lately that her new best friend happened to 
be something of a nudist.
   Oh, Carolyn could understand quite well all about 
cultural differences, about doing things in a certain way 
about the home.  Her own way of living, learned from her 
Greek-American background, could be considered by many to 
be very unusual indeed.  But still!  Some things just 
were not done!
   Tamiko insisted on doing practically everything around 
the apartment stark naked, from her college homework to 
the housework.  It always proved highly embarrassing for 
the very proper Carolyn as she tried not to watch as her  
friend flittered unconcernedly about the small but 
comfortably furnished apartment, the girl's supple, 
athletic body so proudly on display.
   Strangely, Carolyn found her friend's body unusually 
fascinating.  She could hardly take her eyes from it.  If 
she looked for too long a time, she would suddenly find 
her heart pounding and her mouth very dry.  How odd!
   Carolyn sometimes found herself trembling 
uncontrollably whenever Tamiko's nude form would 
accidentally brush against her own properly dressed body.  
Carolyn would pretend not to notice, of course, but it 
was clear that Tamiko felt at liberty to act with an 
astonishing familiarity with Carolyn's body that had the 
woman in quite a spin.  She was always touching her in 
some way, quite innocently of course.  Still, in 
Carolyn's confused state of mind it was just another 
thing that Tamiko unknowingly did that fanned the flames 
burning within her.  
   Even the smell of the girl's glorious sun-bronzed 
flesh (with not a single tan mark!) would frequently send 
Carolyn tumbling into a giddy mental whirlpool. 

   Regardless of her own discomfort over the idea of a 
naked guest, Carolyn still had her duties as hostess to 
perform.  The fact that her casual nudity made Tamiko 
feel very much at ease (as much as it made Carolyn feel 
nervous) was enough to convince her not to make too big a 
deal out of it.
   However, whenever Tamiko suggested that she, Carolyn, 
should "get comfortable" as well, Carolyn could only 
politely decline.
   It wasn't just her strong natural modesty.  It was the 
growing realization that whenever she was undressed 
around Tamiko, for whatever reason, certain...things would 
happen.  Her normally well-disciplined body would 
suddenly develop a mind of its own and before she could 
prevent it, she would find herself...reacting.  She would 
react to Tamiko just as strongly as she would to any of 
her recent dream lovers.  The burning within her would 
reach epic proportions and she could hardly think.
   Reacting to Tamiko, of all people.  It was ridiculous!  
She knew it was quite insane, yet there it was for her to 
plainly see anytime Tamiko was even just close by her.
   It was all far beyond her understanding of what she 
knew to be right and proper.  It was also far beyond her 
understanding of herself as a person, as a woman.
   Yet, the disturbing fact remained that her new friend 
could affect her in the most unseemly manner.  It was 
absolutely crazy, of course, for such a thing to happen, 
but this girl could reach her very soul as no one else.
   They had been staying together for only a few weeks, 
yet it was obvious that Tamiko had some kind of weird 
effect on her.  She had never touched her in that special 
way after that strange incident in the kitchen, which 
occurred during their first Sunday morning together.  
Yet, in spite of all that happened to her that weekend, 
that was the one incident which she could remember with 
crystal clarity.  It still brought peculiar tingles 
coursing through her body at the very thought of that 
first Sunday. 

   Nights proved the worst.  That first night, Tamiko 
insisted on sleeping in the same bed as Carolyn as her 
only condition for staying with her.
   "I hate to be alone," Tamiko had told her with tears 
forming in her black, almond-shaped eyes, and that was 
enough for Carolyn.
   Carolyn found it touching that the worldly Tamiko, now 
living far from her home in Yokosuka, could still retain 
her childhood fears.  She didn't hesitate in allowing 
Tamiko to share the sacred privacy of her double-size bed 
whenever she wished.
   The fact that Tamiko, naturally, insisted on sleeping 
in the nude shouldn't have really surprised Carolyn, yet 
she still found the sight of the lovely naked oriental 
slipping under the sheets close beside her somewhat 
disquieting.  Even in her usual comfortable, long flannel 
nightgown, Carolyn could still feel the heat radiating 
from all that naked flesh lying right there beside her.  
   Carolyn could only hope that Tamiko's need for company 
at night was very temporary at best, because she wasn't 
at all sure if her nerves could take anything longer. 
   Two weeks later Tamiko's nude presence in Carolyn's 
bed was now taken for granted, and had acquired the force 
of habit.  Fortunately, she proved such a steady sleeper 
that Carolyn was hardly aware of her close presence after 
a while, although she did have to be careful with her 
hands, so she wouldn't accidentally touch Tamiko, 
especially in one of the beautiful girl's more private 
places.
   It was her own sleeping habits which were causing 
Carolyn trouble at night.  Her dreams had started to 
assume a weird, erotic aspect she had never experienced 
so constantly before.  They were so vivid, so real.  It 
was as if someone was actually making love to her every 
night!   
   When Tamiko finally got Carolyn to tell her about 
them, she rightly explained that they were just a 
temporary reaction to her bad weekend, and were nothing 
to worry about.  The dreams continued however, building 
in intensity.  She grew extremely restless at night, so 
much so that she would occasionally wake up feeling 
suffocated, only to find that her long nightgown had 
somehow worked its way over her head.
   She finally agreed with Tamiko to do something about 
it, especially after seeing the effects her restless 
nights were beginning to have on her guest.  Although she 
denied it, Carolyn could tell that Tamiko's sweet face 
was also showing the effects of long, sleepless nights, 
and what else could be keeping that dear child up late at 
night but Carolyn's own unusual restlessness?
   Before she even had a chance to decide what new 
dressing gown to buy, Carolyn found that a few days 
earlier Tamiko had already gotten her some T-shirts to 
sleep in.  Tamiko said they had to be T-shirts because 
Carolyn still foolishly resisted Tamiko's practical 
suggestion that she simply sleep in the nude like her.  
The T-shirts proved to be very short, much shorter that 
Carolyn would have considered, even if she wasn't sharing 
her bed with someone at the moment.  She looked with 
misgiving as she held one up to her body.  It barely came 
to her upper thighs.
   "You can always take them back," Tamiko told her, with 
a hurt expression in her voice.  Tamiko's reaction again 
reminded Carolyn about how sensitive the Japanese girl 
was in matters concerning manners and protocol.  She 
resolved in the future to accept whatever Tamiko gave 
here, regardless of how suitable Carolyn herself felt 
about it.  It was, after all, only the polite thing to 
do.
   
   After a few embarrassed nights in her T-shirts, 
Carolyn was astounded in the difference it made.  Her 
sleep was finally restful for a change, although still 
strangely erotic.
   Unfortunately, the nights of sweet sleep didn't last 
for very long.  Carolyn soon found herself now waking to 
find her shirts tangled over her head, or even wadded up 
on the floor.  One night she finally gave in and, wrapped 
in a towel and wearing only her panties, ran from the 
bathroom and dived under the bed covers, to the amused 
looks of Tamiko who was as usual already waiting for her 
in bed.  Embarrassed and feeling very nervous, Carolyn 
shyly unwrapped the large bath towel and discreetly 
placed it in a handy place on the floor next to the bed.
   She extended her arms out from the top of the covers 
and laid them along her sides, using them to tightly hold 
down the thin sheets now covering her body.
   "Oh, God!  What if there's a fire?" Carolyn muttered.
   Tamiko laughed.  "You're really something, you know 
that?"  She turned and gave Carolyn her usual good-night 
kiss.
   "Good night, my precious," the still chuckling Tamiko 
murmured.  She turned out the light and settled in for 
the night.
   "Good night, Tamiko," gasped the breathless Carolyn.  

   The girl's final kiss of the day was becoming very 
troublesome to Carolyn.  It had started innocently 
enough.  Tamiko's good-night kiss had been very 
comforting to her in the beginning, when it was just a 
quick, sisterly peck on the cheek.  Then it became a 
faint yet strangely electric brushing of their lips.  She 
didn't really approve of this turn of events, in spite of 
the secret thrill it always gave her, but Carolyn was so 
glad that someone actually cared for her as a person and 
not some sex object that she didn't protest such familiar 
contact from her surprising bed guest.
   In two weeks, however, it had become something else.  
Each night the simple, caring kiss became slowly longer 
and longer, until it was making Carolyn feel like a 
puddle of melted butter, with strange, powerful 
vibrations in her breasts and crotch.  When Tamiko 
started to use her tongue to slide gently between 
Carolyn's lips teeth and probe into her mouth, the woman 
was devastated by the effect.
  "Wow!" thought the frantic Carolyn, writhing underneath 
the effects of her friend's surprisingly deadly tongue.  
"And I thought the kissing was bad enough already!"
   Unable to protest, Carolyn could only endure Tamiko's 
oral explorations until the teenager finally broke of the 
kiss and allowed the gasping Carolyn up for air.
   "Tamiko!!"  Carolyn sputtered indignantly as she 
fought to get her breath back.  "You shouldn't be doing 
that!  It's bad enough we're sharing the same bed.  What 
would people think?"
   The proper Carolyn tried to tell her normally very 
polite guest that such things were simply not done, not 
done at all!
   It didn't work.  Every night Tamiko continued to 
briefly use her tongue, and every night Carolyn protested 
this unseemly invasion of her person.  Finally came the 
night when Carolyn didn't protest anymore.  After all, 
Carolyn reasoned, it wasn't really hurting anything.  
   Each night thereafter, Tamiko gradually pressed her 
tongue deeper and deeper between Carolyn's strong, white 
teeth and into her hot, moist mouth.  In time, Tamiko 
found she was able to explore and abuse the writhing 
Carolyn's mouth to her heart's content.    
   Carolyn began to become very nervous at bed time, 
especially when she had to wear less and less.  It was 
only after Tamiko had finished kissing her good-night 
that she was finally able to relax and feel comfortable 
about sharing her bed with her friend.  She had allowed 
the kissing to happen, of course, and knew it was just a 
gesture of the young woman's affection for her.  Yet, 
there was something disquieting about it now, and she was 
at a loss to explain why.  Her body kept reacting so 
wildly every time it happened, it was becoming rather 
scary.
   She was also at a loss as to how she could tactfully 
end it without offending her dear friend.  Carolyn 
understood that when Tamiko finally felt she should be on 
her own again and could go back to her own apartment, it 
would not be a problem anymore.  Perhaps, rather then 
make unnecessary waves, it would be better if she just 
went along with it for the short time remaining that 
Tamiko would be staying with her.  The girl just had to 
go back to her own place eventually, didn't she?
   
   In bed, Carolyn's panties were all she had left to 
wear now, and to her extreme disappointment they had also 
been giving her trouble at night.  As her dreams had 
become more and more erotic, she was waking to find her 
panties becoming more and more soiled from her own  
juices.  Sometimes they would be still be very wet, 
practically sopping as her vagina throbbed 
uncontrollably.  Other times she would find her fluids 
had already caked and dried, forcing her in the privacy 
of her bathroom to carefully peel the now sticky material 
away from her sensitive crotch.  For the normally 
fastidious Carolyn, it was disgusting. 
   As her sleeping clothes became shorter and then non-
existent, her panties began to work their way deep into 
the tender flesh of her crotch and the crevice of her 
behind.  This made having to peel the sticky things off 
in the morning even more difficult.
   "Enough was enough," an irritated Carolyn said to 
herself one morning in the bathroom as she was once again 
faced with the problem of removing sticky underwear.  
"I've never going to get any rest at this rate.  This is 
nuts.  I've got my first day to think about."  
   And so it came to pass that a few nights before her 
first day at her new job, a very naked Carolyn Lord, 
embarrassed yet determined to finally get some decent 
sleep, climbed under the sheets.  She carefully removed  
her towel and placed it down as usual beside the bed.  
She put her arms even more firmly than usual alongside to 
hold down the sheets around her.
   A delighted Tamiko French-kissed her agitated, nude 
toy thoroughly for a full three minutes as a reward.
   Remarkably, Carolyn awoke the next morning never 
having felt so refreshed.  It was as if all of her sleep-
demons had departed.  Even Tamiko looked much more rested 
that usual.  Carolyn was convinced.  Night clothes were 
definitely out for her from now on!

   Still in her tub, the water long since drained, 
Carolyn decided that she had hidden long enough from the 
world.  She hosed off the dried soap, feeling a sense of 
purpose.  It was time to make her mark on the world once 
again.  She was 30 years old, for God's sake, and knew 
what she was doing.  Unlike Tamiko, she was not afraid to 
be alone in the dark, and never had been.  Feeling her 
old confidence surge within her, Carolyn rose from the 
tub and briskly toweled herself dry.  
   "I can beat this," she said defiantly to the empty 
bathroom.  This weird obsession she'd developed over sex 
was over, she decided.  She wasn't sure how it got 
started, but she knew how it was going to end.  She would 
end it, and right now, too!  No matter what happened from 
here on out, she would not let the fire get the best of 
her.  She would never betray herself, or Tamiko's trust 
in her.  Never!
   Carolyn Lord was ready for a new beginning.

   Looking forward to tomorrow for a change, Carolyn 
wrapped herself in her towel for her evening run to the 
bed.  "What the...?" she exclaimed as she came out of the 
bathroom.  Her comfortable if slightly worn white cotton 
sheets had been mysteriously replaced by a set of cobalt 
blue sheets made of the finest silk.  They were 
beautiful, but had a decided costly look about them.
  A smiling Tamiko, as usual very nude and already 
waiting for her in bed, looked quite fetching with the 
sheets around her slender waist.
   "Surprise!" Tamiko yelled.  "To celebrate your first 
day tomorrow."
   "Oh, Tamiko.  You shouldn't have.  They look terribly 
expensive."
   "You'll be happy to know that they were on sale, so 
there!  Now, come and enjoy!"
   "Tamiko!  How do you enjoy a pair of sheets?" the 
ever-practical Carolyn asked.
   Carolyn was walking towards the bed when she noticed a 
second set of clothes hung alongside the items she had 
already selected for tomorrow.  The difference between 
the two sets was startling.  
   Her own set of clothes consisted of her standard 
conservative charcoal-gray suit with double-breasted 
jacket, high-neck blouse, and mid-calf full skirt, not to 
mention her usual complement of simple, modest underwear.
   The new set appeared at first glance to be just as 
conservative, but upon a closer look proved to be 
something else again.  It consisted of the same dark 
colors, yet Carolyn could tell at a glance that the 
design was a very form-fitting one, what there was of it.  
The blouse and jacket were both sufficiently low-cut in 
the front to display a considerable amount of cleavage of 
whoever was unfortunate enough to wear this terrible 
outfit.  The skirt looked short and tight enough to make 
even sitting an adventure in modesty protection.  Even 
the underwear was outlandish.  The bra consisted of small 
half-cups, which meant the wearer would be showing even 
more cleavage then she had at first thought.  The panties 
consisted of a terribly small set of triangles which 
actually tied at the sides!  
   "What kind of protection are those?" Carolyn wondered.  
"They wouldn't last a minute before coming undone!"
   Puzzled, Carolyn had the impression that the entire 
set seemed more intended to display the wearer rather 
than protect her.  Carolyn moved over to where they were 
hanging and checked the sizes, then became even more 
puzzled.  The clothes were entirely too large for Tamiko, 
and at least two sizes too small for her.  So who did 
they belong to?
   She looked over at the hugely grinning Tamiko and 
immediately had a sinking feeling.  "Oh, no!" she 
thought.  "Don't tell me!"
   "Surprise, again!"  Tamiko said gaily.  "Wonderful, 
are they not?"
   "Tamiko, honey, they're...lovely," Carolyn lied, trying 
to let her friend down easy.  "Thank you!  Thank you very 
much!"
   "They are of course for tomorrow."
   "Ah, yes.  Tomorrow.  It figures," Carolyn muttered.  
She thought desperately on how to get out of this fix.  
She knew for certain that if she showed up on her first 
day in something like that, provided she could even 
squeeze into the damn things in the first place (which 
she doubted), they would more than likely throw her out, 
period, without benefit of counsel.
   On the other hand, there was Tamiko.  Her only true 
friend in this world, the person who was responsible for 
getting her through the two most terrible weeks of her 
life, was notoriously sensitive about gifts and presents.  
   "Tamiko, my dearest...friend [Almost said 'love' instead 
of 'friend.'  How Odd!].  Tomorrow will be nothing but 
check-in, forms, and orientation.  They'll probably even 
have me walk the factory to see how everything works.  To 
wear this, er, magnificent suit during such a time would 
be a waste, like wearing a wedding dress while visiting a 
coal mine. Understand?"
   Carolyn waited for the wild response.
   "Yes, I understand perfectly," Tamiko said quietly.
   "Phew, that was easy," thought Carolyn with vast 
relief.
   "So, I'll just dirty my old stuff for the first week 
or so, then we will show everyone there just what great 
taste you have in clothes.  OK?"
   "Sure, no problem.  But, you know, as a seamstress I 
know that you have to be very careful around old clothes.  
After a certain point, they can give out at any time."
   "Really?  Well, I've had these for some time and they 
haven't failed me yet.  So, I guess I'll just have to 
take my chances with them for a while yet."
   "Suit yourself.  But, if I were you I would not put 
those new clothes too far away just yet.  You might be 
needing them still.  Now, come to bed, please.  You have 
a very busy day tomorrow."
   Carolyn was surprised.  Tamiko usually made a much 
bigger fuss when something like this didn't go her way.  
Carolyn reasoned that perhaps Tamiko was finally starting 
to respect her own wants and desires. 
   When Carolyn got into bed she was immediately aware of 
the feel of the cool silk against the uncovered flesh of 
her legs and hips.
   "Oohh.  I see what you mean.  This is rather nice, 
isn't it?"
   After she unwrapped her towel under the sheet and 
placed it on the floor by the bed Carolyn became even 
more aware of the almost sensuous feel of the material on 
her naked body.  When she covered herself with the top 
sheet held down tightly over her with her arms at her 
sides, she observed with shock that her nude body was now 
clearly outlined under the sheer material.  She could see 
how her nipples, now very erect, and even her pubic mound 
were revealed for all the world to see.
   "Oh, my," she muttered, not sure of how she could keep 
herself covered.  She couldn't go with the bedclothes 
routine again, she just couldn't!  She really needed some 
sleep tonight, otherwise she would be absolutely 
worthless tomorrow, and the only way that worked was by 
going without clothes.  
   "To Hell with it," she whispered.  She had enough to 
worry about.  She was finished with this almost morbid 
fixation she had about sex!  She would conquer the fire, 
it was that simple, and get on with the joy of living.  
Her nipples would go down eventually (please, God!) and 
in the meantime all she could do was hope that Tamiko 
would just turn out the light and not notice what a true 
slut her new American friend really was.  She was tired 
of worrying about such things and refused to do so any 
more.
   After Tamiko's usual frantic good-night kiss, Carolyn 
waited patiently for her breath and pulse to return to 
normal.  As she laid there, waiting for sleep to come at 
last, she became aware that there always seemed to be a 
sensual side to anything Tamiko had given her.  
Interesting that she had never noticed this before.  
Almost the kind of gifts a couple in love would give to 
each other.  The kid probably wasn't even aware of it 
herself.  
   "Poor thing, she must really be lonely!" Carolyn 
thought full of sympathy, just before nodding off.  
"Probably not enough guys in her life.  Wonder if I can 
find her a cousin who isn't too much of a jerk?"
   
   Tamiko looked with pride at the beautiful nude woman 
sleeping so peacefully beside her.  Her first adult!  
Right here!  It was so exciting, she could hardly contain 
herself.  Before this, she could only play with the other 
girls in her school, sharpening her already formidable 
skills for the time when they would be most needed.  
Finally, that time had arrived and now she had her very 
own full-grown woman.  
   "I always heard that America was truly the land of 
opportunity," she thought, "but this is amazing!"
   She lovingly watched the steady rise and fall of 
Carolyn's firm, unprotected breasts under the slick, silk 
sheet.  Tamiko even now could still only look at Carolyn 
Lord in awe and marvel at the wonder of her.  How 
trusting she is!  How beautiful!  How intelligent!  How 
proud!  What a victory it will be for her, Tamiko, to 
turn this astounding woman to her own ends.
   Yet, this was not to be a simple seduction.  She had 
already proven to Carolyn that she could take her at any 
time she wanted, and Tamiko was sure that Carolyn at 
least subconsciously realized this.  She could sense the 
woman's reaction to her presence, that nervous below-the-
surface feeling of anticipation, whenever she got close 
to her, especially when nude.  No, this was to be 
something far more intense and long lasting.  
   Nor was there to be any of the obvious public 
trappings of master and property she had seen here and at 
home.  Tattoos, dog collars, body piercing and the like 
seemed like acts of absolute madness to the young 
Japanese.  Why destroy a work of art just to prove your 
ownership of it?  She knew there were other, much more 
subtle ways of doing the same thing.  It simply required 
skill and a little patience.  Look at what she had done 
with her already.
   She looked again at the wondrous nude body so clearly 
delineated underneath the silk.  It had required long 
nights and patient work, but she finally had the 
delectable Miss Carolyn Lord right where she wanted her.  
Now, the work could truly begin!  Oh, happiness!
   She was planning to have a great deal of fun with this 
woman, and in time come to possess her completely.  She 
would even share her from time to time with selected 
others.  Perhaps they might even take a trip to Japan 
during spring break.  They could make it back in time for 
the cherry blossoms, truly a most beautiful time in 
Japan.  Besides, you can do a lot to a woman on an 11-
hour flight!  And Mother always said she wanted to try a 
Ghign!
   Tamiko carefully left the bed and went over to where 
Carolyn had hung her clothes for tomorrow.  She was not a 
highly skilled seamstress for nothing.  The young 
Japanese worked on the clothes for about an hour, then 
returned to bed.
   Satisfied with the way things were going, Tamiko 
turned on her side and carefully began to rub Carolyn's 
nipples through the slick sheets.  When she had brought 
them to full erection, she slid her hands down the length 
of the body beside her.  She carefully teased the mound 
of silk which rose at the junction of the unsuspecting 
woman's legs.  When her heavily breathing toy began to 
softly moan, Tamiko returned to the vulnerable nipples, 
tweaking and pulling the tall, hyper-sensitive nubs of 
erect tissue.  When Carolyn began to thrash about wildly 
under the sheets, Tamiko laid back down and contentedly 
went to sleep.
   She left a very puzzled Carolyn to begin another 
uneasy night of unexplained dreams of sexual adventure.  


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Two

   At 5:59 a.m., Carolyn woke up as usual in time to turn 
off her alarm clock before it sounded.  Knowing that it 
was one of Tamiko's few late-class days, she quietly got 
out of bed and padded nude into the bathroom.  45 minutes 
later she was showered, dressed and in the kitchen 
having her usual light breakfast of cottage cheese and a  
small glass of cold fruit juice.
   Carolyn figured she must be nervous this morning 
because of the trouble she had with her buttons and other 
fasteners.  They had refused to stay closed!  
   "Never had that problem before," Carolyn thought uneasily.  
   "It must be me," she said to the empty kitchen.  "Just 
first-day jitters, that's all."
   Finishing up her coffee, she had a disquieting 
thought.  "Sure hope Tamiko isn't right about old 
clothes."
   She wondered if she should quickly change, then 
decided against it.  "Oh, how ridiculous!" she said.  She 
gathered up her breakfast things and cleaned them in the 
sink.  "The kid can't be right all the time, can she?"

   At 8 a.m., a confident Miss Carolyn Lord walked into the 
lobby of the large administration building for Clifton 
Manufacturing.  The company was in a surprisingly clean 
industrial park located north of the city, with the 
administration building across the street from the 
factory.  Carolyn knew the company had several factories 
located throughout the country, but the corporate 
headquarters were located here.
   In spite of Mrs. Stevens' personal, if unorthodox, 
offer of a position with the company she represented, 
Carolyn was gratified to learn that there was still to be 
completed the standard process of interviews before any 
formal offering of the position was to occur.  Carolyn 
Lord always preferred things to be done properly.
  At her first interview, the moment one of her jacket 
buttons touched the table in front of her, it came off in 
a noisy clatter.  Not wanting to spoil an excellent 
interview with such distractions, she quickly asked for 
and received permission to take off her jacket due to 
"button trouble."
   She quickly stood up and, modestly turning to the 
side, slipped off the troublesome jacket and draped it 
over the back of her chair.  While doing that, she looked 
down and saw with some surprise that a few of her blouse 
buttons had opened.  She used the opportunity to hastily 
refasten them.
   Sitting again, she was unaware that the button 
directly between her bra-covered breasts had already 
reopened.  As the interviews progressed, others on 
Carolyn's blouse opened, until not a single button down 
her front was fastened.  Soon, with every action and move 
Carolyn made, the blouse itself became more and more 
open.
  Carolyn was amazed at the number of interviewers who 
were showing up for this.  Most didn't even participate, 
them just stood behind the persons asking the questions, 
staring silently at her.  It was most unnerving to her.
   Carolyn started to wonder just how important was this 
position, anyway?
  Surprisingly for her, the required interviews were all 
completed the same day, in fact the same morning.  By 
11:30 the position had been formally offered and 
accepted.  Carolyn made only one condition, that she 
would have no dealings with her former law firm what so 
ever.  This was to avoid any conflict of interest or 
breach of confidentiality issues, of course.
   The condition was accepted without question, and 
Carolyn was even congratulated by the recruiter on her 
fine sense of duty to her former employers.
   The interviews completed, everyone present came around 
to congratulate her.  Carolyn was gratified that they
cared enough to take the trouble of making new 
employees feel very welcome indeed.  
   Only one thing marred the perfection of the moment for 
her.  While one of her original interviewers was talking 
to her, Carolyn sensed someone move close behind her, 
then felt something happening with the front of her 
blouse.  Alarmed, she waited until she thought no one was 
looking, then checked herself.  She found that the top 
two buttons of her blouse were now open.  Relieved it was 
nothing more serious, she refastened them.  

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

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

   The restaurant was really the dining room of a very 
exclusive club where Mrs. Stevens was a member.  As well 
as a restaurant, it also had a small movie theater, 
health spa with pool and sauna, hair salon, bar, and even 
a place for entertainment and dancing.
   "This is amazing," said Carolyn to Mrs. Stevens as she 
looked at the club directory.  "It's like a small town."
  "Absolutely.  It's expensive as hell too, but well 
worth it.  There are even rooms available if you need to 
stay the night.  For comfort and privacy, you can't beat 
it.  I think they're even guaranteed in the club 
charter."
   "What else do they guarantee?" Carolyn asked 
mischievously.
   "Nothing at all.  For anything else, you're on your 
own!"
   It was the most unusual restaurant Carolyn had ever 
seen.  Even at noon, it was almost pitch dark, the only 
illumination being provided by one or two flickering 
candles on each table.  Each table, even for the booths, 
was covered by a thick, white table cloth that had at 
least two inches of cloth dragging on the floor, so that 
it was totally impossible to see underneath.  
   "Why would anyone care about what was under a table?" 
Carolyn wondered as they were shown to their own table by 
an attractive young woman wearing an astonishing short, 
blue velvet dress.
   The seating was unusual, too, Carolyn noticed.  They 
were unusually short, padded benches with high backs and 
sides, so that diners would be required to sit very 
closely, side-by-side and not across from each other.  
She realized that the high seat backs and sides, combined 
with the almost total lack of lighting, made dining here 
a very private function indeed.  
   "Kind of romantic here, isn't it?" she said quietly to 
Mrs. Stevens, who was in front of her.
   "Really?  I hadn't noticed,"  a smiling Mrs. Stevens 
replied over her shoulder.
   While making her way through the darkness with the 
small procession, Carolyn was surprised to come across a 
most unusual scene.  A very pretty girl was sitting alone 
at a table obviously set for two.  The girl's unadorned 
face was quite red, and she was biting her lower lip.  
Her eyes were strangely vacant, as if she was thinking 
seriously about something far, far away.  Her hands were 
tiny fists, tightly gripping the thick table cloth in 
front of her.  Every so often, the girl would suddenly 
jerk as if she had just received an electric shock of 
some kind.
   Carolyn made a mental note to ask Mrs. Stevens about 
it as soon as she could.  She was worried about the girl, 
but reasoned it must not be too serious, as both the 
receptionist and Mrs. Stevens had passed right by the odd 
scene without giving it a second glance.
   They were finally seated in a booth on the far side of 
the room.  Since was to be a strictly informal meal, Mrs. 
Stevens insisted that they take off their jackets and 
"get comfortable."  Carolyn complied, hoping this would 
save the remaining buttons from coming off.
   Mrs. Stevens politely had her guest enter the booth 
first, then insisted on ordering wine for them both to 
celebrate.  Carolyn had the oddest feeling that she was 
on more of a date than a simple luncheon with her new 
employer.  She shook off the outlandish idea at once.  
"How silly can you get?" she wondered in amazement.
   Finally, the receptionist and the wine stewardess had 
departed, and the two were alone.
   "That young girl we passed who was sitting by her 
self.  Is she all right, do you think?" Carolyn asked, 
her voice full of sympathy.  "She didn't look well at 
all!"
   "No, she's fine.  She frequently looks like that.  
Probably has asthma or something.  And she wasn't alone.  
She's the new bi..., ah, friend of a member who brings her 
here quite a lot."
   "Really?  Where's her friend?  Maybe we should tell 
her?" asked Carolyn anxiously, looking about the darkened 
room.  
   "Oh, she's around somewhere,"  Mrs. Stevens said 
dryly.  "Closer than you might think, too."  More to 
herself she muttered, "Although that's not supposed to 
happen in the dining room until after eight."
   "What's not suppose to happen?  Guests?"
   "Never mind.  It's not important.  Now, let's order!  
I'm starved!"
   Being seated so close together, Carolyn realized that 
there would have to be a certain amount of touching 
during their lunch, but she never dreamed it would be 
this bad.  No matter how far she pressed against her side 
of the plush bench, Mrs. Stevens always seemed to be 
short of space and was pressing up against her.  Plus, 
the woman used her hands a great deal as she talked.  She 
was always grabbing Carolyn's knee or thigh to emphasis a 
point she was making about something.  When eating, her 
right elbow would occasionally graze the tip of Carolyn's 
sensitive left breast.
   Carolyn knew she should be protesting such things, but 
it was obvious to her that the woman was so involved in 
what she was saying that she didn't even realize what she 
was doing.  But the food was indeed excellent, and Mrs. 
Stevens proved to be an entertaining dining companion, 
and it would have been extremely ungrateful of her to 
criticize her host about anything at this point.

   Carolyn's blouse was opening again, this time under 
the watchful eye and helpful arm of her new boss.  When 
the buttons had all been opened, she used her flying 
right elbow as a distraction while her left hand crept 
under the table and gradually worked the left side of the 
blouse out of the unsuspecting woman's skirt and away 
from her left breast.  
   Knowing she was practically out of time, Abigail once 
again reached over with her left hand to where Carolyn's 
skirt was fastened.  She was planning on opening one 
button, then come back for another, but when she tugged 
gently the entire skirt practically opened by itself.
   "Almost like it was designed to," thought an intrigued 
Abigail.  "Hmm!  Our Carolyn has hidden depths." 
   She signaled to their waitress, on-call in the 
distance, to come over to the table.  Abigail was 
reaching for Carolyn's empty dish when she knocked a 
carefully placed glass full of ice water off the table 
and directly into a shocked Carolyn's opened waistband.
The very cold contents ran down the front of Carolyn's 
abdomen and poured between her opened thighs, puddling on 
the seat beneath her, soaking the back of her pantyhose.

   Carolyn jumped up to escape the cold, only to see in 
horror her skirt fall to the ground.  The space between 
the bench and the table was very narrow, and Carolyn 
wondered desperately how she could get her skirt back.
   When she saw the waitress duck under the table with a 
quick, "I'll get it!", Carolyn was shocked into action.  
She bent quickly over at the waist in the confined space 
and promptly smacked her forehead on the thick cloth-
covered table.
   The "Bang!" could be heard throughout the dining area.
   Groaning, Carolyn remained collapsed along the side of 
the table.  She could vaguely sense someone as they 
reached under her blouse and grabbed the waistband of her 
pantyhose.  The way they and her panties were so quickly 
pulled over her flaring hips to the tops of her thighs, 
she thought it must be the paramedics come to help her.
   "No, no, you sillies," she mumbled.  "It's my head 
that hurts."  But no one listened.  Her underwear was 
still yanked to the floor, leaving her naked below the 
waist.  
   The stunned Carolyn then felt hands under her blouse, 
and soon her bra strap was unfastened.  "That's good.  
Damn thing was getting too tight again."  

   As she stood the completely dazed Carolyn more or less 
erect, Abigail wondered about the unnatural feel of the 
bra hooks, how straight they had seemed under her 
fingers.  She pushed the opened blouse and bra off 
Carolyn's shoulders, and they slid unheeded to the floor.  
There the waitress gathered all of Carolyn's things, 
including her shoes, and took them into the kitchen for 
drying.
   In the space of five seconds, Miss Carolyn Lord had 
been professionally stripped naked! 
   Still reeling from the effects of her contact with the 
table, she didn't realize this until Mrs. Stevens sat her 
naked bottom deliberately in the puddle of ice water 
still on her seat.
   "EEEeeeck!!" Carolyn screamed, her exposed breasts 
bouncing as she jumped up once again.  Her sudden move, 
however, caused all of the blood to rush from her already 
battered head, and she fainted directly into the waiting 
arms of Mrs. Abigail Stevens.
   "Hello, honey," Mrs. Stevens said, not unkindly, to 
the beautiful nude woman.  "Welcome to my world."

   When Carolyn awoke, she was suddenly aware that she 
was slumped over in her corner of the booth, and that 
Mrs. Stevens was talking to her.
   "Oh, my!" she thought.  "I must have dozed off on the 
poor woman.  How rude of me."
   She promptly sat up straight, and felt her breasts 
move much too freely.  
   Carolyn looked down and froze, her eyes wide in shock.  
Her clothes were gone!  She was naked!!
   Her mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out but a 
very wheezing, "Ah...ah...ah...!"  Carolyn found that she 
couldn't breath!
   Her eyes filled with panic, she looked at Mrs. Stevens 
seated beside her.  She tried to ask her what had 
happened, but couldn't past "Ah...ah!" when an exasperated 
Mrs. Stevens finally splashed ice water into the face of 
her terror-stricken secretary.
   Holding up her opened hands in front of the shocked 
woman, a very calm Abigail said repeatedly, "It's all 
right, Carolyn.  Everything is all right."
   Realizing she would have to either calm down or drown 
in cold water, Carolyn tried to get a grip on her runaway 
emotions.  "Must be some logical explanation," her 
frenzied mind screamed as she saw Mrs. Stevens use a 
napkin to dry the water off her face.  "There must be!"
   Mrs. Stevens moved her napkin down to Carolyn's full 
chest, and carefully dried each quivering breast very 
thoroughly.
   Calming a tiny bit, Carolyn was able to gasp some air 
into her lungs.  Looking around, she finally realized she 
could use the table cloth to cover herself, just as soon 
as Mrs. Stevens had finished drying her.  
   She sat patiently as her boss rubbed the cloth briskly 
over her ribs and stomach.  Carolyn became uncomfortable 
when the woman started patting her pubic area, but 
realized that it must have gotten wet as well.  
   After a few well-chosen passes of the cloth between 
Carolyn's partially opened thighs, Mrs. Stevens finally 
announced to her flushed secretary that she was dry.
   Heedless of the place settings, Carolyn immediately 
tried pulling the table cloth so she could drape the 
whole thing over her shoulders, but found it was too 
strongly attached to the table.  Too frustrated to find 
out how to unfasten it, the teary-eyed woman used the 
long hanging part of the table cloth to circle around her 
waist and hips as much as possible, then crossed her arms 
tightly over her bare chest.
   Safe for the moment from blind panic, a terribly-
embarrassed Carolyn needed desperately to know about her 
clothes.
   "They are just being dried, you know," Abigail said, 
knowing full well what Carolyn was thinking about.
   "What?" Carolyn managed to gasp.
   "Your clothes.  They are being dried.  Should be done 
in a few moments."
   "What... What happened?"
   "It was all my fault, of course, and I am terribly, 
terribly sorry for any inconvenience I may have caused 
you.  My fault, completely."
   "Yes, but what happened?"
   "Don't you remember?  I spilled water all over you, 
and we gave your clothes to the waitress for drying in 
the kitchen."
   Carolyn's bare bottom felt a familiar dampness on the 
padded bench and she realized that's what must have 
happened.  But to take her clothes!
   Seeing the look of disgust on Carolyn's face, Abigail 
said, "Cold and wet, isn't it?"
   "What?"
   "Your seat is very uncomfortable right now.  Stand up, 
and I'll dry it off for you."
   "Yes, you're right.  Thank you."  Carolyn started to 
stand, then realized something.  
   "But...but I'm not wearing...anything right now!"  
   "It's all right. It'll just take a split second."
   "Oh!!" sputtered a protesting Carolyn, but she stood 
enough to raise her wet bottom off of the bench, unaware 
that it was now quite vulnerable.  She had to use one 
hand to keep the table cloth from falling, while the 
other still covered her breasts.
   Abigail quickly wiped the seat dry, being sure to 
brush the backs of her hands seductively against the 
hanging buttocks whenever possible.  Next, she patted 
each buttock dry with her left hand while her right hand 
was sliding slyly between the tops of Carolyn's thighs.
   "Did you...have to take all my clothes?" gasped Carolyn, 
as Mrs. Stevens continued the drying of her nether 
regions.
   "Well, everything was pretty well soaked, and you 
certainly couldn't have gone back to the office looking 
like that, now could you?" Mrs. Stevens said as she 
slipped a single finger into the crouching Carolyn's 
tight, well-lubricated cunt.
   "Yes, but...but isn't there a coat or something I could 
borrow, just until my things dry?"  In her confused state 
of mind, Carolyn had forgotten completely about her suit 
jacket hanging just outside the booth.
   "Nope.  We already checked.  You're perfectly 
safe, my dear.  No one can see us tucked away back here 
in the corner, so you may as well relax," Mrs. Stevens 
purred, as she inserted a second finger.
   "But I'm...I'm naked!  I can't stay here like this!"  
   Carolyn had been half-standing for so long her knees 
and leg muscles were starting to severely ache. Crazed 
with tension over her nudity, she imagined Mrs. 
Steven's hands were all over her bottom, even inside  
her.  Carolyn  knew she was going insane.
   "Sure you can.  Just don't worry about it, and you'll 
be fine.  Just relax," the cunning Abigail said as she 
inserted the third finger.
   "Ooooohhh.  Don't worry?" breathed the extremely 
puzzled Carolyn, her face pointed at the ceiling.  
"Impossible!"

   "Time to let her stew a bit," Mrs. Stevens observed.  
She adroitly removed her fingers from Carolyn's streaming 
cunt, and sat back on the bench.
   "All done.  You can sit down, now."
   Carolyn sat down and quickly wrapped the table cloth 
around herself once again.
   Mrs. Stevens ordered them some white wine, and they 
sipped and talked.  Under Abigail Stevens' skillful 
guidance, the trembling Carolyn did find herself start to 
relax.  Mrs. Stevens began talking and touching her, just 
as she had earlier, and Carolyn was amused at how easy it 
was for everything to return to normal.  Here she was, quite 
naked in an elegant dining room, and her new employer was 
still talking and gesturing like crazy, holding her 
occasionally on her crossed thigh as if nothing had 
happened.  She just wished she wouldn't touch her so high 
up under the table cloth like that, especially when she 
wasn't dressed.  It made her feel a little creepy 
sometimes.
   Still, Carolyn could sense something happening to her 
as she sat there, acting so casually, yet aware she was 
about to faint from the sheer tension of it all.  She had 
been feeling, well, tingly all over for some time, but 
now it seemed to be getting worse.  Her nipples were 
quite erect in the cool air of the dining room, and she 
could feel a distinct dampness forming between her 
tightly crossed thighs.  
   "Was this how Tamiko always felt when she went 
around the apartment nude?" she wondered.  
   Who would have thought such a silly and embarrassing 
thing could also be so exciting?
   She shifted her hips slightly on the padded seat and 
immediately lost track of what Mrs. Stevens was saying as 
her unprotected vulva slid over a raised portion of the 
smooth leather.  
   "Whoa!" she breathed, to the delight of Abigail Stevens, 
who had seen her hips move.  "What was that?" Carolyn 
wondered, her eyes crossing from the sheer, overwhelming 
pleasure of the sensation.
   "What was what?" asked Mrs. Stevens politely.
   Realizing she had unintentionally spoken her thoughts 
aloud, a very embarrassed Carolyn clapped a hand over her 
mouth and tried to think up something to say, but couldn't.
  Her mind was still totally dazzled by the sensations now 
coming from her throbbing crotch.  She kept trying 
discretely to find a comfortable, less stimulating spot to 
sit on her small portion of the bench, but couldn't.  Worse, 
every time she shifted her hips, the friction of her vulva 
moving on the leather keep sending pinwheels of light 
behind Carolyn's eyes!  She kept crossing and uncrossing 
her legs but nothing seemed to help.
   She could feel her vaginal secretions seeping on to the 
seat, making the feel of her buttocks and thighs sliding over 
the slick leather even more stimulating than before.  
   "Oh my God!" she thought.  She was on the verge of 
losing it right here! 
  "Oh, no!  This can't be happening.  Not again!"  
   But it was, Carolyn knew.  She was going to climax, 
right there in front of Mrs. Stevens if she wasn't careful.  
   But, try as she might, she couldn't find a spot that 
she didn't find terribly stimulating.  She couldn't stop 
moving.  It all felt so very good, she couldn't stand it!
   "What is happening?" she wondered, as she occasionally  
jerked her hips on the slick seat, still trying to find 
the perfect spot.  "Why do I keep losing control like 
this?"
   
   Fighting desperately to keep from losing control of 
her traitorous body, Carolyn fought to think of 
something, anything else.  She tried to focus on what 
Mrs. Stevens was saying to her.
   Carolyn had thought that this was to her chance to 
learn about the company and her duties there.  What it 
turned into was her new employer wanting practically her 
entire life story.  
   So Carolyn, on the very edge of a monstrous climax, 
told her of her poor background, growing up the only 
child of her elderly Greek parents (now deceased), and 
finally working her way through secretary school.
   Perhaps it was her state of undress, or her highly 
excited emotional state, but Carolyn found herself 
revealing far more of her private life to Mrs. Stevens 
then she would have normally.
   When she mentioned that she had someone, a very good 
friend, temporarily staying with her who was sharing her 
bed, Mrs. Stevens became strangely interested, especially 
when she found out her teenage girlfriend was an 
accomplished seamstress.  She appeared to find it quite 
significant somehow, even though Carolyn was at pains to 
explain that her friend was just staying over for a short 
visit, which was good because she really didn't bother 
with wearing clothes much at all.
   All through their conversation, the nude Carolyn 
gradually found herself increasingly at ease with her new 
employer.  
   "If only I weren't so excited, I could really be enjoying this," 
she thought.
   Her previous uneasiness about Mrs. Stevens now seemed 
almost laughable in the present circumstances.  She 
proved to be a witty conversationalist and a caring host.  
   "What could I have been thinking?" she said to herself, 
squirming on her vaginal juices.

   A relieved Carolyn finally saw the waitress bring to 
the table a silver tray.  On it were Carolyn's clothes, 
all carefully dried, pressed, and folded, with a small 
leather folder.  "Thank God!" she said, and she didn't 
care who heard her, either.
   The waitress placed the tray directly to the left of 
Mrs. Stevens.  
   Abigail took the folder and carefully inspected the 
contents.  The waitress remained standing in front of 
their table.  She began to question the waitress about 
each item, about possible irregularities in their check.   
   As an increasingly nervous Carolyn sat in her corner, 
trying to hide herself from the waitress, she suddenly 
realized that no one had made the slightest move to pass 
to her the clothes on the tray.
   "Oh, dear!" she thought.  "What if they aren't mine?"  
She quickly realized the absurdity of that idea, that she 
wasn't the only non-dressed woman in the room (actually, 
she wasn't, but that's another story).
   "Ah, excuse me," Carolyn said softly, as she tried to 
interrupt the discussion over the check.
   "In a moment, Carolyn," said Mrs. Stevens absently, 
going immediately beck to her talk with their waitress.  
   Knowing already how intense Abigail Stevens could 
become when she was involved with something, Carolyn 
realized that it was up to her to retrieve her clothes.  
Otherwise, they might be there all day, and she 
desperately wanted to get dressed as soon as possible. 
   Careful to keep her right arm pressed over her 
tingling breasts and the table cloth wrapped around her 
waist, Carolyn tried to reach past the front of Mrs. 
Stevens, but immediately drew her arm back when Mrs. 
Stevens shot her a very irritated look.
   "Sorry," squeaked the nude Carolyn as she sank back 
onto her very wet seat.  "Oohh!" she moaned from the 
incredible sensations generated by the fresh contact of 
her vulva on the lubricated leather.
   Unconsciously biting her lower lip, she dropped her 
arms from her breasts and gripped the cloth on the table 
top in front of her tightly with both hands, her knuckles 
white.  Frantically, she fought against the climax 
building within her.  
   "No, NO, NO!!" she said deliberately.  Carolyn felt 
close to victory when a gesturing Mrs. Murphy 
accidentally brushed her very erect left nipple with the 
back of her hand.
   "OOOoooh, noooo!" wailed Carolyn as her entire body 
convulsed with the full force of her orgasm.  Helpless, 
she fell against a very pleased Mrs. Murphy and clung to 
her desperately while her body shook and spasmed.
   "I think we are going to need some fresh towels here," 
Abigail dryly told the laughing waitress.

   A much chagrined Carolyn Lord, cleaned up from her 
undetermined accident, looked about expectantly, but 
didn't see what she was searching for.  Her clothes were 
now waiting in front of her, and she needed a place to 
change.
   "Change here at the table," suggested Abigail.  "You 
don't really want to go to the ladies room like that, do 
you?  Just pretend you're at the beach.  I promise not to 
look.  Scout's honor," she said, secretly crossing her 
fingers.
   "It's not that, it's just....  I couldn't....  Oh, hell!  
Never mind!" Carolyn snapped irritably.  
   She figured that after what just happened, what 
difference could changing publicly possibly make now?
   Even so, Carolyn took precautions.  She took the end 
of the table cloth in her teeth as she saw them do on the 
beaches in Greece, and slid her hips to the edge of the 
bench seat, in order to have as much of herself covered 
as possible when she started getting dressed underneath.
   "Damn!" she gasped with eyes wide in surprise as she 
waited for the sudden throbbing of her crotch to subside.  
"No more nude sitting!" she vowed to herself.  "This is 
nuts!"
   After she recovered sufficiently to get dressed, 
Carolyn moved her things to the bench beside her.  As she 
struggled with her clothes under the cloth, Carolyn 
watched her employer sign the check and return the 
folder, without any payment that she could see, back to 
the waitress.
   "All bills come due at the end of the month," Mrs. 
Stevens said to the dressing Carolyn's unspoken question.  
"If you're not on time with the complete payment, you are 
out in the cold, literally.  By that I mean the member is 
permanently banished from the club."
   "My goodness!" Carolyn muttered between clenched 
teeth.  "Is this place that popular where they could 
afford to do that?  I've lived in this area all my life 
but this is the first time I have even heard of it."
   "Popular?  Hah!  The waiting list is up to three years 
for most new members.  You probably haven't heard of it 
because the club likes to keep a low profile and its 
membership discrete.  Remember how privacy is part of the 
rules?"
   Carolyn buttoned her blouse, then removed the table 
cloth from her strong, white teeth.
   "Sure, I understand," she said, tucking in her blouse.  
"But about membership.  'For most', you said.  What about 
the others?"
   "The membership committee decides who comes in and 
when.  Someone offering certain special...ah...attributes 
might be moved to the head of the line, especially if she 
has one or more sponsors on the committee."
   "Is it a question of money?"
   "Not always.  Quite often, a discounted membership is 
given to a young g..., person, if they prove to be 
particularly...worthy."
   "So a poor secretary like myself could have a chance 
for membership?"
   Mrs. Stevens' eyes assumed a warm glow as she 
explained,  "Carolyn, I could probably get you a 
membership in a heartbeat.  That is, if you really wanted 
one."
   "Oh, my.  Such an offer!  But I would really have to 
think about adding to my other commitments right now.  I 
mean,  my membership to my own health club is good for 
another year yet.  I thank you for the offer, though.  
You do understand why I can't accept, don't you?"
   "Absolutely.  Did I tell you that your other 
membership could be transferable?  Oh, yes!  One day, 
when we don't have to be back at work, I would love to 
show you around.  It would certainly give you a better 
perspective on what you would be missing.  Speaking for 
myself, my membership here is one of the few things I 
truly value in this world.  That, and your company, of 
course," Mrs. Stevens said, as she firmly gripped 
Carolyn's upper left thigh in emphasis.
   "Mrs. Stevens, please!" the blushing Carolyn said, 
lowering her head in embarrassment. "But thank you for 
saying so, anyway."
   The woman was unaware of the hand so high up on her 
thigh.  Mrs. Stevens had been touching her leg so much 
during their time together, Carolyn didn't really notice 
any longer.  But it was really something else which now 
had all of Carolyn's attention.
   It was Mrs. Stevens' most complementary remark that 
threw Carolyn into a mental spin.  All that the dazed 
young woman could think of was Tamiko, and how much the 
Japanese girl meant to her.  She was the only person who 
had told her something nice like that and had meant it. 
   Now Carolyn wondered if she had in fact chanced upon 
another good friend, even if the friend was her new boss.  
Because, after her last betrayal, she felt that she 
really needed some true friends.  People she could trust, 
people who would never think of taking advantage of her.
Even better if the person was her employer.  Look how 
well Mrs. Stevens had taken care of her so far, like she 
was her own daughter.
   "It would be so wonderful to have someone to work with 
instead of against for a change," Carolyn thought 
hopefully as Mrs. Stevens casually put an arm around her 
waist after they had gotten up to leave.
   If only it were true.

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


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Three

   Upon their return to the office, a strangely satisfied 
Carolyn was left alone to happily settle into her new 
job.  She occupied the anteroom to Mrs. Stevens' much 
larger office, but, small as it was, it was all hers to 
organize and decorate as she liked.  It was her first 
office and she resolved to do it and her new employer 
justice.
   She found that Mrs. Stevens had obtained all new 
furniture, the latest in office equipment, and even some 
appliances and decorations.  Carolyn checked the invoices 
for everything, and was surprised to find them with the 
same date Carolyn had returned Mrs. Stevens' call to 
indicate her interest in the position of the woman's 
executive secretary.  
   "This is interesting," Carolyn said.  She wasn't even 
an employee yet, but Mrs. Stevens had placed an order for 
all of this equipment for her to use anyway.  
   Carolyn was a little surprised at the timing of the 
order, but decided that the woman must truly value her 
services, to be putting her company through such trouble  
expense just for her own secretary.  
   "Wow!  What an employer!" Carolyn thought happily.

   Carolyn soon became completely immersed in the process 
of sorting and organizing the many files, ordering 
consumable supplies for her desk, reviewing company phone 
directories, getting her own on-line account for the 
company's computer network, and all the innumerable 
other things now required of her, so that she would be 
able to start functioning as soon as possible.
   The company, she discovered in the employee handbook, 
was extremely computer-oriented, and tried to keep the 
use of paper down to a minimum. She looked for a moment 
at the stacks of files and folders she had yet to sort 
piled in front of the large file cabinet.  
   "Right," she said.
   It seemed to her that everything (forms, messages, 
notes, memos, conferences) but everything was electronic, 
with an extensive back-up program to prevent the loss of 
any data.  She found it most impressive, provided of 
course, that it all worked as advertised.
   What she didn't like was that, starting tomorrow, she 
had to attend four days of mandatory evening classes for 
computer orientation.
   "Phooey," she said as she looked through the company's  
software user's guide.  "I could pick this stuff up on my 
own in no time at all.  What a waste!"
   But, as she was still the new girl in the neighborhood, 
she decided it would be for the best if she kept everyone 
happy and just did what was required of her.  For now, 
anyway.

   In spite of a busy schedule, Mrs. Stevens would never 
leave her alone for very long.  She would casually drop 
in on her from time to time, to see how she was getting 
along.  Carolyn still wondered why she had felt so 
strongly against this kind and considerate woman, when 
they had first briefly met at her old law firm.
   Today Mrs. Stevens seemed to be deliberately going out 
of her way to help her, which made Carolyn like her all the 
more.  In her isolated life, she was not used to the kindness 
of strangers.
   Once, when she was standing on a chair in her stocking 
feet, trying to hang a planter from the ceiling, Mrs. 
Stevens was kind enough to hold her by the hips so that 
she wouldn't fall.  Of course, in the excitement of the 
installation her boss' hands kept slipping, and more than 
once moved completely over the tight material covering an 
embarrassed Carolyn's jutting buttocks.  She had her 
hands full with the planter and there wasn't anything she 
could do about it anyway without making a scene.  
Besides, Carolyn knew it was just an accident which could 
have happened to anyone.  
   Another time, Carolyn was putting up a status board 
and her employer came right up behind her, and without 
even having to be asked, helped her hold the large frame.  
Carolyn was impressed that she did this selfless act 
without even minding she had to press her body fully 
against her secretary's in order to help her.  
    Carolyn knew that employers like that didn't come 
along every day. 
 
   It was 3:30pm, and Miss Carolyn Lord surveyed her new 
domain with satisfaction.  It had taken her all 
afternoon, but she finally felt moved in and ready for 
business.  
   There was only one thing left to do, find a plug for her 
new instant coffee maker and mug warmer.
   She couldn't use her desk outlets for them, because 
such heavy users of electrical current had a habit of 
causing all sorts of computer problems when used on the 
same power strip as a PC.  No, they needed an outlet of 
their own.  The trouble was, there didn't seem to be one.
   Carolyn carefully inspected the room, trying to think 
of all the most inconvenient places an electrical outlet 
might be located.  Her gaze finally came to rest on the 
file cabinet located across the room.  It was four wide 
drawers across and six drawers tall.  It was huge.
   "Perfect!" she said to herself.  "Where else would it 
be, but behind there?"
   Gathering up her appliances, Carolyn took them over to 
the cabinet.
   "We must get a table for these," she muttered as she 
stretched to place everything on top of the cabinet, as 
close to the wall as possible.
   She walked around to the side and, sure enough, in the 
darkness behind the metal cabinet, she could just make 
out the faint shape of a wall outlet right there in the 
center.
   "Got you," she said to the outlet.  Now, all she had 
to do was reach it.  It was a very narrow space between 
the wall and the cabinet, but Carolyn was sure she could 
do it.
   She went around to the front again and made sure the 
plugs to her appliances were hanging over the top, where 
she could get to them from the back.  She then took off 
her suit jacket and hung it carefully on the back of a 
near-by chair.  No point it getting it dirty and loosing 
even more buttons.  Who knew what was behind there?
   After going around to the side again, she inspected 
where her plugs were hanging and where she had to go for 
the outlet one last time.  "This should take about one 
minute," she thought.  Carolyn took a deep breath, then 
let it out. She was ready!   
   Carolyn slowly slid her head and shoulders into the 
confined area behind the cabinet.  She found immediately 
that it was much more narrow then she had at first 
thought.  Her breasts were pressed against the cold metal 
back of the cabinet.  She found she could still move 
though, and so she continued to slide toward the hanging 
plugs.  
   She was almost within reach of the plugs when she felt 
the front of her blouse catch on something.  In was far 
too narrow for her to use her hands to find out what the 
trouble was.  
   "Damn," she muttered.  "Can't anything go right?"
   No matter which way she tried to move, she couldn't 
free it.  Well, she was too close to quit now, so she 
kept moving towards the plugs, while her blouse grew 
tighter and tighter.  "Why won't those damn buttons open 
now?" she thought bitterly.
   Finally a button popped off, then two more.  Her 
blouse loosened a bit and she was finally able to reach 
the plugs, but she knew that those buttons were lost 
forever in the darkness, and she had no spares with her 
for later repairs.   
   Carolyn wondered briefly if she should just give up 
caffeine at this point in her life and get the Hell out 
of there.
   Making sure she had a good grip on the two plugs, she 
started sliding down towards where she knew the electrical 
outlet should be located.  As she slid slowly down the 
back of the cabinet, more of her blouse buttons kept 
popping.  Finally, Carolyn could feel her that blouse had 
been pulled out of her skirt's waistband and was now 
completely opened.  It was still caught on something 
above her, but with the blouse now almost off her she 
was just able to reach the floor.  Her thin bra was now 
the only thing between her sensitive breasts and the cold 
metal of the cabinet.
   Thankfully, after some frantic searching Carolyn's 
left hand finally came into contact with the smooth 
plastic outlet covering, but it was much, much lower than 
she had imagined it.
   She transferred the plugs carefully from her right 
hand, which was above her, to her left hand located below 
her.  Now, all she had to do was fit two plugs single-
handed into the outlet and she was done. 
   It was in a awkward place to begin with, near the 
baseboard, directly behind the wide, heavy cabinet.  
Carolyn was bent far over at the waist, but couldn't fit 
the plugs she was holding into the polarized receptacle 
the correct way.  It was just too dark back there for her 
to see properly.  She had been bent over long enough for 
the blood to start rushing to her head, but still she 
persevered.  She just couldn't make them fit.  The 
easiest thing would have been to simply back out and move 
the file cabinet, but she would have to empty it first 
and she wasn't about to do that.  She had just spent most 
of the afternoon filling the damn thing!
   So she stayed at it, trying not to get too angry or 
too dizzy.  She was getting ready for another try when 
she felt a pair of now-familiar hands on her hips.
   "Oh!  Mrs. Stevens?  Is that you?" she called.
   "Yes, Carolyn.  It's me.  What on earth are you doing 
back there?"
   "Trying to get these plugs in and not faint at the 
same time."
   A puzzled Carolyn felt Mrs. Stevens press herself 
fully against her embarrassingly positioned behind and 
the backs of her legs. The woman had her arms circled 
around Carolyn's waist, her hands resting on Carolyn's 
bare stomach.
   "I'm trying to see what's going on, dear, but it's too 
dark.  What's that white thing?  Is that your blouse?"
   "Yes, it's caught on something.  Look, I've already 
found the outlet, Mrs. Stevens.  It's these damn plugs, 
they keep twisting on me."
   "Don't worry, I'll hold you."
   "Thank you."  Carolyn knew she just wanted to help as 
she felt Mrs. Stevens' comforting hands moving 
mysteriously about her waist.  
   "However," she thought, "if she really wants to be of 
assistance, a flashlight right about now would be much 
more useful."
   "Oops!  Sorry, honey.  Something just snapped," Mrs. 
Stevens said, surprised that she had so easily unfastened 
the preoccupied Carolyn's skirt.  "Someone has been busy 
here," she said, thoughtfully remembering the enlarged 
button-holes.
   "What?" Carolyn asked, relieved with finally getting 
one of the plugs in correctly.  "Phew!" she thought.  
"Hope I have sense enough never to do this again!"
   With a triumphant "A-ha!" Carolyn at last was able to 
insert the second plug as her skirt slipped unaided to 
the floor.
   Feeling an unusual draft on her hips, she looked at 
her feet upside-down and saw a disturbing pile of cloth 
around there.  It took a moment for the dizzy Carolyn to 
realize just what it was she was looking at.  
   "Oh, my God!"  she cried.  It was her skirt!  It had 
just fallen off!
   She frantically tried to back out from behind the 
cabinet and felt her blouse being pulled over her head.   
   Again she tried to find what it was attached to, but 
in the narrow darkness, she could not.  Finally in 
disgust, she literally fought with the blouse until she 
was able to pull it over her head and off her arms.  
   Free at last, Carolyn again started to slide out from 
behind the cabinet.  Her bra strap, however, had caught 
on an old cable-run mounting on the wall behind her 
during her struggle to remove the blouse, and she 
couldn't move an inch.
   "Oh, no!" she cried as she now struggled to free her 
bra strap.  "Not again!"  She couldn't get her hands 
behind her to free it, so she simply used her body to 
pull on the strap as much as possible.  The altered strap 
broke quickly under the constant pressure and Carolyn 
finally felt free to move.  
   She had to be careful now, because the only thing 
holding her bra cups in place over her breasts was the 
cabinet.
   
   While Carolyn had been busy with blouse and bra, Mrs. 
Stevens had not been idle.  She had been running her 
hands lightly over the woman's bucking hips and legs.  
Her actions were adding greatly to the unaware Carolyn's 
feelings of nervousness.
      "I must see these," Mrs. Stevens thought, looking over 
the handsome yet still protected buttocks.  Choosing a 
time when Carolyn was particularly busy, she pinched the 
narrow right side of Carolyn's panties together and 
looped it and a bit of pantyhose over the rough 
protruding head of a large machine screw, which was 
located on the back of the cabinet.  
   "Now let's see what happens," Mrs. Stevens thought 
expectantly as she enjoyed her handiwork.

   So careful was she with her bra, that Carolyn never 
even noticed that anything was wrong with her panties.  
The more Carolyn tried to back out, though, the more the 
panties were pulled higher and higher over the smooth 
flesh of her hips, and the tighter the material became.  
Meanwhile, a hole cut into the top portion of her 
pantyhose by the rough screwhead caused the delicate 
material to become caught on the protruding screw as 
well.  It began to rip and tear, the runs rapidly 
spreading across the panty portion of the garment.  Soon 
the top and right leg of Carolyn's pantyhose resembled 
the web of a deranged spider.  
   Worse and worse her situation became, as Carolyn 
continued to struggle frantically to get from behind the 
cabinet and refasten her skirt.  Her pantyhose rapidly 
disintegrated until all that remained of it was the left 
leg and the waistband.  The rest of her flesh, except for 
the tiny bit still covered by the ravaged panties, from 
her waist down was completely exposed to the delighted 
gaze of her employer.
   As she tried harder and harder to leave the narrow 
space, Carolyn grew increasingly careless about her bra 
cups.  After one particularly violent (yet fruitless) 
effort on her part, Carolyn was shocked by the feel of 
cold metal on her sensitive breast flesh and nipples.
   But now she had other, more pressing matters to worry 
about.  The taut material of her strained panties had 
bunched between her buttocks and dug into soft hyper-
sensitive flesh of her vulva.  Carolyn kept trying to 
back out, but realized she wasn't going anywhere. Finally 
she noticed that something behind her was wrong, but by 
then it was too late.
   Somehow she had become caught on something again.  Her 
panties had become terribly uncomfortable for her, so 
they were what was probably snared.  Soon she could feel 
the rough cloth of Mrs. Stevens tweed business suit on 
her sensitive buttocks, and knew with a terrible 
certainty that not only her panties but her pantyhose as 
well had been affected.  Carolyn realized with horror 
that the ass cheeks of her raised behind were now 
completely exposed to her new employer and she was 
helpless to do anything about it!
    "Help me, please!  My clothes are caught on 
something.  I'm completely stuck!"
   "Let me see here," Mrs. Stevens said.  She stood back 
and slowly ran her hands over each delectable, trembling  
buttock several times, savoring the feel of the firm, 
healthy flesh.
   "Must you do that?" gulped Carolyn.
   "Need to find out where you're attached, honey.  Now, 
you just take it easy and let me work."
   "O...Okay."
   Mrs. Stevens brought up Carolyn's skirt from the 
floor.  At first, Carolyn hopefully thought that the 
woman was going to refasten her skirt for her while she 
looked for whatever she was caught on.
   But, that was not what happened at all.  Mrs. Stevens 
brought the skirt up past Carolyn's exposed hips and, 
after briefly freeing the caught panties, kept on sliding 
it down her back.  She flipped the skirt inside-out and 
left it draped over the helpless Carolyn's head!
   "Hey!" the surprised Carolyn shouted, her voice 
muffled by the skirt.  "Why did you do that?"
   "To get it out of the way, of course.  Or would you 
rather have me step all over it and ruin it?"
   "Oh.  Well, no.  I guess not.  But, please hurry!  The 
blood's all rushing to my head and I'm feeling very dizzy 
right now."

   Mrs. Stevens was in ecstasy.  She now had the 
delectable Miss Carolyn Lord all to herself to do with as 
she pleased, and this on the first day!  what had 
happened earlier at the club was nothing compared to 
this!
   She regretted not having access to Carolyn's fantastic 
breasts, but it was early yet.  You never know!
   With Carolyn bent over helpless before her, Mrs. 
Stevens began at the trapped woman's waist.  Making sure 
to lovingly sample every inch of flesh she could reach, 
she slowly moved her hands over the beautiful body.  She 
kept up a running commentary for Carolyn's benefit, on 
the success of her through search for what was snagged on 
the poor woman's clothes.
   By the time she reached the woman's feet (still in 
their pumps), Carolyn was trembling uncontrollably all 
over her body.  She wasn't really sure what was happening 
in the world outside of the skirt covering her head.  
Between the blood roaring in her ears and Mrs. Stevens 
search, Carolyn was in a state of fine frenzy.  The fires 
within her were practically out of control, and she had 
no idea why.   Rational thought was rapidly becoming a 
thing of the past.  All she could thing about were Mrs. 
Stevens lovely hands moving over her.  Could the woman 
not realize what she was doing to her, in trying to help 
her?  
   All Carolyn knew for sure was that is must end soon, 
or she would surely go mad!

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

   Carolyn started gasping for breath.  It was all 
becoming too much for her.  The blood was roaring ever 
loader in her head and she knew she was close to passing 
out.  The tingling between her trembling thighs was 
driving her mad.  Something had to stop soon, it just had 
too!
   Finally, her body had been teased enough.  "Aaah!" 
Carolyn screamed briefly when she climaxed, before 
blessed unconscious overtook her.  When her knees 
buckled, she hung for a moment by her tortured panties.  
With a quick "rip" the light material gave way under the 
strain and the unconscious Carolyn fell naked to the 
carpeted floor behind the cabinet, her torn panties and 
remaining bits of pantyhose hanging uselessly on the 
screw.

   Carolyn's eyes flickered open.  Disoriented by her 
ordeal, only slowly did she became aware of her 
surroundings.  She looked around and eventually realized 
that she was laying naked and alone on the leather couch  
in Mrs. Stevens office.  Of her clothes there was not a 
sign.
   "Oh, no.  Not again!"
   She got up and began looking around the office for her 
things.  She found what was left of her clothes in a 
folded pile on the chair behind the desk.  After giving 
the closed door of the office a fast glance, she quickly 
put on her skirt.  Next came the buttonless blouse, which 
she tucked into her skirt.  She padded barefoot into her 
own office carrying her ripped bra and got five safety 
pins from her desk.  She used one to repair her broken 
bra strap and the rest of the pins to close the more critical 
buttons of her blouse.  
   Carolyn had already put on her bra was just finishing 
closing her blouse when Mrs. Stevens swept into the room 
holding a measuring tape.
   "You're up!  How do you feel?"
   "Uh, much better, thank you," Carolyn said sheepishly, 
not sure how much Mrs. Stevens really knew about what 
happened to her.  
   "Okay, let's get you measured."
   "Measured for what?" Carolyn said in alarm as Mrs. 
Stevens came rapidly towards her.
   "We need to replace the underwear you lost today, 
honey.  Going to have someone pick it up now, so we can't 
delay.  Can't have you going home like that, now, can 
we?"
   "Thank you," Carolyn said simply, almost over come 
with emotion.  "That's very kind of you." 
   "Well, you're very special to us here.  It's the least 
we can do.  Now, stand still a moment, will you?"
   Carolyn had to turn so that Mrs. Stevens wouldn't see 
the tears of gratitude forming in her dark eyes.  
   "I'm 'very special' here," she thought.  "Very special."
   Mrs. Stevens began using the tape measure around 
Carolyn's hips.  Carolyn heard her mutter, 
   "Damn skirt!"  just before it was once again around 
her ankles.
   "Oh, my!" Carolyn gasped in surprise, now completely 
bottomless in front of her employer.
   "Is this really necessary?" she blurted as she tried 
to cover herself.  "I mean, I do know my own sizes."
   "You might, but I don't.  Besides, I like to get 
things exact.  Look, you've had enough fun for one day, 
okay?  Time to let someone else take charge of things.  Now 
stop fidgeting, keep your hands at your sides, and stand 
perfectly still, damn it!"
   "Yes, ma'am."  Carolyn reluctantly did as she was 
told, and did not move while Mrs. Stevens plied her with 
a tape measure.  After doing her waist and hips a few 
times, Carolyn jumped when Mrs. Stevens started to open 
the safety pins holding her blouse closed.
   "But, ah..." Carolyn began, only to be cut off by her 
boss.
   "Now, now.  It's getting in the way of the 
measurements."
   "Oh."  Soon her blouse had joined her skirt.  When the 
measurements of her bust began, Carolyn was dismayed to 
learn that her bra had to come off as well.
   So there she stood, in the office of her new employer, 
completely nude, while Mrs. Stevens plied her with the 
measuring tape.
   Carolyn had never realized that taking a person's 
measurements could be so difficult.  Mrs. Stevens spent a 
great deal of time working on her bust, draping the tape 
over her pert breasts again and again, dragging to tape 
from left to right and back again.  The constant 
unintentional friction of the tape moving over her 
sensitive nipples caused them to leap to attention, 
making the exasperated Mrs. Stevens exclaim to Carolyn's 
chagrin that now the bust measurements needed to be done 
all over again.
   Coolly the woman worked up and down the length and 
breath of Carolyn Lord's trembling, vulnerable naked 
body.  She used every excuse to secretly yet skillfully 
touch, caress, fondle, and stroke the beautiful, 
unsuspecting woman standing before her, from head to toe. 
   By the time a more than satisfied Mrs. Stevens had 
finished and left the room to make the necessary 
arrangements for her secretary's new underwear, Carolyn 
was panting.  Her nipples were very erect, and her 
heaving breasts felt swollen.  Sweat had broken out along 
her hairline and was running down the center of her back.  
She could even feel a trickle of vaginal secretions 
running between her thighs.  She had never felt so 
ashamed!
   She had just recovered from her last loss of control, 
and here she was getting ready to do it again!  Even 
worse, she had gotten this way just from someone taking 
her measurements!  Her measurements!
   "Oh, Dear God!  Will I never be free of these bizarre 
sensations I get anytime someone touches me?" she wailed 
to the empty room.  The room did not answer.
   Carolyn used some tissues to carefully dry herself 
off.  She then thankfully put on her bra, blouse, and 
skirt once again.
   When her clothes arrived, Mrs. Stevens remained with 
her, to make sure everything fitted properly.  She even 
helped her with her clothes, first to take off her skirt, 
then pulling on the new panties, and then finally the new 
pantyhose.
   Carolyn knew you couldn't hope for a better, more 
caring friend and employer then that!

   As the day drew to a close, Carolyn was convinced that 
Abigail Stevens was one of that few people she could 
absolutely trust.  She was always helping her around the 
office, had freed her from her terrible predicament, had 
insisted on doing such mundane things as measuring her 
herself, and even had new underwear purchased for her and 
brought to the office.  
   She knew very well that friends like these you are 
fortunate enough to find only once or twice in an entire  
lifetime.   It looked like she had now found her two, 
Tamiko and Mrs. Abigail Stevens, and the thought made her 
feel very safe.


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Four

   That evening a very exhausted but strangely content  
Carolyn Lord parked her car in front of her apartment 
building.  As she walked from the parking lot to her 
second-floor apartment, Carolyn thought about her day.
   In spite of the strange things that had happened to 
her afternoon, she felt her new job was just perfect.  
Even better for her, she knew that her boss was indeed a 
true friend.  Life was beautiful once again.  The only 
dark spot was the knowledge that she had more reacted 
sexually while in a perfectly innocent situation with 
someone (with a woman who was her employer no less!) 
who had just been trying to help her.
   Well!  She refused to let it get her down, not 
anymore.  So there, God!  She had just spent the worst 
two weeks of her life soul searching and guilt ridden, 
and for what?  What did it get her?  What good did it do?
   During the last day at her old firm, she had been 
deliberately betrayed by the individuals who worked 
there.  She had been naive then and had trusted people, 
but not anymore.  Those days were done.  She was on her 
guard now, no question.  That sort of thing would never 
happen again!  Besides, the chances of her falling in 
with another such herd of sick cows like that were almost 
nonexistent.  How many odd if not out-and-out deranged 
people like that could there be in the world?
   A common sense solution which just took care of that 
problem, Carolyn noted with satisfaction.  Now she 
wouldn't feel compelled to shut herself away in her 
apartment for the rest of her life.
   One difficulty now remained.  She knew it to be her 
real problem, and its unplanned and decidedly unexpected 
occurrence bothered her greatly.  It was her recent habit 
of becoming sexually stimulated at inappropriate times 
and with the wrong people.  Not just stimulated, 
but...peaking, and in the oddest situations, too.  It was 
terribly embarrassing and she didn't know what in Hell to 
do about it. 
   Well, if she had a problem, then it was up to her to 
solve it, plain and simple.  She had always found a 
direct approached worked best for most things.  Okay, then.  
She would be direct.  She would just resolve to ignore 
any such feelings in the future, that's all.  
   Carolyn had overcome many difficulties in her 30 
years, and she was still confident (in spite of all the 
recent evidence to the contrary) that she could overcome 
this one as well. She reasoned that it was simply a 
question of will, and she, Miss Carolyn Lord, possessed 
will and then some.  She would not run away screaming 
like a frightened schoolgirl every time someone 
innocently touched her, it just wasn't right.  It wasn't 
their problem, it was hers.
   She knew she could beat the fire which was now always 
smoldering within her, just below the surface.  She knew 
she could beat it.
   Strangely, she only hoped that in beating the fire, 
she didn't put it out completely.  Her life before the 
fire could be labeled as being complete, yet in truth it 
was sadly lacking something.  Her life, since the fire 
had been lighted that one Friday evening, hadn't been 
lacking anything, except control, something which she 
once had in abundance.  Secretly, she had to admit the 
fire did produce something quiet unexpected: fascinating 
and highly pleasing sensations.  Oh, Yes!  Even now, just 
thinking about it caused major tingles to radiate 
throughout her body from between her legs.  
   She found the whole situation very weird, yet secretly 
exciting as well.
   She would talk all of this out later tonight with 
Tamiko, of course, after dinner.  "Thank God for Tamiko," 
Carolyn said, as she always did when she approached her 
door.  "Thank God for Tamiko."
   Upon entering the apartment, she found everything had 
been set up for a special occasion.  The table was fully 
set with her best silver and china and wonderful aromas 
were coming from the kitchen.
   "Tamiko!" she called gaily.  "I'm home!"
   Her friend glided out of the kitchen wearing a very 
short, white silk robe and carrying a large frosted glass 
containing a red liquid.
   Seeing her friend, Carolyn thought, "It must be a 
special occasion tonight, she's dressed!"
   "It went well?" Tamiko asked politely.
   "Girl, it went very well.  So, what's all this?"
   "In celebration over your new job, of course," Tamiko 
said.  Holding the glass up with both hands, Tamiko bowed 
deeply and said, "For you, my precious."
   "MMmmm, Mai Tai," Carolyn murmured.  "My favorite."  
She took the offered glass and drank deeply.  "Thank you.  
You know how much I just love an ice-cold glass of fruit 
juice."
    "Yes, I know," Tamiko said dryly.  "Now, go take your 
shower and I'll lay out your clothes for you."
   Carolyn sighed.  "Here we go, again," she thought.
   "Tamiko, you know how much I appreciate your help, but 
you really don't need to pick out my clothes for me all 
the time.  I'm quite capable of doing it myself, really.  
Besides, I think you like things a little tighter that 
what I'm used to wearing."
   "Of course.  On your own, you dress like an unmade 
bed.  With me, you are always elegant.  Now go and do as 
you are told.  Then we can enjoy a true Japanese meal 
I've made with my own hands, to celebrate your successful 
new position."  
   "Okay, okay," said Carolyn, laughing.  There was something 
about a Japanese insult that was very Greek, she thought.
   "I'll go," she said, still smiling.  "But Japanese 
food?  Great!  I was wondering when we were going to do 
this.  What are we having?"
   "Only the finest in Oriental cuisine, that's all.  
Now, get going, or do I have to undress you again?"
   "Oh no!" exclaimed a suddenly alarmed Carolyn.  
"That's all right. I'm really too tired to play tonight, 
anyway. I'll go peacefully."

   Once, when Carolyn felt too depressed even to bother 
with a shower, Tamiko had proceeded to strip her naked 
right there on the living room couch.  Protest as she 
might, Carolyn couldn't prevent loosing item after item, 
garment after garment.  When she had been made completely 
naked, and was cringing on the couch trying to cover 
herself, a laughing Tamiko dragged her nude to the shower 
and, after turning on the water, had thrust her inside.
   "Need any help with your back?"
   "No, that's okay," Carolyn said ruefully, water pouring 
over her head.  "You've done more that enough already, 
thank you.  Now shut the damn door before we flood the 
place and go away!"
   In the shower Carolyn realized at the time that, as 
usual with the frequently outrageous Tamiko, her black 
mood had completely disappeared, and as some sort of 
weird side effect, she felt oddly alive all over.
   "She's a true treasure, that one," Carolyn thought.  
"Really must find a cousin for her.  Maybe it would help 
her burn off some of that excess energy she has so much 
of."

   Looking forward to her first Japanese meal, Carolyn 
showered with a passion, scrubbing away the grime (and 
some sticky vaginal fluid) from her first day on the job.  
She was feeling mellow, just like she always did 
after having her favorite fruit drink.  Who would have 
thought that a combination of standard tropical fruit 
juices could produce such a pleasing effect, and all 
without the use of alcohol?
   Hearing a noise, she turned and, through the misted 
glass, saw Tamiko picking up all the clothes she had 
left in her haste on the floor of the bathroom.  Carolyn 
wanted to tell her to be sure and leave her underwear, 
but the waving Tamiko had quickly left the room before 
she had a chance.
   After her shower, a much refreshed Carolyn exited the 
bathroom in her usual towel to find a long emerald-green  
silk dressing gown with half-sleeves and a black set of 
tabi socks laid out on the bed.  
   "Beautiful," she said.  "But first things first."
   She went to her dresser's underwear drawer and found 
it completely empty.  "I don't believe this," she 
muttered.  She stuck her out into the hallway.  "Tamiko!  
Where is everything?"
   "Where is what, my precious?"
   "You know what.  My underwear.  All of my underwear is 
missing."
   "They aren't missing, my precious.  They are being 
washed, that is all."
   "All of them?  At the same time?  What am I supposed 
to wear this evening, until they're done?"
   "Everything you need is on the bed.  Now, don't bother 
me about trivialities, I am cooking!"
   "Trivialities?!  All right, have it your way," she 
yelled down the hall.  "See if I care."
   To herself she added, "But if there's a fire, life 
could get very interesting around here."
   Carolyn went back into the bedroom, removed her towel 
and left it folded neatly on a chair.  Sighing, she put 
on the robe and tied the slick silk sash.  She slipped 
her feet into the tabi socks and fastened them.   
Finally, she looked at her full-length mirror.
   "Wow," she breathed.  "Tamiko, you shouldn't have."  
Along the length of the shiny green material were 
shimmering dragons made of black and gold.  
   "It is truly beautiful," she thought.  Naturally, since it 
came from Tamiko, it followed faithfully her every curve 
and bulge.
   Sighing again over her lack of underwear, she left the 
bedroom and headed for the kitchen.  Well, how could 
spending one evening without bra and panties matter?  She 
certainly wasn't planning on going anywhere.  No company 
was expected this evening.  Besides, Tamiko had spent the 
last two weeks running around the apartment looking a 
whole lot worse without any problems at all.
   "Might as well give her a hand," Carolyn thought.  She 
caught another whiff of those delicious aromas.  Odd, but 
there was something vaguely familiar about them.  The 
closer she got to the kitchen, the more familiar they 
became.
   "What kind of Japanese cooking is this, anyway?" she 
asked as she entered the kitchen.
   "If you really must know, we are having: dolmathes, 
keftethies, souvlakia, pastitsio, and a little number 
called 5-Star Metaxa to wash it all down."  
   "Why you little faker!"  A smiling Carolyn put her 
arms around Tamiko's waist.  "That food is about as 
Japanese as I am."
   "Well, this is your celebration after all," said 
Tamiko as she placed her arms around Carolyn's waist and 
drew her close.
   "Where did you get all the recipes?"
   "From that Greek cookbook you've put together on your 
computer.  I've been studying it for a week now."
   "Metaxa!  That's very good stuff, but, also very 
strong.  You know I don't drink, Tamiko."
   "I know it very well," Tamiko said, sighing.  "However, 
I think, my precious, that tonight you can make a small 
exception."
   Tamiko leaned up and kissed Carolyn very gently on the 
mouth.  
   "Please, don't do that," Carolyn breathed.  "You know 
what that does to me."
   "No, I don't.  Tell me!" Tamiko said as she kissed the 
blushing Carolyn again.
   Carolyn felt everything spinning out of control as the 
Japanese teenager pressed her lips tightly against 
Carolyn's.  Nothing mattered for the moment, not even 
when she felt her sash being opened and her beautiful 
robe being pulled off of her shoulders.  "I'll fix 
everything in a second," she thought.  "Just as soon as 
Tamiko is finished."
   Tamiko reluctantly broke the kiss, leaving a dizzy 
Carolyn holding onto the back of a chair for support.
   "I want you like this tonight," Tamiko said as she 
folded the robe over her arm.
   "Like what?" asked a perplexed Carolyn.
   "Just as you are, naked!"
   "Tamiko, please be serious," a shocked Carolyn pleaded 
when she realized that her friend was serious.
   Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, she placed her left 
arm over her breasts and her right hand over her sex.  "I 
can't go around like this.  Someone might see!"
   "Just as you are, I said.  With nothing more, and 
nothing less, will you spend the rest of the evening."
   "No, I will not.  It's a silly and childish thing to 
do."
   "You refuse?" Tamiko asked coldly, walking towards 
her.
   "Tamiko, please, please don't make me do this.  It's 
not right."
   The small teenager stood directly in front of Carolyn, 
and looked deeply into her confused eyes.  "I'll decide 
what's right for you, my precious.  Don't you worry about 
that."
    
   During the meal, a nude but strangely animated Carolyn 
talked of her experiences at work while Tamiko related 
tales from her day of classes at the university.  She 
found herself feeling more and more excited, yet nothing 
really had happened to justify it.  The simple act of 
sitting at the dinner table nude was turning her on to an 
incredible degree.
   Carolyn realized that she had been spending a lot of 
time in various states of undress lately, for one stupid 
reason or another, but this was the first time she had 
actually enjoyed doing so.  There was no fear in this 
room.  There was no one here to see her, or to take 
advantage of her vulnerability.  It was just Tamiko 
wearing the strangest look of contentment and her, in 
their own private paradise.  Once she had gotten over her 
initial embarrassment, there was only her own simmering 
sexuality to contend with, and nothing else.
   To her surprise, the very fact that Tamiko had 
remained fully dressed for a change had only served to 
heighten Carolyn's feelings of excitement.  Also, 
Tamiko's insistence that Carolyn do all of the serving 
tonight was something else which added to her secret 
sensations of sexual excitement.
   Carolyn hoped to keep her runaway emotions hidden from 
her friend, in case she would think less of her for 
feeling this way, but there were certain signs she found 
it impossible to conceal in her nude state.  
   Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, pointing out 
from her proud swollen breasts like long pink soldiers 
standing at attention.  She had become so wet down below 
that she had to discreetly cover her seat with a few 
cloth napkins, otherwise she was afraid the seat pad 
would become hopelessly stained with her freely flowing 
vaginal secretions.  Carolyn kept her legs tightly 
crossed to try and control the fires growing within her. 
   She kept drinking the Metaxa, hoping it would help 
quell the flames, but it was only making her giggle and 
sing Greek songs she had learned as a child.
   Carolyn had never known that eating could be so much 
fun!

   Finally the delightful meal was over and Carolyn was a 
little disappointed.  She was feeling so good right now, 
she had hoped this meal could go on forever.
   "All right, my precious," said Tamiko.  "You can clear 
the table now."
   Carolyn pouted a moment, then said playfully, "But I 
don't want to!  Why don't you do it?"
   "Because I cooked it, that's why.  Now clear it."
   "Jeeze, what a slave driver!" Carolyn said as she 
staggered to her feet.
   "Whoa!" she muttered as her apartment did some 
interesting dips and turns.  Odd, she never remembered it  
doing such things before.
   She waited until the room settled down a bit, then 
collected her dirty plates.  Carefully walking over to 
where Tamiko was still sitting, she leaned over the 
teenager to get her dishes. 
   After watching vaginal fluids run down between the 
woman's inner thighs, the Japanese girl reached out and 
pulled gently on Carolyn's erect nipples. 
   "Oh, my!" Carolyn breathed as she closed her eyes.   
She almost dropped the dishes in shock over the highly 
erotic sensations now radiating from her breasts as 
Tamiko continued to rhythmically pull and twist on the 
pink tissue.  
   "Oh, my!" she breathed again.  With her hands full of 
dishes, she could only stand there, wearing only her 
Japanese house slippers, bent over the table, her breath 
coming in gasps as Tamiko continued to manipulate the 
sensitive pink buds on her hanging breasts.
   Suddenly feeling dizzy, Carolyn leaned further over 
and placed all of the dishes she was carrying back on the 
table.  She planted both her hands firmly on the table 
and used her arms for support as she through her head 
back, trying to clear it.
   Tamiko continued her expert loving manipulation of 
Carolyn's nipples, until with a low groan Carolyn 
collapsed insensible over the dirty dishes on the table. 
   In the throes of a mighty orgasm, Carolyn did not 
notice Tamiko get up from the table and strip.  Nor did 
she notice that Tamiko was wearing a rather lethal 
looking dildo with various small knobs and bumps on its 
surface under her clothes, strapped around her hips.
   Tamiko got behind the still woman and, kneeling on a 
chair, began to work the tip of the dildo into Carolyn's 
thoroughly lubricated vulva.  
   "Uuhhh," Carolyn groaned as she felt herself be 
penetrated from behind.  She wasn't really sure if it was 
real or just another of her realistic dreams, but for 
once she simply didn't care.  It felt too good to care!
   She spread her legs and raised her hips as much as she 
could as the dildo continued its smooth, slow passage 
into her hot, steaming vagina.
   When she felt the dildo was in far enough (Carolyn was 
feeling very stuffed indeed), Tamiko began a wondrous 
back-and-forth motion with her hips, and the double-
headed dildo (one end had been inside Tamiko the entire 
evening) worked its marvelous spell on both women at the 
same time.  
   Carolyn and Tamiko panted and groaned to the educated 
movements of Tamiko's practiced hips.  After having drawn 
it out as long as she could, Tamiko quickened the pace 
until her hips became a faint blur.
   The woman and the girl cried out their joy 
simultaneously as their vaginas began to spasmed 
gleefully around the cunningly-made dildo at the same 
time.  Eventually, even Tamiko had had enough and she 
passed out on top of an already unconscious Carolyn, 
leaving the dildo still inserted in their nevertheless  
pulsating vaginas.
   After she recovered, Tamiko left an unmoving Carolyn 
still collapsed over the table, while she tottered 
uncertainly back to their bedroom for a quick shower and 
some well deserved sleep.
   
   When she awoke, Carolyn found herself sprawled across 
the dirty dishes on the dinner table.  Carefully making 
sure that she didn't knock anything to the floor, Carolyn 
gingerly worked her way up from the table.  
   "Oh, my head," she groaned as she stood more-or-less  
errect.  "What happened?" she asked, but the empty room 
did not answer.  Carolyn remembered having a great time 
eating, then nothing.  She looked at the mantel clock and 
saw that it was 11:45.  
   "It was a great party," she said dryly.  "Pity I slept 
through most of it."
   She glanced down and saw that her bare breasts and 
stomach were covered with dried food.  "That's just 
great," she muttered as she dragged her poor aching head 
to the bedroom.
   As she walked, she kept wincing from a strange pain in 
her crazily tingling vagina.  It felt almost like a 
sprain, she thought.  Now what caused that, she wondered?  
Probably from when she passed out (that damned Metaxa!) 
on the table.
   "Wonderful," she said sullenly, as she saw Tamiko 
sleeping peacefully in their bed.  
   "So much for the joy of having a roommate," she 
thought.  "No more celebrations!"


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Five

   Carolyn parked in the section of the lot marked 
"Visitors", and walked towards the front entrance of the 
club.  She still couldn't get over how small the building 
looked on the outside, and yet still be able to house 
such extensive facilities.
   Once she entered the cool, lavish interior, she looked 
for her employer.  Not seeing Mrs. Stevens in the lobby, 
Carolyn went up to the reception desk.
   "Pardon me, but I was to meet a Mrs. Stevens, Abigail 
Stevens, here at this time. Could you tell me if she's 
already gone into the dining room?"
   "Are you a member?"
   "Ah, no ma'am, but Mrs. Stevens is."
   "Yes.  MRS. Stevens has been a member here for a long 
time,"  the pert, blonde receptionist said with 
surprising emphasis.  She moved to where a computer 
terminal was located.  "I know the lady well," she 
murmured cryptically as she scanned the screen.
   Carolyn wondered what on earth the receptionist had 
meant by that last remark.   
   "Well, let's see now.  She's not on my check-in list.  
Perhaps there's a message."
   The receptionist quickly typed a few key-strokes.
   "Ah, here we are.  You are Miss Carolyn Lord?"
   "Yes, that's me."
   "Mrs. Stevens has been delayed at the office, but will 
be along in about 20 minutes.  She would like you to wait 
for her here in the lobby."
   "Oh, my.  20 minutes!  Well, thank you for the 
message."
   "My pleasure.  You can wait right over there," she 
said, gesturing to an area of plush furniture situated 
far away from the desk.
   Carolyn started to leave the counter, when suddenly 
she felt an urgent need coming from her bladder.  20 
minutes!  She would never make it.
   "Excuse me again, but I need to freshen up a bit 
before my friend arrives.  Where's the ladies room?" 
Carolyn asked.
   "Certainly.  It's through the dining area, on the 
left.  As a guest, you should really have an escort, but 
I remember you from before, and Abigail Stevens is a 
member in very good standing.  Just remember not to 
wander, okay?  The club has very strict rules about 
unaccompanied guests, and we could all get into a great 
deal of trouble."
   "Yes, of course," Carolyn stiffly replied.  Well, she 
was interested in this unusual place located in such an 
out of the way part of town.  It intrigued her curiosity.  
But, she certainly wasn't some child who would go where 
she didn't belong!
   Feeling a little insulted, Carolyn made her way 
through the darkness of the dining area.  She found the 
small green arrows along the floor and followed them down 
a long twisting corridor until she came to the restroom 
area.  Surprised, she found just one door marked with a 
pink neon light flashing "WOMEN!" 
   "Someone's proud," she murmured.  She opened the wide  
oak door and found herself in a discretely lighted, very 
well-appointed restroom.  "Wow," she breathed quietly.  
"If this is just the toilet, I wonder what the rest of 
this place looks like!"
   It was all marble sinks, counters, and floors, with 
dark wood paneling and gleaming brass fittings on the 
walls.  
   "Thank God," she thought.  "I can finally see."
   She walked swiftly into one of the roofless stalls, 
only to stop suddenly.  She found she was staring in 
horror at an endless procession of...herself!
   On each side of the large stall, including the door, 
was mounted a full-length mirror.
   "They can't be serious!" she exclaimed.  "I can't do 
this!"  But her full bladder insisted otherwise.
   "Damn," Carolyn muttered.  She saw a hook mounted in 
the center of each mirror and had an idea.  Carolyn 
looked about the empty restroom to ensure that no one was 
would notice what she was going to do.  She closed the 
door to the stall and fastened the latch.
   She unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head.  
It was really too tight to allow what she had to do 
anyway. "If only Tamiko didn't like to see me in such 
clinging clothes," she thought.
   Carolyn carefully hung the dress up on the door's 
hook.  Sighing, she bent over and, after kicking off her 
shoes, pulled her pantyhose off as well, and placed them 
on the hook to her right.
   She was now semi-surrounded by herself in just her 
low-cut bra and panties.  She reached behind her to 
unfasten her bra, then stopped.
   "Oh, no!  I'm not going through that again!"  Leaving 
her bra alone, she sat on the toilet and pulled her 
panties down to her knees.  The mirrors' reflection was 
still too much for her and she closed her eyes, trying to 
force herself to relax and get this over with.  While she 
was patiently sitting, Carolyn could hear young, laughing 
voices now in the restroom.
   "Wonderful," she muttered.  She realized that anyone 
could easily tell she was sitting here bare-legged and 
without shoes, if they cared to look under the door.  She 
could hear the voices getting closer and closer to her 
stall, and she became more and more nervous.  She 
fidgeted with impatience, but she was so nervous by now 
that she was locked tight and nothing flowed.
   When the voices stopped, and all became quiet outside 
her door, Carolyn really got nervous.  "Damn!" she 
muttered, with feeling.  "Come on, already!"
   She heard some faint rustle of clothing, then nothing.  
Still, she refused to open her eyes.  If she looked and 
saw herself sitting almost naked on the toilet one more 
time today, she knew she would probably never go to the 
bathroom again!
   Finally, she heard the laughing voices resume on the 
far side of the room.  There was the sound of a door 
opening and the voices faded in the distance.  Breathing 
a sigh of relief, Carolyn finally opened one eye to make 
sure that all was well, only to find that her clothes 
were gone from the stall.
   "Damn them!" she shouted, her eyes wide in shock.
   Her body tensed and she was preparing to chase after 
the thieves, when Carolyn finally flowed.  "Oh, no!" she 
cried as her bladder became an endless reservoir of urine.  
"Not now!"
   By the time she was done and had daintily if quickly 
cleaned herself, the voices were long gone.
   "Maybe they just left them outside, or in one of the 
other stalls," she thought hopefully.  She checked the 
restroom carefully, but her clothes were not to be found 
anywhere.
   "Oh, hell!  Now what am I supposed to do?" she wailed, 
suddenly feeling very exposed in just her bra and 
panties.
   There wasn't any phone, so the only way she could get 
word to Mrs. Stevens was if she could flag a passing 
waitress, or even ask another user of the restroom.  But 
Mrs. Stevens wasn't even due for another 15 minutes at 
least.  Besides, did she even want to tell her new 
employer about this?  What would she think of her new 
secretary?  What responsible person would loose their 
clothes in such a place?  
   No!  Carolyn knew that it was up to her to find her 
clothes, and quickly.  All she had to do was to locate 
one of the staff, and let them know what happened.
   Well, there were two doors in this place.  One led to 
the dining area, and she was sure they wouldn't be seen 
carrying a woman's clothes and shoes through there.   
Besides, she was positive she heard the voices leaving on 
the far side of the room. 
   Which left the other door.  It had a card-lock, and 
was posted with a forbidding "Absolutely Members Only" 
sign.  "Well, this is an emergency, damn it!" she said.
   Carolyn carefully tried the knob, and found that who 
ever had last used the door had failed to properly close 
it.  Taking a deep breath, she opened the door completely 
and went inside, making sure to leave the door ajar.
   She found herself in an empty, tiled locker room.  As 
she stood wondering what to do next, she heard the door 
hiss shut behind her.
   "Oh, no!" she gasped.  She turned and tried to open 
it, but the door was tightly locked.  She saw a card-lock 
next to the door and quickly realized what it meant.  She 
was locked in!
   "Great.  That's just perfect."
   Carolyn tried to check some of the many lockers, but 
they all possessed a four-button combination lock built 
into the doors.  
   She followed a short corridor and found herself in a 
long room, with shower heads located high along each 
wall.
   She knew she was on the right track though when she 
found her pantyhose in the far corner of the room.  They 
were completely soaked with water and had been tied into 
a series of the most intricate and tightest knots Carolyn 
had ever seen.
   "Damn them," she said quietly as she kneeled and tried 
without success to pick the knots open.  "Damn them."
   She stood and violently threw the now useless 
pantyhose across the room.  What had started as a kid's 
prank had suddenly become much more personal for her.  
Carolyn burned with the need to find the persons 
responsible for this outrage.  She would do anything to 
find them.  Just anything!
   Leaving the shower area, she went through the locker 
room and followed another corridor.  A few turns and one 
door later, Carolyn entered a large room filled with a 
wide variety of expensive-looking exercise equipment. 
  With relief, she saw that she had finally found a room 
with people in it.  Carolyn was startled to see that 
several of the women on the machines were nude, and the 
few who were dressed were wearing only the briefest of 
exercise clothes. 
   Carolyn was wandering timidly through the maze of busy 
exercise equipment, when a naked, formidably athletic 
woman came storming up to her.
   "You know you are not allowed in here dressed like 
that.  You must follow the dress code!  It's for your own 
safety."
   "Dress code?" stammered Carolyn.
   "Yes.  The one you agreed to when you joined.  Or, 
aren't you a member?" she demanded of the startled 
Carolyn.
   "Well..." 
   "Because if you're not, then whoever brought you will 
loose their membership.  Now, are you a member or not?"
   "Yes, yes!" Carolyn exclaimed.  "I'm a...a new member."
   "OK, then.  Thought I hadn't seen you here before.  
Hi, my name's Roxanne, but everyone calls me Rocky."
   "Ah, hello.  I'm Carolyn."
   Rocky held out an opened hand.  "Your clothes."
   "What!"
   "Your close, please."
   "But, I'm only looking for..."
   "Look, I don't want to hear it.  It's always the same.  
Everyone just wants to come in here and look for 
something young and sweaty.  Well, tough!  You're here, 
so you follow the rules.  Your clothes, or do I have to 
take them from you?"
   "No, no!  It's all right," she said as she quickly put 
her handbag down on the floor next to her and 
straightened up again.  Reluctantly, she unfastened her 
bra and draped it in the woman's hand.  Turning, she took 
a deep breath, bent over, and quickly pulled off her 
panties.    
   Carolyn blushed to the roots of her hair as she handed 
over the last of her clothes to the waiting Rocky.
   "Don't worry.  You've got nothing to be ashamed of, 
honey," Rocky said as her eyes appreciatively traveled 
over the nude woman.  "Nothing at all," she whispered. 
   "Er, thank you.  When can I..."
   "You'll get them back when you finally leave the 
Athletic Zone, as usual.  Oh, by the way.  Are these 
real?"
   Carolyn was going to ask what was she talking about 
when she felt something gently take hold of her right 
breast.
   Stunned, she looked down to see Rocky's left hand 
holding her, holding her breast!
    "Ah..." was all Carolyn could say as Rocky, the 
underwear now draped carelessly over her left shoulder, 
reached over and started hefting Carolyn's left breast as 
well.
   "They certainly feel real," cooed Rocky as she openly 
messaged the pert mammaries.  She moved so that the two 
women were now almost pressing together, face-to-face. 
   "Ah..." Carolyn sputtered as she automatically began to 
back up.  She looked wildly about the room, but no one 
was paying the slightest notice to what was going on.     
   She was still backing when she felt something cold and 
round poke into her left buttock.  "Aaahh!" she gasped, 
and reflexively flew forward to escape whatever was 
behind her.
   "Oof!" exclaimed a surprised Rocky as Carolyn slammed 
into her.  "My, we are eager, aren't we?"
   When Carolyn realized that their nude bodies were now 
pressed tightly together, she let out a squeal and sprang 
back.
   Carolyn's mouth opened but she couldn't make a sound 
as she felt something enter her from behind.  She looked 
over her shoulder and saw in horror that she had firmly 
impaled her anus on the polished wooden handle of a 
rowing machine's oar.
   Carolyn could only stand there, naked and paralyzed 
with humiliation as Rocky knelt in front of her, the 
woman's nose only an inch from Carolyn's pubic area.  
Rocky ran her hands freely over Carolyn's trembling 
buttocks.

   "Ah, ha!  There's the problem," Rocky exclaimed 
breathily as she felt the smooth, rounded tip that was 
buried between Carolyn's ass cheeks, her mind spinning  
with the heady aroma emanating from Carolyn's vulnerable 
sex.  She knew what she had done was very dangerous: Rule 
One for the staff was that you never touch a member 
first.  "Control!" Rocky thought desperately as she 
looked at the perfect cunt right there in front of her.  
"Remember, she's a member!"
   She breathed deeply and, dizzy with the heavenly scent 
of the woman, Rocky threw caution to the winds.  "What 
ever happens, it will be worth it!" she thought 
gleefully.
   With unbridled joy, Rocky clutched each delightful 
buttock firmly and gently pulled Carolyn's hips forward, 
planting her nose in the soft tissue of Carolyn's vulva 
in the process.  Moving the now freed hips slightly back-
and-forth, Rocky used the opportunity to rub the bridge 
of her prominent nose against Carolyn's highly sensitive 
vulva.  Humming in the joy of her work, Rocky 
deliberately teased Carolyn's vulva until she could feel 
the bridge of her nose covered with the woman's vaginal 
juices.
   Stunned by what had happened, Carolyn could only stand 
and vaguely wonder why it was taking Rocky so long to 
help her.  She thought she was free of it, but Rocky 
still seemed to be working at something with her hips, so 
something must still be wrong.  She knew there was 
something touching her sensitive sex, but what could she 
do about it?  The woman was only trying to free her from 
the consequences of her own stupidity.  How could she 
complain to her about that?
   Soon she did not care that everyone in the room had by 
now stopped whatever they were doing and stared at where 
she stood in her shame and degradation.  Carolyn was now 
really worried only about one thing.  It was the burning, 
again.  It started when she had been reduced to her 
underwear.  She could feel the tingling in her vagina 
even then.  Now it was almost out of control.  She could 
feel it steadily build and build deep within her.  The 
passion was building within her, that terrible passion 
where reason fled and her body took control.
   She prayed that Rocky would free her before she once 
again made a fool of herself.  But Rocky seemed no nearer 
success then she was before.  The movement of her hips 
continued, and with it so did the pressing on her sex.  
The more that Rocky tried to free her, the worse the fire 
became.  She felt like such a slut!
   Carolyn realized with horror that she had done it to 
herself again!  Again!  In her anger at her own terrible 
nature, her hips began to move on their own, increasing 
the pleasure of each stroke.  Her hands tightly clutched 
the back of Rocky's head as she tried to increase the 
strange tingling she felt on her womanhood.  As the 
sensations of her arousal increased, so too did her 
feelings of self-anger.  As her anger increased, the more 
powerful her thrusting hips became.  
   It took all of Rocky's considerable strength to hold 
on to the fiercely jerking hips, any sense of propriety 
long since forgotten in a storm of emotions.  She planted 
her mouth on Carolyn's vulnerable pussy, sucking, biting, 
and tonguing the hyper-sensitive flesh for all she was 
worth. 
   The other women in the room could only sit passively 
as they watched the beautiful woman respond to the oral 
stimulation she was receiving from her enthusiastic 
lover.
   The scream which marked Carolyn's climax echoed about 
the silent room.  Carolyn was in ecstasy, her degradation 
was complete!  In her deranged metal state, it was a sign 
of her true worth to be used by everyone and anyone.  
Nothing else mattered any more.  She was so obviously a 
slut, she might as well be treated as one.
   Before she could act on this strange idea, Carolyn 
found herself being dragged across the room.  "Come on, 
honey," Rocky said, holding her by the arm.  "Let's find 
some place a little more private."
   They went through a side door into a room containing a 
single saddle on a metal pedestal.  
   Carolyn was trying to clear her head of the strange 
thoughts which were clouding her mind.  Things had gotten 
out of control for her again.  The saddle was just a bit 
of odd furniture to her.  She wasn't even  aware when 
Rocky placed her on the saddle until she felt the cool 
leather on her naked buttocks.
   "Oh!" she gasped in surprise.  "What's going on here?" 
she wondered as she looked around.  "Where did everybody 
go?" she asked, still confused over the change in rooms.
   "This is my most favorite thing, honey," laughed 
Rocky.  "Sit still now.  Here comes the fun part."  
   Carolyn, still dazed, obediently sat very still as 
Rocky pushed a button disguised as a saddle rivet.  
Directly under Carolyn's crotch a slim, round object 
began to rise.
   "Oh, my!" she cried as she felt herself penetrated for 
the second time that day.  She looked down in horror at 
the growing object protruding from the saddle seat and 
going directly into her own body!
   She tried to protest, but all the dazed woman could 
manage was a grunted "Ugh!" as the heavily lubricated 
soft-rubber dildo continued to extend and expand deeper 
and deeper within her.  Finally, she got her breath back 
enough to gasp, "Please, what are you doing...to me?" 
   "I haven't even started yet, honey.  Hold on, it's 
going to be a bumpy ride.  Just need to reset the timer 
first."
   "Hold on?  But I don't want to hold on!"  The 
bewildered Carolyn was in fact trying desperately to get 
off, but the probe within her now was so long it wouldn't 
allow her to do so.  She rose over it as far as she 
could, but then had to carefully lower herself back into 
contact with the seat.  Her arms weren't long enough, and 
there was nothing around she could use to raise herself 
over it.  She was trapped!
  "WAAAaaahhh!" she cried as she kept trying to free 
herself.
   "Ah, here we go!" Rocky yelled in triumph as she 
pushed the final button.
   The saddle began a gentle rocking motion, the 
sensation amplified a hundred times by the dildo embedded 
deep within Carolyn's helpless vagina!  
    So distracted was she by this terrible violation of 
her body, Carolyn never noticed when a second well-
lubricated soft-rubber dildo rose from the seat, worked 
its way between her quivering buttocks, and deliberately 
penetrated her unprotected anus.  By the time Carolyn 
realized with horror that she had a second intruder, the 
dildo was well into her.
   She tried desperately to stop the dildo's slow, 
relentless rise, but she just couldn't get reach it 
underneath her.  Soon it was fully within her.
   The double-penetrated woman cried and shouted for 
relief, but Rocky only smiled encouragingly at her and 
touched another control.
   The dildoes began to vibrate and Carolyn lost her 
mind!  
   Rational thought fled the helpless woman as pure 
erotic sensations flooded through her.  Her thighs  
clamped tightly on the seat and Carolyn instinctively 
rode the mechanical saddle with a wild abandon.
   After her first mind-shattering orgasm, Carolyn was 
able to smile weakly at Rocky.  Relieved, she was 
expecting to be released now that this strange woman had 
thoroughly humiliated her by driving her to a (she had to 
admit) wonderful climax.  What else could there be?
   But Rocky was not yet finished.  She touched another 
control, and Carolyn's look of tired relief quickly 
changed to one of alarm as the exquisite sensations 
within her did not stop, but were instead intensified.
   By her fifth orgasm, Carolyn's body had endured all it 
could, and, with one final scream of ecstasy, she fainted 
dead away on the still gently rocking saddle.

   Carolyn was feeling deliciously creamy.  She had no 
idea where she was, but for the moment she just didn't 
care.  Her love was kissing her deeply and that was all 
that mattered.  She knew even without opening her eyes 
that Tamiko had found her once again.  She automatically 
kissed her back, enjoying the feel of the girl's lips on 
hers.  Something was happening at her crotch, and she 
moved her hips to increase the wonderful sensations 
coming from there.
   She touched Tamiko's smooth back and found it 
surprisingly muscular.  "She must be lifting weights or 
something," Carolyn thought.    
   Carolyn opened her eyes to find herself staring 
horror-stricken into the hot, amorous eyes of Rocky.
   "Oh, No!" she cried.  She tried to push off her 
bizarre assailant but the woman was far too strong for 
her.  She opened her mouth to scream but all that came 
out was a shocked grunt as Rocky cleverly manipulated 
Carolyn's clitoris, causing her prepared pussy to spasm 
uncontrollably as her body was suddenly plunged into a 
series of earth-shattering orgasms.
   Carolyn could do nothing but endure the sweet-terrible 
convulsions that were coursing through her body.  In 
desperation, she held on to Rocky, praying the spasming 
would end.
   At last, her body, having betrayed her yet again, 
finally calmed enough for her take in some deep gasping 
breaths.  
   Rocky looked down at the nude woman fondly.  "I think 
I'm in love," she announced happily.  "You're a pistol, 
honey!  What's your name?"
   Carolyn, feeling too humiliated for words, could only 
lay there, passive and silent as Rocky eagerly nibbled 
her sweaty breasts.  She had done it again!  She had been 
taken by a total stranger (a woman, yet), and her body 
had responded eagerly to every unwanted caress 
and...penetration.  
   She was lost!
   
   Recognizing a bad case of the guilts ("Mothers have a 
lot to answer for," she thought angrily), Rocky picked up 
Carolyn from her office cot and carried her into her 
small private shower.  Placing her on her feet, Rocky 
adjusted the water to an agreeably warm temperature and 
began to briskly soap up the nude woman.
   Working professionally (she wasn't a former nurse's 
aid for nothing), Rocky had Carolyn completely cleaned, 
showered and dried in the space of five minutes.
   With a bath towel wrapped around her body and a 
smaller towel around her hair, a grateful Carolyn 
followed Rocky back to her glass-walled office and sat 
exhausted in one of the two office chairs.
   Rocky made some instant coffee and handed Carolyn a  
steaming mug.
   "Thank you," the exhausted Carolyn said as she savored 
the hot aroma.  "I feel much better now."
   "Good.  Now, you never did say what you were doing 
wandering around here."
   "My clothes.  Some people had taken my clothes while I 
was in the restroom.  I thought they came this way."
   "Group of about four?  Mostly gigglers?" Rocky asked.
   "Yes, I think so."
   "I know them.  They came running through here about 
fifteen minutes before you came into the gym."
   "My clothes?  Are they here?"
   "Sorry, but the bundle they were carrying left with 
them.  You'll never see your things again.  I'm sorry.  
This is not how we treat our members here."
   "Oh, my.  What am I supposed to do now?"
   "Wait a moment.  Let me get your other things from the 
main floor, and then we will see what we can come up 
with."
   "OK, thank you."
   
   Rocky came back shortly, red-faced and swearing with a 
vengeance.
   "Those damned kids.  The members out on the floor said 
that they came back while we were, ah, busy, and took the 
rest of your things."
   "Oh, No!" 
   "Oh, Yes!  Everything but your handbag is gone.  But 
worry not, I've got some things in the lost-and-found box 
that might even fit you.  But I'll have to leave you 
alone for a while.  They are all kept in the front 
office."
   "That's all right.  I'll be fine here, really."
   After Rocky left, she watched the ceaseless activity of 
the women using the gym.  Soon Carolyn noticed an older 
woman pushing a wheeled laundry cart toward the office.  
   Leaving her cart by the door, and, without 
acknowledging Carolyn's friendly greeting, the woman 
walked silently through the office and into the shower 
room.
   Shrugging her shoulders slightly, Carolyn resumed 
watching through the glass walls.  She did not notice the 
woman, now burdened with used towels, walk quietly close 
behind her.
   With a sharp tug, a shocked Carolyn lost her body 
towel!  As she crouched in front of the glass wall, 
trying desperately to cover herself with her hands and 
arms, she felt her hair towel disappear as well.  Unable 
to even voice a protest at this outrageous act, a naked 
Carolyn could only gape open-mouthed as the woman dumped 
all the towels onto the cart and trundled off, picking 
up used towels off the gym floor as she went.
   She wanted more than anything to chase after the woman 
and get her towels back, but the thought of having to 
dash completely naked (again!) across the gym was too 
much for her to endure.  Carolyn looked frantically 
around in the office but there was absolutely nothing to 
cover herself with.  She knew that the small shower would 
also be empty of towels, but at least there she would be 
away from these damn glass walls.
   She was starting to back away when she stopped with a 
shock.  "Oh my God!" she gasped.  There were several club 
members now standing in the doorway to the office.
   "Now where in Hell did they come from?" she wondered. 
The last time she looked, just a few seconds ago, there 
was no one near the office at all.
   "Are you all right?  You look like you just had a 
terrible attack of cramps," said one of the woman.
   "Ah, no," sputtered Carolyn, trying to straiten up 
with out showing too much of herself in the process.  
"I'm fine, really." 
   The group of sweaty women quickly crowed around the 
demoralized Carolyn.  "Why do these things keep happening 
to me?" she wondered, as she felt the hands of the 
concerned women begin to touch her. 
   "No, really, I'm fine," she gasped, jumping as the 
hands started to get a little too personal on her nude 
body.
   She was about to get angry when the hands suddenly 
vanished.  A confused Carolyn looked about her in 
surprise.  The small office had become completely 
deserted in the space of just a second.  She checked the 
gym and saw everyone busy as usual, perhaps even more so.  
   Carolyn was still wondering about it all when a 
sweating Rocky came practically running into the office.
   "Are you all right?" the panting woman asked.
   "Yes, of course.  Why?"
   "Well, I forgot about the Towel Lady.  Sorry.  I also 
saw some members were in here with you.  Were they 
bothering you?" 
   "No, they were just trying to be helpful.  Although 
for some reason they did seam to leave in hurry."
   "Ah, well.  This office is usually off limits to 
members."
   "Oh.  I hope that I'm not going to get you in any sort 
of trouble.  You've been very helpful," she said.
   "You were invited, they weren't.  Now, here you are, 
honey, the only clothes they had.  They should fit you 
just fine, I think," Rocky said, as she stole yet another 
look at Carolyn's lovely body.
    "Thank you," Carolyn replied politely, taking the 
clothes from her without really looking at them.  "Is 
there some place a little more private where I can 
change?" she said, looking dubiously at the glass walls 
of the office.
   "In the shower behind the office," a disappointed 
Rocky answered.  "Just as well," she thought.  "No point 
in breaking any more rules today.  Still, you can't blame 
a girl for trying."
   Pretending to think a moment, a hopeful Rocky then 
offered a suggestion.  "Unless you want to go back to the 
riding room next door?  That's very private," she said as 
her eyes glowed with anticipation.
   "Oh, no!" Carolyn exclaimed, blushing at the thought 
of that damned saddle.  It had driven her almost mad.  
Amazingly, her body was still tingling from its effects.
   "The shower will be just fine, thanks."


    Once inside the relative protection of the small 
shower, Carolyn finally inspected what Rocky had given 
her.
   "If this is a joke, I am not amused," she said to 
herself, furious.
   It was a two-piece outfit for someone of a much 
smaller size.  Made of a bright red spandex, the clothes 
consisted of a terribly small tube top and micro-mini 
skirt, with matching 5-inch stiletto-heel shoes.  And 
that was all!
   "I can't wear this!" she said, looking with horror at 
the fire-engine red abominations she was holding in her 
hands.
   "What?"
   "I can't wear this!  These are...these are terrible."
   "Why not?  What's wrong with them?  I'll bet you 
haven't even tried them on yet!"
   "Well, no..."
   "There you are, then.  You are complaining about 
something you haven't even tried on yet.  How ungrateful 
can you get?"
   "I am too grateful!  I'm very grateful!  It's 
just...it's just..."  Carolyn couldn't continue.  The words 
refused to come.  Here she was, acting like some spoiled 
bitch who didn't get exactly what she wanted.  Maybe she 
was being ungrateful to Rocky after all.
   "Okay, okay.  I'll try them on, but, I really don't think 
this is going work.  They aren't going to fit at all."
   She laid the skirt neatly over the empty towel rack 
and placed the shoes together on the floor underneath.
   "I really hate days like this," she muttered as she 
pulled the tiny tube top over her head and shoulders.  
She adjusted it over her breasts as best she could.  She 
next fought her way into the micro-mini and pulled it up 
to her waist.  
   Taking a deep breath, Carolyn looked at the results in 
the mirror.
   "Rocky!" she screamed, her eyes wide in horror.
   The tops and bottoms of her proud breasts were 
exposed.  The top wasn't even wide enough to cover both.  
The skirt wasn't much better.  It made her bare legs look 
ten yards long, from her naked feet to her crotch.
   "Rocky!!" she screamed again, but there was still no 
response.
   Oh, Hell!  Rocky had already told her this was all 
they had, so crying to her about it will not help in the 
slightest.  Carolyn would have felt so much better in 
just a towel, rather than have to wear this shameless 
display, but there were no towels right now, and she 
certainly couldn't hang around the gym here dressed like 
this.  Rocky would certainly make her take it off again.  
That woman and her rules!  Sheesh!
   No, she had to go with what she had.  So, obviously on 
her own, Carolyn tried to fix things as best she could.
   Deciding that showing a little cleavage wouldn't hurt, 
Carolyn pulled the top down until the underside of her 
breasts were covered.  However, the tiny top left the 
tops of her breasts completely exposed to just above her 
nipples.  The top was so tight she knew that she could 
never loose it, but with so much of her secret flesh 
exposed she didn't really feel all that much better about 
it.
   Carolyn tugged at the hem of the skirt until the 
material covered the tops of her thighs, but in doing so 
made the skirt ride directly on her hip bones.  It would 
do, she knew, but any kind of bending or sitting was  
definitely out of the question!  Even walking was going 
to be a challenge in this.  She would have to be very 
careful, making sure she used only short strides.  And no 
stairs!
   Finally, she put on the shoes.  They were 5-inch 
single strap pumps and, much to her astonishment, 
actually fit her feet to perfection.  The trouble was, 
the heels were 3 inches taller than she was used to 
wearing.  She had to use the counter for support simply 
to get into them.
   Balancing uncertainly on her new shoes, Carolyn 
chanced one last look at the mirror before setting out.  
Observing her reflection with distaste, she almost cried.  
She looked like some sexual fantasy, the kind of sluttish 
character she sometimes chanced upon while watching late-
night cable television.
   It just wasn't her in the mirror at all!

   The policewoman, new to the force, had been given a 
relatively quiet section of the city to patrol.  It was 
an area of expensive, spacious homes and country clubs, 
all discretely hidden away from prying eyes by large, 
well-kept lawns with long, curving driveways and 
carefully planted trees.  It was a comfortable 
assignment, and she was bored silly with it.  
   She had joined the force hoping to see some real 
action, not for this protecting-the-rich shit.  She was 
driving through the parking lot of the Isle of Lesbos 
(what an odd name, she thought) Country Club as part of 
her regular rounds when she spotted the hooker lurching 
across the parking lot.
   "Christ!  How obvious can you get?" the officer said 
as she turned the wheel of the large cruiser and drove 
slowly towards that area of the lot.  "At least she could 
get clothes that fit."  
   The red-spandex clad woman tottering on those 
ridiculous high heels was really far too beautiful to be 
a prostitute, but then ever since she joined the force 
the officer had found that life was not what she had 
imagined at all!  The woman's olive skin gleamed in the 
bright sunlight, her helmet of almost shoulder-length 
blue-black hair glossy.  Even in that absurd get up, it 
was obvious the proud body that was semi-concealed was 
really something.
   The officer sighed, as she thought briefly of her own 
trim, athletic build.  "What I wouldn't give for a body 
like that!" she said wistfully.
   Then the officer remembered what she was looking at, a 
poor creature who was deliberately abusing that perfect 
body at probably every chance she could.  It was obscene!  
What a waste!
   "That stupid bitch must be stoned out of her mind!" 
the officer exclaimed in disgust, as the woman continued 
her weird, staggering walk towards a solitary car parked 
in the visitors section.  "And on my beat, too."
   The tottering woman did not seem to notice the large 
police car following quietly behind her, so intent was 
she on reaching her car.  Her left hand held a small 
handbag (which, the officer quickly noticed, did not even 
match her outfit).  Her arms were moving strangely up and 
down, her hands going from the hem of that foolishly 
short skirt to being extended straight out left and right 
from her shoulders, then back again.  She looked like a 
sick parakeet trying to take off!
   The woman went to the driver's side of the car and 
supported herself against the side for a moment before 
unlocking the door and throwing in her purse
   "That's a pretty good car for a pro like that.  I'd 
better run the plates through the computer."
   She heard the sound of a car door being closed.  A 
brief moment later she felt rather than heard a loud 
heart-stopping shriek which scared the Hell out of her.  
The officer looked up in alarm.  Stunned, she saw the 
hooker now dancing wildly about in the front seat of the 
car.
   "Jesus! She's having a seizure!" the officer cried.
   She bolted from the cruiser and ran to the other car.  
The woman was still screaming and dancing wildly in the 
seat.  The officer quickly opened the door and then froze 
in shock.  The hooker's incredible gyrations had caused 
her skirt hem to roll up over her hips, leaving her 
completely exposed below the waist.  Her breasts, having 
popped completely out of her too small top, were now 
bobbing freely about on her naked chest, in a 
surprisingly attractive manner.
   With an effort, the officer recovered herself and 
grabbed the strangely acting woman by her bare shoulders 
and pulled her straight out of the car.  She laid the 
poor distressed creature on her back on the hot cement.
   The practically undressed mad woman was still for a 
moment, then abruptly continued her mad dance on the 
pavement.  Arms flapping wildly, she flipped over on her 
stomach, only to quickly flip back again.
   The officer began to mentally review her CPR and other 
first aid procedures.  She was in the process of 
unfastening her belt, so she could force the leather 
between the writhing hooker's teeth, when the gasping 
woman kicked off her shoes and shakily stood up.
   Bouncing slightly on her bare feet, the gasping woman 
said in a finely modulated voice, "Thanks. I forgot that 
the seat might be hot."
   "Huh?" the surprised officer responded, reaching for 
her baton just in case this obvious nut case wanted to 
try something fancy.
   "The car has a moon roof, you see," obviously unaware 
that her micro-mini skirt had rolled up and her slightly 
swaying breasts were no longer covered, leaving her 
privates free for all the world to see.  "The plastic 
covering on the seats can really catch the sun 
sometimes," the woman patiently exclaimed, still 
bouncing.
   "Really!  You don't say?"  The officer, busy measuring 
distances, kept what she hoped was a reassuring smile on 
her face as she thoughtfully fingered her baton.
   "The ground's hot, too," Carolyn said plaintively when 
the obviously suspicious police officer failed to respond 
to her story.  She stated to discreetly rub her still-
burning behind.  When she felt skin where there should 
have been skirt, she looked down her front.
   "EEEEECK!" Carolyn screamed in horror, the police 
officer wincing at the sound.  "My God!" she thought.  
"I'm showing everything!  God damn these clothes!!"
   Turning around, she fought the tight skirt back down 
over her hips and upper thighs, then quickly worked the 
material of the tube top back up over the tips of her 
breasts. 
   The officer watched the semi-nude woman frantically 
trying to fix her revealing clothes and felt strangely 
moved by the sight.
   Then it struck her.  "This beautiful woman is 
deliberately flaunting herself in front of me, the silly 
bitch!" she thought in surprise.  "She's trying to turn 
me on!  What a complete slut!!"
   The officer had had enough.  It was time to show this 
citizen who was in charge here.
   "Okay, lady.  Up against the car and spread 'em!" the 
officer commanded in her best movie-cop voice.
   "What?" the distracted Carolyn asked, still trying to 
adjust the tube top for maximum protection over her very 
sensitive nipples while keeping her feet from frying on 
the hot pavement.
   "Challenge my authority, will you?" the officer raged.
   She walked up behind the still struggling Carolyn and 
grabbed her by both wrists.  Jerking her hands away from 
her still poorly adjusted top, the officer planted them 
firmly on the center on the car's hood.
   Carolyn was bent over completely.  Her breasts spilled 
eagerly out of the elastic material and lay unprotected 
on the hot metal of the hood.  Her skirt had risen up 
unnoticed behind her to completely exposed her now pink 
buttocks and vulva.
   Her hands burned on the hot metal, but that feeling 
was nothing compared with the incredible sensations she 
was receiving from her burning nipples.  She tried 
shifting slightly to relieve the effects, but only 
succeeded in increasing them by rubbing her tortured 
nipples across the hot metal.  She didn't understand why 
that should feel so good, but when she felt the officer 
run her hands down her sides she almost climaxed!  
   "Oh My God!" she thought.  "I'm doing it again!"
   She fought desperately against the insidious effects 
her burning nipples were having on her ever-ready body.  
She tried thinking of her nice safe apartment and her 
fulfilling job, but no matter what she tried to think of, 
she just kept getting more and more excited.
   Carolyn felt a slight, tentative touch on her vulva 
and shamefully she lost control of her body once again.
   "Ugh!" Carolyn grunted as her tired body spasmed.  
   The surprised officer jerked her hand away from the 
woman's pulsating crotch, covered in the freely flowing 
vaginal fluids.
   "My God!" she exclaimed, as she looked at her soaked 
hand in wonder.  "That woman must be the quickest trigger 
since Jesse James!"

   When Carolyn had recovered sufficiently, the officer 
ran her identification as well as the car's registration 
through the computer.  The officer was surprised and a 
little embarrassed when, on both inquires, the results 
proved negative.  The woman was who she claimed to be, 
Carolyn Lord, a fine upstanding citizen with no marks 
against her at all.  Damn!  And she had been so sure, 
too!
   Although she still didn't really buy Carolyn's story 
about losing her clothes, she felt she had done enough 
damage for one day.  The officer gave her a spare towel, 
which she always kept in the cruiser for emergencies, for 
Carolyn's car seat (of course), and let the woman off 
with a warning.
   It was the least she could do.


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Six

   Carolyn Lord was returning to high school for the 
first time since graduation, and she was rather nervous 
about the whole thing.  She always had problems there of 
one kind or another. Her cool, imperious manner, 
immigrant background and sharp mind never really allowed 
her to fit in with the other students.
   It had been a lonely, unsatisfying time for her, and 
now she was going back, for a few hours at least, but as 
an adult this time.  
   Now, she would be in control, and that thought pleased 
her greatly.
   She looked down from her driving a brief moment to 
once again check her clothes.  Carolyn couldn't believe 
she let Tamiko talk her into wearing this outfit.  For 
some reason Carolyn couldn't explain the ease with 
which Tamiko, with just a smile or a touch of her hand, 
could get her to do things she wouldn't normally do.  Why 
this teenager, a woman-child actually, had such control over 
her, she just couldn't understand.
   And to do it today of all days!  She was to meet 
Mrs. Stevens at the Enola Gay High School for their 
Career Day this morning, as a favor to her friend who was 
the principle there, as well as to assist in the 
recruiting effort currently being run by the Human 
Resources division.  She wanted to look her best, of 
course, especially since she herself would be speaking on 
the role of the paralegal secretary.
   Unfortunately, she knew from past experience that 
Tamiko's idea of looking one's best, and hers, were not 
exactly the same.
   She looked down at her clothes yet again as she drove 
to the school.  It wasn't really too bad at first glance, 
the skirt was a little to short to suit her (only to mid-
thigh really), but it was the former slit which had run 
up almost to the top of her shapely legs that worried 
her.
   Tamiko fixed it in only a few minutes, being the 
expert seamstress that she was.  Carolyn was quite happy 
with it now.
   
   Tamiko talked her into wearing a sexy pair of panties 
too.
   She was very uneasy about it at first.  Going to work 
dressed like that would have been bad enough, but in a 
building full of hormonal teenagers?  "No thanks!" 
Carolyn had told her at first.
   But Tamiko, ever reasonable, had said, "Who's going to 
see them, anyway?  Besides, you must be thinking on the 
same level as your audience or else you'll never reach 
them.  Girls today believe that a professional women can 
be sexy and competent at the same time.  You don't want 
to lose your audience, do you?"
   Tamiko was right of course.  Who would know about them 
except her?  After their short time together, Carolyn 
found that being a bit sexy wasn't a crime.
   The problem with the panties was that they were a bit 
too tight, like everything else Tamiko ever got for her.  
Even now in the car, she could feel them creeping up 
where they shouldn't.
   At least Tamiko thankfully put some of her special 
baby powder in them to keep her dry.  Carolyn always 
seemed to be a little wet all the time now.  She was 
probably just coming down with something and would be 
feeling better in a few days.
   Tamiko also talked her into wear a tiny matching bra.   
   "They're a matched set," she told her.  "You can't 
wear one without the other, now can you?"
   Well, Carolyn knew she was as fashion conscious as the 
next woman, so she once again gave in to her friend's 
suggestion.
   But, like the panties, the bra seemed too small.  
Maybe it was the right size, she thought.  Tamiko didn't 
know her breasts seemed to always be a little swollen, a 
little more sensitive now.  Like the problem with her 
panties, her breasts would soon be back to normal, when 
whatever she had went away. 
   The blouse was another matter all together.  She had 
argued with Tamiko for almost 20 minutes about it.  
Finally, she agreed to wear it when Tamiko seemed close 
to tears.  Carolyn knew Tamiko could get very peculiar 
where gifts were concerned.
   It wasn't that the blouse wasn't beautiful.  It was 
that a person could see straight through it!  She would 
have to spend the day wearing her jacket.  Without it,  
anyone would be able to see her firm breasts trying to 
push their way out of the top of her bra.
   "She had better appreciate this," Carolyn muttered.  
Tamiko had done a great deal for her, she realized, more 
than she could ever acknowledge or hope to repay.  But 
still!   
   Carolyn almost turned back to change but knew she 
would be late if she did, and that was out of the 
question.  Carolyn hated to be late for anything.

   By the time she entered the school's parking lot, her 
body seemed to be a little on edge.  "Nerves, probably," 
she thought.  
  Her nipples a little too hard, and her pussy seemed to 
have a warm glow to it.  If Tamiko hadn't powdered her 
panties, she just knew she'd be wet.
   "Phew!  This is a good way to start," she said to her 
flushed reflection in the rear-view mirror.
   She waited a moment and took a few deep breaths before 
leaving the car.
   As she walked toward the deserted front entrance of 
the school , she looked at her reflection the glass door.  
Tamiko, bless her, was right again.  The suit, although a 
little tight in spots, made her look very much like most 
of the business women she was used to seeing.
   "Damn," she thought, looking down and seeing a thread 
dangling from the hem of her skirt.  Without thinking, 
she reached down and sharply pulled the tread.  To 
Carolyn's dismay a good foot of tread came loose, and the 
closed had opened two inches.  God, how stupid could she 
be?  
   She hurriedly checked her reflection again.  The skirt 
still appeared to be acceptable, but she must be very 
careful and leave that damn string alone.  She would 
borrow some scissors at the first opportunity, she 
decided.
   
   Inside the school, Carolyn followed the arrows marked 
"Main Office".  She eventually found Mrs. Stevens talking 
with another woman in the hall outside a door marked 
"Principal's Office."
   "Miss Lord, right on time, I see," said Mrs. Stevens.
   "Thank you," Carolyn replied politely.  She knew it 
never hurt to make a good impression with anyone.
   "Marilyn, I like you to meet my new assistant, Miss 
Carolyn Lord."
   "Carolyn, this is the school's principal, Miss Marilyn 
Perfect."  
   "How do you do, Miss Perfect?  Thank you for having us 
here today,"  Carolyn said, as she gave her host a 
careful glance.
   A well-tailored woman, Marilyn appeared to be about in 
her mid-40s.  She was a tall, thin person with a studied air 
of casual elegance who positively radiated confidence.  
Carolyn liked her immediately.
   "No, it is I who should be thanking you for being here 
this morning.  From what Abigail has been saying about 
you, I'm sure you will make just the kind of impression I 
was hoping for."
   "Thank you, ma'am.  That's very kind of you to say 
so."
   "It's the least I can do.  I hope that we'll have time 
for a little private chat later on.  I would like to hear 
your views on what the well-dressed woman wears these 
days in the business world."
   "It would be my pleasure, Miss Perfect."
   "Please, call me Marilyn."

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

   "Why don't we show you around the building, and 
introduce you to everybody?" Miss Perfect announced.  
"The other company representatives have been here for 
some time, yet the only people the teachers have been 
requesting to meet with their classes is our special 
guest Abigail here who has been here many times before."
   "Unfortunately, I need to go over my notes before the 
assembly starts," said Mrs. Stevens.  "Carolyn, why don't 
you go with Miss Perfect and fill in for me.  It will 
give you a chance to see the school, it's very 
impressive.  I'll meet you in the auditorium just before 
the start of the assembly, in about two hours."
   "Are you sure you will not be needing me?"
   "Quite sure.  Now run along, you two."
   Miss Perfect led her remaining guest past the main 
office and down the hall towards the classrooms.
   After several steps, Carolyn's panties, which were 
riding just a tiny bit where they weren't suppose to be, 
now seemed to be sinking ever deeper into her tender 
pussy.  Carolyn thought about finding a nice private 
place to fix them, but she couldn't without mentioning 
something to Miss Perfect.  No, that would be humiliating 
at best, she'd just have to wait until the woman was done 
with her tour and she could go to the restroom.
   Around the corner of the hall, they almost collided 
with a young girl dashing along in the opposite 
direction.
   "Oh, good.  I was wondering what had happened to you.  
Carolyn, this is Miss Elizabeth Armstrong.  She's the 
young lady totally in charge of today's events," Miss 
Perfect said, proudly pointing to one of the most 
beautiful young women that Carolyn had ever seen, yet she 
couldn't have been more than 16.  With her long red 
shoulder-length hair, big green eyes, and a button nose, 
she was a true beauty.
   "What events?" Carolyn questioned.
   "All in good time, Miss Lord," Miss Perfect replied.  
"You will experience our Career Day soon enough."
   The Principal's remark caused Miss Armstrong to burst 
into the strangest giggle.
   "You can call me Beth," the girl told Carolyn.  "I'm 
sure we'll be the best of friends in no time."  The girl 
smiled, and pushed her glasses back up on her button nose.  
Beth turned to shake Carolyn's hand, which gave Carolyn a 
look at a pair of breasts that seemed far too large for 
someone with such a small frame.  Carolyn couldn't help 
but stare.
   "Yeah, they're big, aren't they?  But they're neat, 
don't you think?"  The young girl said, looking down at 
her own breasts, and giggled.
   Carolyn face felt like it had turned nine shades of 
red.  "Why did I even look?" she thought.  "I must be 
insane."
   Trying to cover her grotesque mistake, Carolyn said, 
"I wasn't really..."
    Beth cut off the embarrassed secretary.  "It's all 
right, people stare all the time.  I'm use to it," Beth 
replied in a bubbly voice.  Then she walked over and gave 
Carolyn a big hug.
   The minute their breasts touched, Carolyn thought her 
heart had stopped.  The heat in her panties seemed to 
increase as well.  Before they broke, Beth gave Carolyn a 
big wet kiss right on the lips, then gave her a big 
squeeze.  Carolyn was stunned at what had just happened.  
Her heart started beating again, a bit faster now, and 
she knew that despite the helping powder the Tamiko had 
put in her panties, she was getting quite damp.  Not what 
she needed right now.  Why was this always happening to 
her, she wondered?
   The embrace seemed to last forever, but really it was 
only a brief moment.  When Beth let Carolyn go, the now 
light headed Carolyn didn't notice that two of the four 
buttons on her jacket had popped open, showing off her 
equally impressive cleavage to Miss Perfect and Beth.  
This did not go unnoticed to either, as both licked their 
lips when they saw that Miss Lord's blouse seemed to be 
entirely transparent.
   "Oh my!  That was a bit impulsive for a nice young 
girl like that," Carolyn thought, trying to shake off the 
unexpected effects of the girl's actions.  "Kissing 
someone like that.  We're not even related!"
   Miss Perfect seemed to read her mind when she said, 
"Don't be embarrassed, Carolyn.  Around this school we 
make it a point to act whenever possible like we're one 
big happy family.  You know a positive environment does 
wonders to improve the learning process.  Don't you 
agree?"
   "Yes, of course," Carolyn replied, but was still 
embarrassed at what had just happened.
   With Beth in tow, Miss Perfect took Carolyn to visit a 
selection of classrooms that had specifically requested 
Mrs. Stevens as a speaker.  Each of the teachers were 
women, but what really surprised Carolyn was that the 
students were all girls as well.  
   Everyone it seemed wanted to give Carolyn a big hug 
and a kiss.  Normally, Carolyn would have resisted such 
familiarity, but with Miss Perfect standing right there 
it must have been expected for her to go along with it.   
  So, before each class and sometimes after it as well, 
Carolyn found herself being thoroughly hugged and even 
kissed by the various teachers and students.  Afterwards, 
she would breathlessly talk about her duties as a former 
paralegal, and answer any question the students might 
have for her.
    With each hug, her breasts seemed to be swell a 
little more on her chest.  She wanted to check herself 
after a while, to make sure that everything was all right 
with her clothes, but she couldn't be seen staring down 
at her own bust.  That would be embarrassing if anyone 
saw her.  It was probably just her imagination, anyway.
   What Carolyn didn't know was that the gentle swelling 
was caused by her breasts being pushed higher and higher 
in her lacy bra cups.  It wouldn't be long before they 
would pop out of them entirely.  Her breasts were 
eventually squeezed high enough so that the upper curve 
of her nipples and their aureoles could be seen.
   Another thing Carolyn failed to notice was that her 
jacket had become completely unbuttoned.  Now, with each 
person she met, they could freely see Miss Lord's proud 
breasts straining to escape their hopelessly small pretty 
bra cups.
   The constant kissing by teachers and students didn't 
help matters either, especially when, instead of the 
usual quick peck she expected, some of the sneakier ones 
seemed to be trying for some sort of student French-
kissing endurance record.  After a while, it really took 
her breath away!
   Finally, she had visited the last classroom on the 
Principle's list, and none too soon.  Her panties had 
worked up ever higher into her tingling pussy.  The 
pressure of the panties working against her clitoris was 
driving her crazy.  Her nipples felt like they were ready 
to pop, they were so hard in the tight bra.  She told 
herself to stay calm, but the heat kept building, until 
her ears were ringing.
   "What's wrong, Carolyn?" Miss Perfect asked her 
overheated guest.
   Carolyn barely heard what Miss Perfect said as the 
last young girl saying good-bye to her finally broke the 
kiss and swiftly pulled her sly tongue out of the 
astonished Carolyn's mouth and ran laughing from the now 
deserted classroom.
   "They are a high spirited bunch, aren't they?" 
observed Miss Perfect.
   "Marilyn, I need to use the restroom," Carolyn said 
weakly.
   "Of course.  I'll show you where it is, you poor 
thing," the woman said, sounding more like a mother hen 
than a principal.
   Inside the restroom, Carolyn was relieved to be away 
from everyone.  All that innocent hugging and kissing had 
caused her body to come alive.  Walking over to the 
mirror, she almost fainted when she saw that her jacket 
was completely undone.  
   "When did that happen?" she wondered in dismay.
   Well, it was just her jacket after all, she reasoned.  
It wouldn't have been so bad were her blouse not so 
completely transparent.  She must have been out of her 
mind to have worn this here!  You could see everything 
through it, her breasts and bra, everything!  How 
humiliating!
   At least everyone she had been introduced to today had 
been women.  What a stir she would create if she went to 
the assembly like this!  She probably would not have been 
able to show her face in this school again.
   She looked around to make sure that she was alone, 
then guiltily pulled her skirt up.  She was shocked by 
what she saw.  Her panties had slid right up between her 
now swollen pussy lips.  No wonder she was having those 
weird feeling running through her head.
   Carolyn was about to fix them when Beth came in.  
Quickly she put her skirt back down but it was too late, 
Beth had seen her.
   "Now I know why you looked so nervous earlier.  I just 
hate that when it happens, don't you?" Beth said smiling 
sweetly, walking toward Carolyn.  Beth didn't stop where 
Carolyn expected, but kept willfully coming closer. The 
perplexed woman started backing up until the teenager had 
caused her back to become flush up against the wall.
   Seeing Beth so close to her made her breath a little 
quicker.  "Why does this young girl make me so nervous?" 
she wondered.
   Carolyn couldn't move as Beth deliberately pressed her 
body against hers.  The tips of their breasts just 
touching made Carolyn feel positively dizzy.  
   "Miss Perfect had to go back to her office.  She sent me 
in here to see how you were," the girl said.
   "Thank, thank you.  That was nice of her, but I'm f-
fine, really," Carolyn managed to say as Beth brought her 
nose against Carolyn's neck and sniffed.  "M-must you be 
so close?" she asked, as politely as she could.
   "That's a wonderful perfume you're wearing.  What is 
it?"
   "It's..." Carolyn couldn't seem to make words form in 
her head.  The young girl was making her feel very 
nervous.
   "It's not important I guess.  While I'm here, why 
don't I help you fix your top.  You seem to be coming 
right out of it," Beth chuckled as she reached up and 
started to unbutton Carolyn's blouse.
   "Please don't.  I can do that," a trembling Carolyn, 
whispered.  
   "You should have worn a bigger bra, I think.  This one 
seems way too small for you," the girl said as her hands 
quickly made short work of Carolyn's buttons.  The 
embarrassed woman's blouse was now pulled outside of her 
skirt and opened completely. 
   Beth chuckled again as her hands gently squeezed 
Carolyn's trembling breasts, which were spilling out of 
their cups.  "Now, if we just give a little tug right 
here, that should do it.  I think."
   With that, Beth put two fingers in the front of each  
lacy cup and pulled towards her and down.  Carolyn's 
breasts were now exposed to the strange, smiling young 
girl before her.
   "Oh, man.  I am sorry.  I didn't think that would 
happen.  I can fix them," Beth said, with a gleam in her 
eyes.
   Carolyn was too shocked to even answer.  All she could 
do was watch the beautiful girl grab the too-small cups 
and try to push Carolyn's breasts back inside.
   Carolyn was getting more light headed by the minute as 
Beth's fingers always seemed to end up brushing against 
her nipples, as her hands cupped and lifted her 
increasingly swelling breasts.  Finally, the clasp that 
Tamiko had  tried to make stronger earlier that morning 
snapped free under the constant tugging.
   "Nope, they won't fit.  Besides the clasp seems to be 
broken.  We might as well take it off," Beth said 
cheerfully.
   "Well, I don't know..." said Carolyn, trying to 
formulate her protests without embarrassing too much the 
obviously well-intentioned young student.
   But, as Carolyn worried about what to say, the young 
girl spun Carolyn around with an easy grace and pulled 
off her jacket, folded it neatly and laid it on the 
counter running over the sinks.
   Beth twirled the now dizzy Carolyn back around and 
slid her blouse off, folding it carefully and placing it 
next to the jacket.  Carolyn quickly put her hands up to 
cover her trembling breasts from the sparkling green eyes 
that were staring at them.
   "You shouldn't be doing this!  What if someone walked 
in here and saw us!"
   "Everyone is in class, silly.  But what if someone 
did?  I'm just helping you fix your top, is all," Beth 
answered happily as she pushed Carolyn's bra off, leaving 
her totally topless.  
   Carolyn was very embarrassed at being half naked in 
front of a young girl had she just met only a few minutes 
ago.
   Before Carolyn had time to protest though, Beth 
dropped to her knees and pulled a shocked Carolyn's skirt 
up around her waist.
   Beth's mouth was so close to her poor superheated 
pussy Carolyn could feel Beth's breath upon it.  Her 
knees shook and her legs became drained of strength.  She 
was only able to remain standing because she was still 
pressed tightly up against the restroom wall.
   "I'll have this fixed in a sec," Beth said smiling, 
but never taking her eyes off Carolyn barely covered 
pussy.
   Starting at mid-thigh, Beth slowly ran her fingers up 
the outsides of Carolyn's shapely thighs, until they 
reached the thin waistband of the delicate panties.  The 
gleeful teenager slid fingers under the waistband and 
pulled them up until the silk crotchband dug even deeper 
in Carolyn's pussy, causing her to moan.  Then, ever so 
slowly Beth slid the panties downward until the only 
thing that was holding them up was the tiny piece of silk 
still wedged between Carolyn's swelling pussy lips.
   Carolyn's mind raced, her body vibrating from the 
unbearable tension.  The girl couldn't possibly know she 
was driving her toward an orgasm, right here in the 
school!   
  Beth gently pulled them down, and the soaked panties 
tugged briefly against Carolyn's swollen pussy lips, then 
suddenly popped free.
   The effect was so startling that Carolyn was caught 
completely off guard.  
   With a surprised "AHH!", her body climaxed, and she 
slowly sank to the floor and closed her eyes.
   Beth smiled down at the fallen Carolyn, her body   
twitching helplessly on the floor.  She bent over and 
kissed her on the cheek.  With a happy bounce, Beth 
walked out of the bathroom, twirling Carolyn's lacy 
panties around her right forefinger, leaving the woman's 
ruined bra on the floor beside her.

   Carolyn recovered a short time later.  She couldn't 
believe that once again she was undressed in a strange 
bathroom.
   "Why does this always happen to me?" Carolyn thought, 
as she slowly stood up.  She looked for her  panties, but 
couldn't find them anywhere.  She straightened her skirt, 
then tried to put her bra back on.  Unfortunately, that 
crazy Armstrong girl was right.  The clasp was completely 
broken.  
   "Damn!" she said.  She walked over to the trash 
receptacle and forcefully threw the useless garment into 
it.  Now she'd have to finish the day without a bra.  It 
would be all right, though, as long as she was careful to 
keep her jacket buttoned and avoid any sudden moves.
   However, she couldn't fake being without her panties.   
There was no way she was going to go to the assembly or 
anywhere else today without them.  So, she would locate 
Miss Perfect and tell her that she had to run an 
important errand.  That would allow her go home and find 
a bra that fit (one of her old ones), and a fresh pair of 
panties.
   She splashed a little water on her face and, after 
turning her back to the door, on her sticky pubic area, 
and quickly dried both.  After adjusting what were left 
of her clothes one last time, Carolyn walked briskly out 
of the lavatory and went directly to Miss Perfect's 
office.
   
   "Miss Perfect, ah, that is, Marilyn.  I have a very 
important errand that I completely forgot about which I 
must get done.  I'll only be gone for about 30 minutes.  
I hope that's not going to be anything of an 
inconvenience to you?"

   Before the Principal answered, she gave Carolyn a long 
look.  It was quite evident to her that Beth had had a 
little fun with this woman, while she was supposed to be 
just checking on her.  She would have to tell Beth about 
that.  She, as principal, was, after all, entitled to be 
the first to enjoy any delectable, new guests.  
  That was all by the way.  The important thing at the 
moment was that this newcomer was not following her game 
plan for today at all, and had to be re-educated a bit.

   "Not to me perhaps, but maybe to the students you 
supposedly came here to see," said Miss Perfect, her 
mellow voice dripping with venom.  "Why don't you join me 
for some recruiting first.  That is why you came, isn't 
it?"
   "Yes, of course it is," Carolyn said softly, stung by 
the gentle rebuke.
   "Good.  We have some tables set up in the cafeteria.  
About 30 minutes should do the trick.  While we are 
there, you can get some lunch if you like.  Afterwards, a 
quick assembly and then you can run your little errand."
   "Yes, thank you.  You're quite right.  It was foolish 
of me to forget that."
   "It's all right," Miss Perfect said, kindly.  "Abigail 
said it was your first time at this sort of thing.  Once 
you realize you are here for the students and not the 
other way around, you will do just fine."
   Carolyn didn't feel like eating.  After what just 
happened, what she really wanted to do was to find a nice 
quiet place and lie down for a while.  But, after her 
last mistake, she certainly couldn't say no to Miss 
Prefect.  She had gotten herself in enough trouble as it 
was. 
   Besides, the Principal was correct.  She was here to 
represent her new company after all, and she should be 
doing just that. 
   The more she thought about lunch, the more she liked 
the idea.  A nice, quiet meal would do wonders to calm 
her down after what had just happened in the restroom and 
the office.
   Thank God, Miss Perfect didn't suspect a thing about 
her and Beth.  How could she possibly explain what had 
just happened in the girl's lavatory?   She still 
couldn't believe it herself!
   
   As they walked out the office door, Miss Perfect 
turned to her receptionist and said, "Miss Lord and I are 
going to the cafeteria for lunch.  I'll be back in an 
hour or so.  And if something urgent comes up, for God's 
sake don't call me over the P.A. system like you did the 
last time.  You just turn a lot of already excited people 
into absolute nervous wrecks whenever you do that.  I'll 
be there, honest."
   "Sure thing, Miss Perfect.  Don't do anything I 
wouldn't do," the receptionist tinkled.
   "That will be enough, Mary!" Miss Perfect snapped 
back.
   "Sorry, Miss Perfect."
   "Shall we go, Carolyn?"
   "Yes, thank you."
   Carolyn looked back at Mary, who was still quietly 
laughing as they walked out of the finely decorated 
office.
   "It's such a nice day, why don't we walk around the 
grounds first.  The cafeteria is around the back, 
anyway."
   "A walk on a pleasant day like this would be just 
fine, thanks," Carolyn said.  A walk in the fresh air, 
Carolyn reasoned, should do wonders to help clear her 
head completely of any mental cobwebs.
   But after only five minutes, Carolyn found out it 
wasn't such a good idea after all.  A breeze seemed to 
always blow up her skirt, causing her bare pussy to start 
tingling again.  Without her bra, each step she took 
caused her firm breasts to move and shift within her 
blouse continuously, constantly rubbing her nipples 
against her thin blouse and making them hard as rocks 
again.
   
   About half-way there, Carolyn realized she needed to 
get her mind off what this walk was doing to her body.  
She decided to ask Miss Perfect about Beth.
   "May I ask a question, Marilyn?"
   "Ask anything you like."
   Carolyn was trying to think of a nice way to ask her 
host why Beth seemed to be so sexually aware, even 
aggressive at such a young age.
   "Don't take this the wrong way, but Beth seems to be, 
well, quite different from everyone else around here.  
Not what I'd call your average high school student at 
all."
   "Different is a good word for it," Miss Perfect 
chuckled.  "I thought you'd notice that she isn't your 
typical teenager.  Oh, no!  You see I knew her parents.  
They were on the school board and helped me to become 
principle here.  They died in a senseless car accident 
two years ago.  I took Beth in as she had no other 
relatives, and now she's like a daughter to me.  Aside 
from her obvious beauty, she is a shy little creature.  
She does have some special talents that you must ask her 
to show you someday."
   Carolyn was wondering dubiously if she hadn't already 
encountered some of shy Beth's specialties.  No!  It just 
couldn't be.  The Principal certainly could not be 
referring to how the girl had behaved with her earlier.
   They finally reached the cafeteria, and none too soon 
to suit Carolyn.  The constant movement of her breasts, 
and the breeze that seemed to be blowing right on her 
pussy, had made her feel light-headed again.
   A charming student met them as they walked in the door 
of the cafeteria.  "Miss Perfect, we're so glad you're 
here today.  Your usual table?"
   "No, Catherine.  We'll be sitting with the recruiters 
today, thank you."
   Weaving their way through the cafeteria, Carolyn 
wished it wasn't so crowded.  It was obviously the height 
of the school's lunch period and the place was packed 
with students.
   "You know, it's strange, but I don't ever remember 
having a receptionist at my high school cafeteria."
   "You are absolutely correct.  We let the restaurant 
management students run the place for practice.  They 
choose everything, from the menu to the decor.  Nice, 
isn't it?"
   "Oh, yes.  Very."
   The recruiting tables were tucked into a corner of the 
large room.  There were five tables, of which four were 
occupied.  Each table was surrounded by a skirt of white, 
floor-length butcher paper, with the firm's name written 
on the front.  The Principle greeted the other recruiters 
sitting at their tables warmly, and indicated the only  
unoccupied table to Carolyn.
   Carolyn was surprised to see it was already covered 
with literature describing her company and application 
forms, and even had the company's name printed boldly 
across the front of the table's paper skirt.
   "I see that Mrs. Stevens has already been here," 
explained the Principle.
   Miss Perfect had Carolyn slide behind the table first, 
then followed.  Carolyn found the metal folding chair to 
be uncomfortable, but not overly so.  She felt more 
uncomfortable when, even with an entire table to 
themselves, Miss Perfect's chair somehow slid across the 
floor and was actually touching hers when she sat down 
next to her.
   
   "You should have seen what they did to the place last 
year, nothing but sawdust and peanut shells!  It was 
supposed to be some kind of country steak house.  What a 
mess!" said Miss Perfect, laughing at the memory.
  "So, how about a nice glass of wine before we order?" 
Miss Perfect asked.
   Carolyn normally didn't drink during the day, but this 
was her host after all, so how could she say no.
   "That would be very  nice, thank you," she 
automatically replied, then thought for a moment.  "Wait 
a minute!  Wine?"
   "It's really grape juice, but we like to pretend," the 
Principle explained.  To the hovering waitress she said, 
"Wendy, we'll have two glasses of your finest house 
burgundy."
   "Yes, ma'am," Wendy answered, and hurried off.
   While they waited, Miss Perfect started talking to the 
recruiters in the table adjacent to theirs about things 
that the school had in the works for the coming year.  
Even better for Carolyn, students began coming up to the 
table, asking her about the company and her job there.
   Normally such talk would have been fascinating for 
her, but something kept distracting her.  Miss Perfect 
was one those people whose hands seemed to take flight 
whenever they talked.  They were forever moving: above, 
on, and under the table.  Yet, somehow one always seemed 
to end up on Carolyn's thigh under her short skirt, or 
brushing against the side of her left breast through her 
jacket.
   As she talked, Carolyn didn't realize that when the 
woman would innocently bump into her breast, she would 
slide her finger into her jacket and slip one of the 
buttons loose.  Finally, after the fourth time Carolyn's 
trim powder blue jacket was completely undone and pulled 
open.  Now the woman's hand could brush directly against 
Carolyn's swelling breast, protected only by her thin 
transparent top.
   
   Carolyn knew something was wrong, but there was far 
too much going on to understand what it could be.  
Students were now coming up to the table, asking her 
questions and sometimes filling out application forms.  
The people in Human Resources had told her to be very 
careful with these.  They had to be done correctly or the 
application would automatically be rejected.  So, Carolyn 
found herself quite busy and didn't have time to worry 
about anything else.
   Once she tried to casually look down, but she couldn't 
really see anything wrong.
   It was just her imagination she told herself, as she 
tried to concentrate on what the students were saying.  
But the more the Principle talked, the more the woman's 
hands seemed to wander.
   As the Principle continued to talk, her hand now seem 
to remain on Carolyn's left thigh, moving casually up and 
down, squeezing the firm flesh whenever the Principle was 
making a point.  Although it did make her nervous, 
Carolyn hardly gave it a second thought anymore, even 
when the hand drifted time and again to the sensitive 
bare flesh above her stocking tops.  
   Carolyn was listening sympathetically to a young 
student's tale of her losing battle with acne, when she 
realized with a start that one of Miss Perfect's fingers 
was accidentally brushing against her trimmed pubic hair.
   "Oh my God!" gasped Carolyn as she froze in her seat.
   "What's wrong, dear?  You seemed to be a little 
jumpy," the woman asked as she brushed her finger even 
closer to Carolyn's excited little clit.
   "Wrong?  What could be wrong?" Carolyn squeaked 
desperately, her face turning very red.  She immediately 
pretended to go back to listening to her latest student.
   How was she going to tell her host that she was 
touching her pussy, without embarrassing her host or 
herself, especially when they were almost surrounded with 
students?  Amazingly, Miss Perfect didn't seem to notice 
that her hand was now resting directly on her pubic 
mound.  "How absent-minded can you get?" Carolyn wondered 
despairingly.
   Carolyn sighed in relief when the beautiful young 
waitress can back with two glasses of purple liquid.  
Miss Perfect would have to move her hand to take both 
glasses, and her problem would be solved without 
embarrassing herself or her host.
   "Just set them down on the table.  You don't mind if I 
order for both of us do you, Miss Lord," Miss Perfect 
said innocently enough, but her hand moved a little 
lower, and now her thumb was resting right on her 
clitoris!
   Carolyn tried to move her hips away without being too 
obvious, but all she got for her efforts was Miss 
Perfect's thumb brushing across her clit several times, 
making her head spin.
   "No, that would be fine," Carolyn replied in a much 
more distant voice.  


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Seven

   Finally, to Carolyn's vast relief Miss Perfect took 
her hand away.  Carolyn automatically smoothed her skirt 
down her thighs as far as she could.  She encountered a 
bit of string and, without thinking, wrapped it around 
her right index finger and gave it a sharp tug.  In a 
brief second, Carolyn felt her skirt fall from her waist 
and hips.  She looked down with horror and saw that she 
had split her skirt in two!
   "Oh my God!" Carolyn cried.  "My skirt!  It's ruined!"
   "Oh, Carolyn, my dear.  I'm so terribly sorry.  I'll 
have someone take it up to our sewing lab and they'll do 
a quick job on it."
   Carolyn was too stunned by what had just happened to 
do anything.  All she knew was that, almost on cue, their 
waitress was standing right at their table.  
   "Yes, Miss Perfect?"
   "Wendy, our guest has ruined her skirt.  I need you to 
take it to Mrs. Johnson in 205 for some fast repairs.  
Please tell her from me that I would appreciate its 
return as soon as possible.  Thank you."
   "Yes, Miss Perfect.  Right away."
   "Thank you.  Carolyn, why don't you give this young 
lady your skirt so she can get it fixed?"
   Carolyn couldn't believe what she just heard!  She 
couldn't hand over her skirt, even if it was in pieces, 
right here in the cafeteria.  She'd be almost naked.
   "Here, let me help you, Miss," The pretty young 
waitress said, as she crawled under the table.  With one 
quick pull, the startled Carolyn's skirt was in the 
girl's hands and her bare skin was developing goose 
pimples from contact with the cold metal of the chair.  
Carolyn automatically crossed her legs as she watched the 
girl and her ruined skirt quickly disappeared out of the 
room.  
   All Carolyn could do was blush, as now she was almost 
completely naked from the waist down in a crowed 
cafeteria, sitting next to this senior educator with the 
sloppy hands.  
   "Why does this keep happening to me?" she wondered.  
She couldn't remember the last time she had been able to 
sit at a table and remain fully dressed!
   "Don't worry Carolyn, we've dealt with this problem 
before.  I'm sure you'll have a fixed skirt in less than 
20 minutes."
   "B...but...but...." Carolyn stammered, trying to sort out 
what had just happened.
   "Here you are," she said handing Carolyn a glass of 
'wine.'  
   "Just drink this and relax.  No one will notice 
a thing."
   Carolyn quickly looked around the crowded room.  Miss
Perfect was right.  No one was taking the slightest 
notice of her, and with the long paper skirt that hung  
to the floor, no one but Miss Perfect could tell she was 
almost naked from the waist down.  It did make her feel a 
little better, but not much.
   Carolyn tried to relax as best she could, as she 
picked up the glass to take a drink.  Just when she got 
it to her lips, Miss Perfect's hand was once again 
between her crossed legs, innocently touching her 
inflamed clit.
  She jumped and spilled some of her juice, narrowly 
missing her jacket.  
  "You should be more careful, Carolyn.  You wouldn't
want to stain your beautiful jacket.  I think you should 
take it off so you don't accidentally spill something on 
it."  
   Before Carolyn could protest, Miss Perfect took the 
glass from Carolyn's hand and sat it on the table.  Then, 
with the skill of a surgeon, Carolyn's jacket was gone.  
The Principal got up and placed it on another table.
   Now the only thing that was covering the pretty 
secretary was her transparent white blouse, shoes and 
stockings.  Carolyn couldn't be more humiliated now.  It 
wasn't bad enough that she was naked from the waist down, 
now everyone could clearly see her breasts on complete 
display under her thin top.  She tried to keep her arms 
crossed over her chest, but her duties as a recruiter 
were repeatedly preventing this.
   As the students continued to come up to the table, 
Carolyn could tell from the way they kept staring at her 
she was showing a good deal more of herself then she 
should.
   Without being too obvious about it, she uncrossed her 
legs and tried to sit lower in her seat, so she could 
hide her breasts from anyone who might be watching.  But, 
all that did was make her spread her legs a little wider, 
so when Miss Perfect's hand found its way back between 
her thighs, one of her host's fingers was able to easily 
slide inside her vulnerable cunt!  
   "OH!" gulped Carolyn.  
   "Is there something the matter, dear?" the Principal 
asked when there was a brief lull in students.  "You can 
tell me.  I'm used to hearing all sorts of things."
   "Ah, no.  I'm fine, Marilyn.  Just a little nervous, 
what with the students and all."  
   "It does take some getting used to, doesn't it?" Miss 
Perfect said sympathetically, as her hand moved gently 
over Carolyn's crotch, the single finger twirling 
seductively inside the now sopping cunt.
   "Oh, yesss!" whispered a stunned Carolyn.  "It 
certainly does!"
   Carolyn couldn't believe that this was happening, and 
right in the middle of the cafeteria.  "She has to know 
where her hand is!" Carolyn thought desperately.  "She 
just has too!"
   The Principal just began to talk again to the incoming 
students, laughing and joking with an easy rapport, 
without showing any sign that her finger was moving 
freely in the increasingly befuddled Carolyn's 
defenseless pussy, as various students continued to come 
up the table for questions and advice.  
   Carolyn noticed that for some reason, the students 
seemed to practically swarm around her table and leave 
the other recruiters sitting very much alone.  She was 
getting many applications, but was finding it difficult 
to concentrate enough to check them for completeness.  
That finger was driving her insane!
   Miss Perfect was reminding the students about the 
coming assembly that everyone would be attending, when  
her finger began to thrust deeply inside the tight vagina 
of the frantic young woman sitting beside her.
  Carolyn had to tell her about it, but she couldn't.  
Perhaps if she could just reach down and pull it out of 
her?  No, never!  Not with all of these students around. 
  The secretary knew she was running out of time.  She 
was finding it impossible to concentrate at all now, and 
could barely acknowledge the students' presence, let 
alone talk intelligently with any of them.  Carolyn was 
having trouble breathing, and knew her pounding heart was 
racing a mile a minute underneath her heaving chest.
  
   Miss Perfect was having a splendid time toying with 
her new guest.  She was getting quite a chuckle out of 
watching the poor woman as she squirmed helplessly around 
in her seat, trying to get the finger out of her pussy 
while in the middle of student discussions.  She was 
about to step up her assault when a waitress came up to 
the table.
   "I'm sorry to disturb you Miss Perfect, but you have 
an urgent phone call from the main office."   
   "I'll be back in a moment," Miss Perfect said politely 
to Carolyn, then gave the waitress an icy stare.  She 
removed her finger, got up, and cursing quietly under her 
breath, left the room.
   Carolyn was so agitated that it took her a few moments 
to even realize that Miss Perfect had left the table.  It 
would give her time to recover from her strange ordeal, 
and to figure out what to do if it should happen again. 
   She realized that Miss Perfect's innocent touching
was starting to really get to her, and she hated herself 
for her own weakness.  If it started up again, she knew 
she would certainly loose control, her traitorous body 
seemed that ready.  Then what could she say?  Carolyn 
wondered.
   She thought about wrapping the white, paper table 
covering around her waist and just make a run for it back 
to her car.  But that's crazy, she reasoned.  She was in 
absolutely no danger here, in a crowded cafeteria.  Plus, 
she was here for a reason.  She couldn't just disappoint 
these children because of her own foolishness.  Was it 
the school's fault that for some reason today she 
couldn't keep her clothes in order?
   She just couldn't think, with all that had already 
happened to her today.  Finally, the cafeteria began 
clearing as the students headed for their next class, and 
Carolyn was alone.  Even the other recruiters had left 
the room.  
   Carolyn was stuck.  She couldn't go anywhere without 
her skirt.  She lowered her head and felt ready for a 
good cry.
   "Hi, Carolyn!"  
   Carolyn jerked her head up to see, the bubbly Beth
Armstrong smiling at her.
   "You look like you're having fun.  I just stopped by 
to see how you're getting along with Miss Perfect," Beth 
said, staring intently at Carolyn's quite visible nipples 
pressing against her thin white blouse.
   Carolyn was actually happy to see Beth, even after 
what had happened earlier.
   "I need your help, Beth,"  she said.  "I need you to 
go..." 
   Before Carolyn could finish, Beth cut in and said, 
"Look, I'm not really supposed to be here, but I had to 
ask a quick question from your Mrs. Stevens.  She wanted 
to know if you would be ready to speak for the school 
assembly this afternoon?"  
   Before Carolyn could answer, they both saw
Miss Perfect in the far end of the room, talking to some 
of the cafeteria staff.  
   "Oh, no," Beth giggled, just as the Principal finished 
her conversation and started walking purposefully to the 
recruiters' tables.
   Carolyn heard a brief rustle of paper.  She turned to 
answer the girl's question when Beth seemed to simply 
disappear.  She was still looking around the empty room 
for any sign of her when the Principle came up to the 
table.

   Miss Perfect had decided on the way back that she'd 
let Carolyn calm down just a bit before beginning the 
game again.  There was no need to hurry.  The girl would 
be with her for an hour yet, and (pleading a conference) 
she had just told her office to hold all calls and the 
cafeteria staff to leave them alone for a time.  They 
were assured of absolute privacy, and no more 
interruptions!
   Yes, Mrs. Stevens had found quite a lovely creature to 
bring into their group, one that was innocent but sexy at 
the same time.  That combination was hard to find, and 
she didn't want to scare her off before she was able to 
fully sample the delightful Miss Carolyn Lord. 
   "Sorry for the interruption, Carolyn," she said as she 
sat down on the other side of the table from the anxious 
secretary.  "Your skirt is almost fixed and should be 
here in just a few minutes."
   "Thank you!" Carolyn said reverently.  She couldn't 
believe her luck.  Thank God!  Soon she would be properly 
(more or less anyway) dressed again.  Also, with Miss 
Perfect sitting across from her, she wouldn't have to 
worry about her wandering hands anymore.
   Carolyn felt so good she actually favored her host 
with a dazzling smile.

   The bubbly young girl under the table was all smiles 
as well when she saw Carolyn sitting right in front of 
her, practically nude from the waist down.  She couldn't 
help but quietly giggle, as she picked up Carolyn's 
pretty little foot and slipped off her shoe.  She had 
such a elegant foot, with such cute little toes, with the 
nails all painted red, Beth was enraptured with her.  
  She lightly ran her fingers from Carolyn's small toes 
right down to her heel, and then back again.  She fell 
Carolyn try to pull her foot from her, but she was having 
have none of that, so she grabbed hold of the shapely 
ankle and held on tight.

   Carolyn almost jumped out of her chair when she felt 
someone remove her shoe and run their fingers along the 
sole of her foot.  "Oh, God!  That's where that crazed 
girl went.  She's under the table!"
   The secretary cringed as the manipulation of her foot 
continued.
   "No, you stupid girl," Carolyn thought frantically.  
"Not with the principal of the school sitting right 
here."
   She thought about telling Miss Perfect about Beth 
being under the table but she didn't want to get the girl 
in any trouble.  There was also the small problem of Beth 
possibly telling what had already happened in the girl's 
lavatory.
   It would be better, Carolyn decided, if she would wait 
until she was alone with the girl and then tell her that 
silly things like this would not be tolerated in the 
future.
   "What is wrong with you today, Carolyn?  Or are you 
always this jumpy?" demanded an exasperated Miss Perfect.
   "Nothing is wrong," lied Carolyn, who was trying her 
best to keep from screaming.  "Nothing at all."  
   She tried her best to stay calm as fiendish Beth 
continued to run her fingers up and down her stockinged 
foot.
   The toying continued until Carolyn was unable even to 
sit still.  She never thought that such a simple touch 
against the sole of her foot would have such an affect on 
her.  She knew her pussy was now a mess, because, as she 
squirmed about on the metal chair, she could feel herself 
sliding around in her own juices.
   Miss Perfect had started talking again, but Carolyn  
couldn't really understand a word of what she was saying.  
All she could do was nod her head every few seconds in a 
blank response.
   Just when Carolyn thought she'd climax for sure, Beth 
suddenly stopped.  "Thank God," Carolyn thought.  Yet, 
just when she thought it was over, she felt something 
warm and wet running along her ankle up her calf and back 
down again.  At first Carolyn couldn't figure out what 
was going on, all she knew was it felt so good.  Beth 
then took off Carolyn's other shoe and did the same to 
it.  

   Beth was having such a great time.  Carolyn was such a
responsive person.  Anything she did made the woman jump.  
She especially liked the way Carolyn wiggled around when 
she ran her tongue up the back of her leg.  It was almost 
time to show Miss Lord what her "special talent" really 
was, but not yet she thought.  

   The gentle tonguing on the back of her legs was having 
a wonderful effect on Carolyn.  Her breasts seemed to 
swell even more as her nipples hardened against the thin 
transparent blouse.  And her pussy couldn't possibly be 
any wetter.  
   Carolyn sat still, unable to even nod now to whatever 
Miss Perfect was saying, because the low roar in her ears 
was drowning everything out.  
   Forgetting her nudity in her desire to escape, Carolyn 
tried once to get up and move away from Beth's splendid 
tongue.  But, her body wouldn't listen to her commands.  
She knew had to get away while she could still think, let 
alone breathe.  But, no matter how much she wanted to, 
she found that she just couldn't move.  

   Slowly Beth's tongue worked its way up the inside of 
her thigh and stopped only an inch away from her pussy.  
Carolyn no longer cared who was around or where she was, 
she just wanted Beth to continue her delightful attack 
upwards, as she reflexively spread her legs wider, trying 
now to encourage the teenager.

   Miss Perfect watched as Carolyn grew more distant with
every passing minute.  She knew that Carolyn was being
turned on in some way but didn't know how.  She watched
Carolyn squirming around until beads of sweat were  
covering the woman's beautiful face.  She took a quick 
look around the deserted room.
   "You look a little warm, dear.  Why don't we unbutton 
your blouse just a bit."
   "W-well, I-I am f-feeling a little h-hot," Carolyn 
answered almost in a trance, having long since forgotten 
where she was.
   Miss Perfect reached over and unbuttoned Carolyn's 
blouse.  She pushed it off her shoulders, then sat back 
and watched Carolyn's magnificent breasts rapidly rise 
and fall.
  
   Beth couldn't help but giggle as she watched the lower 
part of Carolyn's body trembling as she lightly blew on 
Carolyn's hard little clit.  Miss Perfect was always 
proud of her magic tongue, her special talent.  The way 
she could push a woman right to the brink and hold her 
there until she would scream for release.  Now it was 
time to have fun with Miss Lord.  

   Just when Carolyn thought she'd climax, the tongue
changed its assault.  First it would toy with her clit, 
then run down her thigh, and even tickle her toes.  It 
never seemed to stop in one place long enough to let her 
climax.  After only three minutes under the talented 
teen's tongue, Carolyn's body was slick with sweat, and 
every nerve seemed to be on end.  Squirming helplessly in 
her chair, Carolyn knew that if she didn't climax soon, 
she would explode!  

   Miss Perfect couldn't stand watching Carolyn's sexy 
little dance any longer.  She grabbed the excited young 
woman, stood her on rubber legs, and laid her trembling 
body flat on the table.  
   Away from Beth's little torture device, Carolyn's mind 
began to clear.  She groggily tried to get up from 
whatever she was laying on, but Miss Perfect easily 
pushed her shoulders back down.
   Beth sat under the table, pouting.  Miss Perfect was 
always ruining her fun.   
   "Just lay still," Miss Perfect whispered, as her hand 
began to play with Carolyn's wonderfully hard right 
nipple.
   "Please, someone will see," Carolyn said, trying to 
cover herself, but Miss Perfect easily put Carolyn's 
hands back on the table, then slid her fingers down to 
Carolyn's pretty black mound, and into Carolyn's melting 
pussy.
   Miss Perfect teased and pulled on her tender 
breasts with one hand, while rolling her clit between her 
fingers with the other.  All Carolyn's mind could think 
about how she got herself into such an embarrassing 
position.  This was all her own fault, she knew.  It was 
always her fault.

   Beth rose unheeded from underneath the table and, with 
a hand thrust deep inside the opened waistband of her 
tight jeans, eagerly watched her guardian and lover 
completely take this unsuspecting secretary.

   Carolyn, her mind completely overwhelmed by this very 
knowledgeable and completely unexpected attack, could  
only think of the pure, exciting pleasure she was 
receiving and how she could increase it. She couldn't 
stop herself from bucking wildly around the table.   
Carolyn raised her jerking hips off the table, trying to 
intensify the sensations coming from her throbbing 
vagina.  
   The room started spinning as the maddened Carolyn 
climaxed.  Her hips hung suspended in the air for one 
brief, glorious moment, then fell back onto the table 
with a soft slap of bare flesh as she passed out.

   When Carolyn regained consciousness, she immediately 
went to cover herself, but found to her surprise that she 
was now back in her old chair and completely dressed.  
Even her panties had been returned to her.  She looked 
dully at Miss Perfect, who was still sitting across the 
table from her.  
   "I'm so glad you're all right Miss Lord.  You had us 
very worried, you know," Miss Perfect said, sounding very 
concerned.
   "I did?  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to be a bother.  I 
just can't explain what happened to me.  I don't seem to 
be able to remember anything," Carolyn answered woolly, 
still overcome by her recent experiences.
   She tried to piece together what had just occurred 
only a few minutes ago.  She knew she'd lost control 
again, that she'd actually climaxed in the cafeteria (Oh, 
God!), but she didn't know why.   
   Thankfully, Carolyn saw that the Principal didn't seem 
to realize she'd actually lost control of her body while 
the woman was just trying to help her.
   "Oh, No!"  Carolyn wailed to herself.  She had done it 
again!  
   "I think we'll make you an appointment with our school
nurse, to see if anything is wrong."
   "Oh, no.  I'm fine, really," the shattered Carolyn 
mumbled weakly.  "I just need to freshen up a bit before 
the assembly."
   "Certainly, my dear.  Beth can show you the way."

   Feeling dazed and confused, Carolyn followed passively 
as the beautiful teenager led her by the hand out of the 
cafeteria.
   She tried to reason what had just happened to her, but 
could not.  It was much too fantastic for her to believe.  
She had come to this very typical-looking high school and 
had, in the space of two hours, lost her underwear and 
had actually been (accidentally of course) made to climax 
several times.  Carolyn just couldn't believe it.
   Now she was being led somewhere by this sexually 
precocious 16-year old girl who seemed to take great 
delight in touching her at every opportunity.  She had to 
get a grip on her runaway emotions, otherwise she 
believed she would be completely overwhelmed by this 
giggling, beautiful aberration. 
   Realizing she was being taken into yet another girl's 
lavatory, Carolyn stopped.  "Oh, no. I can't go in there 
with her again," she thought frantically, shuddering at 
the memory of what happened the brief time they had been 
alone the last time.  She knew that she, a grown woman, 
was being completely irrational to be afraid of this mere 
child, yet some instinct deep within her shattered mind 
warned her to be careful with Beth.
   What she needed was a place to clean up that was 
private, yet still busy enough that it would discourage 
Beth from taking any further liberties with her strangely 
vulnerable, terribly responsive body.
   "Beth, I want you to take me to the girl's gym."
   "The girl's gym?  Are you sure?  It can get a little 
rough there sometimes."
   "I've been in gym classes before, when I was in 
school, thank you.  I am fully aware of what goes on.  It 
will only take me a moment.  That's where I'd like to go 
to clean up, please," Carolyn said in her most no-
nonsense manner.
   "Okay.  If that's what you really want?"
   "Yes, thank you."
   "All right, then.  Come this way," instructed a very 
bemused Beth.

   "I have some things to do before the assembly.  Meet 
you in the auditorium in 45 minutes," said the departing 
Beth over her shoulder.
   Ashamed that she had been so worried over nothing, 
Carolyn walked alone into the twisting hallway that 
marked the entrance to the gym.  So much for her 
instincts, she thought.
   Carolyn had not been in a girl's locker room since her 
senior year at school, but it looked like things hadn't 
changed very much.  There was still the same scattering 
of feminine clothing everywhere, and the same 
unforgettable  mixture of sweat and delicate perfumes.
  She had not liked gym.  Not at all.  She had never 
enjoyed the idea of having to undress and expose her body 
in front of anyone, even women.  She had almost failed 
gym because of it, until her parents finally made her  
relent and she had to shamefully undress and take a 
shower with everyone else.  It was not one of her more 
happy memories.
   Now, here she was again.  At least the gym was empty, 
she thought, forgetting why in her storm of unpleasant 
memories she had decided on the gym in the first place.
   Finding a stack of clean towels, Carolyn took one over 
to the long row of sinks.  She looked around, then took 
off her blouse.  As she began washing herself, she 
noticed that she was getting water all over her skirt.
   "Damn," she muttered tiredly, and automatically 
removed the skirt.  Standing in just her panties, 
stockings, and shoes, Carolyn looked with longing over at 
the empty shower area.
   "That's what I really need," she said thoughtfully.
   Making a quick decision, Carolyn swiftly took off her 
shoes and stockings.  Neatly placing all of her clothes 
on the counter which ran over the sinks, she then took 
her towel and rapidly padded naked into the shower area.
   Finding an open stall in a far, hopefully out-of-the-
way corner, Carolyn luxuriated under the pouring water, 
yet always careful to keep her hair dry.
   She had almost finished when the happy cries of many 
young girls invaded her contented thoughts.  "Oh, no!" 
she cried.  "They're back already!"
   Carolyn turned off the water and, dripping wet, waited 
expectantly, hoping to escape everyone's notice by 
keeping very still, very quiet.  "Maybe they won't be 
using the showers today," she pleaded with whatever gods 
might be listening.
   Her hopes were soon dashed when, with cries of "She's 
in here!", the girls flooded into the room and quickly 
blocked the entrance to her shower stall.
   Carolyn stood erect, wet and naked, with all the 
dignity she could muster, as she faced this sudden wall 
of laughing, nude teenage girls.  She wanted to cover 
herself, but her towel was on a rack outside of the 
stall, and she would have to force her way through all 
that naked female flesh to reach it.  It was all terribly 
embarrassing!
   "Excuse me," she said, her voice trembling slightly.  
"Could I have my towel, please?"
   "What did you want?" sneered a short, skinny, blonde  
located in the front of the group.
   "My...my towel.  I'm finished now."
   "No you're not."
   "What?" exclaimed an alarmed Carolyn as the girls 
piled into the small shower stall.
   In a brief moment, the water was pouring over her 
again as firm, naked teenage flesh pressed tightly 
against her from every side.
   Helpless against the onslaught, Carolyn could only 
stand defenseless as naked girls of every shape, size,  
and color took pure joy in thoughtfully soaping every 
inch of her body, as well as their own firm flesh.
   The hands all over her privates were bad enough, but 
the feel of other soaped breasts and thighs on her own 
naked body was quickly driving her mad with pleasure.  
She knew she had to hang on, to fight the terrible 
surging of sensations rising within her.  But, it was so 
hard to fight.  "Why does it have to feel so good?" 
Carolyn moaned unknowingly aloud.
   She could not loose control of her body in front of 
these horrible children, it would be something far to 
humiliating for her to endure.  She simply could not 
allow it to happen!
   But happen it did!  To the everlasting delight of the 
girls, Carolyn's soaped body began to uncontrollably 
dance and spasm as the group keep up their insidious 
attack upon her vulnerable body.  Totally out of control, 
she climaxed again and again, until she no longer had the 
strength to stand.  
   Carolyn Lord collapsed unconscious on a squirming pile 
of slippery female bodies.

   She was alone in the stall when she awoke.  She dully 
washed off the soap that the girls had so completely 
lathered her with, then slowly walked into the deserted 
locker room.
   Carolyn, totally spent, knew she was in no condition 
to give any kind of talk now.  She just wanted to get 
dressed and go home.  
   The stack of dry towels having vanished, she found a 
semi-dry towel in the chaos of the locker room and patted 
herself off with it.  Surprisingly, her clothes were 
right where she left them.  She mechanically put them on, 
then combed her wet hair, and left the room.
   She stopped briefly at the Principal's Office to pass 
her regrets to the Mary, the receptionist, then went 
wearily to her car, and home.

   Back at her apartment, Carolyn ran into a surprised 
Tamiko who was just leaving for class.
   Tamiko, appalled, took one look at her appearance and 
asked, "What happened to you?"
   Carolyn could only look at her and say, "Your clothes 
were a big hit," before shuffling off to bed.
   

The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Eight

   It was a month now since Carolyn Lord had left her old 
job, and things were not working out at all as she had 
thought they would.
   Her new position was very satisfying for her.  Being 
Mrs. Stevens personal assistant was everything she had 
hoped it to be.  It was challenging, and required her to 
be ready to handle any sort of crisis at a moments 
notice.  She was allowed to think for herself, and that 
she appreciated most of all.  Well, that and having her 
own office.  
   Mrs. Stevens herself proved to be an excellent 
employer, demanding yet unfailingly courteous, 
appreciative and even caring.  To her vast relief, her 
earlier, somewhat vague apprehensions about working for 
the woman proved to be completely unfounded.
   Yet, whenever she was around Mrs. Stevens or her 
friends, things kept happening.  Carolyn realized that 
the situations she found herself in were usually the 
result of her own embarrassing mistakes.  Still, they 
kept happening and she wondered what else might be 
causing it.  It certainly wasn't Mrs. Stevens herself, 
she often wasn't even around her when things went bad and 
she started to loose her clothes.  If fact, it was 
usually only with her employer's unsolicited but greatly 
appreciated assistance that she was able to finally go 
home dressed in something.
   No, it was not Mrs. Stevens, of that she was sure.
  Nor could it be Tamiko's doing.  True, ever since she 
let the teenager start helping to pick out her clothes 
for her, she had noticed certain strange trends.
   Her new underwear kept getting smaller in size and 
skimpier in construction, while her older, much more 
modest things kept disappearing until she hardly had any 
left at all.  Tamiko was at a complete loss at to what 
was happening.  True, she was the one who insisted on 
doing the laundry and buying her underclothes (well, 
Carolyn knew she really didn't have time for such things 
during her busy work week, and Tamiko said she did have 
so much spare time between classes, it would be an easy 
thing for her to do).  
   Her regular clothes were changing too.  They too were 
becoming tighter, and the skirts shorter than she 
remembered them being.  Tamiko thought that she might 
just be putting on a little weight.  Carolyn did notice a 
remarkable increase in her appetite lately, the same 
increase which usually happened whenever she was in a 
major exercise program.  Even so, her bathroom scale 
didn't show any weight increase at all.  In fact, it was 
actually showing she had lost some weight over the past 
month.
   Tamiko said that the scale was probably broken and 
threw it out.
   Besides, Carolyn wondered, how could weight cause her 
skirts to become shorter?  Tamiko, the expert seamstress, 
told her the effect was probably from something happening 
to the old material.  It would also explain why Carolyn's 
buttons were becoming undone so easily in the past few 
weeks.  Her unpretentious, yet becoming clothes were just 
too old.  According to her most trusted friend, she 
should start getting new things now that she could afford 
to do so, before her old stuff fell apart completely.
   So, on weekends, Tamiko would accompany Carolyn on 
modest shopping expeditions, to ensure that Carolyn would 
have a proper wardrobe and not have to worry about such 
disturbing things as buttons popping open in the future.
It was very different for Carolyn to rely on someone else 
on such personal matters as to what her wardrobe should 
be like, let alone decide what she would be wearing each 
day, including her most private underthings.  Yet Tamiko 
was one (if not the) person living whom Carolyn trusted 
implicitly. 
   Carolyn found herself relying on the sound advice of 
the Japanese exchange student in ever greater degrees.  
While the girl was only 18, and she a supposedly 
sophisticated 30-year old woman, Carolyn found their 
roles frequently reversed.  It was Tamiko who acted the 
worldly woman, while Carolyn became the naive young girl 
relying on her more mature friend to show her the way.  
It was almost as if she had fallen in love with the 
beautiful Japanese girl, but Carolyn knew that to be an 
impossibility.  One woman couldn't truly love another, 
could she?  Yet, her own strong feelings of affection and 
respect for Tamiko could not be deigned.
   When she was having trouble sleeping, wasn't it 
Tamiko who finally talked her out of wearing those 
confining night clothes and sleep in the nude?  Plus, 
wasn't she the one who helped her to understand that 
those terribly vivid memories of sex that worried her so 
much were really dreams after all?  Tamiko even told her 
what the dreams really meant, and how to accept them as a 
vital part of her own nature and not to worry about them 
whenever they should happen in the future.   
   The dreams continued to occur, but thankfully Carolyn 
had now been forewarned and needed to no longer concern 
herself with them.  Fantastic dreams of being loved by 
person or persons unknown, and in the most amazing of 
circumstances. 
   She awoke mornings now bathed in a pleasing erotic 
glow, which usually stayed with her throughout the day.  
She spent her days at work and in her apartment feeling 
much more content, much more satisfied then she had ever 
done before.
   Yet, there were problems.  Her new intense sexuality 
proved to be terribly distracting to her at times, 
especially when she was wearing her new outfits and 
underwear, in spite of the fact that Tamiko kept assuring 
her that her new clothes couldn't possibly affect how she 
felt.  The slightest inoffensive touch by someone, even 
some sort of nondescript physical effort, could quite 
easily send her body spinning to places she didn't really 
want it to go, especially at work!
   Then, when due to her own misguided actions, or 
through the accidental behavior of others, her body did 
respond completely, even joyously, at the most 
inappropriate of times and the most outrageous of 
circumstances, she knew that she was only acting out in 
some way her own secret desires and passions.  As she had 
presumed all along, it really was her fault that such 
things kept happening to her after all.  
   It all made Carolyn feel very confused and ashamed, 
indeed!

   Well, at least tonight she would not have to worry 
about herself.  In fact, she wouldn't be worrying about 
anything, because tonight Tamiko and her were going as 
guests of Mrs. Stevens to the opera.
   A New York touring company was giving a performance of 
La Boheme at a local university this Friday and Mrs. 
Stevens' department had received four complementary 
tickets for the event on Monday.
   Carolyn loved operas, but of them all La Boheme was 
her long-standing favorite.  She was thrilled at the 
chance of seeing it again.  Mrs. Stevens, who was going 
with her friend Miss Perfect, had told her she could 
bring a date if she liked, and naturally Carolyn had 
thought of Tamiko.
   It was going to be a fantastic evening, she could just 
feel it, the four of them together at the opera.  Just 
fantastic.

   Of course, this opportunity had to arrive when Carolyn 
was in the middle of changing out her wardrobe.  Tamiko, 
when she heard where they would be going this week, took 
one look through Carolyn's now seriously depleted 
collection of clothes and threw her hands up in despair.
   "It's amazing!" she exclaimed to the sheepish Carolyn, 
who had by now been thoroughly conditioned by Tamiko to 
be very ashamed of her old clothes.  "You have absolutely 
nothing to wear!"
   "I'm sorry," Carolyn whispered, feeling wretched that 
she had once again embarrassed herself in front of her 
dearest friend with her shoddy wardrobe.
   There was nothing for it, of course, but they had to 
go out that night and start looking for the proper outfit 
for Carolyn.
   
   That was Monday.  They searched and searched, until 
three days later Tamiko was satisfied they had found the 
correct dress for such a special occasion.  Naturally, 
there wasn't time for the store to make the alterations, 
so darling Tamiko had to do them herself.  Carolyn 
marveled again and again, as she watched the teenager 
laboring over her new dress, on how had she ever gotten 
along before without her?   The young Japanese was an 
absolute treasure!

   Finally, it was 6pm Friday, and Carolyn could hardly 
contain herself.  She had been singing the arias from the 
famous opera all week, to the amused despair of Mrs. 
Stevens, and it was time to begin the long drive to the 
university.  
   Mrs. Stevens had told her that morning, "I've decided 
to Hell with driving, we're taking a limo!"
   Carolyn had never been in a limo before, except for 
the occasional funeral, and she was looking forward to 
the experience.
   She checked her watch and decided there was just 
enough time for one last check before their ride would 
arrive.
   Carolyn looked carefully at her reflection in the full 
length mirror for any flaws, but surprisingly could find 
not a one.  Of course, it wasn't really her in that 
mirror at all.
   The woman who looked back at her was truly beautiful.  
The full length black velvet gown glowed in the harsh 
light of the bathroom.  A thin strap around the woman's 
neck was all that held up the backless gown's low-cut 
bodice.  The woman was showing a great deal of cleavage, 
and her proud, firm breasts could be seen to tremble 
slightly with her every move.  The bodice wrapped around 
and joined the skirt low in the back, giving the 
impression from the front that the woman's back would be 
fully covered, and not exposed all the way down to her 
waist.  The elegant black patent-leather 2-inch pumps 
peaking out underneath the full skirt and her small 
matching handbag completed the woman's exterior.  
   Underneath, Carolyn sadly acknowledged the fact that 
the woman in the mirror was practically naked.  Tamiko 
had been most insistent that, because the gown was so 
thick, that she should be as cool as possible.  All she 
was allowed to have for underwear this night was some 
short stocking booties for her feet, and the smallest set 
of panties she had ever seen.
   Actually, they looked more like some abbreviated 
bikini bottoms she had seen.  The front was a very small 
black silk triangle which barely covered her pubic mound.  
It was fastened around the waist by white knotted strings 
which rode on her hip bones.  There was no back to it, 
just a thin strip running deeply between her jutting 
buttocks.
   "Oh, God," Carolyn though.  "Please make it so I will 
not have to take this dress off tonight."  She knew that 
if she was run over or something and they had to take her 
to the emergency room, she would just die of 
embarrassment!
   To help with any perspiration problems she might have, 
Tamiko gave her some "extra-strength" baby powder she 
herself always used on such occasions.  Carolyn liberally 
coated it on what there was of the interior of the 
panties, then put some under her arms as well.  "A girl 
just can't be too careful," she thought.
   As she was leaving the room, a flash of gold caught 
her eye.  Although not one to wear jewelry, Tamiko had 
given her something for tonight so elegant she just 
couldn't say no.  It was a thin band of multi-linked 
hammered gold, and it fitted around her neck like a 
choker.  The flashing gold set off her clean olive 
complexion to perfection.
      
   She and Tamiko went downstairs to the front of the 
building as the long limo was just pulling up to the 
entrance.  The driver got out and opened the passenger 
door for the pair.
   Carolyn was about to get in when she stopped in shock 
for a moment.  Inside the dark, plush interior, Carolyn 
saw three people.  On either side of the back seat were 
her employer Abigail Stevens and her good friend the 
Principle Marilyn Perfect.  Seated in the center of the 
seat facing them was Miss Perfect's ward, the mischievous 
if compelling beautiful Beth Armstrong.
   "Hi," said Mrs. Stevens.  "I thought we might as well 
all travel together."
   "Oh, of course," said a dubious Carolyn as she entered 
the limo.  Not wanting to sit between the two friends, 
Carolyn reluctantly sat on Beth's right.  Carolyn noticed 
with irritation that Tamiko meanwhile had cheerfully sat 
herself in the empty space between Mrs. Stevens and Miss 
Perfect.  
   Carolyn introduced Tamiko to everyone and settled in 
for the long ride.
   Mrs. Stevens passed around filled glasses from an 
already opened bottle of champagne.
   "To a fun evening!" she toasted, and they all drank.
   She immediately refilled their glasses, then said, "To 
La Boheme!"
   "Oh, my God!" thought Carolyn.  "It's not going to 
turn into one of those nights, is it?"  She hated it 
whenever she was with a group of intelligent women who 
insisted on getting drunk and then making fools of 
themselves.  It was such an obvious loss of control!
   But, she had to toast her favorite opera, she just had 
to.  She drank with the rest, and allowed her glass to be 
refilled along with all the others.  Fortunately, the 
toasting seemed to have ended for the moment, and Carolyn 
resolved to nurse this drink for the rest of the 45-
minute ride.
   Trying to make the best of it, she turned to Beth and 
said, "What a pleasant surprise it is to see you here, 
Miss Armstrong.  I didn't know there were any extra 
tickets."
   "The school got a few and Marilyn snagged one for me.  
Sweet, huh?  Really, my guardian likes to take me along 
everywhere.  She doesn't really trust me when I'm alone," 
Beth explained, her green eyes sparkling in the dark 
interior.
   "Now, Beth.  You know that's not true," said Miss 
Perfect, patiently.

   The seemingly inexhaustible supply of champagne flowed 
freely, until everyone was in a very good humor except 
Carolyn.  The evening was turning out exactly as she 
feared it would.  Even her beloved Tamiko was looking a 
little worse for the champagne.  Yet there was nothing 
she could do about it.
   Even with being careful, Carolyn knew that, just to be 
polite, she herself had enough of the unaccustomed 
champagne to feel a bit detached from everything.  But 
her high moral standards remained as demanding as ever, 
for herself and for others.
   Carolyn hated it when other people's behavior did not 
match her own exacting standards of conduct.  Here they 
were, on their way in a luxurious limousine to probably 
the best opera ever written, dressed in their glittering 
best, and drunk as sailors on liberty.  It was 
disgusting.
   Now they were all positively howling at the dirtiest 
jokes and stories she had ever heard.  Her delicate 
sensibilities offended, Carolyn would have left the room, 
if there had been any other place she could have gone to.   
   As if that wasn't bad enough, Carolyn noticed that 
even in the air-conditioned limo, it was getting 
positively hot under her heavy velvet dress.  She could 
feel herself really start to sweat.  She could feel it 
forming along her hair line on her forehead, and running 
between her half-exposed breasts.  Even her bare back 
wasn't immune.  
   Not just that.  A strange burning sensation was 
starting to intensify between her legs and under her 
arms.  It was all she could due not to start holding 
herself to try and lessen the effect.  She kept crossing 
and recrossing her legs, and pressing them tightly 
together but even that didn't really help.  "Damn that 
champagne," she thought.  She knew she shouldn't have had 
any.  It was obviously affecting her, just as it had with 
all the others.  Except, instead of making her silly, it 
was making her feel very uncomfortable underneath her new 
expensive, elegant clothes.
   Desperately, Carolyn wondered how far there was to go.  
She had to find someplace private to cool off and relieve 
this weird burning sensation or she would go surely mad.  
It seemed they had been driving for hours now.  She 
remembered Mrs. Stevens mentioning something about the 
limo even having a phone link back here with the driver 
up front.  She looked around for anything resembling an 
intercom, but could only find a discrete button marked by 
a raised "MR" on its surface.  
   Carolyn pushed it, and was surprised to see the 
heavily-tinted glass moon roof slide completely open.
   "That's it!" she said and, heedless of the cries of 
surprise surrounding her, went to the empty center of the 
rear passenger compartment and stood up.
   Facing forward, with her head and shoulders out of the 
car, Carolyn found it was exhilarating!  After countless 
minutes of stuffy discomfort, the rush of wind moving 
swiftly around the speeding vehicle was like a cool 
shower.  Feeling a bit dizzy from the wine, Carolyn found 
that by increasing the width of her stance and bracing 
herself with her hands on the car's roof, she could 
easily maintain her balance against the limo's movements.  
   Carolyn felt hands all over her hips and legs, yet did 
not mind.  She knew they were just trying to keep her 
from falling.  Even the naughty hand she could feel 
occasionally cupping her crotch through her dress was 
there for her own safety.  If only it wouldn't make her 
feel so...so melted inside every time she was touched 
there.
   In her joy, she knew they were all such good friends 
(even the sexually precocious Beth just wanted to help).  
Carolyn had never had friends like these before.  They 
were so selfless and considerate, always thinking of her 
welfare over their own.  She was so lucky to know them.
  Through the roar of the wind, Carolyn realized that 
someone was trying to talk to her, but she couldn't hear 
a thing that was being said.
   She turned and ducked her head briefly back into the 
car for a brief, "I'm fine!  You don't need to hold me.  
I'm fine!" then quickly straightened again.  But, the 
driver quickly had to swerve sharply at avoid hitting a 
slow-moving car and the movement threw Carolyn 
momentarily off balance against the back edge of the 
window opening.
   The thin bodice support around her neck caught on a 
small metal fitting.  Carolyn tried to stand but was 
strained her caught strap.  She only succeeded in 
tripping the manual control for the roof.  She looked in 
shock as, with just her head outside of the car, the moon 
roof had started to slide inexorably towards her.  
Panicked, she jumped up, the sudden pressure snapping the 
thin strap around her neck.  The distracted Carolyn, 
using her hands and arms in a futile effort to stop the 
closing window, was unaware that her bodice had fallen to 
her waist and that she was naked from the waist up.
    With great relief, Carolyn saw the moon roof stop 
closing half-way across the opening.  "My God!  That was 
close!" she said to herself.  
   Carolyn spent a little time collecting herself, 
ignoring the many horns that were starting to sound all 
around the limousine.  One car, filled with the obvious 
members of a high school football team, pulled up 
directly alongside of where Carolyn was standing and went 
absolute crazy.  
   Out of the corner of her eye, Carolyn could see that 
they were desperately trying to attract her attention, 
what with the constant honking of the car's horn and all 
of their wild gestures and shouting, but their words were 
lost in the wind.  She never even looked in their 
direction, because she knew far better than to do 
anything to give them the slightest encouragement.  They 
were only children after all, and tended to take wrong 
even the coolest of gestures.  Still, it amused her that 
they found her so attractive. 
   It was getting far to noisy for her now, so she 
decided that she was finally calm enough to thankfully 
rejoin the group.  They were good people down there after 
all, and she was angry and disappointed in herself 
because of the negative way she had felt about them this 
evening.  How they were not living up to her own precious 
high ideals.  Besides, she acknowledged that it was 
certainly safer in the limo than hanging out of it like 
somebody's laundry in a strong wind, and a cold wind at 
that.
   The setting sun was just on the horizon and there was 
a sharp sting to the air.  That pleasant, refreshing 
breeze she had really enjoyed blowing through her hair 
had become a little too cool.  Carolyn could feel the 
goose-pimples forming all over her.  Odd, even her 
nipples had gotten painfully hard again.  
   Puzzled, she looked down to see in the evening 
twilight her proud breasts glowing fully revealed in the 
soft light.  She realized with a shock that she was now 
completely topless!
    "ACK!" she squawked and quickly covered her exposed 
breasts with her hands.  She tried to duck back down into 
the car, but she failed to notice that the roof had 
already started closing once more, until it was too late 
for her to get away.  
   The roof finally stopped, pressing lightly against the 
trapped Carolyn's neck.  Through the too narrow slit, 
Carolyn couldn't pass her head, the only part of her 
still outside the still speeding limousine.  Hanging on 
to the edge of the moon roof with both hands to relieve 
the slight pressure as much as she could, the crouching 
Carolyn was now caught between the closed roof and the 
back of the roof opening.  She realized that she was now 
topless in front of her friends and there wasn't anything 
she could do about it.  She was helpless!
   She tried yelling for help, but gave it up after she 
swallowed her first bug.
   Carolyn started to panic, but stopped.  "My friends 
are here, and they will help me," she thought, and it 
soothed her greatly.
   Someone was shouting at her from below, but all she 
caught was "...roof jammed...". She used her right hand to 
show that she understood, then waved it in front of her 
exposed breasts.  They had to realize she needed 
covering.
   When she felt her dress being removed from her hips, 
she became very agitated, until she heard the word 
"Repairs!" shouted from below and was able to relax 
again.  Well, at least they knew that something had 
happened to her beautiful new dress.
   She tried to see what was going on, but she was so 
close to the glass, and it was so tinted, she couldn't 
make out a thing that was happening inside.  The honking 
that had so disturbed her earlier had all stopped, and 
even the football car had pulled away.  "Thank God!" she 
thought.  She had never felt so embarrassed, being 
exposed in public like that.  How could she have been so 
careless?
   What she had wanted most to happen, for the driver to 
simply stop and pry her out of this predicament, she now 
realized was completely impossible.  Not until she got 
her dress back on, anyway.  Why, the driver would be able 
to see everything, just everything!
   The hands returned and Carolyn was grateful for them.  
It was very tiring to have to hang half-crouching like 
this from the car's roof.  She needed all the support she 
could get.  If only they wouldn't keep sliding into the 
wrong places.  She could feel them move from her waist 
over her sensitive ribs to her breasts, where her erect 
nipples would always be accidentally flicked or tweaked 
somehow.  The hands would begin their journey down her 
front and sides again.  She wondered why they thought she 
would need support from her soon swollen breasts, and why 
her poor nipples kept getting in everyone's way.  
   There were hands traveling up and down her sculptured 
back, from her shoulders to her hips and buttocks.  Other 
hands ran up and down her inner thighs.  Much to her 
embarrassment, there was even at least one hand holding 
her by her barely covered crotch, and sometimes more.
   The hands moving all over her exposed flesh were not 
just supporting her, she could sense them massaging her 
as well.  Probably to keep her circulation going, Carolyn 
guessed.  
   "What good friends!" Carolyn thought happily, although 
it was making her feel very tingly and warm all over.  
   "Always thinking of me, even after I was ignoring 
everyone all evening."
   She decided to reward them all this weekend by making 
everyone a special batch of cookies.
   If only they weren't so enthusiastic! She was feeling 
strange before, but her tingly body was beginning to 
strongly overreact to her friends efforts.  Even the hand 
supporting her by her crotch seemed to be constantly 
working the hyper-sensitive flesh of her barely covered 
vulva, although what someone hoped to gain by doing that 
she had no idea.  She didn't have any muscles there, did 
she?
   After a time, she could hardly concentrate, the 
sensations radiating from her pussy were so strong.  Oh, 
the hand massaging her there did help to quell the 
strange burning she had been feeling, but after a moment 
of relief the heat would return stronger than ever.  It 
was the itch that just kept getting worse whenever the 
spot was scratched.  She tried moving her hips as much as 
she could, to discourage whoever was unintentionally 
doing this to her, but to no avail.  The hands just 
followed her, clinging tenaciously to her burning, 
quivering flesh.
   She had no idea what was happening to her, why she 
should be feeling this way now of all times.  Her body 
trembled from the terrible, marvelous  pressure building 
within her.  When her panties were removed, the befuddled 
Carolyn didn't even notice.
   The hands were joined by hungry, voracious mouths that 
seemed intent on sucking the very life out of her, and 
Carolyn loved it.  Carolyn felt lost to the overwhelming 
sensations, the incredible fires that were now burning 
out of control within her.
   Still trapped by the neck, she could only crouch 
instinctively when her mind snapped.  No longer the 
supremely rational and in-control individual called 
Carolyn Lord, she became some mindless creature intent 
only on her own pleasure.  When she started to use her 
hands to hold the heads nursing on her breasts closer, 
the 'jammed' moon roof magically opened and the 
beautiful, defenseless nude body fell to the carpeted 
floor of the limousine.
   The four lesbians immediately devoured their helpless, 
eager victim.
   They divided up the beautiful woman between them, and, 
when they each had their fill, they shifted as one and 
started again.  Nothing of her was neglected, nothing was 
missed.  Carolyn's burning body was pleasured as it had 
never been before.  

   After her fourth joyous climax, what was once the 
impeccable Miss Carolyn Lord, now naked and bathed in 
sweat, saliva and vaginal fluids, collapsed unconscious 
on the gently rocking floor as the limousine pulled into 
the university theater's parking lot.


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Nine

   Carolyn Lord awoke to find herself alone, laying 
across the wide back seat.  She found that she was 
completely dressed (Thank God!), but for some reason felt 
very sticky and uncomfortable underneath her heavy dress.  
"What the hell was I doing?" she wondered aloud.
   Over her head, taped to the seat back, was a ticket 
and a note.

   Carolyn,
      We decided to let you sleep off the champagne.  If 
you should feel up enough to go, we'll be waiting for you 
at the theater's café until show time.
      Abby

P.S.  I'm very disappointed in you.  If you can't drink, 
you should have said something!

   "Oh, my God!" moaned Carolyn.  She had done it again!  
Her boss must think she's a hopeless drunk, or worse.  In 
her note, Mrs. Stevens sounded very angry, much more 
angry then Carolyn had ever known her to be in the brief 
time she had been working for her.  
   Any questions Carolyn may have had, about how she came 
to be laying on the back seat after being caught topless 
by that stupid sliding roof, fled her mind before the 
terrible realization that, by her own foolish actions, 
she had somehow greatly angered her new employer.
   She checked her watch and saw that it was only 10 
minutes to curtain.  "I can still make it!" she 
exclaimed.
   She jumped up from the seat and, half-way out the 
door, almost went weak-kneed from her bladder being so 
full. 
   "Okay, ladies room first," she said, clenching.  It 
would also give her a chance to try and clean up a 
little.
   She walked swiftly to the theater and entered a vast 
foyer.  It was covered by a plush red carpet, and was lit 
by large crystal chandeliers hung from the tall ceiling 
at regular intervals.  Billboards of coming attractions 
lined the left wall, while the right contained the café 
and some souvenir stalls.
   The lights started flashing for the five-minute 
warning and Carolyn immediately darted into the nearest 
ladies room.  Once inside, the size of the crowd was 
amazing, and she had to wait, dancing patiently for some 
time before finally gaining the sanctuary of a stall.
    "At last!" she cried thankfully, as she shut and 
locked the stall door.  She set her handbag on a 
convenient shelf and set about pulling up her voluminous 
skirt.
   "Shit, shit, shit.  I knew this big skirt was going to 
be trouble," she muttered, her hands full of skirt with 
yards of heavy material still hanging about her.  
Unhappily, she unfastened her dress and took it off, 
being careful not to let it drag on the surprisingly 
clean floor, and hung it up on the hook attached to the 
door.
   She untied her soaked, sticky panties and pulled them 
off as well.  First wiping off the seat with toilet 
paper, Carolyn sat gratefully down and relieved the 
pressure from her bursting bladder.
   "Ahhh!" she breathed, her face all smiles for a 
moment.  "How do you spell relief?"
   When she picked up her soiled panties from the floor, 
her smile quickly faded.  They were ruined for tonight, 
she knew.  Completely soaked through.  Remembering with a 
shudder what this little bit of silk cost, Carolyn 
wrapped up the panties into as tight a bundle as she 
could manage.  She then reached up for her purse and, 
after wrapping her folded panties in toilet paper, thrust 
the tiny bundle clear to the bottom of her purse.  
Finished, she returned the purse to the shelf.
   Now she would have absolutely no protection for the 
rest of the evening.  "Great," she thought, shaking her 
head.  "Just great."
   Using toilet paper and some judicious spit, Carolyn 
quickly cleaned herself off as best she could, then 
flushed all evidence of her recent accident in the 
limousine away.
   She got into her dress and refastened it without 
incident.  To Carolyn's relief, the broken strap that 
Tamiko repaired was holding nicely.  
   She left the stall and waded across the crowded room 
to the sinks.  The room magically cleared as the one-
minute warning was flashed.  She washed her hands, then 
fixed her face and hair.  Giving her reflection one final 
glance, Carolyn was ready to go out and enjoy a fine 
opera.
   As she raced to find the correct entrance for her 
section, Carolyn just hoped that she wouldn't wet herself 
in the process of enjoying the remainder of the evening!

   Following the section numbers along the wall, Carolyn 
went through the proper entrance for her section.  Inside 
the large theater, Carolyn saw that her section was a 
third of the way from the orchestra, with her seat being 
dead center.  She could just make out her group sitting 
in the darkness, with an empty seat waiting for her on 
the right.  It was in fact the only empty seat in the 
entire theater, as far as she could tell.
   "It figures," she muttered, glumly.  "So much for 
sneaking in unnoticed."
   The overture had already started, was in fact almost 
over, and she would have to pass quickly in front of the 
already seated patrons to get to her seat before the 
start of the first act.  Looking bleakly in the dark, she 
noticed that the rows all seemed very long indeed.
   "Damn."
   Carolyn wanted to race down the row, but it was far 
too narrow for any kind of rapid movement.  Plus, she 
found to her surprise the disgruntled people weren't even 
getting up to let her pass.  How rude!  She was forced to 
squeeze by in front of every one of them in the dim 
light.
    Naturally, in such a narrow space, Carolyn constantly 
felt the backs of her legs and her buttocks being grazed 
by knees, shoes, and even the occasional hand, but there 
was nothing she could do about it.  She was making a big 
enough spectacle of herself as it was by coming in late, 
without adding to it by making a scene right in front of 
everyone.
   By the time she reached her group of friends seated in 
the center, her behind was positively burning from all of 
the touching it had endured from those thoughtless 
people.  She could even tell that the black velvet had 
managed to embed itself deep between her buttocks, 
causing the round half-moons to be clearly delineated.
   "What a time for a wedgie!" she thought.  She had no 
opportunity to clear it either, not unless she either 
left the theater or did it right in front of the entire 
audience.  
   "Oh, sure.  I can do that," she muttered 
sarcastically.
   She now had to pass in front of her entire party to 
reach her seat.  "Shit," she said quietly.  "What more 
could go wrong?"
   Carolyn soon found out.
   As she stepped in from of Miss Perfect, she heard the 
woman whisper "Why, hello Miss Lord.  Glad you could 
finally make it!"  As if that wasn't bad enough, she felt 
the woman hands on her buttocks, helping her to move 
past.
   Passing in front of Beth, Carolyn heard a chirped "Hi, 
Carolyn."  She jumped when she felt her dress quickly 
pushed in even deeper into her behind by the perky 
teenager.  "Now why did she do that?" Carolyn wondered in 
amazement.
   Carolyn received only an ominous silence from Mrs. 
Stevens.  Her relief at being able to sit away from her 
angry boss and on Tamiko's right died when the Japanese 
teenager got up and shifted one seat over.  
   "Oh, no," Carolyn thought, as she waited for Tamiko to 
settle in her new seat.  Now she would be spending the 
rest of the evening sitting right next to Mrs. Stevens.  
At least Tamiko would be on her own right.
   Carolyn was surprised to suddenly feel a pair of 
strong hands on her waist, guiding her to her seat, 
almost dropping her into it in fact with a fiercely 
whispered, "Now sit, already!"
   "Oh!" she gasped as the bunched-up fabric now pressed 
tightly against her unprotected vulva.
   She tried shifting in her seat to smooth out the 
velvet but felt a strong grip on her left thigh as her 
boss pleaded, "Be still, for God's sake!  It's starting"
   Carolyn knew she was stuck now, at least until 
intermission when she could fix everything.  

   La Boheme unfolded its timeless tale of love and 
consumption with the usual pomp and majesty, but Carolyn, 
to her regret, soon had ears for none of it.
   The burning Carolyn had felt earlier had returned with 
a vengeance.  The pressure of the cloth between her legs 
was maddening.  Try as she might, it was simply torture 
for her to sit still for very long.
   She kept having to cross her legs every few moments, 
in a vain attempt to stifle the growing fire.  Sliding 
secretly on the plush theater seat didn't help any 
either.  It just caused the cloth to start rubbing, and 
she knew with a desperate certainty that the last thing 
she needed was something to start rubbing down there.
   Sweat was running down the side of her face.  She was 
biting her lower lip in her frustration.  Her breasts 
were practically jumping out of her low-cut bodice with 
her labored breathing.  She was sure the back of her 
skirt was completely soaked with her vaginal fluids.  
   "God! Please, God!" Carolyn desperately prayed.  
"Intermission.  I need the intermission, now!"
   Still, the sweet, wonderful music continued. 
   People whispered to her but she couldn't hear a thing 
from the roaring in her ears.  She could sense that 
Tamiko and Mrs. Stevens were watching her occasionally, 
but she couldn't bare the shame of facing either of them 
right now.  Besides, it was taking all of her 
concentration to keep from embarrassing herself, from 
having an orgasm right there in the middle of the 
audience, in the middle of La Boheme, for God's sake!  
   She wasn't doing anything, she pleaded with herself.  
She was just sitting!  It wasn't fair!  It just wasn't 
fair at all!
   
   By the time the curtain closed and the lights came up 
for the long-awaited intermission, Carolyn was terrified 
of moving.  She had been finessed to such a peak of 
repressed excitement that she was positive she would 
climax immediately if she did anything at all.
   People were getting up all around her, stretching and 
making their way to the exits, yet the sweating, 
trembling Carolyn remained where she was seated.
   "I must fight this!  I must!" she thought repeatedly, 
frantically.  Yet, paradoxically, the more she fought 
against it, the more she wanted it to happen.  It always 
felt so good, so wondrous when ever and where ever it did 
happen, that she almost couldn't stand it.
   She had denied herself for so long all such marvelous 
sensations, sensations that she never in fact even 
dreamed could exist in the real world.  She always 
thought that they were only the product of some over-
heated playwright, poet, or writer.  
   Now that they were a fantastic reality, now that they 
had actually started for her, Miss Carolyn Lord, she 
couldn't turn them off!  It was all she secretly thought 
about.  It was maddening!
   Even when such feelings happened against her will, she 
knew that deep within her very soul she embraced them 
joyfully, and hated herself for doing so.   
   Tonight, it was happening again.  Once again her 
traitorous body had unbelievably rebelled against her, as 
if it had a mind of its own.  This time, though, it would 
be different.  This time her mind would finally win.
   Carolyn was startled from her thoughts by the belated 
realization that Tamiko's face was a inch from her own, 
the girl looking directly into her glazed eyes.
   "Y-yes?" Carolyn was finally able to gasp.
   "Would you like to come with us for something to eat?"
   "Oh, n-no.  No, I'm fine, thanks."
   Carolyn jumped as both her nipples were sharply 
tweaked through the thick velvet.  She looked in open-
mouthed disbelief at the departing Tamiko as the massive 
climax finally overwhelmed her.
   "Uh-uh!" she grunted, her head tilted back over the 
seat rest, her hands plunged between her legs, holding 
her pulsating crotch through the velvet as her cringing 
body spasmed uncontrollably again and again.   

   When the young male ushers saw the woman acting 
strangely in the middle of the emptying theater, they 
were ready to dial 911 for an ambulance.  The poor woman 
was obviously having some sort of medical problem and was 
in desperate need of assistance.
   The young female ushers, being a little more 
knowledgable in such matters and sighing with envy, just 
told them that it was only a female thing, and the woman 
simply needed to be left alone.

   When Carolyn was at last able to realize her 
surroundings, the lights were dimming and the curtain was 
rising.  She had missed the intermission!
   She could smell her own sweat and vaginal secretions 
and it sickened her.  She shifted in her seat and 
realized with horror that she was sitting in a veritable 
pool of her own, slick fluids.  Her dress had to be 
thoroughly soaked.  She looked at Tamiko with pleading in 
her eyes and a continued tingling in her vagina.  "I'm so 
sorry," she whispered sadly.  "So sorry."
   "There, there, my precious.  It's all right," replied 
Tamiko comfortingly as she held Carolyn's hand in her 
own.  "There, there."
    As she looked at Tamiko, Carolyn felt a hand slide 
under her bodice and cup her left breast.  It must be 
Mrs. Stevens checking to make sure she was all right, she 
thought dully.  Carolyn stiffened, then relaxed as a 
thumb began to slide over her erect nipple.  She was too 
dazed to care anymore.  Just as long as Tamiko forgave 
her, that was all that mattered to her befuddled mind.
   Tamiko turned Carolyn's head toward the stage.  She 
whispered seductively in her shell-like ear, "Keep 
watching the show, my precious.  Just keep watching the 
show."
   Carolyn felt Tamiko take hold of her right breast, but 
she continued to look at the stage as she had been told 
and did nothing.  As Tamiko expertly manipulated the 
diamond-hard nipple, Mrs. Stevens reached under the 
pliant Carolyn's skirt to uncross her legs and spread 
them apart.  Soon Carolyn felt the familiar sensation of 
something entering her melting, steaming cunt and she 
smiled.   

   For the remainder of the opera, Tamiko and Mrs. 
Stevens slyly kept the disconcerted Carolyn in a 
delicious state of high sexual excitement.  Her repeated 
orgasms were spaced far enough apart to allow her just 
the time necessary for her to recover for the next.  
There would be no escape for her by passing out this 
time, they had decided earlier.  Carolyn was theirs for 
the remainder of the night, and they intended to take 
advantage of every moment of it.
   Carried away by what was going on next to them, 
Marilyn Perfect and Beth Armstrong were soon engaged in 
their own familiar, private little games.

   By opera's end, the stupefied Carolyn felt drained.  
She had climaxed so many times her vagina actually hurt.  
The back of her dress from her waist down and her theater 
seat were both one massive wet spot.  She could barely 
stand, and it took the assistance of both Tamiko and Mrs. 
Stevens to walk her swaying body down the row and out of 
the theater.
  
   When the ushers saw Carolyn's condition, several 
immediately went over to the group and offered their 
assistance.
   "It's okay, folks," Mrs. Stevens assured them.  "Just a 
little too much opera, that's all."

   Carolyn slept soundly in a corner of the limousine 
during the ride back.  She was totally unaware that Beth 
spent the ride kneeling under her skirt, happily 
manipulating Carolyn's throbbing clitoris between her  
widely-parted thighs, to ensure Carolyn's dreams were 
sweet ones.


The Return of Carolyn Lord:  Part Ten

   It was the next morning, and Carolyn was sitting at 
her kitchen table feeling very overwhelmed.
   She couldn't believe it had actually happened.  A 
little too much champagne, and she had personally 
destroyed a beautiful evening for everyone.
   She dimly realized that, in the middle of a public 
theater, she had become so keyed up that both Tamiko and 
Mrs. Stevens had to physically hold her down for at least 
half of the performance.  She wondered if she could ever 
face her boss again after such a humiliating display.
   This morning she awoke to the strangest feelings: 
extreme thirst, sore muscles (including her pelvis), and 
a pleasant sensation of complete exhaustion.  "What in 
hell was I doing last night?" she wondered aloud, but the 
smiling Tamiko, sitting across from her at the table in 
the nude as usual, did not answer.  
   Tamiko, darling Tamiko, had made them both breakfast, 
and Carolyn had discovered she was ravenous.  She had 
never felt so hungry.
   Again she felt compelled to ask herself, "What could 
have happened last night to make me feel like this?"
   Carolyn was surprised to find Tamiko suddenly standing 
beside her chair.  She hadn't even noticed her getting 
up.
   Tamiko took Carolyn by the hands and brought her to 
her feet.  Puzzled, she stood in front of her dearest 
friend as the girl looked deeply into her eyes. 
   Tamiko leaned up and kissed Carolyn very gently on the 
mouth.  Suffused throughout the past month with strong 
feelings of warmth and affection for her young friend, 
Carolyn for the first time hesitantly kissed her back.  
   Well aware that an important turning point had been 
reached in their relationship, Tamiko did not press her 
advantage.  But, neither did she break off the kiss.  The 
two stood there in the kitchen, the inexperienced 30-year 
old and the very experienced 18-year old, quietly 
nibbling each other's lips.
   Carolyn finally broke off the kiss when she found 
herself pressing tightly against her friend.
   "I'm...I'm so sorry,"  Carolyn whispered, her head down.  
"I don't know what came over me."
   "I do," said Tamiko.  She placed her face directly in 
front of the averted Carolyn's, so that the woman could 
not help but look at her.  "I know exactly what came over 
you."  She put her arms around Carolyn's neck and drew 
her close, looked deep into her eyes, then covered her 
mouth with a fierce kiss.
   Carolyn, her insides nothing but melted butter, 
responded instantly.  She threw her arms around the neck 
of the shorter Japanese teenager and kissed her with all 
of the passion which she had refused herself for so long.  
Overcome by an avalanche of inexplicable emotion finally 
released, Carolyn rained kisses and more kisses down on 
that sweet oriental face.
   Finally, she was able to say what she had not been 
able to face for so long, that she was hopelessly in love 
with the young Japanese.
   "I love you, Tamiko.  I love you so much.  Please say 
you'll never leave me, please.  Not ever!  I'd think I'd 
die without you."
   Tamiko coolly untied Carolyn's sash and pulled the 
robe from her shoulders.  "I think I prefer you like 
this," Tamiko said quietly.
   "Yes, my love, my life.  Whatever...whatever you want," 
Carolyn gasped as she continued to rain kisses on the 
Japanese girl.  "Anything, anything at all..." Carolyn 
sobbed, rapidly approaching hysterics.
   Sensing immediately that things were progressing much 
too fast for this American,  Tamiko bent down and picked 
up the robe lying at Carolyn's feet.  Placing it around 
her shoulders, Tamiko told her, "Come on.  Let's go in 
the living room and relax a bit."  
   Leading the sobbing woman like a child by the hand, 
Tamiko took her into the living room and placed her on 
the couch.  She gave her a box of facial tissues, then 
dashed back into the kitchen to turn everything still 
cooking on Low.  She filled two large snifters to the 
brim with the Greek brandy Metaxas, then took them out to 
the other room.
   Feeling the fool, Carolyn had meanwhile forced herself 
to stop crying and was putting on her robe when Tamiko 
re-entered the room.  
   Smiling wanly, Carolyn, consumed by a bitter self-
hatred, fiercely tied her sash and collapsed helplessly 
back on the couch.
   Tamiko joined her on the couch.  Carolyn gladly 
accepted the offered brandy glass and drank the contents  
in one angry gulp.
   Five minutes of coughing and several tissues later, 
Carolyn was finally able to get her breath back.
   "Phew!"  
   "You sip brandy, you know."
   "Yes, Tamiko, I know."  
   Carolyn looked at her friend(?), lover(?), who was 
staring at her with anxious eyes.
   "You have the most beautiful eyes, you know?  Those 
eyes hold the secrets of the orient in them.  A person 
could drown in those black pools of yours.  I'm all right 
now, Tamiko.  Really, quite all right."
   The waiting girl said nothing as she continued to 
watch her American toy.  
   "I had always imagined this scene to be a little 
different," Carolyn said wryly.  "You were suppose to be 
this nice Greek businessman about five or ten years my 
senior."
   Tamiko, sipping her drink, continued to patiently 
wait.
   "You would be on bended knee, protesting your eternal 
love and devotion.  I, on the other hand, would be cool 
and proper, only accepting if the diamond ring you 
flourished was the proper size and if the setting was 
good enough for a person of your means."
   "That's what can happen when you come from a poor 
background.  Your values get a little screwed up."
   "Which brings us to, well, us.  I love you.  I love 
you with all my soul.  I am not a les..., a les..., a 
lesbian, and have never, to my knowledge, wanted to be 
one.  Don't really like them, to tell you the truth, they 
seem such an unhappy group.  As with most people, they're 
always seeking something they can never have.  Yet, the 
unmistakable fact is that I love you, which, if that 
makes me a lesbian, then so be it."
   "I hope that this doesn't shock you, the fact that 
another woman finds you very attractive, very special."
   An amused Tamiko gave her head a slight shake.
   "I will not die if you should go away some day, 
although if you do I'll shall miss terribly you for a 
very long time."
   "Well, that's it.  That's how I feel.  And if you 
think that was easy," Carolyn said with a faint smile as 
she took Tamiko's glass, "you're wrong."  
   She drank the contents carefully, in several sips.
   
   "Now, it's your turn."

   Tamiko was in an uncharacteristic quandary.  When she 
first met Carolyn Lord, she was possessed by the desire 
to humble and own this proud bitch of an American.  She 
delighted in the thought of using her vast store of 
sexual knowledge and natural cunning to humiliate and 
eventually control this beautiful and accomplished 
female.
   And now the stupid bitch just handed herself over to 
her on a silver platter!  Unbelievable!  Only in America 
could this happen!  Tamiko knew that, as sure as the sun 
would rise in the east tomorrow, that Carolyn would from 
now on give herself to her, freely and without 
hesitation, all of that awesome body of hers, and would 
happily do anything she asked of her.  Absolutely 
anything.
   All that meticulous planning, all that wonderful 
guile- wasted!  Tamiko was devastated.  Worse, she found 
herself starting to like the damned woman.  Hell, she 
even admired her a little.  After all that had been done 
to her, Carolyn just licked her wounds and went right 
back into the fight again, and she never looked back.
   What a person in which to find the true samurai 
spirit!  Who would have thought it?
   Now this morning, when the woman dares to bare her 
very soul to someone simply because she thinks she loved 
them and therefor had absolute faith and trust in them.  
And she did this wondrous thing to her, Tamiko, her 
would-be betrayer and conqueror!
   Shit!  What a mess.  She herself had never had the 
courage to be that honest with anyone, including herself, 
about anything in her entire life.
   So, she wondered, what do you do with someone like 
that?  Use them quickly and then leave before their 
strange influences have their insidious effect?  Lock 
them up for their own protection?  Or perhaps....
   Oh, no, Tamiko thought, not that!  Anything but that!  
But the thought refused to go away and she was forced to 
face it:  perhaps stick around and safeguard them for 
the rare, precious assets they are, while enjoying some 
very good sex indeed?   
   That was the trouble.  Another fact that Tamiko was 
absolutely sure of was that any sex with an enthusiastic 
Carolyn Lord would be white hot, no question.  Tamiko 
knew all too well the passion which this woman was 
capable of, and the teenager grew wet at the thought of 
all that passion directed right at her.  Wow!

   Tamiko looked deeply into the eyes of her plaything as 
she slowly and deliberately untied the sash of Carolyn's 
robe.  Not getting any reaction, she pulled opened first 
one side and then the other of the thin robe.
   "I like you like this," Tamiko said quietly.
   "Yes, my love," a nervous but eager Carolyn responded.

   Tamiko returned to her thoughts.  She did not notice 
Carolyn stand quietly, take off her robe, then carry it 
back towards the bedroom.

   Tamiko knew her parents, but especially her mother, 
would absolute freak when they found out she had gotten 
involved with a non-Japanese.
   "Oh, my ancient ancestors!" she thought worriedly.  
"Not so fast!  I'm thinking like it's already happened, 
and it is nothing of the sort."

   A completely naked Carolyn returned from the bedroom, 
after hanging up her robe in the closet.  "I will not be 
needing that any more," she thought, looking at her love 
still sitting on the couch, wearing a very confused and 
worried look on her face.
   She looked around the apartment, already imagining 
what it would be like with the two of them living 
together permanently.  "We'll need a bigger place," 
Carolyn observed quietly.
   She went over and sat next to the thinking, nude 
teenager.

   No matter how Tamiko worked it out, to have a Carolyn 
Lord as her personal sex toy would be fantastic, no 
question.  But, to have a Carolyn Lord as an eager lover, 
giving freely what so many were able to take only by 
guile, that would be simply sublime.
   Tamiko sensed her long, black hair being parted in 
back, then felt delicate kisses being planted on the back 
of her neck.
   "See what I mean?" the Japanese dryly asked herself 
aloud.
   "See what, my love?" Carolyn asked as she kissed her 
way around Tamiko's neck.
   "Nothing, my precious.  Nothing at all.  Now, come 
here," Tamiko commanded, as she reached for her woman.
   "No, you come here," Carolyn replied, pushing the 
bemused girl down on the couch.  "Now, it's my turn!"
   

End Part Ten

End of Story!!!
